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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 5

Grimme City, Friday afternoon…

The Patriot Mobile growled sensuously as it cruised down the avenue. Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl looked all around, both eager for some action. After their training “setbacks” three days earlier, they were both primed for action. Their shapely bodies were still tingly, remembering the pleasure they received from the robots. They desperately needed to expend some of that pent up energy in some good old fashioned violence. Kicking criminal butt was just the ticket, too.

“Usually, I pray for no crime,” Patriot Girl said. “But today, I really want the Biggs Brothers to show their faces. I’m so going to kick their butts!”

Ms Patriot nodded. Their last dustup with the brothers still stung. For one, Hank almost broke her arm. Her supernaturally fast healing ensured she didn’t suffer long, but her lovely partner in crime-fighting wanted to deliver some payback for the pistol whipping she received.

Ms Patriot’s cell phone rang, startling both of the rather jumpy women. Being a conscientious driver, the sexy super heroine pulled over before answering.

Patriot Girl crossed her fingers, whispering, “Let it be the Biggs Brothers. Let it be the Biggs Brothers.”

“Hello, Ms Patriot speaking,” she said. “How may I help you?”

“Ms Patriot! It’s Commissioner Borden,” he said. “The Biggs Brothers just hit a check cashing store on Javier Street.”

Ms Patriot perked up. “We’re just six blocks away. Do you know which way they went? What street they are traveling on right now?”

“Yes, they escaped traveling east on Javier,” he said. “They were last seen passing through the intersection of Javier and Crosby.”

“We’re on it! Ms Patriot out.”

The busty super heroine tore out of there in a cloud of burnt rubber. The Patriot Mobile’s powerful engine roared as they sped up the street toward their rendezvous with the Biggs Brothers.

“Time to mete some good old fashioned, butt kicking justice,” she growled, eyes narrowed.

“We’ll deliver a butt whipping they won’t soon forget,” Patriot Girl said.

“Yes!” she replied. “They can contemplate it while they cool their heels in prison for the next fifty years.”

“Way cool!” Patriot Girl said. Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed as her delicate blue gloved hands balled into fists. “I want Hank. I owe him for pistol whipping and humiliating me.”

“Yeah. Understood,” Ms Patriot said, her own baby blues narrowing.

They skidded around another corner and were on Javier Street. Ms Patriot spotted the Biggs Brothers’ Mustang coming straight at them. No cops anywhere to be seen.

“Holy lucky day!” Patriot Girl cried.

“Let’s kick their butts so badly, they never even dream of committing another crime,” Ms Patriot said, then hit the brakes and spun the wheel.

The Patriot Mobile spun around on the street, and it skidded straight at the super-powered robbers. The Biggs Brothers car was forced to turn away to avoid being hit. Hank, driving, turned sharply out of self-survival instinct, and slammed into a parked car. The Patriot Mobile came to a safe stop in the middle of the street, without a scratch.

“Halt in the name of Justice! Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl demand you surrender!”

Hank crawled out his shattered window, while his brother staggered out the other side. They quickly recovered, and dropped into defensive stances. Jake leered at Patriot Girl’s boobs.

“Yeah? Why don’t you bitches surrender up some hot bootie action?” Jake sneered.

“No bootie for you, perv,” Patriot Girl cried as she charged Jake. “Just a boot in the face!”

Patriot Girl executed a perfect flying roundhouse. Her red stiletto knee boot whipped around, heading straight for Jake’s face. But the super fast villain ducked and sped out of the way. She kicked empty air, but landed with practiced ease and grace. She was ready when he rushed her, almost too fast to see. Her left fist came up in an uppercut, timed perfectly to whack him in the chin.

“Ugh! Bitch,” Jake said, staggering back against a wall.

Meanwhile, Ms Patriot cut Hank off when he moved to attack Patriot Girl’s back.

“Give it up, Hank,” Ms Patriot said, baby blues flashing as they squared off. “You know you are no match for me.”

“Actually, YOU are no match for me,” Hank said in the most contemptuous tone. “I can and have increased my strength by intense exercise, while your magic doesn’t allow you to get stronger.”

The heroine hesitated. Was that true? Hank had definitely bulked up with weightlifting. He did seem stronger, maybe a little faster, too. There had to be an upper limit to his increased strength.

“If you say so, miscreant, but it’s not all about strength,” Ms Patriot snarled. She swung at his face. He blocked it, and punched her in the ribs. The statuesque super heroine spun around, and delivered a back-handed fist to the face. Hank grunted and staggered back, as she moved in to finish the fight. “Now you go down!”

Ms Patriot kicked straight up, aiming for his chin. Hank blocked the kick with his left forearm, batting it aside. That left her flank vulnerable, with him inside her guard. He grinned evilly, punching her three times in the ribs and belly. His last belly punch left her doubled over his fist, desperately gasping for air, an astonished look on her masked face. Then Hank grabbed her silky soft black hair at the back of her head, and lifted her off the ground.

She lost all leverage lifted up like that, so could only wiggle and buck within his grasp.

“Release me, miscreant!” Ms Patriot cried, her feet six inches above the ground and kicking uselessly, as her red-gloved hands could only reach back and grasp his wrist. She had no leverage to pull his hand away.

“Hey, Jake! Stop toying with Teen Twat, and come over here and help me turn his wildcat into a sex kitten,” Hank shouted.

Ms Patriot cut her eyes towards her sexy sidekick. Patriot Girl was winning her fight, but then the sidekick glanced back over her shoulder.

“Oh no! Ms Patriot!” Patriot Girl cried as she spun around.

“No! Watch out for Jake!” Ms Patriot cried, seeing him make his move.

The busty, pigtailed blonde realized her mistake. Jake was too fast to just turn around and continue where she left off. She knew he was coming in for the attack, so she dodged to the side. Jake’s fist whooshed by where her head was a second earlier. She grinned.

Jake made several more super speed attacks, but she and Ms Patriot had trained for such attacks since their last near defeat at the Biggs Brothers’ hands. Professor Payne’s training aids proved almost as fast as Jake, so very helpful. Using her kicking feet and fists, she batted Jake’s super fast attacks away, and even landed a few grazing blows.

Hank, watching that, shook Ms Patriot violently. “Hey, Patriot Twat! Watch this!”

Ms Patriot steeled herself for a brutal punch in the kidney, or something equally painful. Patriot Girl turned with big eyes. Ms Patriot saw Jake beginning another attack run, this time with wicked confidence in his face. Then Hank startled and horrified the Champion of Justice. He reached up with his free hand, and unfastened her power belt.

“No!” Ms Patriot cried.

“Ms Patriot is depowered!” Hank declared as he pulled her all important golden power belt away and tossed it aside.

All of her super strength quickly faded to nothing. Ms Patriot squeaked, eyes huge.

“Sweet Justice, I’m helpless and vulnerable!”

“Ms P! I’m coming!” Patriot Girl cried.

“Not as hard as you’ll come when I FUCK you,” Jake said. “Again and again.”

Jake hit the statuesque sidekick so hard, it left her dazed and staggering. Grinning, he raced completely around her again, grabbed her bikini top between her boobs, and yanked it off.

“Hey, not cool,” Patriot Girl cried, shaking the cobwebs out. Her red-gloved hands cupped her firm, perky boobs. “How dare you – UGH!”

Jake cut her off with a swift kick to the cunt. She started to bend over in agony, but a powerful uppercut straightened her back out. Then he used her bouncing tits as speed bags for several seconds.

“Aaaaeeeeiiii, stop. STOP!” Patriot Girl screamed, and kicked straight up.

Jake whipped around her at super speed. A punch to the face, then another to her tits again, and he zipped away before she could strike back.

Jake circled her over and over, darting in for lightning fast punches. Patriot Girl spun around and around, struggling to defend herself, getting dizzier and dizzier.

Ms Patriot struggled in vain, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. Patriot Girl needed her desperately. It was painfully obvious that Jake had the advantage, and her protégé was quickly being beaten down.

“Run away, Patriot Girl!”

Patriot Girl looked dazed and confused. And so tired. Jake was using his super speed to whip around the beautiful, pigtailed blonde so fast it was making the poor sidekick mindless in her desperation. As Ms Patriot watched, Jake stopped in front of Patriot Girl, punched her big tits a few times, then zipped around behind her, and yanked her bikini bottoms down around her knees. When Patriot Girl instinctively bent over and grabbed her bottoms, he placed his foot on her sweet round ass, and KICKED her head first into a brick wall.

“Ugh!” Patriot Girl grunted, bouncing off the wall. She staggered and dropped to her knees. “Oooooooo.”

“Leave her alone!” Ms Patriot cried as Jake walked up behind the sexy sidekick.

“What? Patriot Twit defeated and helpless, and I should leave her alone?” Jake said, and then grinned wickedly. “NOT.” With that, he kicked Patriot Girl in the back of the head. “Another sexy super clown is DOWN.”

Ms Patriot froze. Patriot Girl was face down, her sweet round naked butt sticking up, arms thrown wide. And Jake unzipped.