Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Chapter 4

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Britannia grunted, as that fucking machine reamed her out relentlessly.

That damned machine chugged along like an old steam engine train. Britannia writhed and struggled against her tight bondage, unable to do anything to escape her fate. Unable to pull herself off that double-dildo pounding her mercilessly.

Why does Chekov think this will make me fertile?

Did he really believe it? Or was it just a way to frustrate and befuddle her? If so, it was working splendidly. She just wanted to strangled him, and would if she ever escaped her bindings. Of course, sex was the perfect way to scrambled her emotions, and suppress her natural super powers in the process. Yet, it was unnecessary since they’d put a high tech null collar on her to cut her off her her super powers.

She’d spent a month in Chekov’s absolute power. And in the dark since she needed sunlight to recharge her super powers. Without time in the sun, Britannia’s super powers waned. But worst of all, while the human traffickers quickly separated her from her friends, Vanity, Opal, and Scream Queen, Chekov wasn’t joking when he said he wanted a child off her first. He’d fucked her five to ten times a day, every single day since her capture. And to “warm her up” they machine fucked her for a good hour before each session when time allowed.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!” she grunted, body jolted with every powerful thrust.

She wiggled and struggled against her bonds. Thick, padded leather cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles. She was held upright, legs spread wide and locked into place. Her arms lay at her sides, wrists bound to her upper thighs. A wide steel collar encircled her neck, holding her upright and stretched against the steel pole behind her. A ring-gag kept her mouth open, accessible. Nipple clamps with tiny silver bells hung off her achy nips. Britannia’s spectacular body glimmered in the dim light, coated with sweat from her ordeal.

A pair of redheaded, identical twins entered, stilettos clattering loudly on the tile flooring. Both were gorgeous, scantily clad in bikini’s. They smiled in unison, looked her up and down in unison, and then separated to stand to either side of the captive heroine.

“She looks primed and ready, Katie.”

“I agree, Sadie.”

Sadie placed a delicate hand on Britannia’s hip, leaned over in front of her, and extended an exquisitely manicured finger. She rubbed the blonde heroine’s clit quite vigorously, while that long, thick, black rubber dildo continued pumping into the captive beauty, and every so often Sadie flicked a hard black lacquered nail across it to make her grunt and jolt. Until…

“Aaaaggh!”

“Odd, our master swears she’s as English as they come, but I haven’t notice any trace of an English accent,” Katie said.

“Maybe English girls come in American like they sing in American,” Sadie said, shrugging.

Huffing and puffing, feeling so hot and flush, Britannia was thankful for the ring gag. It allowed her to breathe easier after climaxes, so sped up her recovery. As for the two bimbos’ inane conversation about her accent, Just remove this gag and I’ll give you an earful!

She swung her hips back and forth, forcing Sadie to pull back her violating finger. Then she glared daggers at the grinning redhead. Her twin giggled.

“Always thought the English were a lot friendlier,” Sadie said. “Here I am giving her a happy ending, and she just glares at me.”

“Maybe she’s Scottish. I hear the Scots are mean.”

“Who told you that?”

“An Englishman.”

They laughed, before Sadie turned off the fucking machine. The double-dildos slowly slid out of Britannia, and released one last hydraulic sigh and was inert. The twins immediately removed the nipple clamps, then dropped to their knees to released her ankles. Britannia tried to summon up the strength and physical control of her body to fight them the instant they released her legs, but that machine fucking session left her legs rubbery and weak. Not that she didn’t manage a little struggle, but they got her legs close enough together to locked a hobble chain around her ankles.

“She sure is strong,” Katie said.

“Duh, she’s a super blonde bimbo.”

“Emphasis on stupid.”

“I said super.”

“I know,” Katie said. She opened the steel collar around Britannia’s neck, staring tauntingly into the captive’s eyes. “I said what I said.”

“Huu isch,” Britannia replied.

“What did she say?” Katie asked.

“My gag speak is pretty good,” Sadie said. “That was, I think, ‘You bitch.’”

Britannia nodded, glaring at Katie. So Katie took a moment to rub one out on the troublesome heroine. In no time the hapless heroine’s already sexually charged body was buzzing. Fluttering. So hot and tingly. And she came like a boss.

“Aaagggh!”

“Sing to me, babygirl,” Katie purred, and rubbed out two more. “Did year her? Such projection. This bimbo could’ve been a pop star, but no, she had to become an annoying super bimbo.”

She forced two girl-cum drenched fingers through the ring gag and deep into Britannia’s mouth. The red-faced heroine had no choice but suck them clean. One of them rubbed a couple out and forced her to clean their fingers afterwards every single time.

While that was happening, Sadie went across the room and removed another null collar from the charger.

“We have to hurry. You’re little dalliance put us behind schedule,” Sadie said, replacing the null collar around the heroine’s neck. Then she attached a leash. “Boss man might spank us.”

“You think?” Katie asked, face lighting up.

Sadie nodded with excitement. “I do. I really do.”

Britannia wasn’t listening. Replacing the null collar was always an emotional slap in the face. It reminded her of her vulnerability, helplessness, and pathetic fate. Stripped of clothes, dignity, any hope. No “super” powers at all. No magic. No energy beams. Nothing.

Giving the leash a yank, Sadie started walking. Britannia had two choices: follow or be dragged by her neck. She’d tried both options before. Following was least distressful for her psyche and body, so she started after the redheaded handler. Taking baby steps, thanks to the hobble chain. But then, neither of the twins could walk quickly in their sky high, platform stilettos.

What they called the Training Room, and Britannia thought of as the Ravishing Room, was just three doors down that dark, gloomy corridor. Like her holding chamber, the walls, floor, and ceiling were all painted black. The queen-sized bed sat centered on the back wall, swathed in gold satin. Two spot lights lit the bed up brightly. Four cameras were trained on it at all times, recording every session from all angles.

Chekov came in behind them. He wore a black terrycloth robe, which he immediately removed. She regarded his large, powerful body with a mixture of dread and disgust. He was pasty white, but with lots of disturbing prison tattoos randomly around his body. Looked chaotic to her.

Sadie dragged Britannia up onto the bed, forcing her to kneel in the middle and await his pleasure. But first, Katie dropped to her knees and fluffed Chekov. Britannia was facing away, but knew one of the redheads always gave him a blowjob to get him rock hard. Soon, slurping and soft feminine moans reached her. Then the flatscreen above the bed, just feet before her, came on to a hellish scene. She grunted, averting her eyes.

Britannia had seen it all before. Her HM6 comrades, her good friends, were sprawled out in all of their naked glory. Usually surrounded by five or six men, each taking a turn on each of their orifices. Today her friends were strapped down backwards across bondage horses, wrists and ankles chained to the playstations’ legs. Vanity was in the middle, with Opal to one side and Scream Queen to the other. Three men — black, white, and Indian — were fucking them.

Her eyes locked on the Indian slaver. She’d noticed him every time. Joy filled his face as he thrust into Vanity’s ring-gagged mouth. His hands pinching, twisting, pulling the gorgeous vampire’s sensitive nipples. The poor thing writhed and bucked, but couldn’t do anything to stop him, much less save herself.

The man pulled out of the vamp’s mouth, and then stepped up onto a foot stool under her head. That had him standing on her long, silky hair. Britannia’s eyes widened when he plopped his dick between Vanity’s tits, smushed the tits around his cock, and started titty-fucking her.

Sadie started rubbing out another one while Britannia watched her beloved friends being treated so terribly. Just as badly as her. Well, worse, since she only had to have sex with Chekov due to his desire to get a baby off her. His hope was a girl child, with super powers, that he could raise to serve him as a loyal minion.

The Indian guy suddenly gasped, pulled out from between her tits, and jacked off all over Vanity’s tits, neck, and face. Just slathered her, before thrusting back into her mouth through the ring-gag. The poor undead heroine had to suck him clean, which only served to fluff him up as well. Yeah, they all took little blue pills before their sessions with the captured heroines. So he moved around her to thrust up into her hot, wet pussy.

That’s when Chekov crawled up behind Britannia. He wrapped her up in his thick, tattooed arms. His right hand dropped to start rubbing her slick pussy, while the left fondled her tits. Chekov nuzzled her right ear, tickling her and making her respond by wiggling.

“You’re in luck, Maddy,” he whispered, then stuck his hot, wet tongue into her ear.

She hated it when he called her by her real name, almost as much as when he kissed and nuzzled her. He really enjoyed her ears for some sick reason.

“We finally found buyers rich enough to pay for them, and pay for the amount of security they’ll need to hold such powerful naturally empowered super heroines. So this will be the last time you get to see them.”

Her hot, wet eyes snapped to the TV monitor. The last time? Sold? Would their new lives be better than what they endured now? It couldn’t be worse, right?

“Uggh, oowish,” she cried.

He chucked and started kissing up and down her neck and bare shoulder. Up on the TV, the big black guy was pounding into Scream Queen’s pussy like a man possessed. She screamed her orgasm through her ring gag. He started slapping her tits back and forth, until he suddenly pulled out and shot his load over her belly, up to her quivering tits.

The other two men laughed, with the white guy deep-throating Opal, his hairy nutsack slapping her across the eyes as he plowed into her. Like the black guy, he was slapping and fondling her tits at the same time. And then the Indian man became more frantic.

Oh no, not again, Britannia thought. The Indian guy pulled out to spew creamy white cum all over Vanity’s belly and loins. And then almost without pause, he shifted down and impaled her ass. Britannia grunted, because Chekov shoved his cock her up asshole at the same time.

“Ugggggh.”

His hips slapped hard and fast into Britannia’s sweat-soaked butt cheeks as he reamed her out like the human trafficking boss that he was. Just tore her up. It didn’t matter if he injured her, because she healed super fast. She could take any pounding he could dish out, easily.

I hate you so much, Chekov! she thought for the thousandth time.

Britannia jerked her wrists, bound to her upper thighs by short chains and cuffs. Her struggles only stoke Chekov’s libido. She understood that, but she couldn’t just accept her fate passively. She had to fight on the off-chance something she did worked.

She thrust her hips forward until she pulled off his invading cock. So Katie and Sadie crawled up to either side of her, shoved her hips back, and then forced her to bend at the waist until her head and shoulders were pressed down into the bed. That left her hips high, her pussy and butt hole exposed and ready to be exploited in the most wicked ways.

And Chekov was an expert at exploiting women’s bodies.

While the redheaded twins held her upper body down, Chekov grabbed her hips in a vicelike grip and slammed up into her hot, tight pussy. After all the machine fucking and lesbian masturbation, Britannia’s pussy was drenched and more than ready to receive him. His long, thick cock slid into her warm, velvety embrace with ease, stretching her out to the max. Felt too good. Better than it should, and she hated her body for that unwanted pleasure.

“I love making babies with you, Maddy.”

She closed her eyes and seethed. She hadn’t realized just how long it could take to be impregnated, but part of her wanted to deny him ever getting a child off her. Another part just wanted to give him his baby and be done with that sick bastard.

Chekov swatted her meaty right butt cheek. Thwack.

“Ugh.”

He swatted the left. Thwack!

Stop it, she shouted, but came out, “Haw ich!”

Britannia groaned. She moaned, while wiggling her butt. Felt so good. So natural. Yet, what he was doing to her was pure evil. Wicked, horrible, evilness. Yet, her body responded so well.

She felt every long, thick inch of him pistoning in and out. Driving her crazy. Soon, her head began to swoon with the intensity of it all. She panted quickly through the ring-gag, tongue coming out every so often. Katie pushed two fingers into her mouth, and she gratefully sucked on them. Something for her mouth to do, something to help her concentrate on other than what Chekov was doing to her.

Soon, every thrust rang like a bell throughout her shapely, oversexed body. She bucked and writhed, crying out softly as he pushed her closer and closer. For some reason, the big moron thought a climax instantly made her more fertile. He had a lot of weird beliefs, but that meant he actually put effort into making her climax. Getting a happy ending wasn’t the worst thing.

She cut her eyes up at the wall-mounted TV. It was zoomed in on the Indian guy’s fat cock thrusting over and over into Vanity’s ring-gagged mouth. Cum dribbling down her face and into her long hair. Lovely eyes glazed over. All hope gone.

Tears welled up. Not for herself, but for her friends. They were just as lost, debased, and demeaned. Human property. Just fuck meat for evil men and women.

She sucked on Katie’s fingers, feeling her body finally change. That surge to climax started, even as Chekov’s thrusting action intensified, became more frantic. They were both about to come. She closed her eyes and stopped fighting it. Just let the inevitable happen, and then her insides erupted.

“Aaaagggh!”

“Yes!” he cried. “At the same time. I bet your pregnant now, whore!”