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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 7

Grimme City, Thursday night…

A pair of Kawasaki Ninja ZXs cruised up the busy Sugar Town street. The riders wore head to toe leather racing suits, red and blue, skin tight to show off their amazing curves. Racing helmets enclosed their heads, with reflective wind shields hiding their faces. Men and women paused to watch them slowly pass, despite the sidewalks full of scantily clad hookers.

“Follow me into the alley we’re approaching,” Jennifer said.

Their helmets had Bluetooth, so they could speak normally to each other. Their phones rested in zippered breast pockets, out of sight and out of mind.

“Good,” Nicole said. “I don’t think we’ll find any orcs in such a crowd.”

Jennifer, dressed in the blue racing suit, turned right into an alley. Nicole followed. They passed by a pusher selling pot to a blonde hooker, neither so much as glancing at the passing bikers. They weaved around the trash, sharp eyes peering into every deep shadow, nook, and cranny. They came to a stop, side-by-side, in the exit onto the next street over.

Jennifer pointed to the alley across the street. “The other end of that alley is outside of Sugar Town. An economically depressed neighborhood starts on that next street over, and goes for several miles eastward. To the south is that 1800s era warehouse district that is all but abandoned now.”

“I think we should just head down to that warehouse district,” Nicole said. “That sounds like the perfect place for some alien monsters to hide.”

“I agree. Especially since there are reports of hookers vanishing along the south side of this district,” the raven-haired beauty said. “But I was hoping to spot an orc, since they seem to be bold enough to… Oh. Look.”

A huge man emerged from the alley, pausing to look both ways. He wore a fleece hoodie with the hood up. And it was eighty-five degrees that night, and it was half past ten. Too hot for fleece, much less a hood.

“At least seven feet tall, maybe four hundred pounds,” Jennifer whispered despite the helmet. “I think we hit paydirt.”

The suspected orc turned into the alley across the street. He immediately vanished into the darkness.

“I think you are right,” Nicole said. “I say we go in afoot. He’ll hear our bikes.”

The women quickly parked their motorcycles, leaving their helmets behind with the bikes. Getting across that busy street proved a little more problematic, with one of the cars laying on his horn when forced to stop.

Pausing at the alley’s entrance, Jennifer squinted inside. She couldn’t see more than a dozen feet since it was so dark. Nicole looked eager to go, so she led the way into the darkness. As the neon lit street fell further and further behind them, the women’s eyes adjusted to the darkness.

They got about halfway down the alley before...

“Watch out!” Jennifer shouted when he stepped out of the shadows to confront them. Both women dropped into defensive stances, ready to fight if necessary. “Who the hell are you?”

“I am Gur.”

He pushed the hood back off his head to reveal a bestial face, large swept back pointed ears, and Jennifer’s eyes locked on the lower jaw tusks.

“Holy crap, you’re the ugliest – ” Nicole started to say.

The orc growled as he lunged at them. He shut the blonde up with a fist to the face. Nicole’s legs came off the ground as she flew backwards. The lights went out before she hit the ground to lay spread-eagle and unmoving.

“What the hell?” Jennifer cried, eyes huge. “Why did you… Get away from me!”

Gur came after her, face filled with rage as he swung a savage haymaker at her face. Jennifer bobbed and weaved, doing everything she could to avoid being knocked out like Nicole.

She was painfully aware that she was not super-powered at the moment. She couldn’t wear her power belt out of costume without a very real threat of compromising her secret identity.

Maybe we should’ve done this in costume.

She paused, wondering how well orcs could tell humans apart. If she transformed into Ms Patriot before him, would he be able to identify her alter ego and link her to Ms Patriot?

Gur charged her with a bellow, ending that thought. She ducked under a right cross, then caught his wrist, turned her hip into him, and threw the huge orc against the wall. His head slammed into the wall, leaving him momentarily dazed. Jennifer stepped close to put an end to the fight with a kick to the head, but a bestial howl sounded from back the way they’d come.

“What was that?”

The orc lashed out with a foot, kicking her in the belly. Jennifer stumbled back and tripped. But she rolled back into a fighting stance. The orc didn’t attack. Instead, he scooped Nicole’s limp body up and took off running.

“No! Drop her, you monster!”

Jennifer took off after him and Nicole. Despite the orc being burdened with a limp heroine over his shoulders, all she could manage was to keep pace. The orc raced out of that alley and turned down the dark, nearly empty street.

“I am – ” she stopped, hearing someone behind her.

Men and women were watching and pointing. Then two more orcs followed Jennifer out of the alley.

Dammit, I can’t change into Ms Patriot yet.

She slanted a worried look back at the orcs, as realized she was already beginning to tire a little and slow. Then the orc carrying Nicole turned into another alley. Jennifer had a moment to consider, but followed him in as well.

I can’t allow them to take Nicole.

“You are a brave and foolish woman,” a deep, gravelly voice said.

“Yikes!”

Jennifer all but skidded to a stop. Three orcs stood in line across the alley. The orc that took Nicole was behind them, already starting to strip the blonde out of her racing suit. The busty beauty gawked at him, then turned her attention to the three newcomers. That’s when the two orcs following her trotted into the alley to block her escape.

I’m feeling a lot more foolish than brave right now.

All six orcs looked over six feet tall, four hundred pounds. One of them surely weighed in at five hundred. Big. BIG monsters. One and all wore baggy pants and hoodies. She idly wondered where they found clothes large enough to fit them.

Baby blues scanned the dark walls and doors. A few lights burned above doors. She noticed security cameras.

I have to find a safe place to transform into Ms Patriot.

“J-Just give me the other girl, and we can all go our separate ways,” Jennifer said. “I just want my friend back.”

The darkest, most disturbing chuckle rumbled out of the six orcs. Their fierce dark eyes narrowed, huge hands clenching. Jennifer was stronger than the average woman, pound for pound, being descended of the Valkyrie, but she understood her limits well enough to know she couldn’t fight six orcs and hope to win.

“Hey!” she cried, noticing the orc had Nicole completely stripped, and was starting to remove his clothing. “Don’t you dare!”

He dared.

“Human women are only good for broodmares,” Gur said, and lowered himself to his knees. He grabbed the blonde’s hips, and then pulled her into his lap. He didn’t bother with foreplay. The blonde was immediately impaled on his ginormous erection. “This one is tight.”

Jennifer screamed, “Nicole!”

The raven-maned beauty charged the orcs. The three blockers charged her with monstrous, deep-throated bellows. As they closed, the busty beauty threw herself to the ground and rolled through the middle orc’s legs. She rolled back to her feet as he went down, pulling his comrades’ attention to him. Jennifer raced at the orc fucking Nicole.

“I will end you!” she screamed, and lashed out with a foot to the side of his head.

That stopped him. The orc lay unconscious at her feet. But Nicole was just starting to regain consciousness, nowhere close to being able to flee with her. So Jennifer turned back to defend her friend until she could run.

“Nicole, please, get up,” she cried. “We don’t have much time.”