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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 15

Saturday night, just before midnight…

The alley lay pitch black before them. Erica’s Land Rover was sandwiched between two Cadillac Escalades. To their left was the dark shape of Cali Girls Gentlemen’s Club. Jennifer could hear the bass-heavy music bleeding through the thick walls, filling the alley with sleazy stripper beats.

Oddly enough, she felt calm. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And this time, she at least knew what was going to happen. Erica had personally planned out every minute detail. Every contingency was addressed and planned for.

Super heroines could take a lesson from Erica, Jennifer thought. We don’t plan much, and never so thoroughly.

Jennifer sat in the Land Rover’s back seat, right next to Erica. She wore a little back cocktail dress, with black silk hose held up by a garter belt, and black stiletto pumps. Diamonds chandelier earrings glittered from her ears down to her shoulders, with a matching choker and bracelet on her left wrist. It felt good to be showered and dressed, not to mention glammed up, after spending thirty hours straight with Erica’s insatiable men at the Sambino Estate.

The busty beauty couldn’t begin to count the climaxes they’d forced out of her, all while Erica, Dino, and Big Mike whispered fresh words of love, submission, and obedience into her ears, into her very receptive mind.

“Who do you love, Jennifer?” Erica asked, not for the first time.

“I love you, Mistress,” Jennifer said without hesitation.

“What is your deepest desire?”

Jennifer squirmed. Her pussy heated up, with a hard knot forming between her legs. She crossed her legs, and squeezed her sex hard. The enslaved beauty wasn’t entirely sure if she was trying to contain her arousal, or stoke its fires. In any case, the latter was what she got.

“To please you with my absolute obedience, Mistress.”

“What is your favorite form of obedience toward me, Jennifer?” Erica asked.

That surprised Jennifer. Erica had never asked that question before. Yet, she knew the answer without hesitation or thought.

“Licking your sexy boots, Mistress.”

Just saying it made her mouth water, as her baby blues cut over to Erica’s thigh-booted feet. Black thigh boots, laced up the front, with a few straps to spice it up even more. The stiletto heels were long, thin, so sexy. The matte finish meant real shoe polish was used, and provided that extra smell and taste patent leather didn’t have.

“Really? Interesting,” the sexy mob boss said with a smirk. “Which of my men do you enjoy fucking the most?”

All of their faces whirled through Jennifer’s mind. She didn’t even know most of their names. They were just faces and bodies permitted to use and abuse her body. Men who used her like she was nothing, just a sweet piece of cock candy. But one face and cock kept returning to mind, becoming foremost.

“Big Mike, Mistress.”

“Really? Why?”

“He has the biggest cock, Mistress,” she said, cutting her eyes downward. “It makes me come the fastest, and I cannot suck it enough. Ever.”

Erica’s jaw dropped. “Wow.”

Yeah, Jennifer was a little surprised by her brutal honesty, too. Yet, it was all true. She couldn’t lie to Erica. Her mistress owned her absolute loyalty.

Erica opened her mouth to ask another question. Jennifer locked on to her, ready to respond no matter what she asked. But Big Mike, riding shotgun, spoke.

“It’s midnight, boss. Shall we begin?” Big Mike asked.

“Yes. I am eager to put Ms Patriot under my thumb,” Erica said.

Dino started the Land Rover, and then turned on the lights. The two Escalades followed suit. And then three big, shadowy SUVs did the same on the other end of the alley. Erica’s vehicles remained in place, while the other vehicles slowly cruised up the alley. They stopped a dozen feet in front of Erica’s team.

“Take care of business, Jennifer,” Erica said, crossed her legs and folded her hands on her lap. “Bring Ms Patriot to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jennifer said, heart starting to race.

What would Erica do when Ms Patriot was a no-show? Would she be satisfied with just Uber Woman and Uber Girl?

Dino and Big Mike got out, but stood guard on either side of their boss’s vehicle instead of advancing. Jennifer walked around back and opened up the expensive SUV. More Sambino thugs came up from the last vehicle and pulled out the two blonde hookers. Jennifer cocked her head, studying them intently. One was dressed up as Silver Angel, the other as her sidekick. Their costumes were close enough to pass in that dark alley, especially under the stressful circumstances. Both had black hoods over their heads, but with long blonde hair coming out the bottom.

Good enough to fool Uber Woman, she thought.

Despite the plan not calling for her to do anything but lead the men and fake heroines forward, she felt her body tensing up. Dread filled it. She was actively betraying a good friend and fellow super heroine. Yet, her mistress demanded her obedience. And she couldn’t give Erica the heroine she truly wanted, so Uber Woman and Uber Girl were her next best options.

I can’t believe I’m about to…

Jennifer shook herself out of that thought and concern. She must obey her mistress. Erica’s will and desire superseded her own, and everyone else’s.

The silent alley filled with the clatter and scrape of stilettos as Jennifer led the two faux-heroines up between the two groups of SUVs. She struggled to breathe, knowing what was about to unfold.

Six of Erica’s thugs came forward for the “exchange.” One of them took a peek under fake Silver Angel’s hood, nodded like he was accepting the merchandise, and motioned to another man. That thug brought a suitcase forward. Jennifer peeked inside, pretending to accept payment. And it happened, right on cue.

“Halt in the name of justice!” Uber Woman shouted.

The statuesque super heroine landed to Jennifer’s immediately left. Her shapely teen sidekick landed on the other side of the exchange. Jennifer had a quick glimpse of white and pink, before a white thigh-booted foot streaked at her face. Ducking, Jennifer let that vicious kick slam into the face of the man behind her. Uber Girl immediately starting kicking butt, too. For a second, Jennifer thought it had already gone south and she was about to be implicated with Erica. And then go to prison.

“No!” Jennifer cried, surging up face-to-face with Uber Woman.

“Jennifer?” Uber Woman asked, freezing. “What are you –”

The raven-haired beauty cut her off with a brutal punch to the throat. Then she spun into a powerful roundhouse, pounding her foot into the side of the heroine’s head. That sent her silver tiara, with the pink gemstone, flying off her head. And the tiara was Uber Woman’s Object of Power, so Jennifer effectively depowered the mighty heroine.

Uber Woman dropped to one knee, clutching her throat and gasping. Two men quickly seized her arms, twisting them back and locking her wrists in handcuffs. Another man stepped up and ripped her top off.

And then he snapped a Bliss capsule under the captured, helpless heroine’s nose. Uber Woman’s blue eyes crossed, and an incredulous look spread across her face. Lips forming a perfect “O”, her eyes then rolled up as she cried out in climatic pleasure.

“Aaaagggh!”

Jennifer’s belly clenched, knowing all too well what Uber Woman was experiencing. Indeed, she herself got a brief whiff of roses, and felt her own body tense up at the verge of orgasmic eruption. Yeah, just that faint hint of Bliss was enough to trip her trigger.

The plan was to use Bliss to take out any and all heroines that showed up. Erica had only expected Ms Patriot, but Jennifer had insisted she prepare for multiple heroines. Good thing, too. Uber Girl was still loose and causing chaos within the Sambino ranks.

“Feel my wrath, miscreants!”

The nineteen year old African-American sidekick was kicking and punching, sending mafia thugs reeling back. Jennifer’s eyes took the young beauty in, impressed by her martial ability. Uber Girl dressed much like her platinum blonde mentor: white two-piece costume and white knee boots. Her mask, opera gloves, and choker were bright pink. Uber Girl’s long, curly black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

One of the Sambino men tried to take the sidekick down with Bliss, but she blocked his hand, forced it into the man’s face, and crushed the capsule herself. The thug instantly dropped to writhe on the ground in orgasmic pleasure, all other thoughts and concerns vanquished from his mind.

“Mmmggh.” Slurp. Slurp. “Mmmgh.”

Sluurrp!

Jennifer cut her eyes back to Uber Girl’s hapless mentor. Yep, Uber Woman’s Bliss-fueled Curse had totally consumed her. The gorgeous blonde was kneeling before a mob thug, sucking his cock like a sex-slaved harlot. Another Sambino man, pants already undone, pressed up behind her, yanked her skimpy shorts to the side, and thrust into her tight pussy.

“Uggh. Ugggh. Ooooh,” Uber Woman grunted and groaned.

Jennifer heard a car door open, and then the distinct clatter of Erica’s stride. Uber Girl turned toward that sound, brown eyes narrowing behind her pink mask.

“Erica Sambino, you’re going down!”

Uber Girl kicked left, flipped backwards over another goon trying to punch her in the back, and then vaulted over yet another man. In a flash, she was halfway to Erica. So Jennifer took off after her, and caught the shapely teen before she could launch an attack on the mob boss.

“No,” Jennifer snapped, grabbing Uber Girl’s arm and yanking her around.

“Jennifer? What are you doing here?”

“Winning,” Jennifer growled, and sent a roundhouse at the sidekick’s head.

Uber Girl threw an arm up and easily blocked Jennifer’s attack. Her eyes narrowed, and she was about to punch Jennifer’s lights out when Uber Woman wailed with orgasmic pleasure.

“Aaaaaaggghhh!”

The sexy sidekick’s jaw dropped, eyes huge. Jennifer took a swing at her, forcing Uber Girl back. And then, not quite knowing why, Jennifer whispered to her.

“Run.”

Uber Girl gawked at her, then at her captured mentor. Five Sambino men with Bliss capsules converged on her, but Uber Girl flew up and headed down the alley.

What did I do? Jennifer wondered, head spinning. My mistress wants her!

Jennifer took off running after the African-American sidekick. Exiting the alley, she turned right and immediately cried out her magic phrase.

“I am Ms Patriot!”

In a flash, Jennifer Jade vanished, and it was Ms Patriot running down the street after Uber Girl.

“Uber Girl, stop!” Ms Patriot cried. “Didn’t Uber Woman tell you?”

The flying sidekick stopped and hovered, watching the approaching heroine warily. Ms Patriot held out her red-gloved hands.

“I’m undercover as Jennifer,” Ms Patriot said. “It’s all planned out with Uber Woman and other heroines, but it all went wrong this evening. But, I think, together we can rescue Uber Woman before it’s too late.”

“Really?” she said.

Ms Patriot smiled and nodded. The trusting nature of sidekicks never ceased to amaze her. Uber Girl, at only half the power of a full heroine, couldn’t save her mentor. But with the Champion of Justice by her side, they would do it. Or so she believed.

“Come,” Ms Patriot said. “Follow me.”