Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 67) (Patreon)

Chapter 67

“So embarrassing,” Tammy said as they entered her luxury condo. “I’m so sorry I allowed us, allowed you, to do that with Tyrone. And all for nothing.”

“Don’t worry about it,” LaToya laughed. “Believe me, I’ve done worse.”

The platinum blonde slanted a concerned look back at the twenty year old. Was she that cavalier about sex when she was that age? Honestly, yes. But now, at twenty-seven, she felt so much more mature. She saw what happened with the experience of seven long, hard years as a heroine.

Twenty-seven in heroine years is like thirty-seven for a normal woman, Tammy thought.

While LaToya headed for the spare bedroom, Tammy locked and bolted the front door. She lived on the top floor of that ten-story luxury condo building. She chose that condo because the building’s exterior was so poorly lit up at night. That allowed her to easily go to and fro unseen from either of her two balconies.

“I think he was about to confess something important when he got that damned call from Mistress Patriot,” Tammy said. “Dammit. So close, and we went too far with him, all for nothing.”

“Well, not for nothing,” LaToya purred. “I rather enjoyed myself.”

Tammy rolled her eyes. “Oh my Goddess. You can be so extra sometimes.”

“I don’t think you understand what being extra means.”

They laughed as LaToya led the way to the spare bedroom.

The bedroom was large for a spare, with hardwood floors and a desk. It was also Tammy’s home office, and had the computers she and her sidekick used to fight crime as well. Nothing betrayed the owner’s side hustle as a celebrated super heroine.

LaToya used her phone to activate the hidden closet. What looked like a Murphy bed swung opened into two small closets, a vanity in the middle. The left side was Uber Woman’s costumes, the right Uber Girl’s. The sidekick had a spare costume and Object of Power she kept hidden at home, too.

They quickly stripped and pulled on their two-piece white and pink suits. Then LaToya used the vanity to put on her mask, while Tammy pulled on her white patent thigh boots. Then Tammy claimed the vanity to put on her white mask, while LaToya booted up, and pulled on opera gloves.

The two masked beauties paused to smile at each other, before reaching out and picking up their silver tiaras. Tammy caressed the pink stone on her tiara. It was the enchanted part of her Object of Power. Then, biting her lip, she put the tiara on. It fit perfectly above her mask, their curves so precise it almost looked like a one piece combination mask and tiara.

“I am Uber Woman!” she declared as the erotic magic surged through her body. Her back bowed slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her pink lips. “Ooooo.”

“I am Uber Girl,” LaToya said as she put her tiara on. A look of startled bliss spread across the beautiful black woman’s face. Her eyes fluttered closed as the talisman’s magic flowed through her shapely body. “I love that so much. It’s super heroine bliss.”

“Oooh,” Uber Woman cried, flinching. “Don’t mention Bliss. Don’t jinx us.”

They giggled, mostly because their bodies were all hot and tingly. It sometimes took a moment to recover. All the amazing sex they had with Tyrone didn’t help.

“Let’s go over to Sugar Town and check out the House of Joy.”

Uber Girl frowned. “House of Joy? We’ve surveilled that place a thousand times. What do you expect to find tonight?”

“We’re going to be Peeking Toms,” she said, wagging her brows. “And look inside all the sex room windows upstairs.”

“Ew. All we’ll see is nasty BDSM sex going on. Why do we want to do that?”

“We don’t but that’s how we can at the very least discover which rooms belong to captured super heroines,” Uber Woman said, leading the way out of the room. “What I really want to see is if Silver Angel, Ninja Girl, Shewolf, or Omega Girl is in one of the rooms.”

“Sounds very un-fun.”

“It’s necessary,” she said, stepping out onto the dark balcony. “Turn off the lights.”

That plunged them into darkness. Uber Woman’s body tingled as she looked out and around. Another night out to mete justice. Another night out protecting the innocent.

The busty duo struck classic heroine poses without thought as they looked out over the city. Tammy’s condo building sat atop one of the highest hills in Uptown, with a splendid view of the river and downtown beyond. The city was lit up like a Christmas tree, just so beautiful.

“Honestly, though, what I really want to do is catch Tyrone, or another employee, out back in the alley on a smoke break,” she said. “I think Uber Woman and Uber Girl can get more information out of them than our alter egos.”

“How do you figure that?”

She wagged her brows, “Oh, did I forget to mention I want to snatch them up, lift them high above the city, and then question them with maybe a little threat of just dropping them?”

“Goddess help me! That is so illegal.”

“Is it, though? Really?”

She left the balcony door unlocked, and together they lifted up and flew straight out at super speed to help avoid detection. Uber Woman pulled slightly ahead as she turned toward Sugar Town. From the night sky that red light district was the easiest to spot. It was by far the brightest lit up district in the city.

The brightly clad heroines flew swiftly through the night sky, while looking down and around. While they were on a mission, they still needed to keep an eye out for other crimes. Protecting the citizens of the city from any and all crime was their first priority.

Reaching Sugar Town, they remained high above and out of sight as they closed on the House of Joy. All of the windows upstairs were lit. Glowing red, in fact. They dropped down into the alley behind the BDSM sex club, hovering outside a second floor window. Looking inside, Uber Woman saw a beautiful blonde hogtied on the bed, while an elderly man reamed out her butt. Both heroines flinched back throwing out their hands in a warding gesture.

“I didn’t need to see that,” Uber Girl gasped. “She’s not a heroine, so let’s go.”

The heroines discovered the vast majority of the windows had the curtains closed, so they couldn’t see anything inside. They didn’t bother to test to see if any windows would open, since steel bars kept them out and the girls inside. The next window with drawn curtains had two women. Both brunettes. One was dressed in all red leather, while an unnamed slavegirl licked her boots. Oh yeah, the slavegirl was bound hands and feet and wore a blindfold.

“Do you know, or even understand, why men and women enjoy this whole BDSM thing?” Uber Girl asked. “It just seems so bizarre. Like, what pleasure does that woman in red get from having a helpless woman lick her boots?”

Uber Woman opened her mouth, paused, and snapped it closed. “Good question. I’ve never really considered it before.” She shrugged. “While the BDSM kink doesn’t rock my boat, I kind of understand it. I get tingly hot when shopping for sexy shoes. And, don’t judge me, but the few times I’ve been captured and forced to lick some other woman’s sexy footwear… I kinda enjoyed it.”

“Okay. Too much information. Sorry I asked.”

They giggled, though Uber Girl shook her head in amazement.

"What the…!” Uber Woman cried when something whizzed between them from above.

The object splattered on the concrete below. They stared down at it, then as one looked up to find four men looking down at them from the roof. One of them lifted something round and red in his hand, prepared to throw it down at them. Uber Woman instantly recognized it.

“Bliss balloon!”

Both heroines flew straight back across the alley half a second before the balloon was hurled straight down. They slammed into the wall in their urgency, and a second later a balloon splattered against the wall above them.

“Hold your breath!” she cried, and took off flying through Bliss raining down over them.

The super heroine duo flew up, past the House of Bliss workers, and vanished into the night sky in a flash. Within fifteen to twenty seconds they couldn’t hold their breath anymore and released.

“Keep flying fast,” Uber Woman shouted. “That should keep the fumes from being inhaled.”

That insidious aphrodisiac evaporated super fast. While she felt it wet on her shoulders, chest, bare belly, and thighs the platinum blonde heroine also felt it dry quickly. Then just to be sure, she took her time flying home with her protégé.

“That was close,” Uber Girl said as they came in for a landing on the balcony they’d departed from not so long ago. “That kind of freaked me out.”

“Me, too,” Uber Woman said. “So I think we should call it a night. And take long hot showers to wash away any residue.”

Uber Woman used the app on her phone to open their super heroine dressing station. First thing, she removed her mask. Then took off the tiara. Her super powers immediately faded away.

“I am Tammy!”

Turning away from her protégé, Tammy looked into the mirror as she pulled off the pink opera gloves. Then she fluffed her massive platinum mane. It felt just a tad damp. Sweat? No… BLISS!

“Oooooh,” LaToya sighed behind her. “Aaaagggh!”

Tammy whirled around, a look of horror on her lovely face. Her sidekick was bent over clutching her pussy, a look of sexual bliss on her still masked face. And then the scent of roses filled the heroine’s nostrils. Her insides instantly melted, followed quickly by an explosive climax.

“Aaaaaggh!” she cried, insides throbbing with wonderfulness. “Ooooooooo.”

LaToya’s eyes fluttered open. Brown eyes bore into blue. Two sets of glossy pink lips parted. Without thought, compelled by deep, overwhelming need and desire, the two beauties moved into each other’s eager arms. Heads tilted, and their full lips slowly melted together in a sensual lipstick kiss.

“Mmmmgh,” they moaned as one.

Tammy broke free of her lips, kissing around to LaToya’s ear. Nose deep in the twenty-year-olds hair as she kissed and nibbled, the blonde sucked in more rose-sweet Bliss. Her body shuttered, and climaxed again. LaToya climaxed again. And then the two heroines’ minds cleared and they went at each other like bunnies in heat.

Kissing her way down the black woman’s neck, Tammy then smothered her tits with kisses. LaToya shifted her weight, and bore Tammy to the floor. On top, the sidekick quickly got between her mentor’s long, shapely legs and began to scissor her. They gasped, tiny animal sounds of pleasure bubbling out as they ground their pussies together.

“Oh baby, baby, baby,” LaToya moaned. “Make love to me all night long.”

“I love you so much,” Tammy gasped out.

Tears welled up and the two women came together to kiss and make out again. While the Bliss evaporated from their hair, filling the room with rose scented Bliss. It didn’t last long. But their lovemaking just moved to the primary bedroom, and Tammy’s king-sized bed. Their passion remained intense until the wee hours of the night.