Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 30) (Patreon)

Chapter 30

Silver Angel dropped to one knee. Her sidekick knelt beside her. She threw an opera-gloved arm over Silver Girl’s shoulders, leaning in close as she pointed with her free hand.

“You see them? Security cameras,” she whispered. “Infrared, I believe.”

“Then we’ve already been spotted,” the pony-tailed blonde gasped.

“Shhh. Calm down,” the veteran heroine said with a smile. Silver Angel pulled a small device clipped to her power belt. “This gadget emitted a jamming signal that scrambles security devices, including cameras, including infrared cameras.”

“Is that legal to own?”

“Not at all,” she said. “What are you going to do? Arrest me?”

Silver Girl rolled her eyes. Silver Angel gave her daughter a little peck on the cheek.

“This device has a one mile range, so we’re good,” she continued. “Jennifer’s security is automated, so no humans monitoring it to see a problem.”

Her protégé smiled. A little tingle rippled across the blonde avenger’s shoulders, down her back. Their plan was working like a charm. Jade Manor lay before them, dark and asleep. The mistress of the house was off at work, while the staff had gone home for the night. But Mistress Patriot would be home soon. They had to be ready.

“Follow me,” she whispered. “I don’t expect trouble, but be alert.”

They moved quickly across the manicured lawn. The grass glittered with a billion tiny beads of water after the sprinkler system finished just half an hour earlier. Silver Angel planned that raid meticulously, so she knew even the watering system’s schedule.

They reached the back terrace, stilettos clattering softly as they moved up to the back door. The kitchen door. There was also a line of French doors, but only the kitchen door had key access from outside. She pulled lock picking tools out of her left thigh boot and went to work. The door clicked open in short order.

“You’re amazing,” her daughter said. “You are so talented at…criminal activity.”

“I know,” she said with a wink. “Thank the Goddess I’m a Good Girl, right?”

Silver Angel led the way inside. A lone security light provided dim illumination. They moved quietly over to the back stairs. The stairwell was not lit, so they crept up carefully to the second floor. That luxurious corridor was better lit along it’s length. The heroines made out open and closed doors.

Indeed, the only two closed doors were the rooms they knew to be Jennifer’s and Lynda’s bedrooms. They reached Lynda’s room first. Silver Angel slowly, carefully turned the knob and opened the door. The room was empty, the bed made and pristine. So she closed it quietly.

The blonde heroines went straight to the estate’s sprawling master bedroom. As her alter ego, Annette, she’d been in that bedroom many times. One of the sad things about Ms Patriot’s capture was her friend’s secret identity had come out. While they had a brainwashing victim deprogrammer standing by, there was no way to get back that all important secret. Silver Angel feared her friend and comrade would be forced to retire and probably go away.

Better than being a brainwashed super villainess, she thought. And safer for the rest of us.

The door wasn’t closed all the way. Someone had left it ajar. So the heroines stood to either side, backs to wall, before Silver Angel gently nudged it open. It swung effortlessly on well-oiled hinges, opening wide into a dark bedroom. The heroines listened intently, but no outcry came forth. No sounds of a sleeping woman. Nothing. So Silver Angel eased through the door in a crouch. Night lights around the perimeter of the room lit it just enough to make out detail. The bed was still made, both the bathroom and closet doors stood open.

While Silver Girl went in to clear the bathroom, the veteran heroine cleared the closet. That was a much more involved task as it was literally a suite of closets. Being turned to evil first as a slavegirl submissive, then as a boss dominatrix, hadn’t done anything to destroy her fabulous wardrobe.

“Bathroom is clear,” Silver Girl whispered when she joined her mentor in the closet. She looked around. “Damn. This is the shoe closet of my dreams.”

“All of our dreams,” Silver Angel said. “I really need to up my game.”

The sound of a door echoed up to them before the sidekick could respond. Silver Angel rushed back into the bedroom, up to the open door, and listened. The clatter of multiple women came up from the foyer, followed by soft feminine voices.

She’s home. It’s on. Time to right this wrong.

Closing the door, but leaving it as she found it — ajar — Silver Angel glanced around the bedroom to ensure it remained as they found it. Mistress Patriot might have left everything a certain way on purpose. Then she rushed back into the closet.

“Come. She’ll probably go straight into the closet’s dressing room to get out of those tight leather clothes,” she whispered to her protégé.

The dressing room portion of the closet suite was dead center, with closets off it. She positioned Silver Girl inside the casual wear closet, while she went into the shoe closet. Silver Angel’s door gave her a line of sight view of the entrance off the bedroom.

She sucked in a sharp breath and held it when Mistress Patriot strode into the closet. But instead of turning to the dressing room, she led Patriot Girl and Mistress Tabitha by leashes up to a wall. A wall of built in shelves. She touched something, and that wall vanished in a hiss of hydraulics.

The Patriot Cave!

The three women went straight inside without hesitation. Silver Angel rushed out, motioning to her sidekick. She led Silver Girl to the secret door before it closed, and they slipped inside. Female voices cried out in surprise.

“Silver Angel!” Mistress Patriot shouted. “Get her!”

Patriot Girl and Tabby came at the heroines, fury on their beautiful faces. Silver Angel froze for a heartbeat, a little taken aback by the black and white Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl costumes. Tabby just wore a black leather harness that did nothing to hide her girlie bits.

With Silver Girl by her side, Silver Angel engaged the blonde and redheaded slavegirls. Patriot Girl was not empowered, so it must’ve been a faux power belt around her waste. Or she’d gotten so thoroughly fucked in the House of Joy that night that she had no sexual frustration to fuel her super powers.

Either way, that made the heroine’s job easier. Silver Angel backhanded Patriot Girl, slamming her against the wall. Silver Girl KOed Tabby with a single right cross, leaving the redhead sprawled limply on the floor. But before they could bask in their initial victories, Mistress Patriot plowed into them.

A black patent booted foot slammed into Silver Girl’s hip, sending her flying back out the secret door. Silver Angel threw a brutal uppercut at the Turned heroine’s chin, but it was blocked. Mistress Patriot spun into an attack, and they traded lightning fast punches. All blocked. They seemed evenly matched, at least at first. Mistress Patriot was a little larger, a little faster, a little stronger. She was, after all, the strongest empowered Valkyrie in the city. Grimme City’s former premier super heroine for years.

Spinning backwards as she dodged a right cross, Silver Angel drove her right foot into Mistress Patriot’s chest. That slammed the raven-maned beauty back against the wall. She bounced off, and the blonde slammed a right cross, then a left, into her face before she recovered.

Mistress Patriot collapsed at her booted feet.

Silver Angel started to push a gloved hand down into her left thigh boot to pull out a zip-tie, but her daughter groaned. Her face whipped around, heart hammering. The mother rushed to her child, who was propped up on one elbow and shaking her head.

“Are you all right?” she asked, voice almost cracking. “Nothing is broken, is it?”

“No, I’ll be okay. Just rattled,” Silver Girl said. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t be rash, babygirl,” Mistress Patriot snarled behind them. “Give me a moment and I’ll change that.”

Silver Angel surged to her feet, but Mistress Patriot struck before she could turn to face her. A savage kick slammed into her ribs, super strength lifting her off the floor and flying out of the closet. The blonde hit the floor and rolled to her feet at the foot of the bed. She whirled around and dropped into a defensive stance, expecting Mistress Patriot to be in full attack mode. Instead, Silver Girl came flying out of the closet to slam into her chest. Both blonde were left gasping atop the bed.

“No one violates the sanctity of my home, my bedroom, my Patriot Dungeon!”

Mistress Patriot snatched Silver Girl up off the veteran heroine. She punched the masked teen beauty in the belly three times, making her puke. Then she spun around with her, and hurled the poor sidekick straight into the wall. Silver Girl was left limp and out cold on the floor.

“Bitch!” Silver Angel snarled, snatching up a fistful of shimmering black hair.

She slammed a fist into the bad girl’s face, before smashing a knee into her ribs. Before she could punch her in the face again, Mistress Patriot entangled her leg between hers, and sent them both to the floor. She twisted and wiggled free of the heroine’s grip, before grabbing her silky blonde hair.

“I’ll show you bitch,” Mistress Patriot snarled.

She punched Silver Angel in the face several times, before throwing her across the bedroom to slam into the wall above her sidekick. That left the mentor sprawled atop her protégé. But not out.

Silver Angel remained clear-headed. Her body wasn’t doing as well. Oh, she hurt. Her Object of Power was quickly healing all injuries. She just needed time. Fortunately, Mistress Patriot was quite battered as well, but she also had an Object of Power healing her super fast.

“I’m going to…” Mistress Patriot sneered as she loomed over the pair

“Do nothing,” Silver Angel interrupted, and drove a brutal stiletto heel into her foe’s crotch.

Mistress Patriot stumbled back, clutching her sex with a look of pure agony on her black-masked face. Silver Angel saw victory, but then two large men came rushing inside.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. It was the House of Joy bouncers Ozzy and Tyrone. “Silver Girl! Wake up!”

That’s all she had time for. Tyrone swung at her face, with Ozzy just half a step behind him. So she dropped to the floor and rolled through their feet. That sent the two goons down atop Silver Girl, who was starting to struggle. And then Mistress Patriot charged her with blood in her eyes.

Silver Girl’s silver opera-gloved arm lifted straight up between the two goons. An overwhelming need to go to her daughter hit her, made her hesitate. Mistress Patriot did not hesitate. She kicked Silver Angel in the chest, which bounced her off the wall and back at the BDSM bitch.

She swung at the raven-haired woman’s face, forcing her to duck and dodge. Her foe spun and kicked her again, this time sending Silver Angel flying out the open bedroom door. She rolled to a stop against the far wall. More men were swarming up the front stairs. Too many men to fight.

“Goddess forgive me,” she gasped. Silver Angel sobbed, but turned and ran. She had to escape to fight again. But she left her daughter behind. I can’t save her if I’m captured. I’m so sorry!