Ms Patriot: Wicked Witch Switch (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series Book 20) (10 page)

            "Tell me you love me."

            "Please, no, master," she gasped out. Golden glory erupted deep in her lower belly, flowing down into her legs and up into her very core. Her very soul.

            "Say it!"

            "I love you!" she cried, intense waves flowing through her. Pulsing throughout her mind and body. "Aagghhhh! I love you, master! I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Aaggghhhhh!"

Chapter 11

Three weeks later, in front of Jade Manor…

            Ms Patriot slowly stepped out of the big, black Chevy Tahoe. She paused to gaze upon the open front door of her former home. King Pimp watched her with amused eyes, the leash attached to the collar around her throat in his hand. Other than the black leather collar, she wore nothing but her full Ms Patriot costume. Unfortunately, after three weeks of fucking for profit, seven days a week, twenty hours a day, her power belt gave her nothing. It was reduced to just a sexy fashion accessory again. The shapely super heroine had forgotten what pent-up sexual frustration felt like.

            "Are you ready, Ms Patriot?"

            The driver pulled her hands back and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She felt her body change, a tingle start deep in her belly as her juices started flowing. She was already pretty aroused after spending the trip over to Jade Manor straddling her master's lap while he played with her tits and ass.

            "Yes, master," she said, and rubbed her lips together.

            Despite all of his assurances, Ms Patriot was a nervous wreck. How could she trust a pimp? Especially one that had used and abused her so thoroughly the past three weeks? And he hadn't just used and abused her body; King Pimp thoroughly
dominated
her. They had a plan to take Esmeralda down, but did King Pimp really plan to just let her go? Ms Patriot could not imagine he'd release her after spending so much time trying to brainwash her into being his permanent sex slave/whore. Maybe he expected her to
want
to remain his whore?

            A very deep, dark part of her really did want to remain his sex slave whore, but the super heroine part of her psyche railed against the injustice, against his misogynistic subjugation of her mind, body, and emotions, against the enforced prostitution. It was humiliating to know how easily she had succumbed to him, and even more humiliating to know how eagerly she had sold her body for him, desperate to see approval and pleasure on his face when she handed him thick wads of cash.

            The super heroine-turned-prostitute earned a lot of money, too. He was pimping her out at one thousand dollars a pop. She got ten thousand an hour for parties. And she'd gotten hired for a lot of parties hosted by mobsters and criminals, all eager to gangbang Ms Patriot unconscious. So Ms Patriot had earned between sixty thousand and one hundred thousand a day for King Pimp, and after three weeks, he'd become well over a million dollars richer. She'd overheard earlier that day that she was on track to earn two million a month, or twenty-four million dollars a year.

           
He'll never willingly let me go
, she thought.
I'll have to escape tonight, or I'll be his sex slave forever.

            "Oh," she gasped, as King Pimp headed toward the front door. She was pulled along, forced to strut behind him. And he did require her to strut as sexily as possible.

            The masked vigilante bit her full red lip as she was led through her former home. Esmeralda hadn't changed anything in the house itself. But now there were pimps, pushers, and other ne'er-do-wells filling Jade Manor. All were friends of, or working for, Esmeralda. To entertain all of those wicked miscreants, the witch provided scantily clad high society women she'd entranced to be her obedient slaves. Everywhere she looked, Ms Patriot saw her blue-blooded friends on their knees, on all fours, or on their backs, giving evil men the most intimate pleasures imaginable. In addition to the rich trophy wives and daughters of the city's elite, she spotted pro-cheerleaders, many of Lynda's sexy coed friends, and the city's most beautiful news anchors.

           
Sweet Justice, Esmeralda is harvesting beautiful women like a farmer harvests wheat!
she thought.

            The Great Room held the only significant change to Jade Manor Ms Patriot could see. The wicked witch had created a new, scarier throne made of fanged demon skulls. The eyes in all the skulls still glowed red.

            Esmeralda sat upon that throne like the
Queen of the Night
she'd recently proclaimed herself. She wore her crimson and black costume. And kneeling beside her in full costume, sans mask, was Patriot Girl. To Ms Patriot's horror, her sexy protégé's face was utterly blank, like the young blonde didn't have a thought in her head.

            "What have you done to Patriot Girl, you monster?"

            "Ah, my favorite slave's sexy mentor has returned," Esmeralda purred, locking eyes with Ms Patriot. "As for Patriot Girl…" The witch stroked the sidekick's silky blonde hair. No reaction from Patriot Girl. "I completely wiped her mind of any memories of you and her former life. She is my mindless slave, absolutely obedient and eager to please." She gave Ms Patriot a soul-chilling look. "Exactly what I'm going to do to you. Tonight."

            "That won't be necessary," King Pimp said. "In fact, it would completely kill any pleasure we could have fucking her, pimping her off, making her star in porn videos. Her humiliation and defiance are part of the fun of owning a super heroine, especially Ms Patriot."

            "You may enjoy humiliating and dominating her, my friend, but I get my kicks by utterly destroying my enemies," the wicked witch said. "By the time I'm finished with her, Ms Patriot will not be capable of a single independent thought, much less be able to plot her escape. She'll be a mindless sex slave like her sexy sidekick. Patriot Girl, lick my boot."

            Esmeralda lifted her right foot off the floor. The beautiful blonde teenager didn't hesitate. She dropped to all fours and crawled sensuously to her mistress's extended leg. Holding that foot in both hands, she started licking, kissing, and nuzzling that shiny red stiletto boot. Ms Patriot watched in horror as her ward and friend rolled her tongue all around that five-inch stiletto, moaning and groaning so wantonly.

            "You'll pay dearly for that, Esmeralda," Ms Patriot croaked out through a super-tight throat. Her eyes burned as she watched her beloved Lynda servicing their enemy so well. Then she was filled with cold, knowing that if they failed, she'd be just like Patriot Girl before the sun rose in the morning. "You will get your comeuppance, this Ms Patriot vows!"

            "Comeuppance?" Esmeralda said, a mischievous look on her beautiful face. Her delicate, red-gloved hands began tracing out mystic symbols in the air, that seemed to glow for a scant second before vanishing. "Why don't you up and come for us?"

            A thick red bolt flashed from the witch's right hand and hit Ms Patriot dead in her crotch, the magic passing through her star-spangled shorts to infuse her achy pussy beneath. The most intense feelings of wonderful bliss filled the startled vigilante, and waves of pure pleasure flowed through her. Ms Patriot's back bowed, chest thrust out, and head rolled back. Every muscle in her spectacular body tensed up almost to painful levels, as her insides turned to fluttery mush. Her baby blues grew big and round as she gasped, realizing the witch's magic had pushed her over the top, and she was about to come hard.

            "Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Oh! My! Goddess! Aaaagghhhhhh!"

            Ms Patriot fell to the floor, writhing, gasping, crying out as one monster climax after another ripped through her. She couldn't hold them at bay. After a moment, she didn't want to. It was glorious. The most intense, most mind-numbing climaxes of her life.

            "Stop," King Pimp said.

            "Why should I stop?"

            "Because this is making me so damned horny I'm about to cream my shorts," he said. He looked down upon the writhing, climaxing super heroine, and then turned to look lustfully at the equally beautiful witch. "Let's take her upstairs. I want to fuck the real Jennifer Jade in her own bed. And I want to fuck you there as well. I want both the old and the new Jennifers."

            "A
ménage à trois
?" Esmeralda said, looking intrigued. "Should we bring Lynda along to make it a foursome?"

            "No, leave her down here. I think your guests would enjoy a hot sidekick gangbang," he said. "While you and I enjoy each other's body, as well as Ms Cumtastic's body. Afterwards, we'll drag her still climax-quivering body down into the Patriot Cave where you can totally fry her brain, making her a mindless sex slave like Patriot Girl."

            "My, you are a silver-tongued pimp daddy, aren't you?" Esmeralda purred. The wicked witch stood up, and Patriot Girl sat back on her legs, looking up expectantly. "My friends! It's gangbang Patriot Girl time! Have at her, and have a grand ole time gangbanging this sexy sidekick's totally banging body."

            "No. Please. Aaagggh," Ms Patriot groaned out, somehow managing to roll onto her knees. She struggled with her handcuffed wrists for a moment, and then looked at Esmeralda with big, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything…
uugggh
. Goddess! I mean, leave Patriot Girl… aagghhh! Alone. Aagggh." She couldn't believe how her body suddenly started having machine-gun orgasms. Fast, brief climaxes, and so intense. "I'll submit to you… uuugghh. Anything you… aagghh…. want if you let her go."

            Esmeralda turned the wickedest smile upon Ms Patriot, and then turned to watch her friends with Patriot Girl. The blonde sidekick was placed on her back atop a small table. Her head hung off the far side, with her pussy and ass exposed for lots of hot exploitation. Those frisky evil men had already ripped off her top and bottoms, and all she wore now were her gloves, useless power belt, and stiletto boots. The mindless sidekick watched with bated breath as a big Hispanic pusher mounted her tight pussy, and a big black pimp shoved his dick down her throat.

            "Me and King Cock here are going to go upstairs and fuck the shit out of Ms Patriot," Esmeralda said. "When I come back down, I expect to find Patriot Girl atop that table, and her body slathered in your cum. I want to see deep pools of cum between her tits, dribbling off her face, tits and belly. And then we'll all watch Ms Patriot
lick
it all off of her."

            Those terrible men cheered at that. Ms Patriot clutched at her quivering belly, as more climaxes ripped through her. She cried out, and averted her eyes when the pimp pulled out of her sidekick's mouth and came all over Lynda's tits and throat.

            "Perfect!" Esmeralda cried. "Watch this. Ms Patriot, lick that cum off her tits. Now!"

            There was magic power in her voice. Ms Patriot fought the urge to obey, but she wasn't strong enough. Gasping and grunting, she slowly crawled over to Patriot Girl. Another man had pushed into the blonde teenager's mouth, but Lynda's jostling, cum-covered tits were still easily accessible. So Ms Patriot struggled to her wobbly feet, and buried her face in Patriot Girl's tits.

            "Mmmm," Ms Patriot moaned, licking, sucking, and nuzzling those big, firm, and very cum-wet tits. Face shiny with cum, she licked those amazing tits completely clean.

            "Damn! I can't wait," King Pimp cried. He grabbed Ms Patriot and threw her over his shoulder. Then he headed for the grand stairs, and the master bedroom. "Let's get it on, Esmeralda!"

            Ms Patriot was still coming over and over as they ascended the stairs. She watched Esmeralda following them up the stairs. The witch looked so damned horny.

            King Pimp carried the super heroine straight to the master bedroom, and tossed Ms Patriot atop the king-sized bed. She writhed upon the bed, body shiny with sweat as she was consumed by one climax after another.

            "She's having entirely too much fun," Esmeralda said. She spoke a short spell, and Ms Patriot's ceaseless orgasms… ceased. The curvaceous super heroine was left breathless, gasping and trembling, baby blues rolled up in her head. The witch quickly unfastened her strapless top and pulled Patriot's skimpy bottoms down those long, long legs. "Mmm, Ms Patriot looks good enough to eat."

            Ms Patriot struggled to regain control of her faculties. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched the witch and the pimp for a moment. King Pimp started stripping, and Esmeralda removed her own skimpy costume.

            Esmeralda crawled atop the sexy super heroine, wearing nothing but boots and gloves. Straddling the vanquished vigilante's waist, the wicked witch claimed Ms Patriot's full red lips in a passionate kiss. A kiss that lingered, and sent the most wonderful ripples through Ms Patriot's overheated and oversexed body.

            "Mmm, you always kiss so well," Esmeralda purred, starting to lick Ms Patriot's face. Licking the cum off. "And you taste good, too."

            "Since stealing my body, you've become quite a whore," Ms Patriot sneered.

            Esmeralda only wagged her brows, before sucking in a rock-hard nipple. With her hands and lips, she quickly had the sexy super heroine gasping and writhing again.

            "Sweetie," Esmeralda said to King Pimp. "Look in the nightstand drawer. The bottom drawer. Get my enchanted strap-on out. I think I'm going to peg both of your asses tonight, before I strip Ms Patriot of her mind."

            The witch buried her face in Ms Patriot's boobs. The bound super heroine turned her face to watch King Pimp. He was completely naked now, his cock fully erect, but he was scowling fiercely as he obeyed the witch and retrieved her enchanted strap-on. The strap-on had a ten inch hot pink dildo that glowed with magic.

            King Pimp held it up, looked Ms Patriot in the eyes, and then gave Esmeralda a significant look. Ms Patriot gave a tiny nod. They had a plan. She hadn't figured out how she'd escape his secret plan to continue his domination and subjugation of her, but she was used to winging it. And then he set the strap-on on top of the nightstand and crawled up behind Esmeralda.