Ms Patriot- Queen of Hearts

by Don Ship

  "Take the other two boys and leave," she commanded. "Don't forget Autumn."

  "But…"

  "Out."

  Ms Patriot sneered at Wessel as he did the sorceress's bidding. Love of the Queen did not make her like that vile man. Then when the men were gone, with Autumn, she turned back to her beloved mistress.

  The Queen of Hearts stood before her, hands on well rounded hips and feet spread. She was giving the former Champion of Justice a come hither look. Ms Patriot dropped to all fours and crawled over as sexily as she could muster, then lowered her lips to her mistress's pink pumps.

  She spend the better part of half an hour kissing and licking both shoes, then she caressed and kissed her way up shapely legs in lacy pink stockings. Soon, Ms Patriot was kneeling before her mistress, face in her perfumed crotch. The hot pink teddy had a Velcro nether closure, that the sexy sex slave easily pulled open. She pressed her nose deep into the Queen's pubic mound and breathed in her sexual scent.

  "Eat me," the Queen of Hearts commanded.

  Ms Patriot kissed her nether lips long and hard, passionately. She found them hot and wet with arousal. She smiled, knowing her beloved was excited by her. While her hands caressed the shapely sorceress's warm, soft hiney, Ms Patriot's strong tongue penetrated those nether lips and slipped into her fragrant slit.

  "Mmmmm," Ms Patriot said.

  "Oooooo," the Queen of Hearts said. "Very good, my pet."

  The Queen jumped when she licked her clit. Very sensitive. Ms Patriot smiled, knowing she would please her beloved very well, and very fast. She sucked in that clit, hard, and began flicking it with the tip of her tongue. The Queen gasped, tensed up and sank her delicate hands into Ms Patriot's soft hair. It took only a few minutes from there to bring the sexy sorceress to a screaming climax.

  "Wow, you have talent, my pet," the Queen of Hearts purred.

  "Yes, my love," Ms Patriot said all breathy, standing up.

  She was slightly taller than the sorceress. She licked her full red lips and kissed her mistress. They enjoyed a long and passionate lipstick kiss. During that time Ms Patriot pulled the sorceresses teddy down around her waist and began to fondle her boobs.

  They made love for hours, all night long. It was the happiest Ms Patriot had ever been. But all good things come to an end.

  "Kneel, my pretty," the sorceress said.

  Ms Patriot knelt in the middle of her mistress's bed. They were both naked, their skin shiny with the sweat of hours of sex and debauchery. The vanquished super heroine wore nothing but her celebrated mask.

  "It's time," the Queen of Hearts said, looking eager. "Who is hiding behind that mask. Everyone wants to know."

  "I am – "

  "Don't tell me," she said, pressing a finger across the super heroine's lips. "Let me discover your secret identity the traditional way."

  The beautiful blonde sorceress kissed her, and then slowly forced one finger under the edge of Ms Patriot's mask. The raven-haired beauty gasped, panting furiously. Even ensorcelled she found the act of being unmasked frightening. It was every super heroine's ultimate fear.

  "Please," Ms Patriot whispered, body trembling, eyes burning. "I-I'm scared."

  "Shhh, my pet," the Queen said. "You belong to me. I own you. I will know the name of the woman behind the mask."

  Ms Patriot's blood ran cold as the sorceress pulled on her mask. The double-sided tape held, pulling her skin out. But there was limit, and she felt her face pulling free of it. Once started, the tape released her skin quickly. The Queen of Hearts pulled off Ms Patriot's mask.

  "Jennifer Jade! The goodie-two-shoe billionaire!" her mistress cried. "That means I'm a billionaire now."

  "Yes, what's mine is yours," Ms Patriot whispered. "It's all yours."

  Once the Queen was through with her, Ms Patriot was given to her bouncers. By the time they were finished with her, the brothel opened for another day of business. Ms Patriot was put on a stage and forced to perform live sex acts all day. Between shows she gave herself to johns in the main salon, for fifty dollars a pop. A bargain everyone agreed.

  The Queen of Hearts summoned Chief Wessel the next evening. He arrived and watched her performing, both on and off stage, for two hours. He wanted to hire her for sex, but the Queen forbad it. He wasn't happy, but Ms Patriot was quite pleased.

  Better the Queen's busiest hooker than Wessel's lover, much less sex slave.

  Around ten that night Ms Patriot was summoned to the top floor. Wessel was with the Queen when she arrived. Cameras were set up to video record something. Ms Patriot felt her guts clench. It could only mean one thing.

  The official unmasking of Ms Patriot.

  Ms Patriot knew it was coming. It was inevitable with capture. She was surprised it took this long. The cameras would ensure everyone knew, and there would be no hiding the fact later.

  Ms Patriot knew the fate of captured super heroines. First the bad guys fucked you stupid, then they unmasked you. Then it was either execution or white slavery. For sexy super heroines it was sexual servitude ninety-nine percent of the time. That was just fine with her, for she loved pleasing her beloved any way she could. And sex was great for women descended of the legendary Valkyrie.

  Ms Patriot was in full costume. Had been all day. The johns really loved to watch sexy hookers strip and fuck her, with fingers, tongues, lips, and strap-on dildos. It was a big draw, bringing in five times as many customers as usual. Or so she was told by one of the hookers.

  "My Queen, I live to please you," Ms Patriot said, dropping to her knees and bowing her head until it was pressed into the floor, arms extended.

  "Nice transformation," Chief Wessel said, just a little bitter. "I like her better naked, though."

  "I bet you do," the Queen said. She smiled sweetly at him. "Are we ready to unmask her?"

  "Yes, my Queen," Chief Wessel said, standing up and walking over to the cameras. "We'll have a live feed in a few minutes. Whenever you give the word, of course."

  "How many porn sites signed on?"

  "Thirty-six hundred," he said. "We have a paying audience of about twenty-seven million, give or take a million."

  Now Ms Patriot understood the delay. Despite gaining her entire multi-billion dollar empire, her mistress still wanted a big payday from unmasking her live on the internet. Greed was never really ever satisfied.

  "Excellent," the sorceress said. She looked at Ms Patriot. "My pet, the men and women watching your unmasking are paying one hundred dollars each. That's two hundred and seventy million dollars in revenue. That's ten times more than the unmasking of Berlin's Uber Frau six months ago."

  "Oh. Interesting," Ms Patriot said, unsure if that was necessarily good for her. But it was good for her mistress, so that was enough for her. "I'm glad you will make so much, mistress."

  "Go stand on the X taped on the floor, my pet."

  Ms Patriot obeyed, facing the cameras without being told. Hair and makeup people rushed up to prepare her. Then Chief Wessel handcuffed her wrists behind her back and she knelt on the X.

  "Let's make this as real as possible," the Queen said, and spoke a short spell.

  Cold, then heat infused the sexy super heroine a long moment. It slowly bled away, leaving her spent and panting. And void of love.

  "Sweet Justice! You took away the love spell," she said.

  "Action," the Queen of Hearts said. She stepped before Ms Patriot, facing the cameras. "Hello, my wicked friends. Happy Valentine's Day. We have an incredibly delicious belated Valentine's present for you. Ms Patriot, in all her pride and glory!"

  The cameras turned off the Queen and zoomed in on the startled face of the Champion of Justice. Then it zoomed in on her cavernous cleavage. And finally pulled back to get her entire kneeling body in the picture.

  "As you can see, the delectable Champion of Justice has been my overnight guest," the Queen purred. "Believe me, she is one raging harlot! She made me cum a hundred times. Then she eagerly serviced one and all
of my male staff, and all the female staff members that wanted her. After that, she spent the day and evening joyfully putting on live lesbian sex shows, and turning tricks between shows."

  Ms Patriot felt her face burning. Everything she said was true. She just failed to include the part about her being enchanted and forced to do everything. But she doubted the men and women watching would care.

  The sorceress spoke a quiet spell, and Ms Patriot's knees began to spread apart. They spread extremely wide, and Ms Patriot couldn't stop them. And she couldn't move them afterwards.

  "Ooo, is that an offer of sex?" the Queen purred. "Such a naughty, naughty heroine."

  "You won't get away with this, sorceress," Ms Patriot cried. "I'll have my vengeance, this I swear."

  "See what a passionate little vixen she is?"

  "Ooooh, you!" she cried, struggling in vain with the cuffs. She might be wearing her real power belt, but she was sexually sated beyond any hope of any benefit from it. "My sister heroines will take you down, if not me."

  "They can try, if they want to end up like you, in sexual servitude," the sorceress crowed. Then she looked into the cameras with a truly wicked look. "Let's take a peek under the mask. Shall we?"

  Ms Patriot struggled with all her might, but she could not move her legs at all, or even thrust herself to the side. She was stuck to the floor. Like magical glue. The cuffs were not about to break, either. She was caught and secure.

  The Queen of Hearts, in all her sexed up glory, stepped up next to the Champion of Justice and grabbed the hair at the back of her head. She held Ms Patriot's head immobile with super human strength. Then she leaned over and planted a passionate, wet kiss on Ms Patriot's full red lips.

  "Mmmmm," they both groaned.

  The Queen groped Ms Patriot a moment, smirked at the camera, and then she reached up and took hold of the edge of the world famous, blue mask. Ms Patriot gasped in horror, baby blues wide, and froze.

  "Ms Patriot is…," she slowly pealed off the mask, then tossed it aside with a flourish. "Wow! She is Jennifer Jade, one of America's richest, most beloved philanthropists, all round goodie-two-shoe, and obnoxious snob."

  "I've been unmasked!" Ms Patriot cried. "Sweet Justice, I am ruined!"

  "Now, how much fun was that? We knocked out two very annoying birds with one stone," the Queen of Hearts said. "I like it."

  Then a long line of men and women proceeded to strip, molest, and generally fuck the vanquished vigilante stupid. Before the live feed was cut two hours later, they had her begging for it, panting and pathetic.

  Beyond utter humiliation.

  "Well, boys and girls, wasn’t that fun?" the Queen of Hearts purred, collapsing on the red leather couch.

  Ms Patriot lay on the floor, atop the X, panting, drenched in sweat and cum.

  "Fun for everyone but me," Wessel said, sounding supremely displeased. "Why wasn't I allowed to fuck her on camera?"

  "Because I have a special Valentine's Day present for you, my loyal minion," the Queen of Hearts said, sapphire eyes bright and mischievous.

  "Oh?"

  "Ms Patriot."

  Ms Patriot and Chief Wessel both gawked at her, for very different reasons.

  "NO!" Ms Patriot cried.

  "Yes!"

  "Now, you take your prize away, Chief, and come back tomorrow," the Queen said, smiling smugly at the horrified heroine. "We'll discuss how we'll divide up the Jade fortune then."

  A bevy of hookers descended on the oversexed super heroine. Then quickly cleaned her up, and got her back into her costume, mask included. The handcuffs, of course, were left on her wrists. Everyone agreed she looked best with "bracelets."

  "Ms Patriot," the Queen of Hearts said, gaining her undivided attention. "Or do you prefer Jennifer? No matter. As long as you are with me or Chief Wessel, my magic will protect you from your enemies. If you should escape him….well, only God knows what your enemies would do to you."

  A lot of fates far worse than spreading her legs for Wessel's pleasure flashed before her mind's eye. It could be much worse, indeed.

  "Come, Jennifer, let's go home," Wessel said, taking her by her upper arm. "Home, as in Jade Manor. Home to OUR master bedroom."

  "Sweet Justice, not in my own bed," she cried. "Have you no sense of decency?"

  "None, babe," he said, swatting her shapely hiney. "Now, get your sweet round ass moving, babe."

  "Jennifer Jade's personal limo is waiting downstairs," the Queen of Hearts said. She smiled at Ms Patriot when her head whipped around in shock. "I'm good, my pet. Besides, I thought the soon to be retired Vice Chief should enjoy a little SUPER vice in the back of YOUR limo."

  "My Queen, you are the greatest," Chief Wessel said. "You have my loyalty forever."

  "I know. Enjoy, my loyal minion," she said. "And enjoy the Happiest Valentine's Day ever."

  THE END

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  About the Author:

  Don has been hooked on sexy super heroines since the day he watched the Wonder Woman TV series. It was a simple step from there into super heroines in peril stories. Now he writes his own characters, and is having the time of his life doing so.

 

 

 
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