Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 18) (Patreon)

Chapter 18

Grimme City, Tuesday, 9:30 PM…

The click of the lock startled Ms Patriot out of fitful slumber. She lifted her head, eyes fluttering open to Stygian darkness. She slowly straightened her legs, putting weight on them and rising up a few inches to take pressure off of her arms and shoulders. The door opened, and a feminine hand slipped in first to flip on the lights.

“Uggh,” she grunted, averting her face and closing her eyes.

The clatter of stilettos made her cringe and her orifices pucker. The arrival of one or both twins always meant more intense sex. But then, at least no one had thought to put a fucking machine on her overnight. That was a first.

“Look at you, looking all vulnerable, helpless, and broken,” a familiar voice said.

Her eyes opened while cast downward, so Ms Patriot got a good look at her own body. She was completely naked. Body streaked with dried cum, sweat, and body oils. Her groin area felt the nastiest. Worse, as she tensed her muscles to stand it started pushing a little cum out of her lower orifices.

Her only “ornament” was a gold chain draped between her now pierced nipples.

Ms Patriot lifted her head and looked the redhead over. Was it Sadie or Katie? It was easy enough to tell them apart when they came together, but at the moment she didn’t know who was going to taunt and torment her. After four days and three nights, she didn’t know why she cared.

“Look at you, looking all skanky,” Ms Patriot sneered.

The redhead did, actually, look over the top sexy. In a very salacious, in your face way. She wore all black and red: latex bikini top and micro miniskirt, thigh high black hose, and six inch spike-heeled ankle boots. Her red latex fingerless gloves pulled all the way up to her pits. Her long red hair was curled to cascade down across her shoulders and to the small of her back.

Her outfit screamed — FUCK ME!

“Wow. That was mean. I thought super heroines are all about lifting up all women. Female empowerment and all that shit,” the perky redhead said, shaking her head woefully while continuing to smile cruelly. “I see it was a mistake to allow you a night off to recover. We should’ve at least gagged you.”

“If it’s any consolation, I gag a little every time I see you.”

The redhead’s smile widened. “Actually, I change my mind. I kinda like your returned spunk. You were lost in the Curse of the Valkyrie for a few days there. Just full-bore nympho horny and eager to please. I like a woman with a little attitude.”

Ms Patriot flinched and cringed. All the memories of the last three days and nights returned. Days filled with nonstop sex and abuse. Night filled with fucking machines churning away between her legs. Yeah, she was so lost in the Curse she was surprised her brain wasn’t complete mush now. She would’ve been so easy to brainwash during that time. They could’ve completely rewired her brain. Easily. Yet, they didn’t, and the slavers had mentioned it several times, too.

Why didn’t they brainwash me into utter subservience?

Oh, they weren’t entirely stupid. They spent the time draining her fortune away. Making her sign so many documents selling off assets. All of the money went to their off-shore accounts. So now every single one of the twenty slavers were multi-millionaires. Chekov was a billionaire.

He’ll probably return to Russia to take up the duties of another Oligarch, with Maddy as his kept wife.

“Love chatting you up, babe, but the boss has plans for your fine ass this evening,” she said. “But, hey, Katie is fetching Britannia, so maybe you two will put on another sex show for everyone tonight.” Sadie paused to wag her brows. “Live on the Dark Web, of course.”

Oddly enough, Ms Patriot hoped what Sadie said came to pass. She wanted to see Britannia. Speak to her. Ensure she was okay. Healthy. Dealing with her fate. Super heroines were super tough mentally, emotionally. They could handle misfortune, even abject sexual slavery, better than normal women. Of course, that fact just convinced people that they truly were born to serve men in the most base ways.

To hide her excitement at the prospect of seeing her friend, she asked, “Is there some special holiday we’re celebrating? Is it International Human Scum Day or something?”

“Well, yes, in a way,” Sadie said. “At least for you. It’s Auction Day.”

“Wh-What?”

Sadie leaned in close, just inches from her face. “In about an hour, you — Jennifer ‘Ms Patriot’ Jade — will be put on the auction block on the Dark Web. Some lucky man or cartel will purchase you. And then you will be shipped to them for their dark, depraved pleasure.”

Ms Patriot couldn’t speak. Barely a thought passed in her head for a moment. Her blood ran cold, and a tremor started up low in her belly. While she knew that moment would come, it’s arrival was still mind-numbingly shocking.

I am… Nothing. Chattel. Just a warm body to fuck.

“I haven’t been this excited for an auction since we captured and sold your sidecunt, Patriot Girl,” Sadie said. “Let me tell you something, once she was lost in the Curse that hot little blonde was a fucking wildcat. My master got a lot of money for her. A lot.”

That sent the hapless heroine’s mind reeling. It was the first time any of the slavers had mentioned her lost protégé. Now she had confirmation that they captured and sold Patriot Girl.

“Wh-Who bought her?”

Sadie shrugged. “How should I know? I’m just a slave, like you. They don’t tell me shit.”

Four men came into the room at that time. All local men. Ms Patriot knew two of them by name. Indeed, she’d arrested them both multiple times. From the wicked glee on their faces, she knew they were enjoying her capture and debasement a lot more than her.

While Sadie put hobble chains on her ankles, the men released Ms Patriot’s arms and handcuffed them behind her back. Sadie then hooked a finger around the chain draped between her nipples and led her out of the room and to the bay shower.

The redhead stood back and watched as the four men stripped and surrounded Ms Patriot. The men bathed her. Well, they actually gangbanged her on the floor under the shower, while scrubbing her down at the same time. It went a lot faster than she thought it could, but left her mind reeling. Worse, they went out of their way to ensure she never climaxed.

What was that all about? she thought, body trembling with suppressed need.

Sadie took over once she was clean and toweled dry. The raven-maned beauty got her face and hair done up sexy. Then Sadie glued her mask back on, followed by the men standing around her with clenched fists while Ms Patriot was forced to put on the rest of her costume. Well, they gave her a faux power belt to wear. And instead of a choker, Sadie buckled a black leather collar around her neck.

Ms Patriot was then led out of the dressing room, hobbled and leashed. Sadie led her to the room where they’d set up their studio. Where they had recorded, even livestreamed, the two heroines being fucked long and hard over the last few days.

Multiple stationary cameras were set up. Two cameramen were also there to move around and get better angles. No bed this time. Just beige wall and tile floor. The AC was down low, so nips would be pointy. Most of the slavers were working on computers and cameras, or otherwise setting up the approaching livestream auction. None of the big bosses were there yet. No Britannia, but Katie was chained spread eagle to the wall on stage. She was stripped down to just a pair of black stiletto pumps.

Sadie barely glanced at her twin.

“It doesn’t bother you they appear to be selling your sister tonight?”

“Kate is scheduled to be the first girl auctioned off,” Sadie said without emotion. “I’m the second and you are the main event.” She shrugged. “It is what it is. We are all slaves, and have to obey our masters.”

Before the heroine could process her handler’s nihilist outlook, she was led to the spot next to Katie. The four men with them then removed her bindings, followed by chaining her spread-eagle to the wall. She looked to her left at the remaining spot on the wall. And then the men stripped Sadie and chained her to the wall.

“Been nice fucking you girls,” one of the slavers sneered. “Prepare to meet your new masters.”