Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Chapter 2

The next day, in the old growth forest south of Grimme City….

"Shhhh, someone is up ahead. Do you hear them?" Sofia Garza whispered.

Annette paused and listened. The two beautiful women were dressed for the woods: jeans, hiking boots, flannel shirts, and camouflage caps. 

Yes, she did hear the faint whisper of voices and the clanging of equipment. She cut a look at Sofia, wondering how she heard so well. Probably her Valkyrie-enhanced senses or something. That rare genetic heritage that only super heroines possessed gave different women different advantages and abilities. Sofia could hear and smell as well as a wolf, among other things.

"Surveyors," Sofia said. "There is no good reason for them to be surveying here."

Annette took the lead, moving cautiously up the overgrown dirt road. The weeds were torn up and pressed down by the recent passage of vehicles. Round a bend in the road, they spotted six unoccupied pickups.

Men worked farther up the road in a clearing, with some more voices coming from in the woods to either side. At least they didn’t hear the sound of chain saws. Not yet.

"Look," Annette said, pointing at a maroon pickup truck. The front driver's door was open. "See on the driver's seat? Paperwork. I bet all we need is in that stack."

Sofia glanced at the men. They were all about one hundred feet from the pickup, and the pickup was at the edge of the forest clearing.

"Follow me. Be quiet. I should've dressed as Shewolf," she said. "I'm a lot quieter and stealthier in my costume and power belt."

"Me, too," Annette said. Though, the prospect of trudging through the forest in five inch stiletto boots didn't appeal to her, she always preferred sneaking about while in costume with all of her super heroine powers.

Sofia led the way off the road, into the woods, and then up to the line of pickups. The maroon ship was first in line, closest to the men.

The two statuesque beauties only had eyes for that stack of potential incriminating evidence. If it linked Big Daddy or one of his cronies with the survey, and they could prove it was for clear cutting or strip mining, then they could expose their plans to the media and public, and the problem would be solved. Big Daddy and his cronies would have to spend the next few years in court, being sued by lots and lots of environmental organizations, and by Sofia and Jennifer. Annette would use her publishing empire to ensure the public understood the enormity of the situation, and wouldn't let anyone forget what they attempted.

"Shhh. I'll look through the paperwork if you keep lookout," Sofia said.

"Oh, okay," Annette said. She didn't care about playing second fiddle to a part-time heroine like Sofia. As Silver Angel, she was one of the top five super heroines in Grimme City, and the state. Sofia's Shewolf super heroine personal was really a just a super-powered environmentalist. Barely a super heroine, really. But she knew her job, so rose up to peek over the truck at the men huddled around the surveying equipment. Except… "Hey, where did they go?"

"What? They're gone?" Sofia said, lifting her head. "Oh no, we have to get out of here, and fast."

"Not fast enough," a deep male voice said. Several men chuckled darkly as the two beauties froze, tensing up, and then slowly turned around to face them. "My, aren't you a couple of beauties. Hey, aren't you that tree hugger, Sophie Garcia?"

"That's Sofia. Sofia Garza, moron," Sofia sneered. The beautiful Latina stood, showing them her contempt. "You boys might as well give it up. We caught you red-handed. You're all going down."

"We're not doing anything wrong."

"Not according to this piece of paper," she said, waving it in their faces. "Like I said, caught red-handed."

"Yep, you caught us," their leader said, a tall, thick muscled man with long brown hair and a three day growth. Sofia stood a bit taller before them, chest thrust out proudly, chin up, and eyes full of contemptuous superiority. "Only it will be you two doing all the 'going down' today."

That rattled her sense of superiority. She glanced nervously at Annette, who was gawking at the men.

"Um. What?" Sofia said.

The men just grinned and moved toward them.

"Oh no," Annette said, hazel eyes flashing. "Sofia, prepare to fight!"

They both dropped into aggressive fighting stances, eyes narrowed and ready for action.

"Fight this, bimbos," he said, pointing a pistol at them.

"Oh, shit," Sofia said, rising up and raising her hands. "Bastard. What's the matter, afraid of two girlie-girls? Coward."

"We give up. Call the police," Annette said, holding her hands up.

Two workmen stepped behind the beautiful women. They used plastic tie-wraps to bind their wrists behind their backs. Then before the women could really start to comprehend their circumstance, their practical clothes were cut off their shapely bodies. 

They gasped and cried out in outrage. Both women struggled mightily to break free of their bonds, but all they managed to do was jiggle their titanic naked tits a lot for their captors' entertainment. And they were very entertained. One might ever say aroused.

"How dare you morons strip us like that?" Annette cried, eyes flashing. "Do you know who we are? I am Annette Moore, publisher of the local newspaper and owner of Moore Media, which owns TV and radio stations. She is Sofia Garza, international business woman and a bona fide celebrity. You boys are in big trouble."

"Not as much as you, Miss Sexy Tits," he said, leering at her massive jugs.

"Oh no," Annette said as the man that bound her wrists reached around to cup her massive melons and give them a very pleasant feeling squeeze.

Annette gasped, eyes huge, as the sexiest sensations rippled through her shapely body. She squirmed and writhed, wiggled and twisted. But he held on tightly. Then he pinched her left nipple, so hard. The pain proved intense, but the affect that act had on her body was even more intense. She felt her belly heating, and her pussy felt so wet, hot, and slick. 

"Oh yes," another man said, as he lifted his smartphone and tapped the screen. "Smile for porno camera!"

"No! I'll not allow it." 

Her molester's other hand slipped down from her belly, and found her pussy. He rubbed vigorously. The pleasure spiraled up into her body, into her very core. Annette's jaw dropped, eyes rolled up, and a shamefully wanton groan bubbled up.

To her shame, Annette found herself panting, feeling so hot and horny. Her tits began to tingle with anticipation. Her belly exploded with frantic butterflies, and she felt a tingly heat claiming her bikini waxed pussy. She looked up, trying to avoid staring at all of the tented pants around her, trying to regain some semblance of control over her raging, oversexed body. It wasn't working.

"You monsters. You…ugh…you won't…oooh," Sofia gasped, also being fondled from behind. Her body and soul were on fire. Her mind was already starting to shutdown as the hated Curse of the Valkyries threatened to consume her. "We will see you all in jail for this. Oooh, ahhhh."

Twisting and turning, both shapely women tried to break free. They didn't try too hard, though. Their sexy bodies knew what they wanted, what they needed. Indeed, all they accomplished in their struggles was to end up facing each other, faces just an inch apart. Annette and Sofia both found the sight of their friend being molested highly arousing, which went toward sinking them deeper in horny hell.

"Man, this is some hot video we're getting here," the camera man said. "Hey, make them kiss each other at the same time. That'll be hot."

The men molesting them from behind just pushed the two shapely vixens forward. Their full red lips parted, tongues came out and they sank into a deep, passionate kiss. Neither woman was completely conscious of what they'd done. Their little minds were spinning. They were too busy fighting internal sex demons to be overly concerned with what was happening outside of their bodies. So their bodies' natural hedonistic bent took over, and they performed for the boys.

"Mmmmm," Annette groaned. Lipstick kisses were the best. She couldn't resist them. Even as a super model back in her late teens and early twenties, she was a sucker for a girl-on-girl make out session. She loved the feel of her full, firm lips sliding all over and around Sofia's equally lush lips. The tongue action was second to none, as well. She felt the kiss was breaking down her defenses even more, but she didn't have the strength of will to stop. "Uuummmm."

Sofia was in worse shape. The passionate Latina enjoyed their shared kiss just as much, and it was just as devastating to her willpower as it was to Annette's, but Sofia's molester had upped the ante for the sexy environmentalist by reaching down between her legs and starting to rub her engorged and highly aroused clit. Then he did something no one had ever done before – he pinched her clit.

"Aaaaaagggghh!" Sofia cried, throwing her head back. That orgasm hit her lightning fast, catching the young beauty totally unaware and unprepared. It was devastating to the proud millionaire activist. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghh! Oh yes! Aaaaaaaggghh!"

"No, Sofia…please…I can't handle this! Oh! Oh! Oh! Please, I can't take too much of this or… Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!" Annette cried, snapping off a few quick, powerful climaxes.

"Oh yes!" the man molesting Annette cried. A second later he released her tits, grabbed her well-rounded hips, and thrust his aching cock up her dripping wet pussy. "Oh, this is nice."

He might've enjoyed the feel. Annette FELT it. In her soul. That cock stretched her hot, wet pussy wide. Her inner heat spiked. She began bucking, whipping her head, long silky blonde hair flying all around.

"Ugh!" Annette cried. "Oh Goddess…I am not…strong…enough… Aaaaggghhhh!"

The media mogul's body erupted with pure pleasure. It pulsed through her curvaceous body, sucking her strength to fight away, while at the same time energizing her libido like crazy. The beautiful blonde moaned and bowed her back to give him better access.

"Not my ass!" Sofia cried, but was ignored. Her molester's cock slipped up her butt hole with a powerful thrust. "Agh! Ack! Help! Help me….oooohh. Hurts. Too big. Too big. Sooo big… Oooooohhhh."

"Make them keep kissing while you're fucking them," camera man said. "Totally hot."

Once again the two mega beauties were pushed together, face to face, lip to lip. They didn't need any prompting. They were hyper horny, and started kissing passionately, hungrily. The small group of very bad men whooped and hollered with wicked glee, and suggestions.

Sofia and Annette forgot everything but the cocks, hands, and lips giving them such pleasure. They were completely subjugated by their shared curse. They grunted and groaned, moaned and panted through their noses as they sucked face and got reamed out royally.

They were in Heaven.

"Oooohhhhh….," Annette cried, pulling away from the kiss and throwing her head back. Her long silky blonde hair flew left and right as she shook her head, oblivious to the rest of the world. "Oh Goddess…it's going to be…ugh…a big… Aaaaaaaagggh! I am TAMED!"

The second Annette pulled away, Sofia's eyes fixed on her jostling tits. She lowered her face and sucked in an erect, hyper-sensitive nipple. And she started sucking.

"We broke the newspaper lady," their boss said, still holding the pistol on the two women. "And look at the tree hugger go after her titties. I think she's a lesbo bitch of the highest order."

"Hey, why don't we throw them in back of the pickup and let them go at each other like the oversexed wildcats they are?" another man suggested.

"Hell yeah."

"Do it."

The boss laughed. "Okay, right after all of us get a shot of their sweet round asses."

It took them an hour for all of the men to fuck both of the two captured beauties. Then Annette and Sofia, their shapely bodies shiny with sweat, dripping off their chins, noses and titties, were picked up and tossed into the back of the pickup. Their hands were cut free, and they performed to all of the men's expectations. Two horny, oversexed Valkyrie women put on a girl-on-girl show for the men for the next two hours. Of course, the whole thing was recorded.