Liberty Defeated Trilogy Part 2: Milked (Patreon)

“LET ME GO, YOU FAGGOTS!!!”

Liberty had woken up. She didn’t know where she was or how long had she been knocked out. The buxom blonde vigilante was bent over prone on top of a wooden platform attached to a cinderblock wall, her head and wrists locked into a wooden stock. Liberty was completely naked and barefoot, her trademark knuckle dusters were gone and her enormous tits dangled like twin wrecking balls. Her body was battered and bruised, marked with discoloration where Crusher struck her. She struggled against her bonds, but she was too weak. Liberty recounted that she was defeated in battle and beaten to an inch of her life by Crusher Mayhem. The vicious warrior attacked her with an unrelenting flurry of kicks. Liberty remembered screaming until those titanic blows rendered her unconscious.

The gang who had originally hired Crusher paid him a small fortune to to see the sexy vigilante finally humbled and defeated. The unconscious vigilante was taken to a special hidden dungeon underneath Century City. That same gang gathered before the beaten girl and then formed a line to hungrily drink milk from Liberty’s swollen tits. It might as well have been a party. The naked teenage girl shook with fury and rage, her gigantic wobbling tits swaying viciously as she strained to break the wooden stock that held her captive. Liberty tried to summon the Chi to use her fiery Liberty Buster special move to shatter her bonds. But it was of no use. Her wrists were bound and she was far too weak from the extreme beating from earlier. She screamed obscenities at her vile captors.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” One of the gang members shot back. “You beat the shit out of a lot of friends of mine over the years! This is payback!”

“Lookit the size of these things!” One of the thugs defiantly grabbed one of Liberty’s huge, pendulous tits and started sucking on it, gulping down the milk.

Liberty roared at him. “YOU CHICKENSHIT MOTHERFUCKER!!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Wiping the milk from his mouth, the thug laughed, “Drink up boys, this milk is good shit!”

“YOU FUCKERS! I SWEAR, I’LL FIND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!!!”

The crowd of villains laughed in amusement at the captured vigilante’s empty threats and swears, as the next degenerate in line grabbed a breast to suck from.

Crusher stood by the wooden platform with his massive arms folded and red eyes blazing with dark Chi, as if he were an imposing bouncer. He ensured that Liberty’s many enemies didn’t rush the stage in an attempt to assault their hated enemy.

One crook was enboldened. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his nasty penis. “Suck my dick, you nasty black bitch!” However, as bold as he was, he did not dare to make a move against Liberty or he risked Crusher’s wrath. “Fuckin’ skank ass whore!”

“Her pussy must be nice and tight!” a criminal thought aloud. “Yeah, why ain’t we all up there fuckin’ the shit outta her?”

“As we agreed, she is MY trophy.” Crusher ominously answered. “Her fate is for ME to decide.”

“Carnal pleasures do not motivate me. Only challenge.”

The fact that Liberty had survived his relentless onslaught proved that she was much stronger than his usual opponents. Strong, yet unsatisfying. The girl was talented in her martial arts prowess and skill, but she hadn’t reached his advanced level of skill. Yet.

“Humiliation will either drive the girl to become stronger - to challenge me again - or it will break her!”

Crusher pulled out a cellphone from his shorts. Liberty’s cellphone.

Liberty froze in horror.

She kept her cellphone hidden within her lovely brown pussy. She pulled it out of her vagina to call the police after beating her adversaries. Crusher must have searched her completely while unconscious. Including each and every orifice.

The monstrous kick boxer checked the recent calls and focused on the number that tried reaching Liberty many times while she was unconscious.

Calvin.

Her sidekick.

Her lover.

He grabbed Liberty roughly by the hair and the giant commanded, “Who is this?”

Liberty spat dead in Crusher’s face with a savage curse. “Fuck you.”

Impassively, Crusher handed the phone over to an underling.

“Track that number.”

Liberty let out a primal scream as the sniveling underling hurriedly left the chamber to trace the call. The man she loved was now in mortal danger. The very last thing she saw was Crusher Mayhem’s massive form unleashing a powerful roundhouse kick to her screaming shackled head. The impact from the kick boxer’s elephantine leg was so powerful that Liberty’s bonds splintered instantly as the buxom blonde vigilante was smashed out of her bonds and crashed through the cinderblock wall behind her…

…as the dust and debris fell over her, all went black.