Ms Patriot- Winner Takes All

by Don Ship

  "Or else what?" JJ Rod said smugly. She was forced to follow, hopping and with her arms wind-milling to keep her balance. "Or else, you will be defeated?"

  Two men each grabbed an arm, and Ms Patriot found herself captured. She struggled intensely, but they were big and strong. More than strong enough to hold her on their own, but together she was like a rag doll to them. Helpless. Vulnerable. Frightened.

  Wide-eyed, Ms Patriot looked around for anything, anyone to save herself. All eyes, male and female, were gleaming with evil delight. No one was on her side.

  "King Pimp will be so proud," JJ Rod said, dropping her foot and reaching out to cup her boobs. Then he unzipped her bustier and pulled the top off. Her bountiful boobs spilled out enticingly, bouncing and jostling before all of their delighted eyes. "Mmmm, daddy like."

  "Unhand me! I am Grimme City's premier super heroine, not some skanky harlot to maul and abuse at your leisure," Ms Patriot cried. She struggled in their arms until she realized it just caused her silky black hair to whip around, as well as made her boobs flounce about. All of which just made the men hornier. "Great Freya! Why did I strike that devil's deal with King Pimp!"

  "Because you are an arrogant bimbo piece of cock candy in denial," JJ Rod sneered. "You wanted to lose to King Pimp and become is wanton whore. You wanted all of those men to fuck you. You wanted to lose, to be used and abused. Why else accept terms you can't possibly win?" He reached down and ripped off her costume's skimpy shorts and dangled them before her wide, disbelieving baby blue eyes. "Why else continually put yourself in dangerous situations, in a costume that gets skimpier every year, if you don't want bad men to do sexy bad things to you?"

  "What? You are mad," she cried. JJ Rod unzipped and pulled out his ten inch cock. He grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs wide and pressed his huge black cock to her quaking, wet cunt. "I am a superior woman. My goals and pursuits are higher than base sexual desires!"

  "Baser than this?" JJ Rod said, and shoved his cock hard between her slippery pussy lips.

  "Uugghhh!" Ms Patriot grunted, her back bowing and legs spread wide and extended. "Sweet Liberty!"

  "Yes, I give you liberty from the shackles of chastity," JJ Rod laughed. Her muscles were clenching around his thick shaft, clenching over and over, sometimes even quivering. "She is so enjoying this fucking."

  The sexy super heroine couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling. Every stroke of that thick, long cock ripped another brick out of the wall protecting her heart from all of their use and abuse. She'd already submitted to a pimp, giving herself to him utterly, once during her long humiliating ordeal, to Mr. Cocks. Mr. Cocks just left her in the dirt. Didn't care. Didn't want her, apparently. She still couldn't believe that, or believe how much it hurt.

  "This…is…wrong," Ms Patriot groaned, pushed to the brink of climax so quickly and easily it was humiliating. She just knew they would see it as proof she was a whore at heart. Evil men always did. "You must stop…before it…is too late."

  JJ Rod redoubled the intensity in which he was pumping her pussy.

  "It is already too late," JJ Rod growled, all but lost in lust and pleasure. "You super heroine types are so stupid like that. Ugh, so tight. Fucking you stupid — make that stupider — is not a bad thing, but a necessary thing. Oh, yeah. You are such a good fuck."

  "Monster!" she cried, and lost her tentative hold on that climax. It immediately rolled over her. "Aaaaiiiieeeeee! Great Freya, Noooo-Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!"

  The men and women surrounding Ms Patriot laughed and cheered. Everyone seemed to damned happy at her downfall, at her degradation and humiliation.

  "SLAPDOWN!" JJ Rod cried. Then he lost it, shooting gobs of cum deep into her pussy. "Oh yeessss!"

  "Great Freya! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing at the feel of cum being pumped into her body. "Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

  JJ Rod released her thighs as he pulled out. She found her knees weak, and she fell to them when the other two goons released her arms. JJ Rod thrust his still hard cock in her face, all sticky icky. Head spinning and belly quaking from her sound fucking, Ms Patriot licked full red lips as her mouth watered.

  I am so fucked, so lost in debauchery, she thought as she reached out and gently took his huge member in hand. Then she swallowed hard, spread full red lips wide, and guided him into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm."

  Goddess help me, but I'm developing a love for the taste of cock, she thought.

  Another junior pimp in the Palace knelt behind the vanquished vigilante. He reached around and began fondling her boobs roughly. It felt divine to the overheated, oversexed super heroine. She groaned wantonly as JJ Rod's rod filled her mouth, and she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

  "Uuuuggggggghhhh," the sexy super heroine groaned when the guy behind her slipped his cock up into her pussy.

  The great and mighty Ms Patriot eagerly ran her lips and tongue up and down the pimp's cock, licking and sucking on his big balls, licking him clean. Then making him come into her mouth, which necessitated her licking him clean again. All while another pimp reamed out her pussy from behind.

  After they both came inside her, two more pimps and bouncers took their places. Then two more, and so on. The tall, shapely super heroine serviced King Pimp's subjects. Twelve men and four women had their way with her, until they did something that broke the statuesque super heroine out of her trancelike lust.

  A man walked in off the street. Just a regular Joe. A john. Ms Patriot was pushed at him, and told to seduce him, to turn a trick. She approached him warily, with frequent looks back over her shoulder. She still wore most of her Ms Patriot costume, including the mask and power belt. Really, only her top and bottoms were gone. Really gone, like no longer in the room gone. A battle trophy for some skanky pimp, no doubt.

  Ms Patriot was still trembling from being gangbanged stupid. She knew she was weak and vulnerable, and that she was being forced into something she found morally repulsive. But she couldn't find the mortal fortitude to stop herself, to assert herself and say NO.

  "Hello, do….do you want a d-d-date?"

  He stared at her body a long moment. Well, mostly at her naked boobs.

  "Are you the real Ms Patriot?"

  "Of course," she said, a little offended he had to ask. She was famous after all.

  "I knew Patriot Girl was in here, but didn't know you were too."

  "I just arrived," she said bitterly. Anger started to rise, fed by her bitterness. "So, do you want that date or not?"

  "YES!"

  "Bastard," she growled.

  That pissed her off. It was understandable why the pimps and hookers of Sugar Town hated her and wanted to defile her body and reputation, but she expected the common citizens of Grimme City to support her, to care about her fate. That sorry excuse for a man not only didn't care about her, he was eager to join in the desecration of her body, soul, and reputation.

  Ms Patriot grabbed him by the collar, backhanded him and then hurled him at the startled junior pimps and bouncers. Then she turned and raced towards the elevators. She knew what floor King Pimp's apartment was on. If he was banging her sexy protégé at that moment, then that would be his location.

  Ms Patriot reached the elevators and pressed the button. The door closed seconds before the enraged pimps reached her. She smiled grimly. It felt good to be back to her old self again. When the elevator dinged, she glanced up, confirmed she was on the correct floor and smiled as the doors opened.

  "It's kick butt time."

  She stepped off the elevator, and was met with huge pictures of Patriot Girl being fucked in every manner imaginable. TVs were on, showing video of Patriot Girl tied in various bondage devices, being fucked alternately by King Pimp, The Kidd, or a line of men gangbanging the teen beauty. Ms Patriot gawked a long moment, frozen in place with horror. The sound of Patriot Girl grunting, moaning, groaning, panting filled the air.

  "See how you failed her?" The Kidd said
from her left.

  Ms Patriot glanced at him, then back at the pictures and monitors. How did that happen? Where did she go so terribly wrong? Why wasn't she smart enough, strong enough to prevent it from happening?

  "You are weak and pathetic," Mistress Tabitha said from her right. "You have a choice, Ms Patriot. Me or Kidd. You have to submit to one of us."

  "Or else," Kidd said, grinning.

  "Or else?"

  "Or else bad things happen to both you and Patriot Girl," Tabitha said, smirking. "Very bad things."

  "I don't think so," Ms Patriot said, finding her backbone again. "I'm here to rescue Patriot Girl."

  "Well that's stupid," Kidd said.

  Ms Patriot narrowed her baby blues at him. "Why?"

  "Because Patriot Girl isn't HERE," Tabitha said, and laughed.

  "But, downstairs, the pimps said….," she stammered.

  "Lies," the red leather sheathed dominatrix and brothel owner said. Tabitha stepped a little closer, a smug smile spreading across her lovely face. "They were told to expect you, and what to tell you when you arrived. We wanted you to come upstairs all full of piss and vinegar."

  Ms Patriot's mind was reeling. Were they manipulating her? Had King Pimp and the other leaders of Sugar Town's illicit sex businesses secretly orchestrate her every move, her every slap down and humiliation? Was she just their sexy puppet this whole time?

  "No! You lying monsters! This was all a setup to destroy me. You lied to me!"

  "Duh," Mistress Tabitha said. "We're criminals."

  "While you were banging that first trick, right after this all started," Kidd laughed. "We were back fucking Patriot Girl stupid. Then we brought her here, and fucked her some more while we watched your progress."

  "Pig," she growled, baby blues flashing.

  Ms Patriot rushed Kidd. The tall, lanky street pimp stepped into her attack confidently, and slammed a right cross into her left cheek.

  "Uuggh!" Ms Patriot cried, spun around and dropping to her knees. "Oooooh."

  "It hurts without your power belt working, doesn't it, Ms Superior Cunt?" Kidd said. "You are no longer super strong and super fast. I can whip your sweet round ass now, babe. Now stand up, and give me a reason to start whipping."

  "What? I'm Freya's Champion and Grimme City's most beloved super heroine," she said, struggling to feet. "I don't need my power belt to slap a common street pimp like you down, Kidd."

  Ms Patriot squared off on him and struck a super heroine pose. It was kinda hard to be menacing with her boobs and pussy exposed like that. But she had supreme confidence in her ability to back up her claim.

  Kidd attacked. Ms Patriot blocked his punches and kicks easily. She was a martial arts expert, after all. But he was faster and stronger than she recalled. The loss of her power belt quickly made itself felt. After a moment, Kidd started pushing her back a step at a time. It was all she could do to keep his attack at bay.

  "Sara Amanda won the competition we had to see who got you first," Tabitha said from behind the battling super heroine. Ms Patriot froze a bare second, which she almost didn't recover from fast enough to fend off Kidd's attack. The madam continued, "Here in a few minutes you will begin your first porno movie — Jennifer Jade."

  "What?" Ms Patriot cried. Kidd stepped inside her guard and slammed a fist into her belly. "Ooff! Ooooh. Great Freya, no!"

  Ms Patriot felt that punch profoundly, all the way to her toes and up and down her spine. She curled up around his brutal fist, and slowly dropped to her knees. Tabitha came up behind her and pulled her arms back. Then she felt the cold steel handcuffs snapped onto her wrists.

  "Great Freya, I've been captured," she groaned, still mostly breathless. And Kidd quickly shoved his cock into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm."

  HHHUUUMMMMMM!

  Ms Patriot, mouth full of cock, recognized that humming sound. It made her belly melt like butter. She knew her body was in no condition to fight off a vibrator. Then Tabitha pressed the vibrator up between her legs, pressed it up against her pussy and clitoris.

  "Uuuggghhh," she grunted as her baby blues went wide and her back arched. Kidd started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She groaned low and wantonly, losing the fight fast to fend off what they were doing to her body and libido. Great Freya, I can't fight any…..!! "Uuuuuggggghhhhhuuuumm!"

  The climax left her head spinning. The sexy super heroine didn't know up from down, left from right. She started sucking on Kidd's cock as Tabitha continued to press the vibrator to her cunt with one hand, and started to fondle her tits with the other.

  "Patriot Girl was quickly and easily tamed, and then told us everything. What a chatterbox," Tabitha said. "She is as much a helpless sex slave as you are, Jennifer 'Ms Patriot' Jade."

  Ms Patriot started mindlessly grinding her pussy into that vibrator as she sucked merrily. For the next ten minutes, the only sounds were panting, gasping, slurping, and the hum of that ceaseless vibrator. Ms Patriot had one climax after another. She didn't even bother to count them.

  After Kidd shot his wad in her mouth, Ms Patriot was dragged to her feet. Kidd and Tabitha escorted her back into the elevator, and hit the button for the basement level 2. While Kidd started fondling and sucking her tits, Tabitha started finger fucking the helpless heroine.

  "Where are we going?" Ms Patriot said, panting and squirming.

  "To the studio downstairs," Kidd said.

  "Sara Amanda is waiting to begin your first full length porno. She has a script and everything," Tabitha said. "Then, come evening, we will take you back to Jade Manor."

  "Jade Manor?"

  "Yes," Kidd said. "We've already been given a tour by Patriot Girl. She showed us your secret room and underground garage. Nice."

  "What?"

  "Patriot Girl is there now," Tabitha said. "King Pimp is fucking her in her own bed right now. Later today, she will start turning tricks in that bed."

  "I don't understand."

  "The pimps, pornographers, and pushers that you tried to capture last night have all gone into business together," Tabitha said. "We are all equal partners in you and Lynda. We will start stripping you of all of your money and companies tomorrow, but we already started a new High Class brothel, called Jade Manor. Tonight is opening night."

  "You, Ms Patriot-ho, will be turning tricks in your own fucking bed," Kidd laughed. "Gotta love it."

  "We've already lined up johns for you and Lynda, starting tonight at six," Tabitha said. "We are charging ten thousand an hour for your sweet round ass, and five thousand an hour for Lynda. All of your friends, associates, partners, and ENEMIES are signing up for that sweet ride."

  "No."

  "Yes. Everyone wants a shot of you, both as Jennifer and as Ms Patriot," Kidd said. "You are going to be very busy for the next six months, at least."

  "Yes, you will be very busy," Tabitha said. "Porno actress and fetish model by day, high priced hooker by night."

  She and Kidd laughed as the elevator doors opened and the studio was revealed. Sara Amanda was waiting eager-eyed, along with twenty men and women to film her first professional porno movie. The set behind them was a sleazy titty bar, perfect in every detail. Down to the sexy stripper that so humiliated and debauched her — April!

  "What are you doing here?"

  April smiled cruelly. "I get to reenact my time dominating you yesterday."

  Sara Amanda walked up, grinning fiercely as she looked the nearly naked super heroine over with growing satisfaction and lust. She ran soft, feminine hands all over Ms Patriot's breasts, then fingered her dripping cunt.

  "Yes, Ms Patriot," Sara Amanda said as Ms Patriot's baby blues grew wider and wider, "your first professional production will be a reenactment of your fall into debauchery and sexual slavery, called Winner Takes All."

  "And, yes, we will take everything from you," Kidd said. "Your wealth. Your pride. Your very dignity. You belong to us, Ms Patriot. We won, and winner takes all in the costumed vigilante game, baby!"
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  Don has been hooked on sexy super heroines since the day he watched the Wonder Woman TV series. It was a simple step from there into super heroines in peril stories. Now he writes his own characters, and is having the time of his life doing so.