Journey into Debauchery #1 (Patreon)

Journey into Debauchery

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Episode 1

Rubbing full red lips together, baby blues darting left and right, Ms Patriot stealthily crept down that dark, trash-strewn alley. Her beautiful 18 year old protégé, Patriot Girl, right behind her. Their tall stilettos clattered and scraped softly across the cool concrete, easily drowned out by all the traffic from the street behind them.

A full moon shone brightly above, making their bright red, white, and blue, flag-themed costumes light up. Ms Patriot wore her iconic red and white vertically striped bustier, star-spangled blue thong-like short-shorts, separated by a wide golden belt. That belt wasn’t just a pretty fashion accessory. It was the source of her super powers, her Power Belt. Grimme City’s Champion of Justice finished out her costume with a gold choker, red opera gloves, and red patent thigh boots.

Patriot Girl wore the same color scheme, but with a stars and stripes bikini, blue mask and choker, finishing it out with red lace-up knee boots and opera gloves. The perky protégé had her long, thick blonde hair up in bouncy pigtails, while her mentor wore her waist-length coal-black hair loose.

A late model utility van blocked the alley ahead. Its headlights were off, but the dome light within cast dim golden light. The van’s sliding side-door stood open before the open back door of a long abandoned retail shop. 

Ms Patriot’s full red lips curled into a smug smile as her baby blues locked on that small gap between the van and back door. The white slavers had finally made a mistake, and she was going to exploit it to the max. They just had to be careful so none of them escaped with their captives.

“Do you think they are holding Omega Girl and Justice Star in there?” Patriot Girl whispered.

Ms Patriot gave a short nod, eyes narrowing as anger welled up within. Every heroine in the city was looking for those vile white slavers. Human sex traffickers were the lowest of the low as far as the statuesque heroine was concerned. And this ring had been kidnapping local coeds and selling them to Third World brothels for the better part of eight months. Unacceptable!

I will end their reign of terror tonight! This Ms Patriot vows!

At the moment, every single Grimme City super heroine was suited up and out looking for their captured sisters in crimefighting: Omega Girl and Justice Star. The two rookie heroines had been working together in their search for the slavers. At 11:38 PM the previous night, Justice Star posted a message on their private bulletin board that they ‘might have found the slavers. More in a moment.’ And silence after that. Now the Grimme City Super Heroine Corps was at full alert and frantically looking for them before it was too late.

Ms Patriot steeled herself as they approached the open back door. Male voices were drifting out, with a splattering of laughter. The most disturbing sound possible was echoing out of that back door. She thought it sounded like two women getting fucked raw. They were grunting and groaning, crying out in dismay and revulsion. It sounded like Justice Star and Omega Girl. But she knew whether they found captured coeds or heroines, the scene would hit her heart brutally when they stepped through that door. She had to be strong to save any women the slavers were using and abusing within.

They checked inside the van first. It proved empty, as expected. The slavers wouldn’t leave unguarded captives like that. So the two young, shapely super heroines eased up to either side of the door. 

“Mercy! Please, show some mercy!” Omega Girl cried out. “I beg you. I beg you. Pleeease.”

Ms Patriot’s eyes widened, and she locked eyes with Patriot Girl. They shared a horrified gaze. Then their eyes narrowed, their resolved hardened, and Ms Patriot rushed inside with her busty protégé hot on her heels.

“Halt in the name of justice!” Ms Patriot shouted with all the authority she could muster. 

Slavers and heroines alike froze as they stared at each other across a brightly light back room. Eight big, brawny men stood around a folding table with an open laptop. Ms Patriot realized there were no prisoners in there. No heroines getting the snot fucked out of them. No, the slavers were watching a video of themselves gangbanging the two captured heroines the night before.

The disturbing video continued to play, sound loud and bone-chilling to the two super heroines. Their eyes became glued to the screen, but the slavers all spread out. No fear on their faces. They looked confident, and maybe a little too smug and pleased with themselves.

“Looks like we’re going to have another party tonight, boys,” one of them said. “I call dibs on Patriot Girl’s cherry.”

“You don’t want Ms Patriot’s cherry?” another asked.

“Naw, that ho’s pussy has probably been reamed out a couple dozen times,” he said. “The sidekick hasn’t been in the game long, so she is probably still a virgin.”

“How dare you!” Patriot Girl cried. “Neither Ms Patriot nor myself has ever fallen in our fight for truth, justice, and the American way!”

“You’re both virgins?”

“Of course!” Ms Patriot cried, baby blues flashing. “We are both good, virtuous woman. We would never allow scumbags like you to touch us like that.”

The slavers all perked up. Ms Patriot silently berated herself. She allowed them to get to her there for a second. But it was the truth. The gorgeous twenty-five year old had high standards, and was holding out for the right man before she enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. And that would have to be after she retired as Ms Patriot.

Their leader leered at the two super heroines. “That’s what I love about super heroines. Most of them are virgins when you catch them.” He looked at the laptop, still playing Justice Star’s and Omega Girl’s capture gangbang. “Those two lovelies were both virgins. Yes. As you can see, Ms Pussylicious, they aren’t anymore.”

“You monsters!” Ms Patriot screamed, her temper flaring at the smug pleasure in which he spoke of deflowering beautiful young women like it was a hobby or something.

The two super heroines threw themselves at the eight slavers. The men didn’t shy away from fighting super-powered beauties, either. The two sides met in the middle of the room and chaos ensued. Ms Patriot spun into a series of vicious roundhouse kicks, while her sidekick made good use of her fists and elbows. Men started dropping like flies.

One of them came up behind Ms Patriot, and pinned her arms down when he bear-hugged her. He tried to squeeze her breath out while lifting the raven-haired heroine off her booted feet. She kicked and squirmed as she struggled to break free, but being lifted up stole all of her leverage. But Ms Patriot was ten times as strong as a man, so she was slowly forcing his arms away.

Another slaver came rushing up to her with a baseball bat. He lifted the bat, taking aim at her belly. She knew that would prove a devastating blow, so Ms Patriot kicked straight up into his chin. The white slaver fell straight back, out cold. She immediately hooked her booted feet behind her captor’s legs, and used her superior strength to trip him. She broke loose upon his impact with the floor, rolling off to the side and attacking a man sneaking up behind Patriot Girl.

An elbow to the head put him down, and then Patriot Girl KOed her opponent. 

“We did it, Ms P,” Patriot Girl said, huffing and puffing as she looked around at all the unconscious men. “Did it even take us a full minute to defeat their sorry butts?”

“I don’t think so,” Ms Patriot said, grinning as she looked around. “Wait.”

Ms Patriot counted six men. Six. 

“Weren’t there eight men?”

Patriot Girl looked surprised, as she quickly counted them.

“You are correct,” a male voice said as a thick arm slipped under her arms, pinning them back. Then a cold, wet cloth was pressed over Ms Patriot’s mouth and nose. “Breathe, Ms Pussylicious. Breathe in the air of despair.”

“Mmmggh,” Patriot Girl screamed into a cloth next to her.

Ms Patriot also screamed, and realized her mistake instantly. She expelled all of her good air. She managed to clamp down before she inhaled too much chloroform, but it was obvious her protégé failed to do so by her frantic, but already weakening, struggles.

To break free, as blackness began to gather around the periphery of her vision, Ms Patriot lifted her right foot, preparing to drive her sharp stiletto heel into the slaver’s foot. But he anticipated her move, and suddenly pulled her backwards. The hapless heroine gasped involuntarily as she stumbled backwards, and accidentally sucked in a breath of chloroform. That insidious drug hit her hard and fast, reminding her just how susceptible to sleepy drugs most super heroines were, especially chloroform.

“Mmmggh,” Ms Patriot groaned, feeling her head becoming sluggish. Strength in her arms and legs began to bleed away. 

Her captor lowered Ms Patriot to her knees before he removed the chloroform cloth. It didn’t do her much good. Clean, oxygen rich air finally flowed into her lungs, but the beloved Champion of Justice barely had a thought in her head. She just knelt there, slack-jawed and glazed eyed.

Her captor yanked her head back by the hair, forcing Ms Patriot to look up into his victorious face. 

“Welcome to sex slavery, Ms Patriot,” he sneered. He reached down, unfastened her power belt, and tossed it across the room. One of the other men cut it in half, destroying it forever. “You won’t be needing that anymore.” He bent down and kissed her slack lips, and copped a feel of her large, firm tits. “I’m your new owner, Conor. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it too much. You’ll be auctioned off and shipped to your new master within a day or two. But first, me and my boys are going to initiate you and Lil Miss Patriot Girl into your wicked new life of debasement and debauchery.”

“Y-You won’t…get away…with this,” she gasped out. “We will…be avenged.”

“Yeah, I’ve been listening to that threat for fifteen years. So far… Nada.”

Conor unzipped, and slowly forced his erection into her mouth. Ms Patriot’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t muster the wherewithal to struggle, much less stop him. She felt her face heating up. So humiliating! That taste was worse than she ever imagined it could be. Why did he smell and taste like urine? Did he ever bath?

“Mmmmgh,” Patriot Girl groaned. 

Her baby blues cut to the right when Conor started thrusting. She found Patriot Girl ten feet away, also on her knees and sucking a dick. A big black cock. Her shapely sidekick had already lost her power belt and bikini, and her wrists were bound behind her back.

She watched as another slaver knelt behind her beloved sidekick, grabbed the blonde’s sweetly rounded hips, and started to sodomize her. 

What the hell? Ms Patriot thought. And then she felt yet another slaver come up behind her, and unzip her bustier. Goddess, help us!

He pulled her gloved hands back, and handcuffed her wrists together. Ms Patriot immediately started struggling against those cuffs. She was increasingly able to move now, so started to wiggle and squirm, desperate to pull off that nasty cock so rudely invading her mouth.

“Uggggh! Goddess protect!” Patriot Girl cried.

Ms Patriot’s heart skipped a beat when she looked over to find that sweet, virtuous young woman being brutally fucked front and back. Who did things like that to women? Patriot Girl was sandwiched between the man she had been sucking, and the man that just started to sodomize her. Now the first guy was balls deep in her formerly virgin pussy, and they were pounding her hard and fast in both orifices.

A look of incredulous disbelief spread across the beautiful teenager’s masked face. She kicked her red-booted feet and grunted with every thrust into her tight young body.

Whipping her head back and forth, Ms Patriot got her enslaver’s dick out of her mouth. Thank the Goddess! And then she glared daggers up at him.

“Super heroines go down fast under chloroform, but you also recover remarkably fast,” Conor said. He wagged his brows. “And I guess you’re no-longer virgin mouth has had enough cock. For now.” He looked around. “Both of you will suck every cock in this room before we’re finished with you tonight.”

Conor signaled to the man that had removed Ms Patriot’s bustier. That man pulled her straight back to the floor, and then held her down. She stared up at Conor with huge eyes as the head slaver pulled her thong-like short-shorts down her long legs, and then forced her knees wide. Then the evil white slaver buried his face in her tits and rubbed it all over them. 

The statuesque beauty kicked and writhed, but she couldn’t shake the slaver. Conor indulged his lust on her tits, kissing, licking, and sucking to his dark content. She hated how good it felt when he started pinching and rolling her pebbled nipples.

“Stop it! I swear,” she cried. “I will destroy you!”

“Not before I murder your pristine pussy,” he sneered, catching and holding her eyes. Her blood ran cold, and Ms Patriot gasped in her struggle to breathe. He reached down and guided his long, thick erection to her already hot, wet pussy. “Let’s find out if you really are a virgin.”

“No, no, no!” she cried, but felt his rubbery dick head push in between her nether lips, and press up hard against her entrance. Panting furiously, she stared incredulously up into his unmerciful face. “Please. I’m Grimme City’s Champion of Justice. Young women and girls look up to me as a role-model. You can’t violate me like this.”

“I beg to disagree,” Conor said, and thrust half his length into her.

“Ugggh!” Ms Patriot cried, back bowed up. She felt a twinge of pain as he ripped through her Hymen. Destroyed her maidenhead. Deflowered her. “Goddess, NO! You sorry bastard. You’ll pay for what you’ve done to me.”

Conor grabbed her tits. Both hands mauling her sensitive boobs, the vile human sex trafficker banged her royally. He stared down at her face with a satisfied smile as he thrust and thrust into her, ceaselessly. Ms Patriot found herself mesmerized by his gaze, as she body reacted to being violated.

Soon, his thrusts started to feel good. Then great. And then every thrust pulled a tiny grunt out of her. She felt her insides get all fluttery hot and mushy, and then her pussy got all tingly and started to throb. 

Patriot Girl threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. “Aaaaggggh! Oh yes!”

Ms Patriot cried out seeing her once virtuous and sweet sidekick brought low like that. They were destroying all that was good and precious about Patriot Girl. Soon, something truly frightening within both heroines would rise up to threaten them.

“Please, you have to stop before it’s too late,” she gasped out.

Her body was singing now. She rocked her head back and forth, feeling that slow rise to climax. That big, fat cock was pushing her closer and closer to the brink of totally destruction. That point of no return. No super heroine had ever been tamed, and then managed to escape.

Conor was so tall he had to bend almost double to press his smug face into hers while continuing to fuck her hard and fast. He kissed her, and she didn’t have the ability to stop him, to even turn her face away.

“Relax and enjoy it, babe,” Conor sneered. “When I’m done with you, I’m going to let my boys finish you off. We will break you two super cunts on our dicks tonight, just like we broke Omega Girl and Justice Girl last night.”

That was too much for the proud super heroine. Her body began to spiral up, up, up… She tried to clamp down on it, but she no longer had the strength of will. The granddaddy of all orgasms slammed into her a few seconds later.

“Aaaaggghh! Oh! Oh! Aaaagghhhh!”

“Pop goes the heroine!” Conor cried, and started thrusting into her like a madman. He forced the devastated beauty to come again, and again, before he finally shot his load deep into her womb. “Oooh, yes. Victory feels good.”

Conor pulled out, wiped his dick clean on her face, and then stepped away. Ms Patriot was dragged up to teeter unsteadily atop her stiletto boots, belly quivering like crazy. She panted furiously, licking her lips, and hating the taste of Conor still in her mouth. And then her breath caught when Patriot Girl was shoved into the arms of a tall, skinny Latino man, who palmed the back of her head and forced her to bend over and start sucking his cock.

“Stop that! Leave her alone,” Ms Patriot demanded. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Never enough, Ms Patriot,” a big, long-haired white man said. He stepped up behind the pigtailed blonde, grabbed her hips, and thrust up into her still quivering pussy. “Oh, she’s still virgin tight. Gotta love it.”

The shapely super heroine tried to throw herself at that vile miscreant, but another slaver held her back. Then he spun her around and claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss that seemed to go on and on and on. He kissed and fondling her jostling tits for so long she forgot about Patriot Girl to worry about her own newly ignited libido.

“Adonis is ready,” another slaver said, coming up behind the helpless heroine. He swatted her sweetly rounded butt. Thwack! “Let’s get her mounted up, and then we can go to town on her ass, too.”

What the hell did that mean? Ms Patriot’s head was spinning when the man finally released her lips. She was spun around, and fast walked over to a large black man lying naked on the floor. They guided her over to straddle Adonis, before forcing her down upon his monster erection.

“Uggggh! Ooooh,” she cried upon penetration. He stretched her little hole out until Ms Patriot thought she’d split open. Her captors pushed down on her shoulders, forcing the hapless heroine all the way down until he was complete sheathed inside her. All Ms Patriot could do was stared into space, mind all but blank. “Goddess save me!”

Adonis laughed, and started thrusting up into her tightness. Both of his big hands were squeezing and fondling her tits, thumbs strumming her sensitive nipples. The heroine remained frozen in place, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain. She wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dying, but then she felt another man press up to her back. His cock started poking around her butt hole.

“No! You can’t do that to me!”

“Once again, Ms Pussylicious, you are going to be proven wrong,” the man whispered into her hear. “In three, two, one…”

“Aaaaiiieeee!” she screamed with penetration.

“Told you,” he sneered. “Was that asshole virgin, too? I think so.”

Ms Patriot couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Two big-ass cocks were reaming her out at the same time. Her pussy hurt almost as much as her anus. She began to struggle, desperate to get out of those handcuffs. Her body quickly adjusted, and it began to move between the two men, thrusting her hips over and over. She tried, but couldn’t stop herself.

Soon, her mind became increasingly sluggish. Too much sex. Her body enjoyed it way too much, yet she understood her dire straits. If they broke her, if they tamed her indomitable her spirit, then both she and Patriot Girl were lost forever.

Tiny animal sounds started to bubble out of her slack lips, eyes rolled up in her head. And then that last slaver took firm control of her head, turning her face toward him. Her baby blues fluttered open to find his dick coming straight at her mouth.

“Please. I can’t take much more,” she begged.

Did her no good. He pressed his cock head between her lips, and her mouth opened to receive him. She wanted to clamp down and deny him, but that was one too many battles to fight. Instead, she let him have his way with her mouth while she concentrated on keeping any more orgasms at bay.

Those three men pounded her orifices with enthusiasm. Ms Patriot moaned and groaned, body bucking and writhing, but her mind remained on her most desperate fight. Remain unbroken! Remain untamed!

Adonis came first, filling her womb with his hot seed. That feeling proved so sexy she almost lost it. The heroine clamped down on her hot, sweat-shiny body’s reactions, and steeled herself against the remaining two men.

“Swallow it all, slut.”

Baby blues huge, Ms Patriot obeyed and gulped down his cum. Yet, he continued to thrust into her mouth until the last of the trio tensed up, gasped, and pulled out to shoot cum all over her butt cheeks and lower back.

“Oops, sorry Ms Patriot, I think I got cum in your hair.”

“That’s great!” Conor cried. “Theo came all over her sideslut’s tits. Put them together. Ms Patriot can lick the cum off Patriot Girl’s tits, and the little slut can return the favor by licking it off her boss lady’s butt.”

Ms Patriot was dragged by her hair over to the huffing and puffing sidekick, kneeling and trembling on the floor. She noticed two of the men holding up smartphones and recording everything. They were pressed together, face-to-face, and ordered to make out. Sad blue eyes locked with sadder blue eyes for a moment. 

“After they put on a hot little sex show for us here,” Conor whispered to Adonis. “We’ll take them over to the holding area. Tomorrow night, we’ll take them all to the contact point behind the Sullivan Theater. The auctioneer will take them from there, and sell their fine asses for us. I hear all of the city’s pimps and madams will be there, as well as the agents for a few billionaire collectors. We’re going to make a fortune off these super cunts.”

Those words hit Ms Patriot hard. They almost killed all hope. But then… She had an idea. She gave Patriot Girl a little nod, bit her lip, and then whispered in her ear, “Bend over and don’t move for any reason. I have a plan.”

Ms Patriot tilted her head. The sidekick mirrored her, and their lips slowly melted together. Soft moans escaped, and they pushed into the kisses. Soon, the two young beauties were making out like love-starved teens.

“Lord, look at them go,” Adonis said. “They are a hundred times better together than Omega Girl and Justice Star.”

“I bet they banged and rubbed pussies together every night after going on patrol,” Conor said. “That’s how two uber hot chicks like them could remain virgins. They’re lesbians.”

The men laughed, while the two heroines lost themselves in lipstick and French kisses. Then Ms Patriot started to kiss her way down her sidekick’s neck, but Patriot Girl didn’t lean back and give her access to her tits. So Ms Patriot struggled to reach those cum-slathered boobs. Conor noticed.

“Free their hands,” Conor said. “They’re tamed, so we have nothing to worry about anymore.”

Ms Patriot’s wrists were released first. She immediately started fondling Patriot Girl’s amazing tits. The shapely sidekick sighed with pleasure, before the men cut the rope off her wrists.

Pushing back on Patriot Girl’s shoulders, Ms Patriot buried her face in the sexy sidekick’s cum-dripping tits. She licked and moaned, slowly cleaning that perfect pair while the slavers watched raptly. Once Patriot Girl’s boobs were pristine, though shiny with spittle, she kissed her way back up to her protégé’s ear.

“Time to escape. Don’t engage. Run,” Ms Patriot whispered. And then she shouted, “NOW!”

Both heroines swiveled on a knee, before springing up and lashing out with booted feet. They kicked the surprised slavers back on their heels, and then they took off running through the still open door. The men charged after them, shouting threats. That just spurred the two busty women to run faster into the night.