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Patriette: Playing Solitaire

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril

By Don Ship

The Witching Hour, Halloween night in Grimme City…

Autumn be damned. It was a hot, sultry night. A night Ms Liberty had ordered her sexy teenage sidekick to stay home. Patriette’s mentor had another obligation that night, one that would completely eat up her patrol time. Per Grimme City custom, that meant her perky protégé couldn’t suit up and go out, either.

Technically speaking.

“It’s a crazy night,” Patriette whispered, baby blues rising up to stare at the full white moon as she pressed against her blue mask to ensure it was nice, snug, and securely adhering to her face. “Ooh, a Hunter’s Moon. That’s practically a request to hit the streets.”

Technically speaking, Patriette had kept her word and stayed home on October 31st. She went out clubbing as Jenny Jade, but she didn’t transform into Patriette until 12:01 AM on November 1st. So she was still a good girl.

Patriette dropped to one knee atop the roof of Club GaGa, peering at the crowd below. Grimme City’s top dance club was throwing its customary Halloween bash. That included the parking lot next door, as well as the street. Indeed, it wasn’t the only club with a DJ out on the street.

As her eighteen-year-old alter-ego, Patriette was too young to patronize Club GaGa. But anyone could participate in the street party, since alcohol was only officially served inside. In fact, she kinda regretted her choice to suit up for the night. The partygoers below looked to be having a great time dancing to the upbeat techno music.

“Oh well, a heroine’s lot is exciting enough, I guess,” she said, and giggled. Exciting didn’t begin to describe her brief time as Grimme City’s newest rookie super heroine. Just thinking about all she’d been through, and her sexy setbacks, left her a little breathless. “Anyway, I already got two hours in at the party.”

Jenny had arrived at the party at ten, two hours earlier. Gone in wearing a sexed-up French Maid costume, and then partied like a hot French girl until it was time to get down to crook-busting business. Two hours of frantic, dancing glory had left her nicely warmed up to get down and dirty with the city’s real bad boys.

A short magical phrase that her undead mistress gave her had transformed the gorgeous, raven-maned heiress into Patriette. It was a handy little charm, since her heroine persona didn’t look anything like Miss Jenny Jade. As Patriette, she had long pinkish-purple hair, stood five-foot-seven, and had a really nice set of tits. Okay, so that part hadn’t much changed.

“Well, hello there, bad boys,” she muttered, a wicked little grin stretching her full red lips. She wagged her brows, body tingling with anticipation. “Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do when Patriette comes after you?”

Below, a pair of female partygoers had staggered away and headed toward a nearby parking lot. The two young beauties wore skimpy Halloween costumes: the blonde was decked out in a hot pink Playboy Bunny outfit, and the redhead looked just as spectacular as a sexy pirate lass. The two “bad boys” had slinked out of the night shadows and started to follow the staggering, giggling girls.

Yeah, not looking good for those unwary beauties.

Patriette shook her head. They should know better. Grimme City had the highest crime rate in the country, if not the world. Even going out in pairs wasn’t safe for young women after dark.

Standing, Patriette paused to adjust her red-white-and-blue flag-themed bikini costume and the red power belt around her hips. Silver and red bracers protected her forearms, with a five-point star over her wrist. A blue choker and matching stiletto knee boots finished out her costume. She rather liked dressing so patriotically. As far as she was concerned, red, white, and blue were the best super heroine colors ever.

Striding across Club GaGa’s flat, rocky roof, she moved to the edge overlooking the unlit parking lot below. The lot on the other side of the club was always well-lit, but that was currently being used as an improvised dance floor.

Patriette’s baby blues quickly located the drunken women as they reached their car. The men were on them in a flash, pressing wadded-up white cloths over their victims’ mouths and noses. The sidekick yelped, not expecting them to move so fast or use chloroform.

I hate chloroform, she thought, remembering all the times miscreants had used it on her. Almost enough times to fill a scrapbook. I’ll have to be careful.

The two drunk girls went under fast. So fast Patriette wondered if they might be Valkyrie-descended like herself. The blonde was thrown over one bad boy’s shoulder, while the redhead was lifted up limply in the other’s arms. That, ironically, gave Patriette a clear plan of attack.

Their arms are full, she thought, and then noticed how they’d just dropped the chloroform rags on the ground like common litter. “Fools.”

She watched and waited as they made their way to a four-door sedan across the parking lot, and then popped the trunk. The sidekick briefly wondered if that trunk was large enough to stuff both women in, but didn’t dare waste any more time. She took a running start, and launched herself off the roof.

“Halt in the name of justice!” she screamed as she arched through the air.

Ka-Boom!

Patriette landed atop the bad guys’ car. The impact instantly caved in the roof. Not stopping to admire her work, the sexy sidekick rolled off and dropped into a defensive stance. The two men gawked at her, mouths open.

“You look ridiculous,” she said, and kicked the closest man in the chin, brutally. snapping his mouth shut. “That’s for drooling on my boots.”

Dropping low, she swept his feet away. The other thug quickly regained his wits and attacked, taking wild swings at her. But Patriette ducked and dodged, avoiding his fists easily enough.

“You fight like a girl,” the busty sidekick taunted.

“Bitch,” he growled, flicked open a switchblade, and then lunged at her.

Patriette dove to the ground at his feet and rolled between his legs, sending the bad guy tumbling to the ground. She rolled back onto her feet in an instant, and rushed over to stomp down on his head. That drove his face into the hard asphalt, and he instantly went limp.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, looking from one man to the other. Then she pulled out her phone and called a special number. A police dispatcher answered. “Hello, this is Patriette. I need police and medical assistance. I’ve apprehended two kidnappers who chloroformed a pair of innocent young women.”

A dozen squad cars arrived within minutes, along with fire department paramedics shortly thereafter. Most of the cops fawned over Patriette, while paramedics looked at the two victims and finally took them to the hospital for observation. Patriette gave her statement on an electronic tablet, and got the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

She left with five phone numbers of interested cops, which she immediately deleted off her phone. I swear, the Grimme City PD has the horniest cops in the world. Give a girl a break for once!

She glanced up at the full moon. It was still the witching hour, at least for a little while longer. The sidekick straddled her red-white-and-blue racing bike and paused to consider her options. Go home before some moon-struck lunatic sank his claws in her? Or stay on patrol at least until the Witching Hour passed?

“Or,” she thought, a wicked little grin spreading across her masked face. Her baby blues turned toward the dark residential neighborhood right next to the River District. “Go Trick or Treating on Solitaire.”

Solitaire lived in the middle of Grimme City’s oldest and most exclusive neighborhood, River Oaks. Patriette considered that bastion of wealth and privilege where the bluest of bluebloods lived. Where the Norman vampire Solitaire had lived for centuries.

Solitaire. The beautiful vampire was kinda sorta Jenny’s mistress. She’d bitten the hot little heiress twice, which meant a damn deep hold on Jenny’s psyche. Jenny could steer her psyche clear easily enough, but did she really want to avoid Solitaire and her bed?

You know I love playing solitaire…

Cards aside, Patriette’s heart rate ramped up just thinking about the sexy vampire. Ms Liberty had warned her to avoid even thinking about their mistress if she could help it. Her mentor worried that Solitaire could feel it when one of her “pets” so much as thought about her. And the vampire could Call any of her bound women to her at any time. Jenny had been Called a few times, and knew it wasn’t a summons she could honestly resist.

“There’s more than one way to play Solitaire,” she whispered, biting her lip. “And I’m feeling very playful right now.” She glanced up at the full moon. “Or maybe just moonstruck crazy.”

Ms Liberty’s warning about “fang addiction” came unbidden to mind. Patriette got all tingly just thinking about the feel of Solitaire’s sharp fangs penetrating her flesh, piercing her neck to suck her hot, rich blood.

Yeah, I can see how that could happen, she thought, and then wagged her brows. But Solitaire has to CATCH me first.

Patriette started her cutting-edge bike, revved the engine a few times, and then toed it into first and took off like a bullet. She plowed into River Oaks like a bullet, racing through those night-shadowed streets lined with multi-million dollar mansions. The closer she got to the middle, the older and larger all the homes and estates became.

Finally, her target came into view. She killed the engine, hit the clutch, and rolled up to the Old Solace Mansion. The busty teen hid her motorcycle in the nearby shrubbery, and then used her super-powered legs to jump over the estate’s surrounding stone walls. She made a three-point landing in the cool grass, immediately looking around with big, excited eyes. Looking for trouble.

“So far, so good,” she muttered.

The red-white-and-blue-costumed sidekick moved swiftly and stealthily across the wooded lawn. She made it to the house without any alarm being set off. But then she spotted her.

Carissa, Patriette thought, recognizing one of Solitaire’s most prominent sexy slave minions. The beautiful blonde was dressed in a sexy witch costume. But she wasn’t out there for Trick or Treats. No, she could only have been posted as a guard against crazy teens trying to sneak inside on a dare. You’re going down, girl.

Patriette moved around behind the beautiful twenty-something with the short blonde bob and long bangs. Carissa put a sassy strut into her patrol, moving as well as a super heroine in sky-high stilettos across the big, dark lawn. The busty sidekick wondered, idly, whether Solitaire used her magic to help her minions out like that.

As she closed with the enslaved beauty, Patriette noticed Carissa was carrying a few interesting items. From her wide belt hung a flogger, a paddle, and a pair of black leather handcuffs. And that was just the back section that Patriette could see clearly. Yeah, a little kinky.

Solitaire made all of her minions a little kinky. And then some.

Rushing up behind Carissa, Patriette threw herself against the back of the blonde’s knees. That made Carissa face-plant, knocking her breath out. In a flash, the sexy sidekick had the minion’s arms pulled back and locked in that very same pair of handcuffs. Then Patriette searched the bound blonde, discovering a ball gag. The ball was bright orange, and marked like a rubber jack-o'-lantern.

I’m so good at being bad, she thought, as she forced the ball gag into Carissa’s mouth. Then aloud, “Sorry, Carissa, but you failed your guard duty test. Our mistress will have to spank your sweet behind.” The sexy sidekick leaned over and kissed the blonde’s ear as Carissa struggled in vain. “You deserve this punishment, because you failed to secure your back side, babe.”

“Glad you agree,” a sexy voice suddenly purred behind Patriette.

Before the statuesque sidekick could react, delicate feminine hands unfastened her power belt and pulled it off. Patriette found herself depowered in a flash. Then her assailant grabbed her long pinkish-purple hair and yanked her straight back and off Carissa.

A dark shape in all black rolled the discombobulated sidekick onto her belly, yanked her arms back, and handcuffed her wrists together within a single heartbeat. Then removed the ball gag from Carissa’s mouth, and stuffed it into Patriette’s.

“Hmmggh! Hmmgggh!” Patriette protested, wiggling helplessly on the cool grass. A moment later, shackles were snapped around her booted ankles. “Uh oh.”

“Uh, yeah,” her captor purred into her ear. “Gotcha, heroine. Not so smug now, are you?”

Carissa rolled Patriette over onto her back and grinned down at her.

“As you can see, I did secure my back, Miss Patri-fucktoy,” Carissa sneered. “I was the bait, and you took it hook, line, and handcuffs.”

The minion’s cohort in crime moved up into the moonlight. She wore a black leather catsuit and hooded cloak; the hood soon came off to reveal Tiffany. The blue-eyed redhead was another of Solitaire’s full-time sex slave minions, and rumored to be a “failed” heroine. Tiffany had drawn a cat’s nose and whiskers on her lovely face, and wore cat ears atop her head.

“We tricked you, Patriette,” Tiffany said, looking so damned mischievous. “Now we are going to treat ourselves to your hot little booty.”

Patriette screamed into her gag, while they pulled the bikini costume off her writhing body. The beautiful sidekick did her best to wiggle free, but they proved determined. And way too excited to give up their treat.

They TRICKED me, Patriette thought dismally. And now I am their TREAT!

Carissa quickly straddled Patriette’s waist and started playing with her tits. She started by gently slapping the sidekick’s large, firm tits back and forth, making them jiggle. Then she took a moment to pinch, pull, and twist Patriette’s sensitive nipples until they were each dark pink and rock hard.

“Ooooh, baby, heroines always like it rough,” Carissa purred. “But who doesn’t?”

The blonde beauty lowered her face into Patriette’s boobs, motorboating the younger girl, nibbling and nuzzling her. She smothered the sidekick’s tits with kisses, sucking on the vulnerable nipples and sending the most amazing feelings through Patriette’s increasingly responsive body. Once Patriette’s struggles faded, Carissa removed the ball-gag.

“Mmmm,” they moaned when their lips melted together in a deep, passionate kiss.

Patriette opened the blonde’s mouth with her own, and thrust her tongue in. Carissa responded as expected, and they French kissed for the longest time, while the blonde continued to fondle the sidekick. And then Carissa slipped off to lie beside her, while one hand slipped down between the teenage heroine’s thighs.

“Oooooh,” Patriette sighed.

Carissa had a sweet touch, and her delicate fingers quickly aroused the poor sidekick’s pussy, making it hot, wet, and achy with need.

“This cunt’s is sopping wet,” Carissa purred. “Oh baby. She likes me. She really likes me.”

Tiffany giggled. “Which cunt are you talking about? Patriette? Or just her plumbing?”

Carissa gave the bound beauty’s neck a lick. “Both.”

“Bitch,” Patriette gasped out, back bowing as she tried to deal with all the sexy sensations rippling through her hot, sweaty body.

Patriette’s mind began to feel numb, sluggish, as her body became more and more aroused, eager, needy. She started thrusting her hips up, grinding her tingling pussy against Carissa’s talented hand. The most wonderful sensations spiraled up into her now overheated body.

“Oh no,” Patriette gasped out, baby blues wide. She felt it. Her body crossed a line, and that heady rise to climax started building. Carissa’s swirling fingertips pushed her closer and closer, faster and faster. “Oh Goddess! I’m… I’m… I’m coming!”

Patriette’s insides erupted with pure euphoria.

“Aaaaagggh!”

Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her overheated body, making her writhe and buck. Her captor hung on tight, claimed her lips in another passionate kiss, and continued to rub it out until the sexy sidekick went limp, completely spent.

“You’re welcome,” the blonde whispered in her ear. “Now buck up, babe, because Tiffany has a Halloween treat for you, too.”

The panting sidekick’s eyes fluttered open to find Tiffany standing over her wearing a strap-on, with a ginormous black dildo. Like the ball-gag, the dildo’s head was painted to look like a jack-o'-lantern. So creepy. Yet…

“Oh no,” Patriette whispered, heart begin to ramp up again. “It’s too big!”

“No, sweetie, it’s just right,” Tiffany purred, wagging her brows. “I think a big bad heroine like you can handle it.”

Carissa and Tiffany quickly removed the shackles, forced Patriette’s legs wide, and then the redhead dropped to her knees between those satiny thighs. The sidekick’s baby blues locked on the strap-on, which Tiffany expertly guided to her still-quivering pussy. She swirled it around Patriette’s slick nether lips, before getting nestled in and pressed against her entrance. Then Tiffany locked eyes with the helpless heroine.

“Happy Halloween, Patriette,” she said, and thrust in hard and deep.

Patriette felt that penetration profoundly. That monster strap-on spread her little hole so wide. Past the point of pain wide. Oh, she’d experienced bigger dicks, but not by much. And the hard rubber felt different from a real cock, but not necessarily any worse. Yeah, it felt amazing. Too good for her own good.

“Ugggh! Oooooh. Ooooh,” Patriette cried, eyes rolling. “Oh, so big. So big.”

Tiffany was good. That girl knew how to use the strap-on to best effect, and quickly had the already aroused teen sidekick bucking and crying out like an animal. Patriette’s mind went blank as her world shrank down to that amazing big dildo thrusting into her deeper and deeper, until it tapped her cervix.

“Oh, hell yes,” Patriette cried, back bowed as another powerful climax consumed her body and mind. “Aaaaagh.”

She bucked and writhed, whipping her face back and forth. The hapless heroine completely lost it during that insane climax.

“Please. Please,” Patriette gasped. Strap-ons never went limp, so Tiffany continued to hump the hell out of her. Oh, how she felt every inch of that monster. “Please release my hands so I can use them.”

“Oh yes, play with my tits, baby,” Tiffany gasped out, thrusting like a crazy woman into the sidekick. “Let her go, Carissa.”

“You sure?”

“Yes!” Tiffany cried impatiently. “Do it.”

The blonde pulled Patriette’s handcuffed wrists out to one side, and struggled to unlock them as everyone bucked, writhed, and struggled in their commingled passion. But one, then the other cuff opened, and Patriette was free.

“Thank you so much,” Patriette gasped out, and then grinned viciously at Tiffany. “Oops, you shouldn’t have done that.”

“Help!” Tiffany cried.

Too late. Patriette wrapped her powerful legs around the redhead, and rolled Tiffany onto her back. Carissa cried out, and started crawling away. The sidekick quickly rolled Tiffany onto her belly, pulled her arms back, and locked them in the just-removed handcuffs. Then she quickly stuffed the ball-gag into Tiffany’s mouth and buckled it down tight before taking off after Carissa.

“Help me! Help me!” the blonde cried as she gained her feet and took off running.

“No help for the wicked, bimbolina,” Patriette sneered after tackling her.

She immediately stripped off Carissa’s black opera gloves, stuffed one into her open mouth, and used the other to tie it into place. Then she dragged the blonde back to Tiffany. She found handcuffs on Tiffany and used them to bind the blonde’s wrists. Then she made them face each other on their knees, before tying their necks together.

“What do we have here?” Patriette asked, pulling the flogger and paddle off Carissa’s belt. “Such naughty little girls.”

Patriette put her power belt back on, and then scowled. Her two forced climaxes had stripped away all of her sexual frustration, so she remained depowered, without fuel for her belt’s magic. After putting her costume back on, she stripped her two captives completely. And then picked up the paddle again.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Carissa,” she taunted. Lifting the paddle high…

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Bad girl. Bad, bad girl.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

She spanked the beautiful blonde until those firm white butt cheeks glowed an angry red. That left Carissa panting through her nose, eyes glazed over, and pussy sopping wet. Patriette quickly rubbed one out, forcing the gorgeous blonde to come fast and hard. Then did it again. Then she dropped the paddle and picked up the flogger, before smiling dreamily at Tiffany.

“You were so catty tonight. Hurt my widdle feelings.”

Patriette put that leather flogger to good use on the sexy redhead. Tiffany gasped and wiggled, but kept the most beatific look spread across her lovely face. Her shapely body trembled like a leaf. The sidekick reached between the redhead’s legs, and found her just as hot and wet as Carissa.

“Such kinky little girls,” she purred, and quickly gave the redhead her own happy ending. “Well, it’s been fun, girls. We’ll have to do this again. Soon. Buh-bye.”

Her capture and all-girl threesome hadn’t dissuaded her in the least. Patriette remained intent on reaching Solitaire. It was important to prove her real potential to the vampire. Fun, too.

Patriette circled the mansion once, noting where all the lights were on. She peeked in the ground floor windows, but found nobody in those rooms. Upstairs, only Solitaire’s bedroom light was on. A plan began to form in the sidekick’s head. Since Carissa had been running toward the back door into the mansion, Patriette decided to try her luck there.

The back door opened into the kitchen, which lay dark and vacant at that hour. Or was it always like that? Did Solitaire even need to eat anything besides fresh blood?

Just like in her own home, Jade Manor, the back servants’ stairs emptied into the kitchen. Patriette quickly entered that dark stairwell, and cringed at how loud her stilettos sounded on the wooden steps. That forced her to tippy-toe up the last half of the stairs.

Romantic guitar music drifted to her from what could only have been Solitaire’s master bedroom. Ms Liberty had once told her the undead sorceress loved Spanish guitar music. Loved to make love to it, too.

It sounds like Solitaire is pleasantly distracted. Good.

Patriette stepped onto the second floor. She knew she’d fucked up the second her foot touched the hardwood. There was a click, and not a stiletto on wood click, either. It sounded like that click came straight out of time and space around her.

“Magic!”

The busty beauty tried to hurl herself back down the stairs. A tumble down a normal flight of hardwood had to be easier than any magical trap Solitaire set. But she proved too slow.

A gnarly green hand appeared out of thin air and seized Patriette’s throat. It jerked her all the way onto the floor, before the creature that bore that hand slowly materialized.

“A hobgoblin?” Patriette asked, mind racing back to half-remembered childhood cartoons.

“Goblin,” he sneered. “Hobgoblins are hideous creatures.”

The goblin stood only five feet tall, with a body like a green, hairless chimp. His face was thin, with a big oily nose and matching chin. Yeah, his profile looked like a crescent moon. His head was bald, with large, swept-back, pointed ears.

He wasn’t one of those skinny, sad Harry Potter goblins, either. His teeth were bared, his eyes hard and merciless. His hand tightened around her throat.

In a blind panic, Patriette batted his hand away, spun, and lashed out at his head with a booted foot. Instead of ducking, the goblin caught her foot, and then twisted it savagely.

“Aaiiee!” she screamed. “You’re going to break it!”

Thankfully, he didn’t do that. Instead, he ripped off her power belt, tossing it down the stairs. Her stars-and-stripes top followed a second later.

“Hey! Stop that,” she cried, and tried to kick him between the legs.

The goblin twisted just enough to take her kick in the thigh. With a mighty heave, he threw Patriette against the wall. She bounced off, head spinning after that impact, whereupon he clotheslined her.

“Ack!” she gagged, clutching her throat. “You asshole. I’m going to – ”

He snatched her up, pulling her face in close. “Asshole? Asshole? I’ll show you asshole.”

The goblin shoved the shapely sidekick face-first into the wall. He held her in place with one hand, while ripping her costume bottoms off with the other. Then he pressed up close behind her.

Patriette’s eyes widened when she felt a ginormous dick forced up between her butt cheeks. More ginormous than any human dick.

“Uh oh,” she gasped out. “Not the butt again.”

He thrust, penetrating her anus. The pain was instant and piercing.

“Ugggh!”

“I knew you’d like that,” he sneered in her ear. “Way you dress.” The goblin’s rough hands seized her wrists, forcing her arms wide, and held them tightly pressed to the wall. And then he began sucking on her neck and shoulder while thrusting hard and fast into her body. “Nothing sweeter than a haughty heroine taken low, forcing her to surrender to her own dark lusts.”

“Have fun…you sick…monster,” Patriette gasped out between thrusts. “Because I’m…going to…kick your ass…when I get free.”

And he had fun, all right. The goblin pounded that ass like a boss. He had the sexy sidekick gasping and crying out, clawing at the wall, kicking her feet. But he stayed on task, not giving her an inch to exploit and escape. Soon her mind shut down again, as her libido ramped up to the max. Patriette bucked and writhed, and then began thrusting her butt back to grind against his cock and balls.

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Yes. YES!”

Patriette’s body erupted. Sweet euphoria washed through her statuesque body in hot waves. Her back bowed, head lolling around, and mind blank. Against all that, he continued to thrust and thrust and thrust, making her orgasm stretch out forever.

And then he suddenly pulled out and came all over her sweet round butt. Patriette sighed, huffing and puffing, and wiggled her butt as shot after shot of hot, viscous cum splashed all across her satiny smooth butt cheeks.

“That is so nasty,” she gasped out. “Pig.”

“No, goblin. Big difference,” he said. The goblin spun Patriette around to face him, and then pushed down on her shoulders. “Now suck me off, super slut.”

“Hey! You have to be nice to me,” she cried, recoiling from the big, wet cock thrust in her face. “I’m one of Solitaire’s girls. So – Mmmggh!”

That huge, nasty cock forced her jaw painfully wide. Goblin thrust all the way in, tapping the back of her throat right away. Patriette’s body and mind tingled as her Curse kicked in anew, and she started sucking. More instinct than anything.

“Mmmm.” Slurp. Ssslurp. “Mmmgggh.”

The stupid goblin held onto her head with both hands, his own head rolled back, as he thrust and thrust into her mouth. Patriette regained a little of her wits, surprised by the speed and ease in which he impaled her mouth, as well as the rancid stench of his genitalia. And his cock tasted vaguely familiar…

Ack! Tastes like my butt hole! So sick.

Patriette’s right hand rose up, wrapped around the base of Goblin’s cock, and started stroking. Her left hand started fondling his big, green balls. He groaned, and thrust harder, faster, deeper into her mouth. Only her hand around his shaft kept him from diving all the way down her throat.

“Let go of my dick, little heroine,” Goblin gasped out. “Deep throat me.”

“Mmmmgh, no,” she said, and gave him the most intense head she could. The busty teenager put everything she had into it. The goblin lifted up on his toes as a low groan escaped his lips. She felt his cock swell a little more, and then hot cum flooded her mouth. So much, so fast, that most of that viscous seed escaped her lips, dribbled down her chin, and splattered all over her heaving chest. “Mmmm, so good.”

“Now that I’ve subdued you, time to turn you over to my mistress.”

Goblin lifted Patriette up and threw her over his shoulder before her sex-addled brain could fathom what he was talking about. Patriette screamed and kicked and pounded on his back, but was helpless without her super strength. He laughed, fondled her butt, and headed for Solitaire’s bedroom door.

“I’m going to kick your butt, goblin! I’m not playing anymore, so you better put me down right now.”

“I will give you to my mistress,” Goblin said. “It is her will.”

Patriette bit her lip. What would Solitaire do to her? Fuck her, duh. But she would find something extra to punish the naughty little sidekick, too. So, BDSM sex, with paddles, whips, or riding crops? Maybe all three? Knowing her vampiric mistress, Solitaire would probably give her to Carissa and Tiffany and all the other full-time slaves after she was finished. It could be days before she escaped Old Solace Mansion, if ever.

Oh, Sweet Justice, I think I fucked up royally this time.

Solitaire’s door opened without Goblin even reaching for the knob. Patriette’s skin goose-fleshed when she felt the static-like tingle of magic. Goblin tensed as he entered, and then carefully slipped the sidekick off his shoulder.

Returned to her feet, Patriette was spun around to face into the room. Her baby blues locked on the scene before her. Solitaire stood there in tight, shiny black leather, head to toe, with Patriette’s beloved mentor bound tightly before her.

This is the THING Ms Liberty couldn’t miss? Patriette thought. Getting her ass reamed out by Solitaire?

Ms Liberty was stripped down to just boots, gloves, and mask. The gorgeous vampire had the statuesque super heroine bent over a chair, collared, and that collar bound to the chair to keep her in place. Her blue-gloved arms were bound behind her back, and a bright blue ball-gag filled her mouth. Patriette noticed a rather large puddle of drool in the seat of the chair.

How long has she been fucking Ms Liberty like that?

“What do we have here, Goblin? A sexy intruder?” Solitaire asked.

She paused with her ginormous strap-on practically balls-deep up Ms Liberty’s anus. Patriette felt her own insides tighten, knowing exactly how that felt. Her own shapely body was still hot, wet, and quivering from everything Goblin had done to her.

“Welcome home, Patriette,” Solitaire purred, while Ms Liberty stared at her sidekick in shock. “My goody bag tonight runneth over.”

“Um, Trick or Treat,” Patriette said, smiling hopefully.

“She broke into the house,” Goblin snarled. “Put up a fight, too. I captured her for you, mistress. Take her!”

Goblin placed his hand on Patriette’s shoulder from behind, and then shoved her toward his vampire mistress. Solitaire jumped back, pulling out of Ms Liberty in doing so. Patriette stumbled forward, her full attention on that huge, flopping strap-on. She thought she was going to plow straight into the vampire, but then the goblin lunged past her, knocking her aside.

“Yikes!” Solitaire cried, eyes huge. She twisted around, barely avoiding the goblin’s wild hands. Hitting the floor, she rolled onto one knee as a spell flew from her glossy red lips. Long delicate fingers drew arcane runes in the air that seemed to glow deepest purple for a few seconds. And then she cast her spell, which bound the goblin up in shining purple tendrils of magic energy. “Nice try, my pet, but you failed again.”

“I’ll get my hands on you one day, vampire,” Goblin sneered. “And then you’ll be mine!”

That just made her raise a brow. A swirling ball of purple magic formed in her right hand. “Obey me, goblin!”

She threw the ball of magic square into his chest. Goblin screamed in frustration, back bowed. The magic grew and totally cocooned his writhing, bucking body for the longest time. Eventually, Goblin stopped fighting and relaxed. Defeated.

“You are mine to command,” Solitaire said, looking so smug.

The magic dissipated, leaving the goblin panting on the floor. He struggled up onto his knees before the beautiful vampire, and glared at her with pure hatred.

“I am yours to command,” he croaked out.

Patriette glanced at the door, and then at Ms Liberty, still struggling to break free of her bindings. Without her Object of Power, the beautiful super heroine had no chance of escaping the vampire’s ropes. A plan began to form in the sidekick’s head to save her mentor and herself.

“Mistress, please forgive me,” Patriette said, rushing up to the vampire. She dropped to her knees, bent over, and kissed the toe of Solitaire’s patent leather thigh boots. “I was just having a little Halloween fun.”

Rising up on her knees, Patriette lifted her chin and offered her full, soft lips. Solitaire smiled knowingly, leaned over, and kissed her. For a second, the busty teen actually lost herself in that sensuous lipstick kiss. But when Solitaire shifted back to break from the kiss, Patriette made her move.

Seizing the vampire, the sidekick threw herself backwards. Her booted feet came up to catch Solitaire, and Patriette used momentum, arms, and legs to flip Solitaire over and onto the goblin. The goblin’s arms immediately encircled his hated mistress.

“I got you!”

“No!” Solitaire screamed. “NO!”

She tried to summon magic, but it was too late. The goblin claimed her with a bite to the neck. Solitaire’s spectacular body stiffened, stretched out, and her back bowed as she let out a long, low moan.

“Vampire, you are mine!”

“Master, I am yours.”

Goblin lifted Solitaire over his head with both hands, bellowed in victory, and then threw her into the nearby bed. Patriette’s heart skipped a beat.

What have I done? Patriette wondered, mind racing. I only wanted to help Ms Liberty! What have I unleashed on the world?

Patriette knew instinctively that she was no match for the goblin without her power belt. She needed help. Ms Liberty had to be released, and then together they could take Goblin down.

“With my seed, I will consummate my ultimate power over you, vampire!” Goblin cried, ripping Solitaire’s leather dominatrix costume right off her body. Patriette froze and watched him press her into the bed, slip between her wide-spread legs, and MOUNT the sexy vampire. “Yes! How does it feel to be thoroughly dominated, Solitaire?”

“Mggh! Hhggghh!” Ms Liberty screamed into her ball-gag.

Patriette rushed over to untie her. First, she freed the older heroine’s wrists. Then she dropped to her knees to unbuckle the leather cuffs binding her booted legs to the chair, while Ms Liberty freed herself from the hated collar. By the time Patriette had both of her mentor’s ankles freed, Ms Liberty was pulling the ball-gag out of her mouth.

“Goddess, I hate ball-gags the most!”

“Ms Liberty, how do we save Solitaire from the goblin?”

They both turned to stare at the bed. Goblin was balls-deep inside the bucking vampire. Solitaire looked lost in sexual bliss, the magic she relied upon now her prison. For a second, Patriette wondered if they should even try to save Solitaire. She was a vampire, and a powerful sorceress, capable of laying waste to the whole city. And, by her very nature, evil to the core. Yet, she was one of the rare few that tried to suppress that nature, and even help the world by creating super heroines.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, master… FUCK ME!” Solitaire screamed. “I’m coming… Aaaagghh!”

Goblin thrust all the way inside the shapely vampire, and then cried out. Magical energy, sickly gray this time, engulfed Goblin and Solitaire, pulsing every time he ejaculated inside her. Five times total.

“It is done, Solitaire. I have taken you, violated you, and now I have claimed you with my magic,” Goblin cried. “I own you, body and soul!”

Patriette and Ms Liberty looked at each other, eyes huge. Oh no. Solitaire controlled them, which meant Goblin now controlled them. They would be his sex slaves for all time, just like their mistress.

“There’s only one way to save her now, and ourselves,” Ms Liberty said. “We have to KILL him.”

Goblin’s head swiveled around to glare at them. Patriette felt her heart sink. She was bigger than the goblin, about as much as Ms Liberty outsized her. Yet, Goblin had handled Solitaire so easily. He had his own kind of magic.

“You go right,” Ms Liberty said. “I’ll go left.”

“How do we kill a goblin?”

“Same way as a person,” she said grimly.

“But we are super heroines! We never kill,” Patriette cried.

“I know, but we have no choice,” she said. “It’s him or us.”

Goblin stood up and faced them. “Don’t flatter yourselves. It’s not going to be me.”

He held out his hand, and as his fingers curled round, a sword materialized. The blade was pitch black, with gray flames licking the air around it. Just looking at the thing made Patriette’s skin crawl.

“This is Soul Render,” Goblin snarled, starting towards them. “It will slay your bodies, and then eat your immortal souls.”

“Well, that’s just rude,” Ms Liberty said. “Patriette, hold him back while I fetch my Object of Power.”

“What?” the sexy sidekick cried. But then the goblin lunged at Ms Liberty, and she instinctively charged him. “Not on my watch, Goblin!”

He swept his sword low to cut her legs off above the knees, but she jumped right over. Her left foot lashed out and connected with his cheek. Goblin stumbled back, swinging the sword in a figure-eight to keep her at bay.

Patriette ground her teeth. How long could she keep this up? She did not want to get her soul eaten.

“I got him!” Ms Liberty cried, racing up.

The gorgeous heroine came running up, her big tits flopping all around. Both Goblin and Patriette froze at the sight. Goblin recovered first, side-stepping Ms Liberty’s attack and lifting his magic sword high to deliver the deathblow.

Patriette panicked. Her mentor was seconds from gruesome death – and probably worse. She spun into a reverse roundhouse, performing a strike that Ms Liberty had taught her just three days before. A strike that would drive her sharp stiletto heel into her foe. Only she didn’t aim for his head as she should’ve, but at his sword hand.

“Aaiiee!” Goblin screamed when her stiletto heel pierced his wrist.

The enchanted blade fell out of his grasp to clatter on the floor at Patriette’s booted feet. He spun around to retrieve it. She dove for it at the same time. The busty sidekick’s hand snatched up the hilt a half-second before his hand touched it.

“A-ha!” she cried, landing on her right shoulder and rolling. Patriette thrust upward in a move to force him back and away, hoping to buy time to roll to her feet and assume a defensive stance. Only she felt resistance. “Oh!”

To her shock, Patriette thrust the gray-flamed back straight into Goblin’s throat. The goblin looked shocked, then strangely embarrassed.

Holy shit!

Patriette instinctively tried to let go of the sword, but the hilt hummed and hissed with menacing heat, not allowing her hand to slip away. And then she felt that heat flow up her arm, at the same time Goblin started to shrivel up. Within seconds, the goblin was a dried-up husk of leathery skin stretched over a flimsy little skeleton, and Patriette felt a sense of deep satisfaction emanating from the sword.

“Oh my. I think I killed him.”

“That you did, my pet,” Solitaire said, and pulled the sword from her hand. “Thank you. You saved me from a very embarrassing predicament. I am grateful.”

Solitaire spoke a short cantrip, and the sword vanished along with Goblin’s remains. Then she gave Ms Liberty and Patriette a fierce look. Her voice echoed through their souls when she commanded, “Kneel, slaves.”

Patriette knelt before the powerful vampire and sorceress. Ms Liberty moved up next to the sidekick, and obediently dropped to her knees.

“Face each other.”

The two shapely heroines pivoted on their knees to face each other. They were so close Ms Liberty’s lips were just inches from Patriette’s. Their large, firm tits pressed together. Even their quivering bellies pressed against each other. Patriette’s hand itched to touch her mentor, to stroke and caress her.

“You must be rewarded for your valor,” Solitaire said. “And punished for your foolishness. I have already conceived the proper penalty.”

Solitaire palmed the back of their heads, and pushed them together. Both heroines moaned when their lips melted together. Patriette couldn’t help herself, she opened Ms Liberty’s mouth with her own and thrust in her tongue.

“And as for reward, I’ll spend the rest of tonight supervising you two together.”

~**~**~

Two weeks later, Grimme City’s Sugar Town red-light district. 11:45 PM…

“Do we really have to?” Patriette asked.

Ms Liberty stood up next to her, a grim, resigned look on her beautiful masked face. They were atop a strip club, looking down into the mean streets of Sugar Town. There were lots of eyes down there, and the societal rejects all had camera phones.

“It’s what we do, Patriette,” she said, pausing to adjust her temporary new costume. She now wore a bright blue cheerleader uniform, with “Liberty” spelled out across her ample chest instead of a school name. Two red stars emphasized where her nipples were. “Don’t worry, they’ll all forget about our, um, minor costume change, once the month is up and we return to our usual costumes.”

Patriette cringed, but stood up next to her mentor as proudly as she could. She pulled and tugged on her sexy red, white, and blue schoolgirl uniform. She knew it actually covered more skin than her usual bikini costume, but she also understood it was a pretty popular fetish. The Internet had been going crazy over her “new look” for the last two weeks. They fanboys and fangirls loved it way too much.

“Did you know someone started a Facebook petition for us to keep these humiliating costumes forever?”

“Really?” Ms Liberty honestly looked shocked. Then she shook her head, making her bouncy pigtails swing all around. “Sick pervs.”

“Hey, I don’t make the news,” Patriette said. “I just report it.”

In some ways, her schoolgirl costume was worse than Ms Liberty’s cheerleader getup. For one, the short-sleeved dress shirt was so tight, her tits were on the verge of popping her buttons and plopping out. Again. On top of that, Solitaire apparently thought sexy schoolgirls wore fishnet hose, held up by garters dropping down from under their micro-mini, pleated skirts. And in her world, apparently, naughty schoolgirls all wore five-and-a-half-inch stiletto Mary Janes.

Of course, she’d forbidden them from wearing underwear of any kind, except the tightest, most cameltoe-outlining little cotton numbers.

“I learned my lesson,” Patriette said, followed by a gusty sigh. “My Halloween trick backfired, and now everyone gets the treat of sexy schoolgirl Patriette.”

They jumped down into the crowd, ready to fight the good fight. Their skirts flew straight up, revealing their might-as-well-be-naked pussies to the world. November was going to be a long month. 

The End