Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 14) (Patreon)

Chapter 14

“Hey, Ms Virtue,” a man’s voice shouted, waking her. Why was she sleeping on the cold concrete floor? “Do you know what day it is?”

Bright lights snapped on, stabbing at her eyes. She groaned, writhed, and tried to figure out where she was at. And then her aching body registered.

“Ooooh, what happened to… Why am I naked? And in chains?”

A steel collar encircled her neck, with a chain rising up to a ring in the wall. A padlock secured the chain to that ring. The chain was long enough for her to stand or lie down. The other five kidnapped women were similarly bound to the wall.

“Ha ha! You’re funny, Ms V,” the man said.

She turned her gaze upon him.

The nightmarish memories of capture, debasement, shame filled her head. Her and the other five women were used long and ruthlessly, before being dragged down into the basement and chained to the wall. Jenny and Irina were chained to her left, Ariana, Baylee, and Miranda to her right.

The man was average height and weight, dark hair, brown eyes. Familiar…

“Alexei!”

Alexei Popov. The lone American in the gang. Well he was Russian-American, born and raised in Nexxus City. Why was he only wearing boxers. Her eyes dropped to her completely naked body. They took everything the previous night. Her costume was taken as a battle trophy. Her dignity, pride, and self-esteem were taken just for giggles and grins.

“Bingo. Got it in one, Ms V. You are as bimboish as Ivanka claims,” Alexei said, stepping closer. “But you didn’t answer me. What day is this?”

Ms Virtue blinked at him. Day? Who cared? But, she remembered it was Tuesday morning when she found them. It felt like she got a full night’s sleep, so…

“Wednesday?”

“Close. What is Wednesday? Come on, what is Wednesday? What day is it?”

“It’s fucking Hump Day,” Ariana snapped. “Just tell him it’s fucking Hump Day so he’ll shut the fuck up.”

“Wow, so beautiful on the outside, so ugly inside,” Alexei said, and grinned when she screamed in rage. “Well now, Miss Merlot has found her inner rage.”

“Go away, Alexei, and leave us alone,” Ms Virtue said, eyes narrowing. “No one thinks you’re funny. No one even likes you down here.”

“Ouch. You cut me, Ms V,” he said, feigning hurt. Then he brightened. “But I’m down here to give you a little comfort and joy.”

The heroine stiffened, eyes dropping to his crotch. Yes, it was tented. He wagged his brow at her, and bent to push the boxers to the floor. Her breath whooshed out. The other women remained silent, even Ariana turned her face and kept her thoughts to herself.

He stepped up close. Ms Virtue lashed out with a bare foot, but he caught her by the ankle. So she tried to kick him with her other foot, and he caught that one too. Her face burned with shame, so weak and pathetic without her power belt and super powers. Alexei effortlessly spread her legs wide to expose her sex to the world and his easy exploitation.

“I’d normally eat you out like a boss, baby,” Alexei said after dropping to his knees. “But after yesterday, you are pretty nasty down there. Not appetizing at all.”

Not exactly true. Their captors had washed them after chaining them to the wall. At least they threw buckets of cold water over them, while they used cloths to scrub. No soap. And they didn’t provide nearly enough water. But better than nothing. Of course, the captives were then forced to sit and lie in that water.

The water had drained away and/or evaporated in the hours since.

“Vlad just got word from Moscow,” Alexei said. “The big guy has arranged your sale to a Mexican Cartel. We are just waiting for them to transfer the agreed upon price, and then you’ll be drugged into la la land, crated, and shipped to them. Easy money, baby.”

“You’re a pig!”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m the pig on the winning side.”

He bent over and buried his face in her tits. The Russian-American rubbed his face all over her large, firm tits, fondled them, playfully slapped the pair around, and then pinched and twisted her nipples. He quickly had her panting, hating the ripples of pleasure reverberating throughout her body. Ms Virtue writhed and gasped.

She wanted to fight him off, but… Damn. It felt good. At the moment, it was the only thing that felt good. And in the end, he would get exactly what he wanted anyway. So she relaxed and went with it.

I’m an idiot, she thought. I slept with Scott Jeremy just to get the information I needed to get captured again. Maybe I deserve this. I failed Jenny, Irina, Baylee, Miranda, and Ariana spectacularly. Fate demands I suffer the same fate as them.

Was Scott connected to the human traffickers? Did he set her up to fall? She was the biggest thorn in his side, after all. Did she make a terrible mistake in trusting him?

Alexei thrust into her. “Uggh!”

“I love how you always grunt when a guy sticks it inside you.”

“You’re a pig.”

“And you’re repeating yourself, baby,” he said, thrusting slowly as he forced himself deeper and deeper. “Damn, you are virgin tight again. Always so damned tight.”

The slaver pounded into her with wild abandon. The poor heroine’s mind and body were in chaos. She wondered what her fate would be in Mexico. Was the Cartel buying her to murder her? Did they want to keep her as a fuck toy? Either could be true. Both were bone chilling scary. And for some reason that just made her libido go crazy.

“Oh God. Oh God,” she gasped out, feeling her body change and hot tingles flow into her thighs. Liquid heat flared up between her legs, and then that rush to climax consumed her. “Yes! Oh God! YES!”

Her body erupted with the most insane pleasure. Her breath caught, and a pathetic rattling sound bubbled out as intense pleasure pulsed through her body head to toe. Over and over. Alexei laughed.

“Thar she blows!”

He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, making it last forever. Then the slaver flipped her over to all fours, and thrust up her butt. She froze, eyes huge. Oh, it hurt, but not as much as previous times. Yeah, they had her loosened up. And that fact made her sad.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, the faint pain faded away and increasing pleasure rose up. “You’re a pig.”

Alexei yanked her hair, snapping her head back ever so often. Ms Virtue felt desperation building, even as she felt her body rising toward another forced climax. So she crawled forward, slowly, steadily. Trying to escape, yet not really wanting to at the same time. She was so confused by it all.

At the wall, she rose up, hands walking up the wall as she crawled closer and closer. Alexei crawled with her, continuing to hammer her ass like there was no tomorrow. He seemed lost in his pleasure, intent on breaking her utterly and completely. Ms Virtue worried that he would. So was so close to losing it all.

Now flat against the wall, face just below the padlock holding her chain, she pressed her cheek against the cold concrete and panted furiously. Alexei leaned in and started nibbling and kissing her ear. Oh, it felt so good. So, so good. Then he kissed that ear, making her squeal softly.

“Shhh. Don’t speak,” he whispered so quietly she almost failed to hear him. “Scott sends his regards, and a gift.”

Scott was involved? He did set her up to fall?

Alexei kissed across her cheek, pulled her face back to him, and claimed her lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss. She moaned and groan, loving the feel of that kiss, loving the feel of his pistoning cock. Hating herself for loving it. And then something hard and metallic passed into her mouth. Alexei’s tongue pushed it under her tongue.

He released her lips, kissed his way back to her ear, and whispered. “Master key to the of the locks. You’re welcome. And your power belt is upstairs in a blue suitcase next to the back door.”

The slaver grunted then, and she felt hot cum flood her poop chute. Alexei pulled out of her, playfully swatted her butt, and stood up. Ms Virtue remained pressed against the concrete wall, mind in turmoil, and a small key in her mouth.

Scott sent me help? So he didn’t betray me? Didn’t set me up to fall?

“Rest up, Ms Virtue. We’re all going to enjoy one more session with you before shipping you to your new master in Mexico.”

Alexei pulled his boxers back on and departed. She waited until he was gone, before sitting back on her legs. Then she reached up and plucked the small key out of her mouth. The other five women perked up, staring at her in shock. Ms Virtue lifted trembling fingers to the padlock between the chain and her collar.

I’ll just die if this is just a cruel joke and the key doesn’t open the lock.

The key slipped in without a problem. She held the lock firmly in her left hand, and turned the key to the right. The lock snapped open.

“Ooooh,” all six women said.