Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Chapter 12

Grimme City International Airport, late Thursday afternoon…

“Your tan is amazing, girl,” Lynda Lynns said to her best friend, Autumn Moore.

“It pales in comparison to yours,” Autumn said, and they both giggled. “Honestly, I think our ‘best tan competition’ is a tie. Congrats on your victory, girl!”

“Congrats on your victory, beautiful!”

The two gorgeous eighteen year old blondes hugged and kissed, and then broke up in giggles when they noticed the men all around them had stopped to gawk at them. Lynda looked around, biting her glossy pink lip, then grinned wickedly at her BFF as she shook her head woefully.

They were quite a sight to see, too. Lynda wore a thin white top that tied under her heavy, jostling boobs, paired with a very pale pink, skintight miniskirt and pink stiletto pumps. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a high, bouncy ponytail. While Autumn’s equally long and blonde hair was left loose down to the small of her back. She wore stark white yoga pants, with a red sports bra and red stiletto pumps.

“You wanna give them a little girl-on-girl makeout show?” Lynda whispered.

“Yes, but my mother is picking us up,” Autumn said, giving a classic I’m sorry shrug. “We can’t make her wait like that.”

“Pussy tease,” Lynda said, and gave her another full-on kiss. “Mmm, you taste like vacation.”

“You’re an idiot,” Autumn said, giving her a fierce hug. “Love you so much.”

The two blondes had been best friends for ten years, from well before they became sidekicks-in-arms. In fact, it was the Moores’ close friendship with Jennifer Jade that had brought Lynda onto Jennifer’s radar, which led to her becoming Patriot Girl. Now the two busty teens were roomies in the condo Annette Moore bought near campus for her daughter.

“Show’s over, guys. Thanks for watching,” Lynda called, looking all around at the gawking men and waving. “Love ya, mean it.”

“Oh my God, you are sooo stupid,” Autumn cried, rolling her big blue eyes.

Lynda caught her eyes. “Stupid funny.”

“Sure. Okay,” she replied, and they giggled.

They grabbed their rolling suitcases and continued toward the exit. More men stopped to watch them pass, mostly staring at their bouncing boobs and wiggling butts. Both young women put on their best show, too. And then they broke up in giggles again, immediately after passing through the exit doors.

“Lordie, Autumn, we can be so bad sometimes.”

“I know, but, hey, we’re only young once. Give a girl a break.” Autumn looked all around. No sign of her mother. “What the hey, mom? Where’s she at?”

“All I know is we could’ve stayed inside and made out.”

“What’s your obsession with making out with me?”

“One-of-us-didn’t-get-laid-on-vacation-itis,” Lynda said, giving her friend the evil eye. “Half the reason I went on this class trip was to hook up with some hot young Latino guy. You owe me.”

“I owe you nothing,” Autumn said, poking her in the ribs. Then she pulled out her phone and called her mother. It went straight to voicemail. She left a message, frowning slightly. “Yo, Mom. This is your daughter. You know. The daughter you are supposed to be at the airport picking up. Ring any bells?”

“Wow. I could never get away with talking to my mother like that. She’d slap the sass out of me,” Lynda said. “You mother is so cool. I love her to death. Heck, even Jennifer might smack the sass out of me.”

They laughed.

“You seem to be in love with everyone right now,” Autumn groused.

They waited a few minutes, but got no callback from Autumn’s mother. So Lynda decided to kill the time by remotely logging into the Patriot Crime Computer. Just to see if anything interesting was going down with the Grimme City Super Heroine Team. At the same time, Autumn logged into her social media to let all of her friends know she was back in town.

“Holy shit!” Autumn cried. She held her phone out for Lynda to read. “The Vanderholms have taken over Jade Enterprises, and it says Jennifer is deferring to them like a meek little kitten.”

The news story implied a lot more than that, really. The two teens stared open-mouthed at the phone as they read. Then Autumn called her mother’s office. The secretary said Annette didn’t come into work today, and didn’t call, either. They teens looked at each other, all joy washed from their faces.

“Maybe she’s just out trying to rescue Jennifer from the Vanderholms,” Lynda said. “Whatever it is, we need to get home ASAP, and…” She looked around to ensure no one was listening in. “And get suited up.”

They got a taxi to the luxury apartment building, just a block from the university they were attending as freshmen. It was a two-bedroom, two-bath with a deep covered balcony and a spectacular view of downtown. As soon as they were in the door, they dumped their suitcases, grabbed the gym bags containing their super heroine costumes, and headed for the nearby Moore Estate in Autumn’s silver Beemer SUV.

The Moore Estate lay within the old and prestigious River Oaks neighborhood, just two blocks from the entertainment district. It was a hundred year old Tudor style mansion, which they found empty. There wasn’t even any staff working. They headed straight to the master bedroom, and found it empty. The bed was made, looking absolutely immaculate.

“I don’t like this at all,” Autumn said with a sour look. “Let’s suit up and find out what’s going down.”

“We can go out to Jade Manor. Jennifer might know what happened to your mother,” Lynda said.

They changed in Autumn’s bedroom. Silver Girl’s costume was all silver to match her mentor’s: Mask, bikini top, super skimpy short-shorts, opera gloves, and knee-boots. Patriot Girl’s costume was skimpier: red, white, and blue stars and stripes thong bikini, with golden power belt riding her flaring hips. A blue mask hid her face, with a matching choker encircling her neck. Red opera gloves and lace-up knee boots finished out her costume. Both sidekicks put on gold power belts that gave them half the super strength of their mentors; in time, and with luck, they would graduate to “full” belts.

Silver Girl pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, while Patriot Girl changed hers to a pair of bouncy pigtails above her ears. Then they slipped baggy sweats over their costumes, pulling the hoods over their masked heads. That done, they jumped on one of several super-fast motorcycles in the garage and whipped out onto the street. As soon as they found a spot devoid of prying eyes, they ditched the sweats and headed for Jade Manor.

Silver Girl made great time on that hopped-up racing bike. But they were treated to a dismal sight at the end of it. They found the front gate of Jade Manor wide open, with numerous cars, SUVs, and two limousines parked in the circular drive.

“Can we go in through the Patriot Cave?” Silver Girl asked.

“No,” Patriot Girl replied. “I don’t have my clicker to open the secret door. But, don’t worry, I know another secret way inside.”

So Silver Girl stopped a short distance down the road from Jade Manor, and they continued on foot. Patriot Girl led the way to a clump of trees bisected by the ten-foot stone perimeter wall. She pressed on a smaller, seemingly unremarkable stone. Nothing happened, so she pressed harder. Nothing happened. Patriot Girl pounded the butt of her right hand into the stone, and a small passage opened at the base of the wall with a click.

“I guess it got a little stuck,” she said, and hopped down into the dark hole.

Silver Girl followed her into the dark, dank tunnel. There wasn’t enough room to stand straight and the only light came from the other end of the tunnel. Patriot Girl explained it was an escape tunnel built by one of Jennifer’s more notorious ancestors back during the Roaring 20s.

“Walking toward that bright light like this is giving me a bad feeling,” Silver Girl said.

“Shhhh, the walls are thin.”

Indeed, they could hear music booming. Rock and roll music. Odd. Jennifer tended toward light pop, usually female singers. Growing up a Blue-Blood, she also had a well-developed taste for opera and classical music. That was raw Reagan-era rock and roll echoing through Jade Manor.

Who does Jennifer know old enough to listen to 80’s music? Patriot Girl wondered. Then she remembered Big Daddy was in his sixties. Please don’t let me find them in bed together!

The secret escape tunnel ended in the library. Patriot Girl checked a peephole to ensure there wasn’t anyone in the room, before throwing a lever that made the back of the fake fireplace swing back. Jennifer kept that fireplace clean and empty at all times for easy access.

The two busty sidekicks rushed to the door, opening it a crack. The rock music got a lot louder. Some singer was banging out a popular stripper song, “Girls, girls, girls…”

“Shhh, follow me,” Patriot Girl whispered.

They went straight to the kitchen first. There, they found a bunch of unfamiliar staff busy preparing dinner. So she led the way toward the front of the mansion. The Great Room was where the music was being played, but was clear of any people. So they crept across the vast room, finally reaching the grand stairs up to the bedrooms. One well-dressed man stood guard in the middle of the foyer, but with eyes – and hands – glued to his phone.

Patriot Girl rushed up behind him, jumped up on his back, wrapped her long legs around him, and threw an arm around his neck. He dropped his phone, squawked, but her sleeper hold quickly put him down for the count. Silver Girl helped her drag him into a side room, and then bind and gag him.

Then they snuck up the grand stairs, bent over and cautious. As they ascended, Patriot Girl started hearing the murmur of men’s voices. By the time they reached the second floor, she heard the faint gasps, moans, and groans of a woman. Her blood ran cold as her blue eyes narrowed and her fingers curled into fists.

The sexy sidekick slipped stealthily up the opulently-appointed hallway. The master bedroom door was open, not too far down from the stairs. No one stood guard outside the bedroom, but all the sounds of life came from the other side.

As they neared the bedroom door, they heard a bed creaking and fleshy slaps. Those were sexy sounds both sidekicks were all too familiar with. It was the sound of defeat. The sound of a super heroine setback. Patriot Girl’s heart really started hammering as she pressed her back against the wall, and shuffled sideways, closer and closer.

Reaching the door, she hazarded a quick peek. She spotted pieces of feminine attire, mostly lingerie and bras. She noticed a pair of pink pumps, and a pair of discarded white ankle boots and white fishnet hose on the floor below the bed. But it was what was happening on the bed that got her undivided attention.

Jennifer was on her knees, bent over at the waist. Her delicate wrists were locked behind her back in handcuffs, while an average-sized white man sodomized her. Lynda couldn’t identify the man since he was wearing one of those head-encasing masks that Mexican wrestlers wore; his only distinguishing feature was a little pudge around the middle. A second man was in bed with Jennifer, standing on the bed in front of the gorgeous billionaire. He was getting an enthusiastic blowjob from the hapless woman. Mr. BJ was obviously a much older man, with salt and pepper chest and pubic hair.

A phone rang as Patriot Girl stood frozen in place, her worst nightmare unfolding before her disbelieving eyes. Big Daddy’s voice answered, and she recognized Mayor Beckinsale’s voice on speakerphone.

“How’s your training session going, Teddy?”

“Splendidly, boss,” Mayor Beckinsale said cheerfully. “Silver Angel is thoroughly tamed and claimed. Annette is mine to command, and she will be very obedient. To prove the point, I asked the secret identity of her hot little sidekick.”

“Oh?” Big Daddy asked, sounding excited. “She told you?”

“Yes. Autumn Moore, her sassy little daughter is Silver Girl.”

“NO!” Silver Girl cried, and charged into the bedroom.

“Oh shit,” Patriot Girl muttered, and followed her bullheaded friend in.

Silver Girl only had eyes for Big Daddy, and the phone in his hand. A silver boot lashed out, connecting with the side of the rotund billionaire’s head. He was seated, so his head rocked back only a little, but his grip on the phone weakened. The blonde teen ripped the phone out of his hand.

“Beckinsale! I will KILL you!” she screamed. “Hear me. I am going to KILL – Mmmggh.”

Patriot Girl froze. Big Daddy’s main bodyguard, Homer Barrett, had come out of nowhere and pressed a wet rag over Silver Girl’s mouth and nose. Patriot Girl thought it was chloroform, until the sexy sidekick started climaxing out of control. Then Danny Davidson, Big Daddy’s driver and other bodyguard, charged Patriot Girl with another wet cloth in hand.

Panicking, Patriot Girl charged up onto the bed and kicked the man sodomizing Jennifer away, a split-second before the other man backhanded her off the bed. She rolled through Danny’s legs, sending him crashing into Jennifer. She must’ve bitten the old guy’s dick on the way, because he screamed. And then Ashley swept into the room, picking up a bright yellow water balloon.

Ultra Bliss balloon! Patriot Girl thought, and darted out the door. Men came rushing after her, all with balloons in hand. Fuck me!

Ultra Bliss-filled balloons flew past her to explode all around. The shapely sidekick held her breath and ran for all she was worth. When she reached the stairs, Patriot Girl dived up onto the rail and rode it headfirst all the way down. She hit the floor and rolled to her feet, before charging out the door and away.

“This is not over!” she shouted over her shoulder, slipping away into the surrounding forest. She didn’t stop until she’d gone at least half a mile.

As soon as she felt safe, Patriot Girl pulled her phone, and set an alert to all super heroines on call, explaining the situation as she knew it. Then she glanced back toward Jade Manor.

“Be strong, girls. Help is coming.”