Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 17) (Patreon)

Chapter 17

Uber Woman’s baby blues fluttered open. She grimaced, sharp pain lancing through her head. Then she noticed all the noise around her. So many excited male voices. And that’s when she felt her top ripped off.

“Hey!” she cried.

Everything changed the instant she tried to move. Her arms were bound behind her back. It felt like a belt wrapped her wrists. Her legs were free, but someone was trying to dig his fingers under her bikini bottoms waistband.

“No!” she cried, lashing out with a white booted foot. Her stiletto heel ripped his tattooed forearm open, red blood gushing out. He screamed, even as others yanked him back and away. “Stay away from me!”

“Oh good, she’s awake,” some man said. “It’s more fun when they are awake to not enjoy it.”

Men laughed. Others threw horrendously crude taunts at her. Someone reached around from behind to palm a tit, giving it a painful squeeze. The pain made her freeze, an incredulous expression washing across her masked face.

“Oh no,” she gasped. The pain was too intense. It told her that she was depowered. “Leave me alone.”

Uber Woman squirmed and struggled as men held both arms, keeping her up on her feet. The platinum blonde heroine did a quick inventory. She no longer felt the silver tiara above her mask, but the mask remained. Thank the Goddess for small favors! While her wrists were tied behind her back, she felt her opera gloves, and could see her matching hot pink bikini bottoms and white thigh boots.

She scanned the crowd. All looked so excited. So evil. And then she spotted a black hooker wearing her tiara. Their eyes locked, and the hooker winked as the hand squeezing her left tit suddenly released, only to pinch and twist her sensitive nipple.

“Aaaiieee! Stop it, you moron!”

A short, stocky white man pressed up against her. He looked middle-aged, poor, and balding, wearing a white beater and jeans. One hand grabbed her between the legs, the other grabbed the back of her head and yanked her down into a kiss.

“Mmmgh!” she screamed into his mouth, before biting his lip.

“Bitch,” he growled, and slammed a fist into her solar plexus. And again.

Uber Woman screamed her rage, lashing out with booted feet. She caught the stocky man between the legs and then drove a stiletto hard between his eyes. KOed him. Seeing him spread eagle on the ground gave her a flash of satisfaction, but a bigger, more menacing man stepped up before her.

“Jorge Munoz, why am I not surprised?”

The thirty-something Hispanic pimp grinned at her. She took in his expensive suit and tie, fancy cowboy boots, and big silver belt buckle. His long dark hair was slicked back. The captured heroine tried to kick his balls up his throat, but he twisted and caught her foot below the knees.

The pimp back-handed her brutally. Uber Woman’s knees buckled, black and white flashed behind her eyes. She sagged in the arms of the men holding her up. Then Jorge pounded a fist into her belly, over and over.

“Mercy,” she gasped out.

Jorge palmed the back of her head, pulled her in close, and claimed the heroine’s full red lips in a deep, open mouth kiss. She wiggled and squirmed, her squealing protests loud and muffled. His free hand fondled her large, firm tits at the same time. After a long moment, Uber Woman figured out he was enjoying her struggles so relaxed and let him take what he wanted.

And he quickly took far more than she expected.

Someone came up behind the heroine and yanked her pink bikini bottoms down and off. The unknown man then thrust his hand up between her legs and started rubbing her hot, wet pussy with some vigor. She tried to twist away, but to no avail. He quickly had her sopping wet, tingling, and achy with need. Uber Woman panted through her nose while Jorge kissed her, body firing up so fast and unstoppable.

Long, thick fingers thrust up deep inside her. “Mmmggh.”

The man pressed closer, reaching his other hand around to rub her highly sensitive clit. She screamed into Jorge’s mouth, making the pimp laugh into her mouth. Jorge tormented her nipples so wonderfully, sending the most insane sensations rippling through her now overheated body. The unknown man drove her crazy from behind, firing up her pussy like a boss.

Uber Woman’s blue eyes rolled up when that rush to climax swelled up within. Her back bowed, rising up onto her toes… And her insides erupted like a volcano.

“Aaaaagggh!”

Laughter erupted in the crowd. They began chanting, “Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.”

The hapless heroine was quickly forced to climax again. And again. And again. Five total climaxes were forced out of her insanely shapely body. Jorge and the other man left her mind blank, body quivering like jelly.

Uber Woman was bent over at the waist. Jorge unzipped, pulled out his cock, and rubbed it all over the hapless heroine’s face. She barely understood what he was doing, and then the other man finally stopped rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. He thrust his dick deep into her instead.

“Ugggh!”

“Ha ha!” Jorge cried. “She felt that.”

He pressed his dick head to her glossy red lips. The heroine’s brain stirred a little. Understanding on a very bare minimum level stirred, and she opened her mouth. Jorge thrust half his length in right off.

“Mmmmgh.”

Jorge held her head with both hands, face-fucking the once proud heroine with gusto. The crowd cheered him and the other man on as they spit-roasted Uber Woman in the middle of the street. It sounded like a street party, so loud and boisterous. But the poor heroine had little time or energy to worry about it. It took all her limited brainpower to focus on those two cocks rocking her world.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmm. Mmm.”

They forced her to climax over and over again, leaving her spent and delirious. A mindless fucking machine until hot, thick cum flooded her mouth. Jorge pulled out and shot two more loads in her face. The other man quickly came afterwards, filling her pussy up with his seed. 

She was released to fall to all fours before the pimp. Huffing and puffing, she struggled to regain her wits as the street party raged around her. Hands reached out to cop feels of her breasts and butt, with some slaps of her butt as well. That abuse helped to pull her out of the Curse.

“My friends. Listen up, my friends,” Jorge shouted. “I’m about to take this formerly super ho away, and start working her on the street like she so richly deserves!”

That was met with wild cheers. 

“But first, let’s pick someone from the crowd to UNMASK her.”

Hot and cold washed through Uber Woman with those most dreaded words. Unmasked? Her? 

Not on my watch.

Uber Woman surged up to her feet, dropped low, and swept away the feet of the men surrounding her. That included Jorge who went down amid Spanish curses. She kicked left, right, all around to clear a space around her, but the crowd didn’t back down. Instead, it surged at her with an animal growl.

Must escape!

She made it three steps before the crowd bowled her over. The shapely heroine was tackled to the street, hands all over her body. Uber Woman tried with all her might and battle skill, but the mob was just as determined and filled with rage. She was pinned to the ground on her back, men kneeling on her forearms and hands to keep her in place. Others dragged her long legs apart and held them pressed to the street. Then a big black man lay between her legs, grinned at her, and thrust his cock deep inside her.

“Uggggh, you bastard.”

And elderly white man then straddled her face, grinding his hot, sweaty balls all over. After a moment, before the black man was fully sheathed inside her, the grandpa forced his cock into her hot, wet mouth. With a frustrated groan, the blonde heroine started grunting with every stroke.

She moaned and groaned, insides melting into a hot mess. Her mind started to still, while her hips began thrusting up. And then the blonde beauty started sucking that invading cock. The old man only lasted a minute or so before filling her mouth with cum. Then a young man replaced him, his hairy balls slapping her across the eyes with every thrust.

There was a commotion in the crowd. “Mask! Mask!”

Uber Woman tensed. She struggled to prepare herself for unmasking. They wanted her mask too much to deny them. The mob would take what it wanted from her. 

Angry screams erupted to her left. Men shouted, women shreaked in fury. It sounded like a fight, but not for her. Uber Woman groaned when the man fucking her finally came, pulled out, and another man quickly replaced him and thrust into her. And that’s when a dwarf suddenly appeared out of the crowd, straddled her chest, and started titty-fucking her while yanking on her nipples while singing, “I’m the titty-fuck man!”

The man skull fucking her finally came, in her mouth and all over her upturned face. He pulled away and she spotted the black hooker wearing her tiara to one side, recording her defilement with her phone. Anger flared, but the next man straddled her face, and thrust into her mouth.

“I commanded you to STOP!” Omega Girl voice shouted.

The man banging Uber Woman’s pussy was yanked out of her, lifted up, and hurled into the man thrusting into the hapless heroine’s mouth. Uber Woman found an auburn-haired beauty in a sky blue costume standing beside her. Omega Girl snatched up the dwarf and used him like a club to smash down the hooker recording the gangbang. Then she snatched the tiara off the hooker’s head, and put it back on it’s rightful owner.

“Oh!” Uber Woman cried, super powers surging through her body like never before. She felt the talisman’s healing magic start right away, and it cleared the fog in her head caused by the Curse. “Yes!”

“Can you fly?” Omega Girl shouted, yanking the blonde to her feet. “Can you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, and lifted up. 

Together, they flew up about fifty feet. As they hovered, Uber Woman shook off the cobwebs, feeling her body returning to normal. Then she hugged the much younger super heroine.

“Thank you so much for rescuing me,” she said. The blonde tapped the golden Ω on Omega Girl’s chest. “You could change that to the alpha sign and become Alpha Girl, because you’re the top in my book.”

“Aww, you are so sweet,” she said. “But let’s get you home. I think you need some recovery time.”

“No. No,” she said, looking around frantically. “I wasn’t the only one captured. Ms Patriot, Purple Avenger, and Silver Angel were all captured as well.”

Omega Girl’s wides went big and round. “Where did they take them?”

“House of Joy,” she said.

They turned to stare at the House of Joy, just one block down the street. A massive crowd stood outside the notorious BDSM sex club and brothel. Uber Woman flinched. There was no way she could penetrate that crowd to get inside, even if she was still at full power.

“Over there!” Omega Girl cried, pointing the other direction up the street. “Isn’t that Silver Angel?”

Uber Woman’s breath caught. It was her, and worse, Thor Stormhardt had possession of her. The pimp and his thugs were dragging the poor heroine away. Rage filled the heroine.

“Let’s trash those stinking pimps!”

She took off flying like an air-to-surface missile. Omega Girl struggled to keep pace with her. And they flew straight into the small crowd around Silver Angel, smashing half of them to the ground including the captured heroine. Uber Woman spun into savage roundhouse kicks, while Omega Girl flew all around the men, lashing out with fists, knees, and feet. Together they bedeviled and battered those red-light district thugs. 

“Go ahead and run, you cowards,” Uber Woman cried when the the men scattered. “Pigs!”

And then Uber Woman and Omega Girl were next to Silver Angel, helping the other blonde to stand. She remained discombobulated, looking week and battered. She was, of course, depowered. No power belt to be seen. Like Uber Woman, she stood there in just mask, gloves, and boots.

“Do you know what happened to Ms Patriot and Purple Avenger?”

“No. Kinda,” she said. “I don’t know what happened to Ms Patriot, but Purple Avenger was taken with me. King Pimp claimed her. I think she was taken back to the Palace.”

“Oh no, no, no.”