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Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 19

One year later, the anniversary of Grimme City’s super heroine Doomsday…

“Mmmmggh. Mmmgggh,” Jennifer moaned, head bobbing up and down Big Daddy’s cock. Slurp. Sluuuurrp! “Mmmmggh.”

“Master, your guests have begun to arrive,” Sofia said with a soft, adoring voice.

The sex slave formerly known as Shewolf stared hungrily at Jennifer, mouth watering. She licked her lips, and looked up at her master with hopeful eyes. Big Daddy grinned at her. Yes, his sex slaves had to be the best trained, most thoroughly brainwashed of the FORMER super heroine corps. One and all only thought of obedience and how best to please him in every imaginable way.

Jennifer handily proved the most slavishly devoted of them all. Now her entire fortune belonged to him. In thanks, Big Daddy had put a bun in her oven seven months back. Okay, it was an accident, but regardless, Jennifer knelt before him with a bulging belly and even bigger tits.

“Mmmmgh.” Slurp! “Mmmmggh.”

Big Daddy wasn’t complaining.

As leader of the whole enterprise, Big Daddy had also claimed Uber Girl, Shewolf, Justice Star, and Omega Girl. He looked the four former super heroines over with relish. Each stood before him in a modified, latex French maid uniform. LaToya’s uniform was bright white like her heroine costume. Jill wore a Tiffany blue uniform, Brandy wore red, white, and blue, and Sofia wore a brown and yellow uniform. Their large, jostling boobs were permanently on display, and the super-short skirts left their twats on display as well. Garters attached to the hemline held up fishnet hose, in each slave’s theme color, with stiletto pumps on their feet. Black leather BDSM cuffs were secured around their wrists and ankles. Stainless steel collars permanently encircled their slender necks, dog tags hanging off with their names on one side and “Property of Big Daddy” on the other.

But that didn’t mean his partners-in-crime hadn’t gotten their fair share of the spoils.

Commissioner Jorden entered first. His young, blonde, and beautiful wife, Lynda “Patriot Girl” Lynn followed on leash and collar. Her delicate wrists were locked behind her back, and her boobs and belly were distended from pregnancy.

“Like mentor, like protégé,” Big Daddy said. “Your wife just has to mirror my favorite slave in everything.”

Lynda’s due date was three days after Jennifer’s. They were the first two of the former heroines to get pregnant.

Jorden laughed and copped a feel of his young slave-wife. “I noticed. I was only upset up until her boobs swelled with milk. I love suckling on these sweet puppies.”

Lynda still wore her long, blonde hair in pigtails, but she wore a pink, two-piece cheerleader uniform otherwise. Complete with socks and saddle shoes.

“You old fools,” Aaron called as he approached. Kameko followed obediently in a clatter of stilettos. She was dolled up in a naughty schoolgirl uniform, with dark knee-high stockings and a big red bow tying off her bouncy ponytail. She stared lovingly at her master as she bit pouty red lips. “I make my sweet piece of ass take her birth-control daily. The last thing I need is another heir. “

Big Daddy and Jorden laughed, while the four French maid slaves rushed to get the men their favorite drinks. Jorden and Aaron small-talked with Big Daddy, while fondling their slaves, and the attentive French maids, too. Soon they were joined by another of their lucky friends.

“Hello, gentlemen,” DA Hanson strode inside, leading Tanika on a leash. He had her in a modified version of her old Purple Avenger costume. She wore the boots, gloves, and mask, but only her purple thongs. Her naked tits bounced and jostled sexily as she walked in sky-high stilettos. Big Daddy noticed she had a diamond navel ring, as well as nipple rings. “Hard to believe it’s been a whole year since that fateful night.”

Hanson pulled Tanika in for a deep kiss, which she pushed into while she wiggled and groaned in his arms. When Sofia approached with his favorite mixed drink, bourbon and coke, the DA reached down to force two fingers up into her hot, wet, and very tight pussy. The sexy Latina gasped, rising up on her toes, and then bit her lip.

“Yes, Master. My master had ordered me to please his guests in every way.”

“I know. Make out with my slave,” he commanded. “Start by licking her boots clean.”

Sofia dropped to all fours without hesitation, and began kissing, licking, and nuzzling the former Purple Avenger’s sexy thigh boots.

A few minutes later, The Weasel entered with his ex-heroine slavegirl. All Uber Woman wore were a pair of white thigh boots and a silver chain between her pierced nipples. He was pulling her along by that chain, forcing a terribly worried look to spread across her lovely face. She immediately dropped to her knees and leaned against his leg when The Weasel stopped beside the DA. He stroked her soft platinum hair like she was a beloved pet dog.

“Did we miss anything?” Chief Wessel asked. “I would’ve been here sooner, but Tammy’s mouth just looked too tempting. I had to indulge one more time. And then on the drive over.”

They laughed.

“You’re insatiable, my man,” Big Daddy said. “But then, our sexy slavegirls make us all that way. Right?”

Mayor Beckinsale arrived last, with his pregnant new wife in arm. Annette was just beginning to show, so just a little bulge marred the perfect fit of her slinky silver evening gown. She was made up like she was going to a charity ball, with diamonds sparkling from her ears, throat, and wrists.

“I didn’t realize it was a formal affair,” The Weasel said.

“Doesn’t matter,” Mayor Beckinsale said. “None of these hot little ladies are going to keep their clothes on, now are they?”

“No!” the men shouted, lifting their drinks.

The mayor reached up under his slave-wife’s long, blonde hair, unfastened a single clasp, and Annette’s silvery gown flowed silky down over her body to puddle around her stiletto-heeled feet. She was revealed to be wearing nothing at all under that gown, except for strappy silver stilettos.

“The gangs’ all here. Both of them,” Big Daddy said. “All slaves KNEEL.”

Every one of the former super heroines dropped to their knees. Jennifer rolled back to kneel obediently, as did Sofia. Then Big Daddy led Jennifer over to a spot in the middle of the Great Room.

“Crawl to me, Annette,” Big Daddy commanded. He positioned her behind Jennifer, face buried in the pregnant slave’s butt crack. Then he ordered Tanika onto all fours behind Annette, her face in the blonde’s butt crack. “Come here, Tammy.”

That’s when it became obvious to everyone what Big Daddy was doing. He positioned Tammy behind Tanika, face firmly in butt. But he’d arranged them in an arch. Well, actually, it was the start of a circle. Brandy came next, followed by Jill, and then Sofia.

He had more than half a circle now. The other girls looked on in growing anticipation. Enslaved super heroines proved even hornier, more eager than he could ever have anticipated.

“You’re next, Kameko,” he said. “And then Jill, LaToya, and finally Lynda.”

Lynda was added last, which meant her mentor was the slave about to eat out her pussy and ass from behind to close the circle.

“It’s not a circle jerk, boys,” Big Daddy said. “It’s a circle… slurp.”

That got another laugh. And then, with a command from the rotund billionaire, the enslaved super heroines all buried their faces between the butt cheeks in front of them. They dutifully licked, kissed, and nuzzled the other women’s butts. Soon soft feminine sounds of need and pleasure began bubbling out of them, as they began wiggling their sweet round rears in purest pleasure.

“Gentlemen, I propose a toast,” Big Daddy called as he lifted his glass. “To male superiority, and the perfect storm in Valkyries’ loins that make them perfect, obedient sex slaves!”

The End