"Damn! Damn! Damn!!!" I thought in desperation as I bolted down the alley. Those click click click sounds her heals made behind me grew nearer like some bad nightmare where I'm running but I'm not going anywhere.
It had been a normal gig. "Break into my safe and steal the jewels. I split the insurance with you 20/80 and you keep the goods." That fat freak Johanson told me. He was going on fifty and so was his business. Fifty that is as in fifty thousand in debt to his lenders. He wanted me to snatch his jewels, which I knew weren't worth shit, so's he could collect the insurance. I was also supposed to torch the joint as well but I just don't do pyro shit if ya know what I mean.
I had just picked the safe. He wanted it sledged open or blown open so it looked like some punks did it. I'm a pro though and don't smash. I decided to do it the easy way and just whack the lock off after the door was open. Cops in this town could miss Jimmy Hoffa's body if it were tied to the front of their cars like a deer. I figured they wouldn't catch on and I wouldn't have to dick with plastique nor nuthin'. Right when I heard that last tumbler Ms. Perfect decided to crash the party.
"You!" she barked from the door. "Drop your tools and stand still! Don't make this harder on yourself than it needs to be!" she proclaimed like some high and mighty queen of the world. I turned and my jaw nearly broke the concrete and went right to China.
Man was this bitch built. Long tan legs with some high heel red boots. Long muscular arms with vinyl arm gloves. A knock out set of wide hips holdin' up a shimmery pair of blue spandex french bikini bottoms with stars and stripes all over them. A wicked bitch face with large cheekbones, full lips and a pair of glaring, superior eyes topped with a star spangled mask. A head of long, dark red hair that blossomed out like a fountain from her head and down her back. To top it all off, she had this enormous set of gleaming, tan breasts cupped up and together with a matching bikini top all decked out in red, white and blue. Man, I wanted to salute right then and there. I couldn't pay some whore to dress like this. The final touch was a long, flowing cape that ran from around her neck and to her ass, which by the way could stop a freight train in its tracks.
She stood all arrogant like sproutin' a superior smile with those legs spread apart and her hands on her cocked hips. I dropped my tools immediately, not cause she ordered me but, I thought I had just died and gone to heaven or something. I instinctively stood up but my eyes just kept staring at that bod.
"That's it. Now just turn around and put your hands up on the wall." She ordered in a voice that would make ya cum just hearin' it. She pulled out a special pair of handcuffs and the sound of those bracelets tinklin' shook the cobwebs right out. No way was I gonna spend anymore time in the joint. Bein' butt boofed for a pack of Lucky's was as far as I wanted my life ta sink.
With a lunge that I personally was very proud of, I shot forward and power tackled her, wrappin' my arms around those hips and pushin' forward with all my might. Big she was but no six foot dame in high heels and a bikini was going ta take me in, regardless if she was the great Ms. Americana.
To my surprise, not only did she not fall back but, her hips didn't even move. Man this bitch was strong! I felt her hand grab the back of my black sweater and, like some pooch being hoisted by the scruff of its neck, she lifted me straight up to look straight in those baby blues. "Ah ah ah." she teased with a smile wavin' her finger in my face. She then matter of fact like, chucked me back across the room and onto my tool bag.
"You know. You can't win anyway. I am much stronger than you are and I have the law on my side. Why not give up this life of crime and let me help you mend your ways."
Man, it was like being in juvie school with all them nuns. I was just waitin' till she pulled out a ruler or somethin'. As Ms. high and mighty told me about the error of my ways, I slowly reached under me and into my bag for trusty ol' Trudy. Luckily I found her cause big, red hared and busty was comin' right for me.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Ms. Smarty pants staggered back like I thought she would after I introduced her to Trudy. No! Trudy wasn't a gun. She was my mace dispenser. I named her after my ex-wife, who was such a gas bag. The stuff worked every time and this super slut was no exception. At that moment, I lunged forward again and plowed into her. This time she slammed back against one of the glass cases and fell over. Not staying to be a gentleman and help the lady up, I ran like a jack rabbit in the first direction I could.
Now here I am, runnin' like a scared teenager down some dark alley while Ms. Americana struts her shit, callin' and tauntin' as if it weren't humiliating enough.
"AHHHH SHIT!" The damn alley was a dead end. I then saw that red headed bitch's outline at the other end and I began jumpin' about like a frog in a tin can.
Then I saw it. Yes, pad lock on the outer door. With my pry bar I yanked the clasp off with adrenaline I never thought I had and shouldered the door. Almost as quickly, I slammed it shut and grabbed the closest thing I could to brace it. Luckily it was a fifty gallon garbage drum full of paper. I knew it wouldn't keep her out since, if I could move it, she obviously could, but it did fit right under the door knob.
I took off and I saw a small stair case shooting up on the right side. The whole place looked like a sweat shop, full of sewing machines and mannequins and such. It was pitch black and all shut down so it was just me and Super Cunt. Damn my luck. Where are those rovin' bands of punks when you need them?
As I made it halfway up the stairs, I could hear Ms. Prissy Pants slamming open the door downstairs. It sounded like it was slowin' her down till the sound of that drum rollin' over shot a new bolt of dread through me.
I made it up the top of the stairs and tried a door. The frickin' floor board creaked like the dickens and I knew she knew right where I was. The sound of those heels hitting the first step confirmed that. I raced down the hall and tried each door, all locked and no time to break them open. Finally, as though some angel was watchin' out for me, the last door opened and I ducked in. Lady luck must have been on my side cause this door was one of those fire doors with a bolt on my side. Ms. Americana's going to have a harder time gettin' through this, that's for sure.
I turned and almost froze. Man this place was nothin' like downstairs. It was a studio with a stage, a big brass bed, a wardrobe, a bunch of video camera crap and what looked like a darkroom on the other side. Definitely an illegal porn studio judgin' from the pics on the walls. A kinky one at that with tons of bondage and lots of babe toys like dildos and such. Now Ms. Righteous is gonna have two logs for the fire tonight, me and this place.
BAM!!
I thought that door was gonna fly off on the first blow. She must have been putting her shoulder into it. I knew from the news she's not too strong. Strong enough to bounce a guy like me and break handcuffs and stuff but she can't punch through a wall or lift a car or nothin'. That door, however, wasn't gonna hold long and I had to get out of here. Get this. A million places to run. The whole one side of the loft was windows. The ceiling had a fire escape ladder to a skylight. Do I pick those. NO! Einstein here heads to the one place he can't get out of. The dark room. Man I nearly shit my load when I slammed the door and saw no window, no other door and no skylight. I was just gonna turn around and run out when that fire door popped open.
"SHIT!!!" I hissed.
The dark room was fairly large with black drapes around the walls and over the door. I figured I could just hide in the curtains but she'd find me sooner or later, probably right when she'd flick on the lights.
"Oh Mr. Thief.. Come out, come out where ever you are." she chimed like some mommy searchin' for her kid.
I readied my pry bar and waited with it raised hopin' to land a lucky blow when I saw it. There on the shelves with a bunch of other bottles and jars. I walked over and picked up the brown plastic bottle and thought, "Nah. it only works in the movies." Then again, I had nothin' to lose.
I grabbed a large white rag and opened the bottle. Man that chloroform shit smelled awful. I nearly passed out just opening the bottle. I poured a small amount into the rag then stopped. Was it enough. She was a big bitch. Ah what the heck. I poured half the bottle into the rag soaking it thoroughly and holdin' my breath the whole time. I then slipped behind the drapes next to the door and waited. I just hoped she'd come in before I had to take another breath.
Sure enough, the darkroom door creaked open and I saw her slowly come in standin' tall and houty like some stuck up super model. I waited till she got about two feet in then I let her have it.
It was my right hand that connected first. I wrapped it around her waist and pulled her back. This actually didn't work and I ended up slammin' into her ass instead. I could have sworn I heard her giggle and she just stood there with her hands on her hips. "Come now. Do you honestly think you can. HMMMMBBBLLLMM!!!"
That's all I needed honey, your sweet voice guidin' my left hand to those pretty red lips. I planted that rag on her face like a swatter smackin' a fly. Again, she didn't move. I didn't care, I just hung on tight. She seemed confused at first and then sighed.
"What's this??? What are you trying to do Mr. Thief.." she taunted again in some cutsie little girl voice like she was my mommy or somethin'. She then took a deep breath as though she were gonna throw me and that's when I figured she hadn't actually gotten a whiff of the stuff yet.
I figured good. All of a sudden, those legs kicked out and those hips started gyrating all over the place. I held on for dear life. She just kept swiveling and jerking back and forth and pullin' at my hand over her mouth. Then, when I felt her legs weren't planted firmly, I used all my strength and hoisted her back off her feet and over my chest. I must have held her there for two or three minutes, her whining and moaning under the rag thrashing her head around like some woman trying to get a bee out of her hair. Then she got lucky. With those legs, she planted her heels into the developer's table and pushed back. She was kind of weak now but still she plowed me into the door jam and I lost my grip. She then spun around and shoved me to the floor, runnin' past and gaspin' like someone comin' out of a fire. I picked up the still reakin' rag and followed her out into the studio. She was staggerin' and grabbing her forehead trying to shake the cobwebs when I lunged on top of her and planted the rag back over her face. "NO!! Stoppp MMBBLLMM!!!" Man she was strong. Held me off the ground while I wrapped my legs around her waist and rode her like some bull at a rodeo. We wrestled some more for another minute then she staggered back and slammed me right into a brick post. This bitch wasn't gonna go down, then I noticed she was holdin' her breath.
"Oh no you don't sunshine!" I sneered in her ear. With my right arm I wound back my fist and plowed it straight into her side. She squealed under the rag but she was still holdin' her breathe. Two more kidney punches and the sound of her suckin' in a lung full was music to my ears.
I thought I had big red till she jerked back and head butted me straight in the chops with the back of her head. Then, with those hydraulic jacks she calls legs, she launched backward again and slammed me hard into that same brick pillar.
I yelled like a squashed bug and dropped to the floor with the bricks doin' a number to my spine and shoulder. She staggered away again but this time she was noticeably weaker and way more dizzy.
With another burst of strength I got up and football tackled her knees. Luckily for her and me the joker who ran this porn studio had a big old pink fur rug on the floor. We wrestled some more on the floor with her slappin' and pushing me away. She now felt like a normal woman would, strength wise that is, and I managed to get my arm around her waist again as she knelt on all fours trying to get up. "Nighty night!!!" I taunted planting that rag once more over her now dull and sleepy looking face. She let her self drop to the floor, bringing her arms to her face, trying to get that rag off. I then wrapped my legs around her waist once more and used both hands to keep the cloth over her nose and mouth. She wiggled like a snake and I could tell the stuff was suckin' her dry. Then, with one last surge, that body of hers shook and spasmed. Like London Bridge she came crashin' down and collapsed with a deep, feminine moan.
I pushed her over and got up panting and sweating like a pig. Those all black jump suits were hotter that shit and the ski mask and sweater didn't make things cooler. I stood there for a long moment watching her roll about slowly on the carpet, moaning and sliding those long legs together like she was havin' a bad dream or somethin'.
I figured I wasn't gonna take a chance on this stuff only giving me a small head start so I knelt down and put the rag over her face once more. She surged slightly but then her wiggling slowed. I picked up some plastic tape from a nearby table and taped the pad in place. She still shifted about slightly but I knew she was down for the count when her left arm rose up to pull the rag off but then collapsed at her side. She was sleepin' like a big baby and I had nothin' to worry about, at least for now.
At first I bolted for the door. "Good riddance" I thought. Then, I looked back at those legs, that face and those jugs and, like some sledge hammer hitin' me over the head, I stopped cold.
"Hey, ain't no one showin' till morning at least." I thought. "Besides, I bet no one knows where she is anyway." A grin a mile wide came over my mug as I stood over her sleepy shapely form.
"Now hold on there Mickey ol' boy. This bitch will rip me apart once she wakes up. Even if I tie her up she'll just break free." I thought looking her over. Then I remembered hearin' somewhere that she had a weakness. Somethin' gave her her powers. But what? Then I remembered. It was somethin' about her wrists. If they were bound together she was powerless. I looked about and had no problem finding some rope. I pulled those gloved arms to her front, crossed them and tied her wrists together.
I then looked about and the thing I was hopin' for hung right where I would expect it. I grabbed Ms. Ameri-Bitch and hoisted her over my shoulder. She was big but kinda light for her size. I laid her down and grabbed another clump of rope. The people that ran this porn shop joint knew what they were doin' cause all the rope was cut into these nice, usable lengths. I passed the rope through the eye hook hanging from a rafter, then grabbed Americana's wrists and tied the other end tight to them. Then, with a heave ho I hoisted sleepin' beauty to her feet until her boots just barely touched the floor and she was hangin' by those glove covered arms.
Man she looked hot. Those tits just gleamed from sweat in that top and they looked so damn plump. I was tempted to rip that costume off right there but, the thought of Ms. Super heroine gettin' it while she was awake made me even more horny. I peeled the ether rag off her face so she could wake up, then tied her ankles together with some more rope. Finally, I balled up a big handkerchief, stuffed it in her mouth, then tied it in place with a big old bandanna. So as to not give her and advantage, I also blindfolded her.
Bound gagged and sleepin' like a baby. Ms. Smarty heroine was nothin' now and she was all mine. I figured, "While Ms. Ameri-slut is sleepin' I might as well go get the jewels and my stuff.
It took nearly an hour. Not only did I grab my tools and the goods but I finished makin' the jewel shop look like it was ransacked and I also covered up any tracks of Ms. Americana's. Turns out she had some decked out red corvette parked close by. No plates nor nothin' but you just couldn't miss the red, white and blue paint job. I pulled it around the block and parked it in the alley next to the building. Silly bitch left the keys in it, probably so she could get away. She must be rich or somethin' cause the car was loaded with gizmos and crime bustin' shit.
I could hear her moaning and pullin' at the ropes when I opened the door. The minute I came in, she froze and stood kind of erect like she was bein' defiant or proud or somethin'. Probably thought she looked too "sexist" or somethin' in that get up all trussed up like a turkey. Hey, I never told her to wear a bikini.
I dropped my gear and lazily strolled up to her. She knew I was near and raised her head kind of proud like, breathin' like some hissin' snake under that gag. That ass looked so hot, especially with that star spangled string bikini. I raised my hand and smacked her ass hard.
The meaty sound echoed through the studio and her ass vibrated like a big ole' slab of Jell-o. That shocked the snootiness right outta her. She whinnied like a horsy, shootin' those hips forward and twistin' them about.
"So, its Ms. Amazon. no Ms. Arkansas. oh its Ms. Americana. or whatever yer stupid name is." I teased walked up behind her and putting my hand blatantly on her thigh. She froze like an icicle and those butt cheeks clenched tighter than an old woman's pocket book.
I reached up and started untying that gag. I just had to listen to Ms. Snooty pants now. Sure enough, I wasn't disappointed.
"Uuuughhhh! You'll never get away with this. You're only prolonging the inevitable!" she blared. "You're going to jail and you know that."
Holy shit. Was this bitch stupid or what. Even worse, I really didn't think she knew why I tied her up. It was as though no one had ever done this to her before.
"So tell me Americana, ever been caught like this before?" I asked whispering in her ear and getting real close to her so her ass pressed up against my ragin' cock.
"I have been captured but have always triumphed. No matter what villainy you have planned for me or this city, I will escape and you will.. Ughh you will not.. Nnghh. succeed."
As she was talkin' I was rubbing my erection against her bare butt cheeks. She must have felt it cause she started to stutter and get kind of nervous with each press. I bet she could feel me straight through my jump suit cause I knew I was just about ready to burst out of them.
Then I thought. "I gotta see those eyes. She's gotta have the greatest expressions. I bet she's gonna shit in her pants." I reached up and pulled off the blindfold. She tried to look around at me but it didn't do her any good any ways. I was still wearin' my ski mask. Hot bastard but it did a great job at coverin' my face.
Sure enough, them baby blues looked nervous as hell. She had these eye brows that curved down over her nose and arched way up on the outside of her eyes. Gave her kind of a wicked look along with those long eyelashes and narrow eyes. I hate doll faces anyway and she had a bitch look that I know I was going to enjoy humiliatin'.
I just kept breathin' hard and pressin' up against her ass. Every once in a while she'd push back kind of annoyed like. Fine with me cause that butt crack just wrapped right around my schlong like a ball park frank in a bun.
"Look.. This is not going to work. tell me what you plan to do with me. What ever it is, I resist to the bitter end." She said tryin' to get me to do some talkin'.
"Do with you? Oh, I think I can figure somethin' out." I replied raisin' my arms and running my hands along her sides over her waist and ribs.
She breathed in a waverin' gasp and looked about kind of nervous like. My hands reached out along her sides so they were stickin' out at chest level. She was breathin' real uneasy like now as I intentionally started bringing my hands dangerously close to those cantaloupes she called breasts.
I then ran my middle finger over the surface of her left tit, strokin' it over her nipple ever so slightly. Man did that ass tighten'. She sucked in a breath and seized right up and I could see she was watchin' my hand with this innocent shocked look on her face.
I then started with the other hand. First a finger, then two, then all five. She was nervous all right, just like I wanted. Then I went for the kill and clamped my hands firm and deep like over those melons.
"AAARRRGHHH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! NO!!!" she screamed. That body took off like a top, wigglin' and jerkin' about. That wrist tying rumor must have been true cause she was pulling at her ropes but just couldn't break them. I figured she would have kicked my ass instantly if she had her powers so I went balls to the walls groping the crap out her, knowin' she couldn't do nothin'.
Man, those puppies were the E-Ticket as Disney Land. Definitely 100% pure mam-meat. No silicon hear. It was like playin' with two huge water balloons. I sloshed, squeezed, mashed and massaged those mams like they were the last set I would ever get my hands on. Plus, I had the feelin' this stuck up, high and mighty bitch didn't let any man handle these babies. I could tell by the way she wasn't used to havin' them mashed together like two lumps of dough.
"GGHH!!! Unhand me NOW! Don't you know this is ILLEGAL! How DARE... UGHH!!!"
I would have taped her mouth shut but the super heroine spiel just turned me on even more. Brought me back to the days when I was 12 reading those Wonder Woman comics and wantin' ever crook to jump her ass.
Oh man I had to see those balloons. I searched about a bit and noticed some little button on the back and between the Colombia River gorge. I grabbed the button on her back with one hand and slowly brought my other around so she could see where I was aiming. I felt like that Jaws shark and started hummin' the song as I grabbed the front button.
"Now. now.. Mr. Ughh. Mr. Thief. I concede that you have won. If you release me. I can. I can help you with the authorities." Man did she look nervous. She was gritting her teeth and those eyes were to die for. I almost hated to do it. "Oh really." I said. "Now you admit I won?!! So what. I have the upper hand."
"DON'T!. don't.. This. isn't. you're not supposed to. AAAARRRGHHH!!"
On the high note when those swimmers get eatin' in the movie I snapped my digits and let those babies fly.
That skimpy top must have been doin' a lot of holdin' cause those melons burst out like wild horses bein' set free or somethin'. It was amazing seeing them pop out and roll free like two expanding balloons.
"Aggg GOD!.. Are you INSANE!!! What are you DOING!" she screamed again.
I stood and just stared at those tits for the longest time. Those nipples were just plain perfect. Big, round, very womanly and so erect. My hand instinctively reached up and cupped her left breast, sliding the nipple between my middle and third finger. She pulled away but I quickly grabbed her around the waist with my other arm and pulled her in. "So, like you never had anyone grab these babies before Ameri-boobs." I teased.
"UNHAND ME!. How dare.. You'll never get away with this! You're only making it harder on yourself." She spewed again with more of her heroine talk. I was kind of gettin' fed up with her crap and grabbed that handkerchief and bandanna. I pushed the handkerchief in her mouth and retied the bandanna. "That oughta shut your yap for now." I said grabbin' her hard by the chin. Then I went back to those tits. Smooth, gleamin' and soft. I must have rolled those babies around for five minutes all the time Ms. Americana panted and hissed under her gag tryin' to express her disapproval.
I was gettin' so feverish now and my grip was getting harder and more violent. I was mashin' her hard now, squeazing those tits like they were going to shoot out milk or somethin'. Then I decided it was milkin' time at the Americana coral so I lunged in, sucked in a mouthful of nipple and started nursin' like a hungry pig on a mad feeding frenzy.
Man, she was pissed. Tryin' like a mad woman, she writhed and bucked about slammin' those long legs into me in some vain attempt at pushin' me off. That only gave me the idea of sliding my hand from her tit to her thigh and gropin' the crap out of her bare legs. What a couple of smooth babies those were.
For the longest time I just sucked and munched down on that tit like a madman. These were the most fantastic tits I had ever seen and I wasn't gonna waste a centimeter of her tasty flesh. After about five minutes I sucked real hard, pulled her tit as far out as possible and let it slap back into her chest with a meaty whack. Then it was the other titty's turn.
Must have been nearly twenty minutes till I got my fill of the tit special at the Americana diner. Those tits were now all red and streaked with reddened finger prints from where I was squeazin' them plus they were kind of covered in drool. Hey, I wanted it to be sloppy and blunt and she got just that. I don't think those tits have ever gotten such a workin' over.
Her expression was the best. She had stopped twistin' a while ago and was just bearin' it. Now she was staring at me through her messed up hair, glarin' all mean and bitch like. I slapped her titty once more making her reel back and let out an animalistic whine. Gotta let her know whose boss.
I then grabbed her by the sides of her chest and slowly started runnin' my hands down that hot body. Her glare turned to fear as my hands settled on her wide, round hips. I pulled her close and cupped her ass, letting her feel my cock against her pelvis. She turned her head away and tried to get as far away from me as her ropes would allow. I then reached up and pulled off that gag.
"Look. what you did was. was wrong but I forgive you. I'll not report this if you just untie me." She stammered staring down at my hands on her hips all shocked and nervous like.
"Oh, gee. Yes Ms. Americana. You're right. I've been a bad boy and I will give myself up." I said.
Her expression started to turn back to one of accomplishment and relief. Then, I grabbed those bikini tights and yanked them clean down to her knees.
"NOT!!"
"UGHHH!!! NO!" she screamed and started wiggling about again with me runnin' my hands back up her smooth tan legs to her bare hips. She was wearin' a pair of tiny, g-string panty underwear that was all black and just covered her mound. Man this was so hot.
"Just this little piece of cloth between you and me." I said taunting her as I snapped the strap across the top of her hip bone.
"NO!. you. you can't. this is. is RAPE!. Do you know how much trouble you'd be in??. you can't do THIS!" she exclaimed in shock.
"Oh, gee. now aren't I the criminal?? I'm supposed to do bad things, aren't I?" I asked knowing the answer.
"Yes. but. not. YOU CAN'T!!"
"Wanna BET!"
I didn't know I was that strong but I tore those panties clean off her hips in one fell swoop. I then stood back and let her go. She looked like she was gonna scream her head off but she just squealed in shock. Her face was locked with this super shocked expression. She pulled her hips back and tried to lean her body forward in some vain attempt at coverin' up. How do you cover up a bare snatch with bare tits?
That snatch was definitely worth all this trouble, that was for sure. I guess wearin' some skin tight costume with bear legs ya gotta shave your pussy cause she was trimmed and perfectly groomed. She had a tiny, thin red triangle of hair over two of the fullest cunt lips I had ever seen. No flappin' taco shell stuff here either like dozens of strippers I've seen. Her lips came tight together keepin' everything in nice and clean.
She hung from the ropes, gaspin' in shock and embarrassment not even seeing me walk behind her. I had re soaked that rag with more of that ether stuff and clamped it hard over her mouth. Man, she went on a wigglin' trip like a fish out of water. I reached around and slid my hand between her legs, splitting her cunt lips with my finger and rubbin' that pea sized clit like crazy.
"Sorry Ameri-bitch. Gotta put you out so's I can get you over to the. bed." I whispered in the cunt's ear, rubbin' her extra hard on the word bed. She thrust out at that point but the chloroform stuff did the trick and she soon sank back down with a deep moan.
I was just about ready to untie my new girlfriend when I heard a sound out in the hall. I ran to the door and pressed up against the wall on the hinge side. The door slowly creaked open and I could see a small girl startin' to enter. Luckily I still had that chloroform rag and I put it to good use, clampin' it down hard over the visitor's nose and mouth.
Who ever this was, she was small and spunky. Man, it was like wrestling a wild cat. She was weaker than me but she twisted like a fucking snake. I held on tight and that ether stuff made short work of her wiggling. After a few minutes, she went to the floor and I stood there triumphant.
"Who the fuck." I started to say as I turned on one of the camera lights.
There, sleepin' like a baby was a young girl, probably 16 to 18. She had on a pair of shorts like Ms. Americana's only not so sexy and a red, white and blue tube top. She also wore a mask and arm gloves and boots and all that but she had brown hair which was pulled back kind of loose like and put into a high pony tale on her head. She looked like a mini Ms Americana and it instantly clicked who she was.
"Liberty Babe!" I said. "That stupid teen must have found the vette out back and came up here."
I then looked over at that sleeping Ms. Americana, then back at Liberty Babe, then around the porn studio and grinned.
"Oh Mzzzz.. Americana. wakey wakey.." I called out. I could see she was comin' around and waited while she shook the cobwebs clear. I had her on the bed, boots, gloves and mask still intact. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles and knees were tied together. She writhed like a snake for a bit till she could raise up and look my way. Then she gasped.
"Liberty BABE!" she screamed. "What have you DONE!"
Little Liberty Babe was tied to a chair and gagged. She slept nice and serenely while I knelt next to her with my hand on her thigh dangerously close to her nice, shapely hips and that tender crotch.
"Looks like your friend is taking a nice nap. Now listen up Ameri-cunt. Do as I say and I won't touch Liberty Babe here." I said coldly. "Fuck with me and." I flicked her plump tit by its nipple with my finger.
"AAGHH! NO! You can't! She hasn't done anything to you! She's is just a child!!" Ms. Americana screamed.
"Then I want your word you'll do as I say." I ordered.
"This is CRAZY!" Ms. Americana screamed. "You can't do THIS!"
"Ok." I said and started putting my hands on Liberty Babe's thighs and kissing her ear.
"OK. OK!.. I'll do. what you ask." Ms. Americana replied with trepidation.
"What was that?? Couldn't hear ya babe." I replied continuing to kiss Liberty Babe.
"I said OK, I'll do what you ASK!" Ms. Americana replied more clearly.
"Good." I said popping up and walking onto the wooden stage. I stood over the bed and pulled off my top, then my pants. I still left the ski mask on along with my briefs. Looked dorky but I didn't want super lady here to see my face. I crawled into the bed and over Ms. Americana.
"What do you.. want." she asked probably knowing what I was gonna do. Heck, you'd have to be a grade a moron not to know what was on my mind.
I grabbed a handful of tit and pulled her close. With a shocked look on her face, I grabbed her by the back of the hair and started kissing her deep. She definitely was not in the kissin' mood. I mashed her lips and gave her a big, wet sloppy one. She just twisted and groaned trying to pull away all the time my other hand massaged that big tit of hers. I then let her head down, keepin' our lips locked and grabbed the other tit with my other hand. Mashing and massaging those mams, I kissed her madly and played with her tits. She continued to struggle and moan and when I opened my eyes, she was looking about in shock as though she was confused as to what she should do.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in, then ran my other hand down her long, curvey thigh. I stroked her leg and ass for quite a while kissing her feverishly. I then let her drop, slid down to her thighs and started untying the ropes around her legs. "Oh NO!. Dear God NO!!.. Please.." She pleaded almost like a child as I removed the ropes and started running my hands up those incredible legs of hers. I then crawled up next to her and sat up.
"Time ta put those thick lips of yours to some good use." I said pulling down my fruit of the looms and grabbing her by the back of the head.
"Nooo.. You can't.. not that. I can't do. mmmbbmmmm.."
She pleaded and begged all the way to my dick till I shut her up by pressing my rock hard cock past those red lips and pushing her head down into my lap. Those long, tan legs slide about on the satin bed sheets and she groaned and moaned as I held her head in place.
"C'MON SLUT! Suck it like you mean it! Either you do it right or your teen friend gets it right in the ass!" I barked tightening my grip on her red hair. She wasn't doin' nothin' except barely touching my cock with her lips. She then started slowly sucking in disgust. I could tell this wasn't one of her finest skills but, by the time I'd finish with her, she'd be a pro. A few minutes went by and this seemed to be getting no where. I grabbed the bitch by the shoulders and whipped her around on her back. "Maybe you'll do better on your back SLUT!"
I rolled on top of her and that's when the rodeo began. "NO! DON'T!. YOU CAN'T Oh God you CAN'T!! Please NO!" she begged and pleaded and bucked like a wild filly but I grabbed that ass and slid my hips between those firm, smooth thighs.
"OOOHHH NOOOO!!!!!" she screamed as I pressed the tip of my cock against her cunt lips. Then I pressed it in.
She reeled back and screamed a deep, animal like moan as I felt my cock dive into her smooth, wet pussy. I was kind of proud of old Johnson. The chicks usually would come back for more after getting a taste of some of my ten inch meat. I wasn't much on looks but bein' hung like a horse didn't hurt none.
"Ughh.. Ughh. Ughhh. Take it. TAKE IT OUT!!.. For God's sake Don't do THIS!" she panted and screamed. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself in deeper with her gasping and thrusting every inch of the way. Maybe this bitch has gotten some dick once or twice in her life but it didn't seem like it was hard and brutal like this. All I knew was I wanted to fuck that bod till it dropped.
For a minute or so I took my time sinking my sword into her. Then I started pumping it in and out of her tight cunt like an oil rig. Our hips slammed and thrust into each other, growing more in sync with each burst. Those kicking, flailing legs of hers started to settle down and slide along my sides as she moaned and grunted. Then, she started to tighten.
"No!!. Wait.. Something's.. wrong!! You can't. can't make me . climax. DON'T! STOP IT!" she was pleading and begging to beat the band. I could understand not wanting some guy in a sky mask to poke ya but, once you're about ready to come, why the hell would you want to stop. This bitch was getting feverish over it. Each second brought her closer and each second drove her deeper into panic.
"What's wrong Ameri-cunt. Don't like some real meat!" I grunted slamming into her.
"You.. don't understand. I can't handle.. I can't deal with. Oh no! I'm COMING!. STOP STOP!!!"
Man she was really tightening up. I almost felt sorry for the bitch. Probably never gets any if ya know what I mean the way she was acting. Then those hips of hers exploded upward, nearly sending me off the bed. She gritted her teeth, held her breath and froze for nearly a minute. Then, with the loudest, animalistic cry I had ever heard, he came like a fucking volcano.
It was like that movie The Exhorsist" where that girl was slamming about on the bed like some possessed bitch. I could barely hang on as Ms. Americana screamed and screamed from climaxing, bursting her hips up and down in a mad frenzy. I knew I had to nail this bitch good so I joined in and slammed my dick in her as much as I could. This really intensified her agony making her scream and moan even more.
Then she slammed down on the bed in a beaten display of sweat, flesh and sprayed hair. "Ohhh GODDD!!! Oh. NO!!. My. my POWERS!!! They're GONE!!" she panted and cried. I didn't give a fuck. I leaned back on my knees and grabbed her thighs. She was dazed for a few moments then looked down her body at me. "What. what are you DOING!!" she cried. "What do you think you stupid bitch." I said as I started watching my dick slide in and out of her pussy. "No! You can't. don't cum inside ME!." she screamed watching my cock slide in and out of her.
Sure thing lady. I'll just let you get off while I take a cold one. I had no intention of letting her off the hook and man, I could feel it coming. My thrust got longer, deeper and slower. I started to tighten as the motherload was building. Then, I made one, final deep thrust and reeled back. "AARRGHHH!!!"
I hadn't exploded like that in a long, long time and I thought I nearly emptied my bladder into her as well. I came hard, blasting a huge load of cum and I watched my cock pump the massive load deep into her surging, unwilling hips. I pumped for several moments with super cunt begging me to pull it out the whole time.
I finally withdrew and I let a stream of jism snap back into her wet, cum pumped cunt as I pulled out my still bloated dick.
"OH! YOU RAPED ME!!!! Oh God! You RAPED ME!" she groaned rolling about slowly on the bed. "My powers are. GONE!"
"What do you mean gone." I asked, like I cared.
"When I am climaxed. my powers won't work for several hours. can't be climaxed or I lose my powers." she moaned in a semi-sleepy voice.
I grinned and quickly got up. After a bit of rummaging, I returned to the bed with something wrapped in a towel.
"So, let me understand this Ameri-boobs. You get climaxed and it fucks your powers up?" I asked.
"Yes. I can't handle. HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I grabbed her, flipped her on her side and slid behind her. I then reached around and started finger fucking her cunt like a wild man.
"You mean, this fucks you up in more ways than one??" I laughed.
She gritted her teeth and wiggled around in desperation as I built her up for another climax. My fingers worked that clit like a magician rolling a quarter between his fingers. Man, she was panicking.
That's when I pulled my hips back from that tan, perky ass and aimed my rock hard cock. I'm thinking if this bitch doesn't get it much from the front end then man, she must be a virgin in the caboose.
I used the hand I was finger fucking her with to brace her hips and I slammed old Johnson for a home run. "NNGHH!!! AAAAAAHHH!! NOOO!!!" she screamed as my rod pierced that tight anus and started pushin' its way inside. I reached around with my free hand and cupped it over her gaspin' and screaming mouth.
Man, she sure was a wiggler. I rolled in a bit on top of her and just hung on for the ride. The stupid bitch didn't even realize that the more she squirmed and flipped about, the more she caused my rod to sink deeper.
For several minutes I hung on. I could feel she was tightening again but I wanted to time this thing just right. Nothin' like laying it on a broad just as she cums her head off.
Americana froze like a statue and started to squeal. That's when I let my load go. She must have felt it or something cause it just sent her skyrocketing even higher. It was all I could do to hang onto the bitch as she nearly arched all the way over. She then let out another one of those panicked screams under my hand and then collapsed like a tackled football player to the bed. I just kept pumpin' my load into her ass. I then slowly pulled it out, leaving some of my juice spilled on her ass and out of her hole.
"POP goes the cherry!" I laughed as I got up. I thought I'd get a dirty look or something but she just laid there moaning like she was in some kind of coma or somethin'. Little did Ms. Perfect know that I had the video camera on the whole time. I grab the camera and filmed her rolling and moaning on the bed, filming every part of her naked, stacked body.
I then put the camera back and grabbed the towel I had brought over earlier. I unrolled it and held up the biggest vibrator I could find in the house.
She was already wiggling like a snake. Man that thing was driving her nuts. Those huge tits just bounced around like jello as she hung there. I had her all trussed up real good. Arms tied over the head to a post. Mouth ball gagged. Her legs strapped together with leather buckle straps at the knees and ankles and that huge vibrator plugged into the wall and into her cunt. It sure must have been tight with her legs bound together like that. Just getting it in took a half jar of KY. Man, I was glad this place was stocked. Oh, and of course I had to shove a butt plug in. Who wouldn't? Those nipple clamps were also a nice touch.
She was dangling and wiggling like a worm from a hook. It was a sight to behold. No stripper I knew could dance like that, even if I paid her all the money I ever stole. She'd start pantin' and gaspin', getting quicker and louder with each second. Then she'd roar and seize. It was the eighth wonder of the world. She'd cum every fifteen or twenty minutes or so like old faithful itself. Man this bitch must never get any to be so damn pumped up.
Ms. Americana was my side entertainment. Now I had to taste the brown hared girl. Yeah, yeah, I know I gave my word if Ms. Ameri-slut cooperated I wouldn't touch her twat friend. Hey, I broke my word. Sue me.
Liberty Babe was wigglin' on the bed, just like her big partner only she looked more like some lost deer being jacklighted. I had her tied all cute like with her hands behind her back, a thin specialty gag over her mouth and some bondage straps for those ankles. It was fun just filming her roll about on the bed for a while. Then I could feel ol' Johnson getting his second wind.
"Now baby cakes. Do what I say and your friend over there won't get hurt." I said pullin' the same ploy on the teen that I did on Ameri-tits. I think these two must have been related or somethin' cause the brown hared twat fell for it hook line and sinker.
"Anything. just don't hurt Ms. Americana." she stuttered when I removed the gag.
"Oh don't worry." I gleamed staring down at the teen's breasts. Man, I wish girls like this went to my high school. This little bitch was stacked. Not nearly as big as her friend but man sized none the less.
I grabbed the little bitch by the back of her head and planted a big kiss on those pouting, pink lips. My other hand clamped down on one of those firm tits and I went to town. I worked that tit like I was crackin' a safe, rollin' the digits and pickin' up every vibration.
She wasn't near as big as her partner over on the post slammin' her hips like a crazed wild filly but those mams were a nice handful of playful joy. And boy, don't ya just love it when you grab a hand full of tit and it just blows the girl's mind. This little girl just couldn't believe I was manhandling those melons.
"Ugghh! Like, you can't do THAT!" she blared like one of those stupid chics from 90210.
"Duh, like what do you think I'm going to do with it!" I teased back getting in her curled lipped "oh my God" face.
"You, like are in big trouble! You'll see." Man the heroine spiel was thick and I was lovin' every word.
"I think you're the one in trouble ya little bitch!" I hissed grabbing her shorts and yanking them down her legs. Man the yelpin' was to die for. She barked and screamed worse than a puppy with the garden hose turned on it. Whinin' and kickin' to beat the band, and me egging her own by stroking those smooth legs and staring at the tiny brown snatch. I was getting the feeling this baby was like Louisiana was to Louis and Clark; virgin territory.
The little wrestling match was fun, me finally working my hips between those flailing legs. I pulled out old Johnson and set him up real good. Instead of teasing her with it, I decided it be a lot more fun to poke the little, bucking filly while she wrestled.
"NNGHH!!"
Ah man she was so soft and tight. Very tight. Those wiggling hips and that tight pussy were giving my woody a severe blow job all by themselves. I don't think this girl knew what she was doing cause not only was all that twisting and thrusting turning me on, it was making her nutty as well.
I sat for a long while, not movin', and wouldn't you know it that little cunt did most of the work. Her pussy swiveled around my post like someone cleaning a flagpole. All she had to do was calm down and she wouldn't be giving me exactly what she looked like she didn't want to give. That first deep thrust of mine broke her pace, however.
Her head reared back and she gasped when Johnson plowed the velvet field and headed for the barn. Getting all the way in required a few hip convulsions and me squeazing my butt cheeks till I thought I was going to lose my load. Man, this was some tight pussy.
She was definitely inexperienced but I got the feeling she wasn't a virgin. She didn't bleed nor nothin' and it wasn't hurting her. It was more shocking the crap out of her like those Catholic girls I used to bang when I should have been at choir practice. Good girl being forced bad. That was her and she played the part well.
I climbed on top and planted some steamy kisses on her while man handling some tit. She spit and thrashed her head but ol' Johnson was doing his job well keeping her nice and pumped.
"You. you.. can't! No!" she cried.
Suddenly, I remembered the camera which her and big red apparently didn't even notice. I leaned back and turned her hips at an angle to face the camera. I began thrusting my woody deep into her, then pulling it almost out, then back in slowly, then out. I'd seen enough of those skin flics to be a pro at it. Man, I could do these things. Every once in a while, I'd let Johnson slip out just so I could slowly reinsert him again. I thought it was going to make some cartoony kind of popping sound when it came out, that's how tight she was. As I kept popping her cork, my cock got wetter and gleamier. The juices would kind of ooze out her pussy with each plunge making the whole image just that much more real. There were going to be a lot of hard cases out there jacking off to this stuff.
She was climbing fast. That girl sounded like a little squeaking rabbit. Each plunge brought her nearer and I stepped up drilling her. I changed positions from time to time, turning her to her side or pulling her on top of me, all the while making sure Johnson was in the center stage.
The panting was getting quicker. She was getting all hard and tight like. Her teeth gritted and she looked like one of those little anime girls like Sailor Moon only this anime girl was the star of her very own porn show.
She closed her eyes. She surged up and into me. She held her breathe and clenched her teeth. Then, with this little girl scream that could cream your pants just hearing it, little Liberty Bitch came. Man, I had this timed right. Using some self control that I was pretty darn proud of, I came inside her pussy. I slid my cock in and out so my cum would ooze out the sides of her pussy. I'd let my cock pop out now and then, with my juices still pumin', so the world could see me planting some major seed in Liberty Babe's little field of dreams.
Liberty Babe was panting and looking like George Forman just smacked her in the head. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her up to her knees.
"Now, my flag pole needs some cleaning. DO IT! Or you'll end up like watermelon tits over there." She looked over at her partner, then at Johnson and bit her lower lip.
Man, red was furious. I didn't realize till later, when I was watchin' a copy of the tape and enjoying myself that red was screamin' and cursing me with more of that heroine rhetoric the whole time I was poking her little friend.
"Like, that's gross! You know, rape is illegal. You are in big trouble!" she yammered.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. yadda, yadda, yadda.." I said grabbing her head and forcing her down. She gulped and moaned but she took Johnson in till he was nearly sheathed. I had to say, that little bitch was way better than her mentor. Maybe she was letting instinct get the best of her, I don't know. All I could say is that blow job ranked in my top ten. The fact it was some innocent, costumed heroine gave her the points to push her into the top five. And those little, objectionable coos. Man, it was too much.
Red sounded pissed. It was kind of cool cause I felt like I was fucking some kid right in front of her mother or something. Americana was helpless and I loved that she could only watch her little pal get hosed.
I think maybe Liberty thought she was safe or something since I had already came. Little did miss star spangled ass know that I had metered the special sauce. I arched back and held her head firm, then exploded like a fire hose.
The little girl's hips twisted and she screamed under my cock gag as reams of cum squirted down her throat. I had to give the poor bitch and A for effort, I could feel her sucking and swallowing as fast as she could. Sadly, there was more water coming in the boat than water pumped out. With a cute, cry, cum oozed past her lips and down her chin and throat. I pulled Johnson out and held her head firm, watching the last wave spray on her shocked face.
"Uugggh!!! Gross! UGH!" she screamed spitting and coughing. I grabbed the little bitch by her tits and slapped Johnson between her cleavage. I used those plump milk bags to clean my cock, letting juices flow on her tits and chest. I then regagged the squirming teen and sat for a long time looking at my handy work. Then I got a devilish idea.
I grabbed the camera and brought it in close to Liberty Babe. At that point they both realized I had taped the whole thing and went wild screaming and writhing. I grabbed Liberty Babe and raised her head. I then grabbed the side of her mask and started slowly peeling it away.
Man, she was frantic to say the least. I relieved her of her mask and held her head so the viewers could get a good long look at her shocked face. I then got up and headed for big red.
Oh man, that was fun. It was a treat grabbing those big tits again and making that righteous slut gasp in shock. I grabbed her mask and peeled. She was steaming like a kettle and puffing away under her gag. That face was to die for, however and I always wished I had taken more footage. As it was, the look on her face was priceless.
Now, what could I do with them? I was all fucked out, that was for sure. I could take them back to my apartment but, I'd get caught sooner or later or they'd break free or something. From the stuff I read in the papers and saw on the tube, those two bimbos had gotten out of a lot worse shit. Besides, they may have a friend like Superman or somethin' that might decide to twist old Johnson right off.
And boy they were stugglin'. Even after being both plugged and put to sleep, they still had a lot of spunk left. They looked like Batman and Robin from that dorky series, both fighting their ropes, trying to get free. Then it hit me. I bet there were some people in town who'd love to deal with them. Maybe pay them back. I could just leave them but, the thought of leaving them with one of their enemies and them getting worked over just sent chills down my spine. Plus the fact they could dispose of them without me doin' the dirty work and they'd probably pay me for handing those two star spangled sluts over.
"Delicious, simply delicious." Man this bitch was weird. They called her Lady Delicious. Every other word was "delicious" but, man, she had a body that could fuck a bull rhino to death. She always wore underwear on the outside. Shit like lacy bras, panties, garters and hose and silk gloves. I knew this woman probably went through a hundred dildoes a week. I grinned thinking of all the girl on girl shit in store for my two hostages. I'd didn't care. Only wish I could watch. Then again just as long as she kept counting out the hundreds I'd be happy.
The back door to the warehouse burst open and two muscle goons pushed Ms. Americana and Liberty Babe out into the alley. Man, I had them decked out good. Leather single gloves tied their arms, bondage gags that looked like muzzles kept them moaning and mumbling. I put their pants back on but only up to the middle of their thighs. I also put their masks back on. It made proving who they were a whole lot easier and, shit, let Delicious unmask them again. It was like opening a Christmas present or something. Besides, they know I know what they look like so they may not fuck with me IF they ever get away from wild bitch here.
I had strapped on a harness that wrapped around their chests and encircled their tits. A leather strap ran down, through their cunt lips and up to the back between their ass cheeks real tight like with making them walk with their asses pert and erect. Their ankles were bondage cuffed together with some nice little chain cuffs allowing them to take only baby steps. The crotch straps, high heels and cuffs made them strut like chickens. The final touch was the swing chain dangling between the nipple clamps on Ms. Americana's all American jugs. Made her look like some cheap slave slut.
They pushed the two heroines passed me and I got treated to two defiant "We'll be back! Just you wait!" stares while they clicked by. The goon pushed them into the back of a small truck, laid them on the floor, then clamped some surgical masks over their faces. Me and Lady Delicious watched as they squirmed about for a bit, then slowed, then stopped.
"Delicious. I've wanted to get my hands on those two for a very long time." The Lady said sending a chill down my spine. Man, trapped in some hideout with that woman and her goons, all alone and helpless was going to be something I was going to dream about for a long time.
Sun was coming up and we parted company. Cool thing was I got a vette out of the deal. It was kind of worthless till I had it repainted and got rid off all that star spangled crap. I debated copying the tape, wanting to keep all that good shit to myself. Ah, what the hell.
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