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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 14

Jennifer’s baby blues kept flickering over to the clock. It was 3:45 in the afternoon, and she hadn’t heard a peep out of Erica or any other Sambino Family member. She expected Erica to strut into her office at any moment. Hell, she jumped every time she heard the faint ding of the elevators.

Her mind kept wanting to replay the previous night. Jennifer did everything in her power to block it out. She’d helped – No! Jennifer had CAPTURED – Silver Angel for Erica. It was bad enough to panic and beat down Silver Angel, but then, just to cover up her crime, she’d failed to help Silver Girl escape. She’d just let those vile criminals Bliss-out the perky teen, and then do terrible things to her and her mother.

It’s done. I can’t change anything, she told herself. I have to protect myself first and foremost. Ms Patriot, at least, has to survive this.

She’d managed to get all of her work done by noon, fully expecting her mistress to show up then, but she’d been allowed to enjoy a surprisingly peaceful lunch. Jennifer was a little confused, mostly because her body was revved up and ready. Had Erica done it on purpose to further confuse her? If so, it was working.

She’s turning me every which way but loose.

Despite her distraction, Jennifer was getting ahead of schedule on her workload. That was always a good thing, especially now that Erica had turned her personal life upside down.

I swear, if I manage to extract myself from this situation, I’ll never EVER agree to go undercover again, she thought.

After staring at the clock a long moment, Jennifer made up her mind. Time to go home. If she hurried, she could get out of there before Erica or one of her handsy goons showed up to claim her for the weekend. The last thing Jennifer wanted was another humiliating “walk of shame” through her own office, on the end of Erica’s leash.

Did it even matter? The whole city, including every one of her employees, knew she was submitting to Erica Sambino. The beautiful crime boss had done everything, short of running a front-page op-ed, to make sure everyone knew Jennifer was her pet. Her plaything.

Jennifer’s face flamed up. So degrading. So humiliating! Yet, just thinking about it made her body ache anew with need. Her pussy was leaking, getting all hot, wet, and slick. And ready for action. The beautiful billionaire’s throat tightened, mouth watering, as she thought about going down on one man after another. All big, strong, vicious men, who took what they wanted from her. They treated her like dirt. Like trash. Like the helpless, vulnerable, eager-to-please slave slut Erica had transformed her into.

Goddess, save me, but I need… I need… Jennifer thought, eyes squeezed closed and heart hammering. Her breathing quickened as her arousal spiked. She wanted to say she needed to escape, but the words wouldn’t form even in her head. Maybe I should just go over there. Is that what my mistress wants?

The ramifications of her reactions, of her dark needs and desires, scared Jennifer. The Curse was strong within her. Erica might not realize yet just how successful she’d remolded her slavegirl’s mind and body. Jennifer understood – much as she loathed to admit it – that she’d been looking forward to the weekend. Looking forward to giving over control of her mind and body to Erica and all her horny, insatiable men.

The dark allure of total submission called to her soul.

No! I have to be strong! she scolded herself. Young women look up to me as a role-model. Well, look up to Ms Patriot, at least.

Jennifer stood and smoothed down her pale pink, form-fitting designer dress. She pulled her purse out of the bottom drawer, and turned to the door. And then she heard it. The musical sting from Jaws, the one that always played when the Great White was about to attack. That was the burner phone Erica gave her specifically for “pleasure” talking, and that was the ringtone her mistress had personally chosen.

“Not funny,” Jennifer muttered as she rifled through her purse looking for the phone. As soon as she did, she pressed ANSWER. “Yes, Mistress, how may I serve you?”

“I have a little job for you before you come over, Jennifer,” Erica said, sounding so irritatingly smooth and gracious. “I want you to call Ms Patriot and use your influence to get her to a place of my choosing. With your help, we are going to ambush the so-called Champion of Justice, capture her, and make her my little plaything.”

Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. How the hell was she supposed to pull that off? What would Erica do to her if she failed? The possibilities left her mind reeling.

“I-I can’t… I can’t just call Ms P up and tell her to do anything,” Jennifer said. “I don’t command any super heroine. All I can do is ask.”

“Try,” Erica insisted. “I think as their chief financial and political supporter, you have far more influence over the city’s super heroines than you think. If you call, Ms Patriot will come. Believe me.”

Erica gave her the time and place: Saturday at midnight, behind the Cali Girls Gentlemen’s Club. And she came up with a situation that would compel Ms Patriot, or any super heroine to go: the sale of Silver Angel and Silver Girl to human traffickers. Jennifer barely heard the details, standing in her office and teetering on her stilettos. All she knew was that Erica fully intended to use her influence over the city’s other super heroines to capture them.

“But…”

“No buts!” Erica snapped. Jennifer gasped and froze. “Listen and obey, slave! I command you to call Ms Patriot and get her to that ambush site. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jennifer whispered automatically, Erica’s wicked mental conditioning kicking in. “I hear and obey. It will be done as you command.”

“Excellent, my pet,” Erica said, sounding pleased. “Together, you and I, will capture the city’s premier super heroine, and thus rid this city of her busybody do-gooding forever.”

I have to BE with Erica for this ambush?

That complicated things even more. If she could sit the ambush out, Ms Patriot could show up knowing everything they had planned. She would not only foil those evil plans, but bring Erica down once and for all. Of course, she wouldn’t go in alone. No, Ms Patriot would hedge her bet with every other heroine in the city she could talk into joining her Saturday night.

“Once you’ve convinced that bubble-titted bimbo to save her little girlfriends from me, I want you to come to me,” Erica continued. “Wear red. I like you in red thigh boots, red lips, red nails. You, me, and my boys are going to have a wild time this weekend.”

That hit her hard. Mind reeling, filled with visions of the wildest, wickedest sex and debauchery, Jennifer’s breath caught. Her body got super hot, mushy, and tingly. Yeah, she was ready to go!

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, voice an octave lower and helplessly sex-drenched. “I hear and obey.”

The drive home was a dizzying one, filled with Jennifer trying to figure a way out of her predicament. And when she arrived back at Daul Manor, she went straight up to her bedroom. After stripping, she automatically headed for the shower, but stopped halfway.

“Why bother?” she muttered, turning to the closet instead. “Within the hour, I’ll be hot, sweaty, and sticky. And I’ll remain that way until Monday morning.”

First thing, Jennifer picked out a pair of lace-up matte red leather thigh boots, with five-inch stiletto heels. Very wicked and sexy. Then she slipped into a lacy red teddy with a Velcro nether closure, so those horny mobsters didn’t have to rip it off her to get to her special places. She accessorized with big silver hoop earrings and a few silver bangles on her left wrist.

“There. I’m dressed to thrill, and then fuck,” she said, both appalled and excited at the same time. And then her regular cell phone rang, with the special ringtone signaling a forwarded call from the super heroine number. “Hello, Ms Patriot speaking.”

“Ms Patriot, it’s Tammy… I mean, Uber Woman.” She heard the beautiful, platinum blonde heroine taking a deep breath on the other end. “Sorry, but I’m a little rattled. I just heard from a reliable source that Silver Angel and Silver Girl were captured last night. I still haven’t found out who captured them.”

Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. Was this her chance to save herself? Erica might be satisfied, but only if she played it right.

“I was just on the phone with Erica Sambino,” Jennifer said hesitantly. “I’m a little messed up in the head, too, because she told me that she captured Silver Angel and Silver Girl last night.”

“Oh my Goddess! Great! I-I mean, that’s awful. Oh, you know what I mean,” Uber Woman cried. “We can go over there and rescue them right now.”

“No, she expects me over there ASAP to fulfill my slavegirl duties,” Jennifer said through a tight throat. It was getting harder and harder to speak. Her mind reeled, shouting, NO NO NO! “They don’t keep prisoners at the Sambino Estate, and I haven’t figured out where they actually keep them. Maybe while I’m undercover tonight I can get one of the Sambino thugs to tell me where they are holding our friends. But Erica did tell me one thing we can use.”

“Which is?”

Jennifer hesitated. She closed her eyes, face heating up. “Th-The Sambino Family is selling Silver Angel and Silver Girl to human traffickers tomorrow night at midnight, behind the Cali Girls Gentlemen’s Club. Erica is forcing me to accompany her. So I can’t go with you as Ms Patriot.”

“Understood,” Uber Woman said. “Thanks for the tip. Uber Girl and I will be there. We’ll rescue our fallen friends, wipe the bad guys’ minds of their identities, and then toss them all in jail. And that includes Ms Erica Sambino.”

“And that will get me out from under her thumb,” Jennifer said, eyes brightening. “I like it.”

Once the call was done, Jennifer hurried down to her car and drove straight to the Sambino Estate. The gates opened at her approach, allowing her to cruise right up to the front door. Within moments she was descending the stairs down into the basement. Soft feminine grunts and gasps greeted her, just before Silver Angel came into view.

They had setup a brand-new bondage station atop a small stripper stage in the corner. The stripper pole was removed, replaced by a square stainless steel frame. Silver Angel was stripped down to just her silver thigh boots and opera gloves, bent over at the waist, and bound in place. The vanquished vigilante’s arms were pulled back and up, and then locked into a spreader bar. That spreader bar was connected to the frame’s crossbar above her by a short chain. Her ankles were also locked into a spreader bar, with another bar locked to the middle of that one, and also attached to a steel collar around the heroine’s throat.

Silver Angel couldn’t move an inch within that cruelly tight bondage.

Big Mike stood before Silver Angel, his long, thick cock shoved down her throat. Dino was humping the helpless heroine from behind, though Jennifer couldn’t tell which orifice. She saw cum drying on the blonde beauty’s face, tits, back, and ass. And there was a puddle of cum on the floor under her, too.

Jennifer cringed. She’d personally broken and tamed the once mighty heroine. The deed was done by midnight, after which Erica finally allowed Jennifer to go home. She’d hoped they’d give the tamed heroine at least a moment of rest, but apparently not. They’d been going at her long and hard, for many, many hours.

“I thought she was already tamed, Mistress,” Jennifer said as she dropped to her knees beside her mistress.

Erica smiled down at her. “She is, but I like to err on the side of caution when it comes to breaking and brainwashing super heroines. But yes, her once beautiful mind should be nothing but mush right now. I’ve already gone a long way toward making her mine, body and soul.” She grinned. “Tamara, what are you?”

Big Mike pulled out Silver Angel’s mouth. The hapless heroine gasped and panted a moment before answering.

“I am your slave, Mistress,” she gasped out. “Yours to command. I must obey.”

“It makes me all warm and fuzzy to hear that,” Erica said. The beautiful brunette’s brown eyes narrowed at Jennifer. “Well?”

“I spoke to Ms Patriot,” Jennifer said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I told her you were going to personally sell Silver Angel and Silver Girl to human traffickers tomorrow night behind Cali Girls. I think she’ll be there, but she mentioned trying to find other heroines to help her.”

“Other heroines?” Erica said. She frowned. “I hadn’t considered that. Well, we’ll be ready no matter how many heroines show up. In fact, the more we capture, the better.”

Dino cried out. He pulled out of Silver Angel to shoot hot cum all over her butt and upper thighs. Jennifer crinkled her nose at him. Why did guys do that? All it did was cause a terrible mess that the woman would have to clean up.

“So nasty,” Erica said, stepping around behind the dazed heroine. “Jennifer, come over here and clean Silver Angel up. With your tongue.”

Jennifer’s breath caught. Oh, she hated it when they made her do that.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jennifer said, starting to crawl. “I obey.”