Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Chapter 8

Ms Virtue dropped a little lower to get a better look at the escape vehicle. It was a minivan. Probably stolen like all of their previous getaway vehicles. But it wasn’t black as she originally thought, but a very dark blue.

She got close enough to see four people inside, still in all black, still wearing masks.

Doesn’t matter, she thought. Thanks to Scott Jeremy I know who you are. Now take me to the four kidnapped women, and then we can end this for once and for all.

She smiled at the thought of the handsome mob boss. He thought he had her, dangling a carrot she couldn’t refuse. But instead, she was on the verge of rescuing the missing celebrities on her own. Mr. Jeremy would NOT get to lay with Ms Virtue. She would NOT be forced to willingly give herself to him for vital information. He was about to become very disappointed and frustrated.

Serves him right, the misogynistic pig.

Ms Virtue almost wanted to contact him before the police. It would be such a rush to hear his disappointment. But then, she knew she had to take the high road. Just let him learn of her success on the news. It was unbecoming a super heroine to taunt and gloat.

Still tempting.

The Russians surprised her by suddenly fishtailing into a dark alley. The minivan raced up the alley at breakneck speed, then turned right on the next street, before turning into yet another alley to speed away. Ms Virtue rose back up, easily tracking them through the dark streets. She kept her eyes locked on that minivan, too. At no time did it slow enough for anyone to roll out. Everyone stayed inside.

Must be a planned maneuver to lose anyone trailing them. Just to be sure. She smiled. No one ever thought of the eyes in the sky.

After that, the Russians drove normally through the night-shrouded streets. Ms Virtue followed high above, out of sight and out of mind. It took about twenty minutes, but they finally pulled into an alley behind an old, abandoned hotel. The minivan came to a stop next to the back door, and they got out and filed inside.

“Gotcha,” she whispered. “I love it when everything comes to a satisfying conclusion. Who doesn’t love a happy ending? Bad guys don’t, but who gives a shit about what they want?”

She pulled her phone again. Still no one logged in. So she sent the GPS coordinates before stuffing the phone back down her boot.

Ms Virtue dropped down to land softly next to the back door. She carefully tested the doorknob. The door was left unlocked. That was a little worrisome. Bad guys tended to be paranoid. Maybe they were still a little rattled by her sudden appearance to rescue Ariana? The bodyguards engaging them in a gun battle probably didn’t help their nerves.

“Time to rescue some young women from vile human slavery.”

Opening the door extremely slowly, afraid of making any sound to alert the bad guys of her arrival, Ms Virtue pushed it wide and stared into pitch blackness. Did the human traffickers have flashlights? She stepped just inside and stopped, cocking her head this way and that, listening intently. Were the bad guys upstairs? Down in a basement? On the ground floor?

Nothing, she thought. Not a sound. Where could they be? Then music started up, barely discernible. Upstairs? Perfect, guide me in, boys.

Knowing her stilettos would echo through that empty building, she lifted up to hover inches above the floor. Then she pushed herself forward, ears alert as she tried to zero in on that location. After a moment, she recognized the music as an American Pop song.

Are they listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘Bad Blood” up there? That’s weird.

She drifted up the back corridor, closed doors lining the way. It appeared to open into a much larger room at the end. A little light from that room helped, but it was just moonlight. A door behind her opened. Ms Virtue cried out as she spun around in midair. Two black-clad figures, which she could barely even see, lunged out at her.

“No!” she shouted. “No one surprises — ”

Someone smashed into her back. Tackled her out of the air, driving the busty heroine tits first into the floor. Someone immediately stomped down on the back of her head, driving her face hard into the unyielding floor. Left her light-headed.

Ms Virtue twisted and kicked, breaking free of the tackler. A booted foot slammed into her face, into her nose. Her eyes erupted with tears as pain lanced in deep. A very strong man pulled her arms back, locking them in handcuffs. Despite her super strength, she could not break handcuffs. No leverage. And then he unfastened the belt around her waist. Her power belt. The Item that bestowed super powers.

“Nonono!” It came off, and Ms Virtue felt all of her super powers quickly fade away. “No! Not right. Give it back!”

“You must think we’re stupid,” a woman said with just a hint of a Russian accent.

“Ivanka?” she asked.

The female flinched back. “You know who I am? How?”

“I know who all of you are,” she said. “The gig is up. Surrender now, and I can guarantee you’ll get some leniency in your prison sentences.”

“Really?” Ivanka sneered. She pulled off her black ski mask, letting her long golden blonde hair tumble down her back. Then she dropped to a knee before the panting heroine, cupped Ms Virtue’s chin, and leered. “I can guarantee something, too. I guarantee that I will break you when I fuck you. You will beg for the touch of my hands, lips, and… Riding crop.”

Ivanka claimed her lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss that seemed to last forever. The Russian beauty deftly unzipped the heroine’s suit, with one of the men pulling it off her body. Before Ms Virtue could wrap her mind around what was happening, Ivanka’s fingers plunged into her pussy.

The Russian beauty proved her mettle as a lesbian lover. She kissed, fondled, and sucked on the heroine’s lips, neck, and tits, all while one hand rocked Ms Virtue’s pussy. It didn’t take long before that surge to climax rippled through the costumed vigilante.

“Aaagggh!” Ms Virtue screamed, body bucking as her insides erupted.

Ivanka forced the hapless blonde to come three times before she released her. The beautiful heroine just lay limply on the floor, huffing and puffing and struggling to collect herself.

The man behind Ivanka pulled off his mask, revealing his identity as Vlad. Ivanka’s father and leader of the human traffickers. He hauled Ms Virtue to her feet, pounded two punches into her ribs to keep her in agony and weak, and finally started dragging her away.

Ms Virtue was forced up to the second floor, and then into one of the rooms. It was a simple hotel room, with just a queen-sized bed, bistro table, two chairs, and a couch. All old and dirty looking. Decades of dust caked every flat surface. Someone’s phone lay on the dresser, pop music playing.

She was forced to her knees, whereupon Vlad pulled out his cock and shoved it into her mouth.

“Mmmgh!” she screamed around it.

“We’ll each get a shot with her,” Vlad said in heavily accented English. “Once her will is broken, shattered, we’ll take her back to the hideout.”

Ms Virtue, forced to bob up and down his cock by Vlad’s hands gripping her head, blinked and groaned. That wasn’t even their hideout? So the other captives weren’t there?

I can’t believe it ends like this!