Ms Patriot: Undercover (Chapter 20) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 20

One month later, Sambino Estate game room….

Erica stood before the back wall, and admired her new battle trophies. Every single one of Grimme City’s super heroines’ costumes was arrayed across that wall, from masks to boots – Objects of Power included. Above that delicious display was a bronze plate that pronounced, in large golden letters: Ultimate Victory Achieved!

Soft, feminine grunts and gasps filled the rest of the game room. Without hurry, Erica turned to watch eight super heroines and a hot Latina sorceress doing a decidedly different kind of magic. To remind everyone that they were all fallen heroines, the women continued to wear expertly-crafted facsimiles of their gloves and boots. No masks. Even Giselle was all decked out in golden, stiletto-heeled gladiator boots and golden opera gloves.

The dark-haired beauty smiled with wicked glee at the ex-heroines’ new tramp stamps. One and all had a fresh new tattoo on the small of their backs: red heart with “Slave” written straight across. Above and below, in stylized lettering, were the words ‘Property of’ and ‘Erica Sambino.’

“I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with slavegirls,” she muttered as she watched their erotic activities.

Ms Patriot was bouncing up and down on Big Mike’s lap, giving him reverse cowgirl. Giselle was on her knees, face buried in Dino’s lap, slurping loudly and occasional crying out in Spanish (or maybe Portuguese – Erica couldn’t tell the difference, but vaguely recalled the sorceress was supposed to be Brazilian). Purple Avenger was on all fours, taking it up the ass and down the throat at the same time, while Uber Woman was getting it the same way, just while standing and bent over. Uber Girl lay on her back atop the pool table, while a Sambino thug pounded into her tight pussy. Omega Girl lay on the floor and flat on her belly, getting her butt reamed out by big, brutal Alex. Silver Angel was sandwiched between two men, her silver-booted feet hanging over the shoulders of the man in front of her while he fucked her raw. The other man was reaming out her ass at the same time, and they already had the ex-heroine screaming her latest orgasm. Meanwhile, Justice Star was riding another man sprawled on the floor, while another fucked her ass, and yet another skull-fucked her.

Somehow, Justice Star always ends up in a foursome, Erica thought. She’s even sluttier than Ms P.

It was the most beautiful sight Erica could imagine. If only her father had lived long enough to see her success. He’d be so proud of her.

“I did it all for you, daddy,” she whispered, glancing at the framed portrait hanging not so far away from the costume display. “The super heroines who sent you away to die in prison have paid, and paid dearly.”

And now they all belonged to her, perfectly loyal and obedient slave-minions. After a month of mental conditioning, each and every one of them would die for her. Perfectly brainwashed and turned to evil, Grimme City’s champions were Erica’s to command. And she had some big commands in mind, too.

Starting now.

“Ladies!” Erica shouted. “Now!”

Without hesitation, the mind-controlled beauties all stopped their debauchery, and turned on their sexual partners. In a flash, they beat the men down and went after the others waiting their turn to fuck them. Within minutes, all of Erica’s thugs were unconscious. 

“Bind and gag them,” Erica said.

“Good for the goose, good for the gander,” Ms Patriot said with a smirk on her lovely face as she obeyed.

The men were all bound hand and foot, gagged, and dragged to the base of the trophy wall. While Erica’s other slave-minions lined the men up, Ms Patriot, Purple Avenger, and Uber Woman opened up small cases of drugs. According to them, they could mix up a cocktail that would wipe away any memory they wanted – very useful when they got unmasked during their innumerable ‘setbacks’ fighting crime.

“Wipe away all memories they have of me committing crimes,” Erica said. “But leave them with memories of their worst crimes, if you can, and a deep regret. I want them to feel profound guilt, and a desire to pay for their crimes.”

“No problem, Mistress,” Ms Patriot said. “It should take about an hour to do them all.”

“Excellent,” Erica replied. “Afterwards, I want you to dump them near police stations around the city. Make sure their guilt is so overwhelming they make a beeline straight to the cops to confess.”

Once the cocktail of drugs were ready, Erica ordered the men slapped awake. They looked shocked and confused, one and all.

“Sorry, boys, but I ran the numbers, and you’ve all turned out to be more trouble than you’re worth,” Erica said. “My loyal femme fatales are stronger, faster, and more effective than you, without my needing to pay them a cent. So the Sambino Family is going all female as of now.”

~**~**~

Later that night, after all of the former henchmen were dumped off…

“Well done, my pets,” Erica said.

Her slave-minions now knelt before her in their full super heroine costumes, including masks and Objects of Power. Ms Patriot knelt in the middle of the line, with Purple Avenger to her left, followed by Silver Angel, Justice Star, and Omega Girl. To Ms Patriot’s right knelt Uber Woman, Uber Girl, Ninja Girl, and Giselle. Apart from their submissive positions, they all looked pretty damn heroic.

That was a problem. One Erica was more than willing to amend herself.

She glanced at the nine cardboard boxes stacked next to the couch. They had arrived while her sexy super-slaves were all out dumping her male ex-henchmen around the city. Excitement began to build within the lovely mob boss as she called them to attention.

“Ladies, you are no longer super heroines,” Erica said. “You are my obedient minions. It is time you looked the part. So I’ve taken the liberty to have new costumes designed and tailored.”

She picked the first one off the stack, read the label, and handed it to Silver Angel. The rest were quickly handed out to the remaining heroines, and the busty mobster watched them open the boxes and examine their new looks. The heroines all looked doubtful at first, but she saw little smiles and smirks starting to pop up. Ms Patriot even nodded.

“Change into your new costumes.”

They all stood up and started stripping, without hesitation or shame. Those skimpy costumes didn’t take long to remove. Ms Patriot finished stripping first, and started to don her new, darker colors. She pulled the strapless black leather “leotard” (trimmed in gold) up her long legs first, before snugging it into place. Erica stepped forward to help zip her up in the super snug outfit. After she fluffed up her tits, Ms Patriot pulled on the black fishnet hose, attaching them to the garters hanging off the leotard. Then she put on her new black patent thigh boots. A solid gold slave collar went around her neck next, followed by her new black domino mask. She pulled on her black opera gloves last.

“Put on your power belt,” Erica commanded. “I had a nice little gift included.”

As Ms Patriot did so, she gave a little start. The familiar power belt, golden as before, now sported a matching holster. A spotless Colt M1911, with what looked like ivory grips, rode inside.

“Big Mike collected these as a hobby,” Erica said as the fallen heroine drew the pistol out and looked it over. To the mob boss’s delight, there was no hint of revulsion or distaste. “I think this one came from one of Eisenhower’s boys.”

“It’s lovely, Mistress,” Ms Patriot said, eyes positively shining. “Lovely, and All-American.”

With a nod, the beautiful mob boss turned to Purple Avenger. The lovely African-American’s look was a complete change, style-wise. Erica wasn’t a fan of bikini costumes, so she’d given the ex-heroine a deep, darkest purple midriff-baring corset, with black lacing up the front. A tiny pleated miniskirt encircled her flaring hips, with a flimsy purple thong to cover her sex. Everything else was black: mask, opera gloves, fishnet pantyhose, and thigh boots. A solid silver slave collar encircled her throat, with her silver power belt around her waist.

That belt came with a holster as well. Inside was a fearsome-looking stainless steel Ruger, which the African-American beauty handled with considerable interest.

“Hottest gun in the ghetto right now,” Erica said, brows wagging mischievously. “Or so I’ve heard.”

Purple Avenger just smirked. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Justice Star looked at Ms Patriot and Purple Avenger, then frowned at her own costume. Erica had decided to keep the cut and theme the same. Only her leotard’s blue parts were now black, with the red strips now purple, and the white stars and stripes gray. Her mask, opera gloves, and thigh boots were all black. Since her object of power was a silver pinky ring under her glove, Erica had given her a silver slave collar.

Since Justice Star had no power belt, her holster was attached to the side of her right boot, instead. Inside was a well-oiled Walther PPS M2, sleek enough to almost completely fit in the palm of her hand.

“It looks great on you, Justice Star,” Erica said. “Kneel.”

Ms Patriot and Purple Avenger had knelt without prompting. The others were still dressing. Erica noticed Silver Angel was almost finished dressing, so approached her next.

Silver Angel’s all-silver, almost blinding costume definitely had to go. Erica dressed her up in all black leather bustier and thongs, trimmed in blood red. Black fishnet pantyhose sheathed her long legs, with black thigh boots on her feet. Her mask and opera gloves were now blood red. Yeah, she now looked the darkest and wickedest of the bunch – and anyone who still had doubts only needed to take one look at her pitch-black Tokarev TT-33.

Almost at the same time, Giselle finished dressing, and started posing sexily for her mistress. The woman was even over-the-top outrageous as a sex slave. Erica grinned as she shook her head, but still looked the sorceress over with a critical eye. Since she’d never had a true costume, Erica had almost skipped her over entirely. In the end, though, she’d compromised by having the gorgeous Latina wear the skimpiest of black bikini tops, with a silky little double-slitted skirt that dropped to her ankles and displayed her beautiful legs perfectly. Shiny satin opera gloves and red patent thigh boots finished out her costume.

As before, Giselle was the only one of them to wear any “extra” jewelry, and she wore a lot. Almost every piece was a talisman: big silver hoop earrings, lots of bangles on both wrists, and a ring on each finger. Even more tellingly, she didn’t wear a gun, but a wickedly curved knife at her hip.

“You look dazzling, my pet.”

“Thank you, Amante Erica,” Giselle said with enthusiasm. “I love to obediently please.”

Erica stared at her a moment, and then shook her head as she turned to Omega Girl. The rookie heroine stood before her with her hands behind her back and a big, hopeful smile on her face. Like Justice Star’s costume, Erica had kept Omega Girl’s costume basically the same, only changing up the colors. The blue mask, mini-dress (with a proud new holster sporting a snub-nosed Colt Detective Special), opera gloves, and ankle boots were all black now. Her omega symbol – Ω – was now silver to match her solid silver choker, now slightly altered to be a slave collar. She had to keep that piece wholly intact, since it was her Object of Power.

On the other hand, Erica had completely changed up Uber Girl’s costume. Gone were the white and pink, replaced with black and purple. Even the style of the costume had been changed. Uber Girl now wore a black leotard with a big round boob window, trimmed in purple. Purple garters hung off the leotard to hold up black fishnet stockings. Her mask, opera gloves, and thigh boots were all rich purple; all the better to complement the shiny black Walther CCP in her right hand.

“You look like a cross between Ms Patriot and Purple Avenger,” Erica said. “I hereby declare you no longer a sidekick, Uber Girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress!”

Next, Uber Woman stood up before her mistress, looking for approval in her lovely blue eyes. The platinum blonde ex-heroine slowly turned before Erica to show off her new costume. She looked stunning in her black leather midriff corset, with hot pink lacing up the front. Erica had replaced her bright pink short-shorts with a darker hot pink pair of latex leggings, stuffed into black thigh boots. Her mask and opera gloves were also black, while her slave collar was silver; in her left hand was another Walther PPQ M2 Q5, larger and heavier than Uber Girl’s, serving as one last reminder of their former relationship.

“I look more like a dominatrix than a heroine,” Ninja Girl said, walking up with a clatter of stilettos. Despite her words, the gorgeous Asian looked rather pleased. “Are you going to give me a whip, Mistress?”

“Maybe,” Erica said, and laughed. “But that probably won’t be much use in a firefight.”

Ninja Girl looked super sexy in her shiny black latex catsuit and knee boots costume. It zipped up the front, but the sexy little minx had only zipped it up just above her pubic patch. The suit was paired with a black mask, gloves, and power belt, along with a New Nambu revolver. Her collar was silver, because Erica planned to change her power belt to silver later.

“Now you girls look every inch the fatale as well as femme,” Erica said.

Once she’d made sure every hair was in place, Erica ordered them to stuff their old costumes into the empty boxes, and stack them next to the couch. Then they once again knelt in a line before the dark-haired mobster. The mistress’s brown eyes narrowed.

Now it was time for her to truly secure her position as Grimme City’s Boss of Bosses. And she knew the best way to show the other Families what would happen to them if they defied her. 

“Okay, my lovely pets, I have your first job,” Erica said. “Tonight I want you to train with your lovely new toys until you can plug a man with your eyes closed. In forty-eight hours, you are going to launch a full-blown raid on the Vitale Family. I want you to drag Boss Vitale here, and throw him on his knees before me.”

“We hear and obey, Mistress,” they said in unison.

The End

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