Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

Chapter 11

Britannia followed Ms Patriot from high above. The American heroine parked in a dark alley at the edge of the neon lit red light district. So brightly lit, too. She marveled at all the neon. So much of it flashing. Scores of pretty young things in short skirts and high heels sauntered along the streets, calling out to and motioning to men in cars. Even more men were on the sidewalks, though most of them appeared to have a destination in mind. She watched them enter brothels, strip clubs, and peep shows. Some even hired streetwalkers before vanishing inside hooker hotels. So many hooker hotels, too.

Ms Patriot strode up a sidewalk, scattering hookers, pimps, and drug pushers as she went. Britannia watched her a moment, smiling and shaking her head. That showed just how much the street people both feared and respected her strength and determination. But then two very large men stepped out of the shadows to challenge her passage.

Britannia tensed, starting to drop down behind the pair of street thugs. But Ms Patriot flashed a bright smile at them as she struck a sassy pose. She said something to them, but must not have cared for their answer. In a flash, she lashed out with savage kicks, fists, and elbows. Both men were unconscious and bleeding on the ground before Britannia made it halfway down. And the American heroine gave her the thumbs up and continued up the street.

Flying higher, she began her search for Chekov’s van in earnest. There were several minivans, and a trio of larger utility vans with no windows in back. Two of the latter were plumbing company vans, the other just a plain white van. So she flew ahead of it, pulled out her phone, and tapped on the camera. Then she zoomed in on the driver through the windshield. And smiled.

“Brilliant!” she cried. “Or as you Americans would say, Bingo.”

“Bingo?” Ms Patriot replied over their open line.

“At least two Russians are riding around the Sugar Town district in a white van.”

“What street are they on?”

“How should I know that?”

“My bad. Where are they in relation to my location?”

“Two blocks up, and one to the right,” she said. Then the van turned into an alley and stopped. “They just parked behind… Wait a sec.” She flew around to the front. “They are parked behind the Crazy Sexy brothel.”

“On the way.”

Britannia stayed high above, lost in the night sky. She watched four men get out of the van, while leaving the driver behind the wheel. None of them were Chekov. The leader was Mikhail Popov, who strode right out onto the sidewalk and approached a hooker. She was a pretty Asian. Her diminutive stature made Britannia think Vietnamese. He chatted her up, handed over some money, and led her back into the alley. His men immediately jumped that poor girl, spraying something in her face that made her convulse and buck wildly. They laughed as they bound her hand and foot, and then forced a ball-gag into her mouth.

In no time she vanished inside the van.

Mikhail then got back into the passenger seat as the others piled in through the sliding side door.

“They just grabbed a hooker, gassed her, and are about to leave.”

“Can you stop them?” Ms Patriot said, sounding like she was running.

“You don’t want to follow them back to their hideout?”

“Absolutely not. I know what they will do to the poor girl they grabbed while on the road, and then afterwards.”

Britannia nodded. Good point. Her thoughts returned to that fateful night when Chekov captured her and her friends. He and five other men had their way with her body while on the road to their hideout. They had to be stopped immediately. So she started dropping under power.

“Consider it done.”

Britannia dropped to the ground on the right side of the van, which was the side closest to a wall. That gave her room on the other side for what she planned. Reaching down as she heard the driver put it into gear, she grabbed it and… Flipped the van over on it’s side. Sealing the side door as she did so. Then she hopped up on top and waited for Mikhail to foolishly open the driver’s door.

She smiled to hear the male cries of alarm and rage within. Sounded like pure chaos. And that’s when Ms Patriot arrived, looking fresh and eager to fight even after running three full blocks in heels. Got to love super heroines.

To her chagrin, the van’s back doors opened. Surprised her, but not Ms Patriot. The raven-maned beauty clocked the first slaver to stumble out, before kicking the next straight back inside. She shook her head and laughed. Yeah, she was having fun. Britannia started to jump down and join in the fun when she heard someone trying to open the driver’s door. He struggled to push it open, while standing too low within. So she flung it up and drove a stiletto heel straight down into Mikhail’s forehead.

Didn’t knock him out. She heard him cursing in Russian. Kinda of glad she didn’t speak the language. It sounded filthy.

“We need to get that poor girl out of there and…” Ms Patriot called up to her. That’s when Mikhail came charging out at her. He tackled her around the waist. “Oooff!”

Britannia cringed when she saw how hard her friend’s head bounced off the concrete. The Russian slaver started pounding his fists into her face, boobs, and ribs. She thought Ms Patriot down for the count, but she surprised everyone by pulling her knees up, forcing her feet against his belly, and then KICKING HIM up atop the van.

The blonde jumped back, but then stepped forward to pound an uppercut to his chin as he stood. Mikhail landed at Ms Patriot’s feet, unconscious and spread eagle. Then the other heroine did something odd, reaching down to touch the sole of one of Mikhail’s shoes. She stood up and the heroine winked at her before three slavers charged out of the van. The driver came at Britannia from behind before she could jump down to help.

A SUV skidded to a stop to block the alley. Her eyes locked on Chekov riding in the passenger seat and looking furious. Then he pulled on a gas mask, rolled down his window, and tossed a canister. It exploded, showing it was a gas grenade. Only, Ms Patriot cried out in shock and alarm, dropped to her knees, and screamed in ecstasy.

“Bliss!” Britannia cried when the faintest scent of roses reached her.

Ms Patriot was already lost in that super-powered aphrodisiac. And so were the slavers attacking her. Indeed, the men stopped attacking, and then she flung herself into their arms. Her top was gone in a flash, ripped off by a lustful Russian. At that time, Chekov and two others got out of the SUV, all wearing gas masks.

The driver caught her distracted, wrapping her up in his arms and leaning back so her feet came off the ground. The fool.

“Fuck me!” Britannia cried, sucked in a deep breath and held it.

She flew straight up. He released her before she got too high, tumbling back to crash atop the overturned van. Then the English heroine swooped down to Ms Patriot — who was being fondled, manhandled, and groped — kicked the men away, and then swept her friend up in her arms. Then she flew straight up and away. Headed north toward Jade Manor before she released her breath and breathed normally again.

Except… Ms Patriot reeked of Bliss. It filled her nostrils, overwhelming the blonde’s senses, blasting her libido.

“Aaaagh,” she cried, climaxing and almost dropping her friend.

 Britannia dropped to the ground, in the middle of a night-dark park. She noticed dim light and shadowy shapes, but too late. Her eyes swept the scene. Young men. Early twenties. Two metal beer kegs. She landed within their midsts.

“Fucking A, dudes,” someone shouted. “Fucking pussy falling from Heaven.”

Ms Patriot turned on her as soon as they landed, claiming her lips in an intense, needy kiss. They just melted together, falling to their knees as they ripped each other’s clothes off. Lost in Bliss love, need, and desperation for any touch and pleasure. At the same time, both beauties climaxed multiple times, while panting and gasping and clutching at each other desperately.

 “Best kegger ever!” a young man shouted. “Frat brothers for life!”

Countless large male hands began roaming their writhing bodies, grabbing, caressing, squeezing. Britannia was pulled away from Ms Patriot, a tiny whimper escaping her full red lips. Her friend turned to the boys and started giving even better than she was getting. Very enthusiastically playing with the frat boys.

Britannia had a moment of loss and regret at losing Ms Patriot to the frat boys, but then all those hands fondling her shapely body really registered. Whoever was pinching and pulling her nipples was the best. Loved him so much. He was sending the most erotic, bestest sensation rippling through her already overheated body.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when someone claimed her lips. She slipped him tongue, and they both moaned. “Mmmm.”

Two fingers wiggled up inside her butt, making her back bow. Meanwhile, three hands attacked her cunny. One hand rubbed her clit quite vigorously, while the other two came at her cunt from different sides, each forcing two fingers deep inside her. That’s when her limited brain power realized she was already drenched, just sopping wet down there.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” she begged as soon as her lips were released. “I need dick inside me now.”

“Is this really a super heroine?”

“Yeah, man, haven’t you heard?” another said. She could hear his smile. “Super heroines are all sexually repressed whores who go crazy on any guy who can take them.”

“Fuck yeah, man.”

The men masturbating her sex quickly sorted themselves out. Two of them grabbed her legs, spreading them wide as they lifted her lower body up and parallel to the ground. The third guy dropped his trousers and pressed up between her quivering thighs. He ran his hand all over her hips, butt, and thighs, before guiding his dick into her cunny.

“Ugggh. Ooooooo, yes. Yes. YES!”

“Told you. She’s a super nympho.”

“A super freak.”

They laughed. Britannia bit her lip, eyes rolling up as she bucked and writhed. All she cared about was that cock slamming into her so hard and fast. But not hard and fast enough.

“Faster!” she cried. “Harder! Fuck. Me. HARDER!”

Ms Patriot screamed in orgasm a few feet away. “Aaaaaggh! Yes. Do it again! Please, do me again.”

Britannia’s upper body was lowered to the same level as the man fucking her. Her head lolled straight back, long blonde hair hanging and sweeping across the ground. Someone grabbed the back of her neck, moving her face into the right angle, and then he thrust into her mouth.

“Mmmmmmgh.”

First stroke went all the way to the back of her tongue. Unexpected, so she gagged and hacked. He tried again, and again, and after the fifth thrust Britannia was able to take him down her throat without gagging. And then those two drunk frat boys spit-roasted her through five orgasms. Big, powerful, beautiful climaxes. Just the best. And then they both came at the same time, pumping cum down her throat and deep into her womb.

“Ooh, baby,” she purred. “Do it again. Please, don’t stop. Do it again.”

“Hey, dude, dude, dude!” someone off to the side shouted. “Bring that blonde ho over here.”

Britannia’s feet were dropped, upper body lifted, until she stood straight, but unsteady on rubbery knees as her belly still quivered and quaked in the afterglow. Head spinning, she was turned and frat boys took firm hold of her arms to lead her a dozen feet over.

Ms Patriot knelt on the ground, face slathered with viscous cum. Mouth open, tongue out, eyes rolled up and glazed over. The English heroine was forced to her knees facing her friend. While the lighting remained dim, she noticed more cum in Ms Patriot’s hair, drooling down her neck and all over her tits. A small puddle was still forming between her legs.

She smiled at her friend. “Hi.”

Ms Patriot’s eyes came down to lock with hers, and she smiled big and bright.

“Britannia. My love. You are so beautiful.”

“You two start kissing,” a frat boy demanded. “Give us a lezzie sex show.”

Neither bliss-out beauties hesitated. Their heads tilted, moved together, and then they sank into a deep, open-mouth kiss as their gloved hands came up to fondle each other’s tits. They made out like star-crossed lovers for the longest time, but all good things ended.

Frat boys moved up behind them both. They slowly, carefully mounted both women’s butts. Sodomized the two heroines as the girls continued to make out, moaning and groaning even louder now. Soon, the boys were humping away on the super girls. Then Britannia started licking the cum off Ms Patriot’s face, working her way down.

“Best kegger ever!”