Ms Patriot short story started... (Patreon)

I wrote the first scene of a Ms Patriot short yesterday. There is no outline. I usually plot out a story, then start writing. I reversed it here, so now I'm at a loss of what comes next...

Any ideas?

And here is the first scene (though I could write a scene(s) before this too)

Ms Patriot: No Respect

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmmm.”

Ms Patriot writhed face-up atop the small round table, wearing nothing but her mask, gloves, and boots. A big gangbanger held her ankles as he slammed into the tight wetness between her legs like a man possessed, while the pimp continued to deep throat her upside-down. His hands roughly fondled her jostling tits while his big, hairy balls slapped her across the eyes.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm,” she moaned in sync with that massive cock slamming down her throat, stretching out her windpipe. So painful, yet… “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”

Red opera-gloved wrists handcuffed behind her back, all the hapless heroine could do was lay there and take it like a heroine. The gangbanger’s cock stretched her little hole out to the max, hurting so wonderfully. She groaned loudly when the pimp savagely pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples.

“Mmmmmmmm.”

King Pimp released her tits, and then growled with dark pleasure as he wrapped his large, powerful hands around her slender neck and squeezed. He squeezed so hard. Ms Patriot struggled to breathe already, with his massive cock shoved down her throat half the time, but choking her quickly had darkness gathering around the edges of her vision.

Is he going to murder me?

Suddenly, the gangbanger, Kra-Z, pulled out of her throbbing, singing pussy and stroked his meat vigorously. Hot cum fountained out across her rock-hard belly, splashing against the underside of her large boobs. Befouling her sacred body with his sticky, slimy man-seed. She felt it starting to cool on her uber hot skin.

“Fuck yeah,” King Pimp gasped out. He pulled his cock all the way out of the vanquished heroine’s mouth, and then shot his load all over her face. So much cum! Five ejaculations total that just slathered the masked vigilante’s face like never before. He grinned down at her, catching her eyes. “What a beautiful sight.”

The pimp and gangbanger stepped back, allowing the vanquished heroine to relax. Finally. Ms Patriot lay there limply, huffing and puffing, body quivering like crazy. And then, out of the blue, King Pimp hauled off and SLAPPED her face. He put the PIMP in that slap. It knocked most of the cum off her face.

“Aaaiiieee,” she cried, the pain sharp and humiliating. “So rude. So disrespectful.”

“You get zero respect from us, Ms Patriot,” King Pimp sneered. He seized a fistful of silky black hair at the back of her head, dragged the helpless heroine off the table, and forced her to kneel before him. “You look good on your knees before me, super slut.”

King Pimp hauled off and slapped her face again, knocking Ms Patriot to her side on the floor. She gasped and writhed in pain and humiliation, struggling against her handcuffed wrists to no avail, while the notorious pimp handed Kra-Z bundles of cash.

“Payment in full, my man. Thank you,” the pimp said.

“It was our pleasure,” Kra-Z said. “The trap went perfectly, just as you promised.”

Ms Patriot struggled back to her knees as the gangbanger departed with his “bounty” for capturing her. She looked up with sad blue eyes, partially covering her left eye with oozing cum. The heroine licked full red lips, tasting cum. The her nipples still ached from the abuse, her face continued to sting after those two slaps, all while her pussy throbbed with achy need. Her overheated body still quivered and trembled from the fucking just administered.

Baby blues cut to the right. Her iconic red and white, vertically striped corset lay against the wall, tattered and torn. Ruined. She looked past King Pimp where her blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms lay, stained and torn. Her all-important power belt was long gone, the gangbangers that captured her took it to sell on the Dark Web.

King Pimp stepped up closer, gloating down at her. The six foot seven African-American appeared to be savoring that moment. They’d battled for years, with him putting a bounty on her while she was still a sidekick.

Wanted: Alive.

For his infamous brothel, the Palace.

“You are the most beautiful of all the Grimme City heroines, Ms Patriot. Ms P. Ms Perfect Tits. Ms Perfect Face. Ms Pussy For Sale now that you belong to me.”

“You won’t get away with this, King Pimp,” Ms Patriot said, baby blues flashing with rage. “My sisters in crimefighting will come and put you in your place.”

“Ha. That’s rich,” he said.

The pimp reached down and pinched her chin, pulling a full, glossy red lip down. Lust filled his dark eyes. She swallowed hard, eyes widening, heart racing out of control. Then he slowly pushed his thumb into her mouth. He pressed her tongue down, and she just knelt there and accepted that indignity. But she knew what he wanted.

I can’t… If I give him anything, then I’ll give him everything.

He pressed down on her tongue a little harder, ice filling his gaze. Her heart pounded as visions of life as his sex slave filled her head. Life in his ten story brothel, serving one lusty man after another, seven days a week. At twenty-five, she could very well spend the next fifteen to twenty-five years of her life fucking in that vile brothel. Super heroines aged much more slowly than the average woman, so…

“Do you wish to anger me?”

Her breath caught, but she forced defiance into her eyes. “Yes.”

Ms Patriot braced herself for another slap. He seemed to enjoy pimp slapping her. He even lifted his open hand high, but stopped. Instead, that hand came down to her face very quickly, but not in a slap.

“No!” she screamed when his fingertips dug under her mask.

King Pimp pulled hard. The mask’s adhesive held for a few seconds, but she felt it release her skin. Felt that all important mask peel away from her face. Ms Patriot wanted to scream, she wanted to buck, she wanted to yank her head back, but any movement would just rip the mask off faster.

Stopping the face stripping was not an option.

“Fuck me!” King Pimp cried, eyes huge and full of joy. “You’re Jennifer Jade! I captured both Ms Patriot and Jennifer Jade!” He froze, before a huge smug smile spread across his face. “I’m about to marry billionaire Jennifer Jade, without a pre-nup, and become a billionaire myself.”

“No. I refuse to marry you,” she cried. “I will not marry you, pimp!”

“That’s rich. So funny,” he said. “You still think you have a choice. You don’t.”

King Pimp pinched her chin again, pulling down that lip. And once again, the pimp pushed his thumb into Ms Patriot’s mouth. She stared up at his victorious smile. Her eyes burned, tears starting to roll down her flush cheeks.

Ms Patriot wrapped her full red lips around his thumb, and started sucking.

I’m doomed.