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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 12

Tuesday proved most satisfying, what with all the chatter on the media and web. Nothing but praise for Ms Patriot’s daring, solo drug bust. Ninety million dollars in cocaine and heroin were seized, along with an untold amount of hard cash. The police were still counting it, in fact. Yeah, it was that much.

Wednesday found her taking lots of very private calls from other super heroines, congratulating her. She detected just a hint of envy from Silver Angel and Uber Woman, and regret from Tanika “Purple Avenger” Grayson, who had been tied up in a big afterhours meeting with the Feds. They all regretted not being available to take her call.

Jennifer felt great all day at work Thursday as well. Her body and mind were fully recovered, at last, from that last Sambino Family weekend party in her pussy (and every other orifice). Yet, she was already feeling the tension building by the end of the day. One more day and night of freedom, and then she expected Erica to claim her anew Friday night.

Thoughts of how Erica claimed her with all that hot lesbian sex the previous Friday – before turning Jennifer over to her horny, insatiable men – filled her head. Those thoughts proved quite distracting as her long workday stretched into early evening. It proved so bad, all she could think about was a good long soak in a hot bubble bath.

Maybe a cold shower first.

She found the front gates of Jade Manor open. So Jennifer proceeded more slowly. To her horror, she spotted Erica’s Land Rover parked in the circular drive out front, almost hidden in the darkness. A Sambino thug directed her away from her garage, forcing Jennifer to park behind the Land Rover in the circular drive. Dino was waiting right outside, and opened her Maybach’s door without prompting.

The big mob thug offered his hand out of the car, and then pushed her back against the window of that same car. She tried to protest, but he kissed her, long and deep. He left the billionaire babe breathless and confused. She wore a very tight designer dress, with a beautiful black, gray, and white print. Not a hint of cleavage exposed, and the skirt dropped to just above her knees. Still, it accentuated every dangerous curve of her amazing body, especially her hips and breasts. She really liked the way the skirt was stretched across her thighs even when her legs were together.

“I don’t understand,” she stammered, rubbing her burning lips together.

Dino nuzzled her neck, breathing in her expensive perfume. One hand began squeezing her butt, while the other fondled her tits.

“Boss Sambino is waiting for you in the Great Room,” he said. He claimed her lips again. It all left her mind reeling. “You better hurry, Jenny girl. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting. She might spank your sweet ass.”

He surprised her by shoving her roughly towards the door, and then slapping her butt with an open hand. Very hard.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee!” she cried, jumping up and clutching her stinging butt. “I’m going!”

Jennifer stumbled in her rush, almost falling off her five-inch black stiletto pumps. She quickly regained control of her body, but not her mind. Erica was a day early. Jennifer had thought she had another twenty-four hours to prepare herself. Was Erica going to force her to take Friday off every week, just so they could use and abuse her body an extra day?

I’m starting to hate even the idea of three day weekends.

She paused just inside the door to open her purse. Jennifer quickly checked her hair and face, reapplying red lip gloss. She didn’t want to give Erica any reason to disapprove of her. Nothing to make the mob boss want to punish her. She hated how much Erica frightened her.

If only she’d been there Monday night, my terrible ordeal would be over now.

“Hello, my dear,” Erica purred as soon as Jennifer entered the Great Room. The dark-haired mob boss looked fabulous in her bright yellow dress, same style and designer as Jennifer’s dress. It actually reminded her of Tamika and her yellow outfit from Monday night. Red-soled pumps adorned Erica’s feet: Christian Louboutin Hot Chick pumps, if she wasn’t mistaken. Same as on her own feet at that moment.

Erica’s beautiful brown eyes raked her prize’s body, and then lingered on Jennifer’s feet. Jennifer thought she saw a hint of approval in the mobster’s eyes. And then Erica arched a brow at her pet billionairess. So Jennifer flashed a nervous smile and dropped to her knees right in front of Erica.

“I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow night, Mistress,” she said, giving Big Mike and Sal apprehensive looks. “Is there something I can do for you?”

Oh, how she hated asking that question. Jennifer knew she wasn’t going to like the answer. Still, better to find out sooner than later why Erica went out of her way to come out to Jade Manor.

“Yes.” Erica smiled. Smiled a little too happily, in fact. “I have a job for you tonight. I think you are perfect for it, since you handled yourself so well against Boss Vitale.”

Jennifer looked nervously at Big Mike and Sal, both grinning like idiots.

“Not them,” Erica said with a wicked grin. “Honestly. You are a little slut, aren’t you? Is it even possible to give you enough cock, Jennifer?”

“It’s not the enough that worries me, Mistress,” Jennifer said softly. “It’s the way too much.”

That made the two thugs very happy. Erica just shrugged her concerns off.

“No, Jennifer, I’m not giving you to my boys for their amusement. Yet,” Erica said. “Tonight you are going to truly earn your money. My organization is delivering a big shipment of Bliss to a very good West Coast customer tonight. I can’t go due to other commitments, but you will go in my stead. Don’t fuck this up, Jennifer.”

Jennifer stared in disbelief. Erica wanted to incriminate her. Wanted to get more blackmail material on her. Or something more sinister? Either way, the mob boss was dragging her deeper and deeper into the gutter.

“I don’t… I have no idea what to do, Mistress. I’ll just foul it up,” she stammered. “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll come over to… to… to play with your men on Wednesday nights every week, as well, if you don’t make me do this.”

“Oh, sweetie, are your Wednesday nights open now?” Erica asked. Jennifer nodded. “Good. You’ll start coming over every Wednesday after work. But you’re still taking this job tonight.”

“But…”

“No buts. Remember who is in charge here,” Erica said, leaning forward, eyes narrowing. “Defy me, and I’ll slap you down so hard and fast that you’ll be in prison for three years before you figure out what happened. Understand?”

Prison? Oh Goddess!

“Y-Yes, Mistress. I am yours to command,” she whispered. “I must obey.”

“I knew you’d be amenable to my desires,” Erica said, rising to her feet. “Sal and Dino will accompany you. Give Sal your keys. You can ride in back with Dino.”

“My car?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“I can’t use my car while committing a felony. They’ll use it against me in court,” she cried. “Can’t we use one of your SUVs?”

“Give Sal your keys, and don’t screw this up, Jennifer,” Erica said with steel in her voice. “We’ve had some deals go south lately, and we really need the cash this deal will bring in.” She leaned down to cup Jennifer’s chin, forcing the billionaire babe to look up into her merciless eyes. “If you fail, you’ll be lucky if I only force you to sell off a couple hundred million in assets and turn the money over to me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Erica kissed her, and then left with Big Mike. Sal stepped up and held out his hand. Jennifer carefully placed the keys to her Mercedes Maybach in his huge, calloused palm.

“Try not to scratch it,” she said. “I’ve only had it three weeks.”

Sal led her back outside. The Land Rover was long gone. Dino stood by the open back door of the white Maybach. Sal took her by the arm and hurried her into the car, before Dino followed her in. She was forced to slide across to the other side, before Dino pulled her back against him. His arm went around her when Sal started the car, and she closed her eyes when his hand inevitably found her tit. Two SUVs and a van joined them after they pulled out the front gate.

They rode in silence to an industrial park south of downtown. Jennifer’s interest was piqued. It wasn’t a rundown, all but abandoned warehouse district like the mob seemed to prefer. Business was thriving there. When did they start using that area to conduct their drug deals? That was important Intel for the city’s super heroines.

Sal turned down an alley behind a row of factory warehouses. They drove slowly, Jennifer’s car in the lead. After a few moments she saw headlights come on ahead of them. Both groups rolled to a stop between two warehouses coming right up to the alley, leaving them completely shrouded in night shadows, save for the headlights.

“What about security cameras?” Jennifer asked, wide-eyed at the prospect of committing a major felony.

“We know for a fact there are no security cameras pointing at this stretch of alley,” Dino said, giving her boob another squeeze. “Relax. Sal and I wouldn’t be here if we didn’t know this stuff.”

Jennifer looked out her window, cutting her eyes up at the rooflines. For half a second, she thought there was a human shape squatting atop the warehouse’s roof. But she blinked, and the roof was clear. Nerves? Maybe. She hadn’t felt so jittery since she was a tween schoolgirl going to her first Justin Bieber concert.

“Okay. Okay, I’m fine,” she said, more to herself than to allay the concerns of the two veteran mobsters. Mostly she was worried that some outlier heroine like Justice Shield or Omega Girl would show up. They usually patrolled the less crime-infested areas of the city. “What do I do? I’ve never done anything like this before. Can I just stand there while y’all conduct business?”

“Why would you just stand there?” Dino asked. “You think we bring arm candy to these pow-wows to impress the other guys?”

She crinkled her nose at him. He knew what she meant.

“Pig. I could glare at them or something,” she said. “Act menacing.”

Both men laughed.

“You are so not menacing, Jenny girl,” Dino said, giving her tit another squeeze. Then he pulled his hand away, and slapped her thigh. “Let’s go. All you have to do is ask for the money, and then hand it to me and Sal to count. Motion for the boys to bring up a sample of Bliss when they ask to see the shipment. Everyone knows the drill, so there won’t be a lot for you to say or do.”

“We like to keep conversation to a minimum,” Sal added.

After a deep, steadying breath, Jennifer slipped out of the car. The buyers were already walking forward. She joined Sal and Dino in front of the Maybach, and started walking to meet the buyers in the middle.

“Who is this?”

“New girl,” Dino said. “She’s Boss Sambino’s right-hand girl, so is in charge here.”

“Call me Jen,” Jennifer said, as firmly as she could. “You have the money?”

“Let us see the merchandise first.”

Jennifer realized she’d never asked what the signal was, so just lifted one hand and waved someone forward. Hopefully they’d figure it out. And they did. Two dark-suited men came forward with a wooden crate and a crowbar. They placed the crate between Jennifer and the buyers’ leader. The crate was pried open, and a brick-shaped packet of Bliss pulled out. Jennifer detected the faintest scent of roses, the telltale sign of Bliss. She took a step back out of an abundance of caution.

A man pulled on a gas mask, squatted over the packet, and held up what looked like an electronic diabetes tester. Only a long, thick needle protruded out the bottom. He jabbed that needle in and studied the small screen. After a moment he gave his boss the thumbs-up. Only then was a suitcase of money brought up and handed to Jennifer.

She handed it straight over to Dino.

“I’m assuming all the money is there,” Jennifer said, feeling a sense of relief that it was almost over. It was so hard to project calm and confidence under those circumstances, yet she knew it was imperative. “If so, it has been a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Not so fast, miscreants!” a feminine voice cried from above.

Next thing they knew, Silver Angel landed between Jennifer and the buyers. The silver-clad beauty kicked the lead buyer in the face, before lashing out with a backhand at Jennifer’s face. The raven-haired beauty reacted out of instinct, blocking that blow with a forearm, before spinning around and driving a sharp stiletto heel into the back of Silver Angel’s right knee.

“Yield in the name of Justice!” Silver Girl’s voice shouted with authority back near Dino and Sal, who were still counting the money. Then she saw her mentor go down. “No! Stop!”

But Silver Angel quickly proved that being down and being out were two very different things. She swept Jennifer’s feet away, before leaping back to her feet and starting to kick butt again. So Jennifer rolled to her feet, intending to vanish into the darkness and escape. But the busty blonde heroine grabbed her arm and yanked her back around to face her.

“What the hell?” Silver Angel cried, freezing as she stared into her longtime friend’s face. “Jennifer Jade? What are you doing here?”

“No!” Jennifer cried, and throat punched her friend and comrade.

Silver Angel stumbled back as she clutched her throat, a look of shock on her masked face. Jennifer followed, mindlessly kicking and punching until the injured super heroine collapsed at her feet.

As her mentor fell, Silver Girl screamed in rage, plowing straight through the two groups of men. Fury burned in her beautiful blue eyes, which locked with Jennifer’s baby blues.

“What?” she gasped, coming to a stop, jaw dropping. “Jennifer? Why?”

That’s all the perky sidekick got out. One of the buyers snapped a capsule under the silver-clad protégé’s nose. Silver Girl immediately clutched her pussy with both hands, eyes rolling up, and dropped to her knees as one super-powered climax after another rolled through her shapely teenage body.

“Aaaaggggh! Aaaaaaghh! Aaaaagh!”

Jennifer cringed, guilt slamming down hard. She teetered atop her heels, feeling woozy. Feeling so sick to her heart. What have I done?

The horror of her own deeds was beyond comprehension. Panicking was no excuse for such a vile action. Jennifer had beaten down a beautiful, good-hearted super heroine, one of her closest and dearest friends in and out of mask, just to save her own butt. And then she’d contributed to that friend’s bright, beautiful daughter’s capture as well.

I’ve turned into a monster, she thought, looking around at all the grinning criminals. I’m no better than any of them.

Pushing tousled black hair straight out of her flushed face, Jennifer tried to think of something, anything, to save her friends. But then they snapped a Bliss capsule under Silver Angel’s nose, and sent her to join her daughter in orgasm hell. Jennifer turned away when the men began stripping the heroines.

Jennifer stumbled back to her car, eyes welling, and then had to use it to prop herself up as she bent over and emptied her guts. The soft grunts of first Silver Girl, and then Silver Angel drifted to her a moment later. The celebratory gangbang had begun. She couldn’t bear to look. Self loathing flooded her mind and psyche, making her tremble like a leaf as she sobbed and dry heaved over and over and over.

After about a half hour, Dino came over and pushed her back against the car. He had such a lusty look in his eyes. So vicious. So fucking gleeful.

“You did good, Jenny girl,” he sneered. Dino pulled her skirt up over her hips, and then ripped off her thong undies. He pressed up close, kissed her, and then grabbed her butt with both hands, lifting her feet off the ground. Jennifer’s long, strong legs wrapped around him, stilettos and all, while he guided his erection to her entrance. “Erica will be proud of you.”

And he thrust into her, completely sheathing himself.

“Uggh!” she cried, back bowing. She clawed at his back with long nails. She kicked her feet. And she thrust her hips to meet him halfway. “Oh yes. Fuck me. I am such a bad, bad girl. Fuck me. Punish me.”

“Fucking A you are,” he gasped, and went to town on her pussy.

Jennifer did her best to lose herself in the sex. She didn’t want to think about anything but pleasure, giving and taking. Still, her baby blues couldn’t help but cut over to that disturbing scene lit up by bright headlights. Both heroines, mother and daughter, were on all fours side-by-side, getting it front and back. They were stripped down to just mask, gloves, and boots. Two beautiful blondes, so good-hearted and selfless. All they wanted to do was fight the good fight.

I’ll never be able to atone for this night.

“Dino! I got the boss on Facetime,” Sal shouted. “She wants Jennifer to finish them off. To do the deed. Bring her over.”

That didn’t make any sense. Silver Angel and Silver Girl were already captured, depowered, and Blissed out of their minds. They were lost, probably forever. What more could she do to “finish them off?”

Even so, Jennifer was led over by the hand, pussy still hot, wet, and tingling. Behind her, Dino grumbled, not happy about being suddenly abandoned before she finished. Her breathing came in fast, short breaths as she struggled to gather her wits. She did manage to push her skirt back down around her legs.

“I don’t understand. What am I doing?”

She looked down into Silver Angel’s glazed eyes. Yeah, she was still deep in the throes of Bliss heaven. Same as Silver Girl. They knelt before her, trembling with the aftershocks of countless mind-searing climaxes, not to mention way too many cocks in their mouths and pussies. Jennifer started to feel light-headed again.

“Jennifer,” Erica said from Sal’s phone. The mob boss’s excited face almost filled the whole screen. “Unmask them. We’ll be recording it on our phones.”

That command sent Jennifer’s now fragile psyche reeling. Her knees started shaking, threatening to buckle at any second. But Dino moved up behind her, seized her arms, and forced her forward to stand over Silver Angel.

“Do it,” he whispered.

She heard the threat in his voice. So she reached out a trembling hand, pinched the side of Silver Angel’s silvery mask, and started pulling.

Goddess, forgive me.

“Holy shit!” Erica cried over the phone. “Is that Annette Moore? Outstanding! Quick, unmask the sidekick. I bet I know who that is.”

Dino maneuvered Jennifer two steps over to Silver Girl. She reached down without prompting and pulled off the mask. Autumn Moore’s lovely face stared back up blankly, her once beautiful mind consumed by the Bliss.

“Awesome. Okay, finish up the exchange,” Erica said. “We’ll keep Silver Angel, and our friends can take Silver Girl. Everyone will be happy.”