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

by Don Ship

  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.

  "My turn," he said.

  "But you get to fuck her daily. Probably many times a day," Esmeralda said. "I've barely had two minutes with her."

  "I don't want her," he said, reaching around to cup her titanic tits and give
them a firm two-handed squeeze. "I want you."

  He rolled her off of Ms Patriot, and was quickly moving up between the witch's wide-spread legs. Ms Patriot's eyes widened to see how fast and easily her doppelganger had spread her legs. Esmeralda might not realize how much sex was taking over her life. A Valkyrie body was a dangerous thing to play with, especially when it came to sex games. For a woman with the Valkyrie gene, sex was more addictive than crack. So even if she and King Pimp failed to take the witch down that night, Esmeralda was on a path to destruction.

  Rolling off the bed, Ms Patriot glanced longingly at the strap-on. She tugged at the handcuffs binding her wrists, and bit her lip.

  "Um. Master. Your slave girl really, really needs to go potty," she said in a little girl's voice. Both King Pimp and Esmeralda turned to look at her. The witch looked amused. "I can't do it with the handcuffs. So…?"

  The witch used the pimp's momentary distraction to roll him over onto his back. She quickly straddled his waist, and grinned at Ms Patriot. Then she spoke a short spell, which released the handcuffs to fall at Ms Patriot's feet.

  "There. Take care of business quickly, and come back here and join us," Esmeralda said.

  Ms Patriot paused only long enough to watch the witch rise up on her knees, reach back and guide King Pimp's ginormous cock to her shiny wet pussy, and impale herself upon it.

  "Oh yes. Fuck me, pimp. Fuck the shit out of me," Esmeralda groaned out, hands deep in her own hair as her head lolled around. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

  While the witch was distracted by her own pleasure, Ms Patriot snatched up the enchanted dildo and hurried into the master bathroom. Actually, she really did need to piss. So she quickly relieved herself, and then began strapping on the strap-on dildo. Once it was on, she admired herself in the mirror. When she wrapped her hand around the hot pink dildo, the most amazing sensations raced up her arm. It was so intense that she cried out and yanked her hand away. Even so, her arm pulsed with orgasmic pleasure for a long minute afterwards.

  Sweet Justice! I can only imagine what that would do to a woman if thrust into her pussy or ass, she thought, insides all fluttery hot at the thought. Esmeralda won't know what hit her. She glanced down at the glowing dildo, and grinned wolfishly. Actually, she cast the spell, so she will know better than anyone exactly what is hitting her.

  Returning to the master bed, Ms Patriot found Esmeralda riding King Pimp with wild abandon. His giant black cock was shiny wet as it slid in and out, while she still bounced joyfully upon it. The bed was squeaking and bouncing, and the heroine heard the squishing sound that had filled her world since she'd submitted to King Pimp. That had been the soundtrack of her life for the past three weeks.

  Crawling up onto the bed behind Esmeralda, Ms Patriot pushed her face down between King Pimp's legs and below the witch's bouncing butt. Ms Patriot kissed her pimp's huge nutsack, and then licked it. Finally, she ran her tongue up his shaft to the witch's pussy, and then licked up the witch's butt crack. Esmeralda gasped and trembled.

  "Oh yes, Ms Patriot. You know what I like. Tongue that ass. Stick it in," she purred. "Ream out my ass."

  Esmeralda loved to degrade super heroines by forcing them to give them a good tongue-in-ass hole rim job. Ms Patriot obeyed, licking, nibbling, and tonguing her doppelganger's ass with enthusiasm. She loosened Esmeralda's hole up nicely, feeling the witch's shapely body getting tense as it grew closer to orgasm. And then, when she judged the witch's mind was spinning out of control, that oversexed body at the very brink of ultimate pleasure, Ms Patriot rose up and thrust that enchanted strap-on up her enemy's ass.

  "Aaaiiiiieee!" Esmeralda cried, back bowing dramatically as her head rolled back to rest on Ms Patriot's shoulder. "What have you…. aaaaagggghhhhhh!"

  "I turned you into a witch on an enchanted stick," Ms Patriot sneered. She could see them all in the mirror above the dresser. It was a beautiful sight, seeing herself in the dominant position for once. "Payback is a bitch, witch."

  "Good job, Ms Patriot," King Pimp said. He quickly slipped out from under Esmeralda and hurried to his discarded clothes. He pulled a diamond choker out of a pocket and handed it to Ms Patriot. "Put this on her. It has a spell that will make her totally obedient."

  "A slave spell?"

  "Yes. Cast by her," he said. "I was supposed to use it on a socialite, but I think Ms Jennifer Jade, aka Esmeralda, would look ravishing in it."

  Ms Patriot thrust the dildo all the way up Esmeralda's butt, holding the witch within its powerful magic. Then she wrapped the sparkling choker around the captured beauty's neck. As she fastened it, Ms Patriot watched King Pimp's reflection in the mirror. What was he up to opening a chest of drawers across the room? And then he turned around with another golden tiara in hand. She instantly knew that it was the enchanted tiara that Esmeralda had previously held her in thrall with. He was making his move.

  She only had seconds to react. Even though Esmeralda was trapped within two spells at the moment, the witch was still dangerous to her. As soon as she pulled the dildo out, the witch would be able to use her magic again. King Pimp could then force the witch to use her magic to capture and subjugate Ms Patriot.

  "Esmeralda," Ms Patriot said with a commanding voice. She pulled out of the witch's body. "Destroy your ability to use magic! Do it now!"

  "Yes, mistress," the witch said, voice breathless and soft.

  The witch closed her eyes and started chanting.

  Ms Patriot saw King Pimp's eyes go wide in surprise. That was not what he'd wanted. He had wicked plans for using Esmeralda's magic. So the sexy super heroine rolled out of the bed and attacked him. She would not let the pimp stop the witch.

  "Backstabbing bastard!" Ms Patriot cried, sending a vicious roundhouse at his face.

  King Pimp ducked and punched her in the side. The pain was exquisite. Her belt didn't help her absorb the pain at all. It was all she could do to remain standing after that punch.

  The air filled with static electricity. Esmeralda's voice began to rise, chanting in a long dead ancient language. The witch's eyes glowed with hellfire, and a red halo shown around her. The bed sheets started smoking, bright sparks popped all around the witch. Her back bowed, eyes grew big and round, a look of despair spreading across her lovely face.

  "Stop!" King Pimp commanded.

  "Don't stop!" Ms Patriot cried. "Finish it!"

  The room filled with a foul sulfur stench, heat rising rapidly. The air began to swirl around the chanting witch. Esmeralda rose up on her knees, fists clenched and raised to the heavens and shouted the final words to her spell.

  Ka-Boom!

  Ms Patriot and King Pimp were blasted back against the wall. Glass shattered.

  "Aaagggghhh," Esmeralda cried, writhing on the bed. "I'm ruined! Demons of the Abyss! She's taken away my magic!"

  "Ha! Take that!" Ms Patriot cried, feeling empowered now. "She'll not be your magic stick to beat the city into submission with, King Pimp."

  "You will be sorry for that, Ms Patriot."

  "Not as sorry as you'll be once I kick your big black butt," she said. "I'll teach you a painful lesson for trying to betray me tonight."

  "Ha! Even with your full super heroine powers you were barely able to defeat me," he said. "And even then you only won our fights two out of three times on average. Now that you are depowered, you don't stand a chance against me."

  "Aww, that's so sweet," she said, giving him her best innocent, little girl sexy smile. "You deserve a big, wet — ass kicking!"

  She lunged at him, dropped low, and swept her leg around super fast. She might not have had any super powers at present, but even depowered she was twice as fast and strong as a normal woman. He cried out as his feet were kicked out from under him. Ms Patriot spun as she rose up and kicked her foot up and around, and then slammed it savagely down.

  King Pimp rolled away a second before her foot would've slammed brutally into his belly. She ducked under his backhand, and thrust-kicked him in the
chest. The huge pimp stumbled back into the door, and she followed with blood in her eyes. She was going to end this once and for all time.

  He looked dazed, leaning back against the door. Ms Patriot didn't think he was dazed and helpless enough, so she thrust-kicked at his face. King Pimp ducked, and her foot went right through the door. He laughed, and rabbit-punched her in the twat before she could free her foot.

  "Agh!"

  His fist connected with her chin, and she fell straight back. Rolling to her feet, she shook the cobwebs away as she watched him warily.

  "Esmeralda, I command you to capture Ms Patriot," King Pimp said.

  "Huh?" Ms Patriot said, head whipping around toward the witch. Esmeralda had a dazed look, but with his command, intelligence seemed to be seeping back into her face. The witch's baby blues narrowed dangerously, and she smiled with malicious delight.

  "My pleasure," Esmeralda growled.

  "No! I command you… oh!" Ms Patriot started to say, but King Pimp charged her.

  The super heroine dodged left, barely escaping a punch that would've put her down for the count. Spinning around, she kicked him in the back, using his momentum to force him headfirst into the wall. Ms Patriot smiled when he slumped to the floor, groaning and cussing.

  "Even depowered I am more than a match for a sleazy pimp," Ms Patriot sneered, stepping up behind him. One more kick, and he'd be out cold. "Your reign as king of the pimps is about to…. Hey! Let go, you miscreant bitch!"

  "I got her, master," Esmeralda said, arms wrapped around Ms Patriot. She had the super heroine's arms pinned at her sides, and then the witch leaned back and lifted Ms Patriot off the floor. "Now what, master?"

  "Hold her tight," he said, staggering to his feet.

  Ms Patriot's insides went cold when he turned fierce, angry eyes on her. His huge hands balled up into fists, and he strode towards her.

  "No!" she cried, and kicked straight up. Her foot connected with his chin. But he didn't fall back. King Pimp shook his head, glared at her, and pounded a fist into her belly. And then another into her pussy. "Uuugggh. Bastard."