Journey into Debauchery - Episode 2 (Patreon)

Episode 2 – The Ambush

I missed April. I blame....um....the pandemic. Yeah. That's the ticket. We blame everything on the pandemic now, right? LOL  Anyway, I've already started Episode 3, so hope to have it out end of May, early June.

I have half a dozen chapters outlined, and then I might start doing some polls to see which direction this ongoing, possibly neverending, story goes.

Episode 2 – The Ambush

“I feel naked,” Patriot Girl said, tugging up on her bikini top, before she rubbed her bare waist.

Ms Patriot grimaced in the dark. She felt naked without her power belt, too. But Conor and his sex slaving goons destroyed their belts the previous night. Fortunately, both had lots of spare costumes, if not spare power belts.

“Don’t worry, Patriot Girl, we’re still Olympic gymnast strong, fast, and flexible,” Ms Patriot said. “We’ll be fine.”

“Still…”

“Our new belts will be here in a week,” Ms Patriot replied. “I don’t think we’ll really need them tonight with a little help from our friends.” She smiled, a little tingle at what was about to happen. “Tonight will go down in Grimme City legend.”

Grimme City’s Champion of Justice waited just one alley over from where it would all go down. The Sullivan Theater was a red-brick structure that had fallen into disuse in recent years. 

“Here you are,” Uber Woman said above them.

Ms Patriot looked up into the night sky. Two dark, shapely figures descended upon them. Platinum blonde Uber Woman passed into the faint light first, lighting up her bright white and pink costume: white mask, strapless top, and thigh boots, paired with hot pink thongs and opera gloves. Her African-American sidekick wore a similar costume that covered a little more skin. After Omega Girl’s capture, they were the last two heroines who could fly.

“Everyone is up on the roof,” Uber Girl said. “We wondered where you girls were hiding.”

“I said meet in the alley,” Ms Patriot said.

“Did you? Huh,” Uber Woman replied. She winked. “I guess it was lost in translation.” The blonde pressed up to the raven-maned heroine. “I guess we need to carry you girls up atop the roof.”

Ms Patriot hesitated. She heard Patriot Girl’s breath catch when Uber Girl pressed up close and intimate, full pink lips just inches from her sidekick’s lips.

“Fine, just don’t get fresh,” Ms Patriot said, shaking her head. “You two girls are – Oh!”

Uber Woman pressed up tight, breasts pressed into breasts, then reached around to grab a double handful of Ms Patriot firm, meaty butt cheeks.

Uber Woman’s tone, silky smooth belly pressed against her own. It felt a little too nice for comfort. It reminded her of the previous evening’s setback, making her pussy tingle and ache, while goose-fleshing her skin.

“Oops. My bad,” Uber Woman said. “But I can see you love it.”

The statuesque blonde wrapped the heroine up in her arms, and then lifted off the ground before Ms Patriot could reply. Patriot Girl was similarly lifted up to the roof by Uber Girl. They came to a landing in the middle of that roof, two floors above the street. Five other super heroines waited, shaking their heads and grinning.

“Don’t fret, Ms Patriot,” Purple Avenger said. “We all got the Uber Treatment tonight. Those two are in a mood.”

“We’re just excited to free our captured sisters in crimefighting,” Uber Woman said. Her smile turned into a fierce scowl. “And finally put those vile human sex traffickers out of business.” Her eyes scanned Ms Patriot head to toes. “Are you and Patriot Girl doing okay, sweetie? Last night had to be rough.”

“It was tough, and humiliating,” Ms Patriot said. “But I can’t imagine what our poor sisters, Omega Girl and Justice Star, have been suffering since their capture. All I can think about is saving them from a lifetime of sexual servitude.”

The other eight super heroines nodded in agreement, determined looks spreading across their beautiful masked faces. Silver Angel threw an arm around her protégé and daughter’s shoulder. Their bright silvery costumes reflected what little light reached them, while Purple Avenger all but vanished into the darkness in her purple bikini and thigh boots costume. But Ninja Girls gray and black costume left her all but invisible atop that building.

“Uber Girl and I just checked out front of Sullivan Theater,” Uber Woman said. “You won’t believe all the pimps, madams, and pornographers assembling for this slave auction.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve been fighting crime so long I can believe it,” Ms Patriot said. “It burns my buns just thinking about how these foul men sell beautiful young women in the prime of their lives into sex slavery.” 

She looked around at the other heroines, and smiled.

“Tonight is historic. It’s been years since every active duty super heroine in Grimme City came together like this,” she said. “I have a good feeling about this ambush. We will hit them hard and fast, and those wicked men won’t know what hit them until it’s too late to do anything about it. We will dominate tonight.”

“Dominate!” the other heroines cried with big smiles.

“I think the party is starting,” Shewolf called. The busty Latina in a brown leotard, yellow stripes on her flanks, was looking down into the alley behind the theater. “A utility van just entered the alley.”

Grimme City’s heroines lined up and gazed down into the dark alley. The light above the Sullivan Theater’s back door was the only light in the alley. The van came to a stop in front of the door. They watched two men get out of the front doors, and then walk around to the back.

“The white man is their leader, Conor,” Ms Patriot whispered. “His associate is Adonis.”

Two more slavers exited the back of the van, with a beautiful blonde in a red, white, and blue leotard. Ms Patriot recoiled when she noticed Justice Girl wasn’t wearing a mask. Two more men followed, dragging auburn-haired Omega Girl, also sans mask, but there was no mistaking her Tiffany blue costume.

“I think we’ve seen enough, ladies,” Ms Patriot said, and they all stepped over the side as one.

Nine scantily clad super heroines plummeted down into the dark alley. Their stilettos sounded like rifle fire when they struck the concrete, with the heroines only bending their knees a little to absorb the impact.

Purple Avenger led Shewolf and Ninja Girl around the van to block the slavers access to the theater’s back door. In a flash the super heroines had the bad guys sandwiched between them.

“We meet again, Conor,” Ms Patriot sneered. “Only this time it’s going to play out much differently.”

“Mmmmgh!” Omega Girl cried around a ball gag, shaking her head vehemently. 

Indeed, both Justice Star and Omega Girl were shaking their heads, looking frantic. Ms Patriot’s senses all went on alert. And then Conor and the other slavers all pulled out gas masks.

“It’s a trap!” Ms Patriot cried, followed by a popping sound from under the van.

Thick white gas sprayed from the undercarriage of the van, immediately enveloping everyone. The gas had no smell, but she felt the effects immediately.

Ms Patriot felt her head going numb, thoughts slowing, and limbs starting to weaken. She tried to turn and run away, but stumbled and teetered atop her five inch stiletto heels. Then Patriot Girl fell to her knees, before toppling over face down.

One red-gloved hand on the wall, she looked around incredulously as one by one her fellow super heroines succumbed to the powerful fumes and fell unconscious at the slavers’ feet. In less than a minute, Ms Patriot was the last heroine standing.

Conor caught her eyes. She saw the smile in his eyes behind the gas mask. She wanted to attack him, wanted to be enraged, but she didn’t have the mental or physical wherewithal anymore. Grimme City’s Champion of Justice slowly dropped to her knees.

“You are right, Ms Patriot,” Conor said, seizing a fistful of silky black hair and forcing her head back. She blinked up at him, mind almost blank, as he yanked her top down, making her big tits flop out. “It’s not going to play out like last night.” He dropped to a knee, and started pinching, pulling and otherwise tormenting her sensitive nipples. “Tonight, you will not escape.” His hand stopped fondling her firm white tits, and dropped down to slip under her thong-like short-shorts and rub circles around an amazingly wet pussy. “Tonight, you and every single super heroine in Grimme City will be SOLD into slavery.”

And the lights went out for the sexy heroine.