Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 20) (Patreon)

Chapter 20

After an excruciatingly long day and night in the holding cell, answering every single man’s most depraved yearnings, jailers came into the cell and wrestled Super Mom away from the prisoners. It was a bedraggled, cum-stained, sticky woman they dragged out. She teetered atop her stilettos, knees wobbly. Her mind barely functioned at first, having endured untold hours of nonstop sex and abuse.

Super Mom couldn’t even walk. Two jailers seized her arms, and dragged her to a side room, her booted feet dragging behind. There were five jailers in total, and it took all of them to strip her the rest of the way, get her into a cold shower, and roughly wash her shapely body.

The icy cold water woke Super Mom up, but she remained depowered. Too weak to fight off even a small man. But the guards didn’t try to sexually use or abuse, other than their hands touching her so intimately during the bath.

They forced her to walk within their midst deeper into the jail.

The Dungeon, she reminded herself. So aptly named.

“Why am I naked? Where’s my costume?”

“You’ll get it back in time, or not,” one of them said. “You’re going to prison, cunt. So get used to it. This is your life for the next ten to fifteen years.”

They took her to a private cell. No one shared it with her. Solitary confinement. Just an uncomfortable looking cot, stainless steel toilet and sink. Not even a mirror. Every wall was gray plate steel, even the door.

Thank God.

Then her eyes lifted up to find cameras in all four corners. They would watch her 24/7.

The men shoved her against the cold steel wall. Two of them held her arms straight out. The other three stood in line before her, and then the middle man stepped close and kneed her between the legs. Over and over until she was on the verge of passing out. He then grabbed her face in a viselike grip, pressed his face in close, and leered at her.

“We’re all secret members of the Fourth Reich, Super Cunt. And we’ve been put in charge of you,” he snarled. “You will do what you are told, be very submissive and obedient, or we will do terrible things to you. This I promise. Understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped out. “I understand.”

She was forced to her knees. He unzipped. Super Mom lifted tearful eyes, saw his determination, and bit her lip. Then she opened her mouth, tongue rolling out. He grinned.

“Good girl.”

He slowly pushed his erection across her tongue and into her mouth. Super Mom groaned, taking him in deep and sealed her lips around his shaft. She started sucking and bobbing. No more tears. It was her lot in life. She tried, but couldn’t muster any hope for her future. If the Fourth Reich was given control of her in jail, then she had no doubt she would conveniently “escape” right into Heike’s hands.

I’m doomed.

Holding onto his hips, she really started to suck. She reverted back to her time as Heike’s sex slave, where her only goal was to make men come as fast as possible in a vain attempt to bring the abuse to an end. Only, it just allowed more men to have her. Still, something within made her try. She needed that little bit of hope.

He pulled out of her mouth to grind his hairy balls in her face. She took that tea-bagging silently, eventually ending up licking and sucking his nuts before he shoved it back into her mouth. So she wrapped a hand around his cock’s base to stroke him as she sucked. He filled her mouth a few minutes later.

“Mmm,” she moaned, swallowing every drop.

The next jailer pulled the heroine to her feet. He shoved her back against the wall, face buried in her neck and fragrant hair. He kissed and nibbled, hands all over her tits and butt, making her gasp and squirm. He got her libido fired up, and then grabbed her butt with both hands, lifted her feet off the floor, and thrust into her tight wetness.

“Ugggh!”

Her long legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her like a man possessed. She felt his cock profoundly, every thrust pulling a grunt out of her. Every thrust reverberating throughout her body and psyche. And he quickly pushed her already aroused, primed for sex body over the top.

“Aaaagggh! Ooooh. Oooh.”

“She’s such a raging slut,” another jailer said. “The bitch is enjoying this more than us.”

The jailer forced her to climax again, before he creamed her pussy. When he pulled out, a torrent of cum followed him out. She felt the cum flow, some of it dribbling down her inner thighs, but most splashing between her feet. He then forced her to all fours, face in that nasty puddle of cum.

“Clean up after yourself, Super Whore,” he snarled.

Super Mom had to lick up all that cum. She had to lick the steel floor clean. And halfway through doing so, the third jailer mounted her from behind. Fucked her doggie style, while swatting her stinging butt. He fucked her until her mind shut down, went still. She came three times in quick successions before he finally pulled out and came all over her butt.

The fourth jailer forced her to crawl to the cot, hand in her hair. She was dragged atop the cot, forced to lay back. He threw her feet over his shoulders and thrust into her, pounding her hard and fast. He fucked that poor super heroine longer and harder than anyone, making her body convulse in one orgasm after another, all while the other four men taunted and insulted her about it. What a slut. Bitch loves it. Whore. Tramp.

He pulled out to come all over her twat and inner thighs. Left her even more of a wet, sticky mess.

“Damn, you’re disgusting, whore,” the last jailer sneered. He dropped his pants, sat on her cot, and spread his knees. “Titty fuck me.”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped, not even realizing what she said. Super Mom crawled up between his legs, took her tits in both hands, and wrapped their pillowy softness around his erection. Looking up into his eyes, she bit her lip, and started stroking him. “Like this, Master?”

“Good start,” he said, and gave her a light slap across the face. “Less talking. More titty fucking.”

He randomly slapped her while she titty fucked him, until he pushed her face down so his cock tapped her lips with every upward thrust. He quickly coated her lips with his pre-cum, before hot cum fountained out all over her face and boobs. And then he shoved her away in disgust.

The jailers all stood around her, glaring down at the vanquished super heroine.

“If you tell anyone, anyone at all, about how you were treated in jail, about how you were fucked and gangbanged and passed around in here, then we will kill you,” their leader said. “Then we will hunt down your family and kill them, too. Do you understand, Super Fuckmeat?”

She dropped her eyes, whispering, “Yes. I understand.”

“Swear on your honor that you will never tell anyone what happened to you in jail.”

Sullen eyes lifted up and held his eyes. “I’m too ashamed of what has happened to tell anyone. Ever. So I swear on my honor that I will never tell anyone about what you and others did to me. Your secret is safe.”

“Good girl.”

She bowed her head, tears welling up. “Yes. I’m a good girl.”