Ms Patriot- Queen of Hearts

by Don Ship

  MS PATRIOT: QUEEN OF HEARTS

  (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)

  By

  Don Ship

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  Copyright 2015 by Don Ship

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  Ms Patriot: Queen of Hearts

  (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)

  The Queen of Hearts smiled seductively at the bank guard. The old man’s eyes all but bugged out at the sight of her spectacular, scantily clad body. Her smile turned into something a bit more knowing.

  “Are you a super heroine or something?” he asked, awestruck.

  The golden-maned Queen of Hearts stood before him in a tight hot pink, lacy teddy that displayed her boobs spectacularly, and was laced up the front to display a lot of soft, satiny flesh. Red garters dropped front and back from the teddy to lacy pink stockings, which ended in hot pink stiletto pumps. Her red and pink "Heart" G-string barely covered her nether regions, while a lacy pink choker decorated with a red heart encircled her neck. Pink opera gloves, with silver bangles jingling on both wrists, covered her slender arms. She was tall for a woman, especially wearing sky high stilettos.

  “Yes, or something,” she said so sweetly his heart melted. She drew an intricate rune in the air, which glowed brightly. Then she muttered an arcane phrase, and the glowing rune shot straight into his heaving chest. “I love you. Do you love me?”

  “Yes, I love you with all my heart and soul,” the elderly bank guard said feverishly. His eyes and face were consumed with love and desire as he fell to his knees before her. “I’ll do anything for you, my love.”

  “Good, help me rob this bank to prove your love,” she said, slanting a smug look over her bare shoulders at her henchmen. “These are your new friends.”

  The Queen of Hearts was a rare breed indeed. A full sorceress. Her greatest power was the ability to bewitch emotionally. To make her prey fall deeply, madly and hopelessly in love with her. Her victims were powerless to do anything other than her wish, in a desperate and futile belief that by obeying her whims and commands they will win her love and devotion in return.

  “Everyone!” he cried, turning around and pulling his pistol. He fired one round into the ceiling, getting everyone’s undivided attention. “Hands up. This is a bank robbery!”

  “Thank you, my love,” the Queen of Hearts purred with pleasure as she stepped past him. She quickly cast another spell, that caused a dozen runes to glow in the air before her, then she spoke the trigger phrase, and they all streaked into the chests of the assembled men. Suddenly, all of the men in the bank were her devoted love slaves, eager to please in any way she desired. “All my loves, please help my associates fill our bags with all the money you can find. Including any money you have upon your persons.”

  With the bank president, managers, and a couple patrons working enthusiastically, the Queen of Hearts’ men quickly filled their bags with all of the bank's paper money. They didn’t want any coins. Too heavy to carry for the value. Paper money was more valuable and much lighter.

  “Hold it! Don’t anyone move,” a harsh male voice commanded from the door.

  The Queen of Hearts slanted an amused look over her shoulder at the pair of cops. Two men. One was older, a sergeant, while the other wide-eyed cop appeared to be a rookie learning the ropes.

  “How sweet, more pretty men to help little ole me,” she purred prettily. Before the cops knew what was happening, she cast her spell on them. Seconds later they were threatening the female tellers to find even more money and other valuables.

  Ten minutes after entering the small branch office of Grimme City’s largest banking chain, the Queen of Hearts followed her henchmen out the front door. Her newly enchanted, devoted love slaves gawked at her in confusion and distress.

  “Fear not, my loves,” she said with a smug smile. “We will be together soon. But right now, I need you to stay here and give the police that arrive conflicting information about the robbery. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes!” they cried.

  “Good boys,” she said, turned and walked out of their lives forever.

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  Ms Patriot crinkled her nose. The "witnesses" were clearly bewitched. She was torn on whether they are guilty of bank robbery or pathetic victims. Men, after all, were so easy bewitched by a beautiful woman. The problem was whether this Queen of Hearts used real magic, or was so stunningly beautiful and alluring that the men lost their minds and did her evil bidding.

  "Clearly magic, Commissioner," Chief McCoy said, walking up to Commission Jorden and Ms Patriot. "Forensics has found magical residue on all the men. A dastardly enchantment was used to compel them to rob the bank."

  "But none of the women were bespelled, were they, Chief McCoy?" Ms Patriot said.

  "Uh, no, Ms Patriot. They weren't," he said, frowning. "I wonder why?"

  "Yes, odd," Ms Patriot said, having her suspicions. "I suspect it is that men are more susceptible to such enchantments. While men might have strong bodies, women have honed our minds. That would make us less susceptible to magical manipulation."

  "Uh-huh," Commission Jorden said, giving her that 'yeah, right' look again. The commissioner and police chief were always standing up for male power. She believed them to be typical, misguided misogynists. They would never accept the natural superiority of women, despite everything she and other super heroines did on an almost daily basis. "I'll take that under advisement. But we have a real tough one here, either way. This woman who calls herself the Queen of Hearts has robbed seven banks in as many days. She's obviously a sorceress of considerable power."

  "With a weakness," Ms Patriot said, grinning. Everyone had a weakness, an Achilles Heel. She believed she knew the Queen of Hearts' Achilles Heel. "Fear not, Commissioner Jorden, Chief McCoy, I am on the job now. I'll bring this so called 'Queen of Hearts' in tomorrow. The Queen of Hearts is no match for the Champion of Justice!"

  Ms Patriot spent the rest of the day, and well into the night analyzing the Queen of Hearts' crimes. There had to be a common thread. Something about the banks that made her chose a particular one. It was obvious she'd driven past much wealthier banks to rob certain ones. She didn't see it until she marked each robbed bank on a large map of Grimme City.

  "A heart!" she cried with delight. The Queen of Hearts as drawing a large heart on the map of Grimme City, in effect. Just connect the dots. Then using that strategy, she discovered which bank would be hit next. "I got you. You are not my equal, in any way."

  The next day the Champion of Justice was up bright and early. She cleared her civilian alter ego's, Jennifer Jade, busy schedule, feigning illness. Then she put on her legendary costume. First, s
he pulled on her red stiletto thighboots, zipping them up. Then she pulled her blue star-spangled short-shorts up her mile long legs. She tugged on the skimpy shorts until nice and snug, then she wrapped the red and white striped, strapless bustier around her upper body, and struggled to stuff her infamous boobs inside. It was quite a job, but she had them inside and plumped up nicely. After tying on her blue choker, she put on her blue mask and golden power belt, enjoying the feel of super strength and endurance suddenly surging through her statuesque body. There was a pronounced sexual, erotic taint to it, for the belt fed on her pent up sexual frustrations, making her ten times stronger than a mere man.

  Finally, she crowned herself with the golden tiara – truly the Champion of Justice now.

  After admiring herself in a full-length mirror, her full red lips spread into a victorious smile and she picked up her red opera gloves. She pulled the gloves on as she headed for the car, already going over her comments to the press after capturing the elusive Queen of Hearts. Well, elusive to men, anyway.

  "It's not easy being a heroine, but someone's got to do it," she said, grinning.

  When her surveillance and traffic computers all gave her a green light, Ms Patriot clicked a button on the dash. The secret garage's door was activated, and would open when she approached. She fired up her patriotically themed sports car, and hit the gas. She raced through the long slowly curving tunnel and then shot out of the hidden access and onto the street, racing for Grimme City.

  Ms Patriot was setup and waiting before the bank opened for the day. Unfortunately, the Queen of Hearts wasn't consistent with the times she robbed banks. That was annoying, but the sexy super heroine was patient.

  It was just after one that afternoon when a hot pink, full-sized van pulled up in front of the bank. There were heart-shaped windows cut into the sides, near the back. Ms Patriot frowned, thinking it looked so retro-70s. She wondered if the interior was all stereo, shag carpet, and a bed, wired for sound and sex.

  Men in baby blue suits and black masks piled out of the van. Then a gorgeous blonde in pink lingerie and heels slinked out, looked around, and led the way inside.

  "Once again, I am right," Ms Patriot said, smiling with satisfaction.

  Inside, and unseen by Ms Patriot, the Queen of Hearts entered the bank. Everyone stopped and gawked at the beautiful blonde and she walked to the center of the lobby and struck a seductive pose. She pouted, her pretty hot pink lips pursed. Then she winked and smiled brightly. Drawing a magic rune in the air before her face, she started kissing at each and every man in the bank. Each instantly fell madly, helplessly, slavishly in love with her.

  "Hello, my pretties," she purred sexily. She could feel the sexual tension in the room, like a tightly wound up rubber band. The enchanted men were aching to speak with her, to touch her, to make love to her. They wanted her more than life itself. Those feelings would last about three days, then fade, but they would probably never fully recover from their magically created love of her. She almost felt sorry for their wives and lovers. "I have a little problem. This bank as gobs of money, and little ole me wants it. Will you be sweet little dolls and collect it for me?"

  "YES!" they cried in unison.

  The enchanted men didn't hesitate. From the branch manager to the eighty year old retiree, they rushed to find and collect all of the money for their beloved. The women, on the other hand, were horrified and disgusted. They glowered at her, but said nothing since her henchmen all carried pistols. After the money was collected from the bank, she had the men empty their pockets and then take the money and jewelry from the women.

  "Good job, boys," the Queen of Hearts cooed, clapping her hands in delight. The men groaned with desire and need. She loved taunting them with her beauty. Somehow, acting like a giggling, little girl sexy bimbo always made them weak. "Now, do me a big favor and…"

  "Halt!" Ms Patriot cried. Her voice was deep and commanding, causing the Queen's men to hesitate with wide eyes.

  Even the Queen of Hearts hesitated and slanted a calculating look at Ms Patriot.

  Ooo, such power in that voice, she thought. I like.

  Then she turned to face the legendary Champion of Justice for the first time. Ms Patriot stared coolly at her, looking strong and confident. The Queen of Hearts felt a little tingle of excitement. It was so rare anyone challenged her.

  "Pretty. Are those tits real?"

  For the first time in her life, the Queen of Hearts felt a touch of jealousy and body envy. What a set of tits! And the rest of Ms Patriot's body was spectacular, too. She was so tall and voluptuous, so painfully gorgeous it was even obvious from behind her mask.

  "We meet at last, O Great Champion of Justice," the Queen of Hearts said.

  "One meeting too many," Ms Patriot said.

  "I agree," the sexy villainess said, smiling alluringly. "Looks like we are going to fight."

  "Fight? More like me taking you down," Ms Patriot said, grinning triumphantly.

  Ms Patriot had full confidence she could handle the Queen of Hearts. That evil femme fatale was ultra feminine and girlie. That woman did not engage in any martial combat. She was a lover, not a fighter, therefore no threat. The Queen of Hearts' male minions, though, would likely have to be beaten into submission. And that would be her pleasure.

  "Well, one of us will be going down," the Queen of Hearts said, smiling wantonly. "Have you ever given head before? How about deep throat?"

  The Champion of Justice felt her face heat up and her heart rate ramp up. How dare that pathetic little twit insult her like that, and in public! She didn't care how girlie the Queen of Hearts was, she intended to get at least one good gut punch into that shameless hussy.

  "I'm a superior woman, Queen of Sluts," Ms Patriot said, pleased that for once she could disrespect and besmirch a criminal's name. Turnabout felt good.

  "Ouchie! She hurt my little feelings," the Queen of Hearts cried, her sweet voice pulling even at Ms Patriot's heart. But the effect on the surrounding men was profound. They glared darkest hate at Ms Patriot, crouched low and growled. "Would someone who really, really loves me, teach that vile woman a hard lesson in respect?"

  "YES!" the men cried. "I WILL!"

  With wild animal cries the male bank staff and patrons attacked Ms Patriot. She fought desperately, trying not to hurt the innocent victims of the Queen of Hearts' insidious magic. Soon, though, Ms Patriot found herself backed into a corner.

  "Toodles!" the Queen of Hearts said, heading for the entrance. Her masked henchmen grinned at Ms Patriot as they carried bags of stolen loot. Ms Patriot screamed in rage and frustration as her enemy paused at the door. "My beloved lovers, do me a big favor. Drag that stuck up, haughty bitch down to the floor, and teach her an erotic lesson in love and obedience. Gang bang her. I want you to fuck her stupid. For me. Please."

  With that, the Queen of Hearts left, her sweet intoxicating laughter drifting away.

  "Sweet Justice, men!" Ms Patriot cried. "Can't you see you've been entranced? She doesn't love you. She just robbed you."

  "Don't you dare speak ill of my beloved!" the branch manager declared, dark eyes blazing.

  The voluptuous vigilante froze, shocked by the man's fervor. How powerful were the sorceress's powers? She had a dozen men arrayed against her, all hapless victims of the Queen of Hearts. If she just plowed through them many would be hurt, even seriously injured. The press would have a field day with that. They didn't mind their super heroines beating criminals bloody, but had fits if a single hair of an innocent bystander was touched.

  Ms Patriot's hesitation proved pivotal. The men lunged at her, and she didn't react quickly enough. One hand seized her top between her tits, and ripped it off her body. Tits flopping and bouncing, she fought furiously to keep the men at bay. Then one she doubled up with a fist to the gut, dropped to his knees at her feet. To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her leg.

  "Sweet Justice, man, let go!" she cried, looking down. When she looked up agai
n a wave of humanity rushed into her. "Nooooooo!"

  Hands were grabbing her everywhere – face, hair, tits, arms, and legs. One hand half pulled off her mask, so she slapped both hands to her face and held the mask on for dear life. Then they started beating on her, their hard fists pounding every inch of her luscious body. Her power belt gave her some protection, in that it hyper-enhanced her healing abilities. But the beating was taking its toll.

  "Leave me alone!" she cried at the bottom of the pile of irate men.

  Using her super-powered legs and one arm, the Champion of Justice started lashing out, beating the men off her. But then the security guard snapped a pair of cuffs on her left wrist, and the men bulled her arm up behind her back.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Submit!"

  "Yield!"

  "Give it up, bitch."

  Then, the branch manager said, "Wait! Let's be nice. Give her a chance to show her good will."

  "Yes. I agree," Ms Patriot said, desperate for a reprieve. She mentally sighed in relief. Maybe the Queen of Hearts' spell was wearing off. Though they didn't all let go of her, she felt hands being removed and a letting up on the other grips. Ms Patriot began to relax, too. "Let's all be reasonable here."

  "Yes," the bank manager said, grinning wickedly. "Now."

  Before she knew it, Ms Patriot felt the hand protecting her masked face pulled away. That arm was twisted and shoved up behind her back so fast she didn't have time to recover from her shock to fight them.

  Click!

  "Nooooooooooo! Sweet Justice, what have you done?" she cried, struggling to escape the steel handcuffs binding her delicate wrists. "You can't handcuff me. This is unlawful restraint. Release me this instant."