by Don Ship
Her titanic tits were still bare, so they bounced all over the place as she fought. The men proved quite distracted by her flouncing tits, and she was able to beat them off. It was enough for her to make good her escape, anyway. But they chased her all the way back to her car, and she barely got it started and rolling before they caught up.
"Well. That went…um…poorly," she said, feeling the wet, sticky spot between her legs. Even her ass still tingled. "I hate it when they de-power me like that."
She sighed with gusto, secretly savoring the feeling of sexual satisfaction. Her always hot libido didn't get sated too often, but when it did it was embarrassingly satisfying. The only problem, her power belt needed pent up sexual frustration for fuel. As aroused and needy as King Pimp left her, she figured she'd be back to full strength in a day or two.
"I'll lay low for a bit, and get my power built back up," she said. Ms Patriot hated the idea of letting King Pimp off the hook so easily, or for any length of time. But if Ms Patriot couldn't confront him, her secret alter ego could. "I think Jennifer Jade will have to deal with King Pimp for now."
The next day Ms Patriot, as Jennifer Jade, launched a public relations campaign to clean up Sugar Town. She put extra emphasis on closing down King Pimp's many brothels and strip clubs. She shamed the police into raiding a few places and closing them down, but they did little more than round up a few hookers. That was good, but it also made King Pimp more of a local celebrity, which just irked her.
Three weeks later…
The push to clean up Sugar Town was dead. Again. No one cared anymore. They had new issues to care about for a week and abandon. Jennifer was furious, and helpless. The public wasn't interested in a long, expensive process.
"The things I do," Jennifer said, shaking her head woefully.
Jennifer sat in the back of her long, black limo as it pulled up to the Grimme City Country Club. Every year the Country Club held an exclusive pool party, attended by the richest, most powerful members of society. It was a charity event that really didn't help anyone. It was nothing more than a chance for old rich geezers to ogle the bikini clad society girls, and each other's young trophy wives in skimpy bikinis. Because of that Jennifer never attended, until this year.
Jennifer was attending to fire up interest in her next initiative to clean out Sugar Town. She had a plan to work in stages. Easily attainable stages. The public was more receptive when goals were quickly achieved. Jennifer had a ten stage plan that would work, and the police could do it without any help from super heroines, which would please them to no end. Of course, with super heroine help it would go even faster.
To that end Jennifer had dressed to impress. Grimme City's movers and shakers were one and all dirty old men, so she would play to that. Jennifer wore the skimpiest black leather bikini she could find that would contain her impressive endowments. Really, little more than her nibbles were covered by her top, and she had to get a full Brazilian wax job for that super skimpy bottom. Her wrists were loaded with shiny silver and gold bangles, with shoulder dusting silver hoop earrings and six inch black stiletto pumps.
"I'll either be leading those old perverts around by their noses, or give them all heart attacks," she mused, with a big smile. She was really hoping for the heart attacks.
Jennifer's arrival caused quite a stir. This wasn't their usual Jennifer Jade. As she passed her friends and social peers, she smiled to see the looks of awe. They were stunned silent. Everyone was watching her ass a lot more than usual, too. It was odd, but that string bikini did displayed her butt spectacularly. Her plan was working perfectly.
"Hello, Jennifer," King Pimp sneered. They glared at each other. No love lost there. "Slumming, heh?"
"Working. I'm drumming up support for my next push to clean up Sugar Town," she said. "You should recognize the tactic. We both know those old geezers will be wrapped round my little finger while I wear this outfit." She winked at his scowling face, and turned on a heel. "You're going down, King Pimp."
King Pimp gawked at her as she strutted away. Every eye was on her, especially her backside. But it wasn't her admittedly spectacular ass, either. King Pimp and the rest were stunned to see Jennifer's tramp stamp. A very well known tramp stamp.
The big pimp pulled out his smart phone and snapped a few pictures. Then he covertly followed Jennifer around as she mingled and cajoled weak old men. As she expected, they were agreeing with everything she said.
King Pimp gave Jennifer an hour, then followed her into the clubhouse when she headed for the bathroom. He caught up in a deserted hallway, so there would be no witnesses.
"Jennifer. A word please," he said.
"I have nothing to say to you. Go away."
"Well, why don't we discuss this interesting development," he said, and held up his cell phone.
She glanced at the display, seeing a rather nice female butt, tiny waist, and the skimpiest of string bikini bottoms. Black leather, just like hers. Odd, that.
"A tattoo?"
"My tattoo. The brand I place on all of my girls."
She ground her teeth. He was boldly proclaiming his ownership of those poor, misguided women. He was so arrogantly shameless she had to restrain herself from slapping him. Without her power belt, King Pimp wouldn't have any problem beating her into a bloody pulp. She always had a rough time fighting him with her power belt on, so didn't dare provoke him without its protection.
"Your hookers, you mean," she said. As Ms Patriot she knew all about his tramp stamp brand. It was disgusting and demeaning to the women that got those horrid things. It marked them as property.
That reminded her, due to issues with her company and personal life, not to mention the very public initiative to clean up Sugar Town she was leading, Jennifer hadn't been able to go out as Ms Patriot since that fateful night in the tattoo parlor.
And her baby blues narrowed remembering how she still needed to exact her pound of flesh for the way he pounded her backside for so long and hard. Fucked her unconscious, in fact. Just the thought of it made her insides hot and mushy, and her anger spike. To her shame, it got really hot and wet between her legs.
"Exactly. I took this picture just a few minutes ago," he said.
Her baby blues flashed. "You brought one of your whores here?"
"No, she came on her own," he said, grinning. He pointed at the camera phone's display. "Notice the red and white stars arching around the ‘Property of’?"
"Yes."
Some of his whores did have special tattoos, but she'd never seen that version. They were all pretty much the same, anyway.
"That was only placed on one woman. No one else has my tramp stamp and those little stars," he said.
"I'm impressed. Are you going somewhere with this?"
"Yes. I placed that tattoo on Ms Patriot three weeks ago, when I caught you in that tattoo parlor window," he said.
She went cold inside. For a long second she couldn't move. Couldn't think.
"No. No, I mean…."
"Ha! After I fucked you unconscious we put that tat on you while trapped in the window, and then you escaped," he said. "Until today. Now I have you, Ms Patriot."
She turned and rushed into the women's restroom. Jennifer went to the mirror and turned around.
"Oh my Goddess, no! I have his tramp stamp on my back," she said, stunned beyond comprehension. She remembered how everyone was staring at her back, and now she realized they were gawking at her tattoo, not her butt. That tattoo said she was King Pimp's property, his WHORE. "Sweet Justice, I’ve been BRANDED! I'm ruined."
King Pimp stepped inside, grinning with triumph. Slack jawed, Jennifer stared into his dark eyes.
"Your choice, Jennifer. I can tell everyone who you really are," he said. "Or you can submit to me."
Jennifer gasped, both from his threat and from her body's immediate reaction. Her chest tightened, her nipples hardened and tingled and worse, her pussy suddenly started to really burn and tingle.
"W-What will you do to me if I submit?"
Jennifer knew what would happen to her if he told the world she was Ms Patriot. Her enemies would hunt her down and kill her. If she was lucky they would kill her. She seriously doubted she'd be that lucky.
"I'm rich. I can pay blackmail."
"Oh, you will. But that doesn't buy you out of submitting to my will," he said. "You will become a hooker. My hooker. Or you will die."
Jennifer's mind shut down. She just stood there gawking at him, trembling and slowly shaking her head. It was all ending so terribly. Ms Patriot was dead, gone. Oh, King Pimp would surely revive her as a hooker, if she chose that route.
Her burning, tingling twat suddenly started to ache. She glanced down at the bulge between his legs, and her whole body was infused with heat. She gasped and started to pant. Then she remembered she was standing before him in a skimpy bikini and heels, and the heat arousing her shapely body really amped up.
"Let's go, Jennifer," King Pimp said, taking her by the hand.
Jennifer let him lead her out of the bathroom. She struggled to contain her sense of dread, and to get her mind working on a solution to her dilemma. Unfortunately, when her libido took over, her mind shut down. All she could do was numbly let the notorious pimp lead her into debauchery.
King Pimp took Jennifer out by the pool, in the middle of the party. All eyes turned to them. He turned her to face him, and then he kissed her. Kissed her passionately, and at great length. After a minute or so, Jennifer started kissing back.
She clutched to him desperately, head spinning, as their lips glided around and all over each other's. He opened her mouth with his, and explored deep with his tongue. Soon her tongue challenged his, and they tangoed in her mouth. All the while his big, strong hands roamed her backside and butt.
"Good, you've made your decision," he said. One hand grabbed her butt, the other grabbed a handful of firm tit. "Good choice."
Her baby blues dropped to the hand so boldly fondling her. Her pussy was not throbbing with achy need. Her insides a hot mushy mess. Glancing around, she saw the animal hunger in the others' eyes. Saw the pleasure they were having in seeing her brought low, at long last.
"You gave me no choice," she said, her voice an octave lower and husky with need. "But know, you will pay for this someday."
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you undoubtedly suspected, despite our attempt to lead you astray, Jennifer Jade is now working for me as a prostitute. She is a hot and passionate lover, too," King Pimp said. He pushed her to her knees. "And she gives the best head ever. Show them, Jennifer."
Burning with shame, Jennifer unzipped King Pimp's pants, pulled out his hard cock and started giving him head. The rich and powerful oohed and awed as she licked, sucked, slurped, and bobbed her head up and down his huge black cock. Jennifer gave the best head and blow job of her life. Her society friends actually clapped and cried out with pleasure when King Pimp ballooned her cheeks with a load of cum.
After she licked her pimp clean, she was pulled to her feet. King Pimp pulled off her top and stuffed it in his pocket. He led her to a bistro table, and then pulled off her bottoms. Jennifer was forced to sit on the edge of the table, legs dangling.
"One hundred dollars," King Pimp said. "Who wants to be first?"
A middle-aged businessman stepped up with one hundred dollars cash. He handed it to Jennifer. She smiled half-heartedly as he dropped his bathing suit. Jennifer guided his cock into her twat.
"Oh, Goddess…feels too good," Jennifer groaned, head lolling about as he started to pump in and out. Then he grabbed her tits, and started to fondle and caressed them as he sucked on a hyper sensitive nipple. "Ooooohhhh, so wrong. Oh, yes."
More men lined up behind him. She watched their faces becoming more and more lusty as her first trick pounded away, almost frantically. As more and more men joined the line to gang bang her stupid, she got hornier and hornier. Jennifer understood it was her great weakness, due to her Valkyrie gene. If fucked long and hard enough, she would be tamed and loose any desire to fight them. Heck, she'll be hornier than the men, and eagerly do any sex act requested.
That thought pushed the super sexy billionaire babe over the top.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess, I am a SLUT! Aaaaaaaaggghhhh!" she cried. Her trick got overexcited and creamed her pussy. That pushed her buttons again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!"
He pulled out with a satisfied look, and Jennifer smiled. She laid back on the table, spread her mile long legs in a wide V and patted her aching, throbbing cunt.
"Next," she said hoarsely. Jennifer felt only the tiniest bit of shame at her predicament and behavior. She knew she was one climax away from any semblance of shame or decorum. And she no longer really wanted to stop the men. When she laid all the way back, her head was not supported, so she had to hold it up. She watched the next man move up to her pussy, and pull out a huge cock. He was thirty-something and very handsome. She took hold of his cock, and guided him into her waiting snatch. "Oooooh, yes. That's how to do it, baby."
"Look at Jennifer Jade, and see what a wanton whore she is deep down," King Pimp said. She heard laughter, which kind of irked her. But then that big cock started sliding in and out, and her body took notice.
"Ooooooohhhhh, Gaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwdddd!"
"There's another orifice on the other side of the table, gentlemen," King Pimp said.
Men rushed over and before she knew it her head was yanked down, hanging off the edge of the table, and a fat cock was stuffed into her open mouth. She felt him start to maul her tits as his stinky ball sack slapped her in the face, over and over and over.
With two men fucking her, Jennifer's body responded twice as fast. Before she knew it she was panting through her nose, body afire with desire, and pushed right up to the edge of climax. It was a great place to be, and she loved it. Then Mr. Mouth Banger grabbed both of her super sensitive nipples, and TWISTED and PULLED them.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried around that cock. It was a scream of both pain and pleasure, since she also climaxed.
She took care of all of the men very quickly, earning seventeen hundred dollars before she was through. Her pimp was very pleased, but worse was the smug, satisfied looks on the faces of so many of her female friends.
After that, King Pimp led her back into the house and to a bedroom. Two men she knew very well, waited. She had respected both men, but admittedly had a contentious relationship with both. The police commissioner and chief of police waited with nervous grins.
"I can't believe this," Jennifer said, baby blues huge.
"I've daydreamed of this," Chief McKenzie said.
"Ditto, chief, ditto," Commissioner Jordan said.
"Gentlemen, as promised, I delivered unto you Jennifer Jade," King Pimp said. "She is ready, willing, and open for business. That'll be one hundred dollars each."
They each handed over a hundred, as Jennifer watched open-mouthed. Two of the only men she truly respected just paid to fuck her. Therefore, they'd never respected her. It had all been an act. Jennifer was devastated.
“Jennifer,” King Pimp said as he left. “Make sure our two boys in blue have the best possible time with you.” He paused at the door as she glared daggers at him. “Say, ‘Yes, Master.’”
“Oh!” Jennifer gasped, eyes wide in disbelief. Did he really expect her to further humiliate herself like that? Apparently yes. That realization caused her curvaceous body to change, become more aroused, belly quaking, cunt aching. “Y-yes, Master.”
King Pimp looked her over with pleasure. He was a master at manipulating women, and he knew more than most about how to tame and control the ever elusive Valkyrie woman. That simple act of forcing her to call him “master” had profound effects on her shapely body, and her very impressionable mind and vulnerable psyche. He could see it in her face and eyes, in the very way her body displayed itself to him. Jennifer would be much more obedient and pliant in the future. Whet
her she knew it or not, the sexy billionaire had excepted his mastery over her.
Jennifer stared at her pimp as he left, then slowly closed her eyes, just to cut them over to and open them at the two eager cops. Both had tented pants and looked more like horny teenage boys than middle-aged police officers.
“How do you want to do this?” Jennifer said with a husky bedroom voice. “One at a time? Or do you want a Jennifer Sandwich?”
“Jennifer sandwich?” Commissioner Jordan asked.
Jennifer smiled. Once, as Jennifer, she’d been kidnapped and forced into prostitution for six weeks before she was rescued. She’d been just twenty at the time, and it was over summer break from college, so she was able to successful hide that fact from the public. But she’d learned a lot from the pimp that bought her and put her to work way out in Las Vegas. It was during that stint as an expensive call girl that she first learned the fine art of the threesome. All of her countless setbacks as a captured super heroine forced to work as a hooker were as streetwalkers or brothel whores.
“How would the Jennifer Sandwich work,” Chief McKenzie said.
Jennifer unconsciously struck a sassy pose before the two men, displaying her shapely, naked body spectacularly. Hands on flaring hips, she pursed her full red lips, and considered the many options for a Jennifer Sandwich. Did she really want to tell them ALL of the different ways to fuck her at once?
“The most popular way would be for me to bend over at the waist, while going down on one of you, and the other fucking me from behind,” she said. “He could…ah…fuck me in either the pussy or the butt.” She smiled at their look of awe. “Another way, which in many ways would be more fun for me, is for me to mount one of your cocks, and the other to then mount my butt. That can be done standing up or laying down. Actually, there are several positions to do that act.” She smiled again, enjoying how they were both turning red. “So, gentlemen, how do you want to fuck me?”
“I have never fucked a woman in the ass before,” Commissioner Jordan said. “I want that. And since we don’t have much time, Chief, I think we should go with the Jennifer Sandwich option. Don’t you?”
