Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 4

A soft groan bubbled up. The blonde heroine’s body moved, then squirmed. Discomfort registered. Pain all over. She felt battered. Jaw muscles flexed, and more stressful pain.

Patriot Girl fought her way to consciousness. Eyes opened to… Nothing.

I’m blindfolded?

Her jaw flexed again, so stressed out from being forced open.

Ball-gagged? Me?Then she remembered who she’d been fighting. Nonono!

The shapely young blonde struggled with all her might and fury, but her arms were pulled back and sheathed tightly in a leather bondage sleeve. What felt like bands of steel bound her legs together just above her knees and around her ankles.

Her struggles revealed that she was left on a cold tile floor. Naked. Well, she felt her mask under the blindfold, gloves, and boots. Nothing else. Most important of all, her golden power belt was gone.

I’m depowered, bound, blindfolded, she thought, heart racing. Where is Ms Patriot? Did she get captured, too? Or is she looking for me?

Captured by a pimp meant one thing. Well, two things. First, she was going to get fucked. Big time. Secondly, she’d be forced to walk the street and sell her body. Patriot Girl wanted to believe she had the inner strength to avoid prostitution, but she knew history. No captured super heroine she knew of had ever been able to avoid her fate. They all did as they were told once reduced to sexual slavery.

Patriot Girl finally stopped struggling, laying there huffing and puffing. Without her power belt, the pigtailed sidekick was just another bound woman. Though, as a descendant of the legendary Valkyrie, she was stronger than most normal women. But even empowered with her belt, she wasn’t strong enough to break free of her bindings.

And she waited. And waited. Eventually, she fell asleep.

“Aww, man, look at that, Milo,” a vaguely familiar voice said, waking the eighteen year old up. “Don’t she look fine all naked and tied up?”

“That she does, my friend,” Milo said.

A face, a man, came up before Patriot Girl’s mind’s eye. Milo Meirs. House of Joy bouncer and petty thug. Just hired muscle. And that let her put a face to the other voice. Punch, another House of Joy thug.

House of Joy?She thought, heart skipping a beat. Wasn’t I behind that evil brothel last night?

The chances that Thor would own, much less use, a bondage sleeve was slim. But the the BDSM brothel would not only use bondage sleeves, but loved all things BDSM. Her whole body stiffened, and then her insides began to heat up and tingle.

Oh, no no no no.

Two sets of large, rough male hands grabbed her. She heard a clipping sound, and the bands around her ankles vanished. One of the men grabbed her booted ankles, spreading them apart, while the other buckled wide leather cuffs around them.

Bondage cuffs?

The band around her knees was snipped off. The sidekick immediately tried to kick them, but discovered a hobble chain keeping her ankles too close together. Her legs were taken away as a weapon. And before she could finish processing that, Patriot Girl was dragged to her feet to teeter atop her heels.

Her knees threatened to buckle as she struggled against the bondage sleeve. All to no avail. The men chuckled, so she imagined them standing back and smirking while watching her naked tits bouncing all around.

Men are pigs!

“Mmm grmmgh,” she cried, the rubber ball firmly held right behind her teeth keeping her cries gibberish.

“You hear that, Punch?” Milo said. “That’s the mating call of the North American sidecunt. She’s saying, ‘Fuck me. Fuck me. Won’t someone, anyone, fuck me?’ They are such horny little sluts.”

Patriot Girl froze. Despite knowing he was lying, just trying to taunt her, she felt her face heat up. Then a large hand palmed her left boob, giving it a firm, lingering squeeze. Her breath caught.

It has started.

The two men pressed up to either side, their hands roaming her amazing body. One of them released her long blonde pigtails, before running his fingers through her mane. Both spent a lot of time fondling her tits, sucking on her nipples. One of them even kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulder, before thrusting his hot, wet tongue into her ear.

The worst was when one of them wiggled a thick finger up her asshole, while the other rubbed circles around her hot, slick, tingling pussy. They finger fucked her butt hole, while masturbating her so aggressively. Pushing her closer and closer.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, writhing between them.

It got hot between them. She panted furiously through her nose, tingling heat spreading throughout her spectacular body. She bucked and wiggled her hips, unable to escape their intimate attention. Soon, her body was shiny with sweat as she started thrusting her hips, struggling so hard to get enough air through her delicate little nose. And then her thoughts became more and more sluggish.

Goddess, save me, she thought. The Curse is about to take me.

While Ms Patriot would handle, could survive, three, four, maybe five climaxes before the Curse of the Valkyrie seized her, handing her over to her captors on a silver platter, the hapless sidekick feared she’d be lost on the very first orgasm.

I don’t… Ooooh. Please, I don’t want to be… Oooooh, she thought. I can’t be a sex slave.

Her pussy rubber changed tactics. He thrust two fingers deep up inside her, and started pumping. Her back bowed, a tiny whimper escaping her ball-gagged lips. His thumb then started rubbing her clit, while he finger fucked her. And the other thug continued to finger fuck her butt. So intense. So…

Everything changed. So fast. So sudden. Patriot Girl felt that rush to climax start deep in her pussy. It rose quickly, overwhelming her mind and body. And then pure bliss erupted between her legs. Euphoria washed through her shapely body, over and over and over.

“Aaaaaggggh,” she screamed around the ball-gag.

“Pop goes the sidekick,” Milo sang. “Ha ha. Look at her go, my friend.”

They finger fucked and clit rubbed her all the way through that orgasm. It left Patriot Girl spent, huffing and puffing. Exhausted, and her mind completely still. Empty. An open vessel.

“Are you going to be a good girl now, Patriot Cunt?” Milo asked.

Patriot Girl’s mind stirred. A question. Good girl? Yes.

She nodded.

The ball-gag was unbuckled, and then pulled out with a wet pop. Back-upped drool flooded down her chin, a long rope dropping down to her heaving breasts. She gulped down even more, her throat working as she swallowed over and over after the ball-gag kept her from working her throat like that for so many hours.

“Oooh, thank you. Thank you.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes. I’m a good girl,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m always a good girl.”

“Good,” Milo said, tilting her face upward with two fingers to her chin. He claimed her lips in a long, deep kiss. “Now be a very good girl and suck it.”

Both men pushed down on the sidekick’s shoulders. She dropped to her knees. Mile palmed one cheek, guiding his erection into her mouth with the other hand. Patriot Girl recoiled, but he was already inside her mouth. The House of Joy bouncer thrust hard, pushing deep into her mouth.

“Mmm. Mmm,” she moaned, lips sealing around his shaft and head starting to bob. “Mmm. Mmm.”

“Oh, man, look at her go,” Punch said. “That bitch got skills.”

Patriot Girl pushed harder, letting Milo deeper into her mouth. He released her head, and she continued to suck his cock. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft, taking him to the back of her tongue every time.

“Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.”

“Oh, she fucking loves it,” Milo said. “Super heroines are all closet sluts. Total bitches in heat. Many believe they wear those skimpy costumes to lure men in to fuck them.”

“I believe it,” Punch said. “Give me some of that heroine lip.”

Patriot Girl was pulled off Milo’s dick. Her face was turned to the right, and another cock thrust into her mouth. She knew what to do, so sealed her lips around it and started sucking.

“Mmm,” she moaned every time she went down on him. “Mmm. Mmm.”

She had to alternate between their dicks for the next few minutes, sucking like a Queen of Porn. Moaning. Groaning. So cock hungry. Giving and receiving pleasure her only thought and concern. And then…

“Open your mouth!” Milo cried.

Punch pulled out. Patriot Girl tilted her blindfolded face upward, opened her mouth, and waited. Only seconds later hot cum splashed in long ropes across her upturned face. At least half of it went into her mouth. And then Punch started whacking off in her face, more hot cum slathering her nose, lips, and chin.

“Welcome to BDSM sex slavery, Patriot Girl,” Milo said. “You’re going to fit in just fine.”