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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 16

Two days later, Thursday afternoon…

“Hurry up, you lazy cow,” Ashley snapped. “I swear, I’ll whip you for an hour straight if you make me miss my appointment.”

Jennifer followed her mistress down the sidewalk, heading for the downtown parking garage. Ashley had her loaded down with countless bags of high-end designer clothes and shoes, and on top of that had her wearing three-inch platform ankle boots with eight-inch stiletto heels. Even the fashion-forward Jennifer Jade had never worn anything like that, and she struggled to walk in those shoes while so terribly burdened. And Ashley was in a hurry, too.

“I’m coming, Mistress,” Jennifer gasped out. But thought, without hesitation or remorse, Bitch!

Ashley had treated her like shit ever since Big Daddy took Jennifer out alone to visit the mayor. Jealous maybe? Even now, Jennifer had numerous red welts on her back and buttocks from Ashley’s riding crop. At least she couldn’t vent her cruelties in public, or Ashley would be driving her forward with a riding crop even now.

Not my fault your big stupid husband likes banging me more than you, she thought, glaring daggers in Ashley’s back. The gorgeous blonde strode before her, wearing a bright white, skin-tight halter dress and stiletto ankle boots. She’d dressed Jennifer the same, only in all black. I’d rather spend five hours being passed around by Big Daddy and his friends than spend five minutes with you, Mistress Bitch.

Grimme City’s most exclusive shop was downtown, with no parking lot. They did have a valet, but then Ashley couldn’t treat Jennifer nearly as badly, nearly as long, if she used that service. So Ashley parked her car in the closest parking garage, before leading Jennifer through the streets and into the shop on a leash and collar.

At least Ashley had removed the leash for the walk back to the car.

Movement above pulled Jennifer’s eyes up. Omega Girl was streaking by just above the surrounding office towers. The young beauty bit her lip, heart racing. Though she still felt an over-powering need to obey Big Daddy and Ashley, and her heart swelled with love every time she so much as thought of her Master, Jennifer really, really wanted to warn her former sisters in crime-fighting about Big Daddy’s evil plans for them. Silver Angel, Silver Girl, Ninja Girl, and Purple Avenger had already fallen; and though her masters didn’t know it, so had Ms Patriot through her own submission to that wicked couple.

Love, loyalty, and obedience to her master hadn’t wiped out her sense of duty and loyalty to the city’s super heroines. But she was never alone. How could she get word to them? Time was running out.

Ashley turned into the dark fifteen-story parking garage. It was five floors below ground, and ten above. Her mistress parked her pale pink Bentley in a reserved spot on the ground level. Jennifer followed her, her platform stilettos scraping a lot more than normal as she struggled under her burden. Her load wasn’t too heavy for a Valkyrie physique, but far more bulk than anyone should be expected to carry. If she dropped so much as one bag…

The Vanderholms’ two reserved spots were all the way in back. Ashley reached the car first, popping the trunk and opening all of the doors.

“Hurry up, you lazy slug,” the blonde snapped. “That’s it. You’re getting locked atop the spanking horse when we get home, and then I’m going to tan your hide.”

“I’m doing my best, Mistress!” Jennifer cried. “I can barely see where I’m going.”

The familiar clatter of multiple pairs of stilettos echoed loudly in that dark, lonely parking garage. Ashley suddenly cried out in fear, which made Jennifer stumble and drop all of the shopping bags. The enslaved beauty looked around with big blue eyes.

“Oh. Oh,” she cried, not sure whether she should be happy.

Uber Woman stood between her and Ashley, facing Jennifer with a big smile on her face. Uber Girl stood five feet to Ashley’s left, with Patriot Girl to her mistress’ right. Shewolf came up behind Jennifer.

“We’re here to rescue you from the Vanderholms, Jennifer,” Uber Woman said. “I promise they will pay dearly for what they’ve done to you.”

“No, you stuck up uber-bitch,” Ashley snarled, and then darted past Uber Woman and up to Jennifer’s side. The blonde pressed a small nickel-plated pistol to Jennifer’s head. “Jenny belongs to us. Hands up!”

“You’ve got to be kidding?” Uber Woman said, giving her a haughty gaze. “You just committed a felony, threatening a civilian with a firearm. There are very stiff mandatory sentencing guidelines for that crime, Mrs. Vanderholm.”

“Which is why I’m so willing to kill her if you don’t obey my every command,” Ashley said, eyes narrowing. “All four of you. Hands up!”

Jennifer watched Uber Woman’s jaw drop. She looked uncertain, and then slowly lifted her pink-gloved hands. Then Uber Girl lifted her hands, followed by Patriot Girl and Shewolf.

Ashley forced the captured heroines to form a line behind her Bentley, and then she made them remove their Objects of Power and place them in her empty trunk. The trunk was immediately closed to ensure they would stay depowered and vulnerable to bullets.

“Well, what an unfortunate turn of events,” Ashley said smugly. “For you, that is.” She all but squirmed with delight. “I’ll be number one in Big Daddy’s eyes when I deliver you four super cunts into his hands. Now, strip. Everything off.”

The four helpless heroines looked back and forth at each other, a resigned look in their eyes. Then Uber Woman started it by pulling off her gloves. Next, she removed her thigh boots, and then the others started stripping. None of them wore much, so it didn’t take long to finish.

“Jenny, gather up their costumes and lock them in the trunk,” Ashley commanded, tossing Jennifer the keys. The panting, frantic beauty numbly started picking up articles of their discarded costumes. Once everything was in the trunk, Ashley closed it and gave her next command. “Use all those zip-ties that fell out of their boots to bind their wrists behind their backs.”

“I’m sorry,” Jennifer whispered as she bound Shewolf’s wrists behind her back.

“Kneel after she ties your wrists,” Ashley said.

Shewolf hesitantly dropped to her knees as Jennifer went to Uber Girl, Uber Woman, and then Patriot Girl. Each had her wrists zip-tied back and had to kneel before their captor. Only then did Ashley lower the pistol and step up close to the captured beauties.

“Let’s find out who is hiding behind those masks,” Ashley said, stepping up to Shewolf.

Jennifer rushed to her mistress’ side. “No, please, Mistress. Everyone knows removing their masks is not allowed.”

Ashley did a double-take on her slave. “What are you? An idiot? Watch me unmask them.”

Jennifer swooned when Ashley reached out, lifted Shewolf’s chin, and kissed her trembling red lips. And then she pulled off Shewolf’s mask. The face revealed was gorgeous, and very familiar.

“I’ll be damned! Sofia! This is an interesting turn of events,” Ashley taunted. “Don’t worry, Señorita, we’ll take very bad care of you.” She then locked eyes with wild-eyed Uber Girl. “You’re next, Uber Slut.”

Ashley spent a few more minutes kissing and fondling the African-American teen. Then she quickly ripped off that mask. The blonde villainess scowled when the sidekick proved to be an unknown. So she forced Uber Girl and Shewolf to make out with each other.

“Hello, Tammy ‘Uber Woman’ Thomas,” Ashley said, moving up before Uber Woman. “You’ve already been unmasked this week, live on the Internet, no less. But let’s have a peek anyway.”

Uber Woman’s big hazel eyes cut to Jennifer. The enslaved billionaire’s heart sank. She’d stood by passively while that evil woman had abused and unmasked two of her friends. Then Ashley reached out toward Uber Woman’s face. Rage suddenly erupted deep within.

“Stop!” Jennifer screamed, and spun into a roundhouse.

Jennifer kicked Ashley in the face, surprising Big Daddy’s trophy wife. She immediately landed facedown, unmoving. The enslaved beauty just stared down in shock.

“What have I done?”

“You saved us, Jennifer!” Patriot Girl cried. “I knew the real you would come out.”

The raven-haired woman shook her head, trying to clear out the chaos in her brain. After a good deal of looking around at the four beautiful, expectant faces, she reached within and pulled herself back together.

“Yes. Oh my,” Jennifer gasped out. “You’re right. I’m back.”

Jennifer quickly freed Patriot Girl and Uber Woman. While they went to help Shewolf and Uber Girl, Jennifer quickly opened the trunk. She handed out her friends’ costumes as they dressed. And once they were all dressed, with their Objects of Power back on, Jennifer scooped Ashley’s limp body up and dumped her in the trunk.

“What are you doing?” Uber Woman asked. “We have to turn her over to the police.”

“That will alert Big Daddy and his cohorts in crime,” Jennifer said. “I have a better idea.”

“What do you want to do?” Uber Woman asked.

“I want to save our other sisters in crime-fighting now in our enemies’ hands,” Jennifer said. “Let’s take Ashley somewhere safe, and then wipe her mind of what happened.”

“And then?” Patriot Girl asked.

Jennifer smiled. “And then we figure out how best to put an end to Big Daddy and Ashley.”