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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 4

“Oh my,” Ms Patriot said, squirming as she unconsciously rubbed her silky thighs together. Her breathing was shallow and her heart raced. She sucked in a sharp breath when the first robot pulled Patriot Girl’s costume bottoms down, and a huge phallic device grew out of its crotch area. She cried out when the robot thrust his mechanical cock deep into the shapely sidekick’s juicy wet pussy. “Ooooooh. That is so wrong, Professor. How could you?”

“Aaaaggghh!” Patriot Girl cried again.

“I think you need to learn to be more wary, Ms P. You and the other heroines get caught too often, and frankly, too easily. It’s important to learn the importance of always WINNING your fights,” he said. “Maybe this way you’ll take your training more seriously.”

“Oh no, not again…Aaaagggh,” Patriot Girl cried.

“Well now, that was…um…interesting,” Ms Patriot said, a sheen of sweat shimmering in her deep cleavage. She took a deep breath, held it a few seconds, and then released, before swallowing hard to loosen her throat. “I guess I should go save her. Let’s see how well your little training aids deal with a fully empowered, superior super heroine, Professor.”

Ms Patriot’s heart went out to her sidekick, with only a half-powered belt. The new generation of robots was just a little too much for her power level.

“Don’t get too cocky, Ms Patriot, or you might get the blunt end of their cocks.”

“Ha ha,” she said, not sounding the least bit amused. Patriot Girl was bent over at the waist, knees locked. One robot was reaming her out from behind, while she sucked the “cock” of the other. The memory of being in that exact same predicament flashed before Ms Patriot’s mind’s eyes. Just three weeks back a dark alley, to be exact. Those painful memories fueled her indignation and that turned into righteous anger. “Unhand her, you mechanical fiends!”

Two robotic heads turned to regard the tall, raven-maned super heroine in the legendary red, white, and blue costume. Baby blues narrowed behind her blue mask. Red opera-gloved hands reached down to tug up on her red and white, vertically striped bustier, with the blue, star-spangled thonglike shorts. Bright red thigh boots and a golden power belt finished off her costume.

That costume always made her feel powerful and heroic.

Ms Patriot strode towards them with purpose. Patriot Girl was tamed and limp in their grasp, so useless in the coming fight. In fact, she’d be pretty much useless as a sidekick for the next few days. They needed pent up sexual frustration to energize their power belts. Patriot Girl looked pretty much sexually satisfied. Okay, maybe a week to recover.

“It is the Queen of Giant Jugs,” one robot said.

“Hey!” the curvaceous super vixen cried. “How dare you make such salacious, misogynistic comments to me, you junk heap reject!”

One of the robots picked Patriot Girl up, and threw her at Ms Patriot. Her first instinct was to catch her protégé, to protect her. Patriot Girl’s naked, sweaty body slammed into her, arms and legs thrown wide. Ms Patriot wrapped her arms around Patriot Girl, but the force of the impact whipped Patriot Girl’s arms and legs around her mentor, and slammed her face into Ms Patriot’s face. They fell straight back, Patriot Girl on top.

“Oh, Ms P,” Patriot Girl said, looking at her with a blissful face. She smiled sensuously, and kissed her beloved mentor. “Mmmmm.”

Ms Patriot’s baby blues went wide at the kiss. Patriot Girl rose up on all fours above her, then reached for her mentor’s titanic tits. But before her hands found Ms Patriot’s perfect pair, the Champion of Justice felt two sets of powerful hands on her ankles.

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame,” they said in unison.

“Yikes!” Ms Patriot cried, jerked out from under Patriot Girl. The robots held on, turned, and ran across the room. Then they ran past a column, to either side. “No!” Her pussy slammed brutally into that steel support column. “Aaaeeeiii. Ooooh.”

A robot lifted her over its head. “Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.” And it threw her across the Patriot Cave, back into the sparring area. She hit hard, tumbled, and slammed into the wall.

“Oh, now I’m really pissed off,” Ms Patriot growled, slowly rising to her stiletto-booted feet. The robots were running toward her. No robot prior to that generation ever ran. Payne was right. They were super heroine strong and fast. Worthy opponents for such as her. “Sorry, Professor, but I’m afraid I’m about to break your toys again.”

“Your lack of respect for their power makes me think you’ll end up like Patriot Girl,” Payne said.

“Over my sweet round butt,” she said. The robots ran up to Ms Patriot, reaching out to grab her. She leapt high, spun, and pounded a brutal foot into the first robot’s head. He was smashed into the other robot, pushing him aside. Off balance, that robot crashed into the wall beside Ms Patriot. She grabbed him by the wrist, and then started spinning him around and around, and released.

“Take that, miscreant,” she cried. But the other robot charged up and punched her low in the back. “Oooff.”

The Champion of Justice dropped low and threw out a leg, sweeping its feet away. The robot still reached for her, so she flipped over it and found herself facing the other robot.

“Strip the sexy super heroine,” it said, and yanked off her bustier top. Actually, ripped it off her body effortlessly. “Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.”

“How dare…!” she started to cry, but it then punched her in the belly, doubling her up. “Oooff! Oh, they hit so HARD.”

“I warned you,” Payne called. “Oh dear, you’ve dropped your guard.”

“What?!?”

Ms Patriot stiffened as she felt robotic hands at the base of her back, tugging on her power belt fastenings. She froze, slanting a look back over her shoulder.

“No!” she cried, eyes huge. “Don’t touch my… Give it back!”

As the all important power belt slipped from around her narrow waist, Ms Patriot felt super human strength and endurance evaporate within her statuesque body.

“Oh!” Ms Patriot cried, full, glossy red lips in a perfect “O” as one robot seized her hair at the back of her head, holding her stretched up to her full height. Her red-gloved hands reached out and clawed at the empty air in her shock. “End exercise! Abort! Abort!”

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame,” they said in unison. The robot in front of the statuesque super heroine started slapping her tits. Her large, high-riding tits bounced and jounced before its electronic eyes. To her horror his retractable, mechanical cock telescoped out. Out ten thick inches, and then she heard it start to buzz. “All super heroines must be subjugated.”

“Wait,” she said, as it ripped the thonglike costume bottoms off her well-rounded hips, revealing her moist, bikini waxed pubic patch and glistening pink pussy lips. “Professor, you can stop them now. I’m convinced they are superior… Uggh!”

Ms Patriot’s plea was cut off when the robot grabbed her hips, lifted her off the floor and thrust its “dick” deep into her pussy. The vibration was perfectly attuned to her body, and it was instant glory.

“Aaaggghh! Sweet Justice, I can’t control…my… Aaaaggghh!” Then the robot behind her forced his vibrating steel rod up her poop chute. “Ugggh! I…will…not submit!”

Her baby blues widened, as her back bowed and head rolled back. That rush to climax was not to be denied.

“Aaaagghh! Goddess save me!”

Her goddess remained silent. The two robots thrust into the gorgeous, raven-haired beauty sandwiched between them. Two huge vibrating mechanical cocks proved too much to endure. Ms Patriot’s head lolled around, eyes glazed over as one climax after another slammed into her. It wasn’t long before her long legs wrapped round the robot in front, and she started crying out for more, more, more.

“I warned you young ladies,” Professor Payne said. He finally tapped on the control pad. Both robots released Ms Patriot. Their cocks retracted and they stood at attention. Ms Patriot fell on her sweet round butt between them, looking disheveled and very sated. “Are you all right, Ms Patriot?”

“Ooooh, I’m more than all right, Professor,” she moaned sensuously. The curvaceous super heroine sat there a long moment, silently savoring the last vestiges of her last few forced climaxes, basking in the afterglow. It was glorious. It always was, no matter who or what forced her to climax. “This is supposed to make me avoid losing at all costs?”

Professor Payne laughed. “Yes. I thought it would, but I can see how you might lose on purpose. Occasionally.”

“Not often,” Ms Patriot said, struggling to her stiletto-booted feet. He held out his hands as she tottered a second, but she quickly found her sea legs and steadied herself. “Wow. I’ve been vibrated into la la land more times than I care to admit, but nothing ever felt like that. It was almost instant climax.”

“Glory,” Patriot Girl whispered, still sprawled on the floor ten feet away. “I’m taking one of them with me on my next vacation. No, I’ll take them both. Ooooh, glory.”