Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 55) (Patreon)

Chapter 55

Grimme City, Friday, 9:45 AM…

Purple Avenger quietly rolled to a stop behind the old Central Bank and Trust building. The structure was surrounded by scaffolding as it was being renovated inside and out, in the process of becoming loft apartments. Sharp brown eyes scanned the night shadows for threats, before she killed the engine. She swung off the super fast racing bike and paused to stretch. Then she looked up at all of the scaffolding.

“Looks dirty.”

She walked over to one of the “legs” of a section of scaffolding. The four legs had narrow built-in ladders. So she started climbing. Purple Avenger climbed to the top of the three floor building. She found the roof filled with construction materials. 

Three brightly attired women stood in the middle of the roof. Uber Woman and Uber Girl glowed brightly in the moonlight, their costumes’ white items really popping. Silver Angel’s metallic silver costume reflected light much differently, but the moonlight was hitting it just right to make her shine from that angle.

“Thank you for meeting me, ladies,” she said.

“No, thank you for rejoining us in this eternal battle,” Uber Woman said.

They all hugged it out. Then forming a small circle, Purple Avenger looked each of them in the eyes briefly, with a small smile.

“I have gone undercover,” she said. Their eyebrows lifted, but the others remained silent. “Inside the House of Joy.”

“Whoa!” Silver Angel cried, reeling back. “What?”

“I went to the House of Joy this past Monday, in full BDSM attire,” she said. “Wearing a cowl to hide my identity, and joined the House of Joy. I’m a member now. And I’ve gone in every night since.”

“Oh, that is so daring,” Uber Girl whispered. “Especially since your alter ego is public knowledge. If you are ever unmasked…”

“I know,” she said. “I’m scared witless just thinking about it. I do not want to join Mistress Patriot’s super heroine BDSM harem.”

“My heart is racing just thinking of how vulnerable you are when inside,” Uber Woman said.

“Well, I’ve spent enough time, and interacted with the other members enough, that I am pretty much old news and have faded into the background noise,” she said. “It helps that there are a lot of new members. It’s the only way for people to get sexual access to captured super heroines.”

“Have you forgotten about Pimp Daddy and his Super Heroine Hell floor?” Silver Angel asked.

“True, but the House of Joy has the city’s newest captures, and they are all local heroines known to everyone,” Purple Avenger said. 

The other three heroines shifted uncomfortably at that. Those “local heroines” were their friends. 

“So… You’ve seen my…”

“Yes, I’ve seen Silver Girl, both in costume and out,” she said. She cringed. “The captured heroines rarely wear their masks.”

“Speaking of,” Uber Woman said, looking sick at heart. “Have you heard? Ninja Girl, Shewolf, and Omega Girl were all briefly captured by street thugs, who…um… Among other things, recorded unmasking them. Then they sold the videos to Mistress Patriot for her porn website, so their secret identities are all known now, too.”

Purple Avenger reeled back at step, head spinning. “No. No. No. That’s terrible.”

 “Terrible but true,” Uber Girl said, nodding. “None of them are famous, but resourceful trolls online have ferreted out their alter egos and shared their names.”

“Goddess help us,” Purple Avenger gasped. “People are terrible!”

“Are we allowed to say that?” Uber Girl asked. “I mean, we have sworn to protect all of the people.”

“Truth is truth,” Silver Angel whispered, scowling. “Most of the city’s heroines have now been unmasked and identified, if not captured. It’s a dark day for justice.” She sucked in a deep breath. “I haven’t confirmed it yet, but I’m pretty sure my secret identity is known and spreading among all the wrong people. Soon to be broadcast to the world, I’m sure.”

Purple Avenger nodded. She knew who Silver Angel was now, so suspected most of the underworld did as well. For some reason the general population still appeared to be clueless. 

Why hasn’t Mistress Patriot made a public statement and revealed Silver Angel is Annette Moore?

It was common knowledge now that Autumn Moore was Silver Girl, and now a BDSM sex slave for hire. Annette was much more famous than her daughter. The world just didn’t make sense sometimes. Okay, most of the time.

“Well,” the black heroine said, pulling herself together. “I think it’s time we reclaimed our lost girls.”

Silver Angel perked up. “You have a plan?”

Purple Avenger caught her eyes and smiled. “I do.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Uber Woman said.

“It is,” she said. “But mostly dangerous for me.

“I propose I go in tomorrow night. Mingle and play around a while,” she said. Then she looked at Silver Angel. “And then I hire two of our lost girls for that private session upstairs.”

“What? Hire? You mean to have sex with my daughter?”

“Calm down,” Uber Woman said. “Let her finish.”

“I’m afraid so, but I can easily bind and gag them before going upstairs,” Purple Avenger said. “I will then pretend to take them up for a BDSM threesome, but in fact I’ll take them straight up to the roof deck. You can fly in and take us all away.”

“That leaves one girl behind,” Uber Woman said. “And what about the perimeter defenses? We can’t go in without being blissed mindless.”

“I’ve already done a little snooping around, and I know how to turn off the bliss defenses. Mistress Patriot uses the roof deck after all, so the bliss blasters have to be turned off for that.

“As for leaving one girl behind,” she said, voice trailing off. She smiled apologetically. “I’ve been observing Patriot Girl, Silver Girl, and Justice Star. I think Patriot Girl might be too gone to save. So I’ll be going after Silver Girl and Justice Star.”

“I’ll contact Omega Girl and try to get her to help us,” Uber Woman said. “It’ll be best if we can carry all three of you away at once. I have a bad feeling that alarms will still go off when you access the roof.”

“Good thinking,” Silver Angel said. “I’ll be there to help, too. Just on the sidelines to help once our girls are rescued.”

“Awesome. I hope to have them out of there before midnight tomorrow.”

“Why so late?” Uber Girl asked.

Purple Avenger cringed. “Saturday night is the busiest night, I’m told, so I expect it’ll take some time to get both of them together. I’ll do my best to get my hands on them as early as possible, but it could also be well past midnight.”

The other heroines nodded solemnly. Longer meant the poor slave heroines would endure more hours of bondage and sexual exploitation. 

Silver Angel hugged Purple Avenger. “Thank you.”

“Great. So I’m going to go change, and visit the club now,” Purple Avenger said. Oddly, her pussy started to tingle, secreting love juices. “Just to show my kinky girl colors. But tomorrow night we strike!”