Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 3

Horns blared, hookers shouted insults as Ms Patriot plowed through Sugar Town’s Thursday night crowd. She accidently knocked a peep show barker down as she wended her way up the street. Then reaching the corner, she turned and really took off running at the alley.

Seconds before she reached that dark alley, Ms Patriot spotted Thor coming out at a trot, looking just a little bedraggled. He survived a fight with Patriot Girl? Where was her sidekick?

“Thor!” she screamed, and smashed a right cross into his startled face.

The pimp’s feet came off the ground as he was slammed back against the wall. He was down, but not out. The pimp blinked up at her as Ms Patriot struck a super heroine pose. And then her head whipped around to the alley when two more men came charging out. The surprised heroine recovered quickly, catching a thrown punch around the wrist, twisting around, and throwing him into the middle of the street.

“Uggh!” she grunted when the following man drove a knee into her ribs. Ms Patriot spun away, but he was ready and following. An uppercut slammed into her chin. “Ooh.”

The busty heroine fell straight back, head spinning. But empowered super heroines recovered super fast. She threw her feet up and back as she hit the ground, which have her the momentum to keep rolling back to her feet. The raven-haired beauty dropped into a defensive stance. Good thing, because he plowed into her a second later.

They traded punches, each able to block the other’s strikes. After a moment, Ms Patriot recovered from his initial attack, back to full strength and wits. She intensified her effort, and broke past his defenses. The street thug got a boot in the balls, followed by a combination to the face and head.

He dropped like a rock, just half a second before the other thug returned to tackle her around the waist. Ms Patriot was driven back where her head struck the wall brutally hard. All strength vanished and she found herself fully conscious, but completely limp.

“Get that belt off her!” Thor shouted as he raced up.

Ms Patriot was rolled butt up, so they could get at the power belt’s fastenings at the small of her back. The heroine’s wits and strength started to return, but it was too late. The thug got the belt unfastened, and yanked it off her body. She felt her super strength and endurance bleed away immediately.

“No! Give that back!”

“Not a chance, Ms P,” Thor sneered, snatching her up by her silky black hair.

Ms Patriot was yanked to her red-booted feet. Thor clutched a fistful of hair at the back of her head, very tightly. Very painfully. The hapless heroine winced and cried out in pain, both hands clutching at his offending arm. She no longer had the physical strength to force a man to do anything, much less release her.

“Give it up,” Thor said, starting to look amused. “You’re just a hot little cock sleeve without that pretty gold belt.”

“I’ll show you… What? Cock sleeve? Eww.”

The shapely heroine slammed a knee up between Thor’s legs. He twisted, barely avoiding a set of crushed nuts. So she twisted and kicked up at his face. The pimp blocked that kick, but had to release her hair as well. Ms Patriot kicked at the thug, forcing him back, before looking around for her belt.

It lay on the ground behind the thug.

“You’re going down!” she cried, and charged the thug.

To her surprise, he surged straight into her. Only she wasn’t ten times his strength anymore. Her three punches to the face had no effect on him. He grinned at her.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” he snarled, seizing her. The thug lifted Ms Patriot above his head. “Back breaker!”

“No!” she screamed as he slammed her downward as he dropped to one knee. Ms Patriot fell across his knee, face up. The pain was exquisite. “Aaaaiiieee!”

He released the hapless heroine to writhe on the cold sidewalk, back bowed as she groaned in agony. He casually walked over to the power belt, picked it up, and rolled it up tightly.

“I’ll take this as my payment for tonight’s work, Thor,” he said. “She’s all yours to whore out. Have fun.”

The other thug was up and stumbling over by that time. Thor dropped down to one knee, wrapped an arm around Ms Patriot’s neck, and squeezed. The sleeper hold left her unconscious and limp at his feet.

“You boys can leave if you want,” Thor said, unzipping and pulling off her red and white striped corset. He gave her large, firm tits a few playful swats to make them quiver like jello. “But the fun is just about to start.”

“Oh? How much fun?”

“Don’t you wanna play with a real live sucking and fucking super heroine? These bitches will do anything you want once you stick a dick in them,” he said. “And truly, I want to unmask this self-righteous cunt live on the web. Want to help?”

“Fuck yes.”

“You… Oooh. You want get away with this,” Ms Patriot gasped out. “I will be avenged.”

Thor reached down and scooped Ms Patriot up in his arms. She was still weak as a newborn kitten. He carried her in his arms deeper into the dark alley. Then he placed her on all fours under a bright light, before stripping off her blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms. The three evil men stood around her and admired their pretty prize.

The pimp pulled out his phone, logged into a porn website, and opened a live webcast.

“We’re live boys,” Thor said. “Fuck Ms Patriot stupid. Once we’re finished, I’ll unmask her and show the world who has been hiding behind that mask for the last seven years.”

Ms Patriot stared at them with huge blue eyes. The two thugs grinned down at her a moment, then unzipped. Her heart sank into her belly as the first dropped down behind her, grabbing her hips with a viselike grip. Then the other dropped to one knee, thrusting his erection in her masked face.

“All righty, boys and girls,” Thor said. “We have captured and depowered Ms Fucking Patriot her own fine self. As you can see, Dean is about to tap that ass, while Jax is going to tickle her tonsils.”

Thor shoved the phone in Ms Patriot’s face, allowing her to read the comments on the sidebar. Every comment was gushing with excitement. Others were so contemptuous of her and all super heroines. And viewers were donating money to Thor. Lots and lots of money.

“That is so wrong,” Ms Patriot cried, face incredulous. And then Dean thrust into her pussy. “Uggggh. Ooooh, Goddess help me.”

She felt that in her bones. In her very soul. His cock stretched her little hole out to the max, and beyond. Ms Patriot gasped and groaned, wiggling her butt and bowing her back. It felt way too amazing for her own good. Every hard, fast thrust reverberated through her body and soul. Tiny cries of pleasure escaped her full red lips, eyes fluttering closed.

Jax palmed the back of her head, guided his cock to her glossy red lips, and slowly pushed in. Her baby blues popped out, so big, staring up at his face, as her lips slid down his long, thick shaft. A low moan escaped the vanquished masked vigilante.

“Just a reminder, Ms Patriot will start working at the corner of Anita and Cox after we finish her job orientation fuck here. Tonight only, she’ll only be charging twenty dollars. Come one, come all.”

Dean fully sheathed inside her, balls deep in that hot, tight pussy. Ms Patriot squeezed her pussy around his pumping shaft, at first in a vain attempt to stop the abuse. Then, she did it to intensify the pleasure. Couldn’t help herself. It felt too good.

“Mmm. Mmmm,” she moaned when Jax tapped the back of her throat. She closed her eyes, tightened her throat to deny him down. Jax didn’t hesitate. He thrust hard and deep, smashing through her defenses, and not stopping until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. “Mmmm.”

Ms Patriot sucked with all her heart and soul after that. Dean’s cock pistoning inside her pussy just felt too incredible, filling her overheated body with the sexiest sensations. And that cock hurt so good. It stretched her windpipe out, so painful, yet…

“Mmmmm.”

“Keep it up, boys,” Thor said, sounding so pleased. “I can see it in her eyes, in her body language. Ms Patriot has been caught by the Curse of the Valkyrie. She’s about to go full on nymphomaniac on us.”

The captured heroine heard him. She paused. Really? Was she? Then her body tingled inside and out. Her pussy clamped down tighter around Dean, while she squeezed her throat around Jax’s invading cock.

Yes. Yes. So wonderful.

“Fuck me, this bitch sucks like a Hoover,” Jax gasped out. “Best BJ ever! Oh fuck.”

Jax pulled back, just to thrust back all the way down her throat again. And again. And then as he was pulling back, Ms Patriot felt his cock jerk.

Hot cum gushed into her mouth.

The big, brutal thug ejaculated five times into her mouth, as cum drooled out to puddle on the ground. Finally, he thrust just the head in. Ms Patriot, gasping and groaning, dutifully sucked and licked his dick clean. Only, his climax set her body off.

“Oooh. Oooh,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed as Dean started hammering into her pussy harder and faster. He became frantic, and she felt hot tingles flow down into her thighs. And then that surge to climax seized her, unstoppable.

“Aaaagghh!” she cried as her sex erupted with euphoria. Pure bliss. Just wave after wave washed through her shapely body, leaving her a quivering mess. “Ooooh, yes. Yes.”

“And that’s how you break and tame a super heroine,” Thor said. “It’s that easy. Just make her climax, and after that she is your devoted fuck toy.”

Ms Patriot gasped as Dean slowly pulled out of her body. She felt so empty, so used and abused. Yet, she basked in the afterglow, licking her lips. Why did she love the taste of cum so much after sex?

Thor stepped up close and personal. Dean and Jax forced Ms Patriot to her knees. The pimp unzipped. She licked her lips, throat tightening up painfully when he pulled out the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. Her heart thundered in her chest.

“Titty fuck it,” Thor commanded.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Would you rather deep throat me?”

She stared up at him incredulously. Ms Patriot grimaced, a weak, pained smile spreading.

“Titty fucking is good.”

Red-gloved hands grabbed her boobs. She lifted and spread them apart. Thor plopped his massive tool down into her cavernous cleavage. Ms Patriot licked her lips, wrapped her pillowy tits around his shaft, and started stroking. Pre-cum leaked out, getting her cleavage very wet and slick as every emotion in the book filled her head, expressed on her mobile face. All while Thor continued to record and broadcast her ordeal live on some porn site. A very up close and personal close-up of her defilement.

I can’t believe it all is going to end like this.

“Oh yes, babygirl. That’s how you do it, babydoll,” Thor growled sexily. Yeah, he was enjoying himself way too much. “Ms Tittyfuck is your new name on the street.”

Ms Patriot glared up at him, then slanted glances left and right. The two thugs framed her, but weren’t holding her anymore. At least they weren’t manhandling her as long as she cooperated.

His free hand came down to her face. He pinched her chin, pulling her lip down. Then he gently stroked her cheek, before his fingers touched the edge of her mask. Thor’s fingers started to dig up under her mask.

“No!” she screamed, her mind going blank.

Ms Patriot punched Thor in the nuts, before ducking and diving between his legs. That move confused the two thugs long enough to regain her feet. As they came around the pimp to get at her, the naked heroine’s eyes looked past them at her costume discarded to rudely on the ground: Corset, bikini bottoms… Power belt.

“Yes!” she screamed, and dived back through Thor’s legs again.

She scrambled on all fours straight to her costume, snatching up that all important power belt. Her magical Object of Power. It went around her waist as she regained her feet, the magic flowing erotically through her spectacular body.

“Oh, yes. That’s it,” Ms Patriot purred.

Hearing running footsteps, she spun around to find all three men charging her. They looked so enraged. She was the one so rudely and crudely used and abused. They had no reason at all to be angry.

The all but naked super heroine charged the three men. At the last possible second, she leapt up and vaulted off Thor’s shoulder. Hitting the ground behind them, she spun into a savage kick to the small of Jax’s back. Yeah, she drove her brutal stiletto heel straight into his spine.

“Backbreaker back at you, bro.”

He went down, but started crawling away. Thor and Dean rushed her, so she leapt up head high, spinning, and kicked out in a perfect split. Both men went stumbling away. Dean had enough, and took off running. Thor couldn’t give up, so went after her again.

Ms Patriot shook her head woefully, standing still and unmoving as the pimp charged her in a rage. A the last second, she kicked straight up into his chin. Thor was flipped completely over, landing face-down at her red-booted feet.

“Gotcha, you stinking bail-jumping pimp,” Ms Patriot sneered, curling her lip. Then she looked back down the alley. “Where’s Patriot Girl?”