Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 7) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 7

Next morning, Friday…

“Oooh, Goddess. Oooh Goddess,” Jennifer groaned.

The shapely billionaire was down in the Patriot Cave, completely nude. Body shiny with sweat, long black hair plastered to her neck, shoulders, and back as she rode that Sybian saddle. That instrument of ultimate female masturbation hummed between her taut thighs, sending the most mind-boggling vibrations straight into her pussy, straight into her uber sensitive clit.

Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, with a bright red ball-gag forced up between her teeth. Scattered around her on the polished concrete floor were various size dildos, vibrators, and lubricants, as well as other items of feminine self pleasure.

She pushed at the rubber ball in her mouth, while struggling in vain against the handcuffs. Her body was moving of it’s own accord, trying to maximize her pleasure. Pushing her closer and closer. So wonderful. So stressful. So sexy. So….

Jennifer rolled her hips, grinding her clit against that vibrator. The most wonderful sensations spiraled up into her body, set her core on fire. It pushed her closer and closer, until she was right there on the brink…

That rush to climax started.

“Mmmgh. Mmgh,” she cried, rolling off the Sybian and rushing across the full bath. A cold shower was already running, and she plunged in. The shock of that frigid water pulled a cry of pain out of the proud beauty, making every muscle in her body tense painfully tight. Oooooooh. Just in time.

The cold water killed her libido dead. Shut it all down. So close.

The raven-maned beauty stood in the shower upon wobbly knees, body shaking like a leaf. She’d been at it for three hours. Pushing her libido the very edge, and then washing her arousal away with a cold shower.

I hate this so much, she thought, huffing and puffing through her nose. The ball gag blocked some of the air her tormented body needed. So hard. Yet.

I should check.

Jennifer staggered out of the shower, moving up to the very corner of the vanity. She turned her back to it, and then squatted down until her bound hands touched the counter. Then she carefully moved the left cuff over to the very corner, using the mirror to guide her. There was a button on that pair of specialty handcuffs, and when depressed the cuff snapped open. No key needed.

Leaving the other cuff around her right wrist, Jennifer unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out.

“That feels awesome. Ball gags are the worst.”

The naked beauty picked up the golden power belt and fastened it around her waist. The erotic tingles of returning super powers washed through. Almost pushed her over the top, but she clamped down on her physical and emotional vulnerabilities long enough for it to pass.

“That was intense. I might be fully empowered.”

If she was fully devoid of sexual frustration, she would’ve still felt the return of super powers, but with no accompanying strength. But after three hours of tormenting her body, not allowing herself to climax, Jennifer had built up her sexual frustrations to their usual levels. Yeah, it had felt that intense.

To test it further, she left the bathroom and approached a machine that measured physical strength. She grabbed the two handles, squeezing with all her might. Then she forced them through a series of maneuvers, strongly resisted by the machine. Finally, she kicked and punched a bag on the side. And then she checked the results.

The display showed all of her results, all very near her peak abilities. The last line made her smile. It was the most important, giving an overall judgment.

Effective strength: 9.96 men.

“Almost full strength,” she muttered, and did a fist pump. “I’m ready.”

The gangbangers had really worked her over good. Fucked the super heroine strength right out of her. They made her climax so many times there wasn’t an ounce of sexual frustration left within her to fuel her power belt. Thankfully, seven years as a heroine had taught her well how to reclaim her power.

Jennifer turned the hot water on, and took a proper shower. Then she washed her waist-length black hair, before styling it back into her parted down the middle look. Then she made up her face, before gluing the blue mask on. That done, She stepped into her blue, star-spangled thong bikini bottoms, then wrapped the red and white vertically striped corset around her body. The heroine then fluffed her boobs up to be displayed better in that strapless corset, before pulling on her red patent thigh boots. Next came the golden choker around her slender neck, followed by the long and shiny red opera gloves.

“I am Ms Patriot,” she declared. There was a minor flash of magic, since the power belt already considered her in her heroine persona. That made the magic “see” the costume. Then she turned back into her other persona. “I am Jennifer Jade.”

There was a flash, and Jennifer stood there in a metallic gray halter dress, skin tight, with a smattering of pink flowers. Pink stiletto pumps on her feet. Hair pulled up into a pompadour ponytail. Her jewelry was a small fortune in diamonds.

“Perfect,” she whispered. “I am Ms Patriot.”

And she stood there as Grimme City’s premier super heroine again. A smile flitted across her glossy red lips, before she turned to her Patriot Mobile parked atop its carousel. Slipping in behind the wheel, she started the red, white, and blue painted Ferrari and put her into gear.

She roared through the Patriot Cave access tunnel, to emerge several miles away onto a private road. It was still night. The car clock showed it was 4:23 AM. A few minutes later, she sped up onto the freeway into Grimme City. Pulling her super heroine phone out of her right thigh boot, she accessed the local heroines’ secure network.

“Great. Purple Avenger is logged in on patrol.”

She sent a voice message to the other heroine: “Purple Avenger, Patriot Girl has been captured by unknown persons. I have your GPS location, so will be there in five minutes. I am desperate. I need you.”

Seconds later, “I’ll wait here. I’m so sorry, but we’ll find her. Promise.”

Tears welled up, and she nodded before setting her phone aside. Her mind went to previous setbacks, where bad men captured her. Oh, the things they did to her! Grimme City criminals just wanted to get their dicks inside any captured heroine, as quickly as possible. For good reason, the heroine usually escaped quickly. So the bad guys did as much nasty stuff to them as possible, as fast as possible.

“I can well imagine what you are enduring right now, my friend. Be super heroine strong,” she whispered. “Purple Avenger and I are going to find and free you. Just be strong until then.”

Purple Avenger waited in Grimme City’s largest, most notorious red light district: Sugar Town. It lay just east of downtown, full of strip clubs, peep shows, and brothels. Head shops and boutiques for hookers and strippers also operated there. The streets were neon lit, everything flashing in all the colors of the rainbow, and quite a few man-made colors.

Ms Patriot watched pimps, pushers, and some hookers quickly slip into doors and alleys as she cruised down the crowded streets. She found the alley where Purple Avenger waited, driving halfway down it’s length to find the other heroine.

Purple Avenger sat on her purple and silver racing bike, chatting up a Chinese-American hooker. The hooker gave Ms Patriot a wary look, and hurried away. The African-American heroine stood up, tall and proud, striking a pose. Ms Patriot’s breath caught. Purple Avenger’s body looked amazing in that skimpy purple leather bikini and thigh boots costume. A purple mask and opera gloves finished out her look, along with silver choker and power belt.

“Hi, beautiful,” Purple Avenger cried, rushing up to hug her. “How are you doing?”

“I’m getting by, but I won’t be good until Patriot Girl as safe.”

“Understood,” she said. “I’ve already started my search. You saw me speaking with Jenny Cho.”

Ms Patriot nodded, cringing slightly at the hooker’s first name. Her oldest and dearest friends still called her Jenny, too.

“She actually has heard that Patriot Girl was captured tonight,” Purple Avenger said. “Though, not who captured her. But word of her fall is spreading like wildfire in Sugar Town.”

“Well, that’s not going to help.”

“I also spoke to Fast Freddie Franks. He’ll keep alert for any information on her,” she said. “But he hasn’t heard anything specific yet.”

Ms Patriot nodded. Fast Freddie was one of the most reliable informants on the street. There were others as good or better, though. Informants who purposely went out and searched out information.

“I spotted Jamie Ortiz down the street, just this side of Cornwall,” Ms Patriot said. “No one’s seen Phil the Pill in two weeks, but I visited with Wee Willy Wank the day before yesterday.”

“That sounds unpleasant.”

“It always is. He’s such a surly pig of a man,” she said. “Totally obsessed with my boobs. I despise him.” They both nodded, grimacing. “Yet, he’s the best we have. Dammit.”

“We can’t visit him together,” Purple Avenger said. “You know he’ll demand sex as part of the payment, just because he knows he has us over a barrel. If we both go, it’ll be another threesome.”

Ms Patriot rolled her eyes. Two years back, Uber Woman was captured. She and Purple Avenger questioned Wee Willy together. He knew exactly who had Uber Woman, and where. But he forced them into bed, for a three hour threesome, before he told them a thing more.

“I’ll bite the bullet and visit him,” Ms Patriot said, her pussy starting to heat up and tingle. “If you’ll question Jamie. Together, I hope we can quickly find where Patriot Girl is being held.”

“I’m on it,” Purple Avenger said, gave her another hug, and jumped on her motorcycle.

The shapely African-American heroine was gone in a flash. Ms Patriot dug out her phone, took several steadying breaths, and called Wee Willy.

“Hey hey, sweet thang,” Wee Willy answered. “How lucky am I that you called me twice in one week? How’d my last tip turn out?”

“It was good,” she said. But her mind went to what she had to do to pay for that tip. He wanted to titty fuck her, but she managed to offer him such a large sum of money he settled for groping her tits and ass. Which he’d already done during negotiations. “I have a big favor to ask.”

“My favorite kind of favor. The bigger the favor, the better the reward.”

“Have you heard anything about Patriot Girl being captured?”

“What? No,” he said. “I mean, maybe.”

“Too late, jerkwad,” she snapped. Ms Patriot paused to calm herself. Not looking good for Patriot Girl. Not at all. “Do what you have to do, Wee Willy. If you find my protégé before I do, you’ll get whatever reward you ask.”

“Oh, wow,” he gasped. “I’m on it!”