Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 76) (Patreon)

Chapter 76

Grimme City, Sugar Town, Tuesday night…

Uber Woman skimmed over the rooftops of that debased district, rising and falling in altitude as she flew past the turn of the century structures, some over a hundred and fifty years old, in fact. Many abandoned, condemned, and very dangerous in many ways.

Below the neon-lit debauchery of a red light district ruled. The sidewalks and streets were packed with men on the hunt for pussy and/or drugs. They outnumbered the streetwalkers ten to one, but those hard working women were more than up for the job.

The busty super heroine in white and pink landed on the corner of a six-story brothel, paused to look up and down the two crossroads. Hearing a noise, she strode over to the other corner overlooking the alley. There, below, two couples were fucking just twenty feet apart. It was too dark to determine race or hair color, just dark shapes doing very familiar movements together. One was doing it missionary deep in the alley, the other the man banging her up against the wall like the redneck mother immortalized in song.

She shook her head, bit her lip, and lifted up. Uber Woman flew across the street, dropping down into another alley to check it out from end to end. Then it was the next alley, and the next.

“Bingo,” she muttered, eyes brightening.

The drug dealer she was looking for stood at the end of the alley. Just standing there smoking a cigarette and sipping a bottle of beer. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Mongo was tall, slim, with long blonde hair and looking like a hippie from 1970. His beard was a darker shade of blonde. As if stuck in that era, the pusher wore tight, faded jeans and a flowery button down shirt open down to his belly.

The man would do anything for money, though mostly he peddled pot to hookers and pimps.

She gave a little whistle. His head half-turned, acknowledging that he’d heard her. So the busty blonde dropped to the ground dead center in the alley. Mongo finished his beer, taking his sweet time. Finally, she saw him toss the bottle into a nearby pile of trash, turn, and mosey on into the darkness behind him like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Good evening, Morris,” she said.

He stopped three feet before her, cocked his head, and looked her up and down. Twice.

“Evening, Miss Thomas,” he drawled.

The super heroine reeled back a step.

“What?”

He grinned. “You don’t like it either, do you?”

“Like what?”

“Being called by your real name,” he said. “You know my name is Mongo. Or would you prefer I call you Tammy?”

How did he know? Of course, he was a street informant. It was his job to find out information like that, and sell it to any and all interested parties. Sell her out to her enemies, just like he sold out pimps and pushers to her and other super heroines.

“I-I don’t know why you’d call me by that name.”

He grinned, took another drag on his cigarette, and dropped the butt on the ground. Mongo stepped on it, grinding it to kill the fire. Then he blew the smoke in her face.

“You’ve been outed,” he said. “Didn’t you know?”

She didn’t, but suspected it was coming. Mistress Patriot obviously knew her secret identity since she sent Tyrone after her. Life sucked.

“B-Believe what you want to believe,” she said, pulling herself together. “But just know Tammy Thomas is a good woman, and you could destroy her life by telling that lie to the wrong person.”

He smirked and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, what can I do you for?”

Uber Woman didn’t like the cavalier way he acted toward her alter ego. Her throat tightened, heart hammered.

Good thing I am already in hiding.

“That’s not why I’m here, Mongo,” she said. “My sidekick is missing.”

“I know,” he said. He leaned toward her, wagged his brows, “And I know where she is right now.”

“Tell me!”

“Na, girl, you know I don’t talk for free,” he said, holding his hand out and rubbing his thumb and finger together. “Pay the man. You know the price.”

“I don’t have any money.”

It was his turn to reel back. “What do you mean, no money.” He pointed at her left thigh. “Just reach into that pretty little boot and pull out the cash you keep there. Or give me a gift card like last time.”

She averted her eyes. “I’m afraid I’m kind of tapped out at the moment.”

Being on the lam was expensive for a young woman who was trying to avoid being used and abused by bad men. She’d run out of money, and wasn’t scheduled to be paid for another week. If the station hasn’t already terminated her for unexcused absence.

Mongo just looked confused. She’d always paid him right off before. Back before Ms Patriot fell to Mistress Tabitha, Jennifer Jade provided cash and gift cards to all of the super heroines to pay for any expenses they had being masked vigilantes — costumes and even vehicles, including money to pay informants. Now, Uber Woman was on her own and not doing so well.

“Can’t this one be on the house?” she asked. “I’ve been a good customer for the last six years.”

The informant frowned at her. Yeah, he was poor, too. Money was important. But then his eyes dropped to her chest. Uber Woman’s breath caught. Oh, she knew where that was about to go. Her face heated up as she struggled to get her breathing under control.

“I don’t know. A man has, um, needs,” he whispered, more to himself that to her.

She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. I’ve done worse.

Uber Woman reached back and unfastened her strapless top. His eyes widened and jaw dropped when it fell off her tits and dropped to the ground.

“You really want to pay like a hooker?” he asked. “Okay.”

Before she could reply, Mongo pushed her back against the wall, grabbed her tits with both hands, and claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. Her pink opera gloved arms flew wide, pressed back against the wall, hands up like she was being robbed. Uber Woman’s mind shut down for a moment, allowing him to have his way with her tits and lips.

She finally got her wits back, while moaning and groaning, writhing back against that cold brick wall. His hands were everywhere — boobs, sliding down her sides to her hips, between her legs, up into her hair, and Mongo even stopped kissing her once to trace her lips with a finger. Just bizarre.

“Where is Uber Girl?”

He kissed her again, forcing her mouth open so he could explore with his tongue. Her eyes widened again, then rolled up. She had lost control of the situation and had to get it back, but without pissing him off so that he refused to help her.

“Mongo?”

“Pay first, girl,” he growled. “Kneel.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve decided on the payment,” he said.

“You want me to suck you off?”

“Na, girl. I want to titty fuck you,” he said, staring down at her naked tits. “I’ve wanted to titty fuck you since the first time I saw you on TV.”

“Can’t I just suck your dick? I think I’d rather do that.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would,” he laughed. “But I’m the one with the power this time. If you want me to tell you where Uber Girl is right now, then you have to titty fuck me right now.”

“You’re a pig.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he laughed. “Kneel or go away. I don’t need you cock teasing me.”

Some men started arguing at the end of the alley. No one entered the alley, but it still added pressure she didn’t need or appreciate. She had to seal the deal and go rescue LaToya.

Uber Woman dropped to her knees. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

She unzipped his jeans. Pulled his limp cock out. The stale urine stench was epic, and more than a little nauseating. And then she frowned up at him, hand around his limp cock and squeezing.

“Do you even want me?”

“I do, but I also want you to fluff me up,” he said, grinning.

“I thought all… Never mind.”

The hapless heroine, mind reeling, gathered herself, and then started licking. She started by tickling his pisshole with the tip of her tongue, and then kissed it before she licked it all the way down to the base, feeling it finally twitch in response. Better. So she licked and sucked on his hairy, sweaty balls. Yeah, that was even nastier. But his dick began to rise.

Mongo grabbed the back of her head and ground his balls into her masked face.

“Look at me, tea-bagging Uber Woman.”

She almost called him a pig again, but stopped herself. He seemed to like it. So instead she wrapped her full, pink lips around his crown and gave him intense head. That did the trick, his cock got big and hard fast. So she could finally pull off and grab her tits in both hands.

“Let’s do this,” she said, rising all the way up on her knees and wrapping her pillowy tits around his cock. “How’s that feel, Mongo?”

“Feels right, Uber Woman,” he whispered, staring down at her tits as he stroked his dick with them.

His cock head popped out of her cleavage over and over. The embarrassed heroine stared up at his face, looking so blissful and happy.

“Oh. Oh,” he gasped. “Look.”

She looked down as his dickhead slide up out between her tits as he was ejaculating. Hit her right across her left eye. Then another shot splatted across her right nose and lips. The last ejaculation got her in the neck.

“Oh, man, that was better than I thought it’d be,” Mongo gasped out. “Fuck yes.”

“Great. Glad one of us is happy,” she muttered.

Uber Woman pulled off a glove, and used her fingers to lathe the cum off first her face, then her neck. She flung it off to the side, before she licked and sucked her fingers clean. Not what she wanted, but it was the only way to clean her hand. Then she pulled the glove back on as she stood. After putting her top back on, she struck a pose before Mongo.

“Could you get completely naked, and they slow dress in front of me?”

“No,” she said. “We had a deal. I paid with sex. Now, tell me, where is Uber Girl?”

“You’re in luck, Uber Babe,” he said, leering at her now. All pretense to respect was gone. “I might be the only one to have figured it out.”

“I’ll praise your genius after you tell me where to find my protégé.”

“House of Joy,” he said.

“Mistress Patriot has her?” she asked, horrified.

“Not anymore. Didn’t you hear?”

“No, what happened?”

“Mistress Patriot took her captured heroines and raided Toad’s Dollhouse this past weekend. But he captured her and her girls instead,” Mongo said. “Now Mistress Patriot is back to being slavegirl Ms Patriot, and both the Dollhouse and House of Joy now belong to Toad. He owns every single super heroine but you.”

“No!”

“I’m afraid so,” he said. “You are the last super heroine standing, Uber Woman.”