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Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 2

Patriot Girl plunged into the dark alley at a dead run. The thought of just how dangerous that was flashed through her head, but she didn’t let up at all. Catching Thor Stormhardt was all that mattered. If she could capture him before he reached the other end of the alley, before Ms Patriot was there to help, it would be epic. Ms Patriot would be so proud of her.

The eighteen year old sidekick’s blue eyes adjust quickly to the darkness. She spotted Thor a lot closer than before. He wasn’t running as fast. Was he struggling to see in the night shadows? Or did he think he got away? Either way, she was about to spoil his night for real.

“Halt, pimp!” the pig-tailed blonde shouted. “Yield to the law, miscreant!”

He stopped and spun around, arms and legs wide. An incredulous look quickly turned angry.

“Yield? Miscreant?” he said. “Where do you heroines come up with his shit?”

“We have dictionaries,” she said, starting to grin. “And none of us are drop outs, so smarter than low-life morons like you.”

“Did you know the IQs of men in prison are higher than super heroines by at least ten points?” he said. “There are more geniuses in the criminal world than in the business world.”

“What? I’ve never heard that,” she said, coming to a stop five feet before him. She struck a classic super heroine pose. “Lies. Surrender, pimp, or suffer the consequences of your bad choices in life.”

Patriot Girl looked him over with a contemptuous sneer. Sure, the blond pimp stood a good six foot five, in an expensive purple suit and matching bowler, but he was slim and looked easy to break in half. Ms Patriot warned that he was faster and stronger than he looked, but by how much? Besides, he was at least a decade older than her, if not in his early thirties. So old.

I can take him. Easy peasy.

Thor looked past her. She heard the approaching footsteps. Two street thugs followed her into the alley. That meant four were still chasing Ms Patriot. The busty sidekick looked past Thor, wondering where her mentor was. Did those other men catch her?

“Looks like I’m not the one about to suffer the consequences of bad choices, Slut Girl.”

Patriot Girl’s eyes flashed. “Do not insult my heroine name.”

The men pursuing her stopped a few feet behind her, dropping into fighting stances. Ready for anything she threw at them. Or were they? The thought amused her.

“Oooo, so scary,” Thor taunted. “Don’t piss off lil Miss Bimbo Girl, or she’ll stamp her widdle foot and pout prettily.”

The heroine felt pink spread across her cheeks. She was still new to the super heroine world, so men taunting her still stung. Until Ms Patriot recruited her, every word from a boy rang loudly within her soul. All she wanted to do was please boys, to make them like her. Ms Patriot was teaching her to be a strong woman, a real woman.

The two men behind her covertly began creeping closer and closer. Thor moved closer as well. They would closing their “trap.” She shook her head woefully.

Men are so full of themselves, she thought. They just can’t fathom a woman, even a super heroine, being stronger and tougher than them.

The golden power belt around her tiny waist helped her confidence, giving her the strength of five strong men. She also moved quicker, had more endurance and stamina, and healed remarkably fast while wearing the belt. So she smiled, knowing those bad men were about to bite off more than they could chew.

“If I stamp my “widdle” foot, pimp, it’ll be in your ugly face.”

“Yeah, right,” one of the men behind her sneered. “I’d like to see you do – ”

Patriot Girl cut his mocking insult off with a lightning fast kick to his face. The street thug was knocked straight back to lie moaning. The other thug punched her in the belly, but the sidekick was already twisting away, so it wasn’t a solid hit. She leapt up and around, rolling over his back to the other side. That move confused him and Thor, who charged her previous position.

She dropped to a knee, under a right cross from the thug. A punch to the thug’s balls sent him gasping and stumbling away. Patriot Girl surged up straight at the pimp. Thor proved his mettle by fending her off, throwing so many punches so fast that the sidekick had to back off.

He’s almost as fast as Ms Patriot.

Thor didn’t hang around to continue the fight. He took off running up the alley again. Patriot Girl grinned and took off after him. She very quickly found herself running as fast as she could in five inch stilettos, yet with that power belt that was very fast.

“Stop running, you little coward!” she shouted. “I’m just a lil girl, you piece of – ”

A door swung open. Before her brain registered the threat, Patriot Girl ran face first into the edge of that door. Slammed into it at top speed. Her feet came off the ground, and she bounced back to the ground.

Patriot Girl mewed helplessly, totally confused and disoriented. Her head throbbed like never before. Unconsciousness threatened to drag her down, which she struggled against with all of her willpower.

“So vulnerable,” she whispered. “Must not… Be weak…”

“Oh my, what do we have here,” Thor’s mocking voice echoed through her achy head. “Is the lil sideslut hurt? Does she got a booboo?”

Thor kicked her in the face.

“Oopsy. Was that wrong of me?”

Thor grabbed one of her long, flouncy pigtails, and dragged the woozy sidekick to her feet. Patriot Girl teetered atop her stilettos, struggling to keep her knees locked. Why did all of her strength go away? Then the other two men ran up, rage in their eyes. One of them immediately punched her in the ribs.

“Aaiiee! Ooooh, hurts so much,” she gasped out. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Patriot Girl clamped her mouth shut. Her spinning head was starting to calm down, allowing her to start thinking. She remembered exactly where she was, and who the men were. Not good, but she just had to stall until Ms Patriot charged in to save the day.

Thor ripped off her red, white, and blue, stars and stripes bikini top.

“Hey!”

Patriot Girl, and all three men looked down at her exposed tits. Large tits, with the amazing firm perkiness of youth. Her nipples were pebbled, pink areolas shiny around them. One of the thugs groaned.

The pimp slipped an arm behind her arms, and pulled her arms back. The two thugs stepped up close and personal. One of them repeatedly punched her in the belly, while the other used her large, firm tits as punching bags. It was pure hell for what felt like a month, before titty man delivered three powerful punches to her face: right cross, left cross, and ending with a brutal upper cut.

The lights went out and Patriot Girl’s body went limp in Thor’s arms. One of the thugs immediately pulled her bikini bottoms down and off her body.

“We’re going to have some fun with – ”

Men came rushing out the door that Patriot Girl smashed into. Thor had to drop the unconscious blonde to defend himself. She hit the ground with a grunt and groan, the jostling waking her up. Patriot Girl rolled onto her back, writhing, moaning and groaning, as she fought back to consciousness.

The shapely blonde heard the men fighting, cursing, crying in fury and pain. And then one side turned and ran. She managed to roll to all fours, but a man wrapped an arm around her neck from behind. She grabbed that arm, trying to pull it away. But then froze, eyes huge, when she realized his intention.

Sleeper hold, she thought, feeling the intense, frightening pressure on her neck, over her arteries and veins. The beautiful, naked blonde teenager struggled, trying to at least loosen his hold around her throat. All to no avail. Darkness rushed in from all sides, her strength bled away, and her body went limp as her eyes closed and she blacked out.