Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 54) (Patreon)

Chapter 54

“What the fuck just happened?!” Mistress Patriot said.

She had a bloody nose, hair tousled. Everyone in the parlor just stared at her, surprised looks on their faces. Ozzy stood up, looking confused. Lady Toya remained down, moaning in pain. Mistress Patriot looked from the member domme, to the bouncer, to Tyrone who stood just inside the front door. Everyone looked baffled.

“They escaped,” Silver Girl said softly. “Omega Girl can still fly after being fucked like that?”

“Apparently,” Mistress Patriot said, brushing at the blood on her upper lip. “Dammit.”

“She crashed across the street!” a voice called from the door.

Mistress Patriot didn’t hesitate. She raced through the parlor and out the front doors. Her baby blues locked on the pile of naked femininity across the street, a homeless man in their midst. Street people were shouting and pointing, a few recording it on their phones. No one was moving to capture the clearly distressed and vulnerable heroines.

Running with all she had, the raven-maned villainess plowed into the three heroines as they made it to their brightly booted feet.

“Ugh!” three voices cried.

She spun into a kick to Omega Girl’s face. “Take that, bitch. Payback is a mother!”

Mistress Patriot snapped a kick between Omega Girl’s spread legs, doubling her up. Then she punched left, knocking Shewolf down, before Ninja Girl tried to kick her in the face. Blocking that kick, she dropped low and swept the ninja-themed beauty’s feet away.

Omega Girl flew up off the ground and drove a shoulder into her belly, lifting Mistress Patriot up and straight back against a wall. 

“Oofff!”

A knee to the chest sent the auburn-haired girl stumbling back. Before she could finish her off, Ninja Girl slammed into her side. The empowered former heroine cursed. How were three depowered heroines holding up so well. Sheer panic and desperation?

Shewolf leapt over Ninja Girl, driving a stiletto heel into Mistress Patriot’s right shoulder. Pain jolted through the tall beauty, leaving her arm limp at her side. Her power belt would heal the injury super fast, but it left her vulnerable for a moment.

The cavalry came charging in. 

Tyrone led Ozzy, Miles, Carlos, and Punch towards them. Both Shewolf and Ninja Girl froze, eyes huge. She exploited the moment by sweeping their feet away, and then stomping on Shewolf’s belly to double her up. But then Omega Girl slammed into her again, flying at chest level.

“Grab and hold them!” Mistress Patriot commanded, as she traded punches with Omega Girl.

Her bouncers rushed past to seize the two fleeing heroines before they could reach the dark alley. Then Tyrone picked up the bag with their Objects of Power and costumes. 

“Surrender, Omega Cunt,” she sneered. “You can’t escape now.”

“Actually, I can,” she said, lifting up a dozen feet.

Omega Girl looked at the other two heroines, each held tightly between large, strong men. Both struggling in vain. A look of profound sadness spread across her face.

“Surrender, or I’ll to terrible things to them.”

“Ha. Not going to work,” Omega Girl said. “You are going to do terrible things to them anyway.”

“Beat them them bloody!” Mistress Patriot commanded. “Mess them up badly!”

Omega Girl cried out in alarm, eyes huge and fearful. But then another voice shouted.

“Not on our watch!”

She spun around just in time to see Uber Woman flying in fast. The blonde in white and pink slammed into Mistress Patriot, pounding fists and knees into her. Uber Girl flew past them to deliver flying kicks to the faces of the bouncers holding Ninja Girl. Omega Girl flew at the men holding Shewolf.

“Fuck this!” Mistress Patriot growled. She seized Uber Woman’s wrist, and spun around savagely. Uber Woman cried out, but was dragged around her in the air. Spinning around three times, she built up momentum and force, before releasing the blonde heroine. “Take that!”

Uber Woman flew straight at her sidekick, still hovering and kicking ass. Mistress Patriot grinned, but then Uber Woman regained control of herself, and flew up and over her protégé. 

“Fuck.”

“Grab Ninja Girl,” Uber Woman shouted. 

As Uber Girl lifted up and away with Ninja Girl in hand, Uber Woman flew off to help Omega Girl finish off the bouncers around Shewolf. Then the blonde swept the dazed Latina in her arms and flew up and away. Omega Girl flew straight at Mistress Patriot.

The villainess braced herself, ready to trounce that little upstart. But the heroine tricked them all by cutting sharply. She flipped over and drove her stiletto heeled boots into Tyrone’s chest, knocking him down. Then she snatched up the shopping bag and followed her comrades in crime-fighting up into the dark night.

Mistress Patriot released a gusty breath, suddenly feeling spent. She was surrounded by her battered bouncers, most still on the ground. Street people encircled them, looking just as stunned. Her black-gloved hands curled into fists as rage claimed her face.

“When I get my hands on them…”