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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 3

Patriot Cave, Tuesday night…

Ms Patriot glanced up as a familiar van slowly came to a stop deep within the subterranean Patriot Cave. Patriot Girl looked upon the newcomer with doubt.

“I wonder at the logic of working with a man named Professor Payne.”

Ms Patriot laughed. “Oh my God, I never thought of that. At least he spells it differently, but… His inventions do cause us some pain sometimes.”

“I know!” the pigtailed blonde cried. “Speaking of which, do you really think he’ll ever create a robotic fighter to challenge us?”

“I’m starting to have my doubts,” the raven-haired heroine said. “So far his robotic training aids haven’t provided us much in training or in aid.”

Patriot Girl giggled. “Well, maybe if we stop breaking them we can find some use for his robots. They could bring us drinks and snacks.”

Professor Payne climbed out and waved. He was a tall, medium-built man with thick glasses and graying hair. He wore a brown tweed suit.

“Good evening, Professor,” Ms Patriot said.

“Hi Professor,” Patriot Girl cried, wiggling sexily in her excitement. “You need any help?”

“Oh no, I can get it,” he said.

“Stop wiggling and giggling,” Ms Patriot whispered. “He’s not one of your professors, so isn’t grading you.”

“What? Did I?” she asked. “Oh, I guess it’s just habit.”

She giggled while Ms Patriot rolled her eyes. Of course, when she was in college Jennifer was known to flirt with the professors from time to time. Indeed, it was so hard to NOT flirt with men when they are so obviously interested.

Professor Payne was the only non-heroine who knew the secret identities of every super heroine in Grimme City. Indeed, few super heroines knew all of the others’ secret IDs. But the tall, fit sixty-five year old scientist was the genius behind most of their high tech and other gadgets. He also was a medical doctor, specializing in research on the physiology of women of Valkyrie descent. So he was their tech guy, and their personal doctor.

Ms Patriot struck a super heroine pose. It was a totally unconscious act. It came naturally. Patriot Girl mirrored her pose, also totally unconsciously. They watched while he opened the back of the van, and reached in. A moment later, Payne stepped back with an electronic pad controller and a pleased look. And then two six-foot four robots got out of the van and marched over to a padded sparring area.

The shapely super duo looked them over critically. They were all black steel, with some chrome. There were no eyes, just a glowing red visor. Their hands had fingers and thumbs like a man, with gloves over them. Otherwise, they were broad-shoulder with narrow hips.

These weren’t the first fighting robots he’d delivered. It was the seventh generation, in fact. They usually lasted one training session before Ms Patriot broke them. He promised these “training aids” as he liked to call them, would be more robust, faster, stronger, smarter, and more of a challenge for the lovely ladies.

“They look exactly like the last set, Professor,” Ms Patriot said, looking disappointed.

“Externally, yes, but I’ve made major changes and improvements,” he said. Then he grinned. “And I’ve added a few surprises, so be alert and don’t drop your guard. You might not like the results.”

One perfectly plucked ravenwing brow lifted haughtily, “Oh? We’ll see.”

Professor Payne had a very wicked, quite salacious sense of humor. Ms Patriot looked the robots over, wondering what unsavory surprise to expect. She remembered the third generation, which sprayed baby oil all over her from a very phallic “nozzle” between its legs. Technically, it sprayed the floor to make it too slippery for her to stand. It also proved too slippery for the robot to stand.

“Can I go first?” Patriot Girl said, bouncing sexily before her curvaceous mentor. “Please? You broke the last two sets before I had a chance to play with them.”

Ms Patriot glanced at the two waiting robots, then at her perky protégé. Patriot Girl was a rare beauty, even among the notoriously gorgeous and super shapely Valkyrie population. And she was so excited, so eager to jump into any situation. Just fearless.

“Okay, but be careful. You know Professor Payne has a wickedly sick sense of humor, and Goddess only knows what little tricks he added to those robots,” Ms Patriot said.

Professor Payne stepped up beside Ms Patriot, control pad in hand. He grinned at her, but said nothing.

“Wahoo!” Patriot Girl cried, turned and strutted into the sparring area. She stopped before the two motionless robots and glared at them. “I’m not scared of them! I’ll kick their rusty butts, big time. You’ll see.”

“Good,” Ms Patriot said, shaking her head as she grinned. By the Professor’s evil grin, she understood Patriot Girl might be in for a lesson and a half. “Just be careful. And please try to not break both of them. I want to have some fun, too.”

The Professor slanted a smug look at the shapely heroine. Then he tapped on the control pad, making the robots stand up taller and start shifting around just a little. Somehow, being animated made them look a lot more menacing.

“Remember, young lady,” Professor Payne said in warning. “They are faster and stronger than any robot you’ve sparred with before. Also more intelligent, and…insidious.”

Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl both paused and cut a curious glance at the professor.

“Mmmm,” Patriot Girl said, looking them up and down contemptuously. “Insidious, you say?”

“Robots,” Professor Payne said, tapping the controller. “Activate training session. Execute Exercise Super Heroine capture and subjugation.”

“Capture?” Patriot Girl said, a little miffed. “Subjugation?”

“Acknowledged,” they both said. Then turned their robotic eyes on Patriot Girl. “Capture the costumed cunt. Must subdue her.”

“Cunt?” Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl cried out in unison.

“Yes,” Professor Payne said. “I want them to act and speak more like the ruffians you two actually encounter on a daily basis, including dialogue and unsavory word choices.”

The first robot reached for Patriot Girl. She snarled, seized his wrist and flipped him over her hip. He rolled back to his feet with surprising grace, even as the other slipped one arm through the sexy sidekick’s arms and pinned them behind her.

“Hey!” Patriot Girl cried. The first robot rushed up and punched her in the belly. “Ooff!”

“Well done, Professor,” Ms Patriot said to Payne. “They truly are faster, and by the look on my sexy protégé’s face, punch much harder.”

“Actually, they possess the speed, strength, and endurance of a full super heroine. And, I can make them super fast, too,” he said proudly. He paused as Patriot Girl first kicked the robot before her in the chin, then lifted her legs and trust them hard into its chest. That robot flew across the training mat to smash into the wall. “Few real men can match them. Unfortunately, they aren’t as intelligent as I’d like, but I’m working on it.”

Patriot Girl straightened her arms, locked her elbows, then placed her booted feet on the robot’s thighs and pushed herself up and out of his grasp. As she was launched into the air, the blonde beauty spun in midair and landed a powerful kick to the robot’s head, sending it tumbling to the floor. She landed gracefully, with a smirk.

“They appear able to take more punishment,” Ms Patriot said as the second robot rose up for more. Then the first came up behind the unwary sidekick, reached around and grabbed her big tits.

“Ack!” Patriot Girl cried.

“Strip the bimbo,” the robot droned. Rrrriiippp!Patriot Girl’s top was destroyed, and she was topless. “All super heroines must be striped and tamed.”

“Hey now,” Patriot Girl cried, her arms crossed before her flopping tits. “That was uncalled… Hey, let go of me you rusty bucket of… Ack!”

Ms Patriot jumped when both robots suddenly rushed Patriot Girl. They moved with amazing speed, and each grabbed an arm. Before she knew it, Patriot Girl’s arms were twisted behind her back. Then the first robot reached out and grabbed a naked tit.

“Hey! Don’t do that. My boobies are very…oh…sensitive,” she said, struggling in vain to break free. “Oh, you, I am so going to rip… Hey, don’t touch me down there!”

“Must subdue and subjugate all super heroines,” the second robot said, slipping a black, rubbery hand down her bikini bottoms. His programming was perfect, and his forefinger found her engorged clit immediately. Patriot Girl’s big blue eyes widened, her full red lips formed a perfect “O”, and she rose up on her tiptoes as she arched her back. “Must subdue and subjugate all super heroines.”

“Oh…God…dess…Ms…Pa…tri…ot...its…finger…VIBRATES!” Patriot Girl cried, feeling her body go from frustration to hyper horny in ten seconds. “Oh no! I’m…coming! Aaaggghh!”