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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 22

“Four of those poor women are probably the missing super heroines,” Ms Patriot said.

“Which ones? We’ll free them first.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. We don’t share our secret personas with each other.”

“Smart, but inconvenient at the moment,” the blonde heroine said. “But in the end, it’s really the witch we need to rescue.”

They looked at her on the monitor. The witch’s hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, which an orc was holding tightly as he forced her face up and down on his lap. They watched that massive cock pistoning into her mouth, seeing the look of distress on her face.

“Rescue Wicked Wanda?” Ms Patriot asked. “Are you mad? The witch is getting exactly what she deserves. You do realize that is the fate she intended for you and me.”

Justice Girl watched the scene on the monitor another moment, throat tight, heart pounding. So hard to breathe.

“I do, but she is the only one that can send the orcs back to their native world,” Justice Girl said. “And, maybe, send me home as well.”

“I know. Goddess, how I know,” she said. “But I’m afraid that once she’s released from that collar, we won’t be able to arrest her. She really needs to pay for her crimes.”

Next to Wicked Wanda was another orc sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall. A Latina with a huge belly was riding his cock reverse cowgirl. After a moment, Ms Patriot realized she was taking it up the butt. Just thinking of that monstrous orc cock up the butt made the heroine cringe and groan. And then the girl’s water broke.

They watched in stunned silence as the orcs rushed over to her. She remained impaled on that cock, while the shaman and two others knelt before her to receive the baby. The shaman laid hands on her belly, chanting. Then he pressed his glowing staff to her belly, and she started bucking, slinging her hair around.

There was no audio, so they couldn’t hear what the orcs were saying, but Ms Patriot assumed it was, “Push!” A few minutes later a perfectly formed tiny orc came gushing out with all the afterbirth. While two orcs rushed the baby orc away toward the kitchen, the shaman used his staff to cast a spell on the Latina.

“Some kind of healing spell,” Ms Patriot whispered. “See how she is calming down, and her belly is shrinking pretty fast.”

After about five minutes, Justice Girl said, “He could make a fortune working at hospitals. New mothers would pay anything to get their bodies back that fast.”

“Do you think the shaman is using magic to make their pregnancies go faster?”

Justice Girl frowned, cocking her head. “This magic thing is new to me. I really haven’t wrapped my head around it, so I don’t know what is possible, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Just looking at all the mini orcs, of various sizes, I would say they are having babies very fast and often.”

Another orc stepped up to the Latina, grabbed her hair, and dragged her off the first orc. She was forced to her back in the middle of the room, and then he thrust into her. Ms Patriot grimaced. Was he already trying to get her pregnant again?

“What a nightmare.”

“We have to rescue all of the women,” Justice Girl said. “We can’t leave them to that horrific fate.”

They watched for another two hours. In that time, Wicked Wanda was banged by a dozen or more orcs. The Latina girl got it even worse, sometimes up to three orcs at a time. But once the orcs began to bed down, the women were taken away one by one to be bound hand and foot. Four per bedroom. And then the doors were locked with padlocks on the outside.

“How do you want to do this?” Justice Girl asked. “They put Wicked Wanda in a room by herself.”

“Probably because she is a witch,” Ms Patriot said. “She’s far away from the others upstairs.”

The witch was placed in a large utility closet off the kitchen. Two orcs stood guard outside her door. Then they watched the shaman roll out a blanket and go to sleep in the Great Room with the others.

“I count six orcs on guard throughout the house,” Ms Patriot said. “An unknown number could be outside on perimeter guard.”

“But only three guards between us and the witch.”

“True. We’ll have to take the upstairs guard out quickly and quietly,” she said. “Can you strike a man down with lightning without all of that thunder?”

“No,” she said. “It’s lightning.” She paused. “Well, if I lay hands on him, I can send a stunning jolt straight into him.”

“Good enough,” Ms Patriot said. “Get hands on them as fast as possible.” She considered a moment. “What do you think about this plan? We take out the guard out in the hallway, then you fly out through the master bedroom balcony and around the house. Shoot lightning bolts at windows, and any orcs you see outside. That should bring the other orcs out, or at least to the doors and windows to defend the house. While you’re doing that, I’ll sneak down and free the witch. We’ll meet back in the Patriot Cave.”

Ms Patriot opened the secret door and they crept into the dark closet. It remained empty, all of her clothes still in the Patriot Cave. The emptiness was a gut punch, a stark reminder of past failures and setbacks. But she focused on the task at hand, leading the blonde heroine out into the bedroom and up to the closed door.

They could hear the orc pacing up and down the hallway. When he passed by their door, Ms Patriot yanked the door open wide. Justice Girl raced out, cut right, and slammed into the orc’s back before he could turn around. She placed both hands on him, and shot a bolt between her hands. Straight through him.

The orc grunted, back bowed, and then collapsed bonelessly at her booted feet. She grinned at Ms Patriot after she finished binding his wrists and ankles.

“You’re welcome.”

The two women then dragged the unconscious orc into Jennifer’s bedroom, where the heroine gagged him. Then Ms Patriot just pointed at the French doors out onto the bedroom’s balcony. Justice Girl ran over and out. She did a swan dive off the balcony, and then pulled a bubble of lightning around her.

Ka-BOOM!

The explosive thunder rattled the mansion. Ms Patriot felt it in her bones.

Boom! Boom! Boom!echoed through the house.

Ms Patriot heard orcs bellow their rage downstairs. She rushed down the hallway to the back stairs. She took them down to the ground floor, coming out into the kitchen. Stilettos clattered as she raced across the tile floors to another door. Past it was the two orcs guarding the witch. The raven-haired heroine never hesitated. She plowed straight into them, kneeing one between the legs. She kicked the other in the face, before punching him in the throat. And then she just started kicking them over and over until both collapsed unconscious.

Boom! Boom!

“Don’t destroy my house,” she whispered, looking toward the sound. It sounded like the lightning bolts were hitting the actual house, maybe blowing out more than just windows. “Maybe I should’ve been more specific.”

Opening the closet door, she rushed in to find Wicked Wanda bound hand and foot, ball-gagged, and staring up in terror. The heroine quickly removed the ball gag.

“This is your chance to escape, Wicked Wanda,” Ms Patriot said. “Promise to cooperate, promise to help us defeat the orcs, and I’ll free you. Free you to help us.”

“I’ll do it,” she said. “I do anything I can to help be rid of those monsters.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ms Patriot freed the witch’s ankles, then her wrists. She dragged Wicked Wanda to her feet.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the Patriot Cave.”