Ms Patriot- Winner Takes All

by Don Ship

  The other pimps, pushers and pornographers gasped in surprised. They were outraged he gave her such an easy task.

  “Ah, not so fast,” King Pimp said. “There is more to it.”

  “Like what?”

  “You cannot say ‘No’ to anyone. You have to agree to anything anyone asks, commands, or suggests you do, including kinky sex or, god forbid, prostitution,” he said. She gasped, wide-eyed, and shook her head "no" slowly. Not believing what he was proposing SHE do. “If you refused anyone anything, then we will unmask Patriot Girl live on the internet, then proceed to gang bang her stupid while the world watches. If her identity is revealed, it won’t take long for the mob and others to figure out who you are, and take you out as well.”

  “That’s sick! I can’t just spread my legs for anyone that asks for it,” she cried, disgusted. "For the love of the Goddess, I'm the Freya's Champion! Are you mad?"

  “Then that is the end of Patriot Girl,” he said, shrugging. “I guess that proves you aren’t a superior woman. You don’t even have the guts to try.”

  Everyone laughed.

  His words were like a gut punch to her pride and self-esteem. How dare him call into doubt her superior nature.

  “I can do it,” Ms Patriot said, grinding her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more she knew she could complete that task in short order. No problem. After all, who would have the audacity to proposition Ms Patriot? She was an icon of good and righteousness, of chastity and purity, in Grimme City and the country. Besides, they knew she’d kick their teeth in if they proposed anything untoward. She was practically known as the Queen of Abstinence after all. “I agree.”

  “Excellent. Then let’s finished up with the rules and get started,” King Pimp said. She nodded grimly, knowing she wouldn't like many, if any, of the 'rules' he would impose on her. But for Patriot Girl's sake she would play the game. For now. “First, if a john does ask you how much, you answer with fifty dollars. If he agrees to that price, you have to provide the service requested and accept the money. All money earned has to be given to us in the end. Call it ransom if you like, but the truth is you will be prostituting yourself for us." The others laughed and smiled wickedly as she scowled and grimaced in disgust and revulsion. "Now, if he asks for more than the usual suck and fuck, you cannot charge more than fifty dollars, and you have to agree to anything he asks for.”

  “This is sooo disgusting,” Ms Patriot muttered. Her throat was tight and bile threatened to push up her throat.

  “Furthermore, we will be giving you a lie detector test once you arrive at my brothel, The Palace,” he said. The Palace was at the edge of Sugar Town, on the other side of that depraved red light district, a long way away from her current location. “If we find you refused or denied anyone anything at all, Patriot Girl will be lost. But if you can get through Sugar Town without being sexually tamed, which I doubt, then we’ll hand Patriot Girl over to you and let you both leave peacefully.”

  "I'll do it, If no one in this group can give me orders, or arrange for others to intercept me en route and force me into compromising situations," she said. "No one is allowed to know of the compulsion you placed upon me."

  "Of course."

  “I have your word?”

  “You do,” he said. “Then you still agree?”

  “Of course,” she snapped, aggravated she had to go through this whole stupid game. Ms Patriot started for the exit. “Let’s get this over with.”

  “Excellent,” King Pimp said. “One more thing. There is no real time limit, but remember, we have Patriot Girl. She is helpless." He hefted her naked left tit again. Gave it another firm squeeze, making the unconscious sidekick groan. "And she is very beautiful, and we are very horny. I would hurry if I were you, Ms Patriot.”

  “Pigs!” she cried, baby blues flashing.

  Ms Patriot couldn’t say anything more. She was livid and helpless and they didn't go well together, leaving her confused and unsure. They had Patriot Girl. She couldn’t risk anything that would compromise her protégé, so she just turned and marched out onto the dark street. And ran smack into a prostitute. The whore was short, maybe five feet tall. The Asian beauty had knee length black hair and big silicone tits. She was decked out in full hooker attire: red tube top, black leather mini, and stiletto knee boots.

  “Hey! Bitch, watch where you’re going,” the hooker snapped.

  “No, you watch where you are going,” Ms Patriot said. “And stay out of my way.”

  “Kiss my ass,” the Asian whore said.

  “Oh, my, a command to be obeyed,” King Pimp said from the door.

  Ms Patriot froze. The exchange with the hooker happened so fast, she wasn’t thinking about what might be said. The denizens of Sugar Town threw out all kinds of disgusting taunts and insults. They knew she wouldn’t attack them just for using foul language.

  “What?” the Asian whore said, suddenly wary.

  Ms Patriot’s heart was pounding as she turned to the offensive hooker and looked her over. Then she managed a weak smile and stepped closer.

  “Which…ch-cheek would you like me to kiss,” Ms Patriot said.

  She knelt and waited. She prayed the hooker would run away, fearing some kind of setup or sting. But she didn’t.

  "Heh, are you the real Ms Patriot?"

  "Yes."

  “You are really going to kiss my ass?”

  “Yes, if that is what you really want,” Ms Patriot said. “If you don’t want me to do it, I won’t.”

  “Oh, I want,” she said. “I want very much.”

  The beautiful Asian stepped up and thrust her shapely rump into Ms Patriot’s face. Then she reached back and pulled the short leather skirt up to expose her satiny ass cheeks.

  “Kiss the right one.”

  Ms Patriot closed her eyes and leaned forward. She pressed her full, red lips to the hooker’s warm butt and kissed it. Then she pulled back, frowned at that perfect red lip print and started to stand up.

  “Kiss her butt hole,” another hooker said.

  Ms Patriot froze. She cut a quick look at King Pimp, who was grinning. All the other pimps, porn producers, and pushers were watching as well, and looked just as pleased as the huge black pimp.

  “Okay,” Ms Patriot said softly. She so did not want to do this. To actually kiss an ass hole! “I’ll do it.”

  “She has to do anything we say, Amy,” the second hooker said.

  “Sweet,” the Asian hooker, Amy, said. “I want to feel some tongue on my hole, Ms Patriot.”

  “Oh,” Ms Patriot said, grimacing. She put both gloved hands on Amy’s sweet round rump and pushed the cheeks apart. Her sphincter was exposed. “I can’t believe I’m…”

  Ms Patriot pushed her lower face into the butt crack. The stench of stale sex and urine assaulted her nose. She pursed her lips, found the puckered ass hole, pressed her full red lips to it, then pushed her tongue out.

  “Yes! Lick it!” Amy cried joyfully. "Lick it like you love it."

  Ms Patriot groaned, but began licking that nasty butt hole. She knelt behind the hooker for five minutes, hands on her hips and licked her ass hole. Then it got worse.

  “Stick your tongue up my ass hole, Ms Patriot,” Amy said.

  The Freya's Champion only nodded, and thrust her tongue against Amy’s puckered sphincter. It resisted penetration a long moment, but she felt the hooker relaxing her hole. Then Ms Patriot’s tongue pushed inside.

  “Oh, yes!” Amy cried.

  Amy had four other hookers with her. Ms Patriot had to provide the same butt kissing, ass hole licking and reaming service to each of them.

  “Stand up,” Linda said, the blonde hooker. Ms Patriot obeyed. “Now, remove your top.”

  Ms Patriot looked up and down the street. There were cars driving past very slowly, with leering men looking at all the girls on display. They were watching her activities especially. But she had no choice, and unzipped her top. Her big boobs were exposed as she pulle
d the bustier away.

  “Hot damn!” a man cried from the street. He was driving by in a Chevy Nova, with more primer than paint, and hit the brakes. “How much you charging, Miss Patriot?”

  Ms Patriot’s jaw dropped. It was going from bad to worse. She glanced back over her shoulder. King Pimp and Mistress Tabitha were grinning evilly at her from the door. Behind them she spotted Patriot Girl, still unconscious and topless. There was no choice in the matter, she had to succeed to save her helpless protégé. And she absolutely could not say no, or turn down a trick.

  Damn those vile miscreants!

  “MS. I am Ms Patriot, dolt,” Ms Patriot corrected him without thought. That nasty gaggle of whores tormenting her all broke up giggling. She paused, took a deep steadying breath and licked dry lips. Then, “It will be fifty dollars.”

  His eyes went wide in shock. He obviously never expected her to actually agree to it. The man was slim with spiked blonde hair, and looked to be in his twenties, in dirty t-shirt and jeans. He was probably a minimum wage earner, most likely a dishwasher or something. Way below her high standards.

  “Really? Wahoo! Sold, hop in, honey,” he said, reaching over and opening the door. “We’re going for a joy ride!”

  The whores starting taunting Ms Patriot, and were quickly joined by the pimps, pushers, and pornographers who had captured her sexy sidekick and forced her into this most foul circumstance.

  With a resigned sigh, she put her top back on and slipped into the passenger seat. The man pulled out two twenties and a ten, and stuffed it down her cleavage. Bile rose up, burning, even while a knot formed in her throat.

  “You’re sexual favors, paid in full, Ms Patriot,” he said. “By the way, honey, my name is Rex.”

  “Let’s just go and get this over with, Rex,” Ms Patriot said, pointedly ignoring the street people laughing and ridiculing her.

  “Where to, honey?”

  “What?”

  “Where do you want to go fuck? What motel?” he said. “Don’t you got something set up?”

  “No! What do you think I am, a hooker?” she snarled.

  “Hey, you really are the real Ms Patriot, aren’t you?”

  “Of course, who did you think I was?” she demanded. Then a tiny smirk tugged at her full red lips. “Does this mean you don’t want to consummate this transaction?”

  “Huh? Consummate? You mean do I still wanna fuck you?”

  “Crude, but yes, that is what I’m asking.”

  “Hell yeah! Even more than before,” he cried.

  “Great,” she groaned. For a second, she flirted with the idea of not having sex with him. Of not saying yes to every request. Could she fool a lie detector? But she honestly knew she couldn’t. She was not a filthy liar, but an honorable super heroine who always kept her word, no matter what. “Take me where you want. I just want to get it done and over with.”

  “Cool,” Rex said. Moments later he whipped into a dark alley and drove halfway down it before stopping. He turned on the dome light and looked her over with lusty eyes. “Let’s party, Ms Patriot.”

  Ms Patriot removed her patriotically themed bustier top as Rex shucked his own jeans and boxers. Then he pulled his t-shirt off as she slowly, reluctantly slide her skimpy costume bottoms down mile long legs, exposing a bikini waxed, short cropped pubic patch.

  To her shock and surprise, the beautiful heroine found her pussy soaking wet and it came alive when she lightly touched her nether lips. The most amazing sensations rippled through her body and down into her thighs.

  “Oh!”

  “What?”

  “N-nothing,” she gasped, suddenly afraid. Glancing down, she saw that her nipples were hard and erect. “Oh no.”

  Rex followed her eyes down, and grinned hungrily.

  “Oh, what big nipples you have, Ms Patriot! Mighty tasty looking to,” he said and grabbed her monster tits with both hands. An instant later, hands kneading yielding titty flesh greedily, he sucked in her right nipple. “Mmmmm.”

  “Sweet Justice!”

  It felt like greased lightning shot from her nipple to her twat, enflaming everything in between. Her breath was sucked from her lungs and forced her to gasp incredulously. Her hands were held six inches from either side of his head, fingers splayed. Ms Patriot groaned and her head rolled back when he started sucking harder, and started rolling the other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  “Great Freya, I never knew…..uuuhhhh,” she groaned. It was like the butterflies in her belly spread throughout her shapely body. She was sweating and panting, and soon she grabbed his hair and hung on. She was building to something big, and she knew and feared it. But she didn’t have the strength of will to stop it. “I…I can’t take much…Ooo…more of this.”

  Ms Patriot bit her lip and prayed for the strength to endure and triumph, for sweet, innocent Patriot Girl. Lynda.

  “You smell so pretty,” Rex mumbled. His hand dropped from her left tit to her twat. His fingers teased her tingling folds a long moment, then pushed in past those slippery love lips. “So beautiful. So hot.”

  Ms Patriot could not believe her body was betraying her so thoroughly. How could she expect to get out of Sugar Town untamed if the first yahoo off the street had her on the verge of climax before he even mounted her?

  “Are you going to fuck me or what?” she asked through gritted teeth.

  “Do you want it?” he asked.

  “Yes. Hurry, please.”

  “How bad to you want it?” Rex said, then stroked her engorged clit for the first time.

  “Aaaiiieee!” she cried, her whole luscious body jerking, back arching. “I want it bad!”

  Without thought, Ms Patriot’s hand reached out and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard. The feel of it stoked the fire within her even more. She started stroking it and squeezing it. At the same time the sexually stressed out super heroine began grinding her pussy into Rex’s hand.

  “Mount me,” she said. “I’m ready. You want me. Do it. Do it now.”

  “Okay,” Rex said, grinning lasciviously. Her heart soared. To finally be fucked! Then he said, “Suck me first.”

  “Great Freya, my first trick has to be a twat tease!” she cried. “Fine, lay back.”

  Ms Patriot pushed him back against the driver side door. She moved down above his erect cock, swept her long, silky black hair to the side away from him so he could watch, then lowered her full red lips. Her right hand took hold of that cock and guided it towards her descending mouth, while the left gently squeezed his large balls. Then an inch from his cock head, her wet, pink tongue slipped between her ruby reds and licked the drop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick.

  “Oh yes, Ms Fuck-me-babe,” Rex said. “Suck it. Suck it good, babe.”

  “Hmmmmm,” Ms Patriot answered, groaning low as she sucked him in deep, filling up her mouth. “Mmmmmmm.”

  The proud super heroine swirled her tongue around his cock, sucked and licked it with enthusiasm, if not the most talent. A girl needed practice to get that so heady talent mastered, and she was just getting started. But some women, who are born with a natural hedonistic bent, start out much better than average. Ms Patriot was quickly proving she was one of them. She was, after all, a superior woman.

  “Climb on,” Rex said with a strained voice. “Unless you want a mouthful real quick.”

  Finally! Ms Patriot silently cried.

  “Oh, yes, baby,” Ms Patriot growled sexily. “I thought we’d never get it on.”

  It sickened her to talk sexy to him, but she had to have him super excited, on the brink of climaxing when she mounted. She knew that she wouldn’t last long with a cock in her. Not after seeing how hot and excited she’d become just with what had transpired so far. So she tried to make it the best he’d ever had, or ever would have. And the shortest ride of his life.

  She quickly slid up to his waist, straddling it. Then she rose up on her knees and guided his cock straight into her pussy. The statuesque bom
bshell known as the Freya's Champion, Grimme City’s premier super heroine paused, feeling his cock head just barely penetrating her vagina, half in and half out. She was about to “consummate” this illegal activity, about to finalize an act of vile prostitution.

  “If I do this, you will have truly turned me, Ms Patriot, into a street whore, a hooker,” Ms Patriot said, locking her baby blues with his eyes. “Do you really want to be the man that sullied Ms Patriot? Do you want to be the one that pulled me off my pedestal, where millions of impressionable young women admire and love me? Are you sure that you, Rex, want to be the shameless man that dragged me down into the gutter, to be despoiled by countless lowlifes and scoundrels alike?” She leaned forward, careful not to allow his cock any further in, and placed both red gloved hands on his shoulders, nose just inches before his. “It that was you want, Rex?”

  Rex’s eyes unfocused as he looked deep inside. Relief and joy started to bubble up deep within her. Then his hands came up and grabbed her tits, and squeezed.

  “Yes, I do,” Rex said. “Let’s party.”

  “Oooo,” Ms Patriot moaned as he thrust straight up, impaling the sexy super heroine upon his rock hard dick.

  Rex thrust hard and fast into her, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. She was so tight he barely got three inches inside her on those first couple of thrusts, but to Ms Patriot it felt like a baseball bat was shoved up her cunt. She felt stretched out to the max, and beyond.

  “Fuck me, honey babe,” Rex commanded. “Fuck me hard.”

  Ms Patriot trembled atop him, head rolling back as a wanton groan bubbled up from her lips. Every thrust sent pleasure radiating throughout her body.

  “W-what…whatever you…you want, Rex,” she gasped out.

  The hot heroine had no choice. She had to obey. So Ms Patriot rose up, pulling two inches off him, and dropped back down. Hard. She cried out as he was driven another soul numbing inch into her vagina. She was forced to keep it up until his full length were inside her, and then the real riding began. She rode him hard, panting and groaning the whole way.

  I’m losing it, she thought. Part of her was eager for the release, the climax, even knowing it would effectively depower her. She’d worked too hard, gone through too much to be denied that sweetest of all rewards at the end of it all. Great Freya, I can’t…do it!