Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 13) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Chapter 13

Uber Woman slowly flew above Jade Manor. The platinum blonde’s baby blues missed nothing. She spotted at least half a dozen dark-suited men hiding in the dark shadows. All of them held balloons filled with either chloroform or Ultra Bliss. Chloroform wasn’t even a tenth as effective in that form, so she decided to error toward Ultra Bliss. That super-powered aphrodisiac could take her, and any super heroine, down in half a heartbeat.

“See the balloons?” she said.

Uber Girl nodded. “I do now. Thanks for the heads up, boss.”

The two white and pink clad masked vigilantes located all the hidden threats, and then flew three blocks over to an empty mansion for sale. Uber Woman spotted her sister crime-fighters in back, next to the pool. Three painfully young women paced next to the pool while they awaited her arrival.

“Hello, ladies,” Uber Woman said, coming to a clattering landing amidst them. Patriot Girl rushed in for a hug. She was by far the most distressed. Then the sidekick hugged Uber Girl. “Is this all that’s left?”

Patriot Girl and Uber Girl were both eighteen year old protégés. Justice Star and Omega Girl were both rookie heroines.

Dark-haired, hazel-eyed Justice Star had just celebrated her first crimefighting anniversary. The statuesque brunette always projected quiet confidence, but she seemed a little rattled at the moment. She wore a red, white, and blue flag-themed sleeveless leotard with high cut legs and plunging neckline. It really displayed her feminine curves spectacularly. Red mask and choker, blue opera gloves, and white thigh boots finished out her costume. Uber Woman had no idea what her Object of Power could be. Nothing obvious like a belt.

Omega Girl had only been a full heroine for a few months. She was as green as it got, yet like her friend Justice Star she exuded an air of strength and confidence. As far as Uber Woman knew, neither Omega Girl nor Justice Star had suffered any big defeats or setbacks.

Omega Girl was the only other super heroine in Grimme City that could fly like the Ubers. She once confessed that ability was what had inspired her Tiffany blue heroine costume: skintight sleeveless mini-dress of some shiny material, as well as a mask, opera gloves, and patent ankle boots. She also wore dark pantyhose. Her symbol, a large golden “Ω” was centered on the dramatic swell of her chest.

“Okay, ladies,” Uber Woman said, taking charge. She noticed the rookies and sidekicks all relaxed just a little when she lifted that burden off their young shoulders. “From Patriot Girl, we know both Silver Angel and Silver Girl have been captured. Ms Patriot has been… Neutralized. We have no idea the fates of Purple Avenger or Ninja Girl. Their alter-egos may just be on vacation, or out of town due to a family emergency, but neither of them advised any other heroine of their impending absence, so we must assume the worst: They’ve been captured and are now suffering in the hands of very evil men.”

Omega Girl groaned, pulling at her long auburn hair. Uber Woman understood. Prior to her first couple of setbacks, the fear of capture had haunted her day and night. Now, she accepted it as part of the job. Shit happened sometimes, and the heroine prepared emotionally and physically for it would be the one to survive it. For most super heroines, the very first capture was the end of the road for them. 

“I checked the Mayoral Manse after getting Patriot Girl’s alert,” Omega Girl said. “I found the house completely dark, but only half as many cops on perimeter guard as usual. I don’t think Mayor Beckinsale is inside. He probably took Silver Angel to a safehouse.”

Uber Woman nodded her agreement. “Good. We won’t waste any time or resources there. That means our first objective is to rescue Silver Girl, and hopefully we’ll capture someone who can and will lead us to Silver Angel, Purple Avenger, and/or Ninja Girl.”

Justice Star’s phone beeped. Her face lit up. “I put a sensor on the Jade Manor front gate. Someone just departed.”

“I’ll check it out,” Omega Girl cried, and flew off in a flash.

While she was gone, Uber Woman got Patriot Girl’s story. It confirmed her fear that the balloons the thugs all carried were Ultra Bliss. And then Omega Girl was back, and all excited.

“The Weasel just left Jade Manor in an unmarked brown police car,” the auburn-maned beauty said. “I spotted Silver Girl riding shotgun.” The other heroines cried out in surprise. “Yes! But she’s bound and gagged, bucking and writhing, so I think they might’ve blissed her again before leaving.”

“Let’s grab him!” Patriot Girl cried, punching her palm.

“No. Uber Girl and I will follow him from high above, There’s a good chance he is taking Silver Girl to Silver Angel’s location,” Uber Woman said. “The rest of you will keep an eye on Jade Manor, and follow whoever leaves. They may lead us to other captured heroines.”

The two white and pink clad super heroines lifted up slowly to above the rooftops, and then shot out of there like bullets. It didn’t take them long to catch up to Chief Wessel’s vehicle. Uber Woman made a single close pass to confirm it was indeed Silver Girl bound and gagged in the front passenger seat.

Not surprisingly, The Weasel drove straight into Sugar Town. Both heroines grimaced. It was highly likely they were keeping Silver Angel in a brothel, making her work as a prostitute on top of being their personal sex toy. That was just how Grimme City bad guys thought and operated.

Traffic wasn’t too bad within that infamous red-light district. It was Thursday night, so most men had to work the next day. The heroines dropped lower to keep The Weasel’s unmarked police car in sight. Then, as they passed down the canyon of five to ten story buildings, multi-colored balloons began arching out at them from the surrounding rooftops.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Uber Woman cried.

The two super heroines weaved all around in the air, while working their way up above the highest rooftop. They watched with rising anger as dark shapes quickly vacated the nearby roofs.

“Where’s The Weasel?” Uber Girl asked. “He’s not driving on Cox anymore.”

Remaining above the rooftops, and out of range of hand-thrown bliss balloons, they searched side streets and parking lots. A growing sense of frustration welled up.

“We lost him,” Uber Girl said. “We lost Silver Girl.”

“No, dammit. I refuse to accept that,” Uber Woman cried. “We’re going to find him tonight if it’s the last thing we do!”

~**~**~

“Aaaaaggggh!” Silver Girl screamed around the bright red ball-gag stretching her jaw so painfully wide.

She bucked and writhed in the passenger seat, her movement restricted by bindings at her wrists and ankles. She was back in full costume after intense sexual use and abuse with her captors, but those sex-obsessed morons had shoved a vibrator down her shorts, strapping it in place so that it vibrated her clit constantly.

Driving. Me. Crazy, she thought, teeth clamped down hard into the rubber ball-gag.

The Weasel chuckled next to her. That’s when she realized he’d parked the car. They’d reached their destination. Her heart really started racing. Big Daddy’s orders to Chief Wessel echoed in her head, in her very soul: “Take this privileged, rich little cunt over to Sugar Town and sell her to a street pimp. It’s past time for Miss Autumn Moore to start working her ass off for someone else.”

No, no, anything but a pimp, she thought. I don’t want to be a sleazy streetwalker!

“We got a couple minutes to kill before the bidders arrive,” The Weasel said, pulling the helpless sidekick close.

He pulled her silver bikini top off, tossing it on the floorboards. And then he smothered her tits with kisses and motorboating sessions for the longest time. Silver Girl bucked and writhed, and even tried to headbutt him four times. He laughed and manhandled her with ease. Without her all-important power belt the topless sidekick was just a sexy teenage girl. Nothing more.

“You have a choice to make, Silver Slut,” The Weasel sneered, yanking her head back by her hair. “Submit to my will. Suck and fuck me.” He paused to glare into her wide blue eyes. “Or I’ll bliss you mindless and take what I want anyway. What’s it going to be?”

She stared at him a moment, then her body relaxed and she nodded.

“You’ll submit?”

She nodded. So The Weasel quickly unbuckled the ball-gag and pulled it off. It joined her top down on the floorboards. The dirty cop immediately unzipped, pulled his erection out, and pushed her head down into his lap. His sticky wet, unwashed dick started poking her in the face.

“Ugh. So disgusting,” she muttered, but didn’t resist when he found her open mouth and pushed in. Silver Girl moaned. Still better than being blissed out of my mind.

The sexy sidekick did a quick mental rundown of her dire situation. She was depowered, and her power belt wasn’t even in the car with them. Big Daddy kept it as a trophy. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. Her silver-booted ankles were locked in a hobble chain, which took her legs out of any fight. Hell, even if she managed to headbutt The Weasel, she couldn’t get out of the car, much less run away. Hobble away, maybe. A blind man could catch her.

And The Weasel is about to auction me off to the highest bidder.

“Mmmmggh,” she moaned, starting to suck cock with a little more enthusiasm. Yeah, it was so hard to not put her all into sex, no matter who her partner was. The damned Curse already had her in its claws after a sound gangbanging back at Jade Manor. Slurp. “Mmmmmgh.”

At the moment, her best option was to submit, act all subdued and defeated and helpless, while biding her time. If The Weasel didn’t make a mistake, then the pimp that purchased her would. Sooner or later. She prayed hard it would be sooner.

“Oh, you’re good, girl,” The Weasel whispered, but suddenly pulled her off his cock. “Get on the floorboards between my legs.”

He moved the seat all the way back, giving her just enough room under the steering wheel. Silver Girl thought she’d continue the blowjob, but he wanted something else.

“I’ve always wanted to titty-fuck your perky teenage titties,” he said.

Silver Girl had to lean over his lap, back dramatically bowed, while the crooked cop smothered his dick deep in her cleavage. His hands held onto her tits tightly, and he started sliding them up and down his long, thick shaft. Over and over, his cock kept poking out from her cleavage. The statuesque teenage vigilante just stared open-mouthed at his latest indignity.

“Here it comes, Silver Slut,” The Weasel gasped out. “Open wide.”

He didn’t give her time to process that command. Hot, viscous cum shot up and splattered across her masked face. Silver Girl averted her face, grimacing. He laughed.

“You’ve caused quite a mess, Silver Skank,” he sneered. The Chief of Vice scooped his cum off her face with a finger, and thrust that finger into her mouth. She was forced to lick and suck it clean. “You are going to make a gorgeous hooker, Lil Angel.”

Someone knocked on the driver’s-side window. The panting heroine looked up and around. All of the windows were steamed up. The Weasel rolled the window down, revealing a fierce-looking black man.

“Are you going to show us the merchandise before the auction?” JJ Rod demanded. “Or sit in there and fuck her until it’s time?”

“I think you know which one I’d rather do,” The Weasel said. “But I’ll let you boys check her out first.”

After stuffing his dick back into his pants, The Weasel exited the unmarked squad car and pulled the topless sidekick out after him. He left her top and the ball-gag in the car.

Silver Girl quickly looked around to assess the situation. They were in what looked like an old warehouse. A small one. Maybe the receiving area and storage for a local business. It was dark, dirty, and stank of disuse and mold. Five familiar faces stared back at her with eager expressions: JJ Rod, Thor Stormhardt, Sweet Daddy Cole, Papa Beefcake, and Jorge Munoz. One and all notorious Sugar Town street pimps.

“Oh no,” she whispered, heart skipping a beat.

She’d personally fought all five at one point or another, and KOed Jorge twice, and Papa and Thor once each. With her mother, Silver Angel, she had arrested all five more than once. They’d all spent time in city and county jail because of her.

The Weasel shoved the wide-eyed sidekick straight into the middle of those notorious pimps. Five sets of big, rough hands immediately seized her shapely body. Those hands began to roam, to stroke, caress, and squeeze her most intimate girl parts. JJ thrust two fingers into her pussy, while Thor wiggled a finger up her butt hole.

Silver Girl gasped and cried out, over and over, as the pimps fondled her head to toe. And then she was pushed into Papa Beefcake’s arms. The big black pimp claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss, while holding her so wonderfully tight. He hugged and kissed her until she stopped struggling, then kissed his way down to her naked tits.

Head rolling back, she whispered, “Oh Goddess, help me.”

“If you’re praying to the Goddess of Bow-chicka-bow-wow, then consider your prayer answered,” Papa sneered, and then shoved her over to Jorge Munoz.

The Latino pimp buried his face in her tits, rubbing it all over her perfect pair. His rude hands were in her hair, all over her butt, between her legs, just exploring and exploiting so hard and fast her increasingly numb mind couldn’t keep up. And then he pushed her so hard she stumbled back and almost fell.

Thor caught her, lifting her up in both arms as he claimed her lips. The tall, blonde street pimp continued to kiss her as he let her hobbled legs drop to the ground. Then he very roughly fondled her tits, sent more pain spiraling into her body than pleasure, before probing her pussy and anus with bold fingers. Yeah, he left her head spinning as he shoved her over to Sweet Daddy Cole.

“This is so much more fun than last time we met, Silver Girl,” the big black pimp sneered, pulling his cock out. She was pushed down to her knees. “Suck it.”

Silver Girl frantically glanced at The Weasel. The dirty Vice cop was leaning back against his car and smirking. No help coming from him. And then Sweet Daddy grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and started poking her mouth with his dick.

“Ugh. This is so…” Silver Girl muttered, and opened her mouth. That enormous black cock spread her mouth open as wide as the Weasel’s ball gag had. “Mmmmgggh.”

“I’m gonna love whoring you off,” Sweet Daddy said as she bobbed up and down his cock.

She tried to pull off to throw an angry retort back in his face, but he grabbed her head with both hands and kept her sucking. The hapless sidekick, feeling helpless and so very vulnerable, continued sucking that big cock. Soon, tiny moans and groans began to bubble up.

“Mmmm.” Sluuurp. “Mmmmggh.”

“There she goes,” Thor sneered. “The little cunt is starting to get into it. They always do. Super heroines are one and all natural born cock-hungry sluts.”

“That’s why they make the best prostitutes and porn stars,” The Weasel said. “They are worth their weight in gold.”

Silver Girl’s baby blues turned up to stare Sweet Daddy in the eyes. Their gaze grew intense very fast, and his cock swelled a little more. And then…

“Ummm,” she moaned when hot jizz filled her mouth. Slurp. Sluuuurp. “Mmmmgh.”

The busty teen swallowed, pulled off his cock, and licked her lips, before looking around at all the other eager-eyed pimps. And that’s when JJ Rod grabbed her hair, jerked her to her stiletto-heeled feet, and shoved her back against the car. Right next to The Weasel.

Before her head could wrap around what was happening now, the big pimp grabbed her rump, lifted her off her feet, and thrust his bitch tamer deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

“Ugggh! Ugggh!” she cried, as the pimp thrust and thrust into her like a madman. “Please be gentle!”

There was nothing gentle about JJ Rod. She knew. He was the pimp that took her virginity during her very first setback. Yeah, it wasn’t all that long ago, either. He was an intense man, and was fucking her like crazy. All she could do was stare incredulously up at him.

Silver Girl’s eyes rolled up into her head after a moment, as every deep thrust sent the most insane pleasure rippling through her now overheated body. She started bucking, gasping, crying out. Soon her hips began to counter-thrust, trying desperately to get him deeper. And then she felt it, the granddaddy of climaxes rushed up.

“Goddess. Help. Me!” she screamed. “Aaaaaaggghh!”

The big pimp really started pounding into her pussy then, forcing poor Silver Girl to come three more times. All those orgasms stilled her mind, leaving her a panting, gasping mess. After he came inside her, JJ forced the sexy sidekick to kneel and lick his cock and balls clean.

Papa Beefcake grabbed her next. He freed her from the hobble chain, before lifting her off her feet, and impaling the wild-eyed super heroine on his cock. He fucked her standing up, her silver-booted legs wrapped around him, until she started bucking so hard he fell onto his back. And she started bouncing up and down his thick black shaft all by herself, without prompting.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” she grunted, tugging on her handcuffed wrists.

Jorge moved up behind the frantic, mindless sidekick. He forced her to lean forward, and then slowly forced his dick up her ass. Silver Girl froze upon anal penetration, releasing a long agonized groan.

“Told you I would nail your ass one day,” Jorge whispered into her ear.

Silver Girl gasped and cried out as two big-ass cocks thrust into both her ass and pussy. Papa Beefcake had a slow, steady thrusting action going down, while Jorge was banging her butt like there was no tomorrow. And then Thor Stormhardt stepped up and thrust his bitch-taming white cock in her face.

“Please. Too much,” she gasped out.

“Perfect,” Thor said.

He palmed the back of her head and guided his cock straight into her mouth. Once again, her jaw was forced too wide and she had to start sucking.

“Holy crap,” The Weasel cried.

The debased beauty cut her eyes to the hated Vice cop. The Weasel was recording them all on his phone. She had a bad feeling the Internet was about to be hit with a new sex tape starring her sweet round butt.

“What am I bid for this rare beauty?” The Weasel asked. “Let’s start the bidding at twenty thousand.”

“Twenty,” Sweet Daddy said immediately.

“Twenty-one,” Thor gasped out. “Ooooh. Twenty-two.”

The Weasel laughed. “Wait for someone else to bid, my man. Do I hear… Twenty-five?”

“Twenty-five,” JJ said.

“Thirty,” Thor shouted. “I swear to God, I will outbid everyone for this super ho!”

“Do I hear thirty-five?” The Weasel asked. No one responded. “Thirty-one?”

Again, no one offered another bid. Silver Girl found a little satisfaction with the dirty cop’s scowl.

“Fine. Sold to Thor Stormhardt for thirty thousand dollars,” The Weasel called.

“YES!” Thor cried, even as he creamed Silver Girl’s mouth. “Fucking yes. I swear, this ho will earn her sale price back within a week. She’ll be the hottest fuck in Sugar Town for the foreseeable future.”

The Weasel collected the money for Silver Girl in a single black briefcase. The five pimps were still gangbanging the hapless teen beauty when he got into his car, and backed out of the bay door. As he pulled out into traffic, he picked up his phone to send the sex tape he created to Big Daddy, along with the sale price.

That was when two white and pink feminine figures appeared in the air before him.

“Oh shit!”