Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 19) (Patreon)

Chapter 19

The slavegirls had to wait over an hour for the bosses to start arriving. Meanwhile, the men in the room all took the opportunity to visit with each of them. All three women were molested shamelessly. Ms Patriot wiggled and writhed, gasped and groaned as one man after the other fondled her, motorboated her, and fingered her to the brink of climax over and over. Not a single one of them allowed her to come. No climaxes for any of the three beauties.

The Wells Twins giggled and gasped, bucked and cried out as the men molested them. They gave every impression that they loved and adored all of the attention. But then, the slavers gave them happy endings.

Ms Patriot began having fantasies of escape as her sexual frustration grew. Problem was she had no idea where her Object of Power was hidden. Was it locked in a safe? Was it already sold on the Dark Web? But if she could get her hands on it…

“Having fun on your last day as a super heroine?”

She looked up into the leering face of the man rubbing her clit so well. He had her sweating, panting furiously. So close. So terribly close. While she prayed he didn’t let her climax, her body had other thoughts. She couldn’t stop grinding her pussy against his hand. Just a moment longer and…

“Ah, bastard,” she gasped, body trembling and tense after he pulled his wet fingers away. “You’re a dick, Drake.”

He laughed, shoving his fingers into her mouth. She obediently licked and sucked them clean. All while wiggling in her overwhelming achy throbbing need. The door opened and Chekov led Britannia in on leash and collar.

Britannia had never looked more beautiful. They had made her hair and face up spectacularly. She still wore the bridal lingerie. Chekov came in a black terrycloth robe, barefooted, and looking smug. Oh, Ms Patriot just seethed as she regarded the Russian human trafficker. All she wanted was to slap that smug look off his face. Even for just a second.

“Status?” Chekov demanded, looking all around with eyes bordering on anger. “Have the technical issues been resolved? I swear, I’ll have someone’s balls on a plate if we drop in the middle of this auction.”

“It’s all good, boss,” Drake said. “It was a glitchy laptop. We swapped it out and have been online for forty-five minutes without an issue.”

Chekov approached Ms Patriot. She glared at him. Showed him her disdain. Her hostility. Her all consuming hatred. It amused him. The slaver took a moment to finger her, and then pinched and twisted her pierced nipples. The nipple rings made his abuse even more painful. The more she squirmed, groaned, and cried out in pain the wider his smile became.

“Stop it, you sadist pig!”

That’s when Mikhail entered the room, with her golden power belt rolled up in his left hand. Her heart skipped a beat. Chekov barked a laugh.

“So close, yet so far, heh Ms P?” he taunted. “You could save yourself, maybe even save Britannia, if only you could get that belt around your waist. After all, we’ve foolishly built up your frustrations today.”

She flinched back. It was never good when the bad guys knew too much about how a heroine’s powers worked, and how to neutralize said powers. Her baby blues flickered over to the white null collar around Britannia’s neck.

Is this all some sick joke? An elaborate trap to humiliate me further during a livestream?

For what other reason would they charge her up and bring her power belt?

“You’re a pig, Chekov,” Ms Patriot spat. Her eyes narrowed. “You win today, but mark my words, someday a super heroine will win. She will take you down, and then you will pay for your crimes.”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “More likely I’ll die in my sleep an old man. Free after enslaving countless women and super heroines like you. While you will die a slave and be buried in a shallow grave in the woods.”

Chekov pulled a black wool ski mask out of a pocket and pulled it on. Only his eyes and mouth were uncovered. He removed the robe to reveal he wore nothing underneath.

“Go live,” he commanded. “Start the auction.”

While one of the Americans started speaking into a microphone in the corner, Chekov forced Britannia to kneel. Then she was maneuvered up between Ms Patriot’s legs.

“Fluff her up, Maddy,” he growled. “Then you’ll fluff me up on camera.”

Britannia and Ms Patriot shared a look of misery and regret. As the blonde pulled the blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms to the side and started licking, eating pussy, Ms Patriot lifted her gaze to Chekov and showed him her hatred. Just glared daggers at him until Britannia’s effort started melting her insides, her mind, her very psyche.

“Mmm,” Britannia moaned, starting to get into it.

The Russian slaver moved up beside the two heroines, giving one of the cameras a perfect straight on shot. He kissed a line up her shoulder and neck, one hand fondling her tits, the other her butt. She could hear the auctioneer in the corner talking to their Dark Web audience, but her full attention remained on what Britannia and Chekov were doing to her way too responsive body.

“Goddess help me,” she whispered, head starting to swoon. So hard to think straight. “I’m not strong enough to resist.”

Britannia moved up to her clit, sucking on it so hard. Jolts of pleasure ripped through the sexually besieged heroine. Ms Patriot bucked and cried out, head lolling around. She couldn’t stop her hip thrusts, where she also ground her sex into Britannia’s talented mouth. Then Chekov scooped a tit out of her corset, mauling it perfectly roughly. And then he claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss that melted her even further.

“Mmmmmgh.”

Other slavers began molesting Katie and Sadie. Soon, all three slaves on sale were bucking, writhing, crying out in forced pleasure. Even Britannia got lost in the sex, putting her best effort into pushing Ms Patriot over the top.

Oh no, does Maddy know she isn’t supposed to climax me?

Chekov unzipped her corset, tossing it aside.

“Katie is SOLD to client R7290J.”

What? Ms Patriot thought. Oh, nononono! Goddess save me!

That distraction proved her undoing. The surge to climax bowed her back, made her suck in a breath through her nose. Her entire body tensed up. It as going to be a big one.

“Ugggggh!” she cried into Chekov’s mouth as her insides exploded into the granddaddy of all orgasms. “Oooooooooooo.”

Oh, she felt so good. Her body quivered in the afterglow. Ms Patriot didn’t even care that Chekov released her lips to attack her tits with lips, tongue, and hands. Britannia continued her divinely inspired efforts between her legs until she came again.

“Uggggggh.”

“That’s good, Maddy,” Chekov said. “Now fluff me.”

The enslaved Englishwoman pulled away from the heroine without hesitation. She turned to her husband and master, and immediately went down on him. No hesitation. She just did it. Ms Patriot wondered how lost her friend was now. Had she accepted her fate? As far as she knew, Britannia wasn’t descended of the Valkyries, so didn’t suffer from the Curse. That didn’t mean the slavers could not brainwash her if they wanted.

“Sadie is SOLD to client R5501A!”

“What?” Ms Patriot cried, looking left and right.

The redheads were lost in love, both being fucked by slavers. Did they even know they’d been sold into sexual slavery? Did they even care? The slavers banging them didn’t relent, with more lined up for their turn.

Oh no, now it’s time for them to sell me.

As if to punctuate the point, Chekov pulled out of Britannia’s mouth, moved up between Ms Patriot’s wide spread legs, and thrust up into her hot, slick pussy.

“Uggh.”

“This is the rest of your life,” he sneered, pounding into her hard and fast. “This is the very best that a fucking heroine — no a WHORE-oine — deserves.”

He looked so proud of himself for that lame-ass insult. The hapless heroine wanted to hit back with a mood-killing retort, but her brain was slowing, so sluggish, as he reamed her out like only a boss human trafficker could. She so wanted to glare coldly into his face, but every thrust reverberated throughout her shapely body. A body eager to receive what he had to dish out. A body loving every deep thrust.

Looking down, she watched his long, thick dick pistoning in and out of her. Then she realized that Britannia was pressed up behind Chekov, face buried between his butt cheeks.

Did he command her to do that?

Chekov started molesting her boobs again, while pounding into her even harder, faster. Her insides melted further, just trembling with achy need. She couldn’t stop thrusting her hips to meet him halfway to try and force him even deeper inside her. Other slavers gathered around her, watching and waiting their turn. All were naked, save for ski mask. All of them had enjoyed her body many times over the last few days.

“SOLD! Jennifer ‘Ms Patriot’ Jade now belongs to client G0379C!”

“Ha ha! Yes!” Chekov shouted, and fully sheathed inside her. “Take that, Ms Patriot! You are a SLAVE!”

He flooded her womb. That pushed her over the top yet again.

“Aaaaggggh!”