Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 82) (Patreon)

Chapter 82

Uber Woman watched Toad and his enslaved heroines file through the secret door. Not all of the heroines, though. Ms Patriot and Silver Angel weren’t with them. She was pretty sure the rest of the heroines accompanied their master. Going down to the Patriot Cave sex dungeon.

Why did they look and sound so happy? she wondered. Being tied down and fucked is scary.

Simple answer. Brainwashing. Toad used the Curse of the Valkyrie against her friends and comrades, remolding them into sex obsessed fuck toys. Her fate if caught. Just the thought of being like those captured heroines left her breathless, heart hammering.

“Okay. Okay, I can do this,” she whispered, moving out from between the colorful dresses.

The busty heroine hurried up to the closet door, and quickly scanned the bedroom for stragglers. Empty. Bathroom remained dark. And the bedroom door was now closed. Good.

Turning back to the hidden door, she looked it over. The passage was disguised as built-in book shelves. It was tastefully decorated with some photos of Jennifer with friends on vacations. Some knickknacks. A few small pieces of fine art. She remembered where Patriot Girl’s hand went, so she ducked and looked under that shelf. Uber Woman barely made out the outline of a button. She reached in and pushed it. There was a click, and then the shelves moved. The hidden door opened to reveal a small, dark room. Only one dim light was on. She found the switch and turned on all the lights.

“Two vanities,” she whispered. “For Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl.”

The far vanity had shelves next to it filled with spare pieces of Ms Patriot’s costume, including extra masks, gloves, and blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms. The closest vanity had articles of Patriot Girl’s costume. Blue eyes quickly scanned the room as she eased in cautiously.

“Oh!” she gasped when the hidden door automatically closed. She laughed. “Scared me.”

Hand over her beating heart, she moved in deeper. Past the vanities was an open door, revealing a powder room. Just a sink and toilet. There were two doors on the wall behind the vanities, one closed and one ajar. A short corridor led to a blank wall. It took a second to realize that wall was in Lynda’s bedroom next door, so was probably her hidden access. And the short corridor between the vanities ended at an elevator.

“Wow. I’m about to go down into the legendary Patriot Cave.”

“Did you hear that?” a male voice said, coming from the open door.

Her jaw dropped. Guards? Who needed guards in a secret room? And then Milo stepped out, locked eyes with her, and grinned.

“Look what we caught, Carlos?”

The big Latino came out after him.

“Well, well,” Carlos said, grinning evilly. “Miss Tammy Fucking Thomas her own fine self has returned for round two of some uber fucking fun.”

“Emphasis on ‘fucking,’ of course,” Milo said, looking just as evilly eager.

Uber Woman couldn’t move. Couldn’t even think for a long moment. Then the two bouncers started toward her. She looked at the elevator door, closed with the car down in the Patriot Cave. Her eyes cut back at the closed entrance, but where was the button to open it?

Goddess, I fucked this up.

Carlos lunged at her. She kicked up and around, blocking his reaching hand aside. That foot hit the floor, grounded, and she spun on it to drive a stiletto heel into his head right behind the ear. The big bouncer went down with a pained grunt. But Milo was on top of her, swinging a brutal uppercut at her chin. She barely had time to fall back away, causing her to stumble and fall to all fours.

“Ugh!” she grunted when Milo kicked her in the ribs. “Oooooo.”

He grabbed her hair, yanked the blonde to her feet, and spun her around to face an enraged Carlos. He pounded a fist into her belly, then rang her bell with a right cross to the jaw. Milo pulled her arms back, slipped an arm behind them, and held her tight and upright as Carlos used her belly and boobs as a punching bag. Her knees buckled, chin dropped to chest, and she struggled to stay conscious.

Milo swept her up in his arms and carried Uber Woman back into the side room. It proved to be a small lounge, with a couch, TV, and small fridge. A ball game was on, sound muted. A half-empty bottle of tequila and two shot glasses sat on a coffee table.

He dropped her feet to the floor, gave her a second to steady herself, and then ripped her thin, cheap dress straight down and off her body. She looked down to see it pooled around her feet. And then Milo unzipped and pulled his cock out.

“We don’t have to do this,” she whispered, eyes huge as she looked back and forth between those evil men. She was beaten and battered, all strength gone, feeling vulnerable and helpless. “Please.”

“I disagree,” Milo sneered. “To the victor go the spoils.”

He pulled her arms behind her back, crossed her wrists, and held them together in his large, strong left hand. Carlos unzipped, pulled out his cock, and grabbed the back of Uber Woman’s head like it was a basketball. She was forced to bend over at the waist, face in Carlos’ crotch, dick slapping her back and forth across the face. And then he guided it to her mouth and thrust in deep.

“Mmmmmm!”

Uber Woman started sucking. What else was she going to do? And then she felt Milo’s cock slide up and down through her butt crack. The tip felt hot and wet. And then he pressed against her folds, forcing them to part and taking him in to her entrance.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her protest muffled by a mouthful of cock. Milo thrust. Her back bowed upon penetration, spreading her wide as he slipped in deep. “Ugggh.”

She moaned and groaned, wiggling her butt, as those two men spit-roasted her so well. She struggled to break her wrists free of Milo’s viselike grip.

“Stop struggling, cunt,” Milo snapped, and swatted her butt. Thwack! “I said stop!”

Thwack! Thwack!

Oh, that stung! Her butt cheek burned so hot. Tears welled up. And, she stopped struggling. Uber Woman’s face heated up. So shameful that a little pain could subdue her so easily.

“She’s just a girl without her fancy magic headband,” Milo said. “Easy to manhandle and fuck.”

Carlos chose that moment to thrust hard, penetrate her throat, and pushed all the way in until her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. Uber Woman hacked and gargled in distress. The men laughed, and continued reaming her out from both ends.

Her insides melted into a hot, fluttery mush. Her pussy started to throb around that pistoning cock. It felt way too good. So wrong how good it felt, and how it was rocking her boat. Not right at all.

Goddess, help me!

That surge to climax consumed her instead. Pushed right up to the brink and stopped.

Thwack! Across her right butt cheek again.

Uber Woman’s insides erupted.

“Aaaaggh!”

Orgasmic joy and bliss washed through her shapely body, over and over and over as he continued to spank and fuck her. Her mind went blank, and she clamped her pussy down around him as hard as she could. That intensified her pleasure, and she came again.

“Aaaaaggh!”

“Swallow it, Uber Cunt!” Carlos shouted as he came down her throat.

She had no choice. First, she couldn’t swallow at all with a dick in her mouth, much less her throat. So it all just slid down into her stomach. Kind of gagged her, but so did his cock. He finally pulled out and stepped back. Milo then rushed her forward into the wall. Her body, head to toe, pressed against the wall. That angle forced him out of her pussy, so he thrust up her butt.

“Aaaaiiieee!”

Uber Woman clawed at the wall as he sodomized her so rudely. Just pounded her ass, forcing her to come again. But all good things have to end, and Milo pulled out to come all over her lower back and butt.

“Money shot!”

“You’re funny, man,” Carlos laughed.

The blonde slid down the wall to her knees, huffing and puffing. The men high-fived each other. They took turns going to the bathroom to clean up, while Uber Woman knelt there, face and tits pressed to the wall, mind in chaos for a few. She slowly recovered, regaining her wits, and recovering her wind and strength. Finally, Milo returned to grab a fistful of hair and yank her up to teeter atop her heels.

“Time to hand you over to the boss.”

“Time to pay for your crime against me,” she sneered, and punched him in the neck.

As he bent over, clutching his brutalized throat, she stepped in front of Milo and faced Carlos. The big Latino took a wide swing at her, which she stepped aside to avoid. He instead connected with Milo’s face, knocking the man out cold. Shock left Carlos frozen in place, giving her the chance she needed. Uber Woman kicked the man in the neck, and then kicked him between the legs. When he collapsed to his knees, she kicked straight up into his face, and knocked him out as well.

“Holy Moses, I did it while depowered,” she gasped out.

The heroine quickly bound their hands behind their backs, gagged them, and found her discarded dress. Both spaghetti straps were broken, so she had to fix them. Very precarious repairs, but the dress stayed on her body. No guarantee it wouldn’t break and fall off again.

Her first thought was to flee while she had the chance. She was battered and bruised, body still quivering from those forced climaxes. Yeah, she wasn’t feeling anywhere close to full strength, much less super powered.

“That’ll all change when I put on my tiara.”

Uber Woman rushed out of that small lounge, up to the elevator, and pressed the call button.

“It’s put up or give up time,” she said. “And super heroines never give up.”