changed. He claimed her lips in another fierce, commanding kiss. The kiss of a master, and she felt so profoundly owned at that moment. Ms Patriot crossed the threshold, and started that heady rush to climax.
"Tell me you love me."
"Please, no, master," she gasped out. Golden glory erupted deep in her lower belly, flowing down into her legs and up into her very core. Her very soul.
"Say it!"
"I love you!" she cried, intense waves flowing through her. Pulsing throughout her mind and body. "Aagghhhh! I love you, master! I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Aaggghhhhh!"
Chapter 11
Three weeks later, in front of Jade Manor…
Ms Patriot slowly stepped out of the big, black Chevy Tahoe. She paused to gaze upon the open front door of her former home. King Pimp watched her with amused eyes, the leash attached to the collar around her throat in his hand. Other than the black leather collar, she wore nothing but her full Ms Patriot costume. Unfortunately, after three weeks of fucking for profit, seven days a week, twenty hours a day, her power belt gave her nothing. It was reduced to just a sexy fashion accessory again. The shapely super heroine had forgotten what pent-up sexual frustration felt like.
"Are you ready, Ms Patriot?"
The driver pulled her hands back and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She felt her body change, a tingle start deep in her belly as her juices started flowing. She was already pretty aroused after spending the trip over to Jade Manor straddling her master's lap while he played with her tits and ass.
"Yes, master," she said, and rubbed her lips together.
Despite all of his assurances, Ms Patriot was a nervous wreck. How could she trust a pimp? Especially one that had used and abused her so thoroughly the past three weeks? And he hadn't just used and abused her body; King Pimp thoroughly dominated her. They had a plan to take Esmeralda down, but did King Pimp really plan to just let her go? Ms Patriot could not imagine he'd release her after spending so much time trying to brainwash her into being his permanent sex slave/whore. Maybe he expected her to want to remain his whore?
A very deep, dark part of her really did want to remain his sex slave whore, but the super heroine part of her psyche railed against the injustice, against his misogynistic subjugation of her mind, body, and emotions, against the enforced prostitution. It was humiliating to know how easily she had succumbed to him, and even more humiliating to know how eagerly she had sold her body for him, desperate to see approval and pleasure on his face when she handed him thick wads of cash.
The super heroine-turned-prostitute earned a lot of money, too. He was pimping her out at one thousand dollars a pop. She got ten thousand an hour for parties. And she'd gotten hired for a lot of parties hosted by mobsters and criminals, all eager to gangbang Ms Patriot unconscious. So Ms Patriot had earned between sixty thousand and one hundred thousand a day for King Pimp, and after three weeks, he'd become well over a million dollars richer. She'd overheard earlier that day that she was on track to earn two million a month, or twenty-four million dollars a year.
He'll never willingly let me go , she thought. I'll have to escape tonight, or I'll be his sex slave forever.
"Oh," she gasped, as King Pimp headed toward the front door. She was pulled along, forced to strut behind him. And he did require her to strut as sexily as possible.
The masked vigilante bit her full red lip as she was led through her former home. Esmeralda hadn't changed anything in the house itself. But now there were pimps, pushers, and other
"Tell me you love me."
"Please, no, master," she gasped out. Golden glory erupted deep in her lower belly, flowing down into her legs and up into her very core. Her very soul.
"Say it!"
"I love you!" she cried, intense waves flowing through her. Pulsing throughout her mind and body. "Aagghhhh! I love you, master! I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Aaggghhhhh!"
Chapter 11
Three weeks later, in front of Jade Manor…
Ms Patriot slowly stepped out of the big, black Chevy Tahoe. She paused to gaze upon the open front door of her former home. King Pimp watched her with amused eyes, the leash attached to the collar around her throat in his hand. Other than the black leather collar, she wore nothing but her full Ms Patriot costume. Unfortunately, after three weeks of fucking for profit, seven days a week, twenty hours a day, her power belt gave her nothing. It was reduced to just a sexy fashion accessory again. The shapely super heroine had forgotten what pent-up sexual frustration felt like.
"Are you ready, Ms Patriot?"
The driver pulled her hands back and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She felt her body change, a tingle start deep in her belly as her juices started flowing. She was already pretty aroused after spending the trip over to Jade Manor straddling her master's lap while he played with her tits and ass.
"Yes, master," she said, and rubbed her lips together.
Despite all of his assurances, Ms Patriot was a nervous wreck. How could she trust a pimp? Especially one that had used and abused her so thoroughly the past three weeks? And he hadn't just used and abused her body; King Pimp thoroughly dominated her. They had a plan to take Esmeralda down, but did King Pimp really plan to just let her go? Ms Patriot could not imagine he'd release her after spending so much time trying to brainwash her into being his permanent sex slave/whore. Maybe he expected her to want to remain his whore?
A very deep, dark part of her really did want to remain his sex slave whore, but the super heroine part of her psyche railed against the injustice, against his misogynistic subjugation of her mind, body, and emotions, against the enforced prostitution. It was humiliating to know how easily she had succumbed to him, and even more humiliating to know how eagerly she had sold her body for him, desperate to see approval and pleasure on his face when she handed him thick wads of cash.
The super heroine-turned-prostitute earned a lot of money, too. He was pimping her out at one thousand dollars a pop. She got ten thousand an hour for parties. And she'd gotten hired for a lot of parties hosted by mobsters and criminals, all eager to gangbang Ms Patriot unconscious. So Ms Patriot had earned between sixty thousand and one hundred thousand a day for King Pimp, and after three weeks, he'd become well over a million dollars richer. She'd overheard earlier that day that she was on track to earn two million a month, or twenty-four million dollars a year.
He'll never willingly let me go , she thought. I'll have to escape tonight, or I'll be his sex slave forever.
"Oh," she gasped, as King Pimp headed toward the front door. She was pulled along, forced to strut behind him. And he did require her to strut as sexily as possible.
The masked vigilante bit her full red lip as she was led through her former home. Esmeralda hadn't changed anything in the house itself. But now there were pimps, pushers, and other
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