Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 17) (Patreon)

Chapter 17

Thwack!

“Uh! Oooh.”

“Ride him,” Johan snarled. “Ride that big dick, bitch.”

Thwack!

“Uh! Oooh.”

Super Mom bounced up and down Jake’s cock as fast as she could. Her long hair, large boobs, and sweetly rounded butt all bounced and jiggled with her efforts. Tiny animal sounds bubbled out of the defeated and defiled heroine. Hands on his thick, muscular chest, she rode Jake like a cowgirl should. The big Aryan Guard grinned, hands all over her tits as he watched her face.

“Bitch is feeling my dick, for sure,” Jake sneered. “I’m rocking her slutty little cunt.”

Thwack! Thwack!

Johan’s hand continued to swat her bright red butt cheeks, alternating between them. Her butt felt like it was on fire. Stripped of her super powers, Super Mom felt everything in excruciating intensity. That cock was rocking her world. If not for Johan spanking her so hard, so viciously, she would’ve already come three or four times.

“Oh Master! I’m doing my very best!”

Thwack!

“Not good enough!”

Thwack!

Johan was the most merciless of them all. He was the worst in the eight days and nights of her slavery. The big Aryan Guard was her handler, so wasn’t even fucking her. Probably wasn’t permitted to have sex with her while on duty. He just spanked her while others had sex with her. Thank God he was only using his open hands.

Jake’s back bowed, and she felt his hot seed flood her womb. The sex slave cried out, and her body responded as usual. That sexy squirt sent her over the edge, body convulsing as orgasmic pleasure pulsed through her shapely, sweat-shiny body. Johan waited just long enough for Jake to finish ejaculating, before he yanked her off his cock.

Super Mom was shoved to the cold tile floor. All she wore was her heroine thigh boots. The gloves and corset-teddy were wadded up in the corner, along with her mask and silver belt. The Null Collar remained around her neck.

She cut rage-filled eyes at her handler. Johan wore the black, gray, and white camouflage uniform of an Aryan Guard. A black utility belt encircled his waist, from which hung a police baton. He also wore a black beret and dark sunglasses.

“Who’s next?” Johan demanded. “Ah, fuck that. Line up. You boys are going to run a train on her ass.”

Super Mom groaned. What was wrong with that man? Did she arrest him once? Beat him up? None of her other handlers had treated her so rudely and crudely. None of them had taken charge and controlled how other soldiers used and abused her.

The handler dragged her up atop a table, forcing her to lay back and spread her legs wide. She watched the first soldier approach. All of them were over six foot four, with the tallest towering over her at seven foot two. They were tall, heavily muscled, and blonde. One and all. And they had big dicks, which was her biggest concern. Bitch taming dicks.

Looking past him, she saw the other seven soldiers start lining up, including the man she just fucked. Indeed, every single one of them had already had her during that session. How much longer must she fuck them?

Why should I care? she thought. Johan will just drag me over to another squad to fuck.

The first soldier grabbed her booted ankles, spreading her legs wider. He smirked down at her. She felt her face heat up, knowing what he was admiring. Her heavily used and abused pussy was red, cum dribbling out and sliding down her taint and across her sphincter. She knew. She felt it as that viscous jizz moved.

“Guide me in, Super Cunt.”

Super Mom flinched, but reached down between her legs wrapped her long, delicate fingers around his shaft. It felt so long, thick, and hard. She was really going to feel that, but she obediently guided him to her pussy. He gave a little push, got right up to her entrance, and stared down into her eyes. She returned his gaze.

“Uggh,” she grunted when he thrust into her. Hilted in one.

Her eyes fluttered closed, back bowing, and a low groan bubbled up. He started thrusting with gusto. Pounding into her. Ruthless. Loveless. Just raw, primal fucking. A man trying to spread his seed, trying to impregnate to continue his line.

The soldier released her ankles, allowing her to wrap her long legs around him. Her hips began to thrust up as the pleasure increased, filling her senses with a need to breed. She wasn’t sure if it was mental, emotional, or physical, but she couldn’t help but get into sex. Didn’t matter if it hurt or felt amazing. She just responded.

He grabbed her jostling tits, squeezing painfully hard, forcing milk to fountain up. It splattered all over her face, neck, tits, and belly. He laughed and squeezed harder and harder. More and more hot mother’s milk soaked her. He wasn’t even drinking it like the men usually did. Just wasting it.

He’s a pig.

He released her tits, but it got worse. The soldier wrapped his hands around her throat. And squeezed. The other soldiers and her handler just grinned. Super Mom was less enthusiastic. He cut off her air. She couldn’t breathe. Soon, darkness began creeping in from all directions.

He’s going to murder me in his sick lust!

Super Mom panicked. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and then lashed straight up at his head. The invading darkness made it impossible to see his face, much less aim. She struck out blindly. A stiletto heel plunged into his right eye, bursting it.

The soldier wailed as he lurched straight back into the others. She saw Johan pull his baton and come at her. Super Mom rolled off the table a second before that baton bounced off where her head had been. She never even thought about it. Instinct kicked in. The raven-haired beauty spun into a roundhouse, aiming at her handler’s head. He swung the baton at the same time.

Her foot struck first, stiletto heel smashing into his temple. And that caused him to miss his target, striking her in the neck. While the strike was powerful enough to break her neck, to kill her, it hit the Null Collar. The collar shielded her flesh, saving Super Mom a serious injury if not death.

“Oh,” she gasped, super powers flooding throughout her body. “He broke my collar. I’m free. I am EMPOWERED!”

“Oh fuck,” one of the soldiers gasped.

“Oh fuck indeed,” she said, voice low and filled with rage.