Ms Patriot: Biggs Bimbos (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series)

by Don Ship

  "If I suck you off, you'll leave the evidence and leave?" she asked.

  "Yes."

  Jennifer nodded, and wrapped her glossy red lips around his cock head, and commenced to give him incredible head. Her hands cupped his balls, raking the ball sack with long red nails. What she didn't know was Hank was video recording the whole thing.

  She spun her chair around to face him, began stroking his shaft, and rolled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down until he completely filled her mouth. She hummed, raked her nails gently across his nutsack, sucked like there was no tomorrow. Jennifer wanted him to come fast and get it all over with.

  Jake came quickly, filling her mouth with creamy humiliation. She swallowed and looked up at Hank with the expectation he would be next, and then discovered it had all been recorded. The son of a bitch had a ultra-small camcorder aimed at her, which he turned off and stuffed into his briefcase. Jake stepped back as he stuffed his cock back inside his pants.

  Hank said, picking up the envelope and folder, and putting everything back in his briefcase, "Jennifer, our client is waiting. You have less than ten minutes to get there. If you are late, we will release the video I just recorded minus the sound." He threw a business card on her desk. "Come to us at this address when you are through."

  Jennifer gawked at the card a second, then looked back and forth between the hated brothers. They looked so confident, so damn smug. Her body was raging, her mind screamed foul! They were pushing her too hard, too fast. She needed time to figure out what to do, what she should do.

  They weren't giving her any time at all.

  "He paid for four hours. Ten thousand dollars. Don't forget to collect the money when you're finish," Jake said.

  "Ten thousand?"

  "That's what Jennifer Jade goes for," Hank said. "Two thousand an hour, with a four hour minimum and a two thousand dollar tip. Mandatory."

  "See you later, babe," Jake said as they strode out the door.

  "Sweet Goddess! What have I done?" Jennifer cried, leaping to her feet and heading for her private elevator. Seconds later she was headed down, fishing for the keys to her Mercedes Benz in her purse. Then, keys in hand, she paused. "After this…this…trick, I'll go to them. Oh yeah, I'll go to their little hooker heaven, but not as Jennifer Jade. Ms Patriot will deal with those two reprobates."

  She made the trip from Jade Towers to the Royal Arms in record time. Jennifer still had to hurry, but arrived at Room 1313 with less than a minute to spare. She paused to take a deep breath, then knocked on the door.

  Damned Biggs Brothers didn't give me even a half a second to think about what I'm doing, or consider options, she thought. They're smarter than I thought. I'll have to be more careful.

  The door opened. "Right on time. Always so punctual, Jennifer," King Pimp said.

  Jennifer just gawked at him. The king of pimps in Grimme City hired her from another pimp? There was no questions as to why he'd want to hire her. Jennifer had been ragging on the police, Vice in particular, to raid and arrest King Pimp for years.

  King Pimp, real name Anthony Patrick, was a six foot seven inch African American, with thick muscles and a foot long cock. Some people in Sugar Town called his cock "Bitch Tamer #1." He went into the pimping business the same year Jennifer became Ms Patriot, though he was three years her senior. He was wearing only a blue satin dressing robe.

  "I…I…," Jennifer stammered.

  "Come inside, Jennifer," King Pimp said. He stepped back and waved her in. Jennifer walked past him, not knowing what else to do. The situation was going from bad to worse fast. She thought she would be doing a rival business man, bent on sexual revenge, maybe hoping to tame her wild spirit and thus get a better deal with her. "Why?"

  "Why am I hiring you? Or why you?" King Pimp said, smirking. "But Jennifer, we've been friends for so long. You must've known I wanted to fuck you stupid since the first time I saw you?" He looked deep into her eyes, holding her gaze with an intense look that sucked her breath away. "It's time we became friends with benefits."

  "Oh."

  He moved closer. She stepped back until her back was pressed to the wall. King Pimp loomed over her. She turned her face when he stroked her soft cheek with the back of his fingers.

  "And the fires of my desire are only stoked by all the wonderful things you continuously say about me in public," he said. He pinched her chin, forcing her to turn her face back to him, look up into his fierce eyes. His hands dropped, and gently pushed her breasts together. "Now, my titanic titted lovely, I'm spending a lot of money to fuck you, and time is a-ticking. Let's get it on."

  "What?...Yes…Well, uh…," Jennifer stammered, looking all around the sprawling, well appointed suite. Now that he'd asked to begin the dirty deed, her heart was racing, pounding harder than she could ever recall. Breathing was labored, and her throat had a massive knot in it. On top of it all, her mind was in a whirl and she couldn't think straight. "You…um…get in bed and I'll…I'll go …get undressed."

  "No, for the price I am paying, I'll undress you," King Pimp said. He lifted her chin with a finger, loving the way her full, glossy red lips quivered, and how her baby blue eyes widened as they locked onto his eyes. "And from now on, I give the orders. Don't hesitate obeying, or I'll be forced to punish you."

  "Oh my."

  King Pimp grabbed her upper arms, holding her steady, and leaned down to kiss her. Jennifer gasped, her head rolled back and tilted, lips parted. Their lips met, and it was instant passion for both.

  "Uuuuuggghhh," Jennifer groaned. It was a groan of pleasure, and they both knew it. It shamed her, but she couldn't stop it. She blamed the Biggs Brothers for firing up her body to white hot levels. It took days, sometimes more than a week to fully recover from sex for Jennifer. She hadn't even begun to reconstruct her emotional shields after that morning's taming. "Mmmmmmggghh."

  King Pimp's big hands began to explore her luscious body as they kissed. Before she knew it her suit jacket was removed, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. She felt his hands go to the back of her skirt and unzipped it. Jennifer moaned as the skirt silkily slithered down her long legs, to pool at her stiletto heeled feet.

  Jennifer's lips were finally released and King Pimp stepped back to look her over.

  "Gorgeous! Does anyone know you dress so sexy underneath it all?"

  "Only you," she said. He stepped up, dropped to one knee and pulled her lacy black thong down, making her step out of it. King Pimp sniffed it, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his robe. "Souvenir?"

  "Of course. I am going to have it displayed under the sexiest picture of you I can find, with today's date on it," he said. "I'll never forget the day I nailed Jennifer Fucking Jade in every orifice of her shapely body."

  "Ah," she said, bitterly. "A true romantic."

  "To the bitter end," he said, and laughed. "Now, lift your arms and start turning slowly. I want to see every square inch of that scantily clad body before I jump your bones."

  The sexy billionaire complied. Though it was shamefully demeaning, Jennifer found it strangely exhilarating and sexy to display herself before that vile pimp. He was a man who traded in female flesh, and saw and enjoyed many women every day. And he was clearly excited and aroused by her.

  As she slowly turned before him, hips swaying sexily as she did so, King Pimp's legendary foot long dong began to rise. It pushed out from under the robe, parting it in front until it pointed straight at her. Her throat tightened even more, mouth watering, pussy tingling and belly full of enraged butterflies.

  "Now, take off the bra," King Pimp said.

  Reaching back, she unfastened it. Her heavy tits dropped immediately, jostling nicely for her john. Jennifer tossed the bra atop the rest of her clothes. To King Pimp's delight, her nipples were hard as rocks, jutting out.

  King Pimp untied his robe, and shrugged it off. Jennifer bit her lower lip. It was time. She was about to consummate an illegal trade. She was about to turn her first t
rick as Jennifer Jade, and officially become a prostitute. Of course, she knew it would be her only trick, but King Pimp would always know.

  "So," Jennifer said, trying to push fear and dread aside and put on a brave front. She knelt before him. "I suppose the first orifice of my body to be used will be my mouth."

  "No," he said, and pulled her to her feet. "Though it is nice to see you aren't going to fight anything I ask for, and even better to see how eager you are to suck my dick."

  "Oh you pig!"

  King Pimp took her by hand, and led her to the large bed. He got her up onto it, and joined her promptly. He didn't waste any time consummating, either. The pimp rolled on top of Jennifer, claiming her warm, sweet lips again as his hands roamed her statuesque body. Jennifer moaned and groaned, writhing beneath him. He quickly kissed his way down to her tits, and sucked in a hyper sensitive nipple.

  "Oh Goddess," she cried. Back arching up, head rocking, Jennifer felt that nipple suck to her toes, and into her very soul. "Ooooooh, so…so…Oooooh."

  Butterflies were gone. Intense erotic heat filled her body, leaving her insides all fluttery hot and mushy, and then she felt the first real tinges of her coming orgasm. Her legs spread wide, and the huge pimp slipped easily in between them. They both groaned when she took his twelve inch cock in hand, amazed by how thick it was and wondering if it would even fit inside her. Jennifer guided him straight up to her quivering pussy, and King Pimp pushed hard and deep inside.

  Jennifer's baby blue grew huge. Never in all of her captures had she been spread so damn wide. Intense pleasure rippled through her, tainted with pain. She clutched at his broad, thick shoulders, digging in her long nails. She gasped and cried out inarticulately, unable to truly get enough air into her lungs. Her mind spun, numb to all but what that monster cock was doing to her.

  "Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh, Goddess," Jennifer cried. "Big. Big. Oh so big. Uuggh…stretching me. Oh yes. Stretch me, baby."

  Jennifer's mile long, shapely legs spread even wider, making a wide V, knees locked. King Pimp pumped in and out, hard and fast, all the while sucking on, pinching, squeezing and otherwise enjoying her titanic DDs.

  "I can't…oh…I ….am…coming!" she cried, and it exploded deep within her belly. Her very core vibrated. She felt her vagina clenching around his shaft, over and over, all but vibrating around his erection. Jennifer's mind shutdown, and she started bucking. "Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess!"

  King Pimp spent the next hour forcing one orgasm after another, until she was limp in his arms, her body shimmering with sweat and panting fast. Then he flipped her to all fours, pulled out and pushed up into her poop chute.

  "Yeow!" she cried. "Oh Goddess. You're too big!"

  That only encouraged the wicked pimp. He laughed and really started banging her jiggling butt. Her back arched, and he reached around and grabbed two big hands full of firm titty meat. She groaned wantonly, starting to buck and grind into his cock.

  "I can't….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Goddess! Mercy! Aaaaiiieeeeeee!"

  King Pimp starting slapping her ass with his right hand.

  SMACK!

  "Who's your daddy?"

  "You are!"

  SMACK!

  "Who's your daddy!"

  SMACK!

  "You're my daddy, King Pimp!" Jennifer cried. "Your my daddy! Your my BIG daddy!"

  SMACK!

  "You love my cock?"

  "I love my Big Daddy's cock! I love it! I love it!"

  That went on for a good thirty minutes, then he changed it up.

  SMACK!

  "Who do you love?"

  "I love my Big Daddy."

  "Who's your Big Daddy?"

  "You are! King Pimp is my Big Daddy!" Jennifer cried. "I love King Pimp! I love King Pimp! Oh, Goddess, I really do love King Pimp!"

  "Good girl," King Pimp said, and finally creamed her ass. "Very good girl, Jennifer."

  King Pimp slowly pulled his huge black cock out of Jennifer's firm white ass. He paused to watch how her pussy quivered below the still open sphincter. Cum dribbled from both ass and pussy, sliding down her firm white thighs.

  "Lick me clean, Jennifer. And make it pretty," King Pimp commanded, and laughed.

  "Anything you want, King Pimp," Jennifer said. She took his cum and pussy juice slathered cock in hand and gave it a firm stroke. More cum oozed out, and she licked it up. "Mmmmm, delicious." Jennifer then wrapped her lips around the head, and sucked him in all the way. At least as much of his foot long monster cock as she could handle. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! "Mmmmmm."

  Jennifer Jade, the richest woman in the state, most powerful woman in Grimme City and the East Coast, spent the next forty-five minutes enthusiastically licking, sucking, and slurping on King Pimp's cock and balls. She managed, to her great delight, to make him cum two more times.

  After that, King Pimp spent the rest of his four hours with Jennifer fucking her in all her orifices again, but not in the bed. He fucked her on the floor. He fucked her in the chair. Jennifer was sprawled across the table and fucked twice, then taken into the shower where they finished up their tryst with a good, clean, wet and wild titty fucking.

  "Well, King Pimp, I hope I performed to your satisfaction," Jennifer said, feeling all violated and abused after some alone time to redress and reapply her makeup. Unfortunately, there was nothing much she could do with her hair, so it hung loose and still damp, parted down the middle. She tried to keep it professional, since she was feeling extremely vulnerable towards him at the moment. So she held out her exquisitely manicured hand, and said, "That'll be ten thousand, please."

  "Very satisfied, Jennifer. You are a consummate professional, at everything you do," King Pimp said. He pulled out a small briefcase and opened it. "It's all there. Ten thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills. Count it if you like."

  "I trust you," Jennifer said, and snapped it closed. She raised a single, black eyebrow at him. A very haughty look. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Patrick."

  "Likewise, Ms Jade," he said. "Until next time."

  "There will be no next time."

  With that, Jennifer left. She hurried out to her car. There wasn't much time for her to return to her office, dress back up as Ms Patriot, and then go over to the Biggs Brother's apartment and kick their vile butts. Of course, she'd have to do it without the use of her super powers, since after a day being fucked stupid by first the Biggs Brothers, and then King Pimp, she'd be lucky if she regained her powers in the next week.

  "Hello, Jennifer, is that for us?" Hank said.

  Jennifer froze, five feet from her car. Hank was standing beside the driver side door. Jake stepped up behind her and pulled the money from her hand. A long, black limo slowly pulled up behind them and stopped. Jake grabbed her wrist and opened the door as Hank moved up next to her.

  "I thought you were going to wait for me in Sugar Town?" Jennifer said, looking back and forth between her two pimps.

  "We didn't trust you," Jake said. He got into the limo, dragging Jennifer in behind him. Hank scooted in on the other side of her, leaving Jennifer the center of a Biggs sandwich. Jake tapped the briefcase. "I trust you counted it."

  "Uh, no," she said. "I seriously doubt King Pimp would short you."

  "Never trust criminals," Hank said.

  "You are both criminals," Jennifer said.

  "I rest my case," Hank said, and the brothers laughed.

  "You should've been a lawyer, Bro," Jake said.

  "Fine. We've established that your jokes stink, and that you can't be trusted," Jennifer said. "What next? Haven't you done enough? I admit it. You win. You defeated me, and I submitted to your victory humiliation by whoring myself off to the man I despise above all others. I admit defeat, and promise to never bother you again. Can I go now?"

  "Bro, the bitch don't understand," Jake said, shaking his head woefully.

  "I see that, Bro," Hank said. He reached over slipped his hand insi
de Jennifer's jacket, and cupped a fat tit. "Honey, we did all this to force you to obey us. So we can turn you into one of our Biggs Bimbo hookers."

  Jennifer sucked in a sharp breath. A cold chill slithered up her spine, as she hugged herself and crossed her legs. She was feeling so damned vulnerable.

  "It ain't over, babe," Jake said. He pulled her head back by her hair, enjoying her gasp, and admired her glossy red lips a second, before kissing her. "It's just beginning."

  Jennifer trembled between them, trying desperately to get her shaken mind to function. There was a way out. There was always a way out, it just took her a while to find it sometimes. This was one of those times she needed her way out right away.

  "You're our newest and biggest Biggs billionairess Bimbo," Hank said, leering down at her tits. He reached down between her legs and ran his hand up her thigh, to her naked pussy. Then he began to finger her clit. "We're on our way back to Sugar Town now, where you will begin walking the streets for us."

  "Huuggghhh," Jennifer groaned, her libido coming to full boil almost immediately. "You pigs."

  "Not only do we have your medical records, and video of you sucking off my cock in your own office," Jake sneered, giving her another kiss. "But we now have four hours of audio-video of you and King Pimp."

  "Oh Goddess NO!"

  "Oh Goddess YES," Hank said, and laughed. "It is very clearly a call girl job, and you asked for, received, and accepted cash payment for services rendered. You are a bona fide hooker, baby."

  "Signed, sealed, and delivered," Jake said. "You're ours."

  Hank pulled her up on his lap, facing him. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. Then he lifted her up, and impaled her upon that meaty shaft. Jennifer's head rolled back, eyes closed, lips parted and she groaned wantonly. She started riding him without prompting. She hated herself for it, but her body knew what to do and wanted to do it.