Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 77) (Patreon)

Chapter 77

The Mercedes Benz Sprinter rolled out of Jade Manor at 9:05 PM. Three black SUVs full of security men in front, three behind. That was a lot of security.

“I’m stronger than ten men,” Uber Woman muttered. “But he’s bringing a lot more than ten.”

She frowned and shook her head. While it was true, her tiara gave her ten times the raw strength of a man that didn’t necessarily translate to how many men she could fight at one time. Skill mattered, and a lot of bad men were just heads and shoulders above a super heroine in fighting skills. She did have nine years of experience fighting crime. But the more men she fought at once, the less likely she’d win. It didn’t take ten or more men to defeat her.

Uber Woman hovered five hundred feet above Jade Manor’s front gate. She gave herself a little push, and started to follow the bad guys. Her eyes kept returning to that Sprinter van. Just a few minutes earlier she’d watched as Toad led all nine of his enslaved super heroines out of the main house and into that vehicle. None of the captured heroines were in costume that night, but wore silly little pieces of lingerie. Every night was different.

“Variety in the BDSM sex club business is key,” she sneered. “So disgusting.”

She worried her lip as she flew toward Grimme City. Toad’s little convoy was taking one of six routes they alternated through. It was something Mistress Patriot had done when commuting between home and work. He was possibly using the same drivers and security personnel.

They made good time, mostly because they exceeded the speed limit by quite a lot. Passed by three cop cars, too. The cops ignored them. Obviously Toad was greasing the palms of the right officers in Grimme City’s police department.

“That could prove awkward when I arrest him,” she said.

She paced them all the way into Sugar Town, and watched as Toad’s escort took him into the alley behind the House of Joy. Uber Woman smiled as she dropped quickly. Hovering above the rooftop, heart hammering, she scanned the security vehicles looking for a clink in their armor. They had to make a mistake she could exploit.

The security men deployed all around the vehicles, concentrating on the short path from the Sprinter to the back door. Toad came out first, then Jennifer. No coffle. None of the slave heroines were locked to each other. And then LaToya came out fifth, looking around so innocently and carefree.

“Goddess protect,” Uber Woman muttered. “I hate how well Mistress Patriot, and now Toad, brainwashes them into perfect obedience and acceptance of their lot in life.”

She started to drop, to surge straight down and land beside LaToya, grab her, and fly up and away. But her eyes cut to one of the security men. Locked on the aerosol can in his right hand. What the street was now calling Heroine Spray. Bear Spray for heroines, using Bliss instead of the usual capsaicin and related capsaicinoids irritants. While regular bear spray was quite effective to fight off super heroines, they usually did flee and escape. Bliss was used to put down and capture super heroines.

And every one of those security men had an aerosol can in hand.

She stopped, face heating up yet again. Her protégé was right there, yet remained beyond her ability to rescue. And then LaToya was inside, and Jill, Diana, Tanika, and Lynda passed from Sprinter to door. The security men then relaxed a little, most remaining outside to guard the vehicles.

Uber Woman’s eyes kept returning to that last barrier she had to hurdle. Heroine Spray. Would a gas mask be enough? One punch in the face could break the seal, if not dislodge it completely. That’s all it would take to defeat and capture her with Bliss.

Her eyes widened. “Unless I hit them with Bliss first.”

The platinum blonde streaked up and across Sugar Town, mind racing. Where to find Heroine Spray? She knew of a dozen men and businesses rumored to sell contraband. At least some of them should sell Heroine Spray. Hell, if all else failed, she can buy some real bear spray and incapacitate the bodyguards.

The excited heroine check three places before she found someone with Heroine Spray, and willing to sell it to her. She got one can, but he didn’t sell gas masks. She spent the next three hours looking for a gas mask and failed.

I bet they just didn’t want to sell a heroine a gas mask, she thought, scowling. But I’ll find one tomorrow.

It was well after midnight. She’d had a long day, and felt weary to the bones. Time to get some rest. So she flew the short distance to the cheap motel. She’d stayed there the last four nights. Time to find a new hidey hole. Tomorrow. She was paid up through that night, anyway. Money was too tight to just throw away like that.

The motel was just a few blocks from Sugar Town, still in a very economically distress area. It was a U-shaped, two story structure off a highway. Her room was in the middle back, with a dark alley behind. So she flew down to the back window, her room on the second floor. She slid it open, and slipped inside the dark room.

She carefully closed and locked the window, closed the curtains, and only then strode across the room to turn on the lights. Flipping the switch, she turned to find ten men charging her.

“Yikes!” she cried, falling back against the front door as she lifted the Heroine Spray up and depressed the button on top. “Stay back!”

She recognized the first man. Punch. One of the bouncers at the House of Joy. She sprayed him in the face, barely three feet away. Couldn’t miss. He got Bliss in his mouth, nose, and eyes. And then he slammed into her, arms wrapping her up as he groaned in blissed out lust.

“Mmmm!” she cried into his mouth as the suddenly super aroused man claimed her lips.

And then it hit her. Bliss fumes from his face, neck, and upper body enveloped Uber Woman. Her eyes crossed, then rolled up as she was sucked down into the heady lust of Bliss. Her body tensed, and then erupted with pure bliss.

“Aaagggh!” she screamed her orgasm into his mouth as her body bucked and quivered.

Uber Woman dropped the can and clutched at Punch in horny desperation. One thigh-booted leg wrapped around her lover, and she started humping his leg as she returned his kiss with equal lust and need. She heard other men laughing, but didn’t care. Her body had needs. Such powerful needs.

Tyrone moved up close while recording it all with his phone. Her blissed out mind noted it, then dismissed it as unimportant. Sex with Punch was all that mattered. Getting that man inside her was all she wanted.

“Please,” she gasped, reaching down to yank her hot pink thong to the side, exposing her waxed pussy. “I need you. I need you inside me. Now!”

Both of them tried to unzip him, foiling each other until Punch gathered her wrists together, pressed them to the door above her head, and then unzipped. He pulled out his cock as she tried to spread her legs even more for him. She watched as he guided his cock to her sex, and penetrated.

“Uggggh, yes,” she cried, thrusting her hips to get him in deeper. “Yes. YES!”

Milo was suddenly pressed up to her left. He grinned at her as he watched Punch pounding into her pussy. Then he reached up to her forehead and pulled off her all-important tiara. Took her Object of Power, and then she felt her super powers quickly bleed away. But who cared? She thrust her hips, meeting Punch halfway, and reveled in the feel of a big man inside her tight little hole. Stretching her out so well it hurt just a little. Perfection.

It was glorious, and was all that mattered to her in the world.

“Yes. Just like that,” she gasped out. “Oh, baby. Oh, baby, yes.”

“That’s right, boss, she is out of her mind right now,” Tyrone said, chuckling. “Milo, boss wants her unmasked to confirm it’s Tammy Thomas.”

Uber Woman was sucking on Punch’s neck as he slammed into her body, over and over. Her pink gloved hands clawed at his back, both stiletto booted feet bouncing in the air behind him. She crossed her ankles as Milo dug his fingers under the edge of her mask.

“Wh-What?” she gasped, eyes rolling up. “Oooooh, Punch. Fuck. Me. FUCK ME!”

Milo laughed, grinned at the phone recording everything, and started to pull. He slowly, dramatically peeled that white mask off to reveal a stunningly beautiful face. A very familiar face to the citizens of Grimme City.

“And there she is. Tammy Fucking Thomas her own damned fine self,” Tyrone said. “I love it when a plan comes together and we score like this.”

Uber Woman groaned, gasped, and then cried out as another powerful climax consumed her mind and body. She bucked and writhed, lost in the rapture. Punch pulled out, pushed her down to her knees, and pushed his wet, sticky dick in her face. The sex-crazed heroine took control and went down on him like a woman lost in lust. She moaned and groaned, bobbing so hard and fast, hand squeezing around his base. She worked her tongue and suction and was quickly rewarded for her efforts.

“Swallow it all, whore,” Punch gasped out as his seed flooded her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Slurp. “Mmmm.”

“Good job, men,” Toad’s voice came out. “Give that cunt a firm pounding, then take her over to Jade Manor once you’ve all had a shot. We’ll put her Blissed out ass on the brainwashing machine right away.”

Tyrone grabbed a wrist, Milo the other. They ran Uber Woman straight over to the king-sized bed. She felt one of them unfasten her top, letting it just fall to the floor beside the bed. Then she was forced to crawl up atop that bed as the two men stripped, remaining on all fours. Then Tyrone crawled up on the bed behind her.

“Ugggh. Oooh. Yes. Fuck me, Tyrone,” she cried out, suddenly impaled on that massive black dick. “Fuck me, my black stallion!”

“Black stallion?” Milo said. “Fuck. Don’t let that shit go to your head, dude.”

Tyrone just laughed. He held onto her hips, pounding into her like a man possessed. Milo watched for a moment, then shifted around to kneel in front of her. Uber Woman’s eyes locked on his erection, and she couldn’t get her lips around the head fast enough.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, giving Milo intense head. “Come in my mouth, baby. I want to taste your cum”

“Suck that dick,” Milo snapped, and slapped her face. Thwack! “Suck it like the whore you are.”

Thwack!

Depowered, those slaps proved intense and painful. Tears welled up, as she sucked harder and more desperately.

Thwack!

“Mmmm,” she groaned around his cock.

At the same time, her already aroused and climaxed body responded to Tyrone’s massive cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole. Her belly melted yet again into a hot fluttery mush. Her pussy throbbed around his cock. Oh, she felt every thick inch of him pounding her pussy. He felt ten miles long and two miles wide.

Thwack!

Uber Woman loosened her throat, and let Milo down. Anything to stop the slaps.

“Mmmmmm,” she groaned, now both her throat and pussy stretched out painfully. “Mmmmm.”

“Better,” Milo said, voice strained. “Dammit, she might be too good.”

Without warning, his cock twitched and hot cum flooded her throat. Milo pulled back to come again across her tongue, and then was out to come across her face. And that pushed her over the top again.

“Aaagggh! Yes. Come in my face, baby.”

Tyrone started pounding into her faster, harder. His hips slapping against her butt cheeks louder and louder. Her quivering pussy clamped tight, and three strokes later…

“Aaaaggh! Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck! Me!”

“I fucking love Bliss,” Carlos growled as he crawled up to replace Milo. He palmed the back of her head, and then thrust into her mouth. “Eat me, Uber Cunt.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, eyes rolling around in her lust and need.

“That Bliss should’ve already worn off,” another man said. “Is she already in the Curse of the Valkyries?”

“Probably,” Tyrone gasped out, looking frantic. “It only takes a couple orgasms to push a heroine into the Curse. Bliss makes it easier and faster.”

Tyrone bowed back, releasing deep inside her. Uber Woman groaned, feeling seed flooding her womb. And…

“Aaaagggh!” around Carlos’ cock.

Tyrone slowly pulled out, slipped off the bed, and was replaced by yet another bouncer. He started fingering her anus. Pushed first one finger inside her. Once her hole relaxed around it, he inserted a second finger, and then a third.

“It’s party in her ass time,” he said, and pressed his cock to her twitching butt hole. “Ready or not, here I come.”

“Ugggggh!” she cried, back bowing and eyes huge.

Carlos pulled out of her mouth, and stroked his cock until he unleashed a torrent of white, sticky cum all over her face, neck, and tits.

“Damn, this super whore is going to be a real mess before we’re through with her tonight.”