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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 13

“Worst day of my life,” Jennifer grumbled as she passed through Jade Manor’s main gate. She was back in her work clothes for the drive home. But not for long. “I have to find Patriot Girl. If those two morons go back on their word and keep her, I swear I will…”

Her face heated up. That ill-advised attempt to rescue her friend and apprentice, while capturing the Biggs Brothers at the same time, blew up in her face. Now they might use that as an excuse to keep Patriot Girl as their personal plaything, or sell her to human traffickers. Or sell her to a pimp just to be spiteful.

Parking in the garage, she paused to stare morosely at the empty space where Lynda’s car should be sitting. Shaking her head woefully, eaten up with shame, Jennifer hurried upstairs. She went straight into her secret dressing room and put on her Ms Patriot costume. A fresh costume, since the Biggs Brothers destroyed her other corset top.

Once she was suited up, Ms Patriot took the elevator down to the Patriot Cave. This was a job for a super heroine, not a billionaire businesswoman. The Patriot Crime Computers would help her figure out what the brothers will do next. She hoped. Mostly, she prayed the brothers called her with word of where they stashed her sidekick. Or at least call and demand more money for breaking the rules.

“They might just tell the world our secret identities,” she muttered as the elevator sped downward. “But then they couldn’t milk me for more and more money. My future, everything, depends on them being too greedy to expose me to the world.”

It was her only chance.

Ms Patriot strode off the elevator with confidence and purpose. She would make things happen. The Biggs Brothers would not win. They would pay for their crimes, after she wiped their minds of her secret. But first, she had to find them.

“The police are watching the Sunset Motel. So they can’t go there,” she said, thinking out loud. “So they have to find a new bolt hole? They seem to like being in or near Sugar Town. I’ll start by checking all of the motels in and around the red light district.”

She glanced at the Patriot Mobile. It waited upon the carousel. The computers were all on and running. Both training robots standing side-by-side in the sparring area.

The busty beauty stopped and stared at the robots. She distinctly remembered putting them back in their alcove after that last session. Did Patriot Girl use them again without her there to supervise? But it was hard to be mad, considering the situation.

She pushed the robots out of her mind, turning to her main workstation. Sitting in the comfortable gamer chair Patriot Girl introduced her to, Ms Patriot began typing. Pulling up programs, and getting them running on the parameters she inputted. She started a search of print, TV, and web-based news sites to see if there was anything helpful about the Biggs Brothers in the last 24-hours.

A tiny noise made her look up and around. She was still alone, with no movement or sign of life. Then she noticed the robots. Are they closer?

Ms Patriot started to stand, but one of her searches beeped. Her full attention returned to the monitor. There was a local channel with a story of the brothers, but it talked about how they were the bane of super heroines in other cities. Never Grimme City. Nothing she didn’t already know.

She looked up, cutting her eyes over to the robots. “They are definitely closer.”

Her blood ran cold. Did Patriot Girl forget to turn them off? The robots could be rather insidious. Indeed, she needed to discuss reprogramming them with Professor Payne. They were half again cleverer than many of the criminals they dealt with on the mean streets.

Her masked eyes cut to the training table and laptop. The controller was NOT on the table. Where was it? Where possibly would Patriot Girl leave it if not on that table where it belonged?

Breathing shallowly, Ms Patriot looked around for the electronic pad. She had to find it before the robots figured out that she understood the situation.

Would they? Could they even fathom hiding the controller?

Ms Patriot stood up and looked around. She moved slowly, not looking directly at the robots, but keeping them within her field of view. Moving around the work stations, she searched for the controller. Her heart rate steadily increased as she failed to locate it. It wasn’t looking good.

I was fucked senseless yesterday and then again overnight, she thought. My pent up sexual frustrations are low, so I’m nowhere near as strong as I should be. I don’t have the time, patience, or strength to deal with those stupid robots.

Her head filled with memories of her first setback with Biggs Brothers Friday, then her humiliating forced masturbation Saturday morning. Her setback a few hours back when Hank banged her brains numb didn’t help, either.

Sunday morning is starting out looking worse and worse.

The robots suddenly came alive, standing up and locked their visual scanners on her. She dropped low, arms thrown wide, baby blues huge. And then a sound behind her echoed through the Patriot Cave. Male laughter.

“Oops, we did it again,” Jake sang. “We caught your ass and are about to put it in a sling. Because we’re just not that innocent.”

Ms Patriot whirled around to find the Biggs Brothers standing behind the Patriot Mobile. Grinning at her. Hank held up the robots’ controller.

“Looking for this, Sugar Tits?”

Her jaw dropped. How did they find the Patriot Cave? Did Patriot Girl tell them? Where was her sidekick? And then the robots started marching toward her.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re playing the best game ever,” Hank said. “It’s called, capture, subjugate, and tame the sexy super heroine.”

“Are you out of your minds?”

The robots said, “Capture. Subjugate. Tame.”

And she didn’t have any more time to think about the brothers. Two robots took off running. They split up, coming around either side of the equipment between her and them. She waited for them to commit, and then she jumped up on the desk, using it to propel herself up and over the workstations. The robots stopped, turned around, and charged back around after her. Ms Patriot raced toward the elevator, but one of them turned up the speed and streak ahead super fast. The other was right behind her, so she couldn’t stop to reconsider her next action. Instead, she veered away and straight at the Biggs Brothers.

“Capture. Subjugate. Tame.”

I have to take that controller away from them!

With the controller in hand, she could turn the robots’ attention on the brothers. Let them see what it was like.

The Biggs Brothers remained in place, side-by-side, despite seeing the coming threat. Hank tapped away at the controller, but she wasn’t sure what he was trying to do. Didn’t really want to find out the hard way, either. So she put all she had into reaching them before the robots caught her.

“Capture. Subjugate. Tame.”

“I will END YOU!” Ms Patriot screamed as she bore down on them.

They remained perfectly still, staring at her approach. And then she was upon them, and Jake grabbed Hank’s arm and yanked him to the side. Ms Patriot slammed into the side of her car.

“UGH!”

Oh that hurt. And then massive hands seized her shoulder and hair, yanking Ms Patriot back away from the car. She braced for a punch in the side or belly, but the robot flung her away instead. Not expected, and she thought she’d gotten away. That was until she found herself facing the other robot, who pounded a fist into her unprotected belly.

“Ooofff!”

All of her wind exploded out. The desperate masked vigilante dropped to all fours, gasping for breath. It then ripped her corset top off her body.

“Capture. Subjugate. Tame.”

The robot grabbed the back of her neck, keeping the desperately gasping heroine still and in place. The other robot arrived, and ripped off her costume bottoms. She felt the cool air on her now hot and wet pussy.

“Oh no, not again.”

“Capture. Subjugate. Tame.”

While one robot pulled her arms back, before twisting them up between her shoulder blades, and then holding them in place with a viselike grip, the other robot squatted behind her. Her heart sank into her stomach when the second robot grabbed her hips, and then thrust into her from behind.

“Ugggh! Ugggh! This is not right!”

“If this isn’t right, Ms P, then I wanna be wrong,” Hank laughed.

The robot’s cock was so big. So damned big. The pain paralyzed her for a moment, while he slammed in deeper and deeper. Ms Patriot wiggled and writhed, back bowing. She shook her head in disbelief.

“Look at you, looking so cute and pretty,” Jake sneered, stepping up next to her head. “Pretty enough to… Fuck.”

“You …won’t get…away…with this,” she gasped out in sync with the robot’s thrusts.

Jake dropped to one knee to fondle her dangling tits as Hank joined them, leading Patriot Girl on a leash. The poor sidekick’s arms were tied behind her back, a hobble chain stretched between her ankles, and a ball-gag stuffed in her mouth. She looked so miserable and defeated.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Ms Patriot grunted, feeling her insides change. So hot and nasty down there. Her core throbbed with need. “Ugh. Ugh. Oooooh.”

Jake pinching, pulling, and twisting her uber sensitive nipples didn’t help. He sent the most amazing sensations spiraling into her oversexed body. Ms Patriot’s baby blues fluttered closed as she moaned and groaned, focused on that robotic dick pistoning out of her nonstop. He literally was a machine.

“It never ceases to amaze just how much these super cunts enjoy getting reamed out,” Hank said. He waved at Ms Patriot. “Have at her, Bro. That super mouth is talented.”

“Mercy,” she gasped out. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything. Please, mercy.”

“How about all of your billions?” Hank asked.

“I would,” she said. “But it’s not that easy. There are safeguards in place.”

“Always an excuse,” Jake said. “Shut up, skank.”

Jake shifted around and grabbed her head, turned it to the side, and thrust in. Ms Patriot never hesitated. She immediately started sucking.

“I love it when they finally turn into sex maniacs.”

He filled her mouth completely, thrusting like a man possessed while the robot reamed her out so well. Soon, all thoughts vanished from her head. It was just those two cocks. Nothing else mattered. And then heaven exploded deep within.

“Aaaagggh! Yes! Yes!”

The robot never hesitated. It just continued thrusting. A machine programmed to capture, subjugate, and tame. She’d already been captured and subjugated. Now they were in the process of taming the once proud super heroine.

This is how it ends, she thought in misery. Both of us reduced to fuck meat.