Ms Patriot- Into the Labyrinth

by Don Ship

  “Great Freya, it is too….Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  Ms Patriot dropped to her knees. The phallus in her cunt started pumping faster.

  “Aaaaaggggghhhh!” Another phallus penetrated her butt, and started pumping. “Uuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhh! Oh…Aaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!”

  Ms Patriot felt the phallus deep in her pussy come. Her baby blues went wide, remembering their semen was super potent. An almost one hundred percent chance of fertilization and pregnancy.

  “Oh Goddess, it came inside me! I’m pregnant!”

  The masked vigilante panicked. She tried to scramble to her feet, but tendrils immediately wrapped around wrists, legs, and throat. She was quickly dragged to the ground and held tight, flat on her back and writhing fruitlessly.

  “It can’t end like this! I can’t go out a brood mare for inseminoid plants!”

  “Oh, but it can, Ms Home and Garden,” Dr. Chun Fang said.

  That was all Ms Patriot could say. Seconds later a phallus pushed into her mouth. Her ass was already full of inseminoid plant, so another phallus penetrated her already seeded cunt, and started pumping.

  As she lay there, two more different tendrils rose up from the floor. They had bell shaped flowers on their ends. At least that is what Ms Patriot thought until they turned downward and attached themselves to her engorged, sensitive nipples. Stingers injected something into the nipples, that quickly had her titanic tits burning and swelling.

  Ms Patriot arched her back and quivered when two things happened at once. She climaxed yet again, and milk started flowing out of her big juicy melons. Over the next hour, her big beautiful breasts slowly deflated. Drained dry.

  Shortly after her tits ran dry, the other phalluses retreated. But she was still held down tightly. Looking down her body with bleary eyes, Ms Patriot noticed her belly was terribly distended.

  “What the…?!?”

  “Oh, didn’t I mention that the gestation period for the inseminoids is one hour?” Dr. Chun Fang’s voice cheerfully informed her. “You, Sweetie, are about to become a mother!”

  Five minutes later….”Oh! Oh! What is…oh!”

  “Water broke!” Dr. Chun Fang said. “Here she comes.”

  Ms Patriot started bucking and huffing and puffing out of instinct. Her belly started contracting, pushing, expending. Dr. Chun Fang called out for her to push, push, push. A few minutes of that, and….Squish.

  “Aww, it’s a baby monster. A semi-sentient plant that loves getting it on with super women,” Dr. Chun Fang said.

  With the birth, the tendrils released Ms Patriot. She scrambled for the only way out. The far pool. She got about ten feet, before tendrils wrapped around her throat, both tits, several places on her long legs, and both arms. She was bore to the ground, face up. And more phalluses appeared, to dive into her mouth, pussy, and butt. And it all started over again.

  Ten hours later, an exhausted, gasping vigilante splashed into the pool. She swam with desperation, staying under the water until she passed through the tunnel and emerged on the other side. Dragging herself up on the sandy beach, Ms Patriot passed out cold.

  Many hours later…

  “Ooooh, my aching boobies,” Ms Patriot groaned out. She was laying on her back, booted feet still in the water. Her feet were so terribly cold, too. Sitting up, she rubbed her engorged, very taut tits. “Oh, those horrid plants got my tits super charged with milk production.”

  The sexy super heroine pushed her titanic tits together. Hard. And two streams of hot milk squirted out. She pushed until her skin was loose enough for comfort.

  “Just another reason I have to kill that bitch.”

  “Really? After I helped you through the inseminoid patch, too,” Dr. Chun Fang’s hated voice said from above.

  “You call that help?” She looked around, then stood up and tested her reflexes. Aside from the aching, milk-engorged tits, she was as good as new after sleeping. “How long have I been down here?”

  “Why? Do you have a date or something? Details. I insist,” Dr. Chun Fang taunted.

  Ms Patriot crinkled her nose up at the voice. She shook her head. By verbally sparring with Dr. Chun Fang she was probably helping her with the online porn show they were putting on.

  “Let’s see. I was too drugged by the arachnotaur poison to keep track of time, but you said the poison lasted for forty-eight hours. Two days there. At least twelve hours with the inseminoids. And however long I slept. I say three days, so far. My growling belly would agree.”

  “What? You’re hungry after eating all that plant protein?”

  Ms Patriot just started walking. She wasn’t giving Dr. Chun Fang the satisfaction of an answer.

  “You’re almost as much fun as Uber Woman and her little team of super heroine misfits that enjoyed my old labyrinth of fun.”

  Ms Patriot soon was plunged into wonderful silence. As she entered another narrow section of tunnel, she noticed Dr. Chun Fang didn’t taunt her. Probably only had cameras and speakers at select locations. It was a good hour before she entered another vast cavern chamber.

  “It’s empty,” she said, striking a classic super heroine pose at the entry.

  As soon as she spoke a head popped up in the middle of the chamber. He had been laying down behind a boulder.

  “A cow?”

  “Oh, if you call him a cow that will just piss him off. You don’t want to piss Minotaur off, Ms Patriot,” Dr. Chun Fang said ominously.

  “Minotaur?”

  “Half bull and half man.”

  “I know what a minotaur is,” she snapped, baby blues flashing. “Why create one?”

  “To torment and fuck super heroines?” Dr. Chun Fang said. “Another thing. Never say he’s hung like a horse. He is, but he finds being compared to a horse quite offensive.”

  Ms Patriot barely heard Dr. Chun Fang’s warning. She had bigger problems. The minotaur stood up. And up. And up. He was huge. Ten feet tall, and his horns had to be six feet across. The minotaur was splendidly built. Thick chest slanting down into a narrow waist and ending in thick muscular legs. He was covered in shaggy fur from the waist down. Since he was naked, his ginormous genitalia hung obscenely in plain view. His fur was black as her hair, and black eyes glinted with evil intellect.

  “He looks mean.”

  “He is.”

  “Oooookay.”

  He started sniffing her way. She froze, standing perfectly still. After a moment he seemed to lose focus on her, turning his head this way and that, sniffing constantly. When she shifted slightly, his eyes zeroed in on her again.

  “Half blind?”

  “Nearsighted,” she said. “I’m working on it.”

  “I still don’t see a use for a minotaur. You’re wasting your time.”

  “Imagine a hundred thousand of them. Soldiers. Big, unstoppable. Frightening creatures out of nightmares. Each five hundred pounds of rage and darkness, armed with modern weapons and bestial strength and endurance,” Dr. Chun Fang said. “All yours for the right price.”

  “Oh my Goddess!” Ms Patriot cried as he started running towards her. “I have to fuck him to pass?”

  “No. You can just passively let him fuck you, but nothing says you have to fuck him back,” Dr. Chun Fang’s voice echoed. “Of course, you super heroine types always fuck back. You especially give as good as you get, Ms Horny Whore.”

  The statuesque super heroine felt her face heat up at that jab. As all women know, nothing hurts like the truth. As he ran toward her, the Minotaur’s cock was quickly growing harder and longer. It was HUGE. And the sight of it made her breath quicken, her heart race, and her whole body tingle and ache with need.

  Fighting occurred to her first. But that thought was immediately followed by the knowledge that she was depowered. Her super powers were fueled by pent up sexual frustrations. The arachnotaur partially depowered her, by forcing her to climax. Then Dr. Chun Fang’s pervert plant finished her off with countless forced climaxes. She w
as still strong and fast, but no more so than an Olympic athlete. No match for a ten foot tall, muscle bound minotaur.

  Ms Patriot couldn't tear her eyes off his bobbing cock. Her pussy throbbed with need. Just ached. Her insides were nothing but hot mush, and visions of him banging her into la la land filled her fertile mind. And then she heard Dr. Fang's taunting laughter.

  “No!” Ms Patriot cried, baby blues flashing defiantly. “I will not run! I am a superior woman, Grimme City’s premier super heroine. I am Ms Patriot! I have fought and defeated worse creatures! I am indomitable!”

  “You’re an insufferable boar,” Dr. Chun Fang said. “But it's such fun to watch you getting fucked.”

  “Ha! I’ll show you what I can do!”

  “I know. You can fuck a minotaur. Let the show begin.”

  The ultra sexy super heroine cried out in frustration and rage, and charged the minotaur. Both running at full speed, they quickly closed. The minotaur’s big hands reached for the beautiful vigilante, but she smirked knowingly. Ms Patriot gave the vile creature just enough time to commit himself, then she leapt up and did a flipping vault over his head, using his wide spread horns to bound off. They both whirled around, and Ms Patriot kicked him in the nuts.

  “Aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh!” he screamed.

  “Take that, monster,” she cried, then leapt up in a flying roundhouse to his bull head’s snout. He staggered back a step, as she closed and started pounding his stomach and chest with punches. “You’re going down, cow-boy.”

  “Huugggh?” Minotaur said, stiffening.

  “Ooops, I warned you, Ms Cocky Twat,” Dr. Chun Fang said.

  “Warned me? About what?” Ms Patriot said, hesitating. Then she realized her punches were ineffective against the massive minotaur. She should’ve stuck with kicks to the head and balls. Big mistake, and big mistakes in the costumed heroine business meant big cocks reaming out your ass. “Uh-oh.”

  Ms Patriot’s baby blues went wide as she saw his massive fist coming at her in a powerful uppercut. Saw it way too late.

  “Oofff!” Ms Patriot grunted, her red booted feet coming off the ground as her head snapped back and she flew backwards several feet to land on her sweet round butt. The minotaur snatched her up by the hair, and pounded five more punches to her taut belly. “Uuugugghhhh.”

  Ms Patriot felt him lift her up in both hands, high above his horned head. Then with a scream of rage, Minotaur threw her as far as he could. Ms Patriot gasped as she was overwhelmed by vertigo, then she slammed into the rocky ground.

  “Uggh,” the sexy super heroine groaned.

  Panting, she lay on her back and watched the minotaur march toward her. She felt so weak, but could also tell her genetically enhanced body was quickly healing, recovering. Even without her power belt she healed super fast. Didn’t need pent up sexual frustrations for that Gift. But she needed time. Just minutes, really. The minotaur didn’t seem the patient type, though.

  Minotaur reached down, seizing her throat with both hands. She felt his strength immediately, since he started to strangle her. Panicking, Ms Patriot used the only weapon she had against him. She applied bright red boot to sensitive big balls. He released her throat to clutch at his tortured gonads.

  Ms Patriot jumped to her booted feet, then leapt high and grabbed onto his wicked looking horns. One red-gloved hand to either side if his ugly bull face, she planted her feet on his thick thighs and looked hard into his vicious eyes.

  “Lights out, Cow,” Ms Patriot sneered, and head butted him as hard as she could. “Ooooooh.”

  “Hahaha! Did you see that, boys!” Dr. Chun Fang cried as Ms Patriot’s eyes crossed, her hands slipped off his horns and she slowly fell straight back to the ground. “His head is harder than hers. She knocked herself out!”

  She wasn’t exactly out. Dazed was more like it. Ms Patriot couldn’t move her arms or legs, and the angry minotaur kicked her shapely legs very wide. Then he knelt between her knees and grabbed her 38DDs with both hands.

  “Party time!” Dr. Chun Fang cried.

  “Ugh!” Ms Patriot grunted as his monstrous cock penetrated her slippery wet cunt. Her red booted legs rose off the ground and spread in a big V, while her back arched up to her limit and her eyes went wide and mouth opened in a big O. “Aaaaaaggggggghhhh. Too…big….Oooooooohhhhhh, Goddess.”

  Biggest. Cock. Ever!

  Ms Patriot felt her tight little snatch stretched beyond anything imaginable. The pain was terrible, but yet it felt so damned awesome. The time she spent with the inseminoid plants left her aroused and quite wet down there, so he wasn't having too much trouble thrusting deep into her. But to the statuesque super heroine, it was profound.

  "Uuuggh! Great Freya! Too much!" she cried. "Oh my Goddess! Yes! I mean…Oooh."

  Minotaur grabbed her wrists, pressing them hard into the ground to either side of her head. She writhed and bucked beneath him, cried out inarticulately and panted.

  “Look at that. Five seconds, and she’s already humping him back,” Dr. Chun Fang’s hated voice echoed mockingly. Milk began squirting out of her engorged nipples, soaking her titanic tits, neck, and belly with the nutritious fluid. “Oh man, look at our friend Minotaur milking the High and Mighty Ms Patriot for all the pleasure she’s worth. Bwhahahaha!”

  The gorgeous vigilante so wanted to respond to that, but Minotaur was fucking her soundly. Her body was on fire, sweat soaking her from head to toe, leaving her spectacular body all sexy shiny. Minotaur started licking the milk off her tits with his huge, wide, and rough tongue, that send waves of erotic pleasure radiating throughout her oversexed body.

  “Great Freya, he is totally filling me up with his cock! No one has ever done that!” Ms Patriot cried, feeling the last of her intellect slipping away. Her will and ability to fight were already shattered. Her body was wound up like a spring, ready to release at any second with a life-altering climax. When it exploded deep within her quaking belly, the sexy super heroine knew it was the end. “My Goddess, Minotaur is going to tame me! Aaaaaggggghh! Oh, yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

  Minotaur released her wrists to squeezed her huge tits with both hands, forcing more milk out of her tingling tits.

  “And that will put the once virtuous super heroine into super whore mode,” Dr. Chun Fang crowed joyfully. “Her weak, Valkyrie mind can be wiped clean by such a power climax, and now I'll bet she has no thoughts except fucking and sucking. Ms Patriot is nothing but an unadulterated sex machine. A lusty, busty, enthusiastic fuck toy.” She paused to laugh. “Just the way we like her.”

  Ms Patriot grabbed hold of Minotaur’s horns and hung on tightly as he licked and sucked on her titties and humped her hard and fast. Her head rocked back and forth as she became consumed with lusty need and desire.

  “Oh yes! Yes! Oh Goddess, YES! YES! YES!” she cried.

  “Ms Bimbolina is getting her ass reamed royally,” Dr. Chun Fang said. “And that ain’t no bull. Wait, Minotaur is a BULL. Ms Patriot is getting bull whipped. Cock whipped into a fucking frenzy.”

  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

  Minotaur fucked her another twenty minutes, forcing her to climax more than a dozen times before he finally climaxed, filling her cunt to the max with bull cum. Then he straddled her waist and started rubbing his sticky wet cock all over her titanic tits and beautiful masked face. The vanquished vigilante reveled in it. She licked and stroked his nasty cock, hugged it and titty-fucked it. When he finally stood up over her, Ms Patriot crawled to her knees and started licking him clean from hairy nuts to rubbery dickhead. She licked him perfectly clean, before he forced her to all fours and shoved it up her ass.

  “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Goddess, it hurts…so…GOOOOD.”

  They fucked for hours, in every position imaginable, before they finally passed out from exhaustion. Minotaur lay on his back, with Ms Patriot sprawled atop and across his lap. It was a glorious sight to behold. Dr. Chun Fang s
miled, and dragged herself off to bed.

  Dr. Chun Fang’s super heroine porn website’s membership had tripled since Ms Patriot entered the labyrinth. The evil Asian scientist was literally making millions. Tens of millions.

  The sexy Chinese-American beauty awoke six hours later to discover membership had jumped another 1.1 million overnight. At twenty dollars a pop, she was pleased.

  “I could conceivably make a cool one hundred million off Ms Patriot fucking,” she mused as she returned to her bank of labyrinth monitors. She found Minotaur and Ms Patriot laying on their sides, spooning. “How sweet.”

  Of course, he had a hard-on, and it was pushed up between her thighs. Ms Patriot’s red gloved hands were both wrapped around that thick shaft as she slept.

  “Sweet but boring,” Dr. Chun Fang said, smirking. She turned on the microphone, and moved her glossy, full red lips close. “Hey! Sleepy heads. Your fans are eager for you to start today’s live internet sex show. So, get fucking.”

  That startled them. Their heads rose up and looked up into the darkness above. Ms Patriot wasn’t sure how much Minotaur understood. He couldn’t speak, that was for sure. He just grunted and made cow noises, but he wasn’t dumb. Not nearly dumb enough, at any rate. Then she realized what her hands were holding and jerked away.

  “Eww.”

  Ms Patriot froze when Minotaur stirred behind her. Would it be anal again? Or doggie style? Or would he flip her over to do it missionary? Or would he force her to suck him off? Her mouth watered, and her body tingled and ached with readiness and need. After a full night’s sleep, Ms Patriot was in full control of her faculties again, but her body was ready, willing, and more than able to start fucking again.

  She steeled herself for the expected penetration, but instead Minotaur just stumbled to his feet and staggered over a good five feet. A second later, a thick stream of steaming piss started up. Ms Patriot sat up, then looked past him. A big boulder. Her baby blues locked on his huge, hanging ball sack. She knew it intimately, having licked it clean a dozen times the previous night. The thought of doing it all over again, and again, and again, disgusted the shapely super heroine. Anger rose and she snarled at Minotaur’s back.