Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 70) (Patreon)

Chapter 70

The intersection was cordoned off, yellow crime scene tape everywhere. Tammy pushed through the crowd only to be stopped by the tape. Well, the uniformed cop standing there warned her against ducking under the tape.

“That’s my car,” she said, pointing at the smashed Mercedes Benz. “My friend and camera operator was driving it. I need to know if she is hurt.”

“Hold on,” Officer Jensen said. He went to retrieve a Sergeant. “This is Sergeant Kotter. This woman claims to be the car’s owner.”

“I’m Tammy Thomas,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah, I recognized you from TV,” Sergeant Kotter said, not looking happy. She remembered last summer’s big investigation into corruption in the Police and Fire Fighters Retirement Fund. A lot of cops went to jail resulting from that investigation. “Did you leave the scene after the wreck?”

“No. No, I told Officer Jensen that my friend, LaToya, was driving. She’s my camera operator, and was taking my car to pick up lunch for us.”

“We’re checking security cameras around the scene, and if we find you left the scene…”

“Oh, fuck off, dick,” she cried. “Check with God Almighty for all I care. I told you what I know, now tell me if LaToya is okay. All I care about is if anyone was hurt.”

He scowled at her. “Witnesses say multiple vehicles were involved, running the Mercedes off the road and then kidnapping the driver. Is LaToya a young black woman?”

“Yes! What do you mean she was kidnapped? Why would anyone do that?”

“Don’t know. You tell me,” he said. “You are the big-shot investigative reporter pissing off everyone in town, on both sides of the law. Who would target you?”

Tammy reeled back. “Me? You think they were after me?”

It all made sense. They went after HER car, thinking she was driving. LaToya was an innocent victim. But why did they snatch her up anyway? Surely they realized right off the black woman was not the platinum blonde reporter. It didn’t make sense. Well, except the part about someone targeting her.

Will they use LaToya as bait to lure me into a trap?

All she wanted to do was leave and suit up as Uber Woman. Then go out and look for LaToya. The cops had other ideas. She had to go with Sergeant Kotter to speak with detectives, and fill out reports and forms, and answer the same questions over and over ad nauseam. For hours before they finally released her.

Tammy called in an Uber to take her home. That always felt weird, Uber Woman in an Uber.

I should start using Lift.

She had the Uber drop her off a block from her building. She approached cautiously, looking for any kind of trap or ambush. She got inside without being snatched, and was soon in her condo. The busty heroine quickly suited up and rushed to the balcony. And hesitated.

It was so dangerous flying out in broad daylight. She usually took her costume and drove to a secure location during the day. And she would, if she still had a car. So Uber Woman flew out of her condo as fast as she could, swooping back and flying away in the blind of an eye. Anyone that saw her leave would have doubts about what they witnessed. At least she hoped.

“Now what?” she whispered, coming to a stop and hovering above the city. “Where do I look? I have no clues pointing me to anyone, and my alter ego has lots of people with grudges against her.”

She turned toward Sugar Town. She had three informants, all of which operated in and around that red light district. Uber Woman flew slowly over the district, scowling at the debauchery on parade. Even that early in the day hookers were plying their illicit trade, and countless men were eager to pay to play. Men wanting a nooner for lunch.

Oh, that’s interesting, she thought, coming to a stop above the House of Joy. Strange that four SUVs and a van are parked at the back door. Coincidence, or did I just discover who kidnapped LaToya?

It wasn’t a slam dunk, because Mistress Patriot’s security sometimes parked back there. Though, if there was a van involved it usually meant multiple slavegirls were being transported somewhere, probably back to Jade Manor. Word was she frequently sold slavegirls and bought new ones to keep the pussy fresh for her members. That would be classified as Human Trafficking, and get the DA something else to charge her with if they could prove it.

Spotting a homeless man at the far end of the alley, she dropped down to stand over him. Uber Woman estimated his age around mid-fifties. Long salt and pepper hair, and scraggly beard streaked with gray as well. The man looked pretty clean for being homeless. He sat back against the wall, a smile on his face, eyes closed. She suspected he’d just taken some drug. Maybe that would make him more open to discussion.

“Excuse me, sir.”

Nothing.

Uber Woman nudged his foot with the toe of her booted foot. “Sir?”

Still nothing. So she shifted to the side, and dug the toe of her boot into his ribs. “Sir?”

His eyes popped open, and he grabbed her ankle. Her boots were patent leather, so smooth as silk. She easily pulled out of his hand. Then she dropped into a squat beside him as he glared at her.

“I’m Uber Woman. Can I ask you some questions?”

“Can you?”

“Ah, it’s going to be like that? Okay.”

He looked at her tits, and then at her crotch, with her hot pink thong stretched so tight in that squat that her camel-toe was highly defined. He licked his lips as she rolled her eyes.

Men, she thought in exasperation. But at least his anger went away.

“Sir, were you down here when those vehicles arrived?”

He looked past her at the parked SUVs and van. No expression. Not giving anything away.

“Maybe. Why?”

“I’d like to know what time they came over here. Was it around noon?”

“You got pretty lips,” he said. “Suck my dick and I’ll tell you what I know.”

“Or I could just beat it out of you.”

He laughed. “You won’t. You are a super heroine, so are not evil,” he said. “You would not commit a crime even to save yourself. But since you threatened me, you have to kiss me, too, and then lick my balls clean.”

“You piece of shit.”

“Okay, it all changed again. Now you have to lay back on the ground, topless, and let me titty fuck those big beautiful titties.”

“I will not!”

“Then go away. It’s my nap time.”

He closed his eyes, a look of serenity spreading across his face. Uber Woman gawked at him a long moment, then glanced back at the parked vehicles. She had to know and he was the only possible witness. So with a groan and eye roll, she steeled herself for what she had to do.

“Fine. I’ll suck your rancid dick.”

Without opening his eyes, “Titty fuck.”

“Seriously? You’ll refuse a BJ from me?”

His eyes opened, looked at her lips, then her tits. “You could’ve gotten what I know for just a quick BJ, but you were a cunt about it. Now you have to kiss me with those pretty lips, then suck me until I’m hard, and finally let me titty fuck you.”

Uber Woman tried to negotiate a better deal. She offered him money. He declined, determined she paid exactly as he laid out. She finally gave up and removed her top.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The platinum blonde heroine unzipped the homeless man, pulled out his semi-erect cock, and frowned down at his dick as the stench of stale urine wafted up and enveloped her. He pulled her eyes back to his by tapping on her chin.

“Kiss first. No one is gonna want to kiss you after you suck that nasty thing.”

Her jaw dropped. At least he was being honest about how vile his genitals were. Shaking her head, she leaned over and kissed him. And kissed him again. They started making out, his hands all over her naked boobs. He proved remarkably gentle with her breasts, getting his pleasure out of the deal and allowing her to enjoy it as well. After a few minutes, he pushed her head down to his lap.

Uber Woman wrapped her lips around his crown, the stench gagging her. She sucked and licked the layer of nasty off his dick head, before pulling off to lick up and down and all around his shaft. Licked that cock clean, before he made her do the same to his nutsack. Now the homeless man’s scrotum was NASTY. She gagged more than once. But she licked it clean to his satisfaction, before she was allowed to lay back on the cold concrete.

The homeless man straddled the beautiful heroine, who lay there mind in chaos. An incredulous look spread across her white masked face when he plopped his erection down between her tits. Then he grabbed her boobs, squeezed and caressed them a moment, before squashing them together around his cock. And the titty fucking commenced.

The top tier super heroine lay there, head rocking as she tried to deal with all the emotions welling up. Humiliation. Shame. Anger. Desperation. And fear for her protégé. The homeless man towered over her, staring down at her with wicked glee as he thrust and thrust up between her pillowy tits.

She looked down to watch his cock head pop out between her tits over and over and over. Her cleavage felt so wet and slimy as his arousal peaked. Until he thrust up and hot cum shot out all over her face, neck and chest. It got in her hair, in her left eye, up her nose. Worse than expected.

“Ha ha! I’ve wanted to do that to a super heroine for thirty years!” He grabbed her hair and cleaned the cum off his cock. Then he stood, tucked, and zipped up. “Thanks, super babe.”

“Yeah. Right. You’re welcome,” she groused, hating the feel of cum cooling on her skin. “Now talk.”

He shrugged, and then grinned down at her. Gave her a little eye wag.

“I got here five minutes before you, and those trucks were already down there.”

“Son of a bitch!” she cried. “You are… Ooooh, I’m so pissed right now!”

The homeless man barked a laugh as he raced away. She jumped to her feet, and almost took off after him. But she caught herself, got control of her raging emotions and anger, and removed a glove. She scooped as much of the cum off, and then cleaned her hand, face, and the rest with her gloves. After tossing the soiled gloves in a trash dumpster, Uber Woman gave the back of the House of Joy a scowl, and flew away.

“I’ll be back!”