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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 14

Three days later…

“Aaaaggh!” Ms Patriot cried, another forced climax devastating the once feared super heroine.

She remained bent over, in the middle of the Patriot Cave. The robot stood behind her, holding onto her wrists as it thrust deep into her pussy. Endlessly fucking her. Patriot Girl stood before her, face-to-face, also bent over and getting fucked from behind by a robot.

“You are worthless fuck toy cunts,” the robots said in unison. “You are only good for fucking.”

Patriot Girl’s eyes rolled up. “Aaaagggh! I’m a worthless fuck toy cunt.”

“I am a worthless fuck toy cunt,” Ms Patriot said. “I will obey.”

Hank grinned at this little brother. “I think their brainwashing has gone well, don’t you?”

“I agree. And, to be honest, they aren’t good for anything but fuck toys,” Jake said. “Our fuck toys.”

The brothers smiled as they watched the robots fuck the two now former super heroines into puddles of obedient mush. Neither heroine had a second of rest or sleep since Ms Patriot’s capture early Sunday morning. Now it was Wednesday evening. The Curse had been working on their fragile egos and minds for over forty hours. Forty hours of fucking and programming. Forty hours of torment and glorious climaxes. Well, Jake and Hank had pulled them out a few times to party with them, which was more sex. Still, they seemed like they’d be willing to cooperate in anything now.

“Jennifer, are you listening?” Hank asked.

“Yes, Master. I listen and obey.”

“How do you feel about marrying me?” he asked. “No pre-nup. I take over all your wealth, and you give me power of attorney. You will remain my wife slash sex slave.”

“Anything you want, Master,” she gasped out, head lolling around. “I live to serve and please. I obey.”

“Lynda, do you want to marry me and be my wife slash sex slave?” Jake asked.

“Anything that pleases you, Master,” she gasped out. “I live to serve and please. I am yours.”

Hank used the controller to stop the program, “Tame and brainwash.”

The robots stopped thrusting, released the ex-heroine’s arms, and just stood there cock deep in their pussies. The brothers watched with wicked glee as the two busty beauties slowly rocked forward off the cocks, and collapsed to all fours.

“Girls,” Hank said, getting both of their attention. “Entertain us.”

“Yes, Master,” they whispered in unison, even as their lips parted and they stretched their necks out to kiss each other.

Ms Patriot felt her libido spike. Sex with her sister slavegirl was always a delight. Their sex was always soft and loving. So nice. And Patriot Girl kissed so sweetly.

The raven-haired beauty opened the blonde teen’s mouth with her own, thrusting in her tongue. Patriot Girl moaned in pleasure, her tongue coming out to engage. Their arms encircled, and naked, sweaty tits squashed together as they hugged and kissed. That lasted a while, before Ms Patriot started kissing her way down her former sidekick’s neck.

“Oh, yes. So nice,” Patriot Girl whispered, head lolling.

Ms Patriot smothered the young woman’s tits with kisses, before she nibbled and sucked on erect nipples. She quickly had Patriot Girl gasping, writhing, wiggling within her arms. Her libido spiked, insides turning white hot. The busty slavegirl’s pussy throbbed with achy need as she slowly kissed and nibbled her way down the blonde’s taut and tone belly.

Forcing Patriot Girl onto her back, Ms Patriot pushed her thighs apart. She buried her face, licking that hot, messy cunt. It was sloppy wet with hours and hours of girl cum, which the raven-maned beauty lapped up hungrily. And then she ate out her fellow slavegirl’s pussy like there was no tomorrow.

“Aaagggh!” Patriot Girl cried. “Yes. Yes.”

Grinning, Ms Patriot pushed one leg straight up, and pressed up close. Their eyes locked as Ms Patriot started grinding her pussy against Patriot Girl’s cunt. Their passion spiked as they tribbed, grinding away like horning minxes. All Ms Patriot wanted to do was please the men, her masters, and give her friend pleasure doing so.

“Oh baby, baby, baby,” Ms Patriot whispered. “You are so beautiful.”

Hank and Jake set up a folding table while the two beauties fucked. They rolled over a chair, and then placed papers on the table.

“Ooooo,” Ms Patriot moaned, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure spiked, bringing her thoughts to a still. So Patriot Girl pushed Ms Patriot to her back and ground against her pussy for a while. “Oooooh, baby. Just like that.”

Patriot Girl redoubled her efforts, desperate to make the other slavegirl come. Ms Patriot usually dominated, making her come most of the time. This time Patriot Girl wanted to give as good as she got, so put everything she knew into giving Ms Patriot maximum pleasure. Soon she had her own clit rubbing all over Ms Patriot’s sensitive nub.

“Aaaagghh!” Ms Patriot screamed. “Oh yes. That’s how you do it, babygirl.”

“You look so sexy fucking each other,” Hank said. “Now I want a piece of the action. Come here, Ms Patriot.”

“Oh Master. Oh Master,” she cried, crawling toward him. “Sit down and I will suck your dick. You like it when I suck your dick, don’t you, Master?”

“I do.” He stopped her, grabbing her face with both hands. Hank kissed her. “Who's my little cum-slut? Who's my little cum-slut?”

“I’m your little cum-slut, Master,” she giggled. “I’m all yours, body and heart.”

“Yes you are,” he said, and then pulled her up into his lap.

Instead of making her straddle his lap like she usually did, while they fucked. Hank made her sit with her back to him. Then he impaled her.

“Oooh, Master. Reverse cowgirl,” she whispered happily.

While Patriot Girl crawled up to Jake, knelt, and started sucking him off, Hank rolled the chair over behind the desk. Ms Patriot ignored it, eyes closed as she bounced up and down his cock. He’d never seen anyone who loved fucking more than that former super heroine. She was working out as a slavegirl far better than he’d hoped.

“Guess who is about to sign the papers on the table and give me power of attorney over everything she owns?”

“Me, Master?”

“That’s correct,” he said. “Now sign those documents. And then we’ll start getting ready to elope. No pre-nup needed, right?”

“I don’t need anything, Master. I just want to obey and please.”

Hank watched Jennifer Jade, AKA Ms Patriot, sign one and all documents without hesitation or even reading anything. Nothing mattered to her but pleasing him. Hank grinned, his excitement spiking. He’d just made the greatest score of his life: The Jade Billions!

Standing and forcing Ms Patriot atop the table, Hank cried out in triumph as he slammed into her hard and fast. She gasped and grunted, shaking her head and kicking her stiletto heeled feet. And then Ms Patriot screamed in orgasmic glory, and that made him release.

“Fuck yes! I win! I win every fucking thing!”