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"The
Perils of Patricia Savage"
( http://www.hotlegsinlove.com/AnnaXXX.htm )
Patricia Savage was the beautiful cousin of Doc Savage who had an
unquenchable thirst for excitement and adventure. Though Doc
strongly discouraged her from accompanying his group, she nevertheless
managed to sneak along and invariably get into serious trouble which
upset Doc's plans to apprehend the bad guys. Now they had to
rescue Pat.
What follows below is my version of what really happened to Pat (and
sometimes her female friend) when the evil criminals kidnapped
her. Many images are included with the text. These are NOT
FOR MINORS and are of a Forced-Sex
theme.
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is an EXTRACT from the complete book which is stored at
063XXX
- "The Motion Menace" (zipped-pdf).
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With
her free hand, Pat aimed a dig at the driver's little pop eyes.
He bleated and threw up his hands as if he had found a snake in
his lap.
Pat
reached for her big six-shooter. At
the same time, she twisted the whiskers with all her might.
She could feel some of them pulling out.
Then the curtain of unconsciousness
fell down on things …
The
bearded man from the other car hastily pocketed the gun with which he
had clubbed Pat.
"Can
you drive, General?" he asked.
"Yes,"
said the one whose eyes Pat had poked.
Both
cars went down the street in a hurry.
They did not, however, drive too fast.
That might have interested some of the military guards stationed
about this, the foreign quarter of the city.
“This
American wildcat needs to be tamed, don’t you think?” asked
the ‘General’. “I will
drive slow so that you may take your time.”
“As
you wish, Sir”, replied the bearded flunky.
 
He
pulled Pat’s long lithe body over his lap and started undoing the
buttons on her blouse. His
hands came to rest on Pat’s firm
34-D breasts (she wasn’t wearing a bra!).
He squeezed and caressed these almost in a scientific manner.
A finger traced along her bronze face and came to rest on her lips.
He noted that her pink lipstick was slightly staining
his fingertip as it parted her lips.
He
leaned down and placed his full lips over hers.
It was obvious that his tongue was exploring her mouth.
Then he seemed to double his efforts and his companion could hear
sucking noises as his mouth partially enclosed one of
Pat’s big breasts.
“Now,
now,” cautioned the ‘General’.
“We are to teach her a lesson.
Not to enjoy.”
“You
are correct as always, General.”
He
proceeded to unzip her skirt and pull it off her legs.
She had a 22-inch waist. And such legs! So long
and toned and bronzed!
Then his hand went underneath frail French bikini underwear and
began sliding these down her hips (at least as far as her garter belt
were permit). In spite of
the General’s orders, he couldn’t help but feel himself get
“excited”, a great bulge
starting to form in his crotch.
He
twisted sideways in the seat so that his body was parallel with hers.
He spread her velvety thighs on either side of his hips.
His hand reached down to unzip his pants.
With
some effort he managed to extract a huge hardened penis that seemed to be every bit of 12”. He abstractly
massaged it as his mouth went down toward one of her breasts …
 
“Now,
now,” again cautioned the ‘General’.
“Be objective. This
is a task, not a moment of pleasure.”
“Yes,
Sir.”
That
must have made him slightly angry
because he did not methodically guide his penis into Pat’s womb.
Rather
he rammed it in all at once! That
made even the ‘General’ <wince>.
He
grabbed Pat’s firm breasts to increase his leverage as he thrust into
her while sitting down. He
wondered if the ‘General’ would object.
But
he didn’t. So he sneaked
in some caressing squeezes here and there, eventually playing with her
nipples.
He
continued his invasion for nearly an hour.
It was almost in a military cadence, neither increasing nor
decreasing in motion.
 
He
finally allowed himself to expend his seed.
It erupted like a volcano!
He
could feel it worming its way through secret passageways in Pat’s
violated womb. The
‘General’ could see it was leaking
out her crotch.
 
“We
must keep as much of it inside
her as possible. Otherwise
the lesson will not be learned.”
“As
you wish, Sir.”
He
knew that the ‘General’ was referring to making her pregnant.
He tore a small piece from her blouse and plugged up the opening
in Pat’s exposed vagina. Then
he carefully replaced her panties and started to redress her.
 
[Knocked-Up Whore]
“Not
so fast. There is still one
more thing to be done,” the ‘General’ said.
He
was eyeing Pat's rounded soft-but-firm buttocks.
The 'General' was an "ass man".
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The
'General' found a secluded spot on the road.
He and the other dragged Pat’s prone semi-naked form out of the
car. 2 old men with great
flowing white beards were holding erect a tall bronze-haired
young woman. Both of them
took out angry-looking male organs.
While
the ‘General’ held her up from behind, the other started urinating
on Pat’s tummy. It
streamed down into her panties and flowed down her long legs leaving yellow
trails on her silk stockings before pooling inside her 5" high-heeled shoes.
When
he finished, they switched places.
But
the ‘General’ wanted her on her knees.
After the unconscious Pat was forced into this position, the
‘General’ started peeing into her face.
The yellow
liquid sometimes mixed with the pink of her lipstick to form a weird color.
It sprayed across her full defiant breasts.
The
‘General’ saved the last for her bronze
hair.
 
 
 
 
“Now
you can dress her. Be sure
to soak up some of the urine
with her blouse and skirt before you put them back on her.
We want her to feel a little humiliated when she wakes up.”
“As
you wish, Sir.”
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An
old man wearing some splendid insignia (obviously someone in high
authority) came in now. It
was the ‘General’.
“It
is obvious that the female has not learned her lesson.
She tries to escape at every chance and does not care how much
harm she inflicts. That
cannot be tolerated. Wake
her up!”
It
was some time before they could revive her.
Her nervous system had received quite a shock.
“Two
of you come here. One stand
in front of her and the other behind.
Some of you others can hold her hands out wide and keep her
ankles in place. Spread
her legs. But only the
slightest amount. And take
off her dress and undergarments!”
They
did as they were commanded. Pat
was regaining consciousness as her dress, brassiere, garter belt, and
nylons were removed. But
they let her keep her 5"
high-heel
pumps on. She
began swearing at them as her tall well-toned bronze
body was revealed in all its glory.
In her pursuit of Adventure with Doc Savage’s group, Pat had
unfortunately been raped and gang-banged many times.
So she was not technically a "virgin", her hymen having
been torn when she was barely out of her teenage years (see "Brand
of the Werewolf" #011XXX).
  
  
Still, she had some remarkable
ability for her body to heal itself.
In doing so, any vaginal or rectal passageways that had been
brutally stretched-out had quickly returned to their original tightness.
For all practical purposes as far as the pain and bleeding went,
she was still a "virgin".
Apparently
they had been through this “drill” before because the ‘General’
did not have to issue further instructions. They
were by now fully naked.
The
one in the back reached around and grabbed Pat’s full
breasts in both hands. Using
these, he pulled himself onto her backside.
The
one in front put his thighs around both of hers.
He reached around and grabbed the other man’s waist so as to
pull her as obscenely close to him as possible.
  
Both
of them had huge erections
by now. Both penises seemed
to be in excess of 12 inches. The
one in back was somewhat thinner. Which
was a good thing because it
suddenly forced its way up the entire length of Pat’s small rectum!
“Ooouuuccchhhh!!!
Damn You!” she cried.
 
At
the same time the man in front thrust
his thicker penis into Pat’s tender crotch.
  
“I’ll
kill both of you!”
she vowed.
But
they showed no emotion as they proceeded to have intercourse
and sodomization
with her in almost a military cadence.
Not too fast, not to slow so she would hate every second
of it the longer it went on. She
was held standing up on wobbly 5"
high-heels
as the assault continued.
 
And
it lasted for almost an hour!
Almost in unison above Pat’s squealing and groaning did they yell!
She
immediately felt a flood of something quite thick and smothering
in her vagina and anus.
She knew what it was.
The
bastards! The old perverted
bastards!
But
they didn’t remove their organs right away despite them becoming less
erect. They kept them inside
her for as long as they could almost as if making sure their vile semen would stay inside as long as possible before
eventually drying.
When
the last one finished, he rolled up Pat's frail bikini panties and
almost surgically inserted them into her cunt.
That would prevent any unnecessary leakage of their impregnating
sperm from her fertile womb.
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But
they weren't finished with her yet.
"In
case you ever wondered, we have recruited younger
males into our ranks," said the 'General'.
"We are preparing for the day when our cult will grow and be
established forever."
At
that point she noticed some older
teenage boys
enter. To her horror, they
were as naked as the
men!
"We
train these fine recruits to adopt our habits," the 'General' went
on. "As you will now
see."
To
the boys, he issued a command: "Impregnate her, men. She
will bear us many fine soldiers."
The
horny young boys were only too happy to obey.
They had been watching the men ravish the gorgeous woman.
They knew what to do. They
had been practicing on inflatable plastic dolls.
This was their very first live woman.
And she was so beautiful.
 
Pat
resigned herself to the unthinkable deeds to come.
She knew it was hopeless to resist.
"These little bastards!" she thought to herself.
"I hope they break
their peckers off!"
But
small chance of that. Adolescent
hormones were raging through them as they probed and explored every
inch of her naked body.
  
And some of them "cheated" with regard
to their penis size. To
cause their whore as much
discomfort as possible, they wore artificial
dildos strapped around their
waists, removing them only to ejaculate.
 
She
<winced> as she felt that sticky spurts
shooting up inside her like a machine-gun.
And then she had to
swallow some of it from another young rapist.
 
The
boys were free to use any of her bodily orifices.
And they did!!
Such
a beautiful woman giving herself up as a whore to the boys' first fuck ...
Even
the smallest boy was as much of a major league pervert
as his old mentors. He
emptied his young seed deep into the recesses of Pat's tight rectum.
And all she could do was wait for the next
one ...
She just wanted to get all of this over quickly.
So she lay there looking provocative like a whore-in-heat while another one came up to claim his
turn ...
“Now
you may clean yourself up, Madam,” the ‘General’ said.
“You smell like a common
street Whore. I trust
you have learned your lesson.”
Since
she had no "morning after" birth control pills, Pat
frantically searched for water so she could wash away as much of their semen from her womb before it did its evil
deed.
 
 
 
She
was sore. She was hurting.
She was totally naked as she limped away on fancy 5"
pumps
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Ky
Halloc said: "No, I'll explain fully …"
"Hold
it," Doc Savage said. "We've
got something more important to do first."
He
turned his head. "Hang
on, Monk."
"But
what … " The apish
chemist looked confused.
"We've
got to do something quickly," said
the Bronze
Man,
"or
we're going to be in a bad jam."
Very
shortly …
…
an innocent beauty falls to Perverted
Desires !
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The
chamber they finally reached was dark like a dungeon.
There were no lights, so pine-knot torches were lighted to give
light.
Glancing
about, Monk felt the hairs of his nape rise.
The chamber in which he was in stood a good chance of being soundproof.
The walls looked thick enough.
But
what had made his neck crawl was the collection of ancient torturing
devices in the room.
None
had been overlooked.
There were of course other rooms in the
penthouse. From one of these
came the muffled sobbing of a
female.
"Get those goddamn clothes off, you Bitch!"
yelled one angry old voice.
"Yeah," echoed another equally savage
one. "You got a helluva
Fucking to do!"
Of course she was shy and hesitant.
But that just earned her a "helping hand" from her
tormentors.
She was tormented the tried-and-true old
fashioned way. First
with some preliminary luvins ...
 
... followed by more brutal forcings ...
"Damn you, Whore!" one attacker spat at
her. "Is that any way
to treat your daddy?"
"This'll take some of that feistiness out of
you, I think," another cackled.
All the helpless pretty brunette could do was
groan and sob ...
 
Finally they stopped for just as long as to
prepare for their upcoming acts.
"Think you're warmed up enough yet, Slut?"
one cooed. "Guess
you're find out in the next couple hours."
"And remember!
No orgasms!" ordered another.
"It ain't good for us if it's too good for you."
And with that final uttering, they swarmed all
over her writhing body plunging in-and-out all her bodily orifices ...
 
 
 
The fuckings
and sodomizations would stop
for a while ...
... and then start up all over again!
The perverted bastards
were insatiable!
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In a Parallel Universe ...
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[Knocked-Up
Slut-Whore]
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The
smaller of the 2 riflemen collapsed.
The
other gunman whirled. But he
was not fast enough.
There was the impact of 2 giant forms colliding …
…
and the gunman went down. Doc
was upon him and his metallic
fingers got to the sensitive spinal nerve centers.
Doc had the victim over a shoulder and had faded
into the brush before anyone came out of the airship wreck.
Coming
up …
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Pat Savage's "Honeymoon" in Hell !
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Men
were moving about. They were
quiet, grim men and seemed to have something resembling a fanatical
determination on their faces. They
all wore the same rig. Gabardine
coats and white fur hats.
Some
of them had beards. The ones
with the beards seemed to be the leaders, although this was not always
the case.
Pat
Savage appeared around one of the rocks.
Her garments were quite disheveled.
She was bare-legged as she seemed to limp slightly on her pretty high-heeled
pumps.
She
was accompanied by Viscount Herschel Penroff whom Monk had not seen
lately and who must have hurried on ahead.
There were some other men.
It
was these other men who had assisted Penroff in gang-raping
the beautiful bronze-haired
female into submission and obedience.
  
Her
ordeal must have lasted several days.
She was walking somewhat bowlegged and seemed to be almost
oblivious to her surroundings. That
is the effect that repeated intrusions of many
angry penises
will have on a feisty female.
  
Even
those that participated in her humiliation did not know how much semen had been pumped
into her vagina …
  
 
 
Or
how much was dripping out of her pretty mouth
…
  
 
 
 
Or
how much was forced up into the tight recesses of her bowels.
  
Or
what artificial
devices
took the place of exhausted and spent penises ...
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When
their lustful torments ran out of passion, they let her lay there
looking like a used
whore.
And if she wasn't pregnant before, surely one of these bastards succeeded in
knocking her up now.
 
 
 
[9
months later …]
But Patricia Savage would recover from her sexual abuse. She had an unexplainable
remarkable ability to somehow heal herself.
Maybe it was the Savage bloodline.
It would only be a matter of weeks for her stretched-out vagina
and rectum to return to their original firmness.
She would be virgin-tight
again! But could she escape future
rapes and gang-bangs???
Pat Savage's next peril comes in #72 -
"The Yellow Cloud" :
 
 
 
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