Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

Chapter 15

“Are you crazy? We barely escaped,” Britannia cried. “I’m still handcuffed, and you’re naked.”

“Exactly,” she said. “They know my secret identity. I absolutely have to go back and stop them before they reveal my secret to the world.”

“They are still going to do it,” Britannia said. “They’ll tell the police and their lawyers who you are just to spite you.”

“Not if we call my vampire friend over,” she said. “Solitaire can make them forget their own names if she wants. Her magic is very powerful.”

“What? You know a vampire?”

That made her think of Vanity, along with Opal and Scream Queen. Chekov knew their fates, knew who bought them. Knew their current locations. If Ms Patriot’s vampire could make those men forget her secret identity, then the vamp could make Chekov tell her where to find her friends. So she could get the information needed to go rescue them.

“Fine, but first you have to get these handcuffs off.”

“Not a problem, I keep a handcuff key in a secret pocket inside my right boot.”

Britannia landed atop a nearby convenience store. The other heroine dug out the key and promptly removed the handcuffs. Then she wrapped the golden power belt around her waist.

“Oooooh, thank you so much for grabbing my Object of Power,” Ms Patriot purred. “Feels so good. Unfortunately, I don’t have any pent up frustrations, so I might not be as helpful in the coming fight as I want. I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll do fine. I’ve seen how you fight,” she said. “Mount up. We’re going back in.”

With Ms Patriot’s naked body piggybacked, Britannia flew up and straight back to the house. They streaked through the shattered open window and up to the top of the stairs. Two slavers were just coming up in a rush. Ms Patriot jumped off and crashed into one of them, both tumbling down the stairs. Britannia spun in midair and slammed a booted foot into the other man’s head. He was down for the count.

Flying down to the basement, she found Ms Patriot straddling the slaver and pounding fists into his face. The others were gawking at them.

“Surprise,” Britannia said, flashing a big smile. “We’re back for round two.”

“Grab them!” Chekov commanded.

Ms Patriot charged them first. Britannia understood her desperation. It was do or die for her heroine career. She was doomed one way or the other if they failed to capture the Russian slavers. Britannia realized then and there it was the same for her. Either she triumphed and got the information to save her sisters from sex slavery, or she failed and joined them in ignoble sexual servitude forever.

Following her friend, she watched Ms Patriot kick and punch her way through the men toward Chekov, the head of the snake. But it was painfully obvious she was no longer super-powered, because none of the men she struck went down. At best, she knocked them back a step.

Fortunately, Britannia retained most of her super powers. Not full strength, but still much stronger and faster than those wicked men. She followed in Ms Patriot’s wake, finishing off the slavers. The others converged on the two heroines, showing no respect for their strength and reputations. Just arrogant men too used to dominating weaker women. Men that took what they wanted from women, while only giving pain, misery, and humiliation in return.

The Grimme City heroine reached the boss man, who clocked her with a right cross. That spun the busty heroine completely around so that Britannia saw her dazed eyes. Ms Patriot was out of the fight unless she stepped in and gave her time to recover. So the blonde lifted up and flew straight into Chekov before he delivered the final blow to Ms Patriot.

“No!” she screamed, spinning into a flying roundhouse to his face.

That super-powered kick made Chekov completely flip over and hit the floor face down. She dropped to the floor, straddling her friend, kicking and punching left and right to keep the bad guys at bay while Ms Patriot shook it off. She proved her super heroine meddle by doing so quickly.

“I’m back,” Ms Patriot said, rising to her feet and into a fighting stance. “Let’s put paid on their asses!”

While she’d never heard that expression, she figured it out. Britannia turned away from Ms Patriot. They fought back to back, until the slavers started piling up around them. Then the blonde grabbed her comrade in crimefighting and flew her out of the press. They dropped back down in front of the stairs.

“No escaping for you boys,” Ms Patriot sneered.

The twelve men still standing charged them with grim, determined expressions. The two heroines stood side-by-side and slowly advanced. Men fell and stayed down to their left and right. They had to step over others. But one after another fell before their righteous onslaught.

“Annnnnd… Stay down,” Britannia cried, delivering an uppercut to Mikhail’s chin.

Ms Patriot bent over, hands on knees, huffing and puffing. “Not a second too soon. I’m exhausted.”

Panting furiously, trying to act strong and unfazed, Britannia nodded. “Me, too. I think I used up the very last of my solar charge with that last punch.”

Ms Patriot stood tall, looked around and smiled. “My costume!” She pulled a bundle of zip-ties out of her left boot, handing it to Britannia. “If you’ll start binding these men with zip-ties, I’ll call my vampire friend and get dressed.”

“Brilliant. It feels good when the good guys win.”

Britannia moved from unconscious man to unconscious man, binding their wrists behind their backs. She ran out of zip-ties before men to bind, so searched their bodies and discovered most carried handcuffs, so she started using their own tools of the trade against them.

Ms Patriot joined her just as she got to the last of the men, already back in her full costume.

“Is the vampire coming?”

“No. There was no answer, so she must be in her coffin sleeping the day away,” she said. “That means we’ll have to keep these men here until nightfall.”

“Oh, that’ll make things sketchy come trial time,” she said.

Ms Patriot shrugged. “I know, but super heroines are given a lot of leeway in this country. I’ll just testify that I had to do it to ensure the secrecy of my real name.”

“That works?”

“So far,” she said. “No one really knows what juries will do.”

They stood straight and looked around. Two men remained unsecured. One was Chekov, the other Konstantin who was laying across the boss man’s legs. They went over, smirks on their lovely faces, and paused to regard that most vile and evil man.

“I won’t feel safe until that man is safely behind bars,” Britannia said. “Did I tell you that the only reason he kept me so long was to impregnate me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. He wants to get a super baby girl off me to raise and train to be his loyal minion.”

Ms Patriot grabbed Konstantin’s ankles and pulled him off Chekov. He lay face up, eyes rolled up in his head. Chekov lay on his back, out cold.

“That’s so sick.” She held up handcuffs. “I’ll secure this dirtbag if you do the honors with your would-be baby-daddy.”

“An honor, indeed.”

The heroines dropped to one knee beside the slavers. Ms Patriot grabbed Konstantin’s far shoulder, and started to roll him over facedown.

“Ha!” Chekov cried, surging up as he swung a brutal punch to Britannia’s face.

She went flying back, head spinning. Ms Patriot gasped, turning to help her, but Konstantin sprang up and wrapped an arm around her neck. He squeezed, cutting off the blood to her brain. The beautiful heroine quickly slumped unconscious.

Britannia stared at them in horror. Ms Patriot down and out? And then both Chekov and Konstantin pounced on her. She tried to scramble to her feet, but Konstantin wrapped up her knees. Chekov punched her in the throat, before slapping a hand over her mouth. Then with a grin, he moved both hands to her throat and pressed his thumbs in hard. That cut off the blood to her brain, and Britannia could only make a rattling sound as the lights went out.