Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 9

“Thank you, Cindy,” Jennifer said, accepting another cup of tea. She glanced out the window of her top floor luxury office suite. “It’s almost six, you should go home.”

Her secretary smiled. “My pleasure, Jennifer. And I am about to head out. I have a date.”

“Date? With a man. How scary!”

They laughed.

“Have fun. I’ll see you Monday.”

Jennifer deflated after Cindy passed out of her office. She’d been forced back in the office by what turned out to be a minor crisis around noon. But then she turned all of her billionaire resources toward locating the captured super heroine. Even her vaulted Jade Security failed to find a single clue to Patriot Girl’s whereabouts.

She lifted her phone to read the message from Purple Avenger: Sorry, Ms P, but I failed to find anything about Patriot Girl. Have to go home to sleep and recharge, and then I’ll hit the street again.

“Coming up on twenty hours of captivity,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Lynda. I will do my best to rescue you as quickly as possible.”

Jennifer pulled her purse out of the bottom right drawer. She placed her phone inside, and closed her laptop. There wasn’t anything else she could do as Jennifer. Now it was time for Ms Patriot to hit the street.

Hit the street running, she thought, baby blues narrowing. I’ll rip Sugar Town apart if I have to, and Goddess help any fool that tries to stop me.

Standing, she smoothed down her knee length, black leather skirt. Her top was in fact a black leather jacket, snug and sassy, all paired with black over the knee boots. Her hair was left unstyled, no product, just parted down the middle. Not her usual look for the office.

“I’ll start at the alley, and check every business lining that alley first,” she thought. “Then I’ll move out one block in all directions until I find her or a clue to who took her.”

The plan would take time, but she had to be meticulous to avoid skipping over her captured sidekick. If Ms Patriot was anything, she was thorough. Some said anal retentive. But she resolved to move with speed and purpose. She couldn’t even contemplate the hell that Patriot Girl was enduring. As Ms Patriot, she’d suffered many setbacks, and they all entailed nasty, depraved sex acts.

Grimme City’s criminals are all sexual deviants, she thought, stepping into her private elevator. She pressed the G1 with a perfectly manicured finger, idly noting her manicure was just starting to look a little ragged. The elevator descended much quicker than the building’s public elevators, opening up on the first level of the underground garage. Her Benz was just a dozen steps away.

Pulling out her fob, Jennifer strode toward the car. And then men in all black, faces covered like ninjas, came flooding around from behind her car. She spun around, knowing she’d never get the elevator open in time. She found that escape route cut off by more black clad men.

She was surrounded.

“What the… NO!”

She tried to do a sidekick to the face of the first man to reach her, but her leather skirt was too tight. It effectively hobbled her when it came to fighting. She did manage to drive a sharp stiletto heel into his thigh, but he swung a haymaker at the same time, connecting with the side of her head. Jennifer was spun around, black and white flashing behind her eyes, while losing hold of her purse. Then another ninja wannabe pounded a fist into her belly, doubling her up.

Men seized her arms as a utility van sped up to skid to a stop beside them. The now terrified billionaire sucked it up, and lashed out with her only weapons: stiletto heels. All of her attacks were against the men’s knees and below, but she scored a dozen painful, bloody strikes. Nothing to make them release her. Instead, one of them stepped up and slammed a fist into her chin. Her head snapped back, and darkness sucked her down.

“Get this bitch in the van. Hurry.”

Those words registered, pulling her toward the light. She felt them dragging her limp body. Then she was lifted off her feet, only to be forced back down to her knees on a bare steel floor. A ball-gag was immediately forced into her mouth, just small enough to fit behind her teeth and fill her mouth. She groaned and tried to shake her head to keep them from buckling it tightly, but failed to do either. Then her arms were pulled back and handcuffed.

Son of a bitch, she thought. What is happening? Who are these men working for?

Jennifer had a lot of enemies, many of who would definitely consider kidnapping her. If not murdering her. Some of them were mob bosses, since she was known as the city’s top financial and political backer of the city’s super heroines.

“It’s party in the billion dollar pussy time,” one of the masked men said, flicking open a switchblade.

The raven-maned beauty screamed around her gag while he quickly sliced her skirt up the front, the blade passing half an inch from her vulnerable flesh. He cut off the skirt, then her thong undies. That done, he finished by cutting off her leather jacket top, leaving her large, firm tits sheathed in a lacy red bra.

“Damn, I like it,” the knifeman said. “Her titty hammock is the same red as her lips and nails. I love a girl who color coordinates.”

“Fuck the bra,” another man said, and ripped it off her body. “Nice tits.”

Despite the knifeman’s protests, the bra ripper shifted Jennifer around to straddle his lap, and then thrust up into her. Her eyes widened, and then rolled up as the beautiful billionaire’s back bowed. He used his lust, and her body weight, to quickly force his cock balls-deep inside her. And then he leaned forward over her and started pounding that pussy like a wild man.

“You fuckwad,” knifeman grumbled. Then he shifted so that his crotch was over Jennifer’s upturned face. Pulling out his junk, he ground his hot, sweaty balls against her face. After a long moment of that indignity, he cut the strap holding the ball in her mouth. She quickly pushed it out with her tongue, only to have it replaced by his dick. “Suck it, girl. Give me a billion dollar BJ.”

“Mmgh. Mmgh,” she moaned, mouth full of pistoning penis.

The man between her legs continued to thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. Her insides quickly succumbed, her libido firing up. Memories of the previous night’s gangbang came unbidden, accompanied by that hot, fluttery feeling starting deep in her belly. It spread quickly, and soon her entire body was hot, so hot, and all tingly. Tiny sounds of feminine pleasure bubbled up.

He fucked her right up to the brink. Jennifer struggled to keep that climax at bay. She had to preserve her sexual frustration.

Why? I’m already captured. Nonono, can’t think like that. I will escape!

“Drink it down, girl,” Knifeman cried, flooding her mouth with hot, viscous cum.

“Mmmmgh!” Sluurp. “Mmmgh.”

That distracted Jennifer, allowing the other man to finally force her body over the top. That climax exploded deep within, sending waves of pure Nirvana rushing to her fingertips and toes.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Ha! What a fucking slut,” another man said, taking Knifeman’s place. He slid his thumb across her full red lips. “She’s got pretty lips, and they’ll look great wrapped around my shaft.” He shoved his cock into Jennifer’s mouth. “Suck it, you rich, privileged cunt.”

“Mmm. Mmm,” she moaned, her head all messed up after that climax.

Two more guys came up, one to either side, and claimed her tits. They squeezed, caressed, and pinched her tits and nipples. One of them seized a nipple and shook her boob to make it quiver wildly. Others laughed.

The man fucking her mouth grasped her head in both hands, shifted his angle, and started thrusting hard and deep, trying to force his way down her throat. Jennifer struggled, gagging and hacking, but didn’t relent. She kept her throat closed off. And then the guy fucking her pussy became more frantic, his dick swelling inside her.

Jennifer’s breath caught. And then he bowed up, and released. She felt his hot cum deep inside, and that pushed her over the top yet again. She screamed around the cock trying to batter it’s way down her throat, and lost that battle as well.

“I’m deep-throating Jennifer Fucking Jade!”

Fuck, she thought. I can’t… I just can’t…

She didn’t have a choice. Submit and give herself to them meant her fate was sealed. So she had to fight them, but how? She was handcuffed, multi-climaxed, and naked in a van with an unknown number of large, strong men. Evil men who had no qualms with hurting a woman.

Jennifer sucked on that cock ravishing her throat, trying to get him off quickly so he’d pull out. Anything to get him to finish, and she managed to pull it off. He laughed as he ejaculated down her throat, pulled out, and came across her face twice more. And then the men flipped her over and ran a train on her ass.

The beautiful billionaire bucked and cried out, but they were relentless. One and all reamed her out, except for the driver. He started bitching about it about halfway through the gangbang. So two men dragged Jennifer up to the front, forced her to lean over the driver’s lap, and go down on his erection.

She sucked and bobbed, moaning and groaning. It didn’t help that another man was fucking her doggie style at the same time. But, she was able to get glimpses out the driver’s side window and windshield. Enough to know where they were located, and their probable destination.

They are taking me to Sugar Town?

That wasn’t good. Jennifer had headed and funded several unsuccessful campaigns to clean up Sugar Town. She made a lot of enemies, first among them was Anthony Patrick, AKA King Pimp. The owner of the legendary Palace was certainly rich and ruthless enough to kidnap her, just for the dubious honor of forcing her to turn tricks in his brothel.

I can’t allow that! She thought. Patriot Girl needs me!

Jennifer chomped down on the driver’s dick head. She tasted blood as the driver screamed like a ten year old girl. And then she shook her head, ravaging it. The van veered off the street to crash into a parked car.

She found herself sprawled across the dashboard, head spinning after bouncing off the windshield. But everyone else was out of sorts, too. And then good Samaritans rushed up and surrounded the van.

Jennifer screamed. “Help! They are kidnapping me!”

To her surprise, and good riddance, the kidnappers all surged out of the van. Some men responded her to cry, and tackled some of the kidnappers. A few still escaped. Jennifer was pulled out and set on her booted feet, the boots the only thing she wore. Worse, she noticed more than half of the people had their phones out and were recording her nude distress.

Shit, this is going to be splashed across the Internet within the hour. Her eyes narrowed at the last of the would-be kidnappers vanishing around a corner. I’ll have to deal with them after I find Patriot Girl.