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Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 5

Thwack!

Thor groaned. Ms Patriot’s red-gloved hand tightened on his collar. She continued to hold the semi-conscious pimp’s head and shoulders off the ground, straddling him as she hauled off and slapped him again.

Thwack!

“Wake up!” she demanded.

“Fuck you,” Thor groaned. “I’m going to file assault and battery charges against you.”

Thwack!

“Tell me where Patriot Girl is right now!”

“Patriot Girl?” Thor repeated, his eyes fluttering open. She watched him think, then smile. “Haven’t the foggiest idea. Maybe she ran away from her mean mommy mentor.”

Ms Patriot punched him in the face. She knew that look. He wasn’t going to help her, or Patriot Girl. Best to put him down and out until she found her teenage protégé. Once he collapsed bonelessly, out cold, she released him and charged into the dark alley.

“Patriot Girl! Where are you?”

Her heart thundered, reviewing everything leading up to their separation. Thor was running, so it seemed safe enough to let her keep pursuing into the alley. She had every reason to believe she’d be able to loop around and trap him between them. Then she remembered the two thugs that cut away to chase after the sidekick: Dean and Jax.

Patriot Girl was between Thor and the two thugs, but they came out this end without her, she thought. Her baby blues scanned the dark, night-shrouded alley. So dark. All lights were off, which forced her to check every pile of trash for an unconscious blonde teen. I swear, I’ll hunt them all down like rabid dogs if they hurt her.

Reaching the other end, the shapely heroine paused and scanned the bustling, neon lit street. Nothing but hookers, pushers, and johns, the actual street packed with bumper to bumper slow moving cars and pickups. Men called out to streetwalkers, who trotted out to lean into their windows, flirting and negotiating. Business as usual.

Not for Ms Patriot. Her beloved sidekick was missing. Fortunately, it’s only been for a few minutes. There was still time to save her if she could just find out where she went, or who took her away. The longer it took, the slimmer Patriot Girl’s chances of rescue became.

“Excuse me,” Ms Patriot said, grabbing a hooker’s arms. The hot little Latina jerked free and backed away, ready to bolt. “Did you see where Patriot Girl went?”

“Bitch, it ain’t my night to watch that cunt.”

Ms Patriot so wanted to punch her lights out. No time. Turning to a middle-aged middle management type. A john looking for a shot of ass.

“Sir, have you seen Patriot Girl in the last five to ten minutes?”

“Are you the real Ms Patriot? Not a hooker in a costume?”

“Yes, I’m the real deal. Think. Patriot Girl? Have you seen her tonight?”

“No. Is she here, too? She is very beautiful,” he said, eyes bright as he looked her up and down, over and over. Totally distracted. “Are you sure you’re not…”

“Fuck off,” she snapped. Everyone was making her crazy.

Ms Patriot rushed around, asking anyone and everyone about Patriot Girl. Most refused to speak to her. Others shook their heads or admitted they didn’t see her. Time was ticking. Her heart raced faster and faster.

“Have you guys seen Patriot Girl?” she asked, stopping before a group of eleven young Latino men. They were all dressed the same in gang colors. One and all gave her a cold look. Then one of them brightened up, smiled, and nodded. “You did?”

The heroine recognized the man. Martin Lopez. Leader of a street gang. At twenty-three, he’d already been to prison twice.

“Yes. I saw her a little while ago. I was here when you two split up at the intersection,” he said. “I saw everything go down.”

“Great! Where did she go? What happened to her? Where is she right now?”

“She’s… Oh. Wait. I almost forgot. You and Patriot Cunt beat me up and threw me in jail six weeks back,” he said. “I’m not feeling the love, so I think I’ll just shut up.”

“What is wrong with you?” she cried. “Patriot Girl could be in grave danger.”

He grinned and nodded. “I know.”

Ms Patriot so wanted to punch him in the face. But there were ten other men with him, five to either side. They’d shifted positions, so she was already surrounded. The chances of winning a fight against all of them was slim. Despite her superior strength, speed, and endurance, they had a better than average chance of defeating and capturing a lone heroine like her.

Even as she assessed her situation, her mind worked on the problem of getting Martin to confess Patriot Girl’s location or fate. Fighting them would doom her sexy sidekick. But could she avoid that fight? There had to be something she could say to convince him to help her.

“You have to help me.”

“I don’t.”

She growled, hands clenching and unclenching. Her only lead, and he refused to help her. She glanced left and right, noticing the other men were very covertly easing closer and closer. They were all within reach already. The fight could start at any second, unless she could convince Martin to help her.

“I’ll pay for your help. I can get you a sizable sum of cash if you help me find Patriot Girl. She’s just eighteen years old.”

“She’s that young? I didn’t know,” Martin said. “Well, that changes things.”

Hope sprang alive within. She noticed the other men stopped closing on her. She might actually save her sidekick. And then he smiled. A very scary smile full of wicked glee.

“Show me your tits.”

“What? We don’t have time for that nonsense.”

“Not if you keep wasting time,” he said. “Show me your titties, Ms Patriot, and I’ll consider helping you.”

She looked around at the smirking Latino men. Then her gaze went past them, to the crowded street. Most of the people were ignoring them, but a few were watching intently. And not a hint of Patriot Girl’s location anywhere to be seen.

“Fine,” she snapped. “Not here. In the alley.”

The men stayed in a circle around her as Martin led the way back into the dark alley. They stopped just inside, out of easy view of the street people. The men closed around her, so close she could feel their body heat in her skimpy costume.

Ms Patriot’s throat tightened, and her hands trembled with suppressed anger and humiliation as she reached back and unzipped her corset. Pulling it off, she spread her arms wide to show Martin her naked tits. His smile was big and bright, eyes locked on her perfectly defined pink nipples.

“Hey!” she cried when men seized her arms. Another wrapped an arm around her neck, squeezing. It only took her a second to realize it was a sleeper hold, but by that time her body was already going limp and the darkness was rushing in. “Uuugggh.”

He loosened his arm just before she passed out. Her shapely body was limp, held up by the men holding her arms. The choker released her neck, and then both of his hands came around to palm and squeeze her tits.

“Nice set,” he growled in her ear, before kissing it. Releasing her tits, the man reached down and unfastened her golden power belt. “She’s all yours, Martin. Depowered and helpless.”

Ms Patriot groaned in misery as she felt her super powers melt away. Now she was just a topless victim in a dark alley with evil men.

I’m so sorry, Patriot Girl. I failed you.

Her head dropped, tears rolling down her hot cheeks. Martin cupped her face, lifting it up to claim her glossy red lips in a long, deep kiss. His large, rough hands were all over her tits, squeezing and pinching.

“I actually don’t know what happened to your sidecunt,” Martin said. “I was just clowning you.”

He lowered his face to her tits, and spent the next few minutes motorboating, fondling, and otherwise enjoying her tits. Then Ms Patriot was forced to her knees before him while he unzipped.

“But I can tell you exactly what will happen to you if you don’t suck my dick,” he said. He rubbed his cock all over her upturned face. “Do it, super slut.”

“You’ll pay dearly for this, Martin,” she snarled. “I vow – Ummmgh.”

He cut her threat off by shoving his cock into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but her lips sealed around his shaft. Ms Patriot glared up at him while he held her head still with both hands, and pounded his erection into her mouth.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”

“Sounds like she likes it,” one of the other men said.

“These half-naked super sluts love getting banged,” Martin said, voice strained as he hammered her hot, wet mouth. “Damn, this puta is good. Best BJ ever.”

“Helpless super heroines are the best whores,” another man said. “Everyone knows that.”

Her face heated up as the men all laughed. She knew the truth. Give him what he wants, and get him to come as fast as possible. Come before she gets too aroused and is lost to the Curse of the Valkyrie. That would be bad.

“Mmm.”

The men released her arms, allowing her to hold onto his hip as he released her head and she began to bob. Soft moans and groans continued to escape as she gave him the ultimate pleasure. All thoughts slowly evaporated from her head. All that mattered was that cock, and sucking it properly.

And then Martin’s cock jerked in her mouth, and hot creamy cum flooded over her tongue.

“Mmm.” Sluurp.“Mmmggggh.”

The men cried out in surprised joy. They taunted her in Spanish. She only understood a few of the words. The curse words. Puta was bandied around quite a bit. Ms Patriot slowly pulled off his deflating dick, licked her lips, and covertly studied the men surrounding her. Didn’t look good.

“Hey! Be gentle,” she cried when two of the men yanked the hapless heroine to her stiletto booted feet. “There’s no need to manhandle…”

Another man stepped up behind her, and yanked her bikini bottoms down.

“Oh! What are you doing?”

Ms Patriot was pushed face first into the brick wall. Men held her arms and shoulders tightly against the wall, while a third man unzipped and started rubbing his erection all over her perky round butt. She thought that was bad enough, until he pressed closer and ran his dick up and down through her butt crack. Her back bowed as she struggled to break free.

He grabbed her well-rounded hips, pressed his hard cock against her nether lips, and PUSHED. Ms Patriot froze, baby blues huge, when he penetrated.

“Ugggh. Oooooh.”

“She liked that,” Martin said. “What a fucking whore.”

The naked heroine wanted to respond with defiance, but that cock stretched her out so well. She bit her lip, trying with all her might to not show any pleasure. Deny them everything. But, damn, she felt that thing pushing deeper and deeper, stretching her out, filling her up.

“Ooooooh.”

A moment later, he fully sheathed inside her, and then went to town. That man fucked her long and hard, pounding into her like a boss. He owned her ass for the longest time. Ms Patriot’s mind grew still, void of any thoughts other than that cock. All she knew or cared about was that pistoning cock rocking her world.

It got very hot. Her body grew shiny with sweat, as her breathing became fast and shallow. Tiny sounds of distress and pleasure bubbled out of the helpless heroine. She wiggled and writhed, back bowing even more so she could thrust her butt higher in the air. Better angle meant greater pleasure.

Ms Patriot’s breath caught when hot tingles flowed through her oversexed body. She felt that rush to climax start up, pushing her closer and closer at breakneck speed. Every deep thrust rocked her world so well, until…

“Aaaaaggggh!”

“Pop goes the super heroine,” Martin laughed.

The man continued to pound her from behind all the way through her orgasm, and through the second one. He finally pulled out and shot his load all over her quivering butt cheeks. The men all laughed and taunted her.

She was turned around, back against the wall, and one man after another fucked her. Fucked her up against that cold, rough wall. Those evil men forced her to come over and over and over again. They fucked Ms Patriot until her mind completely shut down.

After what felt like days, Ms Patriot was released to collapse at the base of the wall. The men sorted themselves out, getting their clothes back in order. Then Martin stepped up close and grinned down at the vanquished masked vigilante.

“Kneel at my feet, Ms Patriot.”

She slowly lifted her eyes. Saw the determination in his face. Saw the pleased cruelty in his eyes. Ms Patriot licked her lips. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Painfully slowly, she rolled to all fours. Then she lifted off her hands, and looked up at the now grim gang leader.

“Time to find out who has been hiding behind that mask for the last seven years.”

It took her sex-addled mind a few seconds to process his words. His fingers were digging up under the edge of her mask by then. With a cry of shock and terror, she swept his hand away with a forearm, and then she punched him in the nuts.

The other men cried out in rage as Martin stumbled away. The heroine’s mind and determination crystallized, and she surged to her booted feet in a flash. A stiletto to the mouth shattered the teeth of one man. Spinning, she smashed a roundhouse into the face of another Latino gangbanger.

A flash of gold caught her attention.

My belt!

She charged the man with her Object of Power draped over his shoulder. He dropped into a fighting stance, showing he was trained as a boxer. So she juked right, like she would attack the man to his left. When he committed to a turn in that direction, she changed directions to kick him in the chest. The man stumbled backwards, the heroine in hot pursuit.

“Ha!” she cried, snatching the all-important belt away from him. The belt went around her narrow waist in a golden blur, and super powers tingled through her shapely body. “Yes! I am empowered!”

“Fuck,” Martin cried. “Get away.”

All eleven men scattered, running away both directions down the alley. She froze, uncertain which way to pursue. And then they were gone.

“Damn, that setback was intense,” she whispered. “Thank the Goddess they don’t know I’m still depowered after that long gangbang.”

Ms Patriot looked around for her costume. Nothing. No corset. No bikini bottoms. They took her costume as a trophy, the ultimate battle trophy for bad guys in the Grimme City street wars.

“Goddess help me, I lost Patriot Girl.”