Ms Patriot: Training Aids (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 12

Midnight, Saturday night…

Jennifer braked, coming to a slow stop halfway down the block. The downtown street was completely empty of life. She paused a moment, knowing that the Biggs Brothers could be waiting in ambush. They already knew her and Lynda’s big secret, so were poised to utterly destroy them. Would a million dollars really satisfy them?

Maybe for a few months to a year, she thought. But they will be back.

Blowing through a million dollars was a lot easier than most people realized. But it wasn’t easy to pull that much cash together on a Saturday.

My ordeal is nothing compared to what Lynda must’ve gone through today.

To help inspire her best efforts, the Biggs Brothers sent pictures and short camera phone videos of their violation of her sexy apprentice. At first it was pictures of them reaming out all three orifices. Then she was dressed up as Patriot Girl, bound tightly, getting it hard and nasty. The last message came with a short clip of one of the brothers jacking off in Patriot Girl’s already cum-slathered face.

Bile scalded Jennifer’s throat at the memory. The videos showed the evil glee the brothers had debasing that beautiful young woman. But hopefully, the million dollar payoff will free Lynda and her for at least a few months. That will give them the time necessary to formulate a plan of action for when the brothers came back demanding more money to keep their secret.

“Justice will prevail, but might be a little delayed,” she muttered.

Body tense, Jennifer slipped out of her idling car. She popped the trunk, pulled out a heavy suitcase full of money, and stuffed it into the roadside trashcan. Wedged it in, really. Yeah, she wasn’t going to make it too easy for them. And it all went down exactly at midnight per her instructions. And then she got back behind the wheel and drove away. The brothers said she could go home after dropping off the money, and that they would free Lynda somewhere in the city, but not to her directly.

But waiting for bad guys to follow through on their promises wasn’t her way.

Jennifer whipped into a dark alley at the edge of downtown. She popped the trunk, and quickly changed into Ms Patriot. Then she took off running back to the drop-off site. The busty heroine quickly found the closest alley, peeked around the corner, and waited for the brothers to show up. She didn’t have long to wait.

Lynda’s red BMW convertible came around the corner. The top was up, but she could just make out three dark shapes inside. The small figure in the backseat had to be Patriot Girl. Full red lips curled up into a smile.

“Perfect.”

The BMW cruised up slowly. The driver’s side window was down, so she got a good view of Hank behind the wheel. Then he braked next to the trashcan and popped the trunk. Jake surged out of the passenger side, running up to look into the trashcan.

“Pay dirt!” the younger Biggs cried.

Hank turned to watch his little brother struggling to get the heavy suitcase out. Ms Patriot saw her opening. She took off running as fast as she could, straight at the driver’s door.

“Hurry up,” Hank shouted.

“I’m trying,” Jake replied. “This stupid suitcase is too big for this can.”

“I know!” Ms Patriot cried. Gently bumping into the car as she came to a stop beside Hank. A quick peek into the backseat found Patriot Girl in full costume, but bound and gagged. “That worked out better than I hoped.”

Ms Patriot reached in super fast, unlocked Hank’s seatbelt, and then yanked him out through the window. Before he could wrap his mind around what was happening, the busty heroine pounded three super-powered punches into his belly, and then smashed an elbow across his nose. The elder Biggs dropped like a sack of potatoes.

“One down, one to – Uggh!”

Hank proved he was down, but not out. He cut her braggadocio off by surging to his knees and pounding a super-strong punch to her pussy. That low blow cleared Ms Patriot’s mind of all thought for a second. Then she countered with a knee to his face. Hank rolled away with the strike, and back to his feet. Not as steady as he’d like, but still he squared off with the shapely super heroine.

“Big mistake, Ms Sloppy Pussy.”

She froze, staring. “What? I can’t… Aaagh. You are such a vile little man!”

Ms Patriot kicked at his head, but Hank ducked and swung at her face. She blocked that punch, and followed with a thrusting kick to his chest. That knocked him back against the BMW. And then Jake came running around the back of the car, suitcase in hand.

As she turned to deal with Jake, Hank lunged at her. His right punch missed when she leaned back, so he swept his hand down and seized her corset top right between her boobs.

“Don’t do it!” she cried.

He did it. Hank yanked down with all his superhuman strength, and ripped the corset off her body. Instinct kicked in, and Ms Patriot crossed her arms over her naked tits. Jake arrived, and smashed the suitcase up side her head. That sent her reeling backwards across the street.

Jake blurred past her, getting behind the shapely heroine. Ms Patriot twisted around to face him, stumbling in her haste. And Jake swung the suitcase again, smashing her face to the right with brutal force.

“Ugh!” she cried, suddenly sent stumbling back toward the BMW and Hank. He pounded an uppercut to her chin, snapping Ms Patriot’s head back. Black and white exploded behind her eyes. “Ooooooh.”

“You won’t be needing this anymore,” Jake said straight into her ear from behind. She felt his hands at the small of her back, and a second later her power belt was unfastened and pulled away. He tossed it to the side. “And now you are depowered, beaten, and helpless. You are ours to play with like Patriot Girl.”

Jake easily pulled her arms back and held her wrists crossed. Ms Patriot struggled with all her might, but without her power belt she was no match for even a regular man. Then Hank pressed up against her, palming the back of her head. Her jaw dropped when he came in for a kiss.

“You belong to us, Ms Patriot,” Hank said, and claimed her lips.

Ms Patriot struggled, tried to turn her face away, but Hank was too strong. Hell, Jake was too strong for her depowered body. Her struggles got Hank more excited, and soon his big, rough free hand was all over her tits and ass. But then he gave her an opportunity…

“Aaaiiee! You bitch!” Hank screamed, jerking back his bloody mouth. “She bit my lip.”

“That wasn’t very nice, was it,” Jake said. “Slavegirls are supposed to be sweet and giving.”

“Exactly,” Hank said, hand still palming the back of her head.

Jake spun her around so that Ms Patriot found herself facing the left front fender of the car. And Hank used his super strength to SLAM her face into it. Twice. Her knees buckled and her head started to spin, darkness threatening on all sides.

Ms Patriot was pushed over on top of the hood, legs hanging off the side. She felt her star-spangled costume bottoms pulled down and off. And then big hands pulled her butt cheeks apart.

“It’s a beautiful sight, bro,” Hank said. He guided his cock to her slick, wet folds. “I was only taunting her before, but this bitch is sopping wet.”

Ms Patriot moaned in protest, feeling his massive glans pressing against her pussy lips, spreading them wide, and then pressing up against her entrance. That big helmet-headed monster then penetrated and pushed deep inside her. Her head came up, back bowing, as he stretched her tightness wider and wider.

“Ugggh! Too big,” she gasped out.

“Funny, that was what Patriot Slut said.” He looked at his brother. “Maybe I do have a monster sized cock, bro. I don’t know, maybe I should go into porn.”

“Maybe you should get out of the way if you want to yap instead of fuck.”

“Cold, bro. Cold.”

Hank turned his full attention on Ms Patriot, slamming into her hard and fast. He quickly pushed deeper, until he was completely sheathed inside her. And then he went to town, hips slapping against her meaty butt cheeks. Grabbing a fistful of silky black hair, he randomly yanked her head back, making her squeak and groan.

Ms Patriot’s now free hands clawed at the car, her mind in chaos. That monster cock was rocking her world. The heroine’s tight pussy tightened even more around his girth, intensifying her pleasure tenfold. Soon, her insides got all hot and fluttery, and quickly melted into a hot mess.

She began kicking her red-booted feet in the air. Ms Patriot struggled to keep her pleasure at bay. Her thoughts were too jumbled and chaotic, while her body sang. She wiggled and bucked, crying out in pleasure and distress.

“Somebody please help me,” she whispered, eyes glazed over. “Too good. Can’t take it.”

“I think the Curse of the Valkyrie is about to drag this slut down into happy town,” Hank said. He started to thrust faster, slamming into her butt louder. “Just a few more minutes before her brain melts.”

“Help,” she whispered.

“Ms Patriot is on the verge of becoming a full-time fuck toy,” Jake said. “Put that super bitch in her place, bro! And then I’ll seal the deal.”

His words sank in. Her mind cleared for a second, seeing how precarious her emotional state was at the moment. Jake might not be wrong, but one climax rarely tamed a super heroine. It’d have to be a really big climax, and hers was building pretty big.

“I will not submit!” she cried.

Hank grunted, and unleashed his seed. She felt the liquidy warmth deep inside, and that sucked the air out of her lungs. And then her core convulsed, sending out waves of orgasmic bliss.

“Aaaaaggh!”

“Fucking A, bro,” Jake cried. “You made her scream her climax. Now it’s my turn.”

Ms Patriot relaxed completely, body limp and vulnerable. She lay heavily upon the hood, side of her face pressed into the hot metal. Hank slowly pulled out, followed by a gush of their comingled cum flowing down her inner thighs and into her boots.

Disgusting, she thought.

Jake grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her over to face him. That left her leaning against the car, looking up into Jake’s triumphant face. She cut a look over at her golden power belt, lying in the middle of the street. Yeah, they should’ve secured that in the trunk or something.

“Oh man, I am so going to enjoy this,” Jake sneered.

“Oh?” she asked. “Are you that much of a masochist?”

“What does that mean?”

Ms Patriot brought her knee up between his legs. Jake’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out. He turned a deep shade of red, and slowly fell back away from her. Hank was putting the suitcase in the trunk at the moment.

The shapely heroine lunged toward the power belt. Her knees proved weak and wobbly, but she managed to make it far enough to fall atop the belt. She immediately started to roll away, while she wrapped the belt around her waist. Super power infused her body the instant she snapped it closed, but not as much as usual. That forced climax stole too much of her pent up sexual frustrations.

Super fast healing heated up her body immediately, blunting the pain a lot. That allowed her to regain her feet and face off with Hank. He froze beside his brother.

“Fuck this,” Hank said, and shoved his brother into the backseat. “We’re outta here, bro!”

“Stop!” Ms Patriot screamed as he burned rubber escaping. “You have to give me Patriot Girl!”

She ran after the red BMW, exposed tits flopping all over the place, but even empowered she couldn’t run that fast. And her car was too far away. They quickly vanished into the night.