Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

Chapter 15

“Silver Angel!” Purple Avenger screamed as they were both carried out of the sex club’s back door. Darkness enveloped them all. “Silver Angel!”

Her friend remained limp, unconscious. Purple Avenger didn’t know if she was drugged or beaten unconscious. No obvious blood.

She might be the lucky one between us.

The beautiful African-American heroine struggled mightily against her bindings. Her captors had bound her wrists, knees, and ankles. More importantly, they’d removed her all-important power belt, leaving her no stronger than a normal woman her size. The depowered heroine twisted and turned, bucked and wiggled as hard and fast as she could. And success! She broke free of the men carrying her at shoulder height, and promptly landed face-first on the cold concrete. The angry men kicked her all over, mostly in the ribs and face.

“Oooooh,” the busty beauty moaned, barely hanging onto consciousness.

And up she went, back above the men’s shoulders as they cheered and jeered, carrying her and the blonde heroine away. For the next few minutes it was just a blur of street lights, jubilant faces, and so many grasping, squeezing hands all over her shapely body.

“Aaaiieee!” she cried out when a finger wiggled up her butt. 

The crowd flowed into another dark alley, and dumped the two heroines side-by-side on the ground. Purple Avenger struggled up, sitting with her thigh-booted legs curled up next to her. Silver Angel moaned and groaned, eyes fluttering open.

“Silver! Silver!” Purple Avenger cried. “Are you all right?”

The beautiful blonde gasped, and then started struggling against the bindings around her wrists, knees, and ankles. She bucked and writhed to no avail, but amused the evil street people watching. The dark, lusty eyes of the men surrounding the two helpless heroines sent a chill up Purple Avenger’s spine.

“No. I’m very not right,” she gasped out, relaxing to pant furiously. “This sucks so much. What went wrong?”

“We all fell to superior numbers,” Purple Avenger whispered.

“All? Ms Patriot and Uber Woman, too?”

She nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

One of the men grabbed Silver Angel’s hair and dragged the heroine up to her knees. Purple Avenger looked around, noticing so many of the men holding or otherwise touching their junk. Some had noticeable bulges down there. Yeah, it didn’t look good.

“Looks like Mistress Tabitha organized a trap for us,” Silver Angel said. “This sucks so much.”

“You said that already.”

“I know, but this really does suck so much.”

As if to prove her point, first Thor Stormhardt and then King Pimp pushed through the crowd to stand before them. Tall, slim Thor stood smirking, dressed in a purple suit and bowler. Swagger stick in hand. Tall, muscular King Pimp came in a dark gray suit, which looked super expensive. 

“I want Purple Avenger,” King Pimp said right off, his dark eyes boring into her. He reached down, grabbed her bikini top between her heavy tits, and yanked it off. Her tits jostled enticingly. “We have history.”

“Dammit,” Purple Avenger gasped. Licking glossy purple lips as she stared up at the big black pimp with fear-filled brown eyes, she steeled herself, “Y-You won’t… You won’t get away with this.”

“We’ll be avenged,” Silver Angel said. “Just you wait and see.”

“I’m fine with taking Silver Cunt,” Thor said, ignoring the heroines’ pathetic threats. “I have history with all of the heroines. Silver Angel is going to earn me a fuck ton of cash on the street.”

Thor stepped closer to the black heroine, reached down and pinched her chin. His eyes filled with lust as he pulled her lip down, and then pushed his thumb into her mouth. Purple Avenger stared up into his merciless eyes, a lump growing in her throat.

“Suck it.”

Tiny distressed sounds bubbled up, but Purple Avenger slowly sealed her full lips around his thumb and sucked. His cruel grin widened, and a single tear rolled down her flushed cheeks.

“My man,” the tall, blonde pimp said. “What do you say we share our bounty with each other before we take our chosen girl away?”

“My thoughts exactly,” King Pimp said, eyes holding Silver Angel’s wide hazel eyes.

Thor yanked Purple Avenger to her stiletto-booted feet, shoved her against the brick wall, and then pulled out a switchblade. He quickly cut her leg bindings.

“Don’t damage her costume,” King Pimp said. “She needs it for her new job in the Palace on the super heroine floor.”

“What? Nononono!” the shapely heroine cried.

While Thor pulled her bikini bottoms down, King Pimp pulled a struggling Silver Angel to her booted feet, freed her legs, and stripped off her bustier and thong. Then both heroines found themselves pushed back against the cold brick wall, evil pimps kissing and fondling them to the wild cheers of the crowd.

Purple Avenger tried to knee Thor in the nuts, but that wasn’t his first rodeo. He’d captured heroines before, and knew how to take full advantage of them. She cried out in rage and disgust when he buried his face in her tits, motorboating her, sucking on her nipples. Worst of all, she profoundly felt every touch, nibble, kiss. Her Valkyrie body responded, wonderful sensations rippling throughout her oversexed body.

She bucked and twisted, but couldn’t keep Thor out. Before she knew it, the tall white pimp was firmly between her legs, and thrusting up inside her. Purple Avenger cried out, eyes huge, as his monster cock stretched her tight hole painfully. Her back bowed, body freezing otherwise. He held her against that wall, and reamed her out with gusto.

“You’re a pig.”

“I know,” he said. “Pig. Pimp. Same thing. Still best job in the world.”

He pounded up into her, hard and fast. Thor quickly fully sheathed inside her, his balls slapping her taint. Purple Avenger moaned and groaned, feeling him sliding in and out, over and over, completely melting her insides. It got so hot and fluttery inside she started to rock her head back and forth in disbelief.

This can’t be happening to me!

Thor pushed her right up to the brink. The heroic beauty struggled to keep her pleasure from peaking.

Must not give him the bragging rights of climaxing me.

Her body jolted, which almost completely smashed her emotional walls. The black beauty cried out, clamping down on her raging emotions. Denying him. And then he pinched and twisted a sensitive nipple.

“Aaaaiiee! Pig!”

That broke her concentration. She understood her mistake right off.

“Nooooo!”

Her body surged. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and that intensified both of their pleasure. Purple Avenger’s long, shapely legs wrapped around the pimp, ankles crossed, and squeezed as her body erupted with insane pleasure. Wave after wave washed through her overheated body as the young beauty bucked and cried out. 

“Bam, babygirl,” Thor cried triumphantly. “My bitch tamer can’t be denied.”

He slammed into her relentlessly, forcing the hapless heroine to climax again. Then again. And by that time her mind had shut down, not a thought passing through. All Purple Avenger cared about, all she understood was that amazing cock rocking her world so thoroughly.

Thor stopped fucking her. He pulled out, and pushed her down to her knees. Purple Avenger’s glassy eyes locked on his long, thick cock bouncing before her face. So big. So shiny with her love juices. He palmed the back of her head with one hand, guiding his dick to her full purple lips with the other. Thor traced her lips with the tip, before pressing insistently against her closed mouth. She swallowed the lump in her throat, opened wide, and went down on him.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, taking him to the back of her tongue right off.

Purple Avenger’s mind started to stir as she sucked the pimp’s cock. She heard soft moans to her right. Cutting her eyes over, she watched Silver Angel tea-bagging King Pimp’s hairy balls, before starting to lick them. The blonde heroine was obviously lost in the Curse of the Valkyrie, now a raging nymphomaniac. 

I’m almost there, she thought. “Mmm. Mmm.”

The hapless heroine pulled off his cock, licked her way down to his balls, and rubbed her face all over his nuts. She moaned as she tea-bagged herself like that, wondering why it gave her such satisfaction. Then she kissed, nuzzled, and licked her way back up his dick, before going all the way down on him.

“Mmm,” she moaned with every deep bob. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”

Her shapely body fired up, so fluttery and liquidy hot inside. Her pussy throbbed with achy need. Purple Avenger felt desperation welling up, a deep unquenchable need to breed. A unquenchable thirst for cum. And then, finally, glory.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, hot cum flooding her mouth. Purple Avenger swallowed, and took two more loads in her mouth. “Mmmmm.”

“I think the Curse has taken Purple Avenger,” Thor said. “This bitch is full blown nympho now.”

“Same with Silver Angel,” King Pimp said. “These super hoes are all born to sell their bodies. Natural born whores.”

Purple Avenger sat back on her leg, noticing Silver Angel had already done so. They looked at each other, seeing the lust in each other’s eyes. She turned toward the blonde, who turned to face her. Then they leaned into each other and started making out.

“Ha ha! Look at them go,” King Pimp taunted. “Full blown whores. They can’t get enough.”

Thor held up his hand. The crowd quieted down. 

“My friends, King Pimp and I previously came up with a fun way to pay each and every one of you for your service to the Sugar Town community by capturing these two beauties.”

“Each of you will be given a ticket for sex,” King Pimp said. “You can cash in that ticket at my brothel, the Palace, for any girl, including Purple Avenger. Or you can cash in the ticket with any of Thor’s girls, including Silver Angel.”

“So line up, and you will each be given a ticket,” Thor said.

A line of ten men stood at the end of the alley, handing out red paper tickets to the men and women as they passed out of the alley. King Pimp then pulled Purple Avenger away from her super heroine makeout session. 

“Time to go, my little pet,” he sneered. “Time to put your sweet round ass to work on the Palace’s Super Heroine Floor.”

He swept her off her feet, carrying her away. She looked back to see Thor collar and leash Silver Angel, leading her the opposite way down the alley. Tears rolled down her hot cheeks, knowing she’d never see her friend again. Never know freedom again. 

I’m a sex slave now. Lost in the gutter.

King Pimp took her to a nearby brothel. A small brothel that she knew he also owned. They entered an empty bedroom on the ground floor, off the back door. Five of his men followed them inside.

“The car will be here in five minutes, boss,” one of the men said.

“Good. Take out your phone, Raul,” King Pimp said. “I want a video of this to post online.”

Two of the men held onto Purple Avenger’s arms. She instantly understood what was about to happen. Her heart thundered. The helpless, depowered heroine struggled, twisting and writhing with all her might. All to no avail, because King Pimp seized the hair at the back of her head, held her head still, and dug his fingers up under the edge of her mask.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this, Purple Cunt,” he sneered. “Your heroic days are over. I own you, body and soul. Unmasking you will seal your fate.”

“Nononono! Not allowed!” she cried. “Respect my privacy! We can make a deal! A deal!”

“A deal?”

“YES!”

“Okay, this is the deal,” he said, and started pealing the mask off her face. “I unmask you. You submit. And then I will whore you out for the rest of your life.”

“Nooooo!” she screamed, but that mask came off.

“Fuck me! You’re… You’re that ADA,” he cried, looking stunned. And then an evil grin spread across his face. “You sent me to county jail five times, bitch!”

That face-stripping sucked the air out of her. Purple Avenger went limp. She felt broken. More than defeated and debased. Utterly destroyed. 

“Tanika Grayson,” King Pimp sneered. “Purple Avenger. I own you. Say it.”

Wet brown eyes fluttered open, cutting up at his triumphant face. She groaned, squirmed, and finally nodded. Her eyes dropped as she whimpered.

“You own me,” she whispered. “I am yours.”