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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 5

Wednesday evening. Penthouse atop the Heritage Gardens luxury high-rise…

Sofia Garza stared into the brightly-lit mirror as she slid on fresh red lipstick. She wore a snug red leather halter, black leather pants, and red stiletto pumps. Ready for a night of clubbing, or at least that’s what she wanted the other residents and doorman to think.

Her “Shewolf” costume waited in the trunk of her car.

The brown-maned beauty fluffed her waist-length hair as she examined her face and body. Looking good. Grimme City’s wildest super heroine was about to hit the streets. First stop: the Vanderholm Estate. They were behind the men that captured and abused her and Annette, as well as the ones planning to destroy that old growth forest.

“The Vanderholms have to be stopped at all costs,” she muttered, brown eyes narrowing.

She slanted an annoyed look toward the front of her three-thousand square foot luxury penthouse when someone knocked. She couldn’t tell by the knock if it was the doorman, or Chase Martin, the neighbor whose penthouse shared the top floor with hers. Yeah, that rich thirty-something entrepreneur recently purchased the other penthouse, and had taken a fancy to her. It didn’t help when she got a little heavy on the martinis five weeks back at the facility pool party, and then spent a night of passion with him.

Now Chase thinks I belong to him, she thought, rolling her eyes. I really have to sit down and have a long talk with that man.

Sofia quickly put her makeup bag back into her purse, hung it off her shoulder, and headed for the front door. Her car was waiting out front. It shouldn’t be too hard to brush off Chase, and make her solo exit.

“Heey, Chase,” she said, opening the door. “Sorry, but…” Her next words faded in her throat.

Two large, brutal looking men stood before the busty Latina. They were smiling, but it wasn’t a comforting look on them. And then she recognized them: Homer Barrett and Danny Davidson. The Vanderholm bodyguards.

“Hello, Miss Garza,” Homer said, stepping close and grabbing her upper arm with a viselike grip. “Come with us, please.”

“Let go of me, you big jerk,” she cried, and twisted free.

Danny rushed her, so Sofia spun into a kick to his chest. That stopped him in his tracks, but that’s all. Without her super powers, Sofia couldn’t effortlessly bounce men off the walls. Instead, the force of the blow pushed her back into the penthouse. Homer rushed in after her.

“I will have you both arrested for assault and battery, and home invasion!”

Homer threw an uppercut at her chin. She blocked the punch, and responded with a kick at his face. The big brute caught her leg and held on. She cursed him in Spanish and English, before Danny came around him to punch her in the belly.

“Ooff!” she cried, losing her breath.

Danny seized her wrist, twisting her arm brutally up behind her back. Then Homer released her leg so his cohort in crime could force her belly-down to the floor, where the other Vanderholm bodyguard grabbed her other arm and twisted it back with the first. They quickly snapped handcuffs on her wrists.

“Aaaaiiiieee!” Sofia cried. “Help! Help!”

Homer produced a ball-gag with lots of straps, and forced it into her mouth while she was screaming for help. Sofia’s eyes widened, as her screams became terribly muted. He strapped that ball-gag down nice and tight, and then fastened a leather blindfold to the straps, square over her eyes.

What the hell is happening? she wondered. Not two days in a row!

Sofia was yanked to her feet, and rushed out the front door. She heard the door slam shut behind them, idly wondering if it was locked. Instead of turning toward the elevator down to the lobby, they turned the other way and headed toward the service elevator. She groaned.

The car was waiting, and she felt them start the long descent down to the ground floor. Homer and Danny took the opportunity to grope her shapely body, one of them concentrating on her boobs and the other on her butt and pussy.

At least they aren’t stripping me, she thought, while squirming, wiggling, and screaming into the ball-gag. I have a chance as long as they don’t strip me.

The men hurried her out the back door. She tried to scream for help again, but the ball-gag was too large and firmly seated between her teeth. Sofia bit down and growled in frustration.

“Duck,” Homer commanded, grabbing a fistful of silky brown hair and pushing her head down. The big jerk ran her head-first into the side of the vehicle, making the two men laugh. “What’s wrong with you, girl? Are you blind or something?”

Again they laughed, but she heard a car door open. Homer shoved her forward, and up into what felt like an SUV. A large one, too. The big bodyguard followed her in, while Danny could be heard walking around to the driver’s seat.

“Home, Daniel,” Homer said in his best upper-crust impression. “I’ll entertain our big-titted guest along the way. A gentleman never lets a lady become bored, y’know?”

Sofia stiffened, expecting him to attack her boobs first. He didn’t. Homer unzipped her pants instead. She put up a fight, but he got them down around her knees, which seriously limited her legs’ range of motion. And then he ripped her leather top off to expose large, firm breasts with hard, erect nipples.

Homer instantly buried his face in her tits. He motorboated them right off, before mauling them with his big, calloused hands. Once he had her squirming, writhing, gasping from unexpected, unwanted pleasure, the burly bodyguard smothered her tits with kisses, nibbles, and licks. One hand snaked down between her legs, found her sex hot, wet, and slick, and then started rubbing.

Sofia cried out, body tensed and back bowed. Oh, it felt so amazing. Too good for her own good. She hated how much she enjoyed what Homer was doing to her, blaming it on the Curse of the Valkyrie. It wasn’t her own natural hedonistic bent. Nope. Had to be the Curse.

So shameful. So embarrassing. Yet, her body responded to that stimulation. Incredible sensations rippled throughout her spectacular body. Her pussy started tingling, aching, and then throbbing as his thick fingers squished around and around her fleshy nether lips.

“Oooooh. Oooh, you bastard,” she gasped out around the ball-gag as best she could. “I’m going…aaah. I swear, I’ll make you pay for this. Oooooh.”

Homer sucked in a nipple, and sucked hard. That sent a jolt straight into her core, and combined with his finger-work, pushed the young Latina over the top. That surge to climax claimed her body, bowing her back dramatically, and then erupted deep within.

Ay, caramba!

“Aaaaggghhh!” Sofia screamed. “Aaaagggh!”

Homer continued to kiss, fondle, and masturbate the young beauty. He forced her to come three more times before Danny slowed to a stop. Her mind reeling, Sofia’s first thought was they were both going to fuck her proper. Instead, Danny pulled her out of the vehicle, and then the two men pulled her pants back up. They didn’t re-fasten anything, and left her tits naked as well. They walked her into a house, while they played with her jostling tits.

They paused just inside the door. She felt the dry coolness of an air conditioner, and sensed a vast space all around her. Her stilettos echoed as they moved deeper into the structure. They passed over thick rugs as they moved from room to room, and then down into a narrow stairwell. And that’s when she decided to put up a fight.

Sofia ducked, and body-checked Homer. She felt a sense of accomplishment when the big man cried out and went tumbling down the stairs. But she didn’t pause to gloat. The busty Latina lashed out with a sharp stiletto heel at Danny. He avoided the blindfolded woman’s attack, and punched her over her left kidney. And that caused her to topple over and tumble down the stairs.

She landed on top of Homer.

The battered bodyguard slammed a fist into her belly. Twice. Sofia would’ve thrown up, but for the ball-gag plugging her mouth. She forced her gorge back down, gasping as she ached all over. And then the two men yanked the topless millionaire back to her feet.

“You’re going to pay for that, bitch,” Homer growled into her ear. “I’m going to take it out of your ass. Literally.”

They passed through another door, and stopped.

“Here she is, ma’am,” Danny said. “Just a warning; Miss Sofia Garza is full of spunk and Latin spirit. She’s still fighting us.”

“Yeah, and I forced four climaxes out of her on the trip over,” Homer said. “This one’s going to be harder to break, I think.”

“Sounds like fun,” a familiar female voice purred softly. “Take off the blindfold and gag.”

Since it was all one piece, Homer just unbuckled a few straps, and yanked it off. Sofia sucked in a breath, blinked at the sudden light, and worked her aching jaw. Then her big brown eyes locked on the woman before her. Tall, blonde, and busty. Silicone busty. Yep, it was exactly who she feared – Ashley Vanderholm. The beautiful trophy wife was decked out in an all-red leather dominatrix outfit, complete with matching riding crop. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a French braid, with huge silver hoop earrings dangling from her lobes.

Looking past Ashley, she spotted Big Daddy sitting in the corner, repulsive as ever. More disturbing, Jennifer Jade was straddling his lap, riding him reverse cowgirl. Her friend’s baby blues were glazed over, probably from the curse, while her barely-covered body shone with sweat. All Jennifer wore were a silver collar, silver bangles, and black thigh boots.

Sofia rolled her eyes and groaned. This is not going to go well for me.

“Welcome to our playroom, Sofia,” Ashley purred, pressing up close and lifting the Latina’s chin. She kissed her prize long and sweet, before pulling back to rub her lips together. “Delish. I’ve wanted to play with you since the day we met.”

“And I’ve wanted to punch you in the face since the day before that.”

“Adorable,” Ashley purred. “Strip her.”

Her red pumps were pulled off and tossed in the corner. The black leather pants followed a few minutes later, with her red thongs following. Even so, Sofia smiled as all three of them gasped for breath. They got her clothes off, but she was rather proud of the fight she gave them. Neither man looked the least bit happy about his accomplishment, though Ashley still looked insufferably amused.

“You won’t get away with this,” Sofia snarled when Ashley stepped up close and lifted a heavy tit, before pinching the hard, erect nipple. “Oooh.”

“Funny, I think Jennifer said the exact same thing,” Ashley said, and kissed her. She pulled back a moment later, holding Sofia’s incredulous eyes. “You’re very beautiful, my spicy little Latina. I’m really going to love breaking you, taming you, and bending you to my will.”

Ashley then supervised Homer and Danny as they struggled to get the lovely Latina environmentalist into lacy black hose, with matching garter belt holding them up, and then her long legs were stuffed into shiny black thigh boots. Once she was dressed to Ashley’s satisfaction, the bodyguards forced her to kneel before the blonde dominatrix.

“This is your slave collar,” Ashley said, holding an open stainless steel collar before the Latina’s face. She then pointed to Jennifer. “Notice she wears one, too. All of our slaves wear one of these collars. It will mark you as our property.”

Sofia’s eyes narrowed. “You’re insane. I’m not going to wear that damned thing. No way!”

“Wanna bet, my dear?” Ashley nodded at Homer, who seized a fistful of hair and yanked Sofia’s head back, exposing her vulnerable throat. The blonde quickly encircled her neck with the collar, snapped it shut, and screwed it securely. “You are not allowed to remove it for any reason.”

Sofia just gawked up at her. The busty beauty’s mind reeled at being collared. Not just role-playing collared. Hell, she had fashion accessory collars she wore all the time out to clubs and such. But Ashley’s collar meant something. It meant a loss of freedom. It meant she was the property of an evil couple.

Her eyes were pulled down when Ashley smiled cruelly, and then slid her right foot forward with a wag of her brows. Sofia looked the red leather thigh boot over. It looked expensive. A steel blade-heel declared it a Casadei brand boot.

“Kiss boot, my dear.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m sad to hear that. Homer, be a dear and sodomize Miss Sofia for me.”

Sofia cried out, heart dropping into her belly as she felt Homer’s grip tighten on her shoulder. “No! Wait. Okay. Okay, I’ll do it this once.”

Ashley smiled, and then tapped her boot with the riding crop. Sucking in a deep, steadying breath, Sofia slowly bent over and pressed her lips to the toe of Ashley’s boot. She held the kiss a few seconds, before sitting back on her legs.

“Good girl. Now lick it,” Ashley said. “And make it sexy.”

“Wh-What?”

“Oh come on. You’re an open-and-out bi-sexual,” Ashley said. “And you run with a pretty wild crowd, too. I’m sure you’ve licked and kissed fine feminine footwear more times than you can count. So get to it. Work your way from the toe to the heel, spend extra time on the heel, and then start licking upward. And be sure to make it as sexy as you can.”

Homer chose that moment to snake a hand in between her legs, right into her butt crack. He stroked her from trembling pussy to puckered anus, and then penetrated her butt with a single finger. One knuckle deep, and that was all Sofia could take.

“Fine, but you’ll pay for this outrage.”

Sofia quickly, mechanically, licked her way around Ashley’s boot. She didn’t want to give them any more pleasure than absolutely necessary, and the more obedient she became the happier Ashley would be, so…

“Ugggh!” Sofia cried when Homer thrust a finger up her butt again, this time two knuckles deep. “I’m licking! I’m licking!”

“Not the least bit sexy,” Ashley said. “A dog licks his own ass with more emotion than that.”

Homer’s other hand came around her side, found her pussy, and started rubbing. Her sex hadn’t recovered from all the orgasms he’d forced out in the car ride over, so she felt it profoundly. Tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of Sofia’s lips as she kissed and licked boot much more sensuously. Even though she kissed, licked, and even nuzzled Ashley’s boot like she was a woman in love, Homer’s finger started thrusting in and out of her ass, going deeper and deeper. But it was his other hand, rubbing her throbbing pussy, that was rocking her world.

It didn’t take long before her insides erupted with divine pleasure. “Aaaaggh!”

Sofia started working her way up the boot. In her mind: finish licking the boot, and Homer would stop masturbating her. It’s all she had. So she gave Ashley the submissive BDSM slavegirl show she desired. The proud beauty released her inhibitions and opened her heart to do the job. It was dangerous for her to drop her emotional guard, but the only chance she had of escape.

“Damn, you are better than even Jennifer at licking boot,” Ashley said. “I sense a girl with a deep shoe fetish.”

When Sofia reached the top of that sexy thigh boot, Ashley reached down and unzipped her nether closure. The tight leather spread open to reveal a completely waxed pussy, glistening with her arousal and smelling of heavy perfume. Sofia closed her eyes a second, and then continued licking up her mistress’s leather-sheathed thigh. A moment later, she pressed her lips to that hot, wet pussy and started sucking, nibbling, and licking.

“Good girl, my dear,” Ashley purred. “Before this night is through, you will be my obedient slave body, mind, and soul.”