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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Chapter 11

It felt odd being out on the job without her perky shadow. In fact, Silver Angel had almost waited another day. Her daughter, Autumn, would return from her class trip tomorrow, Thursday afternoon. The college freshman would probably be eager to suit up as Silver Girl and go out to kick bad boy butt. Unfortunately, that might be too late.

“Shit’s going downhill fast,” the busty veteran heroine muttered. “I’ve got to move tonight.”

Purple Avenger had gone silent. They were actually supposed to be on patrol together that night. She hadn’t heard from either the heroine or her alter-ego since midday Monday. And Ninja Girl hadn’t been heard from or seen in over a week. Of course, that almost certainly meant she now shared the same fate with Jennifer Jade and Sofia Garza – Vanderholm sex slaves. So that meant both Ms Patriot and Shewolf were sexually depowered by the Vanderholms’ sexual subjugation of their alter-egos.

For a second, despair and nausea washed over her. Her own alter-ego was being blackmailed after she’d gotten captured and blissed with Sofia Garza. And then Ashley had swooped down to snatch her up before she could emotionally recover.

Now Annette had to rein in her team of awesome investigative reporters, without it being obvious she was helping to cover up Big Daddy’s activities. She had no idea what Sofia was going through when not slavishly attending the Vanderholms and their cronies. The vivacious young Latina didn’t run a company or anything.

Hazel eyes narrowed behind a bright silver mask. The city-owned Mayoral Manse was mostly dark. It was a cloudy night, so no moon or stars. Mayor Teddy Beckinsale remained a confirmed bachelor, so no family to light up such a big house. Grimme City police officers, with two squad cars, guarded the perimeter. There were no officers inside the mansion as far as Silver Angel knew.

Beckinsale’s nose-deep in this shit, she thought darkly. Other than the Vanderholms, he has the most to lose. I think my boy Teddy is their weakest link, and I’m going to break him tonight.

Silver Angel crept stealthily toward the Mayoral Manse. The Antebellum mansion sat just one block over from the vampire Solitaire’s home. The heroine hadn’t visited with the ancient undead beauty – the de facto power behind all of Grimme City’s heroines – in over five years. Solitaire probably wasn’t happy about that, which meant their next get-together would be intense, and probably mind-shatteringly long. Just thinking about that wicked, sultry vampire made Silver Angel’s body ache with need.

Conveniently enough, the Beckinsale Estate was right across the street from the Mayoral Manse. So Teddy hadn’t had far to move when he took office. She knew the inside of his family home even better than the inside of the Mayoral Manse, since her alter-ego had been Teddy’s girlfriend between the ages of twenty-five and twenty-eight. They’d dated again for eight months when she was thirty-three, and he’d been a reliable booty call ever since. It was only his joining Big Daddy’s political machine to run for mayor that had severed their relationship permanently.

So sad it’s come to this, Silver Angel thought.

The silver-clad beauty slowly but surely circumnavigated the police stationary guards and roving patrols. She paused outside the back door after checking to see if it was locked. It was, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Silver Angel’s heart beat a little faster, her breaths coming a little shorter. Teddy still affected her like that. So she took a moment to ensure her hair wasn’t tousled, and tugged on her skin-tight silver leotard. Its mirror-finish accentuated her feminine curves spectacularly, pushed up her large firm breasts, and made her sweetly rounded hips pop. Matching silver thigh boots, choker, and opera gloves finished out her costume. A pale golden power belt encircled her tiny waist, and energized her body with super powers.

Pulling her lock-picking tools out of a hidden pocket within her left thigh boot, Silver Angel quickly opened the back door. She stepped into the kitchen, which was dark at that late hour. Her stilettos clattered softly on the hard tile as she crossed over to the butler’s pantry, before moving through the dining room toward the living room.

The main living room waited well-lit, with sounds of life. She heard a ballgame on the TV, which made her frown. She worried he wasn’t alone, but a moment later she peeked inside and saw her target was indeed by himself, sitting forward as he watched the game with an intense expression on his face.

Silver Angel eased back to the kitchen, then went down another hallway to check the place for internal security personnel. She didn’t find any kind of security, living or electronic, so moved in to confront her former lover.

“Mayor Beckinsale, I’d like a word with you.”

Beckinsale did a double take. “What the hell? How did you get past security?”

She smiled. “Trade secret. Now, to business.”

Silver Angel walked a little closer, making him listen to the ominous sound of her clicking stilettos. To her pleasure, he glanced down at her feet and a worried expression spread across his face. She stopped just inside the opulently appointed living room and struck a classic super heroine pose: chin high, chest thrust out, back slightly bowed, and legs shoulder-width apart. Her silver-gloved hands rested on her flaring hips.

His dark eyes raked her body several times, a lecherous hunger replacing the fear on his face. Despite her previous intimacy with the man, she felt revulsion. It was so obvious he was undressing her with his eyes. The man had no shame!

“I know you are one of Big Daddy Vanderholm’s minions, Mr. Mayor,” she said with authority. “Every day you dig yourself deeper, but I’m here to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself and do the right thing. Admit your crimes, and strike a deal with the city prosecutor to testify against the Vanderholms.”

He shrugged, then picked up the remote and muted the TV. Only, he pressed two buttons. That made her tense up. What did the other button do? And then she heard it. Footsteps. Male footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulders, Silver Angel smiled and relaxed.

“Hello, officers. You’re just in time to hear the mayor’s confession.”

Beckinsale smiled, looking way too confident. “Yeah, I’m guilty of political corruption. Why else would a man of my wealth and status want the thankless job of mayor of this chaotic hellhole?”

Silver Angel’s jaw dropped. He’d actually confessed without any prompting. Though, he still didn’t admit to anything specific. And then he quietly crossed his wrists and extended them toward her.

“Cuff him, boys,” she said.

The police officers moved forward, one to either side of her. Just as they reached her, the cop on her left turned toward her and opened his mouth to speak. Silver Angel looked him in the eyes, waiting. And then she felt something hard and cold pressed into her meaty right butt cheek. A pair of sharp points edged into her warm, satiny smooth flesh.

And then he pulled the trigger.

“Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!” she screamed, her statuesque body filled with electricity. Her mind instantly went blank, eyes rolling up into her head. And then the pure agony stopped suddenly. “Ooooooh.”

Blackness swept over the shapely blonde as she crumbled bonelessly to the floor.

“Well done, boys,” Mayor Beckinsale said, stepping forward to shake their hands. “Did you see the look on her face when you fired that taser? Hilarious!”

Mayor Beckinsale kicked Silver Angel’s silver booted legs wide, and then her arms. He savored how sexy she looked unconscious, helpless, and spread-eagle before him. Dropping to a knee beside the vanquished masked vigilante, he ran bold hands all over her spectacular body.

“What now, sir?” Officer Lawson asked. He was the one who’d actually tased the once-proud super heroine. “Do you want us to arrest her, and then book her for breaking and entering, maybe for terrorist threats against a public official?”

“Terrorist threats? I hadn’t thought of that one,” he said. Beckinsale paused to stare at her full, glossy red lips a moment, before his eyes dropped to her impressive tits. He rolled Silver Angel onto her side, unfastened her power belt at the small of her back, and then removed that all-important piece of costume. After tossing the golden power belt aside, he ran one hand down between her legs, while the other started fondling her through her thin costume. “Boys, do you know how to tame a super heroine?”

They both shook their heads.

“You fuck her. You fuck her long and hard,” he said, and then yanked her mirrorlike leotard down to her waist, exposing large, perfectly formed tits. “You force her to climax. Depending on the inner strength of the heroine, you might tame her with the first orgasm, or the tenth. But super heroines, one and all, possess the Valkyrie Curse, which makes them very malleable once tamed. Once tamed, they are very open to suggestion.”

He grinned up at the two less-than-understanding cops.

“In other words: Super heroines are very easy to brainwash,” the mayor said, before yanking her nether closure to the side and exposing a Brazilian-waxed pussy. He found her nether lips already wet and shiny with arousal. “I think the three of us deserve a little reward, and we might as well turn Silver Angel into our obedient little fuck girl at the same time.”

Mayor Beckinsale shifted over between Silver Angel’s wide-spread legs. The two cops each held an arm down to the floor, keeping the unconscious woman in place and under firm control. The mayor then lowered his face into her snatch, took a deep sniff, and then started kissing and licking her fleshy nether lips. It didn’t take long before her engorged clit emerged from its hood, and he attacked it with lips and tongue.

Silver Angel groaned, long and low. She began to wiggle her hips, which soon evolved into writhing. The mayor watched her lovely masked face while he ate her out, pushing her closer and closer to Nirvana before she even regained proper consciousness. He hoped it meant she’d awake to already shattered emotional barriers, and would quickly succumb and surrender.

The shapely heroine thrust her hips, grinding into his mouth, even as her hazel eyes fluttered open. A look of astonishment spread across her face, and her beautiful, kissable lips formed a perfect “O” as her back bowed.

“Oh. Wh-What is happening?” she gasped out. She looked down her amazing body, between her tits, and locked eyes with Mayor Beckinsale. “What are you doing?”

“Claiming you, and your body, Silver Angel,” he replied, and then thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. She cried out, lifting her butt off the floor. “And soon, we will tame you, and you will belong to us.”

He started kissing his way up her toned body. Silver Angel bucked and squirmed, but she couldn’t toss him. Mayor Beckinsale smothered her tits with kisses, before moving onto motorboating and sucking on nipples. Her eyes rolled all around, head rocking back and forth as the sexiest sensations spiraled up into her core. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his hand pushed her closer and closer. It didn’t take long at all for her libido to ignite, turning her insides into a hot, fluttery mess.

“Stop! If you don’t stop, I’ll exact a terrible vengeance!”

“Vengeance? No. You will be tamed, and my loyal, obedient minion, Silver Slut,” Mayor Beckinsale purred, and then claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

Silver Angel groaned in misery and pleasure. Mayor Beckinsale was an amazing kisser. His big hands combed through her silky blonde hair, massaged her scalp in that way she loved so much. It was his talent at kissing that had won her heart in her Annette persona so many years back, and kept him on her very short booty call list. Yeah, he was on high rotation, up until he fell in with Big Daddy’s crowd.

He shifted slightly, lifted up a little, and then she felt him guide his erection straight to her entrance. Silver Angel’s jaw dropped, her breath caught, when she felt him push deep into her slit, her lower lips embracing him. Teddy locked eyes with her, a leer spreading across his handsome face.

“And thus I end the storied career of Silver Angel,” he whispered hoarsely.

Mayor Beckinsale thrust into her, driving deep inside and stretching her little hole out wonderfully.

“Ugggh! Ugggh!” she cried with every powerful thrust. “Oh. I can’t… Oh! OH!”

She felt that cock profoundly. Her body was already too energized, too aroused by the time she woke up. He knew her body too well. And she enjoyed his touch too much to fight him. Silver Angel continued to grunt with every thrust, her hips thrusting up to meet him. She wanted to fight him, but it just felt too perfect.

The Curse already has its claws in me, she thought in misery.

Teddy’s hands grabbed and squeezed her butt, while his cock continued driving her crazy. He laid atop her, holding her lips in a deep kiss that totally messed up her head. She moaned and groaned between grunts, her mind quickly going still as her body fired up on all cylinders. Silver-sheathed legs wrapped around him, trying to get him deeper and deeper. And then she felt it.

Silver Angel’s body filled with hot tingles, which flowed down into her legs in nothing flat. Her vagina throbbed around his long, thick shaft pistoning in and out of her body. And then all thought ended, her mind clear and open, when that rush to climax began.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed into the mayor’s mouth when her insides erupted with pure super-powered bliss. The busty heroine bucked and wiggled, while her legs stretched out in a big “V” to help intensify her orgasm. “Mmmmmgggh.”

“Bam, another super heroine bites the dust, boys!” Teddy laughed.

She felt his cock swell just a little more, as his thrusting became frantic and he pounded her pussy hard and relentlessly. Until…

“Ah. Oh yes,” Mayor Beckinsale cried. His cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her womb with his hot seed. “Oh, victory feels so damned good.”

Grimme City’s mayor gave Silver Angel’s tits more kisses, before a final motorboating, and then he extracted himself. She gave a tiny whimpering sound when he pulled out of her quivering pussy. Then he took hold of her silvery costume bunched around her waist, and pulled it down her long, booted legs.

“All right, boys, your turn.”

The two bad cops didn’t hesitate. Each grabbed a large, pillowy tit and started sucking on it. After a moment, Lawson claimed her lips for some sweet intimacy that rattled her brain even more than the titty-sucking had. After they’d sated their foreplay desires, the two men flipped Silver Angel over onto all fours.

“This ass is all mine, Denton,” Lawson said, grabbing her sweet hips tightly with both hands. Sex with the mayor had caused her own natural love juices to leak across her anus, otherwise the poor heroine wouldn’t have had any lubrication when Officer Lawson forced his dick into her asshole. “Oh my, this ass is tight!”

“Aaaaiieee!”

“I think she likes it,” Officer Denton said, smirking at the incredulous look on her masked face. Then he guided his cock into her perfectly formed “O” lips. “Oh man, she started sucking right off the bat!”

Silver Angel heard the words, but they didn’t really register on her numb, barely-functioning brain. More sex just meant more difficultly forming thoughts. A tiny part of her mind, way in back, cried out in dismay and impotent rage. But her Valkyrie body sang as they double-teamed her, spit-roasting the veteran super heroine like a cheap crack whore.

And the three of them fucked Silver Angel for the next three hours straight, keeping her mind utterly blank, open, and vulnerable. And all the time, Mayor Beckinsale filled it up with his desires for who she should be.

“You are my woman, Silver Angel. You are my slavegirl,” he said, over and over. “You obey without question. You are mine in every way.”

It didn’t take long before she believed every word. Every orgasm punctuated his commands, remolding the very way she thought. And then Mayor Theodore Beckinsale sealed the deal.

Silver Angel knelt before him, hazel eyes glazed over, a blank look on her silver-masked face. Other than the mask, every article of her costume had been removed to await display in the mayor’s trophy room.

With his phone recording everything, Mayor Beckinsale reached out and pulled her mask off. His breath caught when he recognized his old girlfriend, Annette Moore.

“Oh, shit, is that the billionaire media mogul, Annette Moore?” Officer Lawson cried.

“Yes. Yes she is,” Beckinsale said. The Moore fortune was estimated between five hundred and eight hundred million. Considering his own blue-blood family fortune had dwindled down to a mere ten million, Teddy was thrilled. “Though, she’s far from a billionaire. Still, your cut of her personal fortune will make both of you boys set for life.”

Silver Angel’s eyes slowly filled with coherence. She remained dazed, but still locked eyes with the mayor. He saw sadness and rage, commingled.

“You’ve defeated me, Mayor Beckinsale,” she whispered. “But my sister heroines will avenge me. You won’t get away with this.”

“Funny,” he said, reaching out to slide his thumb across her lower lip. “I bet every fallen heroine threatens her captors with retribution, and yet I’ve never heard of a single super heroine accomplishing revenge on someone who captured another heroine. Not one.”