Ms Patriot- Blissful Fate

by Don Ship

  First, it was a bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. The walls were painted red, with black lacquer furnishings. The sheets on the bed were black satin, under a partially turned down black fur bedspread. Gus reached over and flipped a switch, and soft jazz started from hidden speakers around the room.

  "Oh no," she said, knowing what that meant. Her body instantly changed, the erotic tingling deep in her lower belly and pussy fired up, and her chest tightened. A second later, Gus pushed up close behind the sexy billionaire babe, and reached around to enfold her in both arms. His right hand began to caress her right tit while the left hand dropped to her crotch, and began stroking her slippery pussy lips. "Uuuunnnnngghhh, so wrong."

  "Blissfully wrong, don't you think?" Gus said, with a touch of humor in his tone.

  "I hate this," Jennifer groaned, knees going weak as her head rolled back onto Gus's shoulder. He chuckled as he began to kiss, lick, and nibble on her slender neck. A violent tremble coursed through her spectacular body, letting them both know that her body was loving what he was doing. Jennifer knew there was no stopping it. "Bastard."

  With that last act of defiance out of the way, Jennifer surrendered to the inevitable and submitted to all of Gus's wishes. It was startling how deft, how erotic his every touch could be. Within minutes she understood the ancient, over-the-hill pimp was not completely over the hill. Gus still understood a woman's body, and how to manipulate it just right.

  Jennifer stood there within his arms, writhing, groaning, just savoring the feel of a man's hands doing wonderful things to her. Strangely, the knowledge that she was submitting to the will of one of the vilest creatures imaginable, a pimp, was exciting and arousing. He took her from butterflies to raging inferno in less than a minute.

  "You're a very bad man, Gus," Jennifer groaned.

  Before she knew it, Jennifer was atop that bed on all fours with Gus pushing deep into her pussy, doggie style. He was hung like a horse, and knew how to use it. He made her feel every long inch of his thickness. The most amazing sensations rippled through her overheated body.

  "Oh, yes," she whispered. "So good. Ooooh, yes."

  Gus fucked the very delicious Jennifer Jade in every which way he could, in positions she'd never heard of before. He took her in every orifice of her shapely body, including titty fucking. Jennifer enjoyed every second, and even loved the feel of cum splashing across her face, neck, and breasts when he came while titty fucking her.

  "Well, you've had your fun," Jennifer said, panting as she lay sprawled across Gus's bed three hours later. Beside the garter belt, hose, and heels, her amazing body was now covered in a shimmering sheen of sweat and cum. Gus might be seventy-two years old, but he had the cock talent and sexual stamina of a twenty-year-old pimp. "May I please call Jade Manor now?"

  Gus leaned over the bed and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. That kiss stole her breath away, though she could tell the Bliss was completely faded away. The ardor she felt for Gus had everything to do with the thorough fucking he'd just given her, and little to do with the drug that enabled him to get her in bed in the first place.

  "No," Gus said, and snapped a capsule under her nose.

  "Aaaiiieee! Oooooh!" Jennifer cried, consumed by a monster climax as the new dose of Bliss flooded her mind and senses. She bucked and writhed atop the bed, her mind lost in the glory of that orgasm. "Oh my Goddess, what have you done? Uugh! Ooooh."

  Gus grabbed a fistful of silky soft hair, holding her head way back. He pinched and pulled her erect nipples, making Jennifer gasp and cry out in pleasure.

  "I've decided to keep you," Gus said. "As my personal whore."

  "Whore?"

  "I'm going to pimp you out, babe."

  "No!" she cried. He reached down, and stroked her cunt with talented fingers that knew well how to tame and control a woman. The climax was instant, this close to the actual dose of Bliss. "Aaaaggghh! Oh, yes! Yes! Do it again, Gus. Please do it again. Fuck me, Gus. Fuck me one more time, baby. Fuck me one more time."

  Deep down, Jennifer understood she'd just submitted to the will of a depraved pimp. He was going to use her terribly, and let others pay for the privilege of fucking her over and over. A very bad thing had just happened, and she didn't care. All she wanted was another orgasm. And another. And another.

  "I have a better idea," he said, and left. Jennifer lay on the bed, spread eagle, and grasping at the black satin sheets with both hands to try and stop her world from spinning. Moments later, Gus returned. He was not alone. "I have a friend that would like to meet you, Jennifer. Bob, meet the legendary and oh so horny Jennifer Jade."

  "Bob?" she said.

  "Yes," Bob said, looking down at her from beside the bed. He looked her shapely body over from head to toe, and back again. Three times, smacking his lips the whole time as his eyes remained wide with awe. "So she's really all Blissed out? She won't object?"

  "Oh, yeah, Jennifer Jade is my personal Bliss Whore," Gus said. "She gave herself to me as long as I supply her with Bliss and men to fuck her."

  "Cool," Bob said, and started to undress.

  Jennifer wanted to call Gus a liar, to let Bob know she was a prisoner, a miserable sex slave. Maybe he would help her escape? Maybe he would fuck her anyway, but the only way to find out was by telling him the truth. Then Bob dropped his pants and underwear, and a cock pointed straight at her, fully erect in his ultimate arousal. Suddenly, all she could think about was that cock and getting it inside her body.

  "Oh, baby," Jennifer said, rolling up to her knees on the bed. She reached out and gently took the cock in hand. She kissed the head, and then began to lick it with relish, moaning and groaning wantonly. Then she swallowed it completely, deep throating the lucky bastard. "Mmmmmmmmgh."

  Seconds later, Bob creamed her mouth. Jennifer moaned as she swallowed, licked, and laughed with joy. She knew Bob had to leave, because he'd just came, but she saw two more men waiting, so she wouldn't be alone with his departure. The next man didn't bother with his name, just ordered her to suck him a long minute, then pushed her back on the bed and mounted her missionary.

  "Oh yes! Ride me, Cowboy!" she cried out as his dick penetrated her cunt and drove all the way into her. Her back arched, she threw her arms wide, and she wrapped mile-long legs around his waist. "Oh! Oh, yes! Faster. Faster!" Seconds later, her Blissed-up body exploded. "Aaaggh!"

  Jennifer never knew how long she was on that bed that day, or how many men eventually nailed her to the mattress. All she remembered was that at least fifteen of the men worked for Jade Enterprises. And she answered all of their sexual yearnings, fulfilled all of their perverse and/or kinky fantasies and daydreams about her. At one hundred dollars a pop. A real bargain.

  Her off hours were spent sleeping with Gus. For the next two weeks, Gus fucked her first thing upon waking, at lunch, and at bedtime, which just happened to be the times when he dosed her with Bliss three times a day. The rest of the time she spent in that bed all Blissed out, servicing one man after another. The majority of her johns after three days became Jade Enterprise employees. Apparently, word got around among the perverts that worked for her company, but not to the police or anyone who might want to rescue her. Not that she ever thought of rescue. Gus kept her doped up on Bliss constantly. All she thought about was sex.

  Chapter 2

  "You're the man, Tiger! Oh yes, you are the MAN," Jennifer cried, back arched and a huge cock thrusting into her ass. She was on all fours, on the floor, being fucked by a large Asian man. She didn't know his name. Didn't want to know it. She called everyone "Tiger" now. It was easier. God forbid she'd have to think. "Oh, my big Tiger, fuck me! Harder! YES! Uuuugggghhh!"

  Then "Tiger" exploded deep in her ass. After three spurts, he pulled out and creamed her shapely white ass, too. She loved the feeling of cooling cum on her hot, sweaty skin, but her perfect moment was interrupted by a commotion out in the hallway.

  "Holy Harlots, Jennifer! What are they doing to you?" a very familiar voice
cried from the door.

  Her john was still stroking his cock behind her, still getting little spurts. She looked at the door and noticed an old friend. The beautiful teen wore her long, silky blonde hair in bouncy pigtails. She had big blue eyes and full red, very kissable lips. Her impressive chest was scantily covered in a red, white, and blue US flag themed bikini costume. Blue mask and choker. Red lace-up knee boots and matching opera gloves. A golden power belt encircled her waist, giving her super powers. A super heroine. Her ward and protégé.

  "Patriot Girl?" Jennifer said, confused, but knowing enough not to call her Lynda – just barely. That was the last person she'd expected to see. The thought came to her that she was being rescued. Then it occurred to her that that would end all of the wonderful sex. Part of her was sad to be rescued, but another part knew it would be better for her in the long run. She just couldn't remember why. "You're pretty."

  "Oh my Goddess! What's the matter with you?" Patriot Girl cried, rushing to her side. "We've all been looking all over for you."

  "All?"

  "Me, Electro Girl, Uber Woman and Uber Girl, Silver Angel and Silver Girl," Patriot Girl said. "You know, all of your super heroine friends."

  "You want to kiss me?" Jennifer said, eyes locked on her shimmering red lips.

  "What is wrong with you?" Patriot Girl said, all worried.

  "She's on this," Gus said, and snapped a capsule beneath Patriot Girl's nose. "Bliss."

  "Aaaaaiiiieee!" Patriot Girl cried, falling to her knees beside the bed. "Holy… Uggggh!"

  "Aaaggh!" Jennifer cried, getting a whiff of the Bliss, too.

  Jennifer watched as Gus handcuffed Patriot Girl, pulled off just enough of her costume to fuck her, and started to do just that on the floor, Patriot Girl bent over on her knees and loving it. Another john moved up behind Jennifer and speared her pussy, so she forgot all about Patriot Girl and Gus. Soon, both Jennifer and Patriot Girl were working as Gus's Bliss whores in that room.

  Jennifer didn't know, or really care, that Patriot Girl was sold the next day. The beautiful billionaire babe's "blissful" life continued on as normal. Normal for a Bliss whore, that is. Time meant nothing to her. So the next eight weeks passed like nothing.

  "Oh, my head," Jennifer groaned, then felt an even more urgent need. Rolling out of the bed she shared with Gus, she staggered to the attached bathroom. "I stink to High Heaven. Oh."

  Jennifer suddenly realized that she was coherent. No Bliss befuddled her mind for the first time in weeks, as best as she could figure. She had no idea how long she'd been there, working as Gus's Bliss whore. But it was going to end right then and there.

  Standing up, she felt weak and exhausted. She was in no condition to fight anyone, not even a seventy-two year old pervert. So Jennifer eased out of the room and rummaged around until she found a red vinyl skirt, black halter top, and her own black pumps. She left the hose and garter belt behind as she strode out into the empty streets of Sugar Town at five o'clock in the morning. Going to a 7-Eleven, she convinced the night clerk to let her use the phone, and soon a limo was picking her up and taking her home.

  Jennifer went home and slept until eight that night. When she woke up, it wasn't to the joy of being free of drugs and sexual servitude, but to the realization that Patriot Girl was captured, and missing. Thus, Lynda was missing. She barely recalled Patriot Girl's failed rescue. Bliss so befuddled the mind. But Gus would know where she was now, if he didn't still have her working at Babe Bazaar.

  Jennifer showered one more time, then slipped naked into her secret super heroine room.

  "It'll feel good to be Ms Patriot again, after so long," Jennifer said, grinning wolfishly. "Gus will probably pee all over himself when I show up tonight."

  The thought amused her immensely.

  Jennifer slipped on her red thigh boots. Then she pulled on the blue, star-spangled short-shorts. Next came her red and white vertically-striped bustier. Now for all purposes dressed, she started with the accessories, the super heroine paraphernalia. First, she pressed the blue mask to her face, and then pulled on red opera gloves. After "crowning" herself with the golden tiara, she fastened the matching power belt around her narrow waist.

  "Sweet Justice," she groaned in frustration. When she put on the power belt, the familiar and heady feeling of super strength did not infuse her shapely body. "I'm depowered from all that sex Gus forced me to engage in." She still tried not to think of it as prostitution. "I have so many people to punish."

  First off, Gus. He'd taken complete advantage of her vulnerability after Erica dosed her with Bliss. Not only had he forced her into prostitution, but he'd kept her on Bliss for over ten weeks, whoring her the whole time. Whoring her as Jennifer Jade. Her reputation was ruined. Then to add insult to injury, he'd captured Patriot Girl and probably was still whoring her off as a Bliss whore. So her first priority was to find Gus, rescue Patriot Girl, and then send Gus up the river.

  Secondly, punish Erica Sambino for dosing her with Bliss in the first place and setting her ultimate shame and humiliation in motion. She couldn't prove Erica dosed her with Bliss, so she'd have to target the mob boss's criminal activities, and shut them down permanently. That was the best way to punish Erica, unless she could get the drop on her personally and send her to prison for racketeering or something.

  Thirdly, she had to punish all of her employees that "hired" her without telling the authorities. Those depraved men wanted her helpless and sexually available to them. She couldn’t send them to jail, but she could fire them. And she would, too.

  "I can't go after Erica in my condition, but I can take Gus down," Ms Patriot said, smiling smugly. She was so going to enjoy seeing the look on his face when she walked into Babe Bazaar. "That old man is no match for me, even without my power belt's help."

  Less than one hour later, Ms Patriot strode into Babe Bazaar through the front door. There was a long, heavy moment of dead silence, then the whores and johns started scattering and finding side doors to leave through. The Champion of Justice smiled knowingly as she strode up to the main counter, and Gus. That old pimp just gawked at her, trembling. He knew he was too old to escape her, so he didn't even try.

  "Jennifer sent you, didn't she?" Gus said miserably.

  "And yet you didn't run away," Ms Patriot said.

  "I'm a fool. I thought she'd be too ashamed to tell anyone what happened to her," he said. He shrugged with a pathetic smile. "I just sent a package to her, of still pictures and video of her turning tricks in my bed. I thought I could blackmail her into at least working part-time here."

  "What? For your information, miscreant, Jennifer Jade is a SUPERIOR woman," Ms Patriot cried, shocked and horrified. "She is not on this world to provide sleazy entertainment for depraved men like you. What a raging pervert you have to be to even think she would submit to you again. A pervert with a one-track mind."

  "Well, I am a pimp by profession," he said, grinning weakly.

  "I can see that," she said, glowering at him, fists clinching and unclenching at her sides. "Where is Patriot Girl?"

  "Patriot Girl?"

  "Don't play innocent with me. Jennifer told me Patriot Girl tried to rescue her, but you dosed her with Bliss, then took Patriot Girl away," Ms Patriot said, not liking the growing look of fear on Gus's face. "So, once again, where is Patriot Girl?"

  Gus swallowed hard, looked for an escape briefly, then finally appeared to give up and slumped in his high chair. "I sold her."

  "Ugh," Ms Patriot grunted, those words like a punch in the gut. She'd been hoping against hope he'd kept Patriot Girl to make money off her just as he did off Jennifer. "Why? She was probably worth more as a hooker than Jennifer, being a super heroine and all."

  "I am old, and I can only control one woman like that, and I liked Jennifer Jade better," he said, shrugging. "After unmasking her, I didn't recognize her, so didn't think I would have the leverage I needed to properly control a super heroine. Besides, she's worth a fortune on t
he white slave market, too. I got a million five for her from a Columbian drug cartel."

  "You sorry bastard, I ought to strangle you right here and now," Ms Patriot growled. Her sexy sidekick was gone. There was no way she could find, much less rescue Patriot Girl from a drug cartel. Patriot Girl, and Lynda, was lost to her forever. There was only revenge. "But that would make me a murderer. So I'll have to be content with knowing you'll spend the rest of your life in prison."

  Ms Patriot called 911, and ensured Gus was carted off to jail to face justice for his terrible crimes. She assured the police that Jennifer Jade would press charges, and listened as Gus obediently confessed to all his crimes. Once he was taken away in handcuffs, she narrowed her baby blues and considered her next move.

  "Next, Erica Sambino," she muttered.

  Chapter 3

  For the next three months, Ms Patriot waged a very personal, one-woman war against Erica and the Sambino Family. She beat up the Family's enforcers and thugs at every opportunity, and even went after their drug dealers and pimps, shutting down Sambino whore houses, strip clubs, and other less than legitimate businesses.

  She followed Erica's limo some nights, tracking her in the hopes she would make a mistake. Finally, one night, as Erica was cruising a small red light district across town from Sugar Town, checking on her drug dealers and pimps, Ms Patriot made her move.

  Running the limo off the road, Ms Patriot jumped out and rushed the car. She pulled the chauffer out through the window and threw him into a brick wall. As he crumbled unconscious, she heard the gun shot from Erica's bodyguard. Her power belt deflected that bullet, even though it was a .44 Mag. A roundhouse to the head, followed by a combination to the belly put the over-muscled bodyguard down for the count. Then she yanked Erica out of the limo.

  "Hello, Erica, having a nice evening?" Ms Patriot sneered.

  "Y-you have no right to a-assault me like this," Erica stammered. She was afraid, very afraid. It was unlike a super heroine to make such a mistake, so the beautiful mob boss knew it couldn't be good for her. "My boys and I will all press charges."