Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem (Chapter 14) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 14

Rap music filled the air, loud and aggressive. Ms Patriot stood facing the wall: tall, chin high, back slightly bowed, and feet shoulder width apart. Her wrists were secured in steel manacles, with a length of chain allowing her to rest her splayed hands over her butt cheeks. Justice Girl stood in the exact same pose to her left. The two heroines were masked, wearing only their costume opera gloves and thigh boots.

Shiny steel collars encircled their slender necks.

They were down in the former Patriot Cave, what Darius had dubbed “Porn Central.” Their masters had set up a “bedroom stage” with king-sized bed, cameras, and stage lighting. Computers formerly used to fight crime were being used to film and edit super heroine porn videos. All of the clothes from the women’s closets had been brought down and hung on makeshift racks, now only used to dress the two beauties up for those porn videos.

The men were setting up the cameras around the BDSM dungeon they’d set up down there, just twenty feet to the right of the bedroom stage. Ms Patriot was pretty sure she’d be the one being bound and fucked in the coming video, but they might force her to play the dominatrix. Sixty percent of the videos they were forced to perform in were girl-on-girl, usually with some aspect of kink. But then, both women might be subs while one or more of their masters used and abused them on camera. Did it really matter anymore?

Darius and the other men were only wearing boxers. They had a bowl of little blue pills, because any or all of them could be called up at any time to join the girls. But like the two heroines, they always wore masks. In their case, it was the head encasing luchador mask. Each Lycra mask had a different color and design.

“How much time before we go live?” Darius asked.

Justice Girl gasped next to her. Ms Patriot’s breath caught. They’d never done anything live on camera. What were their masters planning?

“Five minutes,” Hector said.

The two heroines covertly glanced at each other. She saw her own fear reflected in Justice Girl’s eyes. Then Ms Patriot cut her eyes over to the elevator, but was that a path to freedom? She was depowered, her willpower all but broken. After three weeks of constant sex and abuse, she felt an overwhelming need to make her masters happy. Obeying them to the letter made them the happiest. Yet, she knew it could not end well for her.

“Come,” Teddy said, grabbing Ms Patriot by the right nipple.

The vanquished masked vigilante had no choice but to go. He led her over to a bondage station, but then pushed her back against the wall. Then he locked a spreader bar to her ankles. Bobby joined him then, and while Teddy bound Ms Patriot’s tits so tightly they mushroomed out, Bobby wrapped his rope around her narrow waist, and then down between her legs. He passed that rough rope between her nether lips, deep up into her slit. A knot was pressed against her clit, which she felt profoundly. And then Teddy put super tight nipple clamps on her distressed tits, while Bobby finished by forcing a bright red ball gag into her mouth, buckling it around her head.

“All you have to do, Ms Pussylicioius, is stand here and look pretty for the camera,” Bobby said.

Ms Patriot looked around. Five cameras pointed at her. Surely they weren’t going to go live with her just standing there, as kinky and salacious as it was? Then she saw Hector grab a fistful of Justice Girl’s hair, forced her to bend way over, and they walked the heroine to the spot before her.

Ms Patriot and Justice Girl stood five feet apart staring worriedly at each other. Was it going to be a kinky S&M scene with the blonde dominating her? Looked like it, until Hector forced the busty blonde to the floor, belly down. Then he quickly tied her wrists to her ankles.

“We go live in sixty seconds,” Darius called.

Hector was the sole man to strip. All he had to do was drop his boxers. Ms Patriot’s breath caught at the sight of his erection. Drool really started to fill her mouth at the sight of it. Countless memories of sucking that dick filled her head, then of how he plowed her pussy and ass with it. Hector also love, love, loved to titty fuck her.

While Teddy and Bobby checked each of the five cameras one last time, adjusting the aim of two of them, Darius tapped away at a laptop. And then Darius started a countdown.

“And we are live in five, four, three, two, one!”

Hogtied, Justice Girl was dragged up to balance atop her knees by Hector, who took a second to ensure the cameras got the best view. Ms Patriot had a perfect side view of the scene unfolding, eyes huge as she worried about what they were about to do to her friend.

Hector gathered up all of Justice Girl’s long blonde hair in one hand. He shifted to bring his long, thick erection before her face. Justice Girl cut her eyes up, before bringing them back down to that cock. And then she opened wide. He thrust in, forcing more than half his length in and making her gag. And then using her hair as leverage, the Latino forced her mouth up and down his shaft.

Justice Girl was rocked back and forth atop her knees. Ms Patriot knew that had to be stressful on her friend’s body, with her arms stretched down to her ankles, and legs bent double like that. And her knees were on the hard, unforgiving floor.

Ms Patriot watched as Hector pushed deeper and deeper, until Justice Girl’s full red lips were wrapped around his base. Then he pulled out and rubbed his hairy balls all in her face a moment, before thrusting back into her mouth.

“Here comes the money shot,” Hector gasped out.

He pulled out and quickly jacked off into Justice Girl’s upturned face. Ms Patriot watched his cum slowly ooze down the blonde’s chin, and dribble down across her tits. At the same time, the dam broke for her. She couldn’t contain the drool any longer, and it seeped out around the ball gag, down her chin, and dropped to splatter all over her tortured tits.

Teddy then removed a camera from its tripod, and aimed it at Ms Patriot. Bobby came over to her, while Justice Girl licked Hector’s genitals clean. The raven-maned beauty watched Bobby warily, casting frequent worried looks at Teddy and his camera.

Bobby removed the spreader bar. Then he attached a leash to her steel collar.

“Heel, Ms Patriot,” he commanded.

Ms Patriot had no choice. She followed, being led around the dungeon a moment. She moaned and groaned, because every single step, every move of her hips, ground that rough rope into her sensitive pussy. Worse, the knot over her clit proved so intense. It sent sensations reverberating through her shapely body. Then Bobby moved out into the greater Patriot Cave, while Teddy followed to film.

“As you can see, we are inside the legendary Patriot Cave, far below Ms Patriot’s home,” Bobby said matter-of-factly. He spoke as if narrating a documentary. “I know I never believed the Patriot Cave existed, as I’m sure most of you didn’t believe it either. We thought it was a good story, good PR. Nope, it’s real. We claimed the Patriot Cave when we captured Ms Patriot, who is now our loving, obedient fuck slave. Ms Patriot showed us all of the cave’s wonders. And now I am showing you.”

Ms Patriot was led back to Justice Girl. The blonde heroine knelt, wrists still bound but no longer tied to her ankles. Her eyes were downcast, shoulders slumped. Her heart broke to see her friend like that.

Bobby forced Ms Patriot to kneel beside the blonde, and that left both of them facing the cameras. At that time Bobby replaced Darius at the computer controlling everything. The huge African-American stepped up before the kneeling super heroines, a big shit-eating grin on his masked face. Ms Patriot noticed a major bulge in his boxers.

The debauchery continues, she thought.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my friends,” Darius said, addressing the cameras. “This is what super heroine defeat looks like. Two depressed, broken women in masks. They have no hope. No longer have any dreams. They have accepted their fate as our pretty little fuck toys.”

Ms Patriot grimaced, dropping her eyes. They just couldn’t stop humiliating them. Why did they have to destroy them so thoroughly, so salaciously?

You’ve stolen all my wealth, taking my ancestral home, she thought. Why can’t you just sell me to a pimp or to human traffickers? Just be done with me.

“Ms Patriot, Grimme City’s self-anointed Champion of Justice, has been captured, debased, defiled, and broken on our cocks,” Darius said. Really, he bragged. His chest even swelled up as he spoke. “She is tamed, and very obedient.” He indicated Justice Girl. “This blonde heroine is new to the city. I’ve never heard of her before, at least. She calls herself Justice Girl. I call her Gives Good Head Girl. We broke and tamed her uptight little ass, too.”

He paused and his grin intensified as he looked into the camera. Ms Patriot shifted uncomfortably.

Where is all of this going?

“Now, there’s nothing left but for us to…” he paused dramatically. “To unmask them and show the world who has been hiding behind those masks.”

Teddy stepped up behind Justice Girl, while Hector moved up behind Ms Patriot. They grabbed the heroines’ shoulders to hold them still and in place. Ms Patriot’s head spun, heart hammering. She knew it would eventually happen, but had still hoped to avoid it.

Teddy suddenly seized a fistful of Justice Girl’s silky blonde hair. He yanked her head back, tilting her masked face upward. Darius stepped up close, careful to not block the primary camera’s view. Ms Patriot watched in horror, heart pounding so loud she barely heard what that evil man was saying.

Justice Girl looked up at Darius, then at the camera. Ms Patriot understood how she felt. It didn’t matter that their captors had already unmasked them. It didn’t matter that they knew their secrets. Neither of them wanted the world to know.

“First up, the newcomer. Justice Girl,” Darius said, tracing her bright red mask with his middle finger. “She’s a beauty, too. Look at that body. Even masked, you can tell her face is gorgeous.” He winked at the camera. “Let me show you.”

Darius dug his fingers up under the edge of Justice Girl’s mask. She cried out, jaw dropping. Her back bowed and tears rolled out of her eyes. And he started to pull. Ms Patriot groaned long and low as that mask slowly peeled off her friend’s face.

“Look upon the face of Nicole Boudreaux!”

Darius stepped over to loom over Ms Patriot before the shock of that unthinkable deed finished reverberating through her mind and body. She gawked up at him, and then Hector seized her head in both hands. Her breath whooshed out as Darius reached out to trace her mask with a finger. Then he pulled her trembling lower lip down, smiling so big and proud.

“Look at the fear in her eyes,” he said, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She obediently started sucking on it. “Notice how she shakes in fear. The poor girl might piss herself at any second.” Darius grabbed his crotch. “Damn, she’s making me so damned horny.”

He pushed his boxers down, and then pressed his cock to her full red lips. Ms Patriot stared up at him as the big African-American plowed into her mouth. He pumped in and out, pushing deeper with every thrust. The hapless heroine started to suck, eager to please. Hoping against hope that she made him happy enough to not unmask her. But even as he pushed down past her tongue, plunging into her tight throat, Darius’ fingers dug under her mask.

Ms Patriot groaned loudly when he started pulling. The fashion glue held well, but couldn’t stop him. The seal was broken when he dug his fingers in, so she felt it pulling off her face, slowly, dramatically.

“And Ms Patriot’s secret identity is… Jennifer Jade!” Darius declared loud and proud. “Ms Patriot and Ms Jade both brought low at the same time.”