American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 21: Superwoman
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Superwoman - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
Princess Caroline’s kidnapping and subsequent triumph over the thug made front page and prime time news everywhere in the western world, and the coverage lasted over a week covering every aspect of the kidnapping. Eddie Romaine became famous for his stupidity, but not as famous as Carrie for her bravery and bravado.
There were videos of Carrie coming out of the derelict house with a smile of ‘job well done’ as police led Eddie Romaine out a few paces behind her that were shown repeatedly. This was prime news. The ‘American Princess’ has been kidnapped and the revenged on her captor, and made him the pay for his crime.
Marjorie was able to create another ‘scoop’ for WDC-TV by again interviewing Carrie in a half-hour special. Carrier told the entire story from how she was accosted just as she got to her car, right up to when the police arrived and took over the scene that she’d already secured. She took care to emphasize that ‘deadly force’ didn’t seem required.
Suddenly, hundreds of Photoshopped pictures of Carrie appeared in many newspapers and on the Internet, showing her armed to the teeth like the Terminator with space age weapons of mass destruction. Other pictures showed her with a fierce look in a martial arts gi.
Urban myths rose up about the American Princess and how she was skilled with many deadly weapons, and could kill with her hands or feet she was so talented with martial arts. There were a number of sound bytes by SWAT team members, tough-looking Marines, and Special Forces troops stating that they wouldn’t want to tangle with her under any circumstances.
While we could have squashed the erroneous rumors of her many offensive and defensive skills, we remained mute, even making obtuse statements to suggest that indeed every one of the rumors were seriously understated instead of an exaggeration. Jerry was happy with that press, figuring it would do wonders to discourage others from trying anything.
One day when the weather was good, and we knew we had an audience of reporters with telephoto lenses staked out along our fence line; Carrie and Jerry went outside in their gis to practice some of the more basic martial arts moves. Jerry was a good sport about it, and had the one-hundred-pound princess flipping two-hundred-pound Jerry around the practice mats they used to cushion their falls. The whole routine was a set-up so that Carrie appeared even more terrifying and more of a force to be reckoned with if you were stupid enough to try. Jerry limped off after several sparing matches, and sure enough some of the photos appeared the next day extolling Carrie’s hidden strengths and skills: ’Diminutive princess tosses monster bodyguard’ was one headline.
Jerry also put Carrie up to citing the Karate Kid as her all-time favorite movie, because it helped transform her into the self-sufficient person she became.
Carrie applied for a Maryland Wear and Carry Handgun Permit, so that she could legally carry a concealed handgun in public. Consistent with that, several of the security people that staffed the gate where the press gathered commented about her ability as a championship marksman with not only the handguns, but also with rifles and bow and arrow. She was portrayed as invincible.
Jerry also involved a colleague of his that was an ex-Navy Seal to help train Carrie, Marjorie, and me in scuba diving skills. Since it was summer, we used the in-ground pool in our backyard. As part of that, she was also seen at a great distance giving a lecture to the rest of us in the use of a spear gun. The briefing was again a set-up, especially when she fired the gun and the spear went through the seemingly thick straw archery target. Thus, she was deadly on the water, too.
Carrie also did a parachute jump in tandem at an airport out near Frederick, Maryland. As part of that adventure, she became enthralled with flying, and she signed up for flying lessons at the local airfield. She opted not to continue with the skydiving as a hobby, but the photo op went well.
What she did do was go to one of the gorges out in the western part of the state to do a bungee jump. The location was an ‘quarry gorge’ near Harpers Ferry, and all of us drove out one morning so Carrie could do the jump. She was having slight misgivings during the drive; however, the jump had been announced to the press as one more demonstration of her indefatigable set of skills and reputation. Nothing scared this woman; don’t take her on.
Carrie pulled it together and made the jump. Marjorie and I both closed out eyes until we heard everyone applauding and cheering about how well the jump had gone. All Carrie wanted to do afterwards was get the stuffing fucked out of by the two of us and Jerry.
Carrie spent some time with the police, and had fun for a couple of nights riding in one of the local squad cars. Fortunately, those were very quiet nights involving only a few minor traffic stops. Marjorie arranged for a photographer to accompany the princess, and then the pictures were leaked to the press with the captions, ’Princess helps police’ and ’Carrie and the Cops’.
We had many ideas to build-up Carrie as just shy of a superwoman that could fly and melt metal with a flash of her eyes. If we’d told some people she could do that, and move mountains and read minds, I believe a large segment of the population would have believed it.
Emma came over about three weeks after the kidnapping. By then, Carrie had achieved her super-hero status. When we met Emma’s flight at Dulles, people gave her a wide swath in the terminal, and obviously didn’t want to tangle with her. Many did wish her well, and thanked her for being on the side of ‘truth, justice, and the American way’ – right out of a Superman movie.
Emma stayed with us, and fell deeper and deeper into love with each of us. We had a lot of sex, and she was the instigator of most of the encounters, certainly with me. When Jerry was around, Emma also jumped his bones.
When my brother Doug heard that Emma was visiting, he invited himself to come and visit over the weekend between the two weeks she’d come for. The two of them barely left the bedroom, and then only to came out for meals and to have sex with someone else for the sake of variety – a value we were promoting just so we could see them a little.
Emma pleaded with us to let her stay and move in with us. Her request led to a series of discussions with her about our lifestyle and its implications, both short and long term. SShe’d become as much of a nymphomaniac as Carrie and Marjorie. Doug sat in and just listened to the debate.
I asked her, “Why do you want to be with us? Think deeply about what really appeals to you.”
Emma thought for a while and said, “Alright, let me try this. I feel in my heart that I love each of you, plus I love Jerry and Doug, too. When I say ‘love,’ I mean it in the true sense of the word; I have intense and deep affection – it’s hard to explain. I also have sexual feelings for each of you.
“When I’ve been home in the U.K., about all I can think about is each of you and how I want to be romantic with you and do things to please you sexually and any other way I can find. I almost want to be your submissive, and let you do anything to me, so long as you pay me some attention. I want to get to know you and how you think. I want to be able to anticipate your needs and thoughts, and I want you to feel that way about me.
“I like your lifestyle. I think royalty is a kind of yoke. Sure we carry the mantel of a long line of kings and queens, and princes and princesses, but so what? You’re all doing something constructive and contributing to society in a meaningful way, rather than just going around opening hospital wards and shaking hands.
“I like the way all your various personality traits blend together. I know you don’t always agree, but the way you work things out is awesome. I like how you think about spirituality, and the role it plays in your lovemaking. What’d you say to me last night, Jim, something about loving in the many dimensions of mind, body, and spirit?”