Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 9

Tanika Grayson carefully pulled into her garage, and waited for the bay door to close completely before she exited her silver BMW. The beautiful African-American’s stilettos echoed loudly in the enclosed space as she rushed to the interior door.

DA Hanson has finally made a mistake, she thought with a wicked smile. And I’m going to take him down now.

She’d been looking for a break like this for ten torturously long days. Tanika felt like she was letting her sisters in crime-fighting down every day. Jennifer, Annette, and Sofia were being tormented and despoiled on a daily basis by the Vanderholms while their friends looked for anything they could use to extract them from that debased billionaire couple.

Reaching her master bedroom, Tanika looked directly into a cleverly hidden retina scanner. A section of her coffered ceiling began to drop down to the floor on hydraulics. She paused to look upon her beloved super heroine costume, before kicking off her gray stiletto pumps. Next, she removed her maroon and gray long-sleeved top, followed by the gray, knee-length skirt. The Assistant DA then hurried into the master bath, where she immediately removed the wig of long, silky straight hair.

Tanika spent a few minutes styling her natural hair into a short, sassy style, before changing her makeup for her secret persona. Then she returned to the bedroom and stripped out of her bra and panties.

“Good-bye ADA Grayson,” Tanika whispered as she picked up her purple mask. “Hello Purple Avenger.”

She used spirit gum to hold the mask in place, before pulling on her purple bikini. It was nice and skimpy, displaying her spectacular Valkyrie body wonderfully. Okay, maybe her top got pulled off seven, eight, nine times a month during fights with bad guys, but it always distracted them when it happened. And she always beat them down like they deserved.

Next, Purple Avenger chose the purple thigh boots instead of the lavender pair tonight. She wanted to vanish into the shadows, not proclaim her presence to the world. So she also chose the purple opera gloves over the lavender.

“It’s good to have options,” she grinned to herself. Purple Avenger put on her silver choker, followed by the all-important power belt. The wide silver belt infused her busty body with super strength and endurance, as well as enhanced healing. It also provided a shield against high-speed missile weapons like bullets. “Time to kick butt and take names. First name to take: DA Jason Hanson.”

Purple Avenger stepped into the master closet. She closed the door, and then pressed a hidden button. The entire closet dropped down into her hidden basement. Her answer to Ms Patriot’s near mythical Patriot Cave.

The lights automatically snapped on. Her crime-fighting computers were already booted up and gathering data off the police and fire department networks. Purple Avenger then turned and studied the two custom-painted racing motorcycles she had prepared: purple and lavender. She chose the purple bike for that night. She straddled it, started it up, and then looked up at the large display above the exit tunnel.

Hidden cameras and radars in her backyard monitored the highway behind her house, and the on-ramp half a block away. There was almost no traffic on the road, so she toed the bike into first, and then pressed the button that started the exit sequence. It was all timed perfectly. A 10-to-1 countdown started on the display above.

Purple Avenger released the clutch and gave it gas when it hit one. She roared out of her basement heroine cave, streaking down a narrow concrete tunnel, and up to a hidden door that opened for just a few seconds for her to pass out onto the highway’s on-ramp.

The highway, ramp and all, was sunk down into concrete canyons in an attempt to mute the noise for the surrounding residential areas. It allowed her to come and go without any real risk of being seen. Except during rush hour traffic, morning and evening.

Downtown was just a short run, and soon Purple Avenger rolled to a stop one block over from City Hall. The old Gothic City Hall building had lots of dark nooks and crannies, and quite a few secret (and semi-secret) passages. As ADA Grayson, she’d made it a point to learn everything there was to know about the building’s security. So she knew security’s patrol times and routes, and most important of all, when her best windows of opportunity were for breaking and entering into the DA’s office.

The statuesque heroine moved quickly and stealthily through the empty public building. She couldn’t keep her stilettos completely silent, but her timing was impeccable and she avoided all security patrols before reaching the District Attorney’s suite of offices on the third floor. There was nothing high-tech about Grimme City’s century-old City Hall. Purple Avenger used a simple brass skeleton key to access the department, locking the door behind herself.

She went straight into DA Hanson’s corner office. Then she went up to the large antique bureau into which she’d covertly watched him place a packet of files. She knew the files had to be incriminating, because he’d snuck them into a secret compartment.

The busty beauty got down on all fours to examine the bureau. It was large, resting on six stout legs. She’d failed to see how exactly the DA accessed the secret drawer earlier, but did see him push it back under the bureau, and watched it rise up to vanish from sight. Since there was no electrical cord, she knew it had to operate manually.

No buttons were obvious, so she laid her head on the floor and looked up under the bureau. The secret drawer was so obvious from that angle, and she instantly spotted the handle to pull it down and out. Within seconds it silently slipped out from under that heavy piece of furniture.

Purple Avenger’s brown eyes spotted a stack of folders, and a blinking red light.

“What the – ?”

It was a small black device bolted to the bottom of the drawer, with a number pad, a small LED display, and that flashing red light. The blinking sped up. She felt panic welling up. Was that some sort of alarm she had to disable? No time to figure it out. She grabbed the files, and was pulling them out as her mind turned to the fastest, safest path she could follow out of the building after an alarm sounded in that office.

And then the alarm sounded, loud and shrill. The gorgeous African-American heroine gawked at the little black device, wondering how something so small could make so much noise. And then a cold spray hit her in the face.

“Oh! Oh,” she cried, falling back on her butt, files spilling all over the floor. Her head started to spin, and darkness came rushing in from all sides. “Oh no. Knock out… Drug.”

Purple Avenger felt her body shutting down. Her arms went limp first, and then she couldn’t move her legs. Her eyes began to flutter, while she raged within. Yet, even her mind began a sudden and quick fall into the darkness enveloping her.

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The feel of lips pressed against hers stirred Purple Avenger’s mind. Then she felt a large hand palming her left breast, followed by another hand sliding over her well-rounded hips. Alarm bells in her head started, forcing her reluctantly out of a deep, satisfying sleep.

“Aw, Sleeping Beauty is finally waking,” a familiar male voice said.

Purple Avenger squirmed, but couldn’t move much in any direction. Were her arms bound? That really energized the proud beauty, whose big brown eyes fluttered all the way open. She looked around to find herself in DA Hanson’s office, sitting in a straight-back chair, with the brutally handsome DA standing before her wearing khakis and a blue polo. He looked quite pleased with himself.

“DA Hanson? What are you doing here?” she asked, brain still sluggish and unresponsive. “Why am I tied to this chair?”

“I’m here because security called me in on a break-in of my office,” he said. “And the burglar was caught. You, my dear.”

It all came back in a rush. The African-American beauty looked down at expensive purple thigh boots and a bikini-clad body. She was out as Purple Avenger, out to get…

“Oh no. The drawer was booby trapped!”

“And you’re the booby that got trapped, my dear,” he said. Hanson reached out and cupped her face affectionately, before sliding his thumb across her glossy purple lips. “You, my dear, are facing felony charges of breaking and entering, just to begin with.”

She didn’t like the hungry way he was looking at her lips and tits. Purple Avenger had a bad feeling he wanted to blackmail her for sex. She knew him well enough to know what a pig of a misogynist the DA was in his heart and soul. That was probably why there were no security guards or cops in the room. They needed to be alone for him to make his lewd proposition.

Hanson quickly moved up way too close and personal, straddling the bound and seated super heroine. Purple Avenger averted her face when his tented crotch moved up to her face. He leered down at her a moment, before sitting on her lap and casually throwing his arms over her shoulders. The lecherous DA nuzzled her cheek.

“You’re very beautiful, Purple Avenger,” he said. “I’ve always thought you had the best body of all the city’s super heroines. You wouldn’t be parading in something that skimpy if you weren’t proud of it, too.”

“Screw you.”

He nuzzled and then kissed her ear. “You will.”

Her face whipped back around to stare incredulously at him with huge eyes. His hands came up to grab her tits. The busty heroine gasped, mind reeling. She knew he was capable of doing very despicable things, but had hoped beyond hope that the city’s District Attorney would follow the letter of the law, at the very least, and just arrest her. And then his thumbs began strumming her hard, erect nipples through the thin fabric of her costume’s top.

“Ooooh,” she sighed, eyes fluttering closed as her head rolled back. “Please don’t. I can’t take it. It feels…”

“Good? Say it, Purple Whore,” he sneered. “Speak the truth. Say it feels really, really good.”

Instead, she bit her lip and rocked her head back and forth. Purple Avenger couldn’t believe how fast and profoundly her Valkyrie body was reacting to capture, bondage, and fondling. She tugged at the two pairs of handcuffs locking her wrists to the sides of the chair. Her feet weren’t secured, but Hanson’s weight kept her legs down and useless. And his ministrations were sending the most incredible sensations rippling through her shapely body, scrambling her already-hazy thoughts.

“You have to stop,” she said.

“Say please.”

Purple Avenger froze, face heating up. Why was he playing with her? Why was he taunting her so salaciously?

“Please stop fondling me.”

DA Hanson tried to kiss her. Again, she averted her face. So he kissed her neck and shoulders, nuzzling her ear. His hands, his thumbs, became more insistent, pushing her body into a tingly hot mess. Purple Avenger struggled to breathe normally, panting faster and faster.

“Beg.”

She groaned. Beg? He wanted her to beg him to stop? How humiliating! But if she didn’t get him to stop kissing and fondling her real soon, her Valkyrie curse would rear its ugly head and drag her down into the gutter. And DA Jason Hanson was all too eager to subjugate her and party like a gangster between her thighs.

“P-Please, DA Hanson, I beg you, stop kissing and fondling me. I’ve been drugged, so I’m not as strong as I should be right now.”

He stopped and locked eyes with the heroine. “Honestly?”

“Yes. I am feeling very vulnerable right now, and – Mmmmgggh!”

Hanson cut her off with a passionate kiss. One hand palmed her head so she couldn’t break free of that long, intense kiss. After a moment, Purple Avenger stopped struggling, and pushed back into the kiss.

In one rough motion, he yanked her top off. His lips trailed down her neck, before he motorboated her naked tits. DA Hanson alternated between motorboating, fondling, and rolling her nipples between his fingers. He also indulged himself on her lips, neck, and tits, over and over. Poor Purple Avenger’s head became sluggish, while her body sang.

“Oh no,” she whispered when he unzipped and pulled out a long, thick erection. She stared at his cock as he slowly pressed it deep into her cleavage. “This can’t be happening to me.”

Grimme City’s District Attorney squeezed her large, pillowy tits around his dick and started titty fucking the famed super heroine. She moaned and groaned, struggling to break free of the handcuffs, but Purple Avenger couldn’t stop him from taking his measure of pleasure from her body.

“This is wrong. You are the city’s district attorney,” Purple Avenger gasped out. “I’m a respected super heroine.”

“Yeah? Well, right now I am…” he whispered. Then his strained look turned to one of bliss. “Coming.”

Hot, sticky cum fountained out of her cleavage. Purple Avenger gasped and blinked as ejaculation after ejaculation splattered across her slightly parted lips, across the bridge of her nose, and then slathered her neck, all starting to ooze downward across her hot flesh.

“Ooooh, look what I did,” he said, smirking down at her. “I made a mess.” He pressed the wet, sticky tip of his dick to her lips. “Lick it clean, Purple Avenger.”

Their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Purple Avenger gave a slight nod, before her tongue slipped out to start licking him clean. Throat tight, heart hammering, she felt her will-power slipping with each wicked sex act.

A soft “Mmmm” escaped her lips, making her face heat up. She hated how much she enjoyed setbacks. Coming in her face like that was so degrading, but being forced to lick his cock and balls clean afterwards really hit her psyche hard. And that meant her pussy was throbbing with hot, wet achy need. The shapely heroine’s core tingled from her throat to her pussy, and it was still intensifying.

“Please release me now. I’ve been punished for my… Misdeed.”

“You think?” Hanson said, holding her face between his hands. His thumbs started stroking her mask. Purple Avenger’s eyes grew huge. “Shall we find out who is hiding behind that purple mask?”

“No. No, please, that’s not allowed,” she begged. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll never bother you again.”

“I know,” the DA said, his right hand taking a firm hold of the mask’s edge. He started pulling. “Once I know your little secret, sweetheart… You. Will. Belong. To. Me.” He kissed her trembling lips. “Body and soul.”

DA Hanson pulled harder, and quickly peeled that mask off her lovely face. Purple Avenger’s jaw dropped, a look of shock filling her big brown eyes. His smile slowly broadened into wicked glee.

“Hello, Tanika. I’ve wanted to fuck your fine ass from the day I laid eyes on you,” he growled. “Shall we retire to your place?”

“My place?”

“Yes. I’ll be a lot more comfortable fucking you all night long in your own bed.” Her boss slowly forced his long, fat cock into her mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. “I’ve always wanted to own a hot, sexy super heroine.”

Purple Avenger stared incredulously up into his triumphant face as he thrust into her mouth, over and over and over. Her mind slowly stilled, as her body came alive with sexy sensations. She felt her emotional defenses crumble as his thrusts became more and more frantic.

“Ah!” DA Hanson gasped, releasing a torrent of hot cum to flood her mouth and throat. “Victory never felt sweeter.” He smiled down at her. “Now I am your master, Tanika. You must obey me in everything.”

She dropped her eyes, licked her lips, and nodded.

“Yes, Master. I must obey.”