Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 45) (Patreon)

Chapter 45

“They should’ve arrived long before now,” Uber Woman said. “I think we screwed the pooch.”

Silver Angel looked grim in the faint moonlight. She stood there staring up at Uber Girl and Omega Girl floating high above. Purple Avenger, Shewolf, and Ninja Girl sat upon their motorcycles.

“I know,” Silver Angel finally said. “They either returned to the House of Joy, or to a safehouse.”

They all turned toward Jade Manor. The estate was lit up, house and grounds. Right there. Taunting them.

“Don’t forget there is a secret entrance to the Patriot Cave for vehicles,” Purple Avenger said. “So they might be inside as we speak. Maybe down in what she now calls the Patriot Dungeon, already well into breaking Justice Star on the rack.”

“Damn,” Uber Woman said. “I forgot about that possibility.”

“I’m still struggling to understand how everything went so epically sideways,” Purple Avenger said. “We had numerical superiority, yet Mistress Patriot handed us our asses on a silver tray. And then took Justice Star.”

“I blame myself,” Uber Woman said. “I failed to factor in a simple fact. We don’t want to hurt her, but she has no qualms about doing terrible things to us.”

“I also didn’t expect Silver Girl and Patriot Girl to fight back so hard,” Silver Angel said.

“None of us did,” Uber Woman said. She lifted up off the ground. “We’ll be back. I’m going to take Uber Girl and go check the House of Joy to see if Mistress Patriot returned there.”

The busty blonde flew up between the two younger heroines. Uber Girl and Omega Girl came in to speak with her. She smiled at them, both so young and eager to prove themselves. Uber Girl barely twenty, on the verge of being elevated to full heroine status. Omega Girl, just a year older and closing on the end of her rookie year as a super heroine.

“Looks like they might’ve turned back to the House of Joy,” Uber Woman said. She looked at Jade Manor. “Though, they might’ve gotten into Jade Manor via the Patriot Dungeon’s secret vehicle entrance.”

“What are we going to do?” Omega Girl asked. “Let her just keep Justice Star?”

“Not our first choice,” Uber Woman said. “Right now we’re just trying to figure out where she is, so I’m going to take Uber Girl and go check out the House of Joy. She might’ve circled back after the ambush.”

“I know. I can’t stop thinking that’s exactly what she did,” Omega Girl said.

“Me, too,” Uber Girl said. “This whole night has been a fiasco. So embarrassing.”

“Come,” Uber Woman said before they talked each other into darkest depression. “We shouldn’t be long.”

The veteran heroine flew side-by-side with her African-American sidekick. Her heart filled with dread at the thought of Uber Girl’s imminent rise to full heroine. That first year as a super heroine was the most dangerous, when a heroine was the most likely to be defeated and vanish forever. She worried because her protégé was so brave, so daring.

They flew low and fast, reaching Sugar Town quickly. The streets were still a riot of sound, movement, and color. A rainbow of neon battled with street lamps and headlights. Uber Woman’s eyes went straight to the dark shadows and alley ways. Shadowy characters lurked within, barely moving as they looked for prey. Just that red light district alone could keep all of the city’s super heroines busy every day and night.

She quickly spotted the House of Joy. Uber Woman led her sidekick around to the back, flying up that alley. Their eyes locked on the trashed and smashed Escalate parked outside the back entrance. Mistress Patriot’s vehicle. No one inside it.

She pulled out her phone and called the other heroines on a conference call.

“She did return to the House of Joy,” she said. “The penthouse is still mostly dark, so I think she took Justice Star to the club’s dungeon to break and train her.”

Her voice choked off after she stated the vanquished heroine’s fate. Uber Woman’s body tingled, becoming hot and achy as she remembered past setbacks. She knew too well the fate of a captured super heroine. It was worst being captured by Mistress Patriot, a woman who knew too well how to manipulate and break a heroine.

Poor Justice Star has been dragged into the gutter, she thought. Even now Mistress Patriot is breaking her with sex and debauchery, twisting Justice Star’s beautiful soul around her little finger.

Omega Girl joined them shortly thereafter. They spread out and around the House of Joy, watching the front and back doors in the hope Mistress Patriot would try to take her new plaything home again. Mostly, though, Uber Woman watched until the lights came on inside the penthouse.

All of the curtains and shades were drawn, so they couldn’t peek inside. Indeed, new security measures kept the heroines well away from the structure. Uber Woman didn’t want any of them getting blasted with Bliss and dragged into that BDSM hell hole.

Silver Angel arrived in her car next, followed closely by Purple Avenger, Ninja Girl, and then Shewolf. Uber Woman dropped down to meet with them.

“They are up in the penthouse now,” she said. “All of the windows are blocked, so I don’t know who is all up there. But at least Mistress Patriot and Justice Star, I presume.”

“Actually, I suspect Justice Star is down in the basement on a fucking machine,” Silver Angel said. “Being brainwashed.”

“Good point.”

“We’re not going to do anything but sit on our butts and shake our heads?” Purple Avenger asked. “Our thoughts and prayers don’t do a damn thing for Justice Star.”

“I know,” Uber Woman said. “But our hands are tied.”

“Agreed. Mistress Patriot’s security measures have pretty much made the House of Joy heroine proof,” Silver Angel said. “If we attack, then we’ll get blissed senseless and dragged into BDSM sex slavery, too.”

“This is unacceptable,” Omega Girl said. “If we can’t go in, then we have to catch her out on the streets, between here and Jade Manor.”

“Yeah, that hasn’t worked out too well, has it?” Purple Avenger snapped. “What’s it been? Four, almost four and a half months since Ms Patriot was captured and brainwashed?”

They discussed setting up a schedule for keeping watch. Then Ninja Girl left, followed quickly by Omega Girl, Shewolf, and Purple Avenger. Uber Woman sent Uber Girl home.

“How are you making out?” she asked Silver Angel once they were alone. “Have you been able to get any of your clothes and personal effects from the house?”

“Yes, I sent my personal assistant over to get some stuff.”

“Do you have a safe place to live?”

“Not really,” she said. “My office is relatively safe, now with beefed up security. But I can’t sleep there.”

“What are you doing? Motels?”

“No. I was, but I found out Mistress Patriot is tracking my credit card use,” she said. “They almost caught me, so now I get sexed up, go to a different bar every night, and let some random man pick me up. She’s not tracking their cards, so I get a motel room for the night. Or spend the night at their place.”

“Wow. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it had gotten so bad,” Uber Woman said. She considered her friend a moment. “May I offer something different?”

“Sure. What? I’m open to just about anything now.”

“Come stay with me,” she said.

Silver Angel objected, mostly out of fear of endangering her friend. But Uber Woman insisted, and won that battle. So she followed Silver Angel to the secret place she stashed her car, then swept the other blonde up in her arms and took off flying.

“This feels so undignified.”

“Would you prefer I carry you over my shoulder? It would be easier for me.”

“No, thank you. I’m good.”

Uber Woman circled her high-rise condo a few times, ensuring no one was out on their balcony to witness her return. It was pretty late, but a Friday night. She had to be doubly cautious. Once she was sure it was safe, she landed on her balcony and set Silver Angel back on her booted feet.

Silver Angel turned to face her, their large breasts suddenly pressed together. Her nose and lips brushed Uber Woman’s before they both flinched back.

They froze, face-to-face, boobs squashed together, staring at each other. Uber Woman’s mind filled with the times they’d been forced by bad guys to make out. The latest was that unfortunate night in the Dollhouse. The Toad did them so dirty. And it was all for nothing.

“I… I can’t…” Silver Angel whispered breathlessly. “Just thinking…”

“Dollhouse?”

She nodded.

“Me, too. It wasn’t our first time…together.”

“I know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

“Oh?” Uber Woman said, body suddenly trembling. Her sex got super hot, wet, and tingly. She licked her lips. “Wh-What do you mean?”

Uber Woman’s eyes dropped when her friend licked her lips, head tilting just a little. She mirrored, a tiny whimper escaping. The other heroine’s silver-gloved hands came down on her well-rounded hips. She reached up and brushed a lock of blonde hair out of Silver Angel’s face, fingertips brushing her friend’s soft cheek.

“I know you are vulnerable,” she whispered. “I don’t want to take advantage…”

Silver Angel cut her off with a kiss. Just a brief, soft kiss. They stared at each other a long moment. Uber Woman’s heart thundered, her pussy throbbing. Then Silver Angel’s hands glided back and down to grab her butt, squeezing just right.

“Please. Take full advantage.”

Their lips melted together, as their arms encircled each other. Uber Woman held her so tightly, tongues dancing deep in her mouth. The two veteran super heroines made out like teenagers. After a unknown time, Uber Woman took her friend by the hand and led her inside. Straight to the bedroom.

“Wow. Even your bedroom is all pink and white.”

“I like what I like,” Uber Woman purred, kissing Silver Angel’s neck as she unzipped her lover’s corset.

Silver Angel quickly unfastened Uber Woman’s top, and they embraced topless, savoring the feel of each others satiny smooth titty flesh rubbing together. Then they stripped off each others bikini bottoms, before Uber Woman pushed her lover atop the foot of the bed.

Kneeling between her friends thigh-booted legs, Uber Woman buried her face in hot, wet snatch. She quickly licked the pre-cum off, before she took a moment to suck hard on the clit.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, sending sweet vibrations into her lover’s clit. “Hmmmmm.”

“Ooooh. Yes.”

Uber Woman quickly peeled off her hot pink opera gloves, then used her thumbs to pull Silver Angel’s cunt lips apart. Pre-cum spilled out of that drenched slit, which she hungrily lapped up. Then she dove into that hot, wet slit, tongue lapping. Only stopping to suck and nibble on fleshy nether lips. It didn’t take long to make her lover gasp and jolt, and squirm. Soon, she was clutching Uber Woman’s head as she bucked.

“Yes. Yes,” Silver Angel cried. “Fuck me. Please, I need it so much.”

Her left hand dropped down between her own legs and started rubbing her own throbbing, achy clit. She licked and rubbed, and finally thrust two fingers into Silver Angel. The other heroine gasped, back bowing, as she finger-fucked her.

“Aaagggh!” Silver Angel cried, body convulsing in orgasmic joy.

As she lay there quivering like jelly, Uber Woman rose up and climbed onto the bed. She shifted around to straddle Silver Angel’s face, lowered her pussy to her friends mouth, and then she lowered her face to Silver Angel’s snatch. They began eating each other out with enthusiasm.