Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 16) (Patreon)

Chapter 16

Pain. In her shoulders and jaw. Ms Patriot’s baby blues fluttered open to bright lights. Spotlights, and then she noticed mounted cameras. Professional grade cameras used for live shots in the field by TV reporters. The type cameras used to film porn movies.

The reason for her pain and extreme discomfort registered next. First, she hung by her wrists in front of those cameras. Arms spread wide, her stiletto-heeled feet barely touching the floor. Second, a ball-gagged was strapped into her mouth holding her jaw open too wide for too long. Drool was already oozing out around it, sliding down her chin to hang in a long rope before splattering into her deep cleavage.

“Mmmmgh,” a soft, feminine voice moaned to her right.

Ms Patriot looked over to find her friend Britannia hanging in the same unfortunate manner. Both of them were still in full costume, which shocked the veteran heroine. Bad guys all wanted to get them out of their costumes so much. Then she looked back into the unblinking eyes of the cameras arrayed before them.

Oh, they have sinister plans.

And then men began filing into the room. Twenty. The whole damned gang was there. All wore terrycloth robes and colorful ski masks to hide their faces. All large and muscular, covered in tattoos, and showing their arrogant criminal attitudes. Ms Patriot knew half of them were Russians, the others local members of the human trafficking gang. The locals were the men that kidnapped and sold Patriot Girl into sex slavery.

They were accompanied by two uber hot red heads in black bikini’s and black patent thigh boots. One had her long red hair up in a bun, the other had pulled hers back in a high pony.

Sadie and Katie Wells, she thought.

The Wells Twins were well-known as the reigning queens of Lower Saxony prostitution. They owned a brothel there, and worked the floor just like their girls. Or they did until it burned down eight months back. The twins had vanished after that. Now she’d found them with the Russian slavers. Were they sex slaves cooperating with their enslavers? Or did they voluntarily join forces?

The men formed a line behind the cameras, but Katie strutted up to Britannia, Sadie to Ms Patriot. The Twins grabbed the captured heroine’s by the hair, yanking their heads up and back, showing their distressed faces to the cameras.

“Welcome ladies and mostly gentlemen to another livestream BDSM sex show,” Katie said, projecting her deep, rich voice.

“My sexy sister and I will be the Mistresses of Ceremony tonight, guiding the sex play with Grimme City’s own premier super heroine, Ms Fucking Patriot her own fine self,” Sadie said, while reaching over to cop a feel and shake a heavy tit.

“And Great Britain’s very own beloved Britannia,” Katie finished, fondling the blonde’s tits.

As one, the Twins yanked the helpless heroine’s costumes down to make large, firm boobs bounce and jostle free for one and all to see. Ms Patriot stared into the closest camera, face heating up as she imagined sick pervs whacking off on their keyboards. Then Sadie claimed her full attention when she lowered her face and started suckling a swollen, pebbled nipple.

Katie did the same to Britannia, before the Twins rubbed the bound heroines’ spittle all over their tits to make them nice and shiny. Katie then removed Britannia’s bodysuit, while Sadie pulled off Ms Patriot’s corset with a flourish. After she pulled the blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms down and off, Sadie strutted around the heroines like a prize fight ring girl waving the stolen costume above her head.

The redheads then open-hand spanked the two super heroines on that livestream. It proved more humiliating than painful. At least at first. Soon, the pain spiked and became unbearable. The heroines were spanked until their bottoms were bright red and tears streaked their faces.

“What a beautiful sight,” Sadie crowed. “Well-spanked super heroines crying like little babies.”

The redheads walked to opposite walls, their heels clattering in the relative silence. They opened boxes, and then returned with pregnancy tests.

Katie held hers in front of Britannia’s incredulous face, then slanted a mischievous smile back at the camera.

“Did you see Brit’s reaction? Does she know all the sound fuckings from the last month had quickened her?” Katie teased the camera. “Let’s find out!”

Both women moved the pregnancy piss tests between the heroine’s legs. Ms Patriot, then Britannia, adamantly shook their heads. Refusing to cooperate. So Sadie smiled, wagging her brows at the camera.

“Looks like these two are being naughty,” she teased in a baby girl voice. Then her face turned cruel. “So I guess we will have to WHIP them until they piss themselves.”

Ms Patriot glanced at Britannia, who looked back at her with horrified eyes. Looks of defeat spread across their faces, and then Ms Patriot’s head hung low as she released her bladder. Hot, steaming urine streamed out and all over the pregnancy tester. Britannia did the same.

Why fight them on this little made up drama?

After setting the test sticks aside, the Twins pressed up close and personal to their heroine of choice. Delicate, feminine hands roamed spectacularly curved super heroine bodies. Touched, stroked, caressed, and rubbed the bound women just right. Soon, both Ms Patriot and Britannia were gasping, writhing, wiggling like crazy. Katie smothered Britannia’s boobs with kisses, before kissing and nibbling her way down a taut belly, and burying her face up between the blonde’s legs.

“Mmmmm,” Britannia groaned when Katie started eating her out.

At the same time, Sadie raked long red nails across Ms Patriot’s satiny smooth skin, kissing and nibbling her way down the Grimme City heroine’s back. Once on her knees behind the heroine, the redhead kissed, fondled, and motorboated the raven-haired beauty’s meaty butt cheeks. And finally, she pushed her face up into Ms Patriot’s butt crack and started licking her butt hole.

Baby blues rounded. Her breath caught when Sadie’s strong tongue penetrated.

“Mmmm,” Sadie moaned. She pulled back and slanted a wicked look at a camera. “Look at me eating the devil’s chocolate out of this Paladin of Justice’s ass.”

The slavers laughed at that. Sadie returned to eating ass, while one of her hands finger fucked Ms Patriot’s pussy, and the other rubbed the hapless heroine’s clit. Yet, even with all that intense stimulation, it was Britannia who climaxed first.

“Hmmmmggh!” the blonde screamed around her ball-gag.

Hearing her friend come so hard did something to Ms Patriot. Her insides melted into a fluttery hot mess, and that rise to climax began. She tried to fight it. Tried so hard to keep that happy ending at bay. But it just made it more and more intense, more demanding, and finally unstoppable.

“Aaaggggh!” she screamed when her insides erupted. Wonderful orgasm pulsed throughout her shapely body, making her buck, moan, and groan. “Oooooooooooo.”

The Twins stood up and picked up the still wet pregnancy tests. Sadie stepped before Ms Patriot. She pouted pretty for the camera, holding the negative test out.

“Oh poop. I guess we’ll have to try harder.”

Katie strutted up beside Britannia, pouting. But then it turned into a big smile and she giggled.

“Britannia is preggers! Yay!”

Ms Patriot’s breath caught. Britannia looked stunned, dazed even. Chekov was going to get that baby off her after all. A sick win for the bad guys.

One of the masked men shed his robe and strode up to Britannia. Ms Patriot realized it was Chekov, recognizing his tattoos. He yanked the ball gag out of the blonde’s mouth to hang around her neck. Chekov claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left the British beauty dazed.

“Congratulations, my little baby mummy,” he taunted. “This will be the first of our super-powered daughters.” Then he turned to the other men. “That means my seed is sewn, so you can now enjoy every orifice of her body.”

To Ms Patriot’s surprise, Chekov strode around behind HER. The other slavers divided up ten to a heroine, and crowded around them to fondle and molest on camera. Chekov fingered her butt hole nice and loose, and then mounted.

“Ugggh.”

That’s when Mikhail moved up before the raven-maned beauty, grinned behind his ski mask, and started playing with her tits. After a few minutes of Chekov butt humping her, Mikhail grabbed her hips and mounted her pussy. Double penetrated her. On camera. During a livestream sex show.

She looked over to Britannia, finding her in the same predicament. Masked slavers were double-penetrating her, too. The blonde’s eyes had rolled up, head lolling around. She watched as the other heroine’s long legs came up and wrapped around the man fucking her pussy.

Ms Patriot’s already climaxed body changed at that point, melting even further as that rush to climax claimed her. She bucked, moaned, and groaned. Her tongue pushed at that hated ball-gag to no avail. Chekov’s hands roughly molested her tits while his hips slapped into her butt faster and faster. Mikhail became frantic. All three groaned as first Mikhail, then Chekov, and finally Ms Patriot climaxed.

The two senior human traffickers slowly pulled out, followed by the flow of their seed splattering between her booted feet. Then Sadie came up, dropped to her knees, and slowly unzipped Ms Patriot’s thigh boots. She slipped them off her feet, leaned over and kissed each foot, and then took the boots away.

The heroine squirmed and looked around in alarm. She felt so vulnerable without her boots. Not sure why, but it had to mean something that they removed them. And then Chekov pressed up behind her. He reached around to trace her blue mask. Her eyes widened. She struggled to breathe. It reminded her that they already knew her secret identity.

Her eyes locked on the camera directly in front of her. I’m so fucked!

“We already know Ms Patriot’s deepest secret,” Chekov said to the camera. “Now it’s time to unmask her in front of the world.”

Ms Patriot bucked and wiggled, whipping her head back and forth. Anything and everything to stop him. But she understood it was all in vain. Chekov and the bad guys had won. They’d taken her down for once and all time. She was doomed. It was going to happen no matter what she did.

Goddess! Don’t let it end like this!

Chekov started kissing and sucking on her neck. His right hand reached across her face. He dug fingers under the edge of her mask, and then started to pull. He slowly, dramatically, peeled Ms Patriot’s mask off her face for their audience to see. For the audience to Tweet, post in forums, and otherwise tell the world her deepest secret.

“That’s right, Ms Patriot’s real identity is billionaire businesswoman Jennifer Jade!”