by Don Ship
GRIMME CITY HEROINES DOWN AND OUT BOX SET
(Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)
By
Don Ship
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PUBLISHED BY:
Rogue House Press
Copyright 2014 by Don Ship
Cover by Angelic Kitten
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Ms Patriot: The Trophy Room
Ninja Girl: A Better Way
Giselle: Magically Delicious
Ninja Girl: Mistress Patriot
Uber Woman: Tamed and Claimed
Ms Patriot: Tramp Stamp
Ninja Girl: Ill-Conceived
Ms Patriot: Good Thing
Ninja Girl: Take Down
Ms Patriot: Justice is Served
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About the Author
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: These super heroine in peril stories featuring many of Grimme City's sexiest, most successful super heroines are not part of an ongoing series, but a series of one-shots. Each story is utterly independent of the others, unless otherwise stated. So each heroine can start the story pristine, never captured before and end up utterly defeated, and even sold into white slavery if that is the will of her captor. And the next story will start as if the others never existed. So please, enjoy each story for what it is, without thought of previous outcomes.
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Grimme City Heroines Down & Out Box Set
Ms Patriot: The Trophy Room
"You won’t get away with this, Erica," Silver Angel growled, glaring daggers through tousled blonde hair. She still struggled between the two men holding her, arms bound behind her back. "One day I'll wipe that grin off your face."
Erica Sambino, Grimme City's boss of bosses, stood before the pair of captured crime fighters and grinned. It was a good night's work. First, she'd made over twenty-five million on a drug deal, then Silver Angel and Silver Girl showed up to catch her red handed. Her boys took the costumed super heroines down after a ten minute long fight. Now the sexy, bedraggled super heroine and her sidekick stood before her, shapely bodies glistening with sweat, struggling desperately, but hers to do with as she pleased.
The heroines were dressed much the same, though the sidekick's costume was just a bit more skimpy. Silver Angel wore a rather common costume among super heroines: mask, bustier, short-shorts, opera gloves, and thigh boots. All silver, of course. Her all-important power belt was golden. Silver Girl's costume only differed with her midriff baring top and knee boots.
Their power belts, the talismans that let them tap into the Otherworld for their super powers, were tossed atop the hood of Erica's limo. Depowered and helpless, she thought they were the most beautiful sight to behold.
They are going to look so damn awesome on display, Erica thought. Hmmm, in full costume? Or just boots, gloves, and masks?
The beautiful, Italian-American mob boss felt all tingly inside. She's waited a long time to catch one of those damned super heroines. And then she caught two, mentor and protégé. Grimme City's number two rated team, in fact.
"First things first, ladies," Erica said, stepping between the helpless blonde beauties. "We see who is hiding behind those masks. Then we add you to our trophy room."
"Masks?" Silver Angel said with a squeaky, fear filled voice.
"Trophy room?" Silver Girl said, big blue eyes wide with shock.
Up close and personal, Erica realized they could be sisters. Their bodies and voices were quite similar, while the super heroine mentor had a magnificent mane of blonde hair and her sidekick wore her hair in a bangs and ponytail style.
“We have something new, and you’ll be the first super bimbos we test it on,” Erica said. The sexy dark-haired mob boss cupped their cheeks in her hands, her full red lips curling into the biggest self-satisfied grin possible. “I’m going to put you both on display in my trophy room, inside suspended animation tubes.”
Silver Angel struggled with renewed vigor, slinging her head around to avoid Erica's seeking hand. A mob thug had to come up behind her and hold her head steady for his boss.
“Oh, you vile….monster!” Silver Angel cried, hazel eyes wide as Erica’s soft hand cupped her beautiful masked face, before she forced two fingers under the edge of her silver mask. Her fingers came through the eye-hole. “Wait! Not the mask! We can work out a deal!”
"No deals," Erica said, and reached for Silver Girl's mask.
One of Erica's men immediately seized the sidekick's head, holding her head still as Erica forced two fingers under the mask, pushing under the double-sided tape holding it in place, and her fingers coming out the eye hole.
“Please no!” Silver Girl whispered hoarsely.
She started pulling, slow and steady. The tape held for a second, but then began releasing their skin. Both heroines sucked in sharp breaths, eyes huge and disbelieving.
“With this simple act, I strip away your super heroine status and make you both into pathetic battle trophies,” Erica said, as she slowly peeled away their masks. She did a double take. “Annette? Really? You’re Annette Moore and her snot-nosed brat?” Erica grabbed Annette’s super model gorgeous face in both hands, and kissed her full on the lips. “This is great! I will take over media empire, too!”
Erica felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Not only had she captured super heroines, but she scored Annette's personal fortune, worth close to a billion dollars. Moore Media Holding owned TV and radio stations, produced both news and entertainment shows for other networks. It even owned the locale news paper.
Silver Girl was the media mogul's popular socialite daughter. Erica couldn't remember if Autumn was a college freshman or sophomore, but she did a lot of local and statewide TV commercials, most public service. She was a celebrity in her own right, which made owning her that much better.
“You won’t get away with this, Erica,” the vanquished super heroine said, hazel eyes flashing defiance. “By destroying us you incur the holy wrath of the other Grimme City super heroines.”
"Excellent, you found your backbone again. It'll be fun to break your spirit, and make you watch as we break your daughter's spirit, "Erica said, making Silver Angel cry out in horror. The sexy mobster, dressed in a tight black leather mini-dress, fishnets, and stiletto pumps just laughed. “Okay, boys, chloroform their fat asses, tie them up, and toss them in the trunk. We’re going home to celebrate our victory. And then turn them into mere trophies.”
Eighteen months later…
Ms Patriot stuck a pose atop an old, abandoned warehouse. Light from downtown illuminated the legendary super heroine’s statuesque body, skimpily attired in an American flag themed bustier and short-shorts costume, with blue mask, golden choker, red opera gloves, and red stiletto thigh boots. She accessorized with red star earrings, golden tiara, and golden power belt around her narrow waist, and resting atop her well rounded womanly hips. Full, glossy red lips spread wide in a triumphant smile as she watched the drug deal go down below.
“Caught you red handed,” she shouted and leapt off the building.
“What the…?!
?” someone cried below. “Oh shit, Ms Patriot! Run!”
The super sexy super heroine hit the concrete with a loud stiletto CRACK, and took off running after them.
“You cannot escape justice or me!” Ms Patriot cried.
The drug dealers were running toward a shiny black Chevy Tahoe at the end of the alley, parked so it could drive straight out. As they approached from the rear of the SUV, they looked back over their shoulders. The voluptuous vigilante smiled as she raced after them, seeing the fear in their eyes. They knew that if they stopped to get into the Tahoe, she would catch them. So did they continue to run and split up, with the hope some of them would escape? Or did they stop and fight, and all know brutal defeat?
They chose flight over fight.
As she approached the Tahoe, they reached the street beyond and split into two groups. That angered her enough to shout, “You can run, but you can’t…” The door opened suddenly, and Ms Patriot ran into the end of the open door head first. “Oooff!”
The curvaceous super heroine was running as fast as she could at the time, so hit with incredible power. It was enough to knock the legendary Grimme City's heroic champion unconscious. She was out before she hit the ground.
“Oopsie. Was that my fault?” Erica Sambino said, grinning with wicked delight at the helpless heroine sprawled on her back at the mob boss’s black booted feet. “What a delightful bonus to a very profitable evening.”
“How’d we do, Boss?” Dino asked as the mob thugs returned, a little out of breath but looking happy.
“Perfect,” Erica said. “The big-breasted bimbo fell for it hook, line, and sinker. These super bimbos usually inadvertently screw up my little traps, but not this time. Doesn’t she look sweet and innocent like that?”
“It’s not easy to look sweet and innocent while dressed like a horny hooker,” Big Mike said. The seven foot tall, four hundred pound mob bodyguard reached down, unzipped Ms Patriot’s red and white striped bustier, and pulled it off. Rolling the heroine onto her back, her legendary boobs spread wide, quivering in firm titty deliciousness. Then Dino pulled her super skimpy blue, star-spangled short-shorts down mile long legs, revealing her tiny bikini waxed pubic patch. That tiny triangle pointed straight down to her glistening, bubblegum pink pussy lips. “That’s better. I like my super heroines naked.” He grinned up at Erica. "But of course I was just searching for weapons."
"Ha! Yeah weapons," Dino said. "I got a gun I'd like to plant on her body."
Big Mike reached for the golden power belt around Ms Patriot's waist.
"No. Leave the power belt," Erica said. She bit her lip, looked around at all of her eager-eyed men. "I want to break her with the belt on. Prove to her that even with her super power intact, we triumph. That we can dominate and break her."
Erica hadn't felt that excited since capturing Silver Angel and Silver Girl, a year and half back. Those two super beauties were still in her trophy room, brought out of suspended animation ever so often to "entertain" her men. They were both utterly tamed and obeyed without question or hesitation.
Now she owned Ms Patriot, Grimme City's top ranked super heroine. The city's most celebrated and beloved super heroine. The biggest pain in Erica's butt for years now. And now Ms Patriot was about to be thoroughly broken, tamed and claimed, before joining her super friends in Erica's trophy room.
“I guess you boys are eager to plant your seed in her fertile fields,” Erica said. She pushed the pointy toe of her shiny black boot into Ms Patriot’s snatch, penetrating an inch or so. When she pulled the boot back, the sexy heroine’s pussy juices dripped off the tip of her toe. “Wow, even unconscious this super bimbo is hot and horny.”
“Uuggh,” Ms Patriot groaned softly, starting to writhe sexily before them.
“They recover pretty damn fast,” Big Mike said. He unzipped. “Best to get this party started. I want to see her face when she realizes she’s been defeated, captured, and getting fucked.”
Big Mike knelt between her knees, lifted her red booted feet high, and spread them wide. Then he lowered himself and pushed his thick cock into her waiting twat. The statuesque beauty beneath him sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back as he penetrated her most intimate orifice. The huge goon savored the feel of his thick dick pushing deep into her hot moistness, spreading her super tight twat wide. Her red gloved hands grabbed his wide shoulders, holding on tightly as her feet rose up and pointed her toes at the heavens.
“How wanton is Ms Patriot?” Erica said. “How can she not know she is a natural born slut and a half?”
“Ooooooooh. Hhhmmmmmggghh,” Ms Patriot groaned low, her baby blues fluttering open. “Sooo…oooooh.” Then her beautiful eyes spread wide in shock. “Sweet Justice! I’ve been captured!” Big Mike started a slow, deep, and steady pounding of her achy, tingly snatch. “Too big. Take it out…before…aaaaaaagghhh. I can’t…ooooh.”
“I think we caught the Queen of Super Sluts with her emotional defenses down, boys,” Erica said. She grinned down as Ms Patriot slanted her eyes toward her. They locked eyes, and Erica felt a jolt go through her. Ms Patriot’s horniness was contagious. And they both knew Erica had won. They were inside the legendary vigilante’s physical and emotional guard, and she was going down fast. “Just to let you know, and contemplate as we fuck you stupid, but we captured you so much easier than the others. Even Ninja Girl put up more fight than you. Now just relax and submit, and enjoy our victory celebration.”
Ms Patriot couldn’t believe it. One moment she was giving chase, basking in her glory, and the next she wakes up to find herself getting fucked by her most feared and hated enemy. Her internal defenses were shattered before she could erect them, and her spectacular body was afire with need and pleasure, just seconds away from a career ending climax. As sweat started glistening on her jiggling, heaving body, the butterflies evaporated in the intense heat of a threatening climax. She was panting, her mind spinning out of control. What little coherence she still possessed allowed her to see her fate, frightening and despicable as it was.
“If…uh…stop…oh…now…ah…I can…ugh…ugh…I will…ugh…Sweet Justice! No! Aaaaaaggggghhhh!” she cried, baby blues wide and unseeing. “I can’t…stop …another…one…I…I… Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhh! Sweet Justice, I am tamed!”
“Yes you are,” Big Mike growled, so close to coming himself. “I broke Ms Patriot, I tamed the Grimme City's greatest champion! I am the man!” He emptied his nuts deep inside the sexy heroine. “Yes! Take that, Ms Patriot!”
“Aaaaaagggghhhhh!” she cried. “Oh my Goddess, I can stop coming! Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeee!”
Erica sighed in contentment. All super heroines were descendants of the gods. Some few were Amazons, but the vast majority in America descended from the Valkyrie. Whether Valkyrie or Amazon, though, their number one weakness was sex. Orgasms devastated her pretty little minds, and energized their hot, shapely bodies. It was their Curse of the Valkyrie, or Curse of the Amazons. Sex made them weak and helpless, and profoundly horny.
Lefty stepped up after Big Mike pulled out. He dragged the curvaceous super heroine to her knees, then forced her to all fours before Erica. The gloating mob boss watched from a perfect side view as Lefty’s cock pushed deep into Ms Patriot’s ass. With his right hand in her silky black mane, holding her head pulled way back, he groped her dangling, jiggling big tits with his left and banged her butt fast and furiously.
Sal stepped up and pulled out his cock, and pushed the head up against Ms Patriot’s glossy red lips. Erica’s breath caught as the sexy super heroine’s hot, pink tongue slid out, cupping the cock, then her full lips slowly, sensuously sucked him inside and slid down the full length of his thick shaft.
“Mmmmmm,” Ms Patriot groaned wantonly. Slurp! Gluk. Gluk. Sssssluurp! “MMmmmmgghhh.”
“Ms Patriot is almost as loud giving blowjobs are Silver Angel,” Erica said, laughing as she clapped her hands in delight. “But nobody gives better head than Annette.” She leaned i
n to speak into Ms Patriot’s ear. “I own Silver Angel and Silver Girl, better known as the missing Annette and Autumn Moore. Plus I own Ninja Girl, Electro Girl, and Awesome Babe. You are about to join them in my trophy room, as a fuck toy battle trophy.”
SLURP! “Mmmmggh. Nyngh. Uuumggh.” Sssslurp! Ngh! “Uuuuuuggghh. Mmmm.”
Ms Patriot sucked with wild abandon. She heard Erica. Understood her, even. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was for them to keep fucking her so well. Besides, it sounded like Heaven to be one of their fuck toys. The thought of endless sex just made her hornier and more eager.
The more they fucked her, the more energized Ms Patriot became. The more needy and insatiable she became. She was so enthusiastic that the mob goons ravishing her shapely body couldn’t contain their excitement and she went through them at an amazing rate. Too soon it ended, and they dropped her in a pile on the cold ground. In a puddle of cum.
While they cleaned up the crime scene, gathering up Ms Patriot’s discard costume in the process, the sexy super heroine was left alone, unmolested, and she began to recover. She was so energized by all that sex, that her body recovered super fast. But maybe not fast enough.
“Give me her power belt,” Erica said, returning to stand before Ms Patriot.
Big Mike unfastened the all important golden belt, and pulled it off her body. Ms Patriot felt its loss profoundly. Even though she was sexually sated, and the belt was not energized without pent up sexual frustration, it still gave her super fast healing and provided protection in other ways. Removing it fired up her anger and defiance, so when she was yanked to her feet she glared daggers at Erica.
“Oh, the old Ms Ass-hole is back,” Erica said, and giggled sexily. “All that is left is to remove the mask, and learn who is hiding behind it.”
“Not the mask!” Ms Patriot cried.
