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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 11

Lynda’s eyes cracked open. She lay naked on the cold tile floor of the Patriot Cave. Her throat still ached, and her pussy continued to throb. There was still a little tingle in her belly, as well. Yeah, they fucked her long and hard. But the fools were overconfident.

They were sitting at Ms Patriot’s favorite workstation, using the voice synthesizer to call Jennifer at work. Worse, they’d forced her to help them tap into Jennifer’s conference call. Now they had unfettered access to her beloved mentor, and the Biggs Brothers were taking full advantage of it.

She listened to them force Jennifer to expose her tits, and then to start masturbating. Lynda understood the danger there. There was no way Jennifer was recovered from the previous night’s setback. Neither one of them were, in fact. So they could break her a lot easier than they realized.

I have to do something, and fast.

She twisted her right wrist, and then pulled her left hand hard. The thong was tight around her tiny wrists, but not tight enough. Men constantly underestimated women. They didn’t understand how much easier it was to slip handcuffs and bindings with their smaller hand-to-wrist ratio. And Lynda’s left hand pulled free.

As Jennifer’s soft moans and cries drifted out of the phone’s speaker, Lynda rolled to all fours and looked around. There was nothing she could use to take the enhanced brothers out. Hank was too strong and Jake too fast for her unpowered body to deal with.

Time for Patriot Girl to save the day, she thought.

Lynda slipped off the pink stiletto pumps, leaving them on the floor where the brothers left her. She quickly ran to the elevator on silent bare feet. The car was waiting, so she jumped inside and hit the top button. The elevator rose swiftly up to their super heroine dressing room.

“That ought to contain them,” she said, locking the elevator at the top position.

She ran to her vanity, and immediately cringed back from the mirror. Lynda hadn’t realized there was so much cum on her face, and it was half-dried now. So she quickly washed her face. After pulling her long, blonde hair up in bouncy pigtails, she pulled on her red, white, and blue stars and stripes bikini. Then her red knee boots went on next, followed by her choker and opera gloves. Finally, she glued the blue mask to her face.

“Now it’s time to show those boys who they are dealing with,” she said. Lynda snapped the golden power belt around her flaring hips. “I am Patriot Girl!”

The sexiest tingle washed through her body, and she felt some super strength well up within. She wasn’t even close to full-strength, but much stronger than without the belt. Plus, her power belt still provided enhanced healing and protection from bullets. With a smile, she moved over to another hidden door, and accessed the emergency stairs. They were spiral stairs hewn out of the living rock, and they made her feel just a little claustrophobic and creeped out. Ms Patriot did have the walls painted white, with red steps and a sky blue ceiling.

Round and round Patriot Girl went, racing down the spiraling stairs as fast as she could without getting dizzy. It was a long way down to the Patriot Cave too. At least she wasn’t going up the stairs.

I always prefer going down, she thought, and then paused. Poor choice of words.

Patriot Girl exited the stairs in a small storage room, away from seeking eyes. She heard the Biggs Brothers immediately, cussing up a storm, blaming each other for her escape. So she eased out of the storage room, looked around the vast underground facility, and found the brothers at the elevator. Like fools, they were just pressing the call button over and over. They should’ve figured it out long before now.

The busty blonde grinned with evil intent, and charged them. Without a word of warning, Patriot Girl body-checked Jake into the wall, and then spun into a roundhouse to Hank’s face. Jake bounced off the wall with a surprised grunt, but remained standing on wobbly knees. Hank was completely flipped over by the power of her kick, and just lay face down on the floor at her red-booted feet.

“This is what justice served feels like, boys,” Patriot Girl snarled, and kicked Jake in the chin. “Bang! Two more morons bite the dust.”

She looked up and around. I hope the security cameras are on and caught that. Ms Patriot will be so proud of how quick and efficiently I took both of them down.

Patriot Girl moved to Hank first. She knelt with a knee between his shoulder blades, and pulled the unconscious man’s arms back, crossed his wrists, and secured them with a zip tie. Then she tie-wrapped his ankles. Standing, she looked down upon the eldest Biggs Brother and grinned.

“Tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

“We’re going to tie your skanky ass up on Thanksgiving, Patriot Slut,” Jake said, voice drenched in pain. He rolled to all fours, shaking his head. “I’m going to stuff – ”

The pigtailed heroine rushed the younger Biggs Brother. He cried out, and rolled to the side. Patriot Girl cut sharply, going after him. She had to bind his wrists and legs before he came to his senses well enough to put up a fight.

Jake stopped rolling, and reversed direction. She wasn’t ready for that move, and he rolled through her legs, sending the busty blonde crashing to the floor. Patriot Girl rolled to her feet without hesitation, but Jake gained his feet at the same time.

He wobbled, still looking half-dazed. Yeah, she hit him pretty hard. He probably had a concussion. The thought made her smile.

“You’re hurt, Jake. Relax. Another blow to the head could be quite dangerous,” she said soothingly as she crept toward him. “Relax. Sit down. Let me take care of you.”

“Shut up, whore,” he snapped, vicious eyes locking on her. “I’m going to fuck you up.”

“Not helpful,” she chided him playfully. That just seemed to piss him off more. Perfect.

Jake lunged at her, throwing a wild haymaker. Patriot Girl easily avoided his punch, gave him a shove, and watched him stagger to the wall. Then he looked at her with worried eyes for a split second, before looking off into the main cave.

And he took off running. Not as fast as the usual blur, but many times faster than the sidekick could run. She gave chase, now worried he would just run down the tunnel and escape.

He knows mine and Jennifer’s secret!

If Jake escaped, she and her beloved mentor were toast. He would either blackmail them into submission from afar, or just tell the world that Jennifer Jade and Lynda Lynns were Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl. Either way they’d end up in shallow graves or forced into sexual slavery.

Unfortunately, knowing and understanding that danger didn’t add any speed to her legs. She could never match Jake in the speed department. But instead of racing down and out of the tunnel, the younger brother ran over to the training table. Odd that. She wondered what he was thinking, until he picked up the controller for the robots.

“What? No, leave that alone,” she cried.

The two robots stood in the middle of the training sparring area, face-to-face. Jake turned them on, and they turned to face him. He quickly tapped out what he wanted, as she closed with him at full speed. Patriot Girl focused on the frantic hoodlum, with the robots twenty feet beyond him. She saw things start to happen on the laptop’s monitor on the table before Jake, as well.

What the hell is he trying to do?

Didn’t matter, Patriot Girl was right there. She dove into that last few feet separating her from Jake’s back. And he blurred away. Suddenly, the busty blonde was plowing into the folding table, sending the laptop and other equipment flying. For what seemed an eternity, she tumbled across the floor with table, chairs, laptop, and speakers.

Yeah, it hurt.

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame,” two familiar robotic voices said in unison.

“Of shit,” she muttered.

Patriot Girl rolled to one knee and looked around. The two robots were coming at her fast from the left, with Jake grinning with wicked glee to her right. Every inch of her shapely body ached, but she was recovering super fast.

Knowing she had little or no chance against the robots while at only half her usual super strength, Patriot Girl charged Jake. He just shook his head, and blurred away at the last second. Patriot Girl smashed into the wall, bouncing off, staggering back a few steps and falling back onto her butt.

“Ooooh, that hurt even more.”

“It seems you are faster than the robots,” Jake said. “But if I remember correctly, as a sidekick your belt only provides half the super strength of Ms Patriot.”

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.”

Patriot Girl locked eyes with the wicked man. He tapped on the controller, and then winked at her.

“Oh, look at that. The robots are at full strength, which is double your super strength,” Jake said. He tapped something else. “Oh my! Did I accidently give them super speed, too?”

“No!” she cried, eyes huge. “Don’t do that! You don’t understand what they will – ”

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.”

That’s all Patriot Girl had time to say. The robots surged at her. She squawked, and dove between them. The robots stopped and looked around, while she rolled back to her booted feet and charged Jake. She heard the robot’s coming after her a second later, so prayed she had enough of a lead to reach Jake before they caught her.

I have to get that controller!

Jake ignored her, face buried in the controller as she closed with them.

“No!” she screamed when he blurred away to her right. The shapely sidekick tried to cut that way too sharply. Her ankle turned, and the young beauty fell off her stiletto heels. Hit the ground hard. “Stay away from me!”

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.”

The robots slowed just before they reached her, so Patriot Girl leapt into a flying kick. She wanted to knock one down, so she could deal with them one at a time. But the robot dodged out of the way super fast, and then lunged back in to shove her hard. Patriot Girl landed flat on her back ten feet away. And then Jake blurred as he charged her, coming to a stop between her legs.

He hauled off and kicked her in the pussy.

“Aaaiiieee!” she cried, sitting up as she clutched her brutalized girlie bits.

“Subdue. Subjugate. Tame.”

“No. Wait!”

Too late. The robots each grabbed an arm, yanking the sidekick to her booted feet. And then the robot on her right pounded a fist into her belly, doubling the young beauty up over his fist. The other then brought an elbow down into her kidney.

“Aaaiiee!”

Patriot Girl sagged, held up by the robots. The pain radiating through her shapely body brought all thoughts to a stop while her power belt sent out healing. But then Jake zipped around behind her, unfastened her power belt, and pulled it off her waist.

“Heroine subdued,” one of the robots said.

“Subjugate and tame,” the other said.

Jake barked a laugh. “Now it gets fun, Patriot Pussy.”

He tapped on the controller’s screen, making selections. Changing the parameters that the robots operated under.

“Acknowledge,” the robots said in unison. “Fuck the heroine. Double penetration. Acknowledged.”

“What? No acknowledge! Don’t acknowledge that!”

Before she knew what was happening, the robots ripped off her bikini costume. Then she was lifted up as one of the robot’s cock telescoped out. Her eyes rounded seeing the length and girth of it. Was it that big last time? Looked bigger.

“Uggh!” she cried, head rocking back and eyes incredulous. That massive rubber cock stretched her little hole out to the very max. She thought he would rip her in two. Her back bowed, and she cried out as he started forcing her up and down his shaft, pushing deeper and deeper. “Holy shit! Too big!”

It took a few minutes for the robot to completely sheath his dick inside her pussy. By that time Patriot Girl’s head was spinning. Her body sang, while her pussy throbbed and ached around his massiveness.

“Oh. My. God.”

And then the other robot pressed up behind her.

“Jake! Call him off! Please,” she cried. “I’ll do anything you ask! Please, please… Uggh!”

Yeah, Jake didn’t call him off. The second robot penetrated her anus, cutting off her pleas for mercy. Patriot Girl’s eyes rolled up into her head, as her spectacular body bounced, jiggled, and jostled between the two frantic robots. They pounded into her like men possessed, but it was just good programming.

Patriot Girl’s entire world shrank down to those two robotic cocks, sliding in and out of her two most sensitive orifices. So intense. It felt like they were fucking the same hole after a short while. Both were so big, so overwhelming. Her body overheated, insides melting to a fluttering hot mess. At the same time, her mind grew completely still. No thoughts interrupted the hedonistic bliss of being double penetrated.

“Patriot Girl, this is your life from this moment on.”