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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 10

Meanwhile, north of Delta City…

Ninja Girl froze when the heavy tread of men’s dress shoes on hardwood came to her. She barely made out the softer clatter of a single pair of stilettos amid all that noise. The ninja-themed super heroine quickly slipped into the night shadows of that luxurious living room.

The busty Asian beauty melted into the shadows, her gray and black costume perfect for that purpose. She watched five men enter the mansion’s great room, with a blindfolded woman in the middle. Ninja Girl recognized Sofia Garza immediately, despite the Latina being naked save for garter belt, black hose, and a silvery collar. The hose on her left leg had come loose and was bunched above her silver stiletto sandals, with crisscrossing cords one third up her calves.

Ninja Girl cringed, seeing the signs of intense sexual use and abuse. Sofia’s sweetly rounded buttocks were bright red, with semen visibly dripping off her chin, and down her inner thighs. Her spectacular body was still shiny with sweat, little beads flying off her jostling tits with every step.

The subjugated environmentalist’s handler was one of the Vanderholms’ bodyguards, Danny Davidson. The big white guy alternated between fondling the poor woman’s breasts and butt. It was hard to tell Sofia’s emotional state with the blindfold, but she looked weak and helpless as they guided her toward the front door.

The sexy Asian heroine waited for the men to leave the premises with their charge. Then she stood tall and stepped out of the shadows. Ninja Girl’s lovely brown eyes narrowed as she touched her matte black mask, an instinctive gesture to ensure her secret identity remained safely hidden behind it. Then she tugged up on the matte black thigh boots she’d chosen to wear that night. Black opera gloves covered her arms, and even her top and leggings were a specially-dyed charcoal gray to help her blend into the shadows for that special mission.

The petite heroine headed back the way the men had come. She thought it odd that the owner of the mansion, Aaron Shapiro, hadn’t spent his alone time with Sofia up in his bed.

Maybe he has some kind of sex room down here on the ground floor, she thought. Maybe he didn’t want to soil his own bed.

Shapiro was a widower, and didn’t have a steady lady friend that Ninja Girl knew of, but would a seventy-something year old billionaire even need a sex room? Honestly, Ninja Girl was amazed he was even interested in women at that advanced age. Then again, the ringleader of the whole gang, Big Daddy, was in his sixties.

It’s bad enough enduring a setback with a young, fit man, Ninja Girl thought, nose crinkling. But I can’t imagine sucking an old dick, much less getting nailed by someone old enough to be my grandfather.

As shameful as it was, Ninja Girl kinda found it a little amusing that the legendary Champion of Justice had also gotten taken down by an old man, and was being passed around by even older men. It was hard to not think about some of the disparaging things Ms Patriot had said about her, all the patronizing treatment she’d been shown when she first started out. Fine, Ninja Girl might’ve gotten a little excited and made a mistake or two, but they always escaped afterwards. And she hadn’t had a major setback in over a year.

She found the stairs down into the basement. It looked dark down there. No sound coming up, but so many bad guys had specially soundproofed dungeons or holding cells in their basements. Was Shapiro down there?

Ninja Girl took a few tentative steps downward, stopped and used one hand to push her long, loose hair straight back. It didn’t feel right. So she looked all around, including down a short, unlit corridor. And that’s when she noticed the faint light coming out from under the door. A tiny smile tugged at her full red lips.

The busty heroine eased down that corridor, quiet as a panther on the hunt. Her breathing slowed as her ears perked up. She heard the first hint of life about halfway to the door. An office chair rolled across hardwood. It came from behind the door of interest.

The gray and black garbed beauty pressed up to the door, laying her head against it to listen. Nothing. So she slowly turned the knob, before slowly, torturously opening the door a crack. The room proved to be some kind of home office, paneled in dark wood with hunter green painted panels. A large mahogany desk sat dead center, with a comfy looking leather couch facing it. The only light came from a small lamp on the desk. An elderly man leaned back in the big leather chair behind the desk, a satisfied smile on his weathered face.

Her sharp brown eyes immediately ascertained Shapiro was alone. And semi-nude. As best she could tell, he only wore white boxers and black dress socks.

I hope Sofia was blindfolded the whole time, otherwise that image will be forever burned into her soul, Ninja Girl thought. Bad enough I had to see him like that!

The raven-maned Japanese-American beauty slipped inside gracefully, closed the door, and didn’t alert Shapiro to her presence until the lock clicked.

“Who the hell are you?” Shapiro cried, shooting up like a bullet. His eyes widened. “Ninja Girl? Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Good question, only I want to know why was a blindfolded, naked Sofia Garza led out of your home looking exhausted?” she said, hands on hips. “Or does your state of dress already answer that question?”

“What I do, and with whom I do it, in the privacy of my own home is none of your business,” Shapiro snapped. “I’ve always been very close to Sofia. Maybe my mentorship has evolved into something more intimate.”

“Or, maybe you are working with Big Daddy Vanderholm to commit high crimes and misdemeanors,” Ninja Girl said firmly. “I saw the state of undress Ms Garza was in when she left, and noticed that Big Daddy’s bodyguards were her handlers. Explain that, if you can.”

Shapiro opened his mouth, stopped, and shrugged. “Fuck it.”

The old man pulled the top drawer open, and then pulled out a taser. Ninja Girl grimaced. She had been tased before. More than once. He could take her down with a single lucky shot, so she attacked immediately. The martial arts expert charged him, jumped up over the desk, and kicked out at the hand wielding the taser.

Her thin stiletto caught him in that meaty spot between the thumb and index finger, striking hard and forcing him to loosen his grip with a grunt. The taser flew away to clatter across the room, while she continued over the desk.

Ninja Girl made a perfect three-point landing behind the billionaire, spun around, and reached to grab a shirt – that he didn’t have. That made her pause, which was all the time he needed to surge up to her. His left hand came straight up to her face and broke something small and black. The scent of roses filled her nostrils, and then the powerful aphrodisiac slammed into her.

“Aaaaagghh!” Ninja Girl screamed, clutching her instantly throbbing pussy.

The Asian beauty dropped to her knees, eyes rolled up in her head, and quivered like a leaf while her body surged up into another mind-numbing climax.

“Aaaaagghhh!”

“Ha! How ‘bout that,” Shapiro said, staying back out of the Ultra Bliss zone. “I caught my very own personal super heroine.” 

Pinching his nose shut, he rushed over to the now-mindless, climaxing beauty, and seized her by the hair. The elderly man dragged Ninja Girl over to the couch where it was still safe to breathe. The drugged heroine looked up at him with glass-eyed wonder and awe. 

“Hello, Ninja Girl. Anyone ever tell you that you have pretty lips?”

She nodded. And he kissed her. Kissed her long and deep, while his hands explored her spectacular body. The heroine didn’t docilely accept his hands on her body. Nope. Her Ultra Bliss-consumed mind and body made her hands explore his almost nude body right back. It didn’t take her long to find his erection. Hard to miss, since it was tenting his boxers rather dramatically.

Shapiro got her top off right away. He bent her over backwards, smothering her large, firm tits with kisses. The billionaire lost himself in her satiny smooth tits for a long time, before he finally pushed her back on the couch.

Ninja Girl gasped, bit her lip, and squirmed in hot, tingly need and desire while she watched him lift her left foot up. Shapiro got a dreamy look in his eyes as he slowly, sensuously caressed her thigh-booted leg. Then he took his time, savoring every second, as he unzipped and slipped that boot off.

“Ooooh, that tickles!” she giggled when he stopped to kiss, lick, and suck on her foot and toes.

The vanquished vigilante’s captor took his time debooting her other foot, before peeling her tight leggings off. Then he grabbed her ankles, and pressed her bare feet to either side of his throbbing erection. Got himself a nice foot-job from Ninja Girl.

She moaned and groaned, while furiously masturbating. If he wasn’t going to fuck her properly, the young blissed-out woman would take care of herself. Her mind and body demanded more, more, more orgasms! She’d never felt so insatiable. So cock-hungry.

“Please, let me suck it,” Ninja Girl begged. “I’ll take such good care of you. Please. I hunger.”

“Shut up and let me finish,” Shapiro gasped out, so close. “Your feet are so small and petite, so gorgeous.” His eyes rolled up, head falling back… And he released. Hot cum shot out, splattering all over Ninja Girl from her tits to her feet. “Ooooh, so good. That was amazing.”

He staggered back a few steps. Ninja Girl rolled off the couch to all fours. She felt out of control, and horny beyond belief. More sex. More pleasure. More orgasms. She yearned for more, more, more.

Ninja Girl crawled up to Shapiro, rose up onto her knees, and wrapped a delicate hand around his hot, sticky cock. So hot and sticky. She gave him a few firm strokes, and then rolled her tongue around the tip a few times.

‘Mmmm, you taste wonderful,” she purred, and then went down on him.

The ancient billionaire leaned back against his desk. Legs wide, he watched that uber sexy super heroine sucking his dick like a pro. Only Jennifer Jade herself had ever attacked his cock so hungrily, so desperately, so well.

A sudden thought crossing his mind, Shapiro reached down to her face, and then pulled off her mask. Ninja Girl didn’t even react. She just continued to bob up and down his shaft, moaning and groaning like the happiest girl in the world.

“I love what Ultra Bliss does to women,” the grinning businessman whispered. “Especially super heroines. Keep sucking, Ninja Slut, but quickly, tell me your real name.”

She didn’t give any sign she’d heard him. But after a few more moaning bobs on his cock, the heroine pulled off with a slurping pop. She looked up with dazed brown eyes, licked her lips, and smiled serenely.

“I am Kameko Moto,” she whispered, and then kissed his dick.

“Are you rich or famous?”

“Only as Ninja Girl,” she said, before rubbing his cock all over her upturned face. “By day I’m just a college student working on a law enforcement degree.”

Shapiro palmed the back of her head, and thrust his dick all the way to the back of her throat. Ninja Girl gagged, but recovered quickly. Soon, she was enthusiastically bobbing on his cock again.

“You belong to me now, Kameko ‘Ninja Girl’ Moto,” he said. “I own you like Big Daddy owns Jennifer Jade, Annette Moore, and Sofia Garza. Ab-so-fucking-lutely.”