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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 16

“Shhh,” Ms Patriot said. She paused, holding her breath, and listened. All she heard was Justice Girl’s breathing and her own heart pounding in her chest. “Shhh.”

“I am shushed.”

She didn’t reply. The orcs howled. Was that a battle howl? A victory howl? At least it sounded like they were all still downstairs.

“Come on,” Ms Patriot whispered, and took off running.

Justice Girl followed fast on her heels. Hair and boobs bounced as the two nearly naked women raced to Jennifer’s bedroom. Ms Patriot only wore a pair of black pumps, big chandelier earrings, and her steel collar. Justice Girl wore red thigh high hose, black thigh boots, and big hoop earrings.

They reached the ajar door into the mansion’s owner’s suite. Ms Patriot paused just inside, staring at the unmade bed. There were articles of women’s clothing, mostly lingerie and shoes, scattered all over. She remembered wearing so much of the discarded pieces, with Justice Girl wearing the rest.

An awful lot of debauchery went down in that bed.

While Ms Patriot paused, Justice Girl continued toward the closet door. She vanished inside, quickly followed by the barely discernible whoosh of hydraulics.

“Are you coming?” the blonde asked.

That broke the busty beauty out of her dark reverie. She darted into the closet to find the secret door already open. She passed inside, whereupon Justice Girl hit the close button. Then Ms Patriot locked it. The orcs could still smash through, but that would give the heroines time to escape.

Their now former masters had moved all of the spare costumes down into the Patriot Cave, so the women ran straight to the elevator and took it down. The lights snapped on when they entered the underground facility.

They stopped to stare breathlessly at the two “sound stages.” Ms Patriot’s too fertile mind filled with memories of making kinky porn in both the bedroom and the BDSM stages. So much filming.

She turned to a folding table piled high with feminine clothing. The rest of their costumes lay atop that table, reduced to just being props for porn videos. Ms Patriot kicked off her pumps, and pulled her blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms on. After Justice Girl put on her strapless white one-piece, Ms Patriot zipped her up. Then the blonde returned the favor and zipped up Ms Patriot’s red and white striped corset. Boots, masks, and gloves, in that order, came next.

Ms Patriot finally, after so long, snapped her power belt around her waist. She closed her eyes and moaned as the magic rippled through her shapely body, pushing her to the very brink.

“That feels so good,” she whispered. Then she looked at Justice Girl. “How long do you think it’ll be before your super powers return?”

She shrugged. “Depends on the drug they used. It’s almost time for them to give me another dose, so I hope my Powers will return soon.”

The Patriot Mobile remained parked in its usual spot on the carousel. That gave them a good means of escape.

Ms Patriot grabbed some of her clothes and shoes and headed toward the car.

“Grab some clothes,” she said. “We have to find a place to hole up until we’re both back to full power.”

“You mean me,” Justice Girl said. “You have your belt back.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said. “My Object of Power is fueled by pent up sexual frustration. So it could be a few hours at best, or a few days of celibacy to be more realistic, before I’m back to full strength.”

Ms Patriot paused to look around. Never did she ever even consider that one day she’d be fleeing her ancestral home, abandoning it to her enemies. Worse, she didn’t even own it anymore. Darius and company forced her to sign everything over to some shadow corporation they’d set up. Those four evil men were filthy rich, if still alive, and she was left destitute.

“My first priority is finding out what happened to our former masters,” Ms Patriot said, after slipping into the driver’s seat. “If they are still alive, and managed to escape the orcs, then we have to find and capture them. Then I can force them to give me back my fortune, and this estate.”

“It’s a plan,” Justice Girl said. “First restore your fortune, then clear this house of the orc infestation.”

They departed, driving straight into the city. It was early, sunrise, everything shut down.

“I have a few emergency bolt holes picked out,” she said. “Occasionally I get injured and need a place to heal for a few hours. Unfortunately, they are in areas with the worst crime, because that is where I do my most intense fighting.”

She drove straight to Sugar Town. Just south of that notorious red light district was an old warehouse district with lots of abandoned, crumbling buildings. Ms Patriot eased up to one of them, only to find homeless men and women had taken up residence there. So she went to the next bolt hole, which had been torn down by the city. It was just a pile of rubble.

Finally, just inside the very poor Lower Saxony district, she found a bolt hole intact and uninhabited. Ms Patriot hid the Patriot Mobile in the detached garage off the alley. They found the tiny cottage boarded up, a condemned sticker on the front door and a rotted out hole in the roof over the living room. But they found one of two bedrooms still in decent condition. Both women stared at the queen-sized bed, stripped of sheets and deeply stained.

“I don’t know if I can touch it, much less sleep on that bed,” Justice Girl said.

“I have a blanket in the car,” Ms Patriot said.

Justice Girl jumped when gunshots rang out in the middle distance.

“Welcome to the ghetto,” Ms Patriot said. “There’s a red light district just half a block away. Mostly crack whores. The going rate is just ten dollars.”

Justice Girl looked at her in horror. “Do we really want to stay here?”

She shrugged. “This is my last bolt hole. I don’t know where we’d go, but we can start looking tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Justice Girl said, walking over to the window. One board was half-rotted away, so she could look out onto the front yard and street. “Damn, I can see the glow from the red light district from here.”

A scantily clad woman came up the sidewalk with a pair of men. The woman was clearly plastered out of her mind. She stumbled in her high heels as the men flanked and all but carried her. Justice Girl scowled at them. That didn’t look good, but the young woman was dressed too scantily to be anything but a hooker.

“Crack whore,” she whispered. “My God, what has happened to me?”