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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 7

The trunk popped open. Hank held his breath, listening intently for cries of anger or surprise. Nothing. So he pushed the lid all the way open and lifted his head. His jaw dropped.

“Oh. My. God,” he whispered. “I did it. I’m in the Patriot Cave.”

It was dark, the only light provided by the many computers and TV monitors. All of the TVs had on all of the 24-hour cable and local news stations displayed, the sound muted. He didn’t see or hear anyone, so the enhanced petty criminal slowly crawled out of the trunk. He left the trunk open, just in case he needed to hide again.

Hank walked around the Patriot Cave, noting the American flags on the wall, and how so many things were also painted red, white, and blue. Even the high-back gamer chairs in front of all the computer stations were patriotic colors.

“Someone a little obsessed or what?” he muttered.

He discovered there were multiple chambers off the main, dome-shaped cave. And it did look like a natural cave that had been worked on and expanded over the years. The large bathroom, with a tub and shower, was a welcome find. His bladder was about to burst.

“No urinal? How rude,” he said, grinning. “And they accuse me and Jake of being sexist pigs.”

Off to one side, he noticed an open area. Hank walked over to check it out. He found an open space surrounded by cameras, all attached to a laptop on a folding table. Different kinds of boxing and MMA gloves were on a set of shelves, along with protective gear for sparring. He nodded his approval. No wonder they were such good fighters, they practiced and video recorded their sessions to review so they could make corrections of bad habits.

“Yikes!” he cried, jumping back into a defensive stance. He glared at the two large shapes in the shadowed alcove. “I will fucking beat you… Oh. Manikins.”

Stepping closer, he looked the pair over. Six foot four tall, no eyes but a long, rectangular visor where their eyes should be. No mouth. But otherwise they were man-shaped, with broad shoulders. They were all black and silver.

“Robots? For what?” He looked around. They were stashed in an alcove in the sparring area. Fighting robots? He glanced at the laptop on the folding table. “I wonder…”

Hank went over and sat behind the table. It occurred to him that his was the first male butt to share that chair with hotties Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl. That made him grin with wicked glee.

“Ms Patriot is going to shit herself when she discovers I’ve been down here.”

The laptop came alive with just a simple tap on a key. All eight cameras immediately came online as well. Hank played around with the program to familiarize himself, and soon found the cache of training videos. He pulled up the last video, filmed just two days back.

“Bingo!”

The screen was filled with footage of the two robots standing side-by-side in the middle of the sparring area. Then Ms Patriot strutted into frame, her back to the camera. She regarded the robots a second, and then returned to the table. The camera followed her to the table that he sat out now. Patriot Girl was sitting behind it on the laptop.

Ms Patriot picked up an electronic pad and started tapping on the screen.

“I’m setting up Unit 1 to have super strength,” she said. “Unit 2 will be super fast.”

Hank’s brow lifted. They were training specifically to fight him and his brother! They made that much of an impression on the city’s premier super heroine and her sidekick. Then he noticed the pad Ms Patriot was using. It was on the table to the left of the laptop, so he checked it out while she was setting up her parameters.

A touch brought the pad up with easy to understand controls, especially for a life-long gamer like him. A tap powered up the two robots. He then had them walk out to the middle of the sparring area.

“Damn, they move so well, almost as smooth as people.”

And they were quiet. He expected robots to clank around. Not those fighting robots.

“Capture! Subjugate! Tame!” the two robots said in unison on the video.

Hank froze, eyes locked on the screen. Did they say what he thought they said? He watched Ms Patriot, totally unfazed by the robots declaration, casually put the control pad down, smile at Patriot Girl, and walk over to faceoff with the robots.

“Execute program,” Ms Patriot said, dropping into a defensive stance.

“Executing,” Patriot Girl said. “Now. Go.”

“Capture! Subjugate! Tame,” the robots said again, and dropped into aggressive stances.

Hank’s mouth fell open as he watched the next ten minutes of battle. Ms Patriot barely held her own, but she kept the two robots at bay. Per her programming, one of the robots was super strong. The other didn’t move as fast as Jake, but it was good enough for training purposes. After ten minutes, she managed to actually knock Unit 1 down.

Ms Patriot paused to grin, and gloat. Big mistake. The “Jake” unit swept around behind the busty heroine, and attacked. She spun around to face him, almost too late. The robot tried an uppercut to her chin, but she arched her back as she threw her head back, saving herself from a knockout. But the robot’s hand grabbed her corset instead.

And ripped it off.

“Oh! Dayum! Fucking A,” Hank cried. “Flop them big titties around, baby. Ha ha!”

As usual, losing her top discombobulated the sexy super heroine. Unit 2 connected with two body shots, and then grabbed a fat tit in one powerful hand.

“Aaaiiee!” Ms Patriot screamed. “Let go! It hurts!”

A robotic fist pounded into her belly, doubling the heroine up. It reached down to the small of her back, unfastened her power belt, and tossed it away.

“No! Take that option out of the program!” she cried. The robot connected with an uppercut and her knees buckled. “Ooooooh.”

“Heroine captured,” the robot said. “Must subjugate and tame.”

Hank cried out when it ripped her star-spangled costume bottoms off, lifted the dazed heroine up off the floor, and a long, thick phallus slid out of its crotch area. His eyes widened, and Hank actually grunted just as loud as Ms Patriot when the robot impaled her.

“Son of a bitch! Those robots aren’t training aids, they are super heroine sex toys!”

The video ended. Hank stared at the blank screen, wondering if Patriot Girl shut the robots and cameras down at the same time, or did she just turn off the cameras? Maybe Ms Patriot liked to be “punished” when she lost a sparring match? The thought made him snicker.

“I’d like to punishher like a training robot,” he whispered. “All night long.”

Hank turned back to the controller pad. He played with it a little while, soon getting the robots to square off and fight each other. He played with their strength settings, with their speed settings. While Ms Patriot made one super strong and one super fast, he made them both super strong and super fast.

“This is better than a video game,” he said, watching the robots battle. “They are practically indestructible.”

“Don’t go anywhere, boys,” Hank finally said, turning them off. “I’ll be back for some more rock ‘em, sock ‘em robot later.”

Hank headed for the elevator. The car only showed two stops, top and bottom. Literally, that’s what the buttons said. Not helpful.

“Let’s find out who Ms Patriot really is behind that mask,” he said, pressing the Top button.

The elevator rose up soundlessly. And fast. It made him wonder just how far underground the Patriot Cave actually was, and how did she build it without word getting out? Surely one of the construction workers would get drunk and say something.

The elevator stopped, the doors opening into a small, luxurious suite. Really, a dressing room. He found two vanities, to either side of the short elevator corridor. One had Patriot Girl’s mask, costumes, and accessories. The other was Ms Patriot’s dressing station. Each had stacks of spare costume items. Behind the stations were dozens of red stiletto boots. Yeah, they were prepared for costume malfunctions.

Both of their golden power belts were just dumped atop their respective vanities.

He found a lounge, full bathroom, Media room, and a trophy room of sorts. It was full of old versions of their costumes, newspaper clippings, magazines featuring Ms Patriot. All things Ms Patriot was in there, including awards she’d received over the years.

And he found two doors, one on each side. Each door had a video monitor, showing what was on the other side of the door. He figured it was so they didn’t step out of a secret door while someone else was out there. But who else would be out there?

So he went to the doorway closest to Patriot Girl’s vanity. The monitor showed a fabulous closet. Huge. The camera even panned around. Hank discovered it had options for other rooms. And accessing those other cameras told him that he was inside a large mansion, though there weren’t any people to see. Until he clicked on Master Bedroom.

“Holy shit!”

A gorgeous, black-haired woman writhed in the king-sized bed, her one hand squeezing a naked tit, the other between her wide-spread legs and rubbing furiously. Hank’s breath whooshed out. What a body! And then his eyes locked on that face.

“Jennifer Jade? The billionaire?”

Hank looked back at the Ms Patriot vanity. Thought about everything down in the Patriot Cave. He pulled out is phone. Dialed a number.

“Jake. It’s Hank,” he said. “You ain’t gonna believe where I am. I need you to get over here right now.”