by Don Ship
One of the bouncers found his backbone and charged her with a wild battle cry. She squared off on him, assumed an arrogant super heroine pose, and waited. It was going to be so sweet tossing him halfway across the room. She suspected that her display of super strength would send the rest of them running for their lives.
"Gotcha!" a man said from behind her, his arms wrapping around her just below her boobs, and pinning her arms to her side.
"What?" she cried, surprised. She was so distracted by the charging bouncer she forgot about the others. "Let go, you brute!"
The other bouncer arrived, and sent a killer uppercut into her chin. Ms Patriot's head snapped back and her knees buckled.
"Ugh!" Then another punch in the belly. "Huughh!"
"Use her fat tits as punching bags, Jake," the man holding her said.
"Good idea," Jake said, and started pounding her boobs. The pain was incredible, as her tits bounced all about as the brutal man pounded them from all directions. The girls and patrons all cheered and laughed as those two goons beat up the legendary Champion of Justice.
"Stop!" she cried.
Jake stopped. That surprised her. But he was leering at her tits, fists still clenched and ready to renew the titty punching.
"Will you submit?" Jake asked.
"I'll submit my foot to your face," she growled, and kicked straight up. Jake's head snapped back and his arms went wide. The huge man fell straight back, unconscious. "Moron."
Ms Patriot used her super strength to spread her arms wide, breaking the bouncer's hold on her. Then she spun around, dropping to one knee, and punched him straight in the belly. The man doubled up and dropped to his knees before her. She smiled at him, and punched his lights out with one blow.
A second later she was on her feet and facing the remaining bouncers. They turned and ran for the stairs. The sexy super heroine took off after them. As they raced up the stairs, one of the hookers stuck out a foot and tripped Ms Patriot.
"Oh!" she cried, crashing face first into the floor.
Someone jumped on her shoulders. She felt sharp stilettos digging into her super soft skin. Then someone else grabbed her costume shorts, pulling them out of her butt crack and to the side.
Ms Patriot froze, eyes huge, "Uh-oh!"
"Take this, Ms Patri-bitch," a feminine voice said viciously. A second later a dildo penetrated her nether lips, driving deep into her vagina. It had to be at least ten inches. Ms Patriot gasped, clawing at the floor as her back arched and her sweet round rump rose up into the air. "Whore, I knew you'd like that after the Queen showed the world you were secretly a whore in that bank."
"Sweet Justice, take it out!" the stunned super heroine cried.
"Okay," she said, pulling it almost out. Then she shoved it back in, deeper and harder. "Changed my mind."
Then she started thrusting that devious dildo, driving the Champion of Justice crazy. It felt so good, so right, yet was so terribly wrong. She was an icon of virtue and sexual self-denial. She was a GOOD GIRL. Being dildo fucked by another girl, in public, was not acceptable.
Ms Patriot panicked. If they climaxed her, she'd lose her super strength. She could well guess what her fate would be if captured within the Queen of Hearts' own brothel. She'd be turning tricks within the hour. With her having to endure so much sex, Ms Patriot wasn’t sure she would be able to escape. Not immediately, at any rate. So she pressed both red-gloved hands to the floor, and pushed herself up with all her strength. That tossed the girl standing on her shoulders.
"Oh, she's escaping!" another girl cried.
"You better believe it, sister," Ms Patriot growled.
"I don't think so," the dildo wielding bimbo said smugly.
The dildo came alive.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Ms Patriot cried, rising up to her knees and throwing her arms wide. The dildo was vibrator. Vibrators were not her friend. She couldn't handle them at all. She was so terribly vulnerable to their vile power. "I, Ms Patriot, command you to stop it!"
So the girl kicked the vibrator into overdrive. The most wonderful sensations filled the shapely super heroine. Her belly instantly felt like hot jelly. Her thighs tingled, and her pussy throbbed with achy need.
"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!" Ms Patriot cried. The girl wielding the vibrating dildo wrapped an arm around Ms Patriot's neck, long auburn hair cascading down across the heroine's generous bosom. "Sweet Justice! What are you doing to me?"
The desperate super heroine squeezed her vagina as hard as she could, trying to squeeze that devastating vibrator out of her body. The whore wielding it refused to give up the fight, starting to thrust it in and out of her hard and fast.
"Taming you, Ms High-and-Mighty," she said, and stuck her tongue in the super heroine's ear. "It'll be the sweetest surrender of all time."
Two more hookers – blonde and redheaded – came up and each seized an arm, leaving Ms Patriot on her knees between them, arms held wide and back, her boobs jutting forward provocatively. A stunning Latina in all black leather stepped up and unzipped Ms Patriot's top, and pulled it off with a flourish.
The room cheered when her boobs came tumbling out, bouncing and jostling before their lusty eyes. The auburn-maned hooker kept pumping that disabling vibrator in and out, keeping the sexy super heroine immobile and barely coherent. It was scrambling her brain like nothing else before had.
"Who wants a SUPER blow job?" Auburn girl called to the room. "Who wants to buy themselves a SUPER Valentine's gift?"
Several men rushed over. The first was a burly Asian. He quickly dropped his pants and stepped up close. But when he tried to push his cock into Ms Patriot's face, the Latina in leather grabbed it, stopping him.
"Fifty dollars," she said. "This is a brothel, bub. No free sex."
"Dammit, Rosita, you could've gotten a hundred," Auburn girl said.
"Oh. Sorry, Aubrey," she said, shrugging apologetic. "I didn't think."
"Too late," the Asian guy said, and thrust fifty dollars in Rosita's hands. Then he pressed his cock against Ms Patriot's full red lips. Those glistening lips parted, yielding without a struggle, and he pushed inside deep. "Oh, yes. I'm fucking Ms Patriot's face!"
Delirious, Ms Patriot barely understood what was happening. It took all of her considerable will power to hold off the threatening climax. A climax that would destroy her, body and soul. A climax that would surely tame her, leaving her a mass of vulnerable female flesh to be molded into the wanton harlot the Queen of Hearts would surely want from her sweet round ass.
So Ms Patriot began to suck. It was instinct. Not conscious, for she wasn't thinking about it. But she was enjoying it, and despised her pleasure even as she began bobbing her head on that invading cock.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ms Patriot," Rosita laughed. "I can see you are enjoying it."
His taste assaulted her weakening libido. She groaned, sucking like crazy, slurping, and then started rubbing her tongue firmly against the underside of his cock. More of her limited brain power went to the BJ, leaving her vulnerable. Ms Patriot felt her will power crumbling. Her body heated up, winding up closer and closer to ultimate release.
"Look at her go!" Aubrey cooed. "Wow, she REALLY is a natural born whore."
Sweet Justice, I'm in so much trouble, the busty super heroine thought.
"Yes," Rosita said. "Won't the Queen be pleased!"
"I don't know about the Queen, but I am loving this," the john cried, his hands buried deep in Ms Patriot's silky black mane. "This is the best BJ I ever got."
She was so good the john lost his wad, creaming her mouth good. She swallowed without thought, licking her lips afterwards. Then the next man paid his fifty dollars, and another cock penetrated those sweet red lips. He was a young man, probably twenty, and was overly excited. He didn't last more than thirty seconds before losing his seed inside her mouth. Again, she swallowed and licked her lips, panting furiously, as the men ooh'ed and awe'ed with big round eyes. They formed a line.
Then next man was a big black guy, that lasted a good ten minutes of cock and ball sucking before he emptied his cum into her eager mouth. He was followed by a string of six middle-management types, short, balding, big bellies. Ms Patriot's talented lips make short work of their cum spewing cocks.
Unfortunately, the last guy lost control of his limbs when he came. He fell back a step, his cock came out and spewed cum all in Ms Patriot's face, across her heaving tits, and straight into Aubrey's face. Hit Aubrey in the left eye, to be exact.
The startled hooker cried out and fell backwards. She pulled the vibrator out when she did. All hell broke loose as she screamed at the humiliated john. Everyone was shouting and shoving each other. A full blown bar fight was close to erupting. And everyone forgot about their captured masked crusader.
Ms Patriot wiped cum off her face and tits with trembling hands as she knelt on the floor. Her baby blues were wide with disbelief, and her belly was quivering with a barely suppressed orgasm. That frightening threat was slowly subsiding within, allowing her to regain her bearings and senses. Then she thought about what they did to her, what they almost did to her, and she got mad. Very mad.
"Aubrey!" she cried, leaping to her feet.
The auburn-maned hooker stared at her open-mouthed, just three steps away. She wore a lacy black teddy with spaghetti straps, red bow decorations, garters hanging down and holding up black hose, and feet stuffed into black pumps. In a word, she looked like a brothel hooker.
Ms Patriot grabbed her by the hair, and jerked Aubrey off her feet. Then she ran the hooker straight into Rosita's belly, taking down both hookers at once. The two pretty girls just lay there, moaning miserably. The johns that had paid to enjoy her sexual services all hightailed it out of there. She scowled at the door as they crowded through.
"You are so lucky," she muttered. She didn't have time to go after them. The Queen of Hearts was waiting. She fetched her bustier top, put it back on, and looked around at all the startled faces gawking at her. "If anyone interferes with me again, I will not be responsible for the ass whipping you receive."
With that, Ms Patriot stalked to the stairs and started up. She was pissed. They had delayed her more than long enough for the Queen of Hearts to be warned of her coming. Most likely, she'd fled the building. She would have to start from scratch to find the elusive Queen of Hearts. But she went up anyway, because criminals were idiots.
Booming above her startled Ms Patriot. Looking up the stairs, she saw a beer keg bounding down at her. Thinking fast, she swept her arms up and pushed the keg up and over her. It went crashing thought the main salon below. Ms Patriot smiled at the sound of all those pretty little things screaming. Utter chaos behind her. A good thing.
"That can't be good for business," Ms Patriot called. She smiled. They were their own worst enemies. "Thanks for the assist, boys."
There was cursing and scrambling around on the floor above. She continued up, more warily now. It soon became obvious they were retreating up another floor. She found the landing and hallway empty, with just one long hall with doors. Hooker rooms. She screwed up her beautiful masked face and continued up the stairs. The Queen of Hearts was probably on the top floor. So many Sugar Town brothel owners kept "penthouse" apartments on the top floor of their seedy brothels.
The third and fourth floors looked the same as the second floor. Empty. All doors closed. The hookers were either hiding behind those doors, or downstairs licking their wounds. There was only one more floor left. Ms Patriot steeled herself for the final assault.
Halfway up the stairs a large man moved up to the top, and looked down at her with leering brown eyes. She recognized him. An old adversary, so to speak, though technically they were both on the same side of the law.
"Wessel! Why am I not surprised to find you here?"
"I don't know, but you're too late," he said.
She paused. What did he mean by that?
"Too late for what?" she asked warily, looking around to ensure there wasn't an attack coming from another quarter while he distracted her.
"For once we beat you to the punch," he said, grinning with wicked delight. "We just arrested the Queen of Hearts and her henchmen."
"What? How?"
"We came up the back stairs while you were…uhm, shall we say entertaining the hookers and johns downstairs," Wessel said, eyes gleaming with wicked glee.
Ms Patriot's face flamed up. So utterly humiliating! Wessel the Weasel saw her giving those blow jobs? He saw. He knew. Vice would ensure everyone knew what happened, how they made the big bust while she was downstairs on her knees, tending to the sexual perversions of the unwashed masses. It was the bank debacle all over again.
"Sweet Justice, I'll never live this down with him crowing about it all over town," she said.
"Got that right, Ms Blowjob," Wessel sneered. "Wanna come up and at least see the Queen of Hearts in cuffs and humbled?"
"So humiliating," she muttered, but started up the stairs. He stepped back one step as she neared the top of the stairs. She thought he looked way too pleased. "You win this round, Weasel."
"I know. And you…," he said, stepping forward suddenly. She paused, surprised by the sudden surge forward. Then he kicked out, connecting with her chin. "…LOSE!"
The usually vigilant vigilante fell straight back, stunning by the powerful blow. Then she began tumbling down the stairs end over end. It seemed like she tumbled down the stairs for days, but probably only lasted a few seconds. She was left in a pile on the fourth floor landing.
Goons leapt out and onto her a second later. Someone kicked her in the head. Again. Everything was spinning out of control as strong hands seized her and forced her to her knees. The Weasel was standing before her, gloating.
"Oops, did you go fall down and get hurt? Hmm? Poor baby," Wessel said, laughing. He held up her tiara. "You seem to have lost your crown, my Queen of Bimbos."
"You won't get away with this, Wessel," she said, trying to keep them talking until her power belt could heal her super body. It wouldn’t take too long. Nothing was broken, thankfully. "When I tell the Commissioner and Chief what you just did, they will toss your butt out on the street. And, rest assured, I will press charges."
"You do that," he said, and reached down and squeezed her boobs with both hands. "Meanwhile, I'm going to press these puppies together for a while, then press myself onto you."
"Unhand me, you foul man," she demanded. "I am the Champion of Justice, Ms Patriot, and not for the likes of you."
"Damn, how stuck up are you?" he said, and kicked her in the belly. When she doubled up, he reached down and unfastened her power belt. Tossing it aside, he grinned at his helpless prey. "Let's party, boys."
"Sweet Justice, he depowered me!"
Ms Patriot was lifted up and pressed against the wall. Two goons held her tight while Wessel pulled off her top and bottoms. He dropped his pants and his erect cock popped up. Moving up close, he seized her chin in a vice-like grip and leaned in close, until his nose touched hers. Their eyes locked.
"I've wait a long time for this moment," Chief Wessel the Weasel said.
Wessel kissed her. Long and hard.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cried, wild-eyed. He grabbed two fists full of silky black hair, and kissed the hell out of her full red lips. For several long minutes his lips slid all over hers, then he sucked on her lower lip for a while, before finally thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "Uuuugggghhh!"
Without her power belt Ms Patriot was no match for any of those men, much less all three of them at once. She struggled to no avail. But she completely froze when he released her hair and started fondling her breasts. Her tits came alive, beginning to tingle, even as butterflies erupted in her belly.
"Time to mount this ultimate trophy," Wessel said after a few minutes of molesting her body. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up to either side of his hip
s. The other two men kept her pressed in place against the wall. Ms Patriot gasped when she realized her vulnerable position. "Take this, Ms Patriot!"
Chief Wessel thrust hard, pushing his cock in deep. Her vagina melted in abject pleasure. The butterflies in her belly changed into liquid heat. She realized the hookers downstairs had warmed her up, made her more susceptible to sexual exploitation. Her treacherous body was ready to go.
"Stop while it isn't too late," she cried.
"The moment I kicked you it was too late," he said, starting to pump in and out with wild abandon. "Yes, you are still so tight, even after being dildo fucked downstairs."
"Pig," she groaned.
Ms Patriot had to put him and his vile pleasure out of her mind and concentrate. The Mother of all Climaxes she'd barely kept suppressed downstairs was back, very fast, and had become the Grandfather of all Climaxes. She recognized it for what it was – a bitch taming climax. A super heroine taming climax. Yes, a Ms Patriot taming climax.
There could be no fate worse than being tamed by Wessel the Weasel. She had to fight it. She had to win, or she would be the biggest loser of all time. If Wessel climaxed her, tamed her, and she was very, very unlucky, then the Queen of Hearts would turn her into a whore at the Crazy Hearts. Yet, there could be no worse fate than being tamed, and KEPT, by the Weasel.
A fate that would see her serving his perversions on her back and knees for the rest of her life.
So the sexy, shamefully naked Champion of Justice closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping the orgasm at bay. Wessel would have a field day with her body, but there was no avoiding that now. She was already impaled on his thick cock. The way her body was reacting, though, gave her little hope of succeeding.
"Do you know why hookers don't kiss?" Wessel asked her, surprising the sexy super heroine.
"No."
"Because it is too intimate," he said. "More intimate than fucking and sucking. Kissing could make them fall in love."
"Oh," she said, but tried to keep that from distracting her. She didn't care. Then he kissed her again, claiming her full, warm lips completely. "Mnmm."
