Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 60) (Patreon)

Chapter 60

Silver Angel pulled into the abandoned warehouse just a few blocks from Sugar Town. She parked behind an old, battered Ford sedan. Leaving the headlights on, she opened the Ford’s trunk and started stripping out of her costume.

First off was the mask. It was the most uncomfortable piece of her costume. Since her secret identity had been exposed by Mistress Patriot she didn’t really need to continue wearing it. Yet, it did give her a measure of peace and comfort while in costume. Next, she peeled off the bright white opera gloves. Then she removed her power belt, closing her eyes as her insides tingled with the fading of her super powers.

“I already miss them.”

Unzipping her white corset, she carefully folded it and place it into an open gym bag in the trunk. Next, she wiggled her well-rounded hips as she pushed her skimpy white thong bottoms down and then slipped them down long, thigh booted legs, and placed the thong atop the corset. Then she removed her choker, placing it next to the thong. Finally, looking at the filthy concrete floor, she unzipped and removed her thigh boots.

“I am Annette,” she announced, feeling her mind and body change in subtle ways back to her other persona. It was purely mental. No physical change was made by saying it. “Now for the real challenge.”

She opened another gym bag and pulled out a pair of black patent Christian Louboutin pumps. Those went on her feet immediately to get her feet off the dirty floor. Then, she pulled out the first black hose. Slipping her foot out of the right shoe, and leaning back against the car, she pulled that nylon hose up her long leg, smoothed it with a perfectly manicured hand, and then slipped the foot back into the shoe. Then she put on the other hose, before putting a lacy black garter belt around her waist. Four garters dropped down that she attached to the hose, leaving everything nice and snug over her hips and butt.

Annette paused, fingertips stroking her hot, wet folds. Her pussy was already throbbing with achy need. Yeah, her mind was distressed by what she had to do to survive, but her body was preparing itself for what was to come.

“A girl has to sleep somewhere,” she muttered. She had very little cash, and any use of her cards would alert Mistress Patriot to her location and movements. Other evil men might also be trying to find her. All of Silver Angel’s enemies were now Annette’s foes as well. “I lost my daughter to Mistress Patriot, and have failed to save her ever since. Considering what she’s going through every day as a bondage sex slave, I still live a charmed life.”

Shame and guilt almost overwhelmed her. It left her shaking, panting, her arms hugging her nude body. Then she shook herself out of that depression fueled daze, pulling out a bright red tube dress. Super thin and stretchy, it sheathed her spectacular body like a second skin. No bra. No panties. Just that garter belt which stood out like her well-defined abs and perk nipples. It left nothing to the imagination.

“Fuck me pumps and a fuck me dress,” she muttered. “Just fuck me.”

Pulling her purse out, she slammed the trunk closed. Then she got behind the wheel a moment before the Silver Mobile’s headlights automatically shut off. Yeah, she had it timed to the second. A lot of practice of late. That also included what she had to do next.

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to survive.”

Annette pulled out of the warehouse, closed the bay door, and then drove over to Lower Saxony. Far from anywhere her enemies expected a rich white woman to go. She went to the heart of Grimme City’s most notorious ghetto. She parked two blocks short of the Lower Saxony red light district, but close enough to see the bright lights and debauchery on parade. So many cars and men looking for love in the wrong place.

The tall, busty blonde made for the Lower Saxony Bar and Grill. Fancy name for a dive bar. Hell, there was a cheap, very seedy motel across the street. She cast a glance at the motel. It was the most likely place she would spend the night, underneath some unworthy bastard of a man. And, to her distress, it wouldn’t be the first time in that very motel in the three weeks since her secret was revealed. Three long weeks for her daughter in sexual slavery.

She paused at the door, sucked in a deep breath, and steeled herself. Then plastering on a serene, unconcerned smile, Annette pushed into the bar. A dozen grim, dark faces turned to look her over. Predatory gazes. Hungry eyes. Every one of them evaluated her, deciding on their chances of bagging that hot white woman. But she knew that low social status pretty much ensured none of them knew who she was, even if they’d heard of her downfall.

The busty blonde headed straight to the center of the bar. Only one old man sat at the bar, the rest scattered around at the tables and booths. She sat alone, waiting for her next lover to make his move. Waited for someone to buy her enough drinks to help her go with him across the street and do the nastiest things in bed. All for a place to sleep, and a shower in the morning.

My life nowadays, she thought bitterly. My life on the lam.

She should leave the city and move halfway across the country. Maybe move out of the country, but she couldn’t. Not until her daughter was freed from Mistress Patriot’s insidious bondage. Annette, and Silver Angel, had to endure any and all setbacks, indignities, and humiliations until she rescued Autumn. There was no other option, not even to save herself.

Annette ordered a mixed drink, took a sip, and looked around the bar. Her eyes immediately locked with the eyes of another patron. Her breath whooshed out. She knew him, too well. Craig Alderman was a massively built street thug. Muscle for hire. Just scum of the earth. She suspected he was a sociopath, without an empathic bone in his body. He would beatdown his own mother for a dollar.

That gaze didn’t just jolt her. It knocked her breath out. Left her mind reeling. All of her survival instincts screamed for her to run. Yet, her pussy throbbed. Just ached with hot, wet need. If she’d put on panties, they’d be soaked.

Craig drained his mug, stood up, as he stared at her with predatory brown eyes. She couldn’t breathe, or look away. Annette started to pant when he headed towards her. Did he recognize her? As Silver Angel, she’d fought him, arrested him, multiple times. He would have good reason to hurt her, and she was without super powers. She had no defense against any attack.

Dammit, I should’ve gone out to the suburbs.

Yet… The six foot five, massively built African-American called to her. He had a brutal reputation with women. Treated them like dirt. Abused them. Beat them. And those were the women he supposedly loved. How would he treat her in bed? Not well, that was for sure.

Exactly what I deserve, she thought. Hurt me, Craig.

“Ain’t never seen you here before,” Craig said.

What a pickup line. The man needed work on his social skills. But that wasn’t why she was there. He offered what she wanted, what she really needed. A place to sleep, and punishment for her many, unforgivable failures. Only question was if she’d have to “misbehave” to make him actually punish her like she deserved.

“Heey,” she said breathlessly. It wasn’t an act. Annette truly struggled to breathe and speak. Her belly started to tremble. “I’m Anna.”

“Craig,” he said, reaching out to rub silky, golden tresses between his fingers. “You’re very beautiful, Anna. What’s a hot chick like you doing at a place like this?”

“Hot chick like me?”

“White woman. You look like a MILF on the prowl. A cougar, maybe,” he said, then grinned. “I like hunting cougars. Older women have lots of good experience.” He leaned in closer. “What’s the deal? Husband can’t satisfy you?”

“Divorced,” she lied. “A woman has needs.”

A huge hand went around her waist, then pulled her off the stool. Annette quickly grabbed her drink, drained the glass. Almost the entire drink. Oh, she felt it right away. That bartender did not water anything down. Not for her, at least. A good man. So she put a five dollar tip down before turning back to Craig.

She hesitated, then rose up on her toes and kissed him. Just a quick peck. She had a feeling that could be the only kiss that night.

“I’m ready.”

“You don’t want to talk first,” he asked, looking amused.

“I have girlfriends for that,” she said. “I want you for a more basic need.”

He didn’t recognize her as Silver Angel’s alter ego, and she wanted to keep him distracted so he didn’t have a chance to think about it. Best he remained clueless.

Craig didn’t disappoint. He copped a feel of her tits, with both hands, before his right grabbed her butt. And that’s how he ushered her out of the bar and across the street. He quickly rented a room, and off they went. It wasn’t her first time at that motel in the last three weeks, and it was the second time in Room 6. Ground floor. Attached bathroom, with a shower tub combo. Queen-sized bed. TV with porn in case her lover needed some help.

“Do me a favor,” she said, stopping at the foot of the bed and facing him. Annette threw her arms over his shoulders, rose up and kissed him long and deep. His hands boldly roamed her body. Then she stared up into his eyes. “Do me a favor, Craig. Fuck me long and hard. No mercy. No compassion. Just raw dog fuck me stupid. Fuck me like the nasty little bitch that I am.”

His dark eyes flash with wicked glee. Craig never said a word. He yanked her stretchy tube dress down to her waist, releasing her large, firm tits to jounce before his devouring eyes. She was shoved back against the wall, his hands and face all over her boobs. Annette gasped and writhed, head rocking back and forth as all the feels filled her up, consumed her. Her body tingled inside and out, self-loathing spiking as he dug two fingers up into her butt hole.

“Yes. Yes,” she gasped, reaching down to yank her dress up over her hips, exposing her pussy. Then she reached back and patted her butt. “Fuck me there first. Hurt me. Please, I deserve to be hurt.”

“You’re a fucking freak.”

She kissed him, slipping him tongue. They made out a long time, while he finger fucked her with two, then three fingers. Then Craig flipped her around to face the wall, and shoved her hard against it. He dropped his pants, pressed up behind her, and slowly penetrated her ass.

“Aaaaiiiieeee,” she cried softly, hating and loving it at the same time. “Yes. Yes, that hurts so good. Fuck me, Craig. Fuck me.”

And he did. For the next five to ten minutes, that big evil thug owned her body. He slammed into her ass like a wild man, so much pain and pleasure. Just drove her crazy. Annette clawed at the wall, body completely tensed up and bowed back. She sucked on his thumb when he pushed it into her mouth. All while his free hand roughly fondled her sensitive tits, sending pain spiraling into her even as his cock delivered the opposite.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed when he forced her to climax. And come hard, too.

Craig immediately pulled out of her ass, turned her around, and pushed down. She dropped her knees before him, that massively large black cock bobbing in her face. It looked so wet and nasty. So long and thick. And then he palmed the back of her head, pressed his crown to her trembling lips, and penetrated. Annette’s little brain stirred. That pulled her out of basking in the afterglow.

“Suck it, you whore MILF,” he commanded. “Suck my ass nasty cock.”

Her eyes rounded. Not what she wanted! Not what she expected. But… Was it what she deserved?

Pathetic little sounds bubbling out, Annette closed her eyes and went down on him. She bobbed up and down his shaft, taking him back to the edge of her gag reflex. Then she pulled back and gave him intense head, before pulling off to lick her way down and all around his nasty dick. The thirty-eight year old blonde licked his sweaty balls, nibbled on his sack, and then worked her way back up to go down on him again.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned when he flooded her mouth with cum. “Mmmm.”

“What a nasty MILF,” he sneered.

Craig grabbed a painful fist of hair, forcing her to crawl to the bed. He sat, pulled her across his lap, and SPANKED her. Not a sexy little spanking, with just a little sting. That wicked thug gave her a sound spanking, making her scream and cry, kicking her stiletto-heeled feet in the air. And it lasted forever and a day before he stopped.

Annette was forced to crawl up to the middle of the bed, where he came up behind her. Craig grabbed her hips in both hands, and thrust up into her pussy.

“Ugggh!” she gasped, feeling him stretch her tight little hole out. Fortunately, she was so aroused her love canal was thoroughly drenched. He sheathed in that first thrust, size not an issue. “Oooh, Craig. Yes. Yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”

His hands slipped up to reach around and fondle her dangling tits a moment. Felt so nice. But then he moved his hands to her shoulder, before his hands wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Squeezed a little too hard, making it hard to breathe. Making darkness start to creep in around the edges.

He choked and fucked her until he came with a loud grunt. Forced her to climax multiple times. Then he released her neck, and started spanking her again.