Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 78) (Patreon)

Chapter 78

Around six, Sunday morning, Tyrone ordered everyone to get dressed. Uber Woman lay in a pool of cum on the floor, looking like a broken doll. Milo and Carlos dragged her into the small bathroom, dumped her in the tub, and turned on the cold water.

“Aaiiiee! You pigs!”

The two men forced the captured heroine to wash the cum, sweat, and grim off her shapely body. They refused her requests for hot water. So she obeyed, depowered and helpless to do otherwise. And, at that moment, there wasn’t anything she wanted more than to wash their filth off her body and out of her hair.

Tammy had to do her face and hair. Then she was presented to Tyrone for his approval. He looked her over, hands exploring her body just enough to get her panting again, body aroused, and butterflies in her belly. Her love juices started to flow again.

“I’ve had a lot of sexy fun with you, both as Tammy and as Uber Woman,” he taunted, going in for a kiss. She averted her face, eyes downcast. Silent. “Nothing? No biting retort? No sexy banter?”

“Fuck you,” she said. “Happy?”

THWACK!

That slap knocked her to the floor, left side of her face on fire. Hurt so bad. Tammy hated how much it stung when not empowered. Worse were the hot tears that flowed, unable to stop them.

“Actually, I do feel better now,” Tyrone said, grabbed her hair, and dragged the captured heroine to her bare feet. Then he shoved her at the bed. “Get dressed. Your new master wants to own Uber Woman, not Tammy Thomas.”

Her costume was laid out on the tousled bed. Her eyes locked on the tall stiletto heels of her boots. So she pulled on the left boot, stamping into it, and zipping it up. That left her a little unsteady on her feet, with one heel five inches higher than the other. Easy fix. Uber Woman pulled the right boot up her shapely leg, stamped down and settled into the tight comfort and security of the boot, and then zipped it up nice and snug around her leg up to mid-thigh. She noticed that all of the hidden pockets in both boots had been emptied. So her phone was gone.

Her eyes did a quick scan of the room, but no sign of the missing phone, or anything else removed from her boots. That meant one of the men had the phone. Or it was in the trash.

More importantly, she didn’t see her tiara.

“Why did you stop dressing?” Tyrone demanded.

“Because…” she looked up at him with big, sad eyes. “You hurt me tonight. Very badly.”

That made him smile, which made it easier.

“So I just want to return the favor.”

Uber Woman’s right foot came off the floor, she bent at the hip, leaned to one side and her knee came up really fast, and then she lashed out at Tyrone. Drove a sharp stiletto heel into his sternum. From the look of agony on his face, she was confident that she broke that bone.

Who needs super powers to fight a man when she has the power of stiletto heels?

That foot returned to the floor. Uber Woman spun, and drove her left stiletto heel into Tyrone’s ribs, breaking another bone. That’s when Punch cried out and charged her. She spun, ducked under Punch's right cross, and kicked straight up to drive her stiletto heel under his chin, penetrated the skin, and knifed up through his tongue and into his mouth.

“Aaaaiiieee!”

Other men reached for pistols. The depowered heroine felt a flash of panic, knowing she couldn’t fight armed men, so took off running. Out the motel, slamming the door after her. Bullets popped through that door seconds later, but she was at the top of the stairs by that time.

Down she went, heading for freedom. On the ground, she changed directions and raced toward the street. There were four SUVs in line in the parking lot. One man guarding them, who moved to block her escape. She surged into him, punching and kicking. Hitting him with all the power she could muster, and barely making an impact. He was too large and strong. Only the speed and fury of her attack saved her.

Uber Woman gave up the fight after tripping him, hearing the shouts of the other men approaching, she took off running into the night. She was three blocks away before she remembered that she was naked. Well, except for the boots. Not good, considering she was just blocks from Sugar Town.

“I’m naked and alone on the mean streets of this cold, cruel city,” she whispered. “I might’ve been better off as Toad’s slave.”