by Don Ship
"Interesting," Mr. Cocks said, giving her a wicked look. "Prim and oh so proper Ms Patriot getting down and dirty tonight. I like it."
Mr. Cocks tugged on Ms Patriot's leash and she rose sensuously to her red booted feet. He cupped her right tit, running his thumb over her hard, erect nipple pushing through the thin fabric, then pinched it until she winced. His hand ran down her rock hard abs, down to cup her pubic mount through the thin fabric covering her genitalia.
"Already aroused and ready to fuck, I see," he said.
He fingered her shiny gold power belt with a contemplative look. She tensed, knowing there wasn't anything she could do to stop him from taking it away. The enchanted belt wasn't giving her any love at the moment, but it was reassuring to feel it around her waist.
"Yes, Master," she said dismally as he led her away.
Mr. Cocks paraded Ms Patriot all around the room. It was a big room, easily three thousand square feet of hedonistic, depraved pleasure palace. The room was packed with people, too. And everyone seemed to understand the significance of the notorious pimp leading the helpless heroine around on leash and collar.
Finally, he took her to a raised dais in the center of the room. A silver playstation stood there, with a tiny black leather seat. The pimp slowly removed her short-shorts, then her bustier top. Ms Patriot was ordered onto the playstation. Mr. Cocks strapped her in spread-eagle. Everyone, dominant and submissive alike, was watching with bated breath. Their eyes shone with wicked, depraved lust and anticipation.
"I've wanted to do this a long time," Mr. Cocks said, locking eyes with her as he pulled out his ten inch cock. Her full red lips parted ever so slightly as he moved closer, but she never lost eye contact with him. She let out a tiny gasp when the head of his dick touched her hypersensitive nether lips. "This is going to feel so great."
"Oh," she cried. "Please, have mercy."
Ms Patriot sucked in a sharp breath when he thrust into her. Stretched her little, much abused hole out so sweetly. She tried to break free of his gaze, but couldn't. He looked so damned pleased with himself, and her spread out helplessly before him. She struggled with her bindings as he began a slow pumping motion, sending the most amazing ripples through her body.
"No mercy, Ms Patriot," Mr. Cocks said, pushing slowly into her, savoring every second and every inch of his long initial penetration. His obvious pleasure stoked her libido. She silently cursed her easy libido, as her eyes closed, and her back bowed. Ms Patriot's bound hands desperately clutched at empty air. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
Her vagina muscles started to throb around his cock. She could not believe how great he felt inside her, how much she loved it. Her overused body tingled, and she felt her climax beginning to build.
"Sweet Justice, this is so wrong!"
With his cock fully sheathed in her hot, pulsating pussy, Mr. Cocks began to roughly fondle her titanic titties. She tensed up, but tried to ignore him. Ms Patriot couldn't ignore the tingling heat quickly building up in her statuesque body. She was already panting, fighting the urge, the base need, to grind her pussy into his crotch and milk his cock out of every ounce of pleasure possible.
I cannot give pleasure to a filthy pimp! she silently declared. If I do, I DESERVE to be debased and defiled like this. I will be no better than a filthy, skanky street whore. She suddenly glared balefully up at Mr. Cocks. I will prevail this time. Ms Patriot stops submitting HERE.
But to do that, and not lose the wager with King Pimp, she had to think fast and be clever. She had to outwit the outlaws and miscreants that only wanted to drag her down into their gutter of depravity. Well, being strapped into a FUCK-ME chair proved she was at least hip deep in debauchery. But once she was released from that chair, unfortunately after Mr. Cocks had his little victory fuck, she would figure a way out of there and out of Sugar Town forthwith.
Then Mr. Cocks did the unexpected.
"Gimme a big, wet kiss, my sexy costumed sex slave," he said, leaning down toward her face.
"Oh, wait, Master, I…I…Mmmmmm," she said, unable to stop him.
His kiss was hard and demanding. The kiss of a master dominating his slave. His hands massaging her tits, pinching her nipples, and his lips slid sensuously over hers, tongues tangoing, Ms Patriot made a tiny squeaking noise and then moaned sensuously low in her throat. Then he finally started pumping his huge cock in and out like he meant it, pounding her hard and demanding.
Dominating her utterly and completely.
Ms Patriot's treacherous body responding immediately and splendidly. Responded as her master wanted. Mr. Cocks was playing her body and libido like a fine instrument. She already knew she would come when and as often as he wanted.
Of course, he's a pimp. He has lots of experience fucking women into submission. Experience dominating women, so they will gladly whore themselves for him, she thought dismally. Her body was quickly building to climax. Every climax came quicker and more powerful as the evening continued. Sweet Goddess, don't let this pimp be the one that tames me.
Ms Patriot strained against her leather bonds. She was held fast.
"Mmmm," she groaned into his never-ending kiss. She so wanted to fight him, to hurl insults at him, but it was all feeling so good. So terribly, terribly good. Then he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her so tight. "Hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Mr. Cocks released her lips and grinned evilly at her. "Like that, huh? Tell me you love me."
A chill tickled its way down her spine at his command. She was too vulnerable to play such dangerous head games. But she had to obey, or Lynda was doomed.
"I love you, Master," she said and gasped when her body responded profoundly.
The sexy super heroine's body trembled violently for a long moment, pleasing Mr. Cocks immensely. She looked up into his triumphant eyes with big blue eyes wide in astonishment.
"Again."
His command was an emotional gut punch, leaving her gasping and so utterly weak.
"I love you, Master."
Her blood surged. She never felt so afire, so alive, even when being gang-banged earlier. Ms Patriot could barely breathe. And the shapely super heroine felt herself at the brink of a mind numbing climax.
"Again."
That did it.
"I love…uuuggh…I love YOU!" And that super orgasm hit her like a brick between the eyes.. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiieeee! Great Freya!" she cried, and felt another coming, "Nooo-ooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love you! I love you, Master!"
"I own you."
"Yes! You own me, Master!" Ms Patriot cried. That realization of that truth was horrifying, terrifying and thrilling. She, Ms Patriot, was owned heart and soul by a filthy pimp. Like some scared and frightened farm girl fresh in the city, that pimp conquered her heart. "Oh, Goddess, he owns me!"
The room exploded in cheers and applause. Everyone was happy, even Ms Patriot. Especially when seconds later he flooded her pussy with creamy cum, pulling out in time to fountain another two spurts up across her quivering belly and jostling tits.
"I love you, Master. I love you so much," she whispered, exhausted.
The notorious pimp wasn't through with her yet. He grabbed her waist, pulled her up off the small seat, and shoved his sticky wet cock straight up her butt hole. Ms Patriot's reaction was immediate and profound.
"Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"
The pain completely wiped out all brain function for a long moment. Her magnificent body bowed, straining in vain against her tight bonds, and held there. If felt like he ripped her in half. She truly thought she was going to die right then and there. Mr. Cocks laughed as he hammered her ass until he was completely inside the stunning super heroine, and having his way in every way.
"Oh, Master, I think you seriously hurt me," she gasped.
"I can only hope," he said. And laughed. "But you're fine. If I ruptured anything there would be blood. So I just stretched you out. Get used to it, bitch. I love to
butt fuck my bitches."
"Great Freya! I never felt pain like that," she said, the pain slowly transforming into intense pleasure. "Now it hurts good."
"Ha-ha! I knew you were a submissive-masochist at heart," he said.
"Oh, Goddess, he's pushing me over the top again!" she cried, suddenly feeling another climax going over the brink. It hit her fast. She had no time to prepare herself emotionally, mentally, or physically. It was devastating. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiieee!"
"Yes!" he cried, shooting another wad deep inside her. "This is the sweetest victory of them all."
Mr. Cocks quickly released both of her wrists. Then he grabbed her lustrous black hair and yanked her off the seat. Unfortunately, her ankles were still bound tightly, so she found herself held up by her hair, at his waist level. The pimp's huge, sticky, slimy cock was poking her in the face.
"Lick me clean, Ms Patriot."
"Yes, Master."
The desperate super heroine clutched at his waist to keep from falling on her face and relieving some of the strain on her scalp. She opened wide, and gobbled him right down. Sucking, she got most of the cum and pussy juices off, then she started licking his dick up one side and down the other, and finally finished up by licking and sucking his truly massive balls clean.
Only then did he motion for a blonde to come up and release her ankles.
"Oh, thank you, Master," Ms Patriot said, rubbing at her aching ankles. "I thought they might break for a moment there."
"Domina Dorothea will take you away now, Ms Patriot," Mr. Cocks said. "When this night is over, I command you to come to me. You will become my top girl on the street. And I will fuck you like this every night."
"Yes, Master. I will come back to you," she said, horrified the words came out so naturally. She knew she intended to do just that, too. "You own me now."
Domina Dorothea was a tall blonde with big silicone tits to match her own, natural tits. The dominatrix's boobs were sheathed in a shiny black latex bustier, with red laces and straps all over keeping it tight. Latex pants vanished into patent leather thigh boots that laced up the front with red laces. Her arms were sheathed in latex opera gloves, with silver bangles clinking on both wrists. She finished out her outfit with a black leather dog collar and riding crop.
"Having fun, Ms Patriot?" Domina Dorothea said, smirking.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, and was surprised by her answer. Was she having fun?
"Good girl," the dominatrix purred prettily. She moved her left spike-heeled foot forward and pointed at it with the riding crop. "Kiss my boot."
"Yes, Mistress," she said, suddenly realizing everyone was watching her. Were they watching while Mr. Cocks broke her? Did everyone know she submitted to him, utterly and completely? No one can say my ultimate humiliation wasn't well witnessed and documented, she thought, also recalling how April videotaped her gang-bang and debasement at the titty bar. But outwardly she nodded docilely and dropped to all fours. Then as she slowly moved her pursed lips toward the boot, "Anything you want, Mistress."
Ms Patriot went above and beyond. She led with her hot, wet tongue, and pressed her full red lips hard into the unyielding leather in a lingering open mouth kiss that took the breath away from her audience.
"Definitely a born submissive at heart," Domina Dorothea said, grinning at Mr. Cocks. "She will work very hard for you, and make you rich."
"I know," he said.
Domina Dorothea had Ms Patriot don her costume again. Then she led her by the leash to a couch. It looked like a smallish Victorian era couch. Not very comfortable. She was ordered to sit in the middle of it. Then the latex sheathed dominatrix spread her booted feet wide, knees bent at forty-five degree angles, shackling them to either end of the couch. Then her arms were pulled up and back, then hooked over the back and locked into manacles fastened to the floor back there.
"I've never seen you look more beautiful, sexy and exciting," Domina Dorothea said.
"Oh, shit," she whispered as men and women began to gather. "Does my master know what you are planning?"
"What makes you think he cares?"
"Oh."
Domina Dorothea turned to regard the eager hopefuls surrounding them in a semi-circle. They were mostly women, but the women vastly outnumbered men in the club, so it wasn't a big surprise. Then she pointed at a Hispanic submissive, male, with a really thick dick.
"You, eat her out," she commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," he said as he crawled up between Ms Patriot's wide spread and bound legs. His dark eyes rose up to meet Ms Patriot's baby blues for a brief second, all full of wicked glee. Then he reached out and pushed her bikini bottoms aside, quickly spread her wet and slippery pussy lips with his thumbs and lowered his face. He lapped at her slit a long moment, then began sucking on those swollen lips. "Mmmm, uuummmm."
"Oh my….uuugghh," she groaned, surprised how fast her body was responding. Mr. Cocks had her super warmed up for sexual use and abuse. "I can't take much more of this. Mercy!"
"No mercy," Domina Dorothea snapped, and cracked the riding crop across Ms Patriot's left thigh. "Silence!"
Then the Dominatrix pointed at a gorgeous redhead. Ms Patriot recognized her as one of the new young lawyers she'd hired at Jade Industries — Tandi Everhart. Harvard grad, too. Top of her class. She was shocked. "Go behind the couch, lean over and play with her tits."
"Yes, Mistress!"
The redhead squealed with delight, clapped her hands, and raced round the couch. She was only wearing a blue garter belt, lacy stockings, and black stiletto pumps. Seconds later, she leaned over and flipped Ms Patriot's breast cups down, letting her legendary boobs spill out, bouncing before everyone's spellbound eyes. Then a perfectly manicured hand cupped the right tit, lifted it high enough for her to wrap her full red lips around the engorged and sensitive nipple.
"Oooohhhhh," Ms Patriot said, breathless, eyes half closed, and head rolling back. She felt Tandi's other hand start to play with her left tit and nipple. "Great Freya, this is more than even a superior woman like me can handle."
"Good," Domina Dorothea said. "Let's pile it on some more." She looked through the eager crowd until she found what she was looking for. A blonde even more beautiful than the redhead. The blonde was only wearing a pair of red patent leather thigh boots that matched her lips perfectly. "You, Lindsay, go around behind the delectable Queen of Jugs and teach her the joys of lesbian smooching."
"Ooo, goodie," Lindsay cried, hopping up and down, jiggling her boobs wonderfully.
Lindsay quickly joined the redhead behind the couch. Ms Patriot licked her full red lips as she watched the eager twenty year old beauty lean over her. Lindsay took her face gently in both hands, then kissed her just as gently. Then she nuzzled Ms Patriot's beautiful face, before both of their lips parted and joined, in a deep, deep French kiss that lasted forever.
"Mmmmmm," both groaned low and sensuously as their lips slipped over each other, tongues teasing and playing delightfully. "Uuuugggmmmmm."
That was it. Ms Patriot lost it yet again.
"Uuuuuuuugggggggnnnnnn!" she cried into Lindsay's eager mouth.
The submissive man eating her out took her over the top four more times before Domina Dorothea ordered him to mount her, and for Lindsay and Tandi to switch. To her surprise and delight, Tandi was an even better kisser than Lindsay, and more enthusiastic, too.
The Hispanic man quickly mounted her. She'd been fucked so many times that night he had no resistance to slow him down. Once he began humping her with authority, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You're the real Ms Patriot, right?"
"Uh-hmm," she groaned, slightly nodding. "Mmmmmm."
"Excellent," he said. "I'm fucking Ms Fucking Patriot!"
People cheered and applauded.
The defeated and humiliated heroine felt a deep blush wash over her face. At the same time her nipples seemed to harden slightly, become more sensitive, and that liquid heat burning her soul turned into that heady mad rush
to climax.
Great Freya, humiliation excites me! Arouses me past the brink!
"Uuuuggggghhhh!" she screamed into Tandi's mouth, then broke free of the kiss and climaxed again. "Great Freya, I can't stop cumming! Eeeeeeoooiiiieee! Oh Goddess, I am weak!"
Tandi pushed her hot, wet tongue into Ms Patriot's ear.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeee!" she cried. "I am such a whooorrreee! Aaaaaaiiiiieeee!"
The exhausted, trembling super heroine was freed of her bindings and moved. Next, she was bent over backwards on a padded bench, with her arms and legs spread wide and tied in place. At that time they began coming at her from front and back.
After two hours of taking it up the ass, pussy, and down the throat, she puked up cum and they untied her. Then the dominatrix led her to yet another wicked bondage device. And then another, and another. Until the night was over, and everyone had left.
"I'm through with you, slave," Domina Dorothea said with supreme smugness. "It was good to watch you prove I was right, after all. You were always just a suppressed submissive whore in denial. Now you've seen the light, and have to live with that fact. I love it!"
With that, Domina Dorothea turned on a six inch stiletto and strutted away in abject joy. Ms Patriot knelt on the hard floor, dripping cum off her back, ass, tits, and belly. Cum dribbled from her cunt and sphincter.
"Great Freya, what have they done to me?"
The sexually soiled super heroine took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. It took many such breaths, and ten minutes, before she got her heart rate back down to normal. Then she slowly dragged her weary body to her feet and started looking for Mr. Cocks. Looking for her master. The pimp that owned her now.
"He's not here," she said after three complete circuits of the floor. She even checked the private rooms. So after putting her costume back on, she went downstairs, to the main club. It was empty as well, except for the team of middle-aged cleaning women scrubbing everything down. She found a damp cloth and began to clean the cum off her body and clothes as she shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he left without me. Doesn't he want me?"
