Ms Patriot: Wicked Witch Switch (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series Book 20) (6 page)

            "Lynda," she whispered covertly. "Follow my lead, and be prepared to escape."

            Lynda gave almost no indication she'd heard or understood. There was just the barest hint of a curl on one side of her mouth, and a tiny quirk in her right eyebrow. Jennifer circled the first man up onstage, the one she was expected to suck off. She struck a sexy pose in front of him, reaching out to lift up his erection.

            Bending over, she gave it a sniff.

            "Ack! Nasty!" Jennifer cried, her beautiful face screwing up in disgust. The man's big smile vanished, replaced with an ugly scowl. "Can we wash his cock first?"

            "No. Just get to it, or I'll make you lick his butt clean with your tongue," Haran said.

            "Of course I would lick it with my tongue. What else would I lick it with? Your tongue?"

            "How dare you! Slave, lick his — "

            That's all Haran had time to say. Jennifer punched her first man in his big balls. The poor fellow made the most incredible noise of pain and shock, fell to his knees, and retched.

            "Death to all men!" Jennifer cried.

            The other men lined up cried out in fear, and then they all but flew off the stage. Haran was at a table between the stage and the front door. The frightened men bolted for the door, and right over the brothel owner. Pandemonium erupted.

            "Come," Jennifer said, taking Lynda by the hand. As the poor men vanished through the open front door, Jennifer led Lynda through the door beside the stage, into the storage room. There was a locked door to the outside there, which they kicked open. As Haran bellowed in rage, they slipped out of the brothel and into the night shadows.

Chapter 7

Grimme City, Jennifer Jade's office…

            "Mmmm."
Slurp. Slurp
. "Hmmmm."

            Esmeralda stroked the soft brown hair of her secretary. Erica Sambino had once been Jennifer's and Ms Patriot's most dangerous enemy, and was now the entranced sex slave/secretary of the wicked witch. The idiot mob boss made a play to take over Jade Enterprises by kidnapping the woman who she'd erroneously thought to be Jennifer, shortly after Esmeralda herself had captured and disposed of the city's entire super heroine population. Without a single super heroine to oppose her, the mob boss of bosses had gotten a little too full of herself. Esmeralda made short work of her, and took over Erica's entire operation instead.

            Esmeralda admired the kneeling Italian-American beauty. Erica hungrily ate out her mistress, wearing only a pair of black thigh boots and a slave collar. The black leather, silver studded collar was, of course, enchanted with a spell that kept Erica slavishly devoted to her mistress, as well as super horny. At one point after she'd disposed of Ms Patriot, Esmeralda had actually had every other super heroine in Grimme City in costume, sans masks and wearing enchanted collars, serving her every want and desire. For a whole month, no less. But of course, nothing lasted forever, and she'd eventually sold them off.

            “I’m starting to tire of you, too, Erica,” Esmeralda said, though she was enjoying the former mobster’s talented tongue. “I’ve arranged for you to be sold to the same brothel in Bangkok as Silver Angel.”

            Esmeralda smiled. It made her feel all tingly inside to remember how quickly and easily she had used Ms Patriot’s body and costume to lure the other super heroines into her trap, capturing the trusting, unsuspecting beauties one and two at a time. Indeed, they'd all became her enchanted slaves within a week of her selling Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl.

            “Shall we check up on the Lost Ladies?” the witch purred, then bit her lip, the pleasure Erica was giving her being so awesome. When she opened her eyes they were glowing with hellfire. She said, “Let’s see how Silver Angel is doing.”

            The wicked witch cast a spell, and a foot-tall holographic image of Annette Moore appeared in the middle of her desk. The gorgeous, big-titted blonde was pushed up against a wall, her stiletto-heeled feet high off the floor. She was getting royally banged by a Thai man, and was gasping and crying out with intense pleasure and delight.

            “Looks like Silver Angel is enjoying her life in the whore house,” Esmeralda sneered. Then she cast another spell, and Annette vanished to be replaced by her teenage daughter, Autumn. “Ah, perky and sexy Autumn. Poor thing, she looks so pretty and so bored.”

            Autumn wasn’t bored. She was drugged out of her mind. Utterly senseless as she stood in her full Silver Girl costume, including mask. She stood in a gilded cage, with another seven super heroines that that particular Japanese billionaire had collected. In the other seven gilded cages, seven other missing super heroines – Japan’s Silver Katana, China’s Shanghai Sister, Australia’s Aussie Girl, Russia’s Cossack Girl, America’s Glory Woman and Superior Woman, and Britain’s Stargirl – all stood with the same blank look on their lovely masked faces.

            Another spell materialized Uber Woman. She was in the Amazon jungle, putting on a sex show with Purple Avenger and Electro Girl for miners. The witch then found Uber Girl tightly bound and gagged, getting spanked by a beautiful Russian woman while the super heroine’s Russian mobster owner watched.

            “Let’s see what Ms Patriot is doing right now,” Esmeralda said. “Last time I checked on her, she was getting it hard up the ass from a Somali pirate that came down just to fuck her.”

            She cast the spell, and a hologram of a naked, sweaty Jennifer... didn’t appear. Instead, she saw a proud and defiant-looking MS PATRIOT.

            “How did she get a copy of her costume?” Esmeralda said, frowning. She'd never told the white slavers about Ms Patriot's identity at all. Then she realized that Patriot Girl was beside her mentor, also in full costume. Except, neither wore a power belt. “Great Satan! They are back in Grimme City!”

            Esmeralda pushed Erica away. She had to get to Jade Manor before Ms Patriot. Their all-important power belts were on display, as battle trophies, in the former Patriot Cave.

            “How does that brainless bimbo always manage to escape?”

            “Shhhhh, Patriot Girl,” Ms Patriot said, red-gloved finger across her glossy red lips.

            The sexy crime-fighting duo paused in the secret tunnel leading into the Patriot Cave, just shy of the cave. They listened intently for any sound that someone was there. Without their power belts, they were vulnerable.

            “No one is home,” Ms Patriot said, moving stealthily forward until she could see inside the cave. “We’ll take the elevator up and look for our power belts. I’m sure that diabolical witch has them on display somewhere prominent.”

            “You mean like right there?” Patriot Girl said, pointing.

            Ms Patriot’s baby blues locked on the glass display case, with Ms Patriot’s shiny gold power belt stretch out above Patriot Girl's matching belt. Her full red lips started to curl into a smile as her baby blues narrowed. It had taken her and Patriot Girl ten days to get back to Grimme City from the middle of Africa. They'd been forced to barter their passage, on their backs and knees. The belts wouldn’t do them much good for a few more days, even if they could finally achieve sexual abstinence.

            The elevator started coming down.

            “Esmeralda is coming!” Ms Patriot cried, starting to run toward the display case. “Hurry, Patriot Girl.”

            “Right behind you, Ms Patriot!”

            As she ran, Ms Patriot realized that the witch had removed everything. All the computers and crime-fighting lab equipment were gone. On the bare tile walls were painted mystic symbols of power that burned her eyes to look upon. The super heroine could feel the power radiating from them.

            “She’s turned the Patriot Cave into a conjuring room,” Patriot Girl said.

            “We’ll change it back,” Ms Patriot said. “Hurry!”

            They reached the display case. The elevator was only halfway down. It was a one minute ride in the high-speed elevator. Ms Patriot knew they had little time, so she picked up a statuette of a grotesque creature and smashed it into the glass case. And the glass held, the statuette bouncing off.

            “It’s protected with magic,” Ms Patriot said. She glanced nervously at the elevator. They had less than fifteen seconds. So she picked up the display, ran toward one of those power radiating mystic symbols, and threw the case at the symbol. They two magicks weren’t compatible, and the case shattered. “Quick. Grab your belt and hide.”

            The shapely pair slipped into one of the cave's many shady nooks and crannies, as they fastened their power belts around their tiny waists. Both frowned. Their sexually sated bodies weren't able to manifest super powers. Yet.

            “Dammit!” Esmeralda’s rich voice cried. “They’ve already been here.”

            Ms Patriot placed a calming hand on Patriot Girl’s shoulder. The excitable teen beauty looked ready to pounce. Without super powers they were no match for Esmeralda’s magic. But, Ms Patriot had one advantage. An ace up her sleeve. She winked at Patriot Girl, with a roguish smile.

            “Be prepared,” she whispered, and her sexy protégé nodded.

            They watched the raging witch stomp around the cave, threatening to do vile and degrading things to Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl, and any who helped them. She really had quite a temper.

            Esmeralda was wearing one of Jennifer’s designer, short-skirted power suits. She looked very fashionable and powerful. Then she surprised them both, and spoke a familiar spell.

            “I am Esmeralda!”

            She was engulfed in crimson light, and her attire changed. The witch went from expensively dressed businesswoman to scantily clad witch. Her new outfit was a black gown that covered very little: low cut, slit skirt, barely hanging on with spaghetti-straps. The witch accessorized with bright red knee boots, red opera gloves, and diamond chandelier earrings. Her hair remained up in the same style Ms Patriot preferred when in her Jennifer persona. Ms Patriot thought her foe looked more like a vampire than a witch.

            “Stay behind me,” Ms Patriot whispered, and strutted out to confront the hated, curvaceous witch. “Esmeralda, I have come for you!”

            “Yeah, vengeance is ours,” Patriot Girl said.

            “What? You’re still here?” Esmeralda said, whirling on them and taking a defensive stance. She looked shocked. Then she began smiling. “Wow. You two really are the dumbest super heroines ever. Have you forgotten how my magic so thoroughly dominated you before?”

            “We’ve forgotten nothing,” Ms Patriot said, scowling as they began a slow circle of each other in the middle of the vast cave. Patriot Girl stayed close to her beloved mentor. “But I’ve had plenty of time to contemplate the best way to exact my vengeance, and finally put an end to your unholy reign of terror.”

            “How exciting. You thought about me,” Esmeralda said tauntingly.

            Despite her good cheer, the witch was wary. Ms Patriot could do the stupidest acts in the history of mankind, but she could also be crafty and cunning. She was a peerless escape artist; her presence in the cave proved that. The sexy super heroine had
something
up her sleeve. Besides, Esmeralda had no way of knowing how much strength and speed that power belt gave Ms Patriot right now, though it didn’t appear to be helping her at all. So if the power belt was neutralized, that left Ms Patriot with just one object of power – the tiara.

            Esmeralda fought the urge to laugh triumphantly. Ms Patriot was doing her best to keep their eyes locked together. For the tiara’s power to wipe minds clean to work, the witch would have to be looking at it when the heroine activated the spell. But Ms Patriot had clearly forgotten that Esmeralda knew everything about the super heroine, including the tiara.

            “Have you gained weight, witch?” Ms Patriot sneered.

            “On the contrary, I lost ten pounds from all the spectacular sex I’m having in orgies all around Grimme City,” Esmeralda sneered. “Everyone’s talking about how much
you
changed after all of your super heroine friends were rounded up and sold into white slavery. They are talking about what a raging
slut
Jennifer Jade is now.”

            “How dare you!” Ms Patriot cried, pointing a finger at the witch. Then that hand rose up beside her face, pointing at the tiara. When her finger touched it, the spell would be released. “You will pay dearly for that.”

            Esmeralda was poised and ready. Timing was everything. If she was half a heartbeat too slow, Ms Patriot would win.

            Ms Patriot smiled, seeing Esmeralda watching her hand. Looking at the shiny golden tiara. So she jabbed at the tiara, to release the mind-wiping spell. Esmeralda reacted at the same time, casting some spell of her own. There was a flash of light between them.

            “Ugh!” Ms Patriot cried, her spectacular body engulfed in intense, fiery pain. For a fraction of a second, she realized what had happened. The witch deflected the spell BACK. The sexy super heroine felt her mind super heat up, and memories flood AWAY. “Aaagghh.”

            It lasted only seconds. Patriot Girl had never seen the tiara’s spell work like that. Probably how it reacted to a witch or something. But then Esmeralda began cackling with laughter as Ms Patriot stiffened, and then dropped hard to her knees with a dazed look on her masked face.

            “Ms Patriot? Are you alright?” Patriot Girl said.

            “You fools can’t defeat me with magic,” Esmeralda said, her eyes glowing bright red. “I am invincible!” She stepped up to the kneeling super heroine and cupped her chin, forcing her foe to look up. Ms Patriot was still dazed, her mind virtually blank after the spell had backfired. Esmeralda smiled, and started drawing mystic symbols on her captive's forehead. "You are mine, Ms Patriot. You will be my slave for all time."