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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 9

“Is this so fucking cool, bro,” Jake said.

They were cruising up the tunnel in the one and only Patriot Mobile. Jake couldn’t find the other end of the tunnel until Hank went out to meet him. GPS tracking did show Hank to be at Jade Manor, but the tunnel entrance was literally several miles away. It took them all night to reunite.

“I know, bro,” Hank said. “I feel like a super hero, which makes you my skanky sidekick.”

“Skanky?” Jake cried, and laughed. “Fair.”

“I’m Bad Man,” Hank said. “Which makes you – Bad Boy.”

“What the… I got your bad boyright here, bro,” Jake said, grabbing his crotch.

“Save your bad boy for Patriot Girl’s ass, bro. She’s waiting in bed at the end of this tunnel.”

“Fucking A okay, bro.” Jake grinned a moment, then something occurred to him. “What about Ms Patriot? You claiming her sweet ass for yourself?”

“Duh. I’m eldest. I get first pick.”

“Fuck that shit,” little brother said. “I’m faster, so I can get to her before you.”

“Don’t get your thong panties in a wad, you little bitch,” Hank said, chuckling. “We are going to share those two tight cunts. They are going to be our fuck toys, our sex slaves, for a long time.”

Jake sat back and smiled, eyes closed. Yeah, he’d daydreamed about this scenario for years. Ever since Ms Patriot got lucky and captured them, sending them to prison. She stole two years of their lives. Two years he planned to take out of their sexy asses, and then some.

“And here we are,” Hank said as they drove out of the tunnel and into a vast cavern. “The near mythical Patriot Cave.”

“Wow,” Jake said, awe on his face. “Most people don’t even believe this really exists.”

The lights snapped on the instant the Patriot Mobile rolled in. Hank parked her on the carousel that automatically spun her around to depart back down the tunnel. And then he led his little brother over to the training area.

“Look what I found,” he said, beaming with pride.

“Robots?”

“Fighting robots, what Ms Patriot refers to as ‘training aids’.”

Hank sat Jake down behind the laptop, and pulled up a training video. Jake watched first Patriot Girl, then Ms Patriot, get defeated by the two robots… And get their sexy butts reamed out afterwards by the same robots.

“How many of these videos are there?”

“A lot. I spent half the night watching those training videos. They end up getting fucked almost every time,” Hank said. “A couple times, I thought they gave up too easily just to get fucked.”

“Oh, man, I’ll help train their tight asses,” Jake muttered, rubbing his tingling cock.

Hank indicated the robots. “I spent the other half of my time learning how to play with those bad boys.”

He picked up the controller and put the robots through their paces. Then he showed Jake how to operate them.

“This is better than a video game,” Jake cried. “We need to get another controller, so we can each have a robot to fight the other.”

“Hundred percent, bro. Hundred percent,” Hank said. He glanced toward the elevator, then lifted his eyes upward. “It’s almost seven. I suspect the patriotically clad super cunts sleep in late on the weekends, but busy bodies tend to be early risers, too. I don’t think we have anymore time to waste down here.”

“Fucking A okay, bro. I’m ready to capture and start training Ms Patriot, aka Jennifer Jade, into being our perfect fuck meat slave.” Jake paused. “Did you figure out who her side cunt is?”

“No, but she was in the next room over, also pleasuring herself,” Hank said. He shrugged. “I didn’t recognize her face, but it was kinda screwed up in ecstasy when I peeked.”

“Yeah, we’ll fuck it out of her,” Jake said. “Let’s party, bro.”

The brothers hurried up the elevator. At the top, Hank took a few minutes to give his little brother a tour of the secret rooms. Then they went over to the door into Jennifer’s closet. He activated the security panel, selecting the camera in the master bedroom.

“She’s gone!”

Her bed was already made. Hank cursed up a storm as he went through camera after camera looking for Jennifer. He found staff busy dusting and vacuuming. No Jennifer, not even in her home office. But he activated the camera labeled “Lynda’s room.”

“Bingo,” Jake whispered. “This morning isn’t a total bust.”

Patriot Girl, whose real name was Lynda, was awake and moving about in her bedroom. The bed was a mess, looking like she spent all night with a very aggressive lover. The young blonde was just getting started dressing. She’d already done her hair and makeup, and was in her closet wearing nothing but pink thongs and matching stiletto pumps.

“I like her better with her hair in a ponytail or pigtails,” Jake said.

“I like her better like this, tits out and ready to play,” Hank said. “Follow me.”

Hank raced through the secret rooms, moving over to the other door on the other side of the suite. He activated that security panel, pulling up Patriot Girl’s closet camera. He found Lynda walking out with a dress in hand. He waited until she passed out into the bedroom, and then hit the open button.

The hidden door whooshed on hydraulics. Hank charged out, intent on the hot little blonde before him. Lynda must’ve heard the hydraulics, or his footsteps. She slanted a raised brow back at the secret entrance.

“Oh no!”

Jake suddenly blurred past Hank, and around behind the blonde beauty stumbling backwards in shock. He stopped behind her, allowing her to back into him. Then his arms went around her, both hands grabbing tightly onto big, firm teenage tits.

“Honk, honk, Miss Patriot Girl,” Jake sneered into her ear. “You smell pretty.”

Lynda struggled in vain. Jake was just too strong, and he was the weaker brother. She froze, eyes huge, when Hank pressed up close and personal. He ran his nose up the side of her neck, before giving her a little kiss.

“You’re right, bro, she does smell good,” Hank said, voice deep and drenched with lust. “She smells pretty enough to fuck.”

Hank turned away. He moved over to her chest of drawers, picked up her purse, and rifled through it.

“Hey! That’s personal. Leave my purse along, you big bully.”

“Don’t address my brother as ‘big bully,’” Jake said. “From now on, you refer to him and me as… Master.”

She stiffened, eyes incredulous.

“Wh-What?”

“She’s obviously the brains of the Patriot Duo,” Hank said. He pulled her wallet out, dropping to purse to spill its contents across the floor. The elder brother quickly found what he was looking for. “According to her driver’s license, this lovely eighteen year old blonde, blue-eyed caucasian is one Lynda Lynns.”

“Or better known as Patriot Girl, cunt extraordinaire,” Jake said. “Ms Patriot’s tittilicous sidecunt.”

“Let me guess, bro, emphasis is on cunt.” Hank laughed. “You have a limited way with words.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Lynda cried, and suddenly tried to break free. She failed miserably. “Help!”

Hank backhanded the hapless heroine. Without her power belt, Lynda couldn’t take such a powerful head blow. She slumped in Jake’s arms, knees rubbery and head lolling as she moaned in misery.

Jake threw her facedown on the bed, yanked off her pink thongs, and used them to bind her wrists behind her back. When she regained her wits moments later, Lynda began writhing on the bed as she struggled to free her wrists. Jake and Hank stared down at her shapely nude body and growled low and wantonly.

“Bro, I don’t think I can wait,” Jake whispered, voice coming out raspy.

“Me, either.” Hank grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair. “Spit-roasted sidecunt?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Hank yanked Lynda off the bed. Jake grabbed her well-rounded hips, fingers digging in painfully. She was forced to bend over at the waist, while Jake unzipped. Hank grinned at her when she looked up through tousled blonde hair with wild eyes.

“Don’t you dare, or else I’ll – Uggh!”

Jake’s thrust was suddenly and deep, cutting off the sexy sidekick’s pathetic little threat. Her eyes rolled up, and the blonde’s mind stilled for a moment. That cock was way too big for her own good. Oh, he stretched her out so well. It felt too good, and she hated how much she enjoyed that painful penetration.

Must be strong, she thought.

The stunned look on her face made Hank grin. Then he unzipped, pulling her big blue eyes to his crotch. Her jaw dropped when he pulled out his bitch tamer.

“Please, I can’t handle two at once.”

Hank combed his right hand deep into her silken locks. He massaged her scalp a moment, watching the play of emotions on her lovely face. But those glossy pink lips called to him, promising a warm, wet receptacle for his pleasure.

“Suck it, sideslut,” he said, and started rubbing his dick across her lips.

Jake pulled almost out of the beautiful woman at that time, paused, and then thrust back in even harder and deeper. Lynda grunted loudly, eyes rolling up, jaw dropping. Hank felt his cock stiffen even more as he stared at her glossy pink lips, formed in a perfect O. He’d never seen a sexier invitation.

His cock slowly penetrated her lips, pushing halfway down her tongue. Lynda gasped, groaned, and gave a little suck. Then she tried to pull back, but Jake was starting to pound that pussy hard and fast. Another low, wanton groan rattled out of her as her eyes fluttered closed and her body relaxed.

Too much, she thought. Too much.

Jake began thrusting, forcing his cock deeper with each stroke. His grin widened when he reached the back of her tongue and the sexy little thing started gagging. Lynda gagged and hacked every time he pushed past the back of her tongue, just making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But all good things ended, and she finally got control of her gag reflex. So he battered his way down into her throat.

“Ugggh,” she grunted, throat stretched out to the max.

That hurt. Her throat was not designed to stretch like that, at least not that much. But damn, the pain and degradation of it really stroked her dark, dark libido. Lynda tried to clamp down on her raging libido, her body getting so fluttery hot and melty inside. It was going badly fast. If they didn’t nut soon, and leave her alone for a while…

Thwack! Thwack!

Hank laughed. Jake had swatted her right butt cheek, then the left. Her meaty rump quivered so sexily.

Thwack! Thwack!

Hank stared at the young beauty’s quivering butt as his brother spanked her. The two brothers slowly fucked faster and faster. The hapless heroine grunted and groaned, wiggled and writhed. Her pendulous tits jostled and swung with the pounding. They slammed into her like madmen, Jake’s hips slapping her buttocks loudly.

Lynda lost control of her body. She barely hung onto her wits as they pushed her closer and closer to euphoria. Hot tears rolled down her red cheeks when she realized she really wasn’t going to be strong enough. She wasn’t going to outlast them after all.

And then her insides erupted with divine pleasure. Orgasmic waves washed through her body, head to toe. And she screamed mindlessly around that ginormous cock shoved down her throat.

“Aaaaggggh!”

“Fucking A!” Jake cried, head rolling back. “I am fucking Patriot Girl!”

He suddenly thrust all the way inside her and held it. She felt his hot cum flood her womb, which sent her libido over the top again. Lynda bucked and screamed as another shameful climax was forced out of her shapely, toned body.

“That’s how you do it, sweetheart,” Hank sneered.

He pulled out of her mouth, stroked his cock a few more times, and unleashed all over her face. Hot, viscous seed splashed across her forehead, across her nose and lips, dripped off her chin.

Hank stared at her, feeling so good about how everything was going down. He envisioned his cum splattered across Ms Patriot’s masked face. Then that vision morphed into Jennifer’s naked face covered in his cum.

“Let’s get her down into the Patriot Cave,” Hank said. “And then we’ll give Miss Jennifer Jade a little bootie call. It’s about to get a whole lot more interesting, bro.”