by Don Ship
Ms Patriot stumbled as she headed for the door and fell hard to her knees. The intense pain helped to clear her sex and exhaustion besotted mind.
"It's the Goddess's mercy manifest! She has saved me, so I can save Lynda!"
Suddenly feeling worthy again, the resilient super heroine pulled herself together and marched out the front door of the BDSM club. It was full daylight. Late morning, at least. She squinted at the hustle and bustle around her. The street was busy with bumper to bumper traffic, while the sidewalks were filled with hookers and johns circling each other in that age old dance of debauchery.
Most red light districts were afternoon to the wee hours. But parts of Sugar Town the streetwalkers worked around the clock. Most of the whore houses also were 24-hour service.
"There is no time limit," she said, grinning. "That was King Pimp's mistake. A mistake I will exploit just as thoroughly as Domina Dorothea and her dastardly slaves exploited me last night."
Ms Patriot realized she was getting way to much attention. Remembering how the first hookers she encountered demeaned and exploited her, she felt she had to get away. She had to find another way to get out of Sugar Town than walking down hooker infested streets.
"The alleys!" she said, and raced over and into the alley beside the club.
Compared to the streets, the alley was cool and dark. She breathed a sigh of relief as she marched down the alley, heading for her encounter with King Pimp. After what I went through last night, he had better not try to cheat me. And if one hair on Patriot Girl's head was touched, I will…
"Hey, sweetie!" a wino called, sprawled out against the wall.
Her eyes grew wide, seeing a baker's dozen winos of every race in that alley, all sitting, laying or otherwise gathered in small groups.
"I can't pay, but how about a blow job anyway?" he said, gracing her with a gap-toothed smile. "I'm a vet, after all. Give it up for protecting your skanky ass, babe."
The others laughed. Ms Patriot didn't. She'd been given a command. A command she had to obey.
"Yes, Mas….yes, sir," she said, and walked over to him reluctantly, with distaste spread across her beautiful masked face. "One BJ for the vet, then I have to leave. Really."
He just gawked up at her. She knew he never expected her to actually give him the asked for blow job. But she was compelled by King Pimp. She had no choice.
I cannot beat a lie detector, she thought. Especially not in my weakened state.
The wino was an elderly white man. She couldn't tell through all the filth if he was fifty or eighty. Her sensitive nose smelled his rancid stink ten feet away. So Ms Patriot gritted her teeth and pressed on, walking up to stand before him. Towering over him.
"Its way better if you just let it come naturally, instead of trying to hold off for a long time," she said as she dropped to her knees and reached for his bulging crotch. "I Promise."
The filthy bum just continued to gawk at her dumbly as she unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. It wasn't particularly big, even after she gave it a firm squeeze and tentative lick. Of course, after that lick it was fully erect and rock hard.
"Uugg! Wash your dick sometimes! This is the most disgusting….ugh," she said, gagging. She took a deep breath, held it, and went back in. It took her five minutes to suck and lick off the nasty taste, and he creamed her tongue seconds later.
"Oooohhhh, yes," he groaned.
"I'm a veteran, too, Ms Patriot," an equally filthy black man said. He was younger than the first wino, but not young by any measure, and already had his long cock out. "Suck me off, too."
Ms Patriot looked around, horrified to see all the winos climbing to their feet and heading her way. She would be there a while.
"I suppose everyone here is a veteran?" They all nodded eagerly, many cupping their crotches as they stared hungrily at her tits. So she sighed gustily, while reaching back to unzip her bustier. They all really perked up at the sight of her naked tits. The more excited they were, the faster they would cum. She hoped. "Okay, I don't have time to suck off each and every one of you, one at a time. It might take hours." She gave them a dark, narrow-eyed look, her mind whirling furiously. There was only one way to do it. Take control. "This is how we're going to do this. You," she said, pointing at the black man now holding his engorged cock hopefully, "Lay down in front of me." She pointed at a Hispanic bum, "I want you to wait for me to mount him, then come up behind me and take me up the butt. Okay? Good." Then she pointed at an Asian wino. "Then I'll suck you off while they are fucking me. And when they're through, I'll take on the next three, and the next three."
Ms Patriot figured she could fuck them all in thirty minutes and be on her way. Three at a time would go a lot faster. Club Depraved taught her how to do it.
"Wahoo!" the black man cried and laid down where indicated.
Ms Patriot stood up and then slid her costume bottoms down around her ankles. She stepped out of the bottoms and promptly straddled the black bum, then dropped to her knees.
"You ready for the best sex ever?" she asked teasingly, bouncing her own boobs before his wide eyes. "Ready or not, here we all come."
Ms Patriot took his cock in hand, and pressed it to her pussy. She impaled herself on that huge cock. If felt good. It felt right.
I am such a raging whore.
The stunning super heroine bounced up and down on that cock, until she was firmly mounted. Then she looked over her shoulder and smiled sultrily. Slapping her ass, she said, "Mount up, Cowboy. Ride me until the cows come home."
She helped the bum mount her while the man beneath her started thrust up inside her, over and over. If felt heavenly. How did she live without sex prior to this? And once the Hispanic man was mounted and humping her butt merrily, she turned to the Asian bum and licked full red lips while giving him a simmering, come hither look.
"Ready for some hot head? Then come to momma, baby," she purred.
Ms Patriot justified her sexy "pillow talk" with her very real need to get them hot and horny, so horny they shot their loads fast. The faster the better. So when he hurried over giggling, she smiled with real pleasure, sure she would get the job done in record time.
"Good boy, lover," she said, taking him in hand and wrapping her full red lips around his dick head right away.
Ms Patriot proceeded to blow his mind with the best head he ever dreamed of having. It was so intense, he shot his wad in less than a minute and a scroungy redhead took his place. He proved more difficult to get off.
"Come on, baby, come for momma," she begged the redhead. Then the Hispanic man finally filled her poop shoot, and pulled out, to be replaced by another Hispanic man, but one with a huge cock. And he rammed it in with gusto. "Aaaiiieee! Easy boys! I'm just a girl!"
"But you're a super heroine, so you can take a beaten and keep on licking," redhead said. He seized huge hands full of silky soft hair and forced her way down his rod, completely filling her mouth and killing any response.
She couldn't believe it. Even homeless winos were treating her like dirt. Treating her like a two-bit crack whore. Then it occurred to her that even they recognize a nature born whore. They instinctively recognized her for what she was, deep inside.
Maybe not so deep inside, she thought, sucking the Hell out of that cock and loving it.
She started rocking back and forth, forward and backward, over and over. That motion was the best for sliding up and down the cock of the man beneath her, and the man behind. At the same time, her man hungry mouth was doing the same on the redheaded bum.
It didn't take much of that before she was white hot inside. She savored the feel of three men inside her at once. It didn't get any better than that.
I've never felt so content, she admitted, finally. Gratuitous sex becomes me.
The big black man below her was dependant to her motion, mostly. He didn't have a lot of room to play with, so needed her to move for long strokes. The man on her rump was another matter. He began hammering her hard v
ery quickly, and brought them both to climax together.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"
Then red juiced her mouth with the mother lode.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"
And then, the black man exploded deep inside her. Sending her over the top again.
"Uuuggghhh! Oooohhhhhhh!"
For several minutes Ms Patriot just knelt there on all fours, slurping cum and enjoying the way her ass and pussy quivered and quaked around the other two cocks inside her. She didn't want it to end, but reality interrupted her life, and they all started pulling out of her.
"Aaawwww," she groaned, suddenly feeling all alone sitting on the dirty pavement. "Four down, and five to go." She said after a moment. The sexy super heroine gave the remaining hopefuls a sultry look. "You two want me to lick you clean before I continue with your friends?"
Of course they did. In seconds two sticky cocks were thrust in her face. She laughed and took both in hand, and started alternating licking, kissing, and sucking on them both, and even rubbed the cocks all over her beautiful masked face a number of times. After a few minutes both dicks were far cleaner than they were before she entered that alley, including their balls.
"Next!" she called, and laughed.
Except for the first wino, the Ms Patriot had taken care of mostly the younger bums. Well, none of them were that young, but now the oldest, grimiest bums remained. The next man to step up to the kneeling super heroine was even older looking than the first man, whose head was so bald and white she thought of a cue ball. He eagerly whipped out his cock for her approval and lips. It was so hard it had turned purple.
"Ugh," she cried, rocking back on her legs. "Stinky. No BJ for you. We can fuck."
Ms Patriot rolled to her back and the bum knelt between her knees. He immediately attacked her jiggling white melons with gusto, so she was forced to allow him to have his way with her body for a good ten minutes or more. Then the statuesque super heroine managed to guide him into her cunt. He did not let up sucking, nuzzling, and fondling her tits. Then a tall, skinny black guy knelt behind her, cocked her head way back, and pushed his ten inch cock half down her throat. She estimated both men were over seventy, but still virile enough to fuck the bejesus out of her.
"MMmmmmmm," she groaned as both men humped with gusto, and a set of sweaty black balls slapped her face.
"Look how much she's enjoying this," the man fucking her pussy said.
"Mmmmmm," she agreed.
"I may have to start saving some of my social security to pay for this whore sometimes," the black man said with a strained voice, pounding her hot, eager mouth with wild abandon.
The only things bigger than the black bum's cock were his balls. And those balls bounced off her face every time he thrust into her mouth. It took less than a minute for the two winos to bring her to climax. The two men took longer, pulling another three climaxes out of her before they were spent and pulled out.
The next guy wanted anal, and got it. She, of course, couldn't say no. And the last two wanted blow jobs. They got really mind blowing BJs, too. The whole session took over an hour, but she was well pleased with herself as the super heroine staggered out of that alley. Well, not completely happy.
"Great Freya, I'll never get the taste out of my mouth, or their stench out of my mind," she grumbled. Glancing up at the sun, she realized it was about noon now. "This has not been a good day."
# # #
"Oh, baby," Patriot Girl squealed in delight. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The black masked cat burglar started hammering her butt hole. Meanwhile, the French Maid redoubled her efforts on her clit. From the corner of her eye, she saw both cameras zoom in. Her stunning teenage body was afire, as it had been almost constantly since they started filming this porno five hours earlier. Sara Amanda was the French maid, and the director.
Patriot Girl was a porn star in the making. She already had a dozen porn videos on the internet that Sara said were selling like hotcakes, both as Patriot Girl and Lynda Lynns. One was of her live unmasking and public revealing.
Her true identity known, there was no reason for her to resist any more. They owned her. The sexy sidekick accepted her new life as hooker/porn actress/sex toy many hours earlier. There was nothing she could do but lay back and enjoy it.
For the thousandth time, she wondered where Ms Patriot was. Did some sexual deviant tame her and put her to work on the street? Was she working a brothel even now? Or did she just cut her losses (Patriot Girl) and go home?
I hope she was tamed and put to work hooking, Patriot Girl thought. She's a bigger suppressed whore than me. I can see that now. She deserves sexual satisfaction like this.
# # #
Ms Patriot was thrilled. The early morning citizens of Sugar Time weren't as aggressive and abusive towards her. They slinked away when she approached, and not a one called out a challenge, or worse, a sexually explicit request. She was halfway to King Pimp's brothel, The Palace, and making excellent time.
"Wow! Hello, Sunshine!" a scrawny little man called as he stepped out the door of a photography studio. The place was Phil's Glamour Studio, a place hookers, strippers, and other poor aspiring "actresses" went to get head shots and other photos for their portfolios. That was Phil. "What you doing up so early, Ms P? Or is it up late?"
"Late, Phil," she said. "No time to talk. Bye."
"Aw, come on, Ms Patriot. Give a working stiff a break. Pose for me."
Ms Patriot stopped in her tracks. She shook her head woefully, since it had been going so well for once. She'd thought she'd have Patriot Girl within the hour. That was now delayed.
"Okay, Phil. I'll pose for you this one time."
"Yes! I knew you'd break down and agree if I pestered you long enough," Phil said, eyes shining. "Come on inside."
Ms Patriot gnawed on her lower lip, worried this could easily digress into something bad. Phil was a notorious lecher and whoremonger. He might ask to do more than mere glamour shots. And she would be forced to agree.
Inside, she found one other person. A gorgeous Latina babe named Mona. Mona was hair and makeup. She touched up Ms Patriot's face and hair, and led her to the photo studio in back. Of course, Phil had a boudoir scene set up and waiting for her.
"Nice," she said, shaking her head. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Sweetheart, with those big baby blue bedroom eyes, you were born to pose in sexy boudoir scenes," Phil said, positioning her next to the bed, in a classic super heroine pose. One hand "accidentally" brushed her left tit. "Remember, doll, you are a tigress! Own your sexuality. Own the camera."
He started taking pictures. Phil showered her with sexually charged praise as he moved around, flashing picture after picture of her luscious body and face. Within a few minutes she got into it as well, striking sultry pose after sultry, steamy pose.
"Lose the top," he said casually.
Ms Patriot felt the tension in the room supercharge. Both Phil and Mona looked nervous, despite trying to act nonchalant. Ms Patriot felt her blood boil. She knew that oversexed dog would to this to her. Everyone wanted to degrade and defile Ms Patriot.
The super heroine felt a slight tremor in her hands as she slowly reached back and unzipped the legendary bustier top of her costume. She held the it in place with both hands while Phil eagerly continued to take pictures and Mona gawked at her, clearly aroused now. Then she slowly pulled it down and away, giving Phil incredible shots of the action.
"Oh," Mona groaned as Ms Patriot's tits jounced sexily before Phil's madly snapping camera.
It was all poor Mona could do to keep up with Phil, since she was in charge of ensuring a loaded camera was always ready. Phil was using four cameras to shoot her.
Phil spent five minutes taking pictures of Ms Patriot topless, doing a LOT of close ups of her tits and now erect nipples. She was moved atop the bed on all fours for another ten minutes of action shots. Then she did fifteen minutes of writhing on the bed.
"Okay, Ms P, my love tigress, ta
ke off your bottoms," Phil said. "Make it slow and sexy too."
"Yes, Master," she said without thought.
She actually ended up removing her bottoms five times, so Phil could shoot it from all angles and get really tight shots of her glistening pussy while she did it. Then it was three hours of Ms Patriot in bed, masturbating, fingering her pussy and ass hole, licking her own nipples. Then he brought out the sex toys, and she spent another two hours fucking herself with dildos and such, all the while Phil snapped away, taking thousands and thousands of pictures of her. Whenever she climaxed, and she climaxed a lot, his picture taking quadrupled. The man could snap pictures with machine gun intensity to capture arousing "action" shots.
"Mona, strip down to your high heels and join Ms P in bed," Phil said, confident now that Ms Patriot would not refuse him anything.
The luscious Latina didn't hesitate. She stripped off her white bustier top and red leather skirt in a heartbeat. Ms Patriot rose up on her knees on the edge of the bed and opened her arms wide to receive the beautiful Latina. Mona gave a well photographed sultry strut over to the waiting super heroine and they embraced on a titty squishing hug and deep, lingering lipstick kiss that left a burning impression on the sultry super heroine.
"Wow," Ms Patriot breathed.
"Kiss again," Phil said. "I need more pictures. Lead in with the tongue....yes, like that. Hold it!" Click, click, click for several minutes, different angles. "Okay, go."
"Mmmm," the women groaned.
Within seconds Ms Patriot found herself on her back, with Mona straddling her. The lovely Latina took her time kissing her way down Ms Patriot's face and neck, but then had a long field day playing with her titanic tits. She quickly brought the oversexed super heroine to climax just by licking, kissing, caressing, and otherwise fondling her admittedly spectacular tits. And she did it twice.
"Do it again, Mistress," Ms Patriot moaned. She was totally lost in that lesbian love fest. All of it was being caught on film, if not audio. "And again, and again, and again."