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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 18

Erica lifted her stiletto-heeled foot high, caressing the matte black leather, lace-up thigh boot. She sat alone in the back of her Mercedes limo, which meant plenty of leg room. She wore a skin-tight, strapless black leather dress. The hemline barely dropped down low enough to cover her private parts. Over that, she had a stiff black leather cincher with lots of laces, straps, and buckles. That outfit lifted and displayed her heavy breasts in the sexiest fashion possible. And she finished off her outfit with matching black opera gloves of the softest, thinnest Italian leather.

She glanced at the small suitcase waiting on the floorboard. A sweet little tingle started in her sex, slowly spreading. Love juices began seeping out as she squirmed, and a big smile spread her glossy red lips wide.

I’ll never forget this night, she thought.

Her financial people were almost done putting the paperwork together to transfer ownership of everything Jennifer Jade owned to her. Plus, they were working on another packet to do the same with Tamara Moore’s media empire and personal fortune. Erica would be the first mobster in Grimme City, if not the world, to achieve billionaire status.

On top of that, Silver Angel, Uber Woman, and Uber Girl were broken and tamed in her basement, and pretty much already brainwashed into absolute obedience. Just like Jennifer. She had a team of horny men with them to put the finishing touches on their permanent enslavement.

With Patriot Girl’s capture some six months back, Grimme City was left with just nine active super heroines. Four of them were now officially confirmed captured by the Sambino Family, counting the long-gone Silver Girl. And she had big plans to put the rest of the city’s melon-titted bimbos under her thumb with Jennifer’s help.

All within the next week, if not sooner.

“Tonight might be my magnum opus,” she muttered as they passed through the open gates of Jade Manor. “I’m not sure anyone will ever top my feat of capturing every single super heroine in Grimme City.”

Erica’s limo, with two big black SUVs leading the way, and two more following, slowly cruised up Jade Manor’s long, winding drive. An eyebrow lifted when she spotted the smashed-in front doors.

Big Mike opened her door, and she slipped out. With the small suitcase in hand, Erica struck out towards the front door. She carefully avoided all the debris scattered around, and made it to the Great Room. And there, her breath caught.

Jennifer had Omega Girl on her knees, head and shoulder pressed to the floor, and butt high. The raven-haired beauty knelt beside the captured heroine, stiff-arming the heroine’s head to hold it down, while thrusting a massive dildo in and out of the glazed-eyed heroine’s pussy. Erica noticed Omega Girl was bound tightly and ball gagged, with a puddle of drool next to her face.

“Aaagggh!” Omega Girl screamed around the gag, her stiletto-heeled feet kicking a staccato beat on the floor. “Aaaagggh!”

“You are a worthless, inept heroine, but you love being your mistress’s obedient slave,” Jennifer said straight into the heroine’s ear. She continued to ream out the heroine’s pussy with that massive dildo. “Your only thought is to obey perfectly. Your only desire is to please absolutely.”

Erica stood there, utterly rapt, and watched her gorgeous slavegirl force another two orgasms out of the hapless, very vulnerable super heroine. The sights and sounds of that sexy ravishing made Erica’s insides quake and tremble with need and desire like she’d never known before.

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Jennifer stared down at Omega Girl’s slack face. Yeah, she knew what the young beauty was going through, what she felt at that moment. The confusion, combined with a sluggish brain, was so scary. But Jennifer knew her voice, telling the heroine what to think, to feel, to desire, helped. Molding a super heroine’s mind in the throes of forced orgasm was easy, maybe too easy.

She deftly unfastened the strap holding the ball gag in place. It popped out immediately, followed by a flood of backed-up drool.

“You are so pathetic, Omega Girl,” Jennifer whispered. “What’s your real name, my pet?”

“J-Jill,” Omega Girl gasped.

A thrill raced up Jennifer’s spine. Omega Girl was truly tamed if she answered that most sacred, most important of questions so quickly, so easily.

“Last name?”

“Green,” the vanquished heroine gasped out. “I’m Jill Green.”

The name meant nothing to Jennifer. So she wasn’t a successful businesswoman or a socialite. A nobody? Shame. Still, she was a super heroine, so her mistress would be happy about that.

“Are you rich? Do you have anything besides your body and obedience to give your mistress?”

“No,” she said softly, sounding exhausted. “I’m just a physical therapist at Grimme City Rehab Hospital.”

“Do you at least know how to give massages?” Erica asked.

“What?” Jennifer cried, falling back onto her butt and gawking at the mob boss and the assembled men. Erica Sambino stood there in all black leather, looking like she was ready to go full dominatrix on someone. “Mistress!”

Erica nodded at her, but quickly returned her attention to Omega Girl. “Can you give massages, my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Big Mike rushed past Erica, seized the depowered and debased heroine’s auburn hair, and yanked her up onto her knees. Meanwhile, Jennifer rolled to her own knees, eyes downcast.

“Mistress, I captured Omega Girl for you,” she said.

“You’ve done more than just capture her,” Erica said as she stepped up to look Omega Girl over. She ran her fingers through the dazed heroine’s silky soft hair, and then caressed Omega Girl’s masked face. “Well done, my pet. Very well done.”

Jennifer watched Erica lean over and kiss Omega Girl, and the heroine pushed back into that sensuous kiss. The raven-haired beauty felt a pang of jealousy. More so when the kiss lingered for what seemed like several minutes.

Erica slanted an unreadable look at Jennifer. Her heart skipped a beat, wondering why her mistress didn’t seem all that pleased with her. She had gone and captured a super heroine for Erica, all on her own. Jennifer had expected more of a reaction, if nothing else.

“Stand,” Erica commanded. Jennifer rose sensuously to her stiletto-heeled feet. “You wore a miniskirt to work today?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Panties?”

“No, Mistress,” Jennifer said. “You commanded me to stop wearing underwear of all kinds. So I didn’t wear a bra or panties.”

Erica smiled, giving Jennifer the warm fuzzies. Maybe it wasn’t going to go down badly after all. Maybe Erica was truly happy with her.

“Strip.”

Jennifer didn’t hesitate. Her mistress commanded her to strip, so she immediately pulled her stretchy top off. The men all perked up when her high, firm tits came into view. She felt her nipples tighten up, become a little more aroused and erect. Despite stripping, it felt a little warmer as her body heated up and prepared itself for the inevitable. With bated breath, the billionaire babe slowly unzipped her skirt, and wiggled her hips to put on more of a show as she pushed the skirt down over her well-rounded hips, and then down her long, toned legs.

“Take off the shoes, too,” Erica said. Jennifer kicked the sexy pumps off her feet, and then stood at attention before her mistress and the lustful eyes of all the Sambino men. A wicked little smile tugged at Erica’s full red lips as she placed the small suitcase before her slavegirl. “Excellent, my pet. Now open the suitcase, and then put on the outfit inside.”

The naked billionaire babe knelt and carefully laid the suitcase on its side. Then she popped open the two spring-loaded latches. She noticed Erica stiffening, eyes widening. So Jennifer’s own heart skipped a beat as she opened the suitcase.

“Oh,” Jennifer gasped, everything starting to spin.

The suitcase held her Ms Patriot costume. Or a damned good replica. Everything was there: Blue mask, red and white striped bustier, blue star-spangled shorts, and even the red opera gloves and red thigh boots.

“Put. It. On,” Erica commanded.

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, heart thundering in her chest.

Jennifer stood as she lifted out the blue thong-like short-shorts first. She stepped into the skimpy garment, and snugged it up tightly. Erica’s eyes brightened, an excited look of expectation spreading across her lovely face. Seeing that, Jennifer licked her lips, and then put on the red, stiletto-heeled thigh boots. Next, she put on the red and white bustier, with Big Mike helping to zip it up. Erica started nodding.

Licking her lips, while slanting a worried look at her mistress, Jennifer pulled on her red opera gloves, before tying the golden choker around her throat. Erica reached past her to remove the mask from the suitcase.

“We’ll skip the power belt,” Erica said, moving up close. The shorter brunette lifted up Ms Patriot’s mask, pressed it to Jennifer’s face, and then stepped back. “Perfect! I was right! You are Ms Patriot.”

Jennifer didn’t know what to say or do. Her thoughts were pure chaos. So she dropped to her knees before Erica.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said breathlessly. “I am Ms Patriot. And I am your obedient slave.”

Erica pulled a leash and collar out of the suitcase, and then motioned to Big Mike. The big mobster quickly pulled shackles out of the suitcase and locked them around Ms Patriot’s ankles. The chain between her legs was the perfect length for a hobble. She didn’t resist when he pulled her arms back, and then bound her left wrist to her right elbow, and the right wrist to the left elbow. That’s when Erica stepped up and locked a silver and black steel slave collar around Ms Patriot’s slender throat. The world “Slave” was emblazoned right on the front.

“Stand,” Erica commanded, after retrieving a riding crop from the now empty suitcase. Ms Patriot obeyed, but teetered atop her tall heels. “Where is the legendary Patriot Cave?”

Ms Patriot hesitated. Trembling. She knew it was over. Her last hope, her only hope, was now gone. Erica knew her secret identity. Jennifer no longer had any options, but one. Obedience.

“About a hundred feet below us, Mistress.”

With that admission, Ms Patriot felt as if a burden was lifted off her shoulders. She’d made her decision. No more fighting her fate. It was all out of her hands anyway.

“How do we get to it?”

Was that Ms Patriot’s last secret? To the victor go the spoils, so Ms Patriot told her.

“Th-The entrance is through a secret passage in my closet, Mistress.”

“Excellent,” Erica said. “Dino.”

Erica’s driver-slash-bodyguard hurried up to Ms Patriot. He pulled a red ball gag out of his suit pocket, and then forced it into Ms Patriot’s mouth. He forced the rubber ball between her teeth, which stretched her jaw out to the max.

“I love the look of a bound, hobbled, and ball-gagged super heroine,” Dino said. “Especially when she’s on a leash and slave collar.”

“Big Mike, bring Omega Girl along,” Erica said. She held the leash taut, and tapped Ms Patriot’s sensitive pussy with the riding crop. “Ms Patriot is going to give us a guided tour of her Patriot Cave.”

Erica led Ms Patriot up the stairs, and to her master bedroom. Big Mike carried poor bound and gagged Omega Girl over his shoulder. Some of the men remained downstairs on guard, while the bulk of the Sambino goons followed them up. Ms Patriot cringed. Despite knowing she would never escape her slavery, the heroine still didn’t want everyone to know her secrets.

They passed through the huge master bedroom, past Jennifer’s large bed. She wondered how long it would be before she was in that bed with one or more Sambino goons. Or were they going to take her on the hard concrete floor of the Patriot Cave?

Erica made Ms Patriot take the lead into the closest, perhaps expecting traps. She walked straight up to the bookshelf/hidden door without hesitation. Erica removed her ball gag at that time, letting it hang around her neck. Since her arms remained cruelly bound, Ms Patriot had to tell Erica how to open the hidden door. It slid aside with the soft whisper of hydraulics.

“Oh my Lord,” Erica whispered as she led the way inside. Her eyes were huge as she looked all around at the spare Ms Patriot (and Patriot Girl) costumes and other super heroine paraphernalia. Old, tattered costumes were on mannequins, kind of like battle trophies to remind them of hard-won victories. Past versions of their iconic costumes were on display, too, showing the progression of their heroic fashion. “Big Mike, I want all of this collected. We’ll make a fortune selling it to collectors on the Dark Web.”

Erica headed for the elevator. Everyone fell in behind her. The elevator car proved too small to carry everyone down, so only Erica’s handpicked, most loyal henchmen rode down with her and Ms Patriot. And Big Mike brought Omega Girl.

As soon as they’d reached bottom and stepped out, Erica sent the elevator back up to fetch the rest of her men.

“Wow. I’ve dreamed of this ever since learning there was such a place as the Patriot Cave,” Erica said, looking all around. Everything was red, white, and blue, with lots of white, five-pointed stars. There were computers, monitors, flat-screen TVs mounted on the walls, and even the Patriot Mobil and several Patriot motorcycles stood ready and waiting. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

Erica removed the leash from Ms Patriot’s collar. Then she unzipped and pulled off the bound and helpless heroine’s bustier. Ms Patriot began to pant, her insides getting hotter and mushier with every second.

“Okay, boys,” Erica said. “Two bubble-titted bimbos, all yours to play with. Have at it.”

Instead of being thrown on the floor and gangbanged immediately, like Ms Patriot fully expected, the two heroines were forced to their knees facing each other. Dino stripped off Ms Patriot’s shorts, while Big Mike stripped Omega Girl down to just her mask, boots, and gloves.

“Make out,” Big Mike commanded. “And make it sexy.”

The two vanquished heroines were pushed together, their big tits squashed against each other. Ms Patriot’s glossy red lips parted slowly, as her head tilted to the right. Omega Girl mirrored her, and they groaned in unison as their warm red lips melted together.

They kissed, moaned, and groaned as passion quickly consumed their Valkyrie hearts and bodies. Ms Patriot had never considered herself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual, but Goddess, how she loved lipstick kisses! No man could kiss like a woman.

Ms Patriot broke free of Omega Girl’s lips, and then kissed her way down to the other heroine’s boobs. She smothered Omega Girl’s tits with kisses, before sucking in an erect, sensitive nipple.

“Ooooh,” Omega Girl groaned.

Ms Patriot tugged on her cruel arm bindings, feeling such frustration with her inability to hold, caress, and fondle the other captured heroine’s body. And such a gorgeous body, too. So she used her superior size to force Omega Girl to her back.

“Sixty-nine,” Ms Patriot gasped out, starting to feel a little crazy again as passion consumed her.

“I’ve never done this with another woman,” Omega Girl gasped out.

“Just do what I do,” Ms Patriot said.

The Champion of Justice straddled Omega Girl’s face, before she ground her achy, throbbing pussy against the other heroine’s mouth. Once Omega Girl started sucking and licking, so Grimme City’s now ex-Champion of Justice buried her face between the other vanquished heroine’s legs.

“Mmmmgh,” both moaned as they ate each other out.

Ms Patriot hungrily lapped up Omega Girl’s pussy juices, savoring her taste. Then she alternated between sucking on and licking those fleshy folds, tonguing her hot, wet hole, and tormenting Omega Girl’s super-sensitive clit. Omega Girl followed her lead, giving as good as she got. The sexiest sensations rippled through their overheated, statuesque bodies as they became more and more obsessed and consumed with their mutual lovemaking.

It wasn’t long before the hapless beauties were wiggling, writhing, and bucking. They moaned and groaned, gasped and cried out in pleasure. Soon, both women were mindlessly fucking, driving each other crazy.

Despite her protests to the contrary, Omega Girl proved quite adept at cunnilingus. She had Ms Patriot’s body squirming, throbbing, aching for release. And then she felt it, that wonderful surge to climax. Ms Patriot redoubled her efforts to get Omega Girl off, even as her partner pushed her over the top.

“Aaaaaggh!” Ms Patriot cried, her body erupting with pulsing euphoria.

A moment later, Omega Girl answered in kind. “Aaaaagggh! Oh, Goddess! Aaaaagh!”

That was the cue the Sambino thugs were waiting for. Ms Patriot was dragged off Omega Girl, before Dino impaled her pussy on his big dick. Big Mike crawled up between Omega Girl’s legs and mounted her. Both women grunted and groaned, minds still as the Curse consumed them once and for all.

“Ms Patriot,” Erica said, suddenly right there and whispering in the heroine’s ear. “You will help me lure Purple Avenger, Justice Star, and Ninja Girl into a trap. Together, we will capture Grimme City’s last three super heroines.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ms Patriot gasped out. “I obey.”