Ms Patriot: Enslaved in the USA (Patreon)

Happy 4th of July. Happy Independence Day, America! Here is the second short story, staring Ms Patriot and her perky, pugnacious sidekick, Patriot Girl.

Picture of Ms Patriot is by Mr. Bunny (check out the other picture he created in the "Community" section.)  

Ms Patriot: Enslaved in the USA

Grimme City. Twilight on the Fourth of July…

 Ms Patriot struck a classic super heroine pose atop a five-story bank building. The westering sun really made her stars and stripes costume pop. She wore a blue mask, red and white vertically striped bustier, blue star-spangled short-shorts, and red thigh boots. Her hands and arms were protected by red opera gloves up to the middle of her upper arm, with a golden power belt around her narrow waist.

 She fluffed waist-length black hair, rubbing glossy red lips together, and smiled down at her sexy sidekick. Patriot Girl squatted next to her, a blissful smile on her beautiful blue-masked face. She also wore a flag-themed costume: Stars and stripes bikini, red opera gloves, and red, lace-up knee boots. Her long blonde tresses were pulled back in a sassy high ponytail.

 “I hope we get to enjoy the show,” Ms Patriot said.

 She smiled at the ten barges anchored in the middle of the river. Grimme City’s annual Fourth of July show was about to begin. Across the river, in safer environs, the city’s honest citizenry gathered to watch the fireworks and listen to patriotic music played by the local symphony. All the fireworks would be shot off upon those barges.

 Patriot Girl nodded, and looked down upon the streets below. “They can see us up here, so maybe they’ll forgo their annual riot and loot fest.”

 The mean streets of Grimme City’s Lower Saxony district were starting to come alive directly below. It was the city’s second-largest red light district, deep within the city’s poorest ghetto. Most of the working girls were crack whores during the day, with a little better quality hooker coming to work when the sun went down.

 Lower Saxony’s sex industry took a day off every Independence Day, because the residents of Lower Saxony had a different, more sinister tradition for that holiday. At least, the innumerable street gangs did. They liked to riot and loot and raise all kinds of Hell during the annual Fourth of July fireworks show. But at the moment, they were just milling around below, giving the two patriotically-themed heroines surly looks.

 “I promised the good citizens of Grimme City, and Lower Saxony, that I’d personally put a stop to this annual riot,” Ms Patriot said. She scowled down at the gathering gangbangers, a veritable rainbow of different patches and colors. They were not happy to see her and Patriot Girl. “Having an annual riot just to loot local stores on this wonderful national holiday is a disgrace. One we will put a stop to tonight. This Ms Patriot vows.”

 A sudden screeching filled the summer night as the first bottle rocket of the night burned its way up, up, up to explode in red, white, and blue glory. The crowd across the river cheered, and the gangbangers below the two heroines did as well.

 “And we’re off,” Ms Patriot said, watching the gangbangers below start running around, shouting and laughing. She frowned. It didn’t look like they were at all intimidated at all by her and Patriot Girl’s presence. Their leaders were working the rank and file into a frenzy. “I guess we’re going to do this the hard way.”

 “I’m afraid they might think they have the advantage,” Patriot Girl said, rolling to all fours to look straight down over the side when one of the men below threw a rock through a bank window. “Since there are at least a hundred of them, while you are known to be ten times as strong as a man, and me five times as strong.” She shrugged. “They did the math. Fifteen against a hundred.”

 “Their math is flawed,” Ms Patriot said, shaking her head. Her shapely sidekick nodded, making her bouncy ponytail dance. “They can’t come against us a hundred at a time. We never have to face more than three or four at any time. Besides, I am ten times stronger, on top of being faster and more cunning. It’s those factors combined that wins us the game.”

 “Tell them that,” Patriot Girl said.

 The young sidekick stood up and practically bounced up and down in her excitement, big blue eyes a-sparkle and perky boobs jostling. Ms Patriot shook her head, but grinned as well. She was just as excited at the prospect of going into battle, of fighting the good fight, but had learned to contain her enthusiasm over the years. At least outwardly.

 “Simmer your tits, sweetie,” Ms Patriot laughed. “Pace yourself. We’ll jump down and do our civic duty with practiced calm and assurance. There is no joy in beating men senseless for the sake of it. We’re here to mete justice, nothing more.”

 “Uh huh, right,” Patriot Girl chirped, wagging her brows. “Can I go kick some bad boy butt now?”

 Ms Patriot laughed. “You’re absolutely adorable, you know that?”

 The vivacious masked vigilante looked over the side. One knot of gangbangers flipped an old beat-up pickup over onto its side as she watched, and then smashed out a dozen windows. The riot was in full swing. A moment later, she spotted the first looters streaming out of an appliance repair shop with plenty of heavy loot. And then all ten barges began firing off their perfectly choreographed show.

 The sky thundered with multicolored lights.

 “Looks like we’re going to celebrate our nation’s birthday with a bang tonight.”

“Yep,” Patriot Girl said. “Just a pair of good girls meting justice. Justice made in the U.S. of A.”

 The leader of the largest Lower Saxony gang, calling himself Zulu Khan, came cruising up the street, standing up in the passenger side of the Cadillac’s open moon roof. He shouted encouragement to his gang members, the Black Mambas. Ms Patriot’s baby blues narrowed at that despicable man wearing the gang’s black bandana. At six feet eight inches, he was all muscle and bad attitude. So far, neither the cops nor Grimme City’s super heroines had been able to take him down and send him to prison where he belonged.

 That will change tonight, she thought.

 Ms Patriot jumped, feet first, off the side of the bank building. She plummeted straight at his beloved car. The busty heroine’s big tits bounced out of her bustier top when she plowed into the car’s roof, right behind the moon roof. Her impact completely caved it in, and even punctured the metal with her stiletto heels.

  She already had her red-gloved fist back to deliver the career-ending punch to the gang leader. But two things happened at once. The driver hit the brakes and her stiletto heels stuck in the roof. That forced the startled heroine to fall to her knees.

  “Agh! I can’t believe…” she cried. And used all of her might to surge straight up and yank her heels free. But that gave Zulu Khan time to jump up on the roof with her, and then pound a powerful uppercut to her chin. “Ugh!”

 Ms Patriot rolled straight back off the trunk of the car, landing in a leap on the hot asphalt.

 “Hit reverse!” Zulu Khan shouted. “Turn that super slut into super ROADKILL!”

 She heard the gears shifting, so rolled to her feet and seized the bumper. Standing straight up, she lifted the wheels off the ground before the driver could hit the gas in reverse. The wheels spun in vain. But then Zulu Khan jumped down onto the trunk before her with an evil grin.

 “You’re in a bind, Ms Tittilious,” he said, extending a combat-booted foot to nudge and jiggle her naked tits. “You’ll get your fat tits run over if you drop the car, but if you don’t I can kick the bloody snot out of you. And you can’t defend yourself.”

 “Zulu Khan, I command you to order your driver to cease and desist this instant!”

 “You’re a funny bitch,” Zulu Khan said, and leaned over to grab all the fabric bunched below her bulbous boobs. And then he ripped that bustier away. “Look at those titties bounce! They’re setting off fireworks down in my special spot.”

 Patriot Girl raced up, and then leapt high as she cried out. “Aaaiiieee!”

 The shapely blonde sidekick slammed into Zulu Khan with a flying kick to the head, sending the gang leader tumbling to the street. Then she jumped down to the side, reached down to the bottom of the Cadillac, and flipped it over to the side, freeing her mentor.

 “Well done, Patriot Girl,” Ms Patriot said. “Thanks for the save.”

 “No problemo, Ms P,” she cried, blue eyes dancing. The bikini-clad sidekick smiled up as she panted furiously. Flipping that car required every ounce of super strength her half-powered sidekick belt gave her. “You’re falling behind on the ass-kicking. I’ve already taken seven men down, counting Mr. Zulu Khan here.”

 “I ain’t down,” he snarled. She spun around to face him, just in time to take a fist to the face. Patriot Girl grunted, bounced off the flipped-over car behind her, and fell back toward Zulu Khan to receive an uppercut to the chin. “And now your sweet round ass is down!”

 Ms Patriot gawked down at her unconscious sidekick. Patriot Girl lay still, spread-eagle, and vulnerable. Gangbangers were moving in on them from all directions. The most evil, lusty looks started spreading across their faces.

 “Black Mambas! We are going to do a different kind of looting this year,” Zulu Khan called to this gang. “We’re gonna loot some super heroine virtue. We’re going to fuck the slut out of them, and then we will pimp their skanky asses on these very streets.” He caught and held Ms Patriot’s shocked eyes. “But not before my bottle rocket personally pops deep up inside your tight little twat, baby.”

 Ms Patriot gawked a second longer, and then snapped.

 “Not on my watch!”

 Her red-booted foot flew straight up and connected with his chin, sending Zulu Khan stumbling back into the crowd. Another gangbanger charged in wielding a long knife. Without missing a beat, Ms Patriot seized his wrist, spun, and threw him into yet another man. Patriot Girl began to stir, moaning and groaning as her head rocked back and forth.

 “Leave her alone!” Ms Patriot cried, charging both the gang members reaching for the dazed sidekick. One of them seized her costume’s bikini top, and then ripped it off. Both froze as they took in her topless glory. Taking advantage of that, Ms Patriot body-slammed them. “I said leave her alone.”

 Patriot Girl sat up and pointed behind her mentor, “Ms P!”

 The statuesque heroine reached down to her sidekick. They seized each other’s wrists as their eyes locked, and then wagged. And then Ms Patriot yanked her sidekick up off the street and hurled her straight back, one hundred and eighty degrees. Patriot Girl slammed feet-first into the big bastard threatening Ms Patriot’s back, sending him back into the crowd.

 “Ha, that was fun,” Patriot Girl said. Then she rubbed her aching jaw, before her gloved hands dropped to grab her naked tits. She sighed gustily. “Men! Fine. Time to put some major super heroine hurt on these vile misogynists, Ms P.”

 They paused to look at each other’s bared boobs over. Yeah, it happened way too often.

 “I agree!”

 They both stopped and stared at each other.

  “We’re a poet!” they said in unison, and laughed.

 That made everyone else stop and stare. The denizens of Lower Saxony had a certain respect for that kind of disregard for danger. The super duo took advantage of it.

 Side-by-side, they charged into the gathered Black Mamba gangbangers. Ms Patriot spun like a terrible tornado, sending one roundhouse after another into the heads, stomachs, and sometimes the balls of one miscreant after another. Patriot Girl fell a little behind, but was almost as fast and furious as her topless mentor.

 Of course, their jostling, naked tits proved quite distracting to the oversexed gangbangers. More than one froze and gawked as one of the heroines came bouncing straight at him.

 “Maybe we should fight crime completely naked,” Patriot Girl gasped out after a few minutes. “We can rename ourselves Naked Justice and Naked Girl.”

 “Oh my Goddess, please,” Ms Patriot cried. “You are so bad.”

“I know, right?”

 A sudden, thunderous series of glorious fireworks exploded overhead, sending powerful vibrations through the air. Everyone stopped to look up. Ms Patriot felt her heart swell with patriotic pride. There she was, with her beloved protégé, kicking butt and meting American Justice under the rockets’ red glare.

 “Oh, fuck that shit,” Zulu Khan growled, appearing out of the crowd before Ms Patriot. He threw a right cross at her face. She blocked it with a forearm, but he followed up with a knee to her ribs. “I’m going to…”

  “Ugh,” she grunted, staggering back.

 “…kick…” he snarled as he took another swing at her head.

 Ms Patriot jumped straight back to avoid that fight-ending punch, but slammed into Patriot Girl’s back. That pushed the busty teenager straight into a trio of gangbangers trying to seize her.

 “Hey!” Patriot Girl cried in surprise.

 “…your…” Zulu Khan snarled as he delivered a grazing blow to Ms Patriot’s head, who was distracted by her protégé’s plight.

 “Ms P!” Patriot Girl cried, suddenly held by two men while a third pounded fist after fist into her face, tits, and belly. “Help!”

 “…ASS!”

 Grimme City’s Champion of Justice spun around and froze at Patriot Girl’s cry for help. Had she done that? But before she could move, Zulu Khan’s massive fist slammed brutally into her back, right into that spot over her left kidney. Exquisite pain lanced through her shapely body, bowing her back as she screamed in agony.

 “Aaaiiieee!”

 Falling to her knees, one hand over her throbbing kidney, Ms Patriot saw Patriot Girl shake off the men holding her arms. She used super strength and sharp stilettos to their feet to break free. Then she cold-cocked the man who’d been pounding into her, before spinning around to face her mentor. At the same time, Ms Patriot’s baby blues looked past the blonde sidekick and spotted another foe coming in fast.

 Both heroines pointed past the other, and shouted, “Watch out!”

 Ms Patriot whipped her head around to find Zulu Khan rushing her. She jumped to her feet, but then saw Patriot Girl’s attacker throw an arm around her sidekick’s slender neck. The heroine started to turn back around to face Zulu Khan, thinking Patriot Girl would deal with her man easily enough, but then the oddest expression spread across the sidekick’s face. And then Patriot Girl’s eyes rolled up and she went limp.

 Sleeper hold! Oh no!

 All of Ms Patriot’s senses suddenly screamed DANGER. Zulu Khan loomed over her, eyes filled with rage. More Black Mamba gangbangers closed on all sides. She dropped low, feet wide apart, arms flung out to the sides, preparing for anything. And then Zulu Khan kicked her right between the legs. His steel-toed boot crushed her always too sensitive clit.

 “Aaaaiiiieee!”

 Her knees slammed together as she teetered atop her sky-high heels. For a second, the masked vigilante’s mind went totally blank as pain consumed her. And then Zulu Khan cupped her chin, forcing her to look up into his gleeful brown eyes.

 “This is your Inde-Pounding Day, Ms Patriot,” he sneered. “Welcome to sex slavery.”

 And he punched her in the face with all his might.

 Ms Patriot came off her feet, and fell back on the hard asphalt. She lay there unmoving, spread-eagle, as the Black Mambas cheered and celebrated their victory to the skyrockets’ bright, flashing light.

 The two defeated heroines’ golden power belts were removed, and then their skimpy shorts were quickly pulled off their spectacular bodies. That done, the Black Mambas pulled the helpless heroines’ arms back and bound them at wrists and elbows. The vanquished vigilantes began to stir at that point, and their eyes fluttered open a moment later.

 Gangbangers seized their mostly-limp arms and forced the two super heroines to kneel before Zulu Khan. The Black Mambas’ founder smiled down at his prizes so smugly. It sickened Ms Patriot when that smug smile turned into a lusty leer. Yeah, his dark eyes locked on their heaving breasts. A ginormous bulge began forming between his legs. Evil men were all the same. They considered women bad conduct prizes, especially defeated and captured super heroines.

 “Release us this instant!” Ms Patriot commanded, baby blues determined.

 “Release? That’s not in the spirit of Inde-Pounding Day,” Zulu Khan sneered. “Unless you mean release your suppressed inner sluts.”

 His gang laughed in a dark, sinister manner. Both heroines’ eyes got big and round. Then they began struggling within their tight bonds as panic consumed them. The gangbangers sucked in a collective breath, staring hungrily at the two young beauties’ big bouncing tits and whipping hair.

 “They’re putting on a better show than the fireworks committee,” one of the Black Mambas said, laughing.

 “It’s gonna get better,” Zulu Khan said, unzipping and pulling out a monster-sized cock. Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl froze, jaws dropping, as they stared at his bitch tamer. And then they really panicked. “Ha ha, look at them go. Trying so hard to get me in the mood by shaking their big, fat titties at me.” He leaned over, palmed the back of both of their heads, and then pulled their faces in close to his erection. “Just to let you know, it’s working.”

 “You misogynistic bastard!” Ms Patriot gasped as he rubbed his cock all over her upturned face. “Goddess, it stinks! Do you ever wash it, you sicko?!”

 “Only when sluts like you lick and suck it clean,” he sneered. “Get to work, super bitches.”

 “No!” Patriot Girl cried. “Never!”

 “We’ll give you no pleasure,” Ms Patriot cried. “We’re super heroines, not street skanks.”

 Zulu Khan raised an eyebrow. Then a calm smile spread across his face as he released Patriot Girl’s head and reached for Ms Patriot’s mask. Before she realized what he intended, the gang leader had hold of the edge and was starting to peel that all-important mask off her face.

 “No! Wait. I’ll do it,” she cried. “I’ll… I’ll… Ugh. I’ll suck your dick.”

 Zulu Khan grinned down at them. He turned to Patriot Girl, his hand still holding Ms Patriot’s mask. The sexy blonde teen rolled her eyes, licked her lips, and then nodded.

 “I’ll suck you nasty dick, too,” she whispered. “So disgusting.”

 “See? We can get along and work together,” he said, and pressed Ms Patriot’s mask back down. “Better?” She nodded. “Good. You know what to do.”

 Once again, Zulu Khan palmed both heroines’ heads and pushed their faces together. Their full red lips parted slightly, and then kissed opposite sides of his helmet-shaped cock head. Hot, wet tongues slipped out and started lapping away. Patriot Girl started licking her way down his long, thick shaft, while Ms Patriot wrapped glossy red lips around his sensitive head, and began sucking.

 “Ms Patriot has some real talent,” he gasped as she gave him intense head.

 For her part, Ms Patriot wanted to end their humiliation as quickly as possible, so gave him all she had. The raven-maned heroine gave her captor the most intense head she could muster, moaning and groaning as she sucked, licked, and otherwise performed every trick she knew to get him to come.

 Meanwhile, Patriot Girl let out a tiny moaning sound as she worked her way down to his large, hairy, and very sweaty balls. She buried her masked face in his nutsack, and gave him a little tea-bagging motorboat action. And then she started licking, nibbling, and sucking on his balls and nutsack.

 “I love the way Patriot Slut’s ponytail bounces while she’s sucking on your balls,” a gangbanger laughed.

 Ms Patriot’s baby blues cut left and right, taking in all the fierce, lusty faces staring hungrily down at her and Patriot Girl. It was going to be a long, hard night. A major setback. Well, it would be a setback after they found a way to escape. If they ever managed to escape. And then she noticed more than half of the gangbangers had their phones out and recording everything.

  “Switch,” Patriot Girl gasped out, and kissed her mentor on the cheek.

 Ms Patriot pulled off Zulu Khan’s cock, and started licking her way down his shaft. Meanwhile, Patriot Girl opened wide, and went down on the gang leader. The perky sidekick took almost half his length into her mouth. Yeah, just half and he was already tapping the back of her throat.

 “Mmmgh,” Patriot Girl moaned, sounding so wanton.

 Ms Patriot felt her own body responding. Her nipples were pebbled, tingling. Her insides stirred, feeling so hot and mushy. Worse, her pussy started throbbing with achy need.

 Goddess help. I think the CURSE already has Patriot Girl, and it’s starting to pull me down.

 “Look at them go,” another man said. “Virtuous superior women, my ass. These two are superior wanton sluts.”

 “Mmmmm,” Ms Patriot groaned, licking and sucking on Zulu Khan’s hairy balls. Sluurp. “Mmmmmgh.”

 As the Curse of the Valkyrie pulled the two captured and debased heroines deeper and deeper down into the gutter, their hungry, desperate slurps filled the sultry summer air. They moaned and groaned as their spectacular, sweat-shiny bodies grew hotter, achier, and needier.

 Ms Patriot tried to retake the cock in her mouth, but Patriot Girl refused to give it up. The legendary super heroine trembled in frustration, and even considered head-butting her protégé to get what she needed so desperately.

 Patriot Girl’s eyes widened, and her grunts and groans sounded more excited. Ms Patriot realized that Zulu Khan was about to blow. Her mouth watered, throat tightened, and she hungered for his seed. So she kissed Patriot Girl’s cheek, before pushing her off that big black cock with her face. Then both tried to take the cock in.

 “They’re fighting over your dick!”

 “Fuck yeah,” Zulu Khan cried. “You can both have some!”

 Hot, viscous cum shot out. It splattered across both heroines’ masked faces. They opened their mouths wide to catch it, but most of it slimed their faces. Zulu Khan came an amazing five times in their faces.

 “That’s the way I like my pet super heroines,” Zulu Khan laughed. “Slathered in my jizz.” 

He was still palming the backs of their heads, so pressed their faces together. The two dazed and hyper-horny super heroines didn’t pause at all. Their heads tilted, and their full red lips melted together.

 “Mmmm,” they moaned in unison.

 The gangbangers watched as Ms Patriot pushed closer, pressing her big naked tits into her sidekick’s slightly smaller, but equally perky, tits. They kissed, gasped, and even licked cum off each other’s faces, while their cum-splattered tits rubbed together.

 The gangbangers couldn’t handle much of that, and a moment later men dropped to their knees behind the heroines and pulled out their own rock-hard erections.

 “Ugggh,” Ms Patriot grunted when a big, fat cock thrust up into her cunt.

 Patriot Girl groaned even more wantonly, tongue deep in Ms Patriot’s mouth, when she was impaled. Their backs bowed to give the men ravishing them better access, while they continued to French kiss.

 Kissing Patriot Girl filled Ms Patriot’s heart with love and desire, and so much passion. But it was that big black cock thrusting into her tight little hole that truly rocked her boat. Every deep thrust sent the most incredible sensations spiraling up into her overheated, oversexed core.

 The sky above lit up with the most spectacular grand finale ever. Ms Patriot cut her eyes up as her body was pushed beyond the point of no return. That rush to climax consumed her, and then her insides erupted with insane pleasure.

 “Aaaaaagh!”

 Patriot Girl screamed her pleasure next, and then they fell back into their deep, passionate makeout session. Black Mamba gangbangers took turns, fucking them senseless for what felt like an eternity.

 “Best Inde-Pounding Day ever,” Zulu Khan said at long last, once again taking firm control of the two vanquished beauties. He palmed their heads again, but kept their faces inches apart. “We own you. You two belong to the Black Mambas now.”

 “Yes, sir,” Patriot Girl whispered, eyes glazed.

 “I know,” Ms Patriot replied, looking and sounding just as dazed.

 “Good. Now, Patriot Girl, listen and obey,” he said, his voice becoming more menacing. Zulu Khan pressed their faces together once more, only this time, he forced the sidekick’s lips up to Ms Patriot’s temple. “Take the edge of Ms Patriot’s mask in your teeth.” She hesitated, cutting her big blue eyes up at him in horror. He glared down at her. “Do it.”

 “Forgive me,” Patriot Girl sobbed, and obeyed.

 She clamped her teeth down on the edge of her beloved mentor’s mask. Ms Patriot gasped, trembling like a leaf.

 “Pull it off.”

 Patriot Girl groaned in abject misery, but obeyed. Ms Patriot gasped, mind in chaos as she felt her all-important mask slowly peel off her face. When Zulu Khan then pulled her face upward, her mind went blank. And then a big, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

 “Well, hello there, Ms Jennifer Jade,” he said. The defeated heroine swooned, gasping for breath. Doomed. They were both doomed. “So pleased to make your acquaintance. Now use your teeth to pull off Patriot Girl’s mask.”

 She turned big, sad, doe-eyes up at the man who now owned her body and soul. She saw no empathy. No compassion. No mercy. Her insides clenched, before she felt that heat begin to rise deep in her belly.

 “Yes, M-Master,” she stammered.

 He pushed their faces together again, so they could kiss, and then she bit down on the edge of Patriot Girl’s blue mask. Never did she ever imagine it would be her doing the dirty deed of unmasking her bright, beautiful protégé. And she began pulling, slowly peeling it off the stunned blonde’s face.

 “I don’t even know who you are, girl,” Zulu Khan said. “But my God, you’re beautiful. In fact, you two are so hot that the Black Mambas are going to make a fortune selling your bodies on these very streets.”

 Zulu Khan stood tall and looked around. All he saw were happy gangbangers. No one was rioting. No one was looting. Everyone was spellbound by the capture, subjugation, and unmasking of Grimme City’s most daring and celebrated crimefighting duo.

 “Damn, Ms Patriot, you did manage to stop our annual loot-a-thon,” he said. He laughed. “But you lost your freedom doing so. Put them to work.”

  Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl were immediately yanked to their stiletto-heeled feet, arms untied, and forced to the nearest street corner. Naked, save for boots and gloves, they began their new lives as Lower Saxony hookers.

Happy Independence Day!