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MS. AMERICANA ON TOP OF THE WORLD
"There it is!" Ms. Americana adjusted the descent of her para
glide parachute so she angled down into the smoking crater.
Flag Girl quickly adjusted her own chute and followed her to
a knee wobbly landing just inside the impact crater.
The two super heroines quickly detached their chutes and
pulled off their helmets and elbow and knee pads.
"Ah, you know," Flag Girl looked up past her mentor into the
bright blue sky. "Maybe, our jumping out of the Ms. Americana
Jet was not the best of ideas?"
"Don't worry. I put it on autopilot," Ms. Americana shook out
her hair and rubbed her gloved fingers through her long raven
black locks.
"Since when do fighter jet airplanes have autopilots?" Flag
Girl continued staring up into the sky as Ms. Americana
joined her just in time to watch the Ms. Americana Jet crash
into the side of a nearby mountain erupting in a ball of
fire.
"Hmmm, come to think of it that may have been the AM/FM
radio? I distinctly remember hearing Wayne Newton just as I
hit the cockpit canopy release," Ms. Americana mused as she
absently pulled her tiny top back over her large puffy
areolas and thumb thick nipples.
Flag Girl moaned and her shoulders drooped, "so how are we
going to get down this mountain? We're like a kijillion miles
up?!"
"First things first. We need to inspect this impact crater.
What ever came crashing down here was not a meteor. It was
slowing in it's descent, according to Professor Whirtler."
Ms. Americana looked down into the shadowy pit and started to
slide and shuffle down to its epicenter.
"You know, the Professor is not exactly known for his
'accuracy'." Flag Girl reluctantly followed Ms. Americana
down into the pit. Her arms waving wildly as she slid down
the shattered rock and rubble.
"Nonsense! The man is almost as smart as me," Ms. Americana
had reached the bottom of the impact crater and was now
looking around her with hands on her hips.
"Says the woman who put our sole transportation on
'autopilot'," mumbled Flag Girl.
"What was that?" Ms. Americana looked over at her sidekick
Flag Girl who had just lost her balance with a 'whoop' and
landed on her butt at the bottom of the crater.
"OUCH! I was saying, that high heel boots may not be the best
thing for mountain climbing." Flag Girl rubbed her back side
and winced.
"Don't be silly. You want to be clomping around like a horse
like Sarah Krotch in those ugly hiking boots of hers?" Ms.
Americana frowned. "We are super heroines not some slutty
tomb rapist. We have our dignity to uphold. Now where is it?"
"Well," Flag Girl got up unsteadily on the shattered loose
rock. "If it didn't burn up upon impact, as most meteorites
do, being mostly ice and iron, then it might have buried its
self?"
"Hmmm, I did not think to bring a shovel," Ms. Americana
mumbled deep in thought as she surveyed the shattered rock
under her booted feet.
"Or some warm clothes," Flag Girl grabbed her upper arms and
shuddered. "It's freaking freezing up here."
Ms. Americana kicked absently at the pieces of rock under her
raised right boot and then recoiled in a smile, "AH HA! Found
it!"
"Seriously?" Flag Girl frowned and then joined Ms. Americana
in shoving loose rock away from what was increasingly
becoming the top of a round metal sphere.
"And here is the hatch!" Ms. Americana turned the exposed
handle and yanked the hatch open. "Well, let's go inside. And
let's make sure these Aliens know who is boss!"
"UGH! If it's a Dairy Queen in there I won't question any of
the rest of this impossible stuff," Flag Girl sighed and
followed Ms. Americana inside the metal capsule.
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"Babies!" Ms. Americana squealed in delight. "The capsule is
full of four babies!"
"Ah, actually there's only two. They just have two heads
each," Flag Girl cringed unable to hide her disgust at the
two headed aliens.
"It must be an escape pod. Some poor alien mommy and daddy
put their babies inside and jettisoned it to save them," Ms.
Americana was purring as she patted each of the four heads.
"Yeah. How do you even know they are babies? Maybe, that is
what an adult of their species looks like?" Flag Girl could
feel her 'danger-radar-sense' starting to tingle and not in
the good pussy tingle she got when she found herself naked
and tied up and surrounded by well hung studs.
"Oh, poor little orphans," Ms. Americana crooned. "Don't you
worry, Ms. Mommy Americana is here."
"Seriously, don't you think we should be doing some kind of
quarantine thing here. Or at least not let them slobber all
over your tits like that?" Flag Girl mumbled, "I mean, they
don't look well."
"You're right. They do look a bit peaked. Though it's hard to
tell with them having green skin and all." Ms. Americana
looked around the pod chairs that contained each small two
headed alien. "Ah Ha! Look their feed tubes have been
damaged! The poor things must be starved!"
Flag Girl watched with disbelief as Ms. Americana topped
herself and placed a nipple in each of the two headed alien's
mouths. She moaned and ahhh'ed and her eyes rolled back in
her head, "WOW! The little guy is sure going to town! Quick
Flag Girl, start feeding the other one!"
"You got to be kidding me," Flag Girl shook her head. "I'm
not letting some two headed alien chew on my tator tots!"
"Hurry up, Flag Girl! If he's anything like my little one,
then he's famished! Where is your womanly compassion?" Ms.
Americana was now drooling down her chin from the pumping
powerful suckling mouths.
"I must have left it back at the base with my shovel and
winter coat!" Flag Girl growled.
"Flag Girl, I was blessed with two mighty tits! But only two!
Now, unsaddle your little gals! Drive those tinny heifers in
to the milking stalls!" Ms. Americana shouted in her usual
mixed metaphors!
"Ohhhhh, this is so gross and wrong on so many levels," Flag
Girl reluctantly topped herself and slipped her nipples into
the twin mouths before her! "GWAD! The little nipper sure is
sucking me hard! I haven't felt anything like this since I
accidently got my tit caught in that garage wet/vac vacuum
cleaner at the base?!"
Ms. Americana gave her ward a puzzled look.
"I said it was an accident," Flag Girl responded meekly.
"Oh my goodness! My little wafer is getting a might grabby
with his four arms," Ms. Americana let out a yelp and slapped
at the two pairs of arms molesting her body. "Watch what you
are doing there with the Queen of Justice's Milk Mammaries of
Justice, junior! They are not meant to be so roughly
manhandled! But are meant to be worshiped in awe!"
"Whoa! There buddy! That's my panties you are pulling on!"
Flag Girl shouted in surprise! "You know, Ms. A I think we
need to re-think this whole we nurse thing!"
"Ah, maybe you are right Flag Girl? Junior here just
something that looks strangely like an erect pecker between
my thighs and breasts?!" Ms. Americana shouted just as the
pecker between her breasts was shoved into her mouth.
Ms. Americana looked over at her sidekick to see she too was
dealing with a mouthful of green alien penis!
Soon, both super heroines were stripped naked and being
reamed in every hole. After several mind melting orgasms the
duo found themselves covered inside and out in thick alien
sperm!
"UGH! Thankfully they have let us go," Ms. Americana
staggered around covered in spooge.
"Have they? I can't see anything under this hillbilly wedding
veil!" Flag Girl wiped at the heavy thick sperm covering her
eyes and face.
"We do seem to have had our wedding cakes well and frosted,"
Ms. Americana watched the thick alien sperm flowing out of
her and down her thighs into her boot tops.
"So where did the two headed freaks go?" Flag Girl looked
around the empty alien ship.
"Must have went outside?" Ms. Americana spit out another
mouth full of spunk and then headed outside the ship. "Better
get after them before they try and cause any mischief."
The duo made their slippery way out of the ship and up to the
top of the crater lip.
"Ah. There they are," Ms. Americana stopped dead in her
tracks causing Flag Girl to bump her face into the Queen of
Justice backside.
"Hey! Watch where you're sticking your -," Flag Girl howled
and then stopped silent as she stared alongside Ms.
Americana. "They turned into giants?!"
"Yes, they appear to have become two headed one hundred foot
tall giant aliens and growing. Rather unexpected," Ms.
Americana mused.
"Unexpected?! You do realize we have just unleashed a pair of
two headed four handed perverted alien monsters on the
world?!" Flag Girl waved her arm at the pair of giants. "I
mean, that's something, even for US!"
"Yes. You're idea of feeding them our super heroine milk may
not have been one of your better ideas, Flag Girl." Ms.
Americana stroked her chin while watching the steadily
growing giants.
Flag Girl rolled her eyes, "so, how do we stop them?! One of
them seems to be peeing on the smoldering ruins of our ride."
"Only one thing for it!" Ms. Americana pointed a gloved
finger in the air. "We must use the reverse engineered Pervo
Shrink Ray which I have added to our power belts!"
"Wha?!" Flag Girl shot a look down at her power belt.
"By turning the front buckle of our power belts to the right
we can grow in size to giant proportions. By turning it to
the left we can miniaturize ourselves! And by returning it to
its center position we can return to our normal size!" Ms.
Americana smiled broadly.
"You modified our belts without telling me?! What if I had
accidently twisted the buckle while I was using the rest
room?!" Flag Girl shouted in shock and disbelief.
"Well... if you had turned it to the right you would have
been like Alice in Wonder Land stuck in the house only it
would have been a toilet. And if you had turned it to the
left you would have been surfing to Denver. I thought I had
explained it?" Ms. Americana sighed. "Now! On my mark! Turn
your buckle to the right and lets stop these things! Turn!"
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Professor Whirtler sat before the large screen computer
monitor and watched the satellite image of a giant Ms.
Americana and giant Flag Girl getting bent over some mountain
top and raped helplessly by what appeared to be a pair of two
headed, four armed, two dicked, alien monsters.
"So, how did the investigation into the crashed U.F.O. go?"
Got Gal came wiggling and jiggling up behind the monitor and
stopped to put one hand on her jutting hip as she waited for
an answer.
"Oh... to be expected." Professor Whirtler looked up at Got
Gal's huge rack hanging over the back of the monitor and
casting a shadow on the screen and sighed. "Tell me Got Gal.
Does the UN have any provision for rescuing small mountain
villages from cum slides?"
"You mean, mud slides? Or perhaps snow avalanches,
Professor?" Got Gal frowned as she tugged on her earlobe.
"Ahhhhh. No. I mean, sperm avalanches," Professor Whirtler
widened and then narrowed his eyes at the images on the
screen before him.
"I seriously doubt it," the buxom flaxen heroine snorted.
"I thought as much," Professor Whirtler reached forward and
turned off the computer monitor. "Now, Got Gal, I know I said
I had a mission for you in the mutiod infested sewers. But
what do you think about a Black Hills mountain adventure?"
"Well, anything is better than getting raped by mutiods in
that smelly sewer, to collect sperm samples for you," Got Gal
smiled.
"Exactly! And this is WAY better than that! Outdoors. Fresh
mountain air. Everything a young girl could want. All I want
you to do, is bring me back an alien sperm sample. You've
done it a hundred times before." Professor Whirtler reached
under his lab table and placed a HUGE jar upon the table top
with a mighty thud.
"WOW! Professor. That is going to take some time if you
expect me to fill that!" Got Gal gave a nervous laugh.
"No. No. I don't think so. Oh, and you might want to take
along some extra batteries for the de-pregorizer. You know,
never hurts to be prepared. Sort of like a boy scout." The
Professor began digging out batteries from his pockets.
"Well, I have had my fair share of dealings with boy scouts,"
Got Gal smirked and winked as she took the extra batteries
out of the professors hands and tossed them into the gigantic
sample jar.
The Professor paused and leaned over and flicked on the
computer monitor again; winced, frowned, and turned it off
again, while reaching under the table to rummage in a box.
He handed Got Gal two identical items.
"What is this, Professor? Looks like a frisbee wrapped in a
square tin foil pouch?" Got Gal turned the two identical
packages over in her gloved hands.
"Those are condoms." The Professor ignored Got Gal's shocked
face, "now remember, no lube, it spoils the sample."
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"WOW! Ms. Americana, I seriously thought for a moment we
weren't getting out of that one!" Flag Girl screed thick
layers of alien mutiod pug off her face and body with her
gloved hands.
"Yes. It was fortunate that I thought of putting our power
belts around the creatures penises like giant cock rings and
shrinking them down to their original infant size," Ms.
Americana placed her hands on her hip and looked around the
shop.
"It kind of would have been nice if you had thought of it a
bit sooner. Say, seven hours sooner, before the sex crazed,
two headed, four armed, two dicked monsters banged us nearly
senseless for an entire day." Flag Girl thought out loud.
"Well, all that maters is I once again rescued our sexy asses
and defeated the bad guys. Sort of." Ms. Americana frowned at
the deserted shop.
"OH MY GWAD!" Flag Girl blurted out. "They already have
souvenir post cards of us getting banged!"
"Really?! Let me see those," Ms. Americana grabbed the post
card out of Flag Girl's hand and then slipped several more
from the rotating post card rack Flag Girl had plucked the
card from into the top of her boot. "Post cards of me always
make great stocking stuffer's come Christmas time."
Flag Girl yanked out her cell phone from her boot top and
began to swipe the screen while moaning, "oh, the monsters
don't show up on camera?! It looks like our giant selves are
face humping the bejebbizas out of the Mount Rushmore
President faces?!"
"Well, to be fair when a girl has two alien cocks in her
sandboxes it helps to create some extra stimulation of the
clit in order to get through it with some dignity intact,"
Ms. Americana grabbed some more post cards and flipped
through them while nervously clearing her throat.
"But it looks like you are savagely grinding your giant
crotch on President Washington's nose!" Flag Girl whined as
she looked over Ms. Americana's shoulder at the shinny new
just printed post cards. "And look at me! I'm bent over hands
on my knees glazing the faces of Abraham Lincoln and Thomas
Jefferson and that... other guy who looks like Tech Support!
You can't see the giant aliens! It looks like we are face
raping Mount Rushmore!"
"Yes. But on the positive side. These are some first rate
quality post cards," Ms. Americana cleared her throat again
and slipped all the post cards depicting her face raping
Mount Rushmore into her boot tops. Which was more than they
could hold and they began to spill out onto the shop floor as
she walked about. "But where is everyone? The Mount Rushmore
Souvenir Gift Shop should be full of tourists?"
"Well, maybe the sight of two giant super heroines grinding
their crotches on a National Monument caused them to flee?"
Flag Girl sighed and shook her head slowly as she turned off
her cell phone and replaced it into her boot top. "I'm just
glad that after seven hours of non-stop rape on the Mount
Rushmore faces you figured out how to stop them with our
power belts new size-change-thingy and that Got Gal showed up
with those two weird 'bags' to put them in and fly them back
to Professor Whirtler."
"Yes. I did not know that Black Mamba Condoms made alien
contaminant bags?" Ms. Americana frowned.
"So, home and several hours of showering followed by several
more hours of showering? And then some serious internet image
purging?" Flag Girl looked at Ms. Americana.
Ms. Americana put a curled finger around her chin, "first, I
would like to get another look at that space ship of theirs?"
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"You do realize our power belts are almost completely drained
after that size change stunt with us and the aliens," Flag
Girl looked cautiously around her at the inside of the alien
ship.
"Ah Ha!" Ms. Americana shouted and pointed to several metal
tags on the interior of the ship. "English. Since when do
alien's label their ships various parts in Earth-ese?"
Ms. Americana began to fiddle with the computer key board as
Flag Girl sighed and reached over past her shoulder and
flipped the computer on.
"Just as I thought. This space pod was not landing on the
Earth. It was launched from the Earth but failed to maintain
orbit and crashed upon re-entry." Ms. Americana smiled.
"Gosh! Ms. A! How did you work all of that out?!" Flag Girl's
eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.
"I read it from the ship's computer log." Ms. Americana
continued scrolling the computer page. "The Question is; why
would anyone want to shoot two headed, four armed, two
dicked, aliens into space?"
"Ah, my mind is reeling from so many reasons that I can't
pick one," Flag Girl staggered around holding her head.
"I think I have worked out the trajectory of the craft back
to its point of origin and original launch site," Ms.
Americana smiled.
"You read that from the log too?" Flag Girl cautiously
frowned.
"Yep! I'm three for three today!" Ms. Americana beamed.
"First, figuring out how to shrink the alien's down with our
power belts, then figuring out they weren't invading Earth
but trying to escape it, and three, figuring out their point
of launch of origin!"
"But didn't your idea of feeding them our super heroine milk
trigger their growth into giants?" Flag Girl pondered out
loud.
"Well, yeah, possibly," Ms. Americana rolled her eyes.
"And you set our fighter jet on autopilot which it doesn't
have and it crashed into the side of a mountain... a mountain
inside a national park." Flag Girl continued.
"Okay. But I am still one ahead," Ms. Americana slapped a
gloved hand over Flag Girl's mouth before she could continue
talking. "Now. Let's find transport!"
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"I never realized how empowering it is to drive a semi-truck
before," Ms. Americana smiled as she hopped out of the cab of
the smoking big rig whose front was plowed into a parked car.
"I should get one; The Ms. Americana Big Rig!"
Flag Girl got out of the crashed semi rubbing her head,
"think I should untie the guy we 'commandeered' this eighteen
wheel menace from?"
"Oh, that can wait. We are 'super heroine-ing' right now.
Latter, when we have time. Maybe after the reporters and fans
finish idolizing us for solving this case." Ms. Americana
shimmied and shook her way up to the front door of a
corrugated tin walled warehouse. The impact upon the parked
car had forced it into and through the chain link fence so it
was no longer up right or a relevant obstacle.
Ms. Americana rapped her knuckles lightly on the rusted door
before kicking it open with a savage stomp. Ms. Americana
strode into the large shed, "doesn't appear to be anyone
home. What do you think, Flag Girl?"
"Oh, I'm just focused on the sound of distant police sirens
which I am sure I will be hearing any minute now," Flag Girl
followed Ms. Americana into the building.
"Ah Ha! More computer... stuff!" Ms. Americana walked over to
the island of computers humming and clicking in the center of
the large dimly lit shed.
Flag Girl walked past Ms. Americana and started typing on
keyboards and flicking monitors on. "Our dance partners
weren't aliens. It looks like some one was playing around
with the gene structure of sewer Mutiods. Got our two headed,
four armed, two dicked boys here. As well, as something that
has milker tentacles growing like 'Dread Locks' out of the
back of its head and another with milkier cups in the palm of
its hands. Weird stuff!"
"But why would anyone want to shoot mutated Mutiods in to
outer space?" Ms. Americana tapped her chin in deep thought.
"I think I can answer that." A figure strode out of the
shadows.
"President Fear!?" Both super heroines shouted out in shocked
unison recognition.
"You see, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, millions of years ago.
There was a planet that existed between Earth and Mars. It
was home to a very advanced species. They became aware their
planet was going to be destroyed by an asteroid. So they
packed up and buried themselves deep in to the center of
their moon." President Fear typed a few keys and brought up
images of the lost planet and the solar system.
President Fear smiled and then continued. "The impact reduced
the planet into an astroid belt. And it sent the moon
hurtling through space where it eventually settled into the
Earth's orbit. Our moon WAS their moon. And all that advanced
tech is still held in its center."
"The on going meteorite storm from their exploding world
covered the moon in explosions and impact craters and
destroyed the moons atmosphere. Killing those living on the
surface and burying the exit and entrance shafts of the
subterranean world for millions of years." President Fear
folded his arms across his chest and stopped talking.
"But why shoot a pod with mutated mutiods in it to the moon?"
Ms. Americana frowned as she thrust her breasts forward at
President Fear. Like all women, she found President Fear,
very hot!
"Well, my tech boys, tell me the mutiods can handle the
environment or lack there of, of the moon. But really, I have
no idea. This base was abandoned when we found it. It would
appear that Dragon Queen was behind the mutiod mutations and
the failed moon shot." President Fear ran his hand through
his sandy blonde hair. "To be honest, I was hoping I could
find some willing super heroines to journey to the moon and
check it all out. The NASA budget is barely able to keep the
snack machines filled let alone launch a lunar exploration."
"Don't worry, Mister President. It just so happens that you
are talking to the most heroic super heroines on the planet
Earth. And what's more, I just happen to have a patriotic
friend with some very, very, deep pockets!" Ms. Americana
smiled broadly and thrust her tits out even farther almost
slapping the President in the face with them. "Oh! And this
is my personal, very personal, like sex snap chat phone
number personal, number, where you can reach me any time. Day
or night. Regardless, of what I may or may not be wearing. Or
doing, or ready to do."
"Ah, okay. Thank you. I will leave it all in your capable
hands then, Ms. Americana. Your country thanks you. Now, if
you will excuse me, I have to re-dedicate Mount Rushmore just
as soon as they finish scrubbing it and hosing it down."
President Fear saluted and walked out of the back door of the
shed where several military helicopters and soldiers waited
for him.
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