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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 6

“No!” Ms Patriot screamed. “I said no!”

Jake ignored her. He dropped to his knees behind Patriot Girl, pulled her wrists back, and handcuffed her. Then he placed his left foot on her head, holding her down. Only then did the vile robber guide his dick to her exposed, slick folds. Ms Patriot’s breath caught when Jake penetrated her sidekick’s pussy.

“Ooooooh,” Patriot Girl groaned.

The younger brother started pounding into the sidekick like a madman, a look of pure delight on his face. As she hung there, open-mouthed, mind a riot of emotions, Hank quickly lowered her to the ground. As her feet touched earth, he threw an arm around her throat and squeezed.

Sweet Justice, she thought. Sleeper hold!

Darkness flooded in as her mind went still and her limbs flopped uselessly to her sides. Hank didn’t carry handcuffs like his brother, so pulled off Ms Patriot’s left opera glove. He used then used the long satin glove to bind her wrists behind her back. Then he unzipped her corset, before pulling her star-spangled shorts down over her well-rounded hips, and down long thigh-booted lets.

His big hand went straight into her butt crack, pushing down between her thighs to find her pussy. Thick fingers stroked hot, slick nether lips leaking love juices.

“Oh man, you’re one sloppy skank, Ms P for pussilicous,” Hank sneered.

He grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking her back until her knees bent and her sweetly rounded butt lifted off the ground. With her upper body still parallel to the street, Hank unzipped, pulled out his cock, and thrust into Ms Patriot’s undefended twat. She proved hot, wet, and very tight.

“Uuuuugh!” the heroine cried out, baby blues fluttering open. “What’s happening?”

He pulled almost out, and thrust in even deeper.

“Uggh! Sweet Justice, I’ve been captured!”

“You’re a genius, Captain Obvious,” Hank gasped. “With the sweetest tight pussy.”

Ms Patriot looked around. Innocent bystanders were everywhere, watching, recording her setback on their phones. Was anyone calling the police? Recording her humiliating defeat wasn’t helping her in any way.

Those videos will all be on porn sites within the hour, she thought bitterly.

The hapless heroine struggled to free her wrists. Hank did a sloppy job of binding her wrists, but without super strength she wasn’t confident she had the strength to pull free. Did the satin slip just a little?

Hank’s right hand dropped down to her right tit, palmed it, and squeezed.

“You have the best tits of any heroine,” he said straight into her ear. He pinched a nipple, and then twisted.

“Aaaiiiee, you bastard!”

Hank thrust and thrust into her, pushing deeper with every stroke. Soon he was completely sheathed within her, pounding the gasping, grunting heroine mercilessly with every long inch of his cock. Ms Patriot’s head began to spin, her thoughts slowing. As her insides heated up, getting all tingly wonderful, her struggles to free her wrists slowed to a stop.

“Feels…too…good,” she whispered. “Goddess help me.”

“No help for you, Ms Cock Candy,” he sneered in her ear. Hank started pounding into her faster, his hips slapping loudly against her butt cheeks. “Come for me, Ms Patriot. Show the world what a raging slut you really are deep inside.”

“Ms…Ms…Patriot!” Patriot Girl called, voice breathless and weak. “I’m not…Ooooh… Strong enough.”

“Patriot Girl!”

She slanted a look over just in time to see the sexy sidekick’s back bow, her feet kicking rapidly on the ground, and then…

“Aaaagggh!” Patriot Girl screamed.

Her friend and sidekick’s climax hit the legendary super heroine hard. Hank's pistoning cock drove her crazy. And her body went into that rush to climax. Ms Patriot tried so hard to clamp down on it, to stop it cold. But she also wasn’t strong enough.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed when her insides erupted in pure euphoria. Wave after wave of tingly hot pleasure flowed through her. And Hank continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. Pushing her closer and closer again. “Aaaaaggh!”

“Sirens!” Jake cried.

“Fuck,” Hank shouted.

He pulled out and looked around. “Bitch, you wrecked our car, so we’re going to take yours.” He stood, yanking Ms Patriot up to teeter on her stilettos. “Jake, quick. Let’s stuff these two cunts in the Patriot Mobile’s trunk, grab the cash, and get the hell out of here.”

Han forced Ms Patriot over to the back of her car. Her head was still spinning, her emotional defenses shattered. He demanded and she told him how to open the trunk. Then he tried to push her into it.

“No,” she cried, spinning to kick him in the head. Hank fell back, a look of surprise on his face. She didn’t have the strength to hurt him without her power belt. “Well…”

When Hank lunged at her, blood in his eyes, Ms Patriot waited to the last second, and then kicked up between his legs. Put him down for the count. Super strength didn’t protect tender balls. Nope.

She stumbled over to her discarded power belt, sat beside it so she could get hold of the belt, and got it around her waist and fastened. The erotic tingle of super powers returning filled her, made her gasp. And then she pulled free of the binding satin glove.

“Son of a bitch,” Jake snarled, and took off running. Not to the Patriot Mobile, just away.

Ms Patriot looked back at the car. Hank was missing.

“They got away again, Patriot Girl,” she said, and relaxed.

The police arrived a moment later, finding two naked, well-fucked super heroines. So humiliating, though she understood the police loved it. Hell, everyone seemed to get a kick out of super heroine setbacks. So unsavory.

It wasn’t a complete fail. The stolen money was found in the Mustang. The Biggs Brothers had lost their transportation, too. Ms Patriot had the cops go over to the Sunset Motel and wait in ambush for the brothers.

Meanwhile, the heroines slowly recovered and dressed. All white bystanders watched and recorded every second on their phones.

“Time to leave,” Ms Patriot said at length. Their reports were made, and they were free to go. The busty heroine headed for the trunk, but noticed it already closed. “Did I close that?”

Everything was so confusing. She couldn’t remember half of what happened. All she wanted was a nice hot shower and a few hours to relax and contemplate this latest public humiliation.

The heroines drove back to the Patriot Cave in silence. Neither ever really felt like speaking after a setback, especially a very public setback. As they neared the turn off for Jade Manor, Ms Patriot slowed and sped up, depending on traffic to isolate them from all eyes. Then she whipped off the highway and onto a little used farm road. She drove around in the country for a little while, making sure no one was following. Patriot Girl looked for drones.

Once they were assured it was safe, Ms Patriot quickly turned down a dirt road. It was a private road on property Jennifer Jade owned. The gate fell back to the ground as they approached, drove over it, and headed toward a steep hillside. At the last instant a secret door opened and the Patriot Mobile vanished inside.

They drove down the long tunnel, lights coming on just before they reached that section, and turning off after they passed by. It was a rather long tunnel that ended in the Patriot Cave deep under Jade Manor.

“Be it ever so humble, there is no place like… a mansion,” Patriot Girl said with a grin.

“Well, one of us is feeling better,” Ms Patriot said. “We’ll clean up, get some rest, and meet back down here after dinner. I have a bad feeling the police won’t capture the Biggs Brothers. It’s going to be up to us.”

She cast a look at the sparring area, with the two training robots deactivated and waiting in their alcove.

“I think it’s time to play with our training aids some more. Professor Payne made it so we can enter endless parameters and scenarios, so we can have do-overs on our defeats to figure out how to turn the tables next time. The training robots are still setup so that one is as strong as Hank and the other as fast as Jake,” Ms Patriot said. She paused to stare at them a moment, gnawing on her lip. “I think our previous training with the robots actually helped us today, despite our shortcomings. Now we just need to continue training with them until we can’t possibly lose to those two morons again.”

“Fine,” Patriot Girl said wearily. “But Jake forced me to climax like four times. I don’t have the pent up sexual frustration needed to fuel my power belt. Do you?”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted reluctantly. “He only climaxed me twice. “But we have time to build that back up. And we might need to take extreme measures to do so, too.” She looked off into space a moment. “This is not over by a long shot.”