Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem (Chapter 20) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 20

“Ten dollars,” he said, nodding vigorously. “Come on, Jenny. Just a blowjob. Ten dollars.”

Ms Patriot sighed, shaking her head. She stood at the curb, with only a few cars on Lower Saxony. Everyone knew who and what she was, or had been. Ms Patriot. Grimme City’s Champion of Justice. Now just a cheap whore turning tricks on the mean streets of Lower Saxony. T-Bone made her and Justice Girl wear their heroine costumes, sans masks.

“Come on, Jenny. I’m hurting here.”

Thursday, after the lunch rush, was slow. Didn’t matter, T-Bone kept his girls working from 9 AM until business petered out well after 2 AM. For the last month her life had been selling her body for seventeen to twenty hours a day, seven days a week. And then she and Justice Girl spent their off hours taking care of T-Bone’s yearnings, along with any friends he invited over.

She was lucky to get even four hours of sleep a day.

So tired, she thought. Then she looked down at his cupped hands, holding ten dollars in ones, twos, and a lot of coins. Yeah, Simon was a sixty-something African-American homeless man, with white hair and beard. His left eye was blind, now milky white. To her, he was just another unwashed old coot who loved blowjobs. The stupid son of a bitch managed to scrape up the minimum ten dollar fee about every three to four days.

“Fine,” she said. Ms Patriot opened the red patent purse T-Bone gave her. “Just dump it all in there.”

He wasn’t the first homeless man who paid in part with coins that day. So annoying. Her morning tricks were mostly men like Simon, homeless or so dirt poor she couldn’t understand why they’d waste money for sex or a blowjob. But T-Bone wouldn’t allow her to turn down a john who had the money to pay. Greedy pimp.

Simon giggled while carefully pouring the coins and cash into her purse. Ms Patriot noticed he already had a woody. Occasionally, the poor homeless guys got so excited they came in their pants. She would just give them their money back and move on when that happened.

The homeless man stood a good five foot eleven, so a little taller than her, but she still stood taller in her five inch stiletto heels. She turned on a heel, and strode into the nearby alley. Ten dollars didn’t get him a motel room. It paid for her in an alley, quickie up against the wall or BJ. Simon only wanted oral, which she was fine with.

He pushed her up against the brick wall, making her wonder if he would choose a quickie instead. Simon buried his bearded face in her cleavage, rubbing back and forth as he giggled. She felt him fumbling for her zipper in back.

“I thought you wanted a BJ, baby.”

“I can’t play with your titties?” he asked. “Tomcat told me he gets you twice a week, and always plays with and sucks on your titties. Why can’t I have some titty fun?”

“You never asked,” she said, rolling her eyes. Why do men have to talk to each other about what they do with us?

Ms Patriot reached back and unzipped. She pulled her red and white striped corset off, tossing it to the side. Simon immediately motorboated her, before sucking in an erect nipple. Her head rolled back against the wall, rocking back and forth. Oh, that felt so amazing. So damned good.

She frowned. T-Bone had only admitted three days back that he laced their food and drinks from day one with Bliss. Just enough to keep them horny and eager to please. That pissed her off so much, but then the Bliss did make it much easier to sell her body to all comers. Some of the wretched johns, like Simon, would be turned away otherwise.

The stench of unwashed humanity and stale alcohol washed over her. Made it hard to breathe, but she’d kind of gotten used to it after a month as a street whore. Why did Lower Saxony have so many homeless men? Worse, horny homeless men.

Ms Patriot began to pant, feeling hot. Sweat began to prickle her skin. As much as she enjoyed climaxing, she didn’t want to give that honor to Simon. He was only paying ten dollars, after all. There had to be a benefit for her twenty dollar tricks.

“You’re so virile, baby,” she purred. She spun Simon around so that he was back against the wall. “Such a man.”

Dropping to her knees, the busty young woman quickly unzipped the elderly homeless man. The rancid stench of urine assaulted her. Not the first time that day. Or the last. So holding her breath, Ms Patriot wrapped a red-gloved hand around his cock and stroked him to rock hardness. Then she went down on him like the horniest girl on the planet.

Moaning and groaning, she bobbed on his cock. Lips sealed around his shaft, she worked her tongue and suction to get him off as fast as possible. Her right hand remained around the base of his shaft to ensure Simon didn’t shove it down her throat, while her left hand fondled his dangling balls.

The homeless man lasted almost a minute.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, swallowing his cum. “You taste so good, baby.”

Suddenly, Justice Girl stepped up beside her. The beautiful blonde was tugging on her costume, still trying to adjust the fit after a job. She licked her shiny red lips, long blonde hair looking tousled. The look in Justice Girl’s eyes showed she was still highly aroused.

“Good, you’re done,” Justice Girl said. “T-Bone sent me to find you. He has a job for us to do together.”

“Another party?”

That meant another gangbang. Their pimp loved to hire them out for parties. As the entertainment. So they were in store for hours of being passed around like… Like the dirt cheap whores that they were.

After Justice Girl helped Ms Patriot clean up and redress, the two ex-heroines returned to the street. T-Bone waited in his pimped out, cherry red 1976 Cadillac Eldorado convertible. The interior was white leather. Top down. Ms Patriot jumped into the front passenger seat, forcing Justice Girl in the back. First Ms Patriot, then Justice Girl, kissed their pimp.

“Where are we going, baby?” Ms Patriot said.

“The J-Street Boyz want another go at you two,” he said.

Ms Patriot smiled, nodding, but her stomach clenched. The J-Street Boyz were a street gang. They’d recently forced the other gangs out of the neighborhood, and they even controlled half of the red light district. They’d hired her and Justice Girl twice before. Both jobs were long, intense, and left her spent and aching.

“Great,” she said, averting her face.

T-Bone drove over to the two story Victorian. It was red brick, with a turret, yet looked rundown. They definitely didn’t put any money into maintenance. But lots of tricked out old Fords, Chevys, and a few Cadillacs were parked in the long drive and in the front yard.

Justice Girl grabbed her hand as their pimp led them to the front door. They looked at each other with worried eyes. Justice Girl bit her lip, eyes full of concern.

“I’m sorry,” the blonde whispered.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I failed you,” she said. “The Bliss is obviously keeping my Power suppressed. If I had my Power, then I could get us out of this situation.” She shook her head. “I was weak, hungry, desperate. I should’ve never allowed us to fall into his power.”

“Funny,” Ms Patriot replied just as softly. “I chastise myself for the same thing. This is my city, I am responsible for our downfall.”

The front door opened, and the gangbanger stared at them with lusty eyes. Ms Patriot’s breath whooshed out. Time to get to work.

This is going to be so hard.

T-Bone collected a stack of bills. He smiled brightly.

“Take good care of my friends, girls,” T-Bone said. “I’ll be back to pick you up at six.”

“Come on, Ms P,” the gangbanger who answered the door said, grabbing her arm. He dragged her inside, pushed her up against the wall, and pulled off her corset. “Let’s party.”

He claimed her lips in a deep kiss. She resisted a moment, struggling as panic consumed her. But then she started to feel it. Kisses really were her Achilles’ Heel. The raven-maned beauty pushed into the kiss, her hands started to clutch desperately at him. He then kissed his way down her neck and to her boobs.

She heard Justice Girl cry out, followed by the familiar grunt the blonde always released when penetrated. Ms Patriot found herself beset by a second gangbanger. The newcomer pulled her bikini bottoms down and off, before she was bent over at the waist. The first man palmed the back of her head, and forced her to go down on his cock. The second gangbanger then thrust up into her pussy from behind.

This is starting out just like the other two times.

“Uh,” she grunted. Each deep thrust into her tight pussy pulled out another grunt. “Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Justice Girl groaned and gagged a moment later. Ms Patriot fought her gag reflex with all she had, what with the gangbanger forcing his cock down her throat. In that position she wasn’t able to deny a man entry into her throat. But then he surprised her by pulling out quickly, and shooting his load in her face.

“You never looked better, Ms P.”

Her knees gave out, and Ms Patriot dropped to all fours. The man reaming her pussy out dropped with her, both hands hanging onto her flaring hips. He continued to pound that pussy like a madman. The vanquished heroine gasped, grunted, and cried out as she basked in the way her body sang.

Her eyes fluttered open when Justice Girl made an odd gurgling noise. Before her stood a seven foot tall black man. Completely naked, and facing away from her. His legs were spread wide, and she saw Justice Girl facing her between his legs. That’s when she realized the blonde was getting deep-throated by that monster-sized man.

Looking past him, to the left and right, she counted twelve more gangbangers waiting their turn. Her eyes closed. Yes, it was going to be a long, intense session.