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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 13

Everyone split up so fast Jennifer didn’t know what to do. She watched with a pounding heart as Silver Girl was carried away, no doubt to ignoble sexual slavery. One of the buyers quickly gathered up the pieces of her discarded costume. Would they display it as a battle trophy? Or sell it to collectors on the Dark Web?

She knew what fate awaited Silver Angel’s costume: a display case in Erica’s game room. They already had seventeen costumes on display, including a Patriette and Ms Patriot costume from previous captures. She’d escaped those setbacks, but they liked to display a trophy of even momentary captures as a reminder that they really could defeat heroines.

Sal ordered Jennifer to drive, so he and Dino could have fun with Silver Angel in the back seat. She didn’t object, because the last place she wanted to be was back there with her captured friend. Despite herself, Jennifer’s eyes kept returning to the rearview mirror. She saw one sick sex act after another, as those two men took full advantage of Silver Angel in her mentally compromised state. The Bliss had her ready, willing, and eager to do anything and everything they wanted. And they wanted it all.

Jennifer didn’t know how she managed the long drive back, but she did. She had never been so glad to pull onto the Sambino Estate. The billionaire babe parked on the circular drive in front of Erica’s front door, and then held the door open while Dino carried Silver Angel’s limp body inside.

She just wanted to go home and cry herself to sleep, but Sal made her follow Dino. Erica waited in the game room, sitting in the middle of a high-end leather couch and watching all her vile videos of the heroines’ gangbang and unmasking over and over.

The mobster gave the approaching Jennifer an odd, contemplative look. Then she glanced at a nearby display of a tattered Ms Patriot bustier.

“Your fighting skills are amazing, Jennifer. You stood toe-to-toe with a top tier super heroine duo, and won.”

Jennifer just stared. Not good. What was Erica thinking? Had she made the connection? Trying to fight down her panic, Jennifer glanced at Silver Angel, looking so down and out, still in a daze from Bliss and way too much sex. Would that be her fate?

Erica ignored Silver Angel another long moment, while she continued to look between Jennifer, the phone videos of the big fight up on the big screen TV, and a video on her own smartphone. It started to creep Jennifer out, but Erica finally shrugged and turned back to the captured heroine. The sexy mob boss stood up, grinned, and walked around the kneeling, despondent blonde, studying every square inch of her battered, but still beautiful body.

“Hello, Ms Moore,” Erica said, gloating down at the dazed heroine. “Defeat looks good on you.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Silver Angel whispered wearily. “I’ll be avenged by my sisters in crimefighting.”

“Maybe, but your lovely daughter is captured and already lost into sex slavery,” Erica said, making the naked heroine cringe. “I bet there is a cock down her throat even as we speak, and another reaming out her not-so-tight little ass, too.”

Silver Angel swooned. Dino and Sal kept her up on her knees.

“You want us to Bliss her again, boss?” Sal asked.

“No. I want her mind clear,” Erica said. “I want her to know and understand that we won. We captured her. We vanquished the mighty Silver Angel and Silver Girl,” Erica said. She cut a sharp, frightening look at Jennifer. “Or, should I say, our very own Jenny defeated them. But now, our very own Silver Slut has to pay the price for her incompetence. For her shameful weakness and failure. It’s time the Sambino Family took our long awaited pound of sweet heroine flesh out of her satiny smooth ass.”

Those words had Jennifer reeling.

Seizing the opportunity Erica pressed up to Jennifer, stroking the trembling billionairess’ long, soft hair, kissing her trembling lips, loving the look of misery on her beautiful face.

“You did remarkably well tonight, Jennifer,” Erica purred, and kissed her again. Jennifer pushed back into that kiss, desperate for something, anything to distract her troubled mind. Something to still her heavy, guilty heart. “I’m so proud of you. I’ll make a decent mobster out of you yet.”

“T-Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered, eyes downcast.

“Now,” Erica said, lifting Jennifer’s chin and locking eyes. “It’s time for you to truly finish Silver Angel off. I want you to put on the biggest, baddest strap-on we have, and fuck her into submission. I want you, Jennifer Jade, to tame Silver Angel for me.”

“B-But Silver Angel is my friend,” she gasped. “I can’t.”

“You can. You will,” Erica said, steel in her voice now. “And after what you did to her, and her daughter, tonight, you are definitely not her friend. Not anymore. So get to work.”

Erica unzipped Jennifer’s dress. The zipper ran all the way down, so the dress opened up and fell off her body instantly. Dino had already ripped off her thong, so all Erica had to do to finish stripping her was remove the bra.

Jennifer staggered into the BDSM dungeon just off the game room atop sky-high stiletto pumps, nothing else. Erica, Dino, and Sal followed, with the men half-dragging Silver Angel. While the mobsters secured the vanquished vigilante to a St. Andrew’s Cross leaning back against the wall, Jennifer found a particularly devious strap-on. Erica had used it on her twice already. Wide black leather straps secured it around her hips, with a massive battery-powered dildo attached. Yep, that insidious strap-on vibrated.

If I am forced to tame her, the least I can do is make it as quick as possible, she thought. If this doesn’t tame her inner bitch, nothing will.

That’s as far as she got before her body seized up. Jennifer couldn’t move. But Erica would not be denied. She came over to lead Jennifer, by hand, before the bound heroine. Silver Angel just gawked at the fearsome strap-on for a second, then locked beseeching eyes with Jennifer. The poor billionaire beauty felt her face heat up as Erica guided her right up between the vulnerable heroine’s spread legs.

“Please don’t do this, Jennifer,” Silver Angel begged. “I’m your friend. I love you like a sister.”

Erica reached around to guide the tip of the massive dildo into Silver Angel’s pussy. She got it nestled in against the squirming heroine’s entrance.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” Jennifer whispered. “I-I can’t stop. My Mistress has ordered me. I have to obey.”

“Do it,” Erica commanded straight into her ear. “Fuck her brains out. Now.”

Jennifer thrust her hips forward, feeling resistance. But not much. Every orifice of the captured heroine’s body was already pretty well reamed out by the men. Silver Angel squeezed her eyes shut, grunting loudly. So Jennifer pulled all the way out, and thrust into the busty blonde again. And again. And again. Soon, Jennifer pressed in close, her naked tits pressed hard against Silver Angel’s. Her hips never slowed, never wavered as she thrust and thrust and thrust relentlessly.

She watched with morbid fascination as all the defiance and pride was slowly fucked out of the once great heroine. Silver Angel’s expression went through the gamut of emotions: rage, pain, shame, defiance, and pleasure. And then Jennifer saw the first hints of surrender and acceptance. It broke her heart, but she continued to fuck her beloved friend senseless. And when Silver Angel got her second wind, and defiance reared its ugly head again, Jennifer reached down to the base of the strap-on and turned on the vibrator.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Aaaaaaggghh!” Silver Angel screamed, the mother of all climaxes instantly consuming her mind and body.

Dino and Sal moved up to either side of Silver Angel, fondling her jostling tits while they whispered words to remold the once-proud heroine. Words well-researched to tame her spirit, and alter her very psyche. Words meant to subjugate and enslave her forever.

Erica pressed up against Jennifer’s back at that time, and the enslaved billionaire felt something hard and well-lubricated pushed between her own butt cheeks.

“Oh, Mistress,” Jennifer gasped as Erica very slowly forced that long, thick strap-on into her tight anus. “Uggggh.”

“Like it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Jennifer said. “Hurts so good.”

Erica thrust when Jennifer pulled out, and vice-versa. In a way, it almost felt like Jennifer was fucking herself on that bitch-taming strap-on. Soon, her mind was as numb and malleable as Silver Angel’s, and Erica started whispering into her ear.

After what happened that night, Jennifer didn’t bother to resist. She deserved to be punished for her crime.

~**~**~

An hour later…

The BDSM dungeon was filled with men, their deep voices a low murmur punctuated by soft feminine grunts and gasps. Erica watched her men taking their pleasure of Annette “Silver Angel” Moore, still locked oh-so-delightfully in that St Andrew’s Cross. Across the dungeon, Jennifer was strapped down atop a bondage horse. Earlier, Erica had ordered her to put on a pair of bright red patent thigh boots and red satin opera gloves.

She looks so much like…

Erica shook her head. Impossible. Jennifer was too girlie-girl. Too soft and pampered, yet with an amazingly fit body. A dancer’s body, except for that major rack.

A Valkyrie body, she thought. And with her baby blue eyes, long black hair, red gloves, and red boots she looks SO much like Ms P.

Especially from the side or back, where Erica couldn’t see her naked face. Still, she’d dealt with both Ms Patriot and Jennifer quite intimately. Ms Patriot had a stronger presence, spoke with a deeper, more authoritative voice and manner. Yet, when broken and tamed, the sexy super heroine’s voice and manner softened to rival Jennifer’s in submissiveness.

She pulled out her phone, hit the record app, and video-recorded two of her men fucking Jennifer. The twenty-something beauty grunted and groaned as Davy reamed out her butt with his big bitch-tamer, and Larry choked her with deep throat. Yes, she was taking it like a true super heroine.

Still, I just can’t see Jennifer put on a mask and dirtying her perfectly manicured little hands fighting crime.

After a few minutes of recording, Erica turned off her phone and headed upstairs. She went straight to her home office, plopping her butt behind the desk, and logging into her computer. She attached a USB cable to her phone, and downloaded the video she’d taken of Jennifer down in the dungeon, as well as the earlier video she took of the billion-dollar beauty masturbating in her own bed. Masturbating in all red, just like…

“Wow,” Erica said, feeling a little hot, flustered, and excited. “If this is true…”

Erica easily found archive footage of Ms Patriot online. She downloaded a number of photos of Grimme City’s Champion of Justice, and then she pulled them up in her photo-manipulation program. First thing, she cut out Ms Patriot’s blue mask, and pasted it over a single frame of Jennifer in that masturbation video.

“Damn, so close. My photomanip skills aren’t great, but… Damn.”

The red, under-boob corset with the white piping and laces looked so much like Ms Patriot’s red and white vertically-striped bustier. Red hose instead of thigh boots, and even red opera gloves. But Jennifer parted her long lustrous black hair on the side, while Ms Patriot’s hair was parted down the middle. Small change.

Close, but not absolute proof.

How to prove it one way or another? There were lots of public photos of Jennifer with Ms Patriot, mostly provided by Jennifer to the press. Was that an example of Jennifer’s own photomanip skills?

“Only one way to find out,” Erica muttered. “I have to force the issue. Get them side-by-side. And I know the perfect way to do it.”