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Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 11

Grimme City, two weeks later…

Tammy Thomas closed her laptop, head shaking sadly. The busty investigative reporter and news anchor sighed, a look of profound sorrow on her face and weighing down her heart. She’d just confirmed it.

It took two weeks of the toughest searching she’d ever done. The culprits had kept their secret, but all secrets eventually came out. And now they had all but publicly admitted what they’d done: Capture, brainwash, and prostitute a super heroine.

While Patriot Girl had been a BDSM slave for almost the entire two weeks of her captivity, they introduced her BDSM persona of Patriot Slut just two nights back. Something like that couldn’t be kept secret. Sugar Town was ecstatic.

Picking up her phone, she sent Ms Patriot a DM: found patriot girl. meet me in 1 hour in alley behind sullivan’s theater

The reply: tell me where

In one hour

Fine

Tammy sent a few more heroines DMs, to get as many at the meeting as possible. Ms Patriot would need their emotional and moral support when she learned the truth. And then, the more heroines the easier and quicker they could rescue the lost sidekick.

I just hope Patriot Girl hasn’t been completely broken, she thought as she moved through her luxury condo overlooking the city skyline. Her stilettos clattered on hardwood, muffled by posh modern furnishings and decor. It was a three-bedroom, two-bath condo. One bedroom was her home office.

Leaving her purse on the dining table, phone in hand, she left the condo and took the elevator all the way up to the roof deck. As hoped, the lights were off and none of the residents were up there enjoying a night of drinking. It was almost one in the morning, but a Saturday night, so no guarantee it would be empty.

Tammy walked to the railing. She stood and stared at the glorious beauty of the nighttime skyline.

“How can such a beautiful facade hide so much criminal ugliness?”

She reached up and released her bun. A massive amount of platinum blonde hair cascaded down, over her shoulders and down to her sweetly rounded butt. She struck a sassy pose, chin high, hands on well-rounded hips.

“I am Uber Woman!”

A faint pink light burst. She felt the magic rippled through her tall, shapely body. Uber Woman stood where her alter ego just had. Same woman underneath, but now she wore the regalia of a Valkyrie super heroine. Her costume was white patent thigh boots, pink thong, pink opera gloves, white strapless bikini top, and a white mask to hide her secret identity. Only two other accessories: Silver choker and silver tiara. The large pink diamond embedded in the tiara, centered on her forehead, was enchanted and her Object of Power. It was the talisman that bestowed all of her super powers.

“Evildoers beware, Uber Woman is in the air,” she said, and dived over the side. The heroine pulled up her power of flight as a thrill slithered up her spine. Only a tiny number of super heroines had the ability the fly. “I feel… Powerful.”

Uber Woman flew in a great loop around the city, slowly moving inward toward the rendezvous site behind Sullivan Theater. She checked her phone. Purple Avenger and Silver Angel had responded to her DM. So it was only going to be the four of them? Where were the city’s other heroines?

She stopped that train of thought. They all were slaves to their alter egos’ lives. No one knew anyone else’s secret identity out of safety concerns. The situation at hand was a perfect example of why that rule existed. Mentors and protégés knew each others real personas, and soon Ms Patriot said that masked men tried to kidnap her shortly after her sidekick’s capture. So her alter ego had to lay low.

“Ms Patriot is compromised,” she said. “It’s only a matter of time before her civilian persona is kidnapped and vanishes forever. We have to fix this problem fast.”

Sullivan Theater was dark, now closed until repairs are made after a small fire. Uber Woman flew over the site first, noticing Ms Patriot already waiting.

She’s forty minutes early.

And then she spotted Purple Avenger speeding in on her hopped up street racer. Stopping to hover, she looked all around and found Silver Angel’s sleek white sports car approaching from the opposite direction as Purple Avenger.

“I guess we’re all meeting a little early.” She smiled, shaking her head. “We’re all a bunch of overachievers.”

The platinum blonde masked vigilante waited until the other heroines were together, and had hugged it out. Then she dropped straight down to a stiletto clattering landing beside them. One and all jumped, just like the average criminal when she dropped down in the middle of a crime.

“Stop doing that!” Purple Avenger cried. The gorgeous African-American in all purple — Mask, opera gloves, bikini, and thigh boots — rushed up to hug her. “How have you been, beautiful?”

“I’ve been… Busy,” she said. Catching Ms Patriot’s eyes, she opened her arms and they hugged. “I’ve been looking for our missing girl full time.”

“As have we all,” Silver Angel said, coming in for a hug.

Once the pleasantries were over, Uber Woman struck a classic pose before the others. All joy left her super model gorgeous face. Her blue eyes hardened.

“As I said in the DM, I discovered Patriot Girl’s fate,” she said. “It’s not good.”

“Tell me,” Ms Patriot snapped, baby blues flashing.

“Patriot Girl was captured directly behind the House of Joy, and that’s where she’s been this whole time.”

“I checked the House of Joy,” Ms Patriot cried.

“Well, my friend, they hid her very well,” Uber Woman said. “While training, and… Brainwashing her into the perfect BDSM sex slave.”

“Oh my GOD,” Ms Patriot cried. “I am going to murder Mistress Tabitha!”

“Well, let’s not go that far,” Silver Angel said. “We are super heroines. We don’t kill. The judicial system will take care of Ms Tobias.”

She watched the play of emotions on Ms Patriot’s face. That poor woman struggled to get her emotions under control. Uber Woman understood. If it’d been her protégé captured and forced into BDSM sex slavery and prostitution, she’d probably lose her mind.

“Patriot Girl has been forced into bondage prostitution for two weeks,” Ms Patriot whispered. “She will be found and freed tonight, and then I will make Mistress Tabitha pay.”