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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 14

“Got him!” Uber Girl cried joyfully.

“He’s alone,” Uber Woman said, bringing her sidekick back down. “Grab him! We have to find out where he left Silver Girl.”

The Weasel hit the gas, weaving in and out of the nighttime traffic. He side-swiped three other cars in his desperation to escape, and even went up on the sidewalk once, scattering a dozen pedestrians.

Undeterred, Uber Woman flew down next to the driver’s side window, smashed it out with a super-powered fist, and tried to grab Chief Wessel’s collar. The Weasel swerved violently to the left, and then back into his proper lane, which shoved the heroine away to crash through a shop window. Her flight ended when she crashed headlong into the wall on the far side.

“Oh, that hurt,” she groaned. Staggering to her feet, she shook the glass out of her long platinum hair, and then noticed the shop owner gawking at her. “Don’t worry, ma’am, the Grimme City Super Heroine fund will pay for all repairs.”

The fund was a non-profit started by Jennifer Jade and Annette Moore to pay for collateral damages wreaked during super heroine fights. The fund had all kinds of insurance policies for different kinds of damage, and lawsuits. No one ever sued the bad guys who started the fights.

Meanwhile, Uber Girl picked up the chase. She tried to stop the escaping bad cop by snatching up a sidewalk trash can and throwing it at the car’s windshield. Unfortunately, someone driving the opposite direction chose that moment to weave between them, and the trash can shattered his rear window instead, while The Weasel kept on his merry way.

So Uber Girl flew down hard and fast, pounding into the car’s roof and immediately caving it in. The Weasel didn’t even slow down. He pulled his pistol and started shooting through the roof at her. That’s when the African-American sidekick flew up in a loop, ending with a kick at the front windshield, aiming for the driver’s side.

That was when Uber Woman came whipping around the corner, flying at full speed, and also flipped boots-forward to kick in the windshield.

The two super heroines collided in midair. That flipped them both, with Uber Woman’s head bouncing off the windshield and Uber Girl body-checked into a light pole. The sidekick crumbled into a heap at the base of the streetlight, while her shapely mentor landed facedown in the middle of the street, unmoving.

The Weasel hit the brakes and bailed out of the car. The wicked denizens of Sugar Town already had their hands on Uber Girl, and were stripping off her tiara. Uber Woman lifted her head, shook it, before a big gangbanger stomped on the back of her head. That drove her face into the hard concrete, her all-important enchanted tiara clattering away, so she was knocked out cold again.

Chief Wessel held up his pistol and badge, shouting, “Police! Hand the two super heroines over. I’m arresting them for attacking a peace officer.”

Someone took a shot at him. The Weasel ducked behind cover, cursing up a storm. The shooter kept him down while pushers, pimps, and other Sugar Town outlaws gathered up the two unconscious super heroines and rushed away with their prizes.

“Fuck it,” he said, spitting on the street. “They’re goners. And good riddance to bad trash.”

The Vice cop hurried back to his car, and peeled out as fast as possible. The street people, meanwhile, shouted joyfully, danced, and then gathered around the two captured super heroines. Eager men were already ripping off their costumes. More than half of them were taking photos or video-recording everything. A few witnesses stood up on cars and live-streamed the captured heroines’ fate to the world.

“We’re going to get some Uber Fine ass, boys!”

“Wh-What?” Uber Woman mumbled, starting to wake up. “Oooh, my head. Ooooh, what happened?” Then she felt her top being ripped off. “Hey! Stop that!”

To her shock and horror, the statuesque beauty discovered her pink thongs were already gone. She was stripped down to mask, choker, gloves, and boots. Her poor protégé was in the same dire situation, and just starting to wake up.

“Let go of me, you morons,” Uber Girl cried, suddenly wide awake and kicking frantically.

Both heroines did their best to fight off the wicked men and women. But the Sugar Town street people piled on, wrestled their arms back, and bound them. All while fists, knees, feet, and elbows pounded the two depowered heroic beauties docile.

“Oooooo, I’ve never hurt so much in my life,” Uber Girl gasped out as they were forced to their knees, side-by-side. “Someone just shoot me and put me out of my misery.”

“Yeah, keep that thought,” a big white man said. He wore jeans, a white ‘wife-beater’ t-shirt, and bore a shaven head. Pure street thug. “But first we’re gonna get our pound of flesh outta your big fat asses.”

He unzipped and pulled his dick out to emphasize his point. The two heroines’ jaws dropped. They stared at his cock a second, and then looked at each other.

“I hate it when this happens,” Uber Woman whispered.

“You think?” her sidekick replied. The thug moved toward her. “Yeah, now, why are you coming at me with that nasty thing?”

He buried both hands in her hair, held on tightly, and slowly forced her to go down on him. Uber Girl groaned as his long, fat cock slowly penetrated her lips, and slid all the way back to her throat. Her big brown eyes widened even more when he started a slow, steady thrusting action.

Meanwhile, Uber Woman was dragged back down, her white-booted legs spread wide. A tall, broad-chested Hispanic man dropped to all fours above her. He quickly kissed her, motorboated her tits, and then fondled her tits. He had her squirming, gasping, and positively frantic in no time. And then he lowered himself, penetrating her pussy with his big cock.

“Uggh! Oh, you bastards!” the platinum blonde heroine cried. “We will be avenged! Mark my words! You will all suffer for what you are doing to us!”

“Mmmggh,” Uber Girl cried around the thug’s cock. Slurrp! “Hmmggh!”

Uber Woman gawked up into the blissful face of the Hispanic thug banging her. Every thrust felt way too good, sending the sexiest sensations spiraling into her core. She felt her insides getting hotter, fluttery. Soon, her body began to move, to writhe, and then to buck. It got harder and harder to think.

“Ewww, you pig!” Uber Girl cried when the thug pulled out suddenly and came all over her face.

Uber Woman had to turn away. The sight of him shooting his load in her sidekick’s face proved too much stimulation. In her head, it was her kneeling there getting a facial. She could practically feel his hot, cooling cum on her face. And all that doubly energized her libido.

“Uggh. Oh. Uggh,” Uber Woman cried out with every thrust. “Please. Too much. I… Can’t…”

Her breath caught when the rush to climax suddenly filled her insides. Hot tingles flowed down into her thighs, even as her vagina clamped down on his pistoning penis. Her eyes rolled up and her back arched up. And then pure sexual glory erupted deep inside.

“Aaaaagggh!”

Her ravisher cried out happily, and emptied his balls inside the hapless heroine. And then she was immediately rolled onto her knees, whereupon a big black man impaled her ass and another shoved his cock down her throat.

Uber Woman lost track of the time, and the number of men abusing her. It felt like that gangbang lasted for days, but the two debased heroines were finally brought back together on the street. They knelt, arms still bound behind their backs, faces slack, and minds numb and barely responsive. A fierce looking redheaded beauty stepped up before them, looking to be in her early forties. The redhead was all decked out in shiny black leather, and she smirked at them like she took them down by herself.

“Hello, girls,” the dominatrix purred. “Your capture ordeal is almost over. Just one little thing, and then we’ll retire to a more secure location to party with you two until the wee hours of the night.” She smiled. “In case you haven’t figured it out, I’ve already purchased your sweet asses for my brothel. That gives me the right to… Unmask you.”

“No,” Uber Woman croaked out. “Not allowed. Secret.”

She was much more articulate in her head, but her body and mouth just weren’t responding the way she needed at that moment. Now that the actual sexual abuse had stopped, at least for the moment, the heroines’ Valkyrie healing was kicking in, and they were starting to recover. But it took time. Not a lot of time, but they still needed it.

“Hold ‘em tight, boys,” the dominatrix said, biting her lip as she gazed down on her newest acquisitions. Then she indicated the men recording them to either side. “My boys are live-streaming your defeat and unmasking on seven different porn sites.”

The helpless heroines looked back and forth between the dominatrix and the men live-streaming their ultimate humiliation and destruction. Then men seized their arms, holding them securely in place. The redhead went for Uber Woman first, reaching out for her white mask. So the heroine shook her head back and forth as violently as she could.

“Dave, if you would be so kind,” the dominatrix said.

Dave proved to be a monster of a man. He came up behind the struggling heroine, wrapped a thick arm around her throat, and squeezed tight. It got hard to breathe, and absolutely impossible to move her head.

“Thank you,” the dominatrix said.

She seized the edge of Uber Woman’s mask, locked eyes with the panicking super heroine, and started to pull. Uber Woman cried out. She wailed her distress as that mask started to peel away from her face.

“Noooooooo!”

“Oh my God, Investigative Reporter Tammy Thomas is Uber Woman!” she cried. “I would’ve never guessed that girlie-girl news chick could be a super heroine.” She turned to Uber Girl. “And who are you behind that mask?”

Dave released Uber Woman, who slumped down in defeat and despair. He then secured Uber Girl’s head, allowing his boss lady to quickly strip away the sidekick’s mask. No one knew her, though, and the heroine wasn’t going to admit anything if she could help it.

“Congrats, girls, you’ve both been unmasked before the entire world. You are nothing now,” the dominatrix sneered. “Nothing but cock candy at my BDSM club and brothel.”

“I beg to differ,” a deep feminine voice called down from above.

Everyone looked up to the roof of the three-story building directly behind the captured heroines. All they could see from the street was a tall, feminine silhouette. Then she hopped off the building, falling to a clattering stiletto landing on the sidewalk. Her knees barely had to bend to absorb the impact.

“Mask!” someone shouted.

“It’s Shewolf!” another man said.

The beautiful Latina super heroine struck a classic pose. Everyone froze to stare at the lovely Latina in brown leotard and dark pantyhose, with forest gold horizontal stripes on her flanks. Her mask, opera gloves, and thigh boots were all shiny black. A golden power belt encircled her tiny waist.

“You are all under arrest for…”

That’s all Shewolf got out. The redhead turned and ran, while swarms of big, angry men charged the lovely heroine. Shewolf spun into a roundhouse, and continued to mostly kick and throw elbows for the next few minutes. The men failed to coordinate their attacks, making it easy for her to keep pushing and protect her sisters in crime-fighting. But all she could do was hold them off, until…

“Wahoo!” Omega Girl cried, swooping in to deliver knees and kicks of her own to the heads of all those street thugs.

The flying super heroine proved too much for the street people, so they scattered. Shewolf looked at the two kneeling, bound heroines.

“I called Omega Girl for backup before I announced myself,” she said. “I love that girl.”

“Right now, I love both of you so much,” Uber Woman said.

“I love you more,” Uber Girl added. “But we have a problem, boss. We’ve been unmasked, and they took our Objects of Power.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” Omega Girl said as she came to a clattering landing next to them.

Shewolf helped Uber Girl to stand, before starting to untie her wrists. Omega Girl assisted Uber Woman. They quickly freed the captured heroines of their bindings. But there was no sign of their masks or their enchanted tiaras.

“We have spares,” Uber Woman said. “But there’s no repairing the damage of our unmasking. That was a deal-breaker.” She sighed gustily. “But first, we still have sisters in captivity that we must rescue. Then we’ll worry about our future.”