by Don Ship
“Ah, yes, every super heroine’s greatest fear. Unmasking,” Erica said, reaching out with her right hand. Her left hand held the sexy super heroine’s bright costume bundled up. “I’m going to frame your entire costume and hang it on the wall behind my desk.”
“Like Hell you will,” Ms Patriot growled, and kicked straight up. She caught Erica on the point of the chin, snapping her head back and rendering her unconscious before she hit the ground.
“Erica!” the mob thugs all cried.
Ms Patriot twisted free, and started kicking left and right, and sending brutal punches at the startled thugs. In desperation, they grabbed Erica and jumped into the Tahoe. Within seconds of kicking Erica, Ms Patriot found herself free and alone in the dark alley. Her belly was still quivering from the recent orgasms, with cooling cum oozing out of her pussy and ass, dripping down her legs and off her jouncing tits.
“I will have my vengeance. This Ms Patriot vows!” she said, baby blues narrowed and fierce. Then she remembered some of the things Erica said. “Trophy room indeed. I’ll see about that!’
Ms Patriot picked up her costume and put it on. Thankfully the mob goons were too absorbed in saving their boss of bosses, and left her bundled costume on the ground. There wasn’t much to it, so she was dressed quickly.
Eight days later…..
“Time to dish out a super heroine slap down, Ms Patriot!” Patriot Girl said, her beautiful masked face alight with pre-battle joy.
“So true, my friend,” Ms Patriot said, grinning at the nineteen year old beauty. Patriot Girl was always so enthusiastic. Was she that perky when she was the first "Patriot Girl," and she was a mere eighteen year old sidekick to Ultra Woman? “But we have to be careful. They are wily foes, and they outnumber us by at least five to one.”
“Ah, but you are ten times as strong as a mere man, and I am five times as strong,” the sexy, blonde pigtailed beauty said, her sweet red lips spreading wide in a smile of pure pleasure and pride. “So technically we outnumber them!”
“So true. Beautiful and brilliant, and with a natural talent for fighting,” Ms Patriot said. “You, my friend, are a true triple threat.”
“I know, and I have better tits than J-Lo, too,” she said, and they both laughed.
“Okay, tomorrow we’ll start working on the virtue of humility,” Ms Patriot said, grinning as she shook her head.
“We might want to hold off on that, Ms Patriot. After we take Erica Sambino down tonight, we’ll both be hopped up on pride for a few days,” Patriot Girl said, sapphire blue eyes flashing.
“True. It will be heady,” the sexy super heroine admitted.
Ms Patriot took a deep breath, feeling her titanic boobs straining against her skimpy, bustier top. He tugged up on her French-cut short-shorts, and stroked the golden power belt that unlocked her super heroine abilities. It was all good, well except that her belt only worked if she had pent up sexual frustration. It had taken more than a week to recover from her little “setback.” Now the Sambino Family would suffer the wrath of a super powered super heroine. Really, two super heroines.
“Time to give those foul mobsters what they so richly deserve,” Ms Patriot said, baby blues narrowing dangerously. “Follow me.”
They had a plan. Erica had made the mistake of confessing that she held some of Grimme City’s super heroines prisoner, as battle trophies. Besides being just plain rude, it would prove to be her undoing. Kidnapping charges would send her up the river for life. Life without parole. She was sure the captured super heroines would like to give a little payback to the criminals that had been treating them so disrespectfully for so long, so she and Patriot Girl had decided to free the captives first.
The sprawling mansion was dark. The outside walls were all under-lit, but all of the windows were dark. They quickly and stealthily moved across the manicured grounds to a back door. Ms Patriot didn’t waste her time while recovering from the setback. Oh no, she and Patriot Girl had spent countless hours casing the mansion. This door was where all of the Family thugs entered after hours. There was a hidden keypad to unlock the door and turn off the alarm system. With high-powered binoculars they had watched and discovered that code.
With Patriot Girl as her lookout, Ms Patriot found the keypad and punched in the code. A red light flashed for fifteen seconds, as she watched with wide baby blues and bated breath. It seemed like an eternity. It would be just her luck that Erica had changed the code that very evening. But then it beeped and lit up green. They heard the back door unlock.
“I love it when a plan comes together,” Ms Patriot whispered as she opened the door and led her sexy sidekick inside. Patriot Girl closed the door as Ms Patriot checked out the two exits from the kitchen. The floor plans they had for Erica’s mansion were outdated. Erica had renovated the one-hundred year old mansion just two years back. The only sure thing Ms Patriot knew about the renovations was that the vast basement was turned into a huge game room, with pinball, video games, pool tables, table tennis, etc. Lots of things for big boys to play, while they waited to go break legs or bust chops.
In the old floor plan the kitchen had one exit into the main house. Now it had two, and neither was the original. So she led Patriot Girl out of the kitchen, heading in the general direction toward the stairs down into the basement. A secure cell off the basement game room was the logical place to keep super heroine “trophies.” She expected to find armed guards waiting for them.
“Remember,” Ms Patriot said, pausing to lean back to whisper into Patriot Girl’s ear. “We have to take out any guards we encounter as fast and as quietly as possible. The element of surprise is our best weapon. Besides, we don’t want to alert them too soon. It would give them time to spirit our super heroine friends away.”
“Got it, Ms Patriot. Fast and quiet. That’s me,” Patriot Girl said, nodding.
“Yes you are,” Ms Patriot said.
“Unless you're getting fucked,” a deep man’s voice came out of the darkness. “Then you scream like a banshee.”
Brutal fists slammed into Patriot Girl’s back, at the same time three men kicked Ms Patriot in the belly, chin, and back of her left knee. Men in all black, faces covered like ninjas, rushed them from all directions. She counted six. Worse, she smelled the unmistakable stench of chloroform.
“Chloroform,” Ms Patriot said quietly, knowing that Patriot Girl would hear and be wary. Then she lashed out with her long, tone legs. Four men dropped in as many seconds. “Fools. You cannot take us down so easily.” Patriot Girl drove an elbow straight back into another goon, while kicking up into the face of the last of the six. Then together the two super heroines started kicking mob goons in the head, over and over until they were all still. Then they found the bottle of chloroform, and chloroformed all six, before they tied them up.
“It feels good to be the ones doing the chloroforming and tying up for a change,” Patriot Girl said.
“I agree, but the fumes left me a little light headed,” Ms Patriot said as they continued on.
“Me too, but it’ll pass quickly,” Patriot Girl said, undisturbed.
Ms Patriot grinned. Patriot Girl actually handled chloroform better than she did. Theory was that the more powerful a super heroine, the more profoundly chloroform and other sleep drugs affected them. And the faster they succumbed to those wicked drugs. But like Patriot Girl said, her head was perfectly clear by the time they found the stairs down into the basement.
“Be on your toes, Patriot Girl.”
“Duh. Five inch stilettos,” Patriot Girl said, grinning with wicked delight at her mentor. “I live on my toes.”
They chuckled quietly as they descended. Super heroine humor always lifted their spirits, and it was going pretty well considering the little ambush they spoiled. Ms Patriot believed they had taken out all of the first floor security, which was probably the heaviest in the house. The basement guards should be even easier to take out.
The stairs were wide and expensive har
dwood. Their stilettos clicked and clattered on the hardwood as they descended. They were moving incredibly quietly, but in the dead of night even the tiniest noises seemed amplified.
“Wow. This is huge,” Patriot Girl said.
The game room took up the whole basement of the sprawling mansion. There were ‘wings’ of the basement they couldn’t even see from their vantage point. Multiple sitting areas, most with gas fireplaces. Rich leather furnishings. Pool tables scattered around the room singly and in small groups of two, three and four. The ceiling was a good ten feet high, amazing for a basement. In the dead center was a large circular bar. Neon lights lit the game room, though the regular overhead lights were all off.
“Wait. Those are not neon lights,” Ms Patriot whispered, jaw dropping. “It’s our friends!”
Scattered evenly through the game room were five floor to ceiling glass tubes in the middle of sitting areas. They were about three feet in diameter, and glowed brightly in neon blue. Standing absolutely still within each was a missing super heroine. The closest was Silver Angel. She was in full costume, including mask. The sexy super heroine looked perfect in every way, except she wasn’t moving. She was like a statue. They all were.
“Holy popsicle!” Patriot Girl cried. “They are frozen with cryogenics.”
“Better,” Erica’s voice came out of the darkness. “Suspended animation, actually. Not really frozen at all.”
Erica stood before them in a sexy little white nightie with pink ribbons and laces, and red stiletto pumps. The mob thugs were all in all black, but without the masks.
“You!” Ms Patriot cried, whirling around. “How dare you do that to them! They are superior women. They don’t deserve to be kept like that.”
Ms Patriot glanced back at Silver Angel. Her and her sidekick had been the first to vanish. That was eighteen months ago. For a year and a half poor Silver Angel and Silver Girl had been trapped there, Family trophies for one and all to gawk at.
“Then they are still alive?” Patriot Girl said.
“Of course. We release them every so often to pass around like the two-bit skank whores you super heroine types all are,” Big Mike sneered. “I especially enjoy fucking Silver Girl up that tight ass of hers. She always squeaks in the sexiest manner when I first penetrate her.”
“Perverts!” Ms Patriot cried, and charged Big Mike.
The seven foot tall, four hundred pound thug charged her. They met in the middle, fists and feet flying. Despite his bulk, Big Mike was fast and nimble. And a vicious fighter. But Ms Patriot was faster and stronger, thanks to her power belt.
“You will all pay for this outrage,” Ms Patriot growled, as she kicked up through Big Mike’s best defense, and connected foot to jaw. He flew backwards, and was replaced by Dino and Lefty. “You are no match for me, much less both Patriot Girl and I. Tonight, justice will finally be meted out to you miscreants!”
“Eat boot, boys,” Patriot Girl cried, racing past Ms Patriot to kick down two goons, then kick Erica in the belly. “Ouch, bet that hurt, Erica.”
The pigtailed sidekick struck a classic super heroine pose over the beautiful mob boss as she writhed on the floor. Their eyes locked at Erica rolled onto her back, knees pulled to her chest.
“About as much as this,” Erica said, and drove her long stiletto heel up between Patriot Girl’s legs.
“Ugghhh,” Patriot Girl grunted, snapping her knees together as pain lanced up through her spectacular body. Erica had crushed her clit between her heel and Patriot Girl’s pubic bone. The pain was indescribable. She bent over in pain just as Big Mike’s fist whooshed over her head.
“Watch out, Patriot Girl,” Ms Patriot cried, flipping over one goon to confront Big Mike before he would take Patriot Girl down. She only needed a few seconds to recover from her injury, thanks to her natural powers unleashed by the power belt. “Big Mike, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
“Ain’t found anyone big as me, Ms Super-sized Tits,” he said, and swung an uppercut as her chin. She blocked that, and kicked at his head. He ducked and backhanded her, before she dropped low and swept his feet away. “Damn, you’re fast.”
“Too fast for you, miscreant,” she said.
“Not too fast for me,” Dino said, slipping an arm behind her elbows and pinning the sexy super heroine’s arms back. He pressed a chloroform soaked cloth to her surprised face. Ms Patriot held her breath, but not before getting a healthy whiff of the heady stuff. “Breath and relax. You’re new life in the trophy room is about to begin.”
“Leave her alone, you big bully,” Patriot Girl said, and smashed into his side.
Dino was knocked away from Ms Patriot, freeing her before she took a second breath. But she was still woozy and wobbly on her stiletto heeled feet. Erica took the opportunity to run up and unfasten her power belt.
“I’ll just take this,” Erica said over her shoulder, and into her ear. “Your reign as Grimme City's champion is over, Ms Patriot.”
Erica shoved the startled, wide-eyed super heroine forward. Hard. The curvaceous beauty stumbled forward, until Sal caught her with an uppercut. “Ugh!” she cried, arms thrown up as she stumbled backwards. Big Mike caught her ten feet away, spun her around and yanked off her bustier top.
“Better,” he said, and started using her large, firm tits as speed bags for a moment, before punching the sexy super heroine right between the eyes.
“Aggh,” Ms Patriot groaned, once again stumbling backwards amidst her ruthless, unmerciful enemies. She stopped when Dino slammed a fist into her unprotected belly, doubling her up. “Oofff!” Then a right cross sent her spinning away. “Uugh!”
While the Sambino goons enjoyed themselves beating Ms Patriot back and forth between them, Patriot Girl continued the Good Fight. Back pressed against the bar in the center of the basement, she fought off five thugs. She was almost recovered from Erica’s dishonorable low blow, but the mob thugs were not giving her an inch. The sexy teen sidekick just needed a tiny respite, and then she could take the fight to them.
Suddenly, Lefty charged her with a wild battle cry. Patriot Girl reacted out of instinct, and threw him over her head and into the bar behind. As glass shattered and rained down upon him, she turned back to the other four and continued her ceaseless kicking and punches, barely keeping them at bay.
“Bad move, you pigtailed cunt,” Lefty said from behind her.
“What?!?” she cried, panicked and spun around. Just in time to see the whiskey bottle he was swinging at her head. The bottle exploded upon contact with her super heroine strong head, but the damage was done. Head spinning, blackness consuming more than half of her vision, Patriot Girl staggered away two steps. Someone pulled her arms back and locked their arm through her elbows. Then another started pounding her face, tits, and stomach. Within a minute the lights went out for the sexy sidekick.
“Patriot Girl is OURS!” Lefty cried to cheers.
Ms Patriot’s legs gave out, and she fell to her knees before Big Mike. Bleary-eyed, she looked up into his ugly, triumphant face as Erica joined him to gloat over their newest prize. The statuesque super heroine struggled to fight back, but her arms just hung limply at her sides.
Big Mike took a big fistful of her silky black hair, held her face steady, and pulled out his super long, super fat cock. She locked her baby blues on it, licked her lips, and gulped loudly. Full, glossy red lips slightly parted, she closed her eyes as he started tracing first her mask, then her lips with the tip of his cock.
Though her body ached all over, she felt the first tingles of arousal. The stench of his crotch filled her nostrils, making her chest and throat tighten. She felt wet heat spreading between her legs, and those damned unbidden visions of nasty sex filled her mind again.
"Uuugggghh," she groaned as his cock head swiped across her lips, forcing them apart. Her tongue met the cock, pushing it away. The taste of him made her belly erupt with hot, mushy tingles. "I hate the Curse so…oooh…much."
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nbsp; "Uugghh!" Patriot Girl said. "Too big. Uuggh. So big. Ack! Ngh! Hmmmm."
Ms Patriot glanced first at Patriot Girl. The gorgeous, pigtailed blonde was bent over a barstool, her top and bottoms gone, power belt on the bar beside her. Lefty was butt-fucking her and fondling her jostling tits, while Dino was slamming his cock down her throat, holding onto her bouncy pigtails while he enjoyed himself.
“You may have defeated us tonight, but we will be avenged,” Ms Patriot barely managed to croak out. Big Mike grinned as he pressed his cock against her lips, holding it there at Erica caught the super heroine's eyes. When he pushed, she didn't resist. Big Mike opened her mouth wide as he thrust in deep. “Mmmggh.”
Erica was all tingly inside as she watched Ms Patriot’s baby blues widen. Big Mike’s thick cock forced her mouth wide, and she struggled to gulp him down as he pushed relentlessly. The sexy mob boss shook her head with a knowing grin as Ms Patriot finally sucked up the strength to lift one hand, and instead of fighting, she wrapped her red-gloved fingers around the base of Big Mike’s dick, before she started sucking and working her tongue.
Erica personally removed Ms Patriot’s thong-like short-shorts. She collected the discard pieces of both costumes and piled them on the bar. After her boys had their fun, and the two super dimwits were unmasked, she’d strip them out of the rest of their costumes. Both costumes would be framed and mounted in her office.
“Mmggghh,” Ms Patriot groaned, really sucking Big Mike’s cock now. Sssslurp! Gulp. Slurp. Slurp. Sssssssslurp! “Hmmmgh. Ngh. Mmm. Ngnn.”
“Lick my balls, super-bitch,” Big Mike groaned.
Erica watched open mouthed as the super heroine obeyed without hesitation. She pulled off his cock with a loud slurping noise, and then a loud smacking of her lips. The curvaceous vigilante pushed his thick cock up, while cupping his balls with her other hand. Erica’s eyes widened as Ms Patriot reached her tongue way up under his balls, and licked from almost his butt hole to the tip of his dick in one long wanton lick. Then she began a long, intense lick-fest of his massive hairy balls. Licking and sucking, gulping and slurping loudly.
