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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 18

Nine sets of super heroine eyes watched DA Hanson’s vehicle pass through the Vanderholm Estate gates. Mayor Beckinsale arrived a few minutes later.

“The conspirators are coming together,” Ms Patriot said. “Good. That’s exactly what we needed them to do.”

Uber Woman came to a stiletto-clattering landing beside the Patriot Mobile. Uber Girl and Omega Girl remained above to keep an eye out for trouble.

“The Weasel’s car is already there,” Uber Woman said. “As is Commissioner Jorden’s car.”

“Great. I think that’s everyone,” Ms Patriot said. “Time to bring the curtain down.”

A long, black limo pulled up to the gates. The heroines all stared at it. None of them recognized the car, what with it being a generic Cadillac limo and all. The windows were all tinted black. So Ms Patriot asked Omega Girl and Uber Girl to do a little reconnaissance, and determine its occupants.

“Holy crap,” Uber Girl said a few minutes later. “It’s that billionaire, Aaron Shapiro. And he’s got Ninja Girl in all black leather, leashed and collared.”

“Aaron betrayed me, too?” Ms Patriot whispered. “He was like a father to my alter-ego.”

Now she knew the name of the elderly masked man that had used her so often, with such relish. Big Daddy always got a special kick out of giving Jennifer to him. Now she knew why. She was used and abused by her father figure and confidante, and the number two man on the Jade Enterprises’ board of directors.

The pain of that betrayal quickly turned into rage and determination.

I will add his dark betrayal to all the pain and humiliation dealt me by those misogynistic miscreants, Ms Patriot thought. I will channel all of my shame and pain into righteous fury and VANQUISH them instead. Justice will prevail again!

They divided up. As Big Daddy’s sex slave, Jennifer had learned there were seven doors into the mansion. So Ms Patriot assigned one to each heroine. She took the front door for herself.

“Upstairs is just bedrooms,” she said. “We can ignore it until we secure all of the conspirators. They might be gathered on the main floor, but I suspect they are down in Big Daddy’s basement. He has a large media room and a BDSM dungeon down there. If they have Ninja Girl, I can’t imagine they’d gather anywhere but the dungeon so they can exploit her to the max.”

The heroines scattered, heading to their pre-attack positions. Once everyone was in place and ready, Ms Patriot gave the word.

“Go!” she cried. “Tonight, Big Daddy and his cohorts in crime will get their just deserts!”

Stuffing the phone back into her thigh boot, Ms Patriot took off running. She vaulted over the ten-foot stone fence next to the gate, and raced up the driveway. Her baby blues scanned the grounds, looking for security personnel. She expected to fight her way to Big Daddy, but there was no resistance. No bodyguards anywhere.

Is Big Daddy getting senile? she wondered. Or is he just that arrogant?

Ms Patriot checked the door. It was unlocked. Really? So she rushed in just as Silver Angel entered the French doors into the Great Room. They looked at each other and shrugged. Yeah, no sign of life whatsoever. No bad guys. Not even servants. So they turned and headed for the stairs down into the basement. All nine super heroines converged on the stairs, looking similarly confused.

“Where are the guards?” Omega Girl asked.

“I’ve seen this before,” Ms Patriot said, her blood turning cold. “Big Daddy is as much a voyeur as he is an abuser. He loved to watch his guards gangbang me… I mean some pretty young thing all the time. Heck, he even let his guards gangbang his wife for his amusement.” She paused, wondering how such a depraved man could have accomplished so much in the world. “He truly is the lowest of scum.”

Ms Patriot led the way down the stairs. The other heroines filed down behind her, their stilettos clattering loudly on the tile steps. The busty heroine smiled, praying Big Daddy and his perverted friends heard them coming, and knew fear and dread.

Male voices drifted out of the dungeon, punctuated by soft feminine grunts and gasps. Ms Patriot shook her head woefully. Those depraved men were so caught up in their dark debasement of Ninja Girl that they failed to hear their own doom descending upon them.

This is going to feel so good. So right.

The dungeon door stood conveniently ajar. The heroines lined up before it, and Ms Patriot placed her hand upon it. She glanced back, and her heroic friends all smiled grimly and nodded their readiness. So she pushed it open and rushed inside.

“Halt in the name of justice!” Ms Patriot cried.

She stopped five steps inside the door, and struck a classic super heroine pose. Her sisters in crimefighting lined up to either side. Nine busty, brightly clad and masked vigilantes glared daggers at the six conspirators, standing around poor Ninja Girl. The Asian Avenger was locked down on a spanking horse, getting reamed out by Big Daddy while the others awaited their turn.

Strangely, Big Daddy had removed half of the bondage devices. The front half of the room was open, like they were going to have a dance or something. The men were in the back of the room with Ninja Girl. That, of course, still left numerous pieces of kinky bondage furnishings for the men to hide behind and try to use in the upcoming escape attempt.

Then, to Ms Patriot’s surprise, Big Daddy turned and smiled at her.

“Welcome, Ms Patriot,” he called, and slowly pulled out of Ninja Girl. The poor heroine’s butthole remained open after his exit, while she continued to gasp, groan, and squirm within her bindings. “I see you brought the whole gang.”

“I haven’t seen all of the city’s super heroines in one place since that big Memorial Day parade three years ago,” Commissioner Jorden said. His eyes scanned the line of beautiful heroines, at bust level. “Always an impressive sight to behold.”

“Pig,” Omega Girl sneered. “Eyes up here.”

The men all reached into their suit jacket pockets, pulling out sealed bags stuffed with wet cloths. Ms Patriot felt a chill ripple down her spine. Chloroform! A brief hint of fear rattled her a second, and then her confidence returned. After all, nine powerful super heroines faced a mere six men.

“Amusing,” Ms Patriot sneered. “Since we’re all five to ten times stronger than a strong man, that means you haven’t a snowball’s chance in Hell of getting that insidious drug anywhere near us. I suggest you toss the chloroform away and surrender. Otherwise…”

All nine super heroines started smacking their right fist into their left palm. To their surprise, the men remained confident. Arrogant, even. That made Ms Patriot a little nervous.

“Be alert,” Grimme City’s Champion of Justice warned. “They have something up their sleeves.”

“No, not up my sleeve,” Big Daddy said, grinning. He held up a remote control, and then he looked up over the heroine’s heads. “Up above you.”

As one, the shapely beauties followed his eyes up to the ceiling. Ms Patriot frowned. Some dark, meshed material was hanging from the ceiling. Then it came into focus, and she recognized it.

“Watch out!” Ms Patriot cried.

“Net!” Justice Star shouted.

Too late. Big Daddy pushed a button, and the huge fishing net dropped over the surprised super heroines. Not a small net, either, but one that covered the entire open area of the dungeon. The masked heroines immediately started pulling at the net to get to the edge and to freedom.

“Not so fast, my pretties,” Big Daddy shouted. “Get them!”

The six men rushed the struggling women. They body-checked the shapely beauties to the floor, and then started kicking them in the ribs and heads. Big Daddy landed a kick to Ms Patriot’s twat, and then her chin. While The Weasel first kicked Silver Angel in the face, and then turned to help Big Daddy kick Ms Patriot in the face.

Big Daddy then jumped on Ms Patriot’s back, forcing her face-first to the floor, before Sylvia pressed the chloroform rag over her mouth and nose. The Champion of Justice struggled and bucked, but they hung on and kept that cloth over her face. It didn’t take long before her efforts left her desperate for oxygen, forcing her to suck in a deep breath of chloroform.

Wild-eyed, Ms Patriot looked around. Omega Girl was already out cold, as was Justice Star and Uber Girl. Silver Angel’s struggles were slowing, and Purple Avenger looked shocked as DA Hanson held a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose, while whispering in her ear.

“Uggggh,” Patriot Girl grunted.

As the last of her strength bled out of her arms, Ms Patriot spotted her sexy sidekick. The Weasel had her belly-down on the floor, shorts yanked down, and was sodomizing her already. Once he was balls-deep up her butt, The Weasel pressed the cloth back to her face to finish her off.

“We win,” Big Daddy sneered into Ms Patriot’s ear. His free hand unfastened her power belt, and then unzipped her bustier top. “You lose. Thank you for leading all of Grimme City’s super heroines into my little trap.”

And the darkness sucked the Champion of Justice down.

Ms Patriot woke just a few minutes later. Big Daddy was on top of her, red-faced and gasping as he thrust like a madman into her tight pussy.

She wasn’t sure exactly how long she was out, but it was enough time for the men to remove the netting, and lay the nine captured super heroines out in line on the floor. The women were bound spread-eagle on the floor, side-by-side. One and all were stripped down to just mask, gloves, and boots.

“Ugh. Ugh,” Patriot Girl started grunting as she awakened. Chief Wessel was still fucking her.

Past poor Patriot Girl, DA Hanson was nailing Omega Girl, making her cry out and buck. Past him was Aaron Shapiro, happily humping Justice Star. On the other side of Ms Patriot, Uber Woman was getting it hard from Mayor Beckinsale, and Commissioner Jorden was fucking Shewolf.

“We will be avenged,” Ms Patriot gasped out. “You will pay dearly for this crime!”

“Who is going to make us pay?” Big Daddy asked. “Ninja Girl? Nope. She’s tied up like a Christmas turkey. Maybe Silver Girl? I don’t think so. Thor Stormhardt owns her sweet ass now, and I understand she’s taken to being a street whore like a duckling to water. Now, am I missing someone?”

He pulled out of Ms Patriot’s pussy, crawled up higher, and plopped his dick down between her naked, jostling tits. Then he pressed her pillowy tits around his cock, and started titty-fucking the statuesque super heroine. Moments later, hot viscous cum splashed across her blue-masked face.

The men all fucked two heroines each, and then Sylvia called in their reinforcements. Yeah, the Vanderholms’ missing security guards had been waiting their turn all that time. They filed in, lined up on the helpless super heroines, and with cameras rolling, they gangbanged the vanquished vigilantes senseless. It felt like it lasted for hours to Ms Patriot, whose mind quickly went blank during the first security man to enjoy her feminine charms.

Finally, they were all freed, forced to kneel in line, and then had their wrists bound behind their backs.

“We already know the secret identities of Silver Angel, Purple Avenger, Uber Woman, and Ninja Girl,” Big Daddy said matter-of-factly. He stood in front of Ms Patriot, one finger tracing the edges of her mask. He guided his long, thick erection to her mouth, and she opened wide and took half his length in right away. Ms Patriot, eyes burning and tearing up, started bobbing up and down his cock without prompting. “So we just have to unmasked the rest of you. Wessel, you want to go first?”

The Weasel stood before Uber Girl. He grinned down at her, reached out, and pulled the bright white mask off. It revealed a beautiful African-American girl, but no one knew her face or name.

“What is your name?” The Weasel snarled, grabbing a fistful of hair.

“La-LaToya,” she whispered with a trembling voice. “LaToya Dubois.”

The Weasel yanked LaToya to her feet, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss while his free hand fondled her large, firm tits. The other men all got hard-ons instantly as they watched with eager eyes.

Big Daddy looked down, locking eyes with Ms Patriot as she kept sucking his cock. His nutsack slapped against her chin, as tiny sounds of distress bubbled out of her.

He smiled with supreme satisfaction. “Excellent. Commissioner Jorden? I’d like confirmation of Uber Woman’s secret identity.”

Patriot Girl knelt beside her mentor, looking terrified. Sylvia stood before the pigtailed sidekick. She threw a leg over the helpless heroine’s shoulder, grinding her hot, wet pussy against Patriot Girl’s mouth. The oversexed, dazed teen dutifully ate her out like a good slavegirl.

The white-haired Police Commissioner moved up close and personal with Uber Woman. He combed his fingers through her silky platinum hair, before grabbing a fistful of it. Then his other hand quickly forced two fingers under the edge of her white mask, before starting to pull. He took his time, and revealed a very familiar face to the evil men.

“Hot damn! It’s true!” Commissioner Jorden cried. “We have captured and silenced that nosey investigative reporter, Tammy Thomas!”

With that, Commissioner Jorden guided his cock straight into her mouth, and Tammy’s shoulders slumped before she started sucking.

“Hey, is that violating the First Amendment?” Big Daddy laughed. Then he looked at Mayor Beckinsale. “You’re next, my friend. Strip that face!”

Grimme City’s mayor bent over and kissed Shewolf. The busty Latina swooned when he seized the edge of her mask, and started pulling. Tiny animal sounds escaped her full red lips, before he ripped the mask off the last half of her face.

“Wow, it’s our little fuck-doll Sofia Garza,” Mayor Beckinsale said, looking disappointed. “I guess her first round of brainwashing didn’t take as well as we thought.” 

“You will never be able to hold me down for long, pendejo,” she snapped. “I am Shewolf.”

Big Daddy said, “My friend, I think she just requested that you sodomize her, and then make her suck your dick.”

The men laughed. Big Daddy took the opportunity to have Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl swap out. The gorgeous, pigtailed blonde sidekick started giving the most intense head he’d ever experienced. She was even better than her mentor. Meanwhile, Ms Patriot started by licking Sylvia’s sexy stiletto pumps, working her way quickly up to her mistress’s eager pussy.

“Aaron, you’re next. Let’s find out who is hiding behind Justice Star’s mask,” Big Daddy said. “Rip that mask off before I cream this little slut’s mouth!”

“Please! Don’t do it,” Justice Star cried. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“You’re going to do that anyway, sweetheart,” Aaron said, taking hold of her mask. The dark-haired beauty froze, hazel eyes huge and filled with tears. He started pulling, and she whimpered, jaw dropping. “And, another nobody. Who are you, woman?”

“I… I am… I am Brandy,” she stammered. “Brandy Benton. I own a small boutique south of the university.”

“Correction, Brandy,” Big Daddy said. “You own nothing. You are, in fact, owned by us.” He nodded at DA Hanson. “Your turn, Mr. H. Show us who is hiding behind Omega Girl’s mask.”

Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl both groaned miserably. They knew they were next. The last heroines to be unmasked and cast down into sexual slavery forever.

They continued licking and sucking on Big Daddy and Sylvia. Then, Big Daddy pulled Ms Patriot back over to him, so that both heroines shared his cock and balls. Ms Patriot took one side of the dick, her sidekick the other, as they slid their full red lips up and down the shaft’s length. Sylvia knelt between the captured beauties, hands on the back of their heads and supervising them.

Big Daddy watched that sexy pair for a moment longer, feeling his libido starting to spike. But when the DA reached for Omega Girl’s shocked face, he turned to watch. It took DA Hanson three tries to get hold of her mask when she started whipping her head back and forth. All to no avail. He got hold, and quickly pulled the bright, Tiffany blue mask away to reveal her gorgeous face.

“Another nobody,” DA Hanson grumbled. “Who are you?”

Omega Girl gave him a long, sullen look, tears rolling down her hot cheeks.

Bright green eyes narrowed, though the tears flowed even more. “Jill Green. Figure the rest out yourself.”

DA Hanson pushed his hairy balls into the auburn-haired beauty’s face, and rubbed it in savagely. She took it stoically, shoulders slumping as she started kissing and licking.

“Victory is ours,” Big Daddy cried, as he reached down to seize both Ms Patriot’s mask, and her protégé’s mask. Both heroines froze, gasping, backs bowing. They stared up into his triumphant face with incredulous blue eyes as he began pulling. The rotund billionaire slowly peeled off their masks. “Yes! I should’ve known!”

“Holy crap, Jennifer Jade is Ms Patriot?” Sylvia cried. “We already had her, and we didn’t know!”

“Gentlemen, our victory is complete. We have destroyed the entirety of Grimme City’s super heroine corps, made them our bitches, and soon their personal fortunes will be divided up between us,” Big Daddy cried. “Now, pair off with your woman of choice, the one you claim as part of your share, and let’s finish taming their sweet asses!”