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

by Don Ship

  "Oh, but your hot, sassy face and body get us all hot and bothered, Ms Patriot," King Pimp said, starting to leer. Like most men, he had difficulty keeping his eyes off her tits. She just glowered at him, belly rumbling and anger rising. "Not amused, heh? I guess I wouldn't be amused either, if I was the laughingstock of the city."

  Ms Patriot felt her face burning. This was a whole new kind of humiliation that Esmeralda had caused her by publicly sleeping with so many unsavory men and women, and then letting everyone know just what her fate had been — sexual slavery. Abject whore and obedient fuck toy. Self-righteous scorn rained down upon her from so many of the people she had fought so hard and long to defend. No one liked a loser, a has-been heroine.

  She felt her shoulders sagging as the pimp took a step closer. The other men hung back. She watched them warily, and watched King Pimp with a little fear. The huge pimp looked confident, if not triumphant. That fact worried her. What was he up to?

  "I don't want to fight you, Ms Patriot," he said. He tossed his club away. "See?"

  "What do you want?"

  "I want to offer you a job," he said.

  The super heroine sucked in a breath. Heart hammering. Belly rumbling. She understood exactly what kind of job he was offering. The only question was, did he want her walking the street, or working inside one of his brothels? Most likely, King Pimp wanted her to join the "team" of captured super heroines on the 6th floor of The Palace, known as Super Heroine Hell.

  "I'd rather die."

  "I'll feed you," he said with a silky smooth voice.

  Ms Patriot clutched her belly, eyes closing. Her hunger intensified with that promise of food. She struggled to maintain her self-control, her willpower. It was always so humiliating when she had to ask for free food, though the men who gave it to her had never looked upon her with any kind of contempt or scorn. But she felt it profoundly anyway.

  "I am better than that," she said, voice barely a whisper. She started to tremble. "I am a superior woman, and I must respect myself as much as I respect womanhood in general."

  "Anything you want. Steak, medium rare. That's how you like it, right? Thick and juicy, with potatoes, beans, rice, whatever sides you want," he said, slowly moving closer and closer. "I'll give you whatever you want to eat, right away, before you have to sell your body to a single soul. And then it'll be three square meals a day, every day. All the food you need to maintain that exquisite body."

  She glowered at him. Apparently, he'd mistakenly thought she was in a much more dire circumstance than she truly was.

  "You are sadly mistaken, pimp," she sneered. "I still have supporters, and they are more than willing to provide me with the necessities of life, with the caveat that I continue to fight crime."

  "Aw, how sad. Ms Patriot, the Champion of Justice, reduced to taking charity," King Pimp said. He stood a few feet before her now, and looked her straight in the eyes. It was a vicious look, fierce and demanding. Her baby blues widened a bit. "I can help you in another way."

  "Oh?"

  "I have access to Esmeralda," he said. Her heart began to pound. "I can get you inside your former home, and help you defeat her."

  His words sent the most wonderful ripples through her spectacular body. It wasn't a sexual kind of wonderful, but feelings of vengeance and justice. The joy of making everything right again. The thrill of taking her rightful place in society once again.

  "I'm listening," she said, but watching him warily. It could just be a ploy to get her to drop her guard.

  "Esmeralda made me her partner," he said. "Really, she forced me to be her junior partner. I work for her. You know me, and know how that pisses me off. So helping you defeat her is in my best interest."

  "I'll agree to that, for now," Ms Patriot said. "What is your plan?"

  "It's easy. Perfect, really," he said, and wagged his brows. "You submit to me, and I'll tell the world that I captured you. Then once that is established, and we show the world that the mighty Ms Patriot has been properly tamed, I'll present you to Esmeralda. Her guard will be down, and we will then take her down. Together. And then we go our separate ways."

  Ms Patriot's head was spinning. His casual words were not so innocent-sounding to her ears. Submit to him? Show the world that she was tamed? To her mind, that could mean only one thing.

  "I'll have to be your whore?" she said.

  "Of course, but you'll be the best whore there is. You will be my top girl, best seller, most popular girl," he said. "You like being the best, right?"

  Her mind was filled with all of the times he'd captured her, of how he'd forced her to sell her body for him. Her body tingled with all the memories of those countless men she'd fucked, filing in one by one to use and enjoy her body.

  "Are you mad? I can't do that," she cried, baby blues flashing. Fists on hips, arms akimbo, she leaned forward and glared at the notorious pimp. "I am a symbol of truth, justice, and feminine virtue."

  "Not anymore, Ms Patriot," he said. "People know the truth about you, and all women with the Valkyrie gene. All super heroines are horny little puppies, with super-powered sex drives that frustrate them so much that they put on skimpy costumes and go out into the night to fight crime. Esmeralda, with my reluctant help, has captured all of the city's heroines and very publicly humiliated each and every one of them with sex shows that showed just how ravenously they all hungered for sexual use and abuse. How much they all loved being fucked stupid. And she showed the world that you were just as helplessly horny."

  The sexy super heroine felt her face burning with shame. Oh, she would never forget all of the ways Esmeralda had humiliated her on camera. Most of the time she'd been entranced, but not every time. She was used and abused, and forced to like it, too. It had all been done to prove to the good citizens of Grimme City that super heroines in general, and Ms Patriot in particular, were just cock-hungry whores at heart.

  He leaned in close, hot breath tickling her ear. "I'll help you take down Esmeralda. With my help, you will know vengeance."

  Thoughts of revenge filled her mind. Oh, to see Esmeralda dragged away in handcuffs. To know that that wickedest of witches would spend the rest of her life with a binding spell on her so she couldn't use her magic, and then languish in a tiny cell for the rest of her life, made the shapely vigilante tingle.

  "You'd do that?" she said, hope coming alive. Golden ripples flowed through her, energized the sexy super heroine. She stood tall, looking up into his face to gauge if she could trust him. "But… you're in league with her. How can I trust you?"

  He cupped her chin, admiring her face for a long moment. "I am her partner, but I told you that she forced me into that partnership. She is the senior partner, and you know I don't like taking orders."

  "I understand that, but your vague plan worries me," she said. "And, worse, I'd still have to whore myself for you?"

  "Of course. I'm a pimp," he said, grinning. "It's what I do. That's how I get my rocks off, forcing hot babes like you to fuck for money. I can't help myself." When her eyes narrowed and she pulled back, King Pimp got a crafty look. "And that's exactly what Esmeralda and the rest of the world will expect of me. Anything less, and everyone will be suspicious of what is really going on. So you'll have to play the part of the defeated and subjugated super heroine. But just for a short time. You know Esmeralda won't wait long before demanding I bring you to her. And that is when we pounce!"

  Ms Patriot closed her eyes and tried to rein in her raging emotions. She tried to remind herself that she would have to whore herself off, like some pathetic girl with no self-esteem. But she'd be able to destroy Esmeralda in return.

  "H-How long?"

  "How long what?" he said.

  She looked up into his fierce eyes, licked her full red lips. "How long would I have to be a hooker?"

  King Pimp was instantly pressed up against her side, one hand stroking her long, silky hair, and the other rubbing her belly. He nuzzled her ear, and all of that physical stimulat
ion rattled her mind, left the Champion of Justice panting and starting to sweat. Left her feeling profoundly weak and vulnerable, and so damned sexy.

  "Not long, baby. I'll be good to you," he said, and kissed her ear. That left her all fluttery hot inside. His fingers brushed the bottom of her tits, and he copped a brief feel of her butt with his other hand. "Word will travel fast that I have captured and tamed you, and that you are working in The Palace. Esmeralda will want to see you right away once she hears of your fate."

  "I don't know. You don't realize what sex does to me," she whispered.

  "But I do. And I love it," he said into her ear, his hot breath tickling her.

  King Pimp gently, slowly pulled her arms back. He crossed her wrists as Ms Patriot's heart raced out of control, chest so tight that the heroine could barely breathe.

  "I don't know…" she said, breathless and wild-eyed.

  Click.

  Ms Patriot froze when he snapped the handcuffs on her. It didn't matter what she wanted anymore. He'd captured her. She was helpless. King Pimp's prisoner.

  "Don't worry, baby," he said.

  "When a pimp handcuffs me and tells me not to worry, that is when I worry the most."

  He chuckled. "Yeah. You should, what with that amazing face and body. You were born to fuck, girl. You are a natural born whore, and you know it. All Valkyrie women are oversexed."

  "It's our most hated curse," she said. "Our greatest weakness."

  "Don't worry, Ms Patriot," King Pimp said, and unzipped her strapless top. Pulling it away, he watched with awestruck eyes as her boobs were freed and jostled before him. "You've whored before. You are spectacularly skilled at it, in fact. Each time I've had the luck to whore you off, you earned more money a day than any other girl. Ever."

  Ms Patriot's mind was reeling. She remembered every time she'd whored herself, both for King Pimp and for other pimps who'd captured or bought her from white slavers. Her personality didn't allow her to do anything but her very best, even when selling her body to sleazy whore-mongering men. She obsessively, compulsively had to do her very best, and be the very best at what she did. Ms Patriot needed to prove herself the best at everything she did, and to make sure that everyone knew she was the best.

  It was her second most hated curse.

  "Promise me that you won't even try to keep me as your sex slave once Esmeralda is destroyed," Ms Patriot said.

  "You can trust me," he said, pulling her head back by her hair.

  "That's not a promise," she said, breathless as she watched him leaning down to kiss her. She panted through slightly parted, glossy red lips. Her body filled with fluttery heat, so intense that it numbed her mind. His other hand fondled her big boobs as their lips met, and his full lips glided sensuously over hers. She squirmed and moaned, mind filled with all those times that he'd fucked her so damn well. How he could so easily dominate her, make her want to do such wicked things to and with him. When he finally released her lips to bury his face in her titanic tits, she looked to the heavens. "Oh Goddess, what have I done?"

  One of his men pulled her bottoms down to her ankles, and she dutifully stepped out of them. Then the huge pimp pushed the Champion of Justice up against the brick wall. Before she knew what was happening, her legs were wrapped around him, and his foot-long cock was pushing up into her.

  "Uugggh, Goddess. So big… uuuggghhh," Ms Patriot groaned, head lolling about as her mind went completely blank.

  He pounded into her hard and fast from the get-go. No slow build-up for Ms Patriot; that infamous pimp was in full domination mode. Fucking a girl's brains out was his stock and trade, and he did it better than anyone else. There was a real reason he was called King Pimp.

  As he pushed her to the very brink, Ms Patriot's mind cleared and she understood her predicament. Glancing down her body, between her giant bouncing tits, she watched his long, fat cock sliding in and out of her body.

  "Tell me that I am your master."

  "Please… don't," she gasped out in rhythm with his strokes.

  Fucking her even harder, faster, he grabbed her face and forced Ms Patriot to look deeply into his eyes.

  "Say I am your master."

  "You… you are… my master."

  Her body changed with those ominous words. It felt as if her whole world changed. He claimed her lips in another fierce, commanding kiss. The kiss of a master, and she felt so profoundly owned at that moment. Ms Patriot crossed the threshold, and started that heady rush to climax.

  "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 entra
nced 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."