Grimme City Heroines Down And Out Boxed Set: Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series)

by Don Ship

  To Ms Patriot’s shame, her libido was super charged after one look at that room. It was a room she would soon troll for hooker work. Within the hour she would be in there, stripping, lap dancing, making out, and other wicked things.

  Most of the room fell silent and stared open-mouthed at Ms Patriot. The other heroines looked grim, but the men looked excited. With a tight throat and hammering heart, the sexy vanquished vigilante led her first trick through that room and to the door Ms Puritan left through.

  “Room 69, Ms Patriot,” the bartender called out.

  “I know,” she said, and led the way into a darker hallway.

  The hallway had red carpet and gaudy red and gold wallpaper and gilded fixtures. Beside each door was a poster of the heroine working within, with her super heroine name and real name listed. Most of the doors were closed, but a handful were open with sexy super heroines standing there waiting for customers. She spotted Justice Shield in room 62, and Dixie Girl in 67. Then they reached room 69. Her poster was already up. It was a full-length PR poster of her in a classic super heroine pose.

  The sexy super heroine opened the door with trembling hands, and stepped inside her new home. It was a ten by ten room, with a twin sized bed, a straight back chair, small table next to the chair, and finished out with a sink and toilet. It stank of stale sex already. On the walls were more kinky action shots of Ms Patriot’s previous captures, getting fucked, tied up, and otherwise debauched. There was even a mirror over the bed so she could watch herself being fucked for money. Steel bars covered the window.

  “Be it ever so disgusting, there’s no place like home,” she said, nose scrunched up.

  “Hey, can we do that?” the john said, pointing at a picture of Ms Patriot getting fucked with her booted feet crossed behind her head.

  In the picture her ankles were bound, and then tied to her throat. It was a particularly insidious bondage pose, and one she hoped to never repeat. She recalled it with a tight throat. That was near the end of her first capture, and not fifteen minutes later she escaped King Pimp's clutches.

  “I was nineteen. I’m not that limber anymore. Fifty dollars, please,” Ms Patriot said, turning to face her first john after closing the door. She held out a red gloved hand and waited, and prayed he failed to have the required sum. But he eagerly laid two twenties and a ten in her hand. She quickly counted it, twice, then stuffed the money down her left boot top. No pockets.

  “Get naked and in the bed, please,” Ms Patriot said.

  “You’re really going through with this, aren’t you?” he said, amazed.

  “Of course. I gave my word. Ms Patriot does not lie, buster,” the sexy super heroine said, baby blues narrowing dangerously. “I belong to King Pimp now, and he wants me to turn tricks. So I turn tricks. Simple as that.”

  Well, it wasn't that simple. Her hot, mushy body told her as much.

  “This is so cool!” he said, pulling off his shirt, then hopping around as he pulled off his shoes. “I can’t wait to tell all my friends that I fucked Ms Fucking Patriot! I was the first one, too. Are you a virgin?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, who looks like this,” she said. Truth was, she’d never once had vaginal sex as Jennifer Jade. She’d given a few BJs, all while in college, but her cherry wasn’t busted until King Pimp caught her at age nineteen. “Besides, I admitted downstairs that King Pimp popped my cherry years ago. And you saw the poster of him deflowering me in the lobby.” She glanced down at his underwear as he pulled off his jockey shorts. “Man, you really should wear clean underwear when visiting a hooker. That’s just nasty.”

  “I like nasty.”

  “Nasty is extra after tonight. Don't forget if you want to fuck me again,” she said, unzipping her bustier top. His eyes bugged out as her tits dropped and jostled enticingly. She paused to rub them, since the top always hurt just a tad. He seemed to be enjoying the show, if his major boner was any indication. “Fifty buys you a fuck and suck. I suck you hard, then you climb on and finish it up between my legs. Anything deviating from that scenario is extra. Do you want extra?”

  “Damn! You haven’t even knocked out your first trick and you are already talking like a pro,” he said.

  “I heavily researched my new…um…job, right after I agreed to submit to King Pimp’s tender mercies,” she admitted, shrugging. “If I’m going to be a disgusting whore, then at least I can be the best degusting whore in the whore house. I will not accept anything less than the best, no matter what I do.”

  “Is licking my balls extra?”

  She sighed gustily, rolling her baby blues.

  “No. Comes with cocksucking, in my book,” she said, and slide her thong-like bottoms down mile long legs. Standing up, she touched her power belt. “On or off?”

  “On! Only the top and bottoms off,” he said. “I want to see who I am fucking, and I want to see me fucking Ms Patriot, with no doubt about it.”

  “Then let’s get this party started,” Ms Patriot said, seizing his cock and pulling him toward the bed. Pushing him atop the bed, she crawled above him. On all fours, she fed him a big, fat tit. “You’ve been staring at these long enough. Taste and enjoy.”

  While his hard, sticky cock poked, slapped, and rubbed all over her inner thighs and rump, the john grabbed a perfect pair of super tits and went to town. She yipped and jumped when he gently nibbled her rock hard, engorged, and highly sensitive nipples, while squeezing, caressing, and otherwise savoring her titanic tits like a big boy should. Since he was her first, Ms Patriot let him take his time and enjoy her tits for a good twenty minutes, before she took charge.

  “Time for the end game, baby,” Ms Patriot said. She started kissing and nuzzling her way down his neck, across his chest and belly, and finally arrived at his aching, rock hard cock. She used all of her talents to give him the very best head, cocksucking, and ball licking possible. “Mmmmgggghhh.”

  “I can’t take it anymore!” he cried. “I want to fuck you now!”

  Ms Patriot rolled off the john. He rolled atop her, so she spread her long, shapely legs. Wider. Then she took him in hand, and guided him to her sopping wet, fiery hot twat. The john pushed all the way in with one long, smooth thrust.

  “Oh yes! Yes! That is so damn good!”

  It'd had been over eight months since her last brief captures, so that long since she'd had sex. Her sex was tight as a teenage virgin's pussy. Only the fact she was super horny, and her pussy was sopping wet from her arousal let him penetrate and slide all the way into her so easily. Easy for him. Profound for her.

  “Uuuuuggghh,” Ms Patriot cried, back arching and arms thrown wide. She felt utterly stretched out to the max. It both hurt and felt awesome. “Oh baby! That’s how to do it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

  “Damn, you are the tightest whore I ever fucked.”

  “Oh, you are so big,” she groaned, feeling her spectacular body changing, becoming hotter, the butterflies burned away. “I think I am…going to ….COME!”

  As the former super heroine gawked up at her john, amazed, he doubled the rate he was pumping into her. He was trying so hard to not come yet. He wanted it to last forever. But he lost it, filling her pussy with hot, sticky cream.

  “Oh, Sweet Justice I am…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”

  The john just held his cock deep inside her, propped up above her, and grinning down at her. He looked so damned pleased with himself, too. Strangely, she didn’t feel particularly displeased, either.

  “Time to get back to work,” Ms Patriot said breathlessly. She rolled him off her, then before he crawled off the bed she took his sticky cock in hand, and lowed her mouth to his lap. He watched in amazement as she licked and sucked his cock and balls clean. “I aim to please. Remember me next time you come to the Palace, baby.”

  “Hell, if this is your standard suck and fuck, you just got yourself a regular, Ms Patriot,” he said, enthusiastically. “I’ll visit you every payda
y, twice a month.”

  “And I’ll take special care of you, too, baby,” Ms Patriot said, smiling sultrily. While he dressed, she gave herself a whore bath at the sink, then pulled on her top and bottoms. Once they were both dressed, she escorted him back down to the main lobby. “Bye-bye, baby. Come again.”

  Ms Patriot watched him walk out the front door, wishing she had that option. But she had promised King Pimp, and she was a woman of her word. So she glanced around the room, seeing all the eager-eyed men waiting their turn at her. Before she could make a choice, a large Hispanic man stepped out of the crowd. He was tall and broad, and a notorious drug dealer and gang banger.

  "I'm next, Ms Patriot," Hernando said, his voice a hoarse rasp due to an injury she caused two years back. "We got issues to work out, and those are best done with my dick up her fat ass."

  She looked past him to her pimp. King Pimp smiled cruelly.

  "He won't hurt you," the pimp said. "Not badly."

  "You only said I can't mark her."

  "You can be as rough as you want, just don’t leave any marks," King Pimp said. "I mean, she's Ms Patriot! This night is dedicated to destroying and punishing her. Have at it, my friend."

  "Wait," Ms Patriot cried, wild-eyed. "This man hates me!"

  "Then I suggest you be real damn submission and accommodating, Ms Patriot," King Pimp said, grinning wickedly. "Him and men like him will be the ones most eager to intimately sample your feminine charms."

  "That's right, whore," Hernando growled, and backhanded her brutally.

  "Ugghhh!" she cried, spun around and slammed up against the wall. "Sweet Justice, my first trick forced me to climax and now I'm de-powered! I'm helpless to defend myself."

  "Perfect," Hernando sneered, forcing her hard against the wall, her arms thrown wide. He reached down and ripped off her blue, star-spangled shorts, before unzipping his own pants. "I've wanted to do this since the first time I seen your fine fat ass on TV, Ms Patriot. I bet your ass is cherry, isn't it?"

  "No! Not up the ass," she cried, held firmly against the wall by the bigger, stronger Latino. She felt his cock slipped up between her satin-skinned butt cheeks, then press against her now throbbing sphincter. "Wait, don't dry fuck my…AAASSS! Yyyyeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"

  "Hot damn, this bitch’s ass is TIGHT," Hernando cried, really getting into a hard, fast rhythm as he reamed out her super tight butt hole.

  "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! You're ripping me in half! Oh, Goddess, make him stop," she cried, writhing helplessly against the cold marble wall as Hernando fucked her ass with relish. Then his big hands reached around and grabbed her tits in a vice like grip. New pain erupted, but to her surprise the pain quickly changed to pleasure. Incredible pleasure. "Mmmmmmmmmggggggghhhh, oh Goddess. Oh, yes. Oh, my Goddess yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!"

  "What a raging PUTA," Hernando laughed.

  "I'm a puta!" the super sexy, vanquished vigilante cried. "Sweet Justice, I am…going to…Aaaiiieee!"

  "Wow, from screaming in pain to screaming in pleasure in about two minutes," King Pimp said. "She's a bigger whore than I thought. Boys and girls, Ms Patriot was born to whore."

  "A super whore," Hernando groaned, and then he lost it. She felt his cock convulse, and then hot jizm filled her poop chute.

  "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" Ms Patriot cried. "I have been TAMED!"

  "Damn right," Hernando said, pulling out and spewing a few more times on her shapely butt. Then Ms Patriot groaned low and long, as she slowly slid down the wall to the floor. "Next!"

  King Pimp seized the super statuesque super heroine by her long, black hair and pulled her to her wobbly feet. Then he half-dragged her to the middle of the entrance hall. Beverly Beavers was waiting, and locked leg spreaders on her ankles, forcing her feet to be just a little more than shoulder width apart. Then her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, before a slave collar was fastened around her neck. Finally, the legendary super heroine was forced to bend over, legs straight, knees locked, and a short chain secured her collar to the middle of the spreader bar, leaving her face crotch-high.

  "This isn't necessary," Ms Patriot groaned, clearly in distress.

  "On the contrary," King Pimp said. "While you were upstairs with your first john, we had a vote and this is what was decided on. You will spend the rest of the night like this, taking two men at a time, front and back." He patted her sweet round ass, enjoying how warm and soft it felt. "Line up, boys! Pay Beverly if you want her up the back side, and pay me if you want to fuck her mouth."

  Two very long lines of lecherous, horny men formed up. Before Ms Patriot realized the true depths of her predicament, a thick shaft was shoved between her full red lips.

  "MMmmggghhh!"

  And then another dick was thrust deep into her sopping wet pussy a few seconds later. And thus the High and Mighty super heroine, the nation's premier super heroine, the legendary Ms Patriot spent the next five hours servicing more men than she ever imagined possible. Only her superior Valkyrie enhanced body was able to take that terrible abuse, but she took it in stride.

  Finally, everyone was sated. Or out of money to continue fucking her. King Pimp collected all of the money, and it was quite a bit, too. He walked away from his newest sex slave, while Beverly freed the defeated and debauched super heroine of her cruel restraints. Then on wobbly feet, Ms Patriot was ushered through the crowd to her lord and master, King Pimp.

  Grimme City's richest and most notorious pimp sat atop a magnificent throne. He had shed his clothes, and waited for her completely naked. The sexy super heroine felt her belly quaking and quivering, spying his enormous semi-flaccid cock waiting for her.

  "All good things must end, Ms Patriot," King Pimp's booming bass voice filled the room. "You have given yourself to me freely and with full knowledge of what awaited you. You have CHOSEN to be my WHORE. Now it is finally time to seal the deal, for once and all time."

  "I am a woman of my word, King Pimp," Ms Patriot whispered, head bowed. "Though I despise hookers with all my being, I submitted to you in full knowledge of what my fate would be. I am yours to use and abuse, however you see fit." She reached back and unfastened her power belt. "I, Ms Patriot, surrender the source of my super powers."

  She placed the rolled up power belt in King Pimp's hands. But when she reached up to remove her mask, he stopped her.

  "Mount me," King Pimp said, his cock rising quickly.

  The super sexy vigilante nodded, and took a deep breath. Then she straddled his lap, and guided his enormous cock to her pussy as she lowered herself. Within seconds, Ms Patriot was impaled and sliding down his thick black shaft.

  "Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

  Ms Patriot began bouncing up and down on his cock. Within moments she was riding him with wild abandon, head thrown back, eyes closed, and a long wanton groan continuously rolling out of her full red lips. The top pimp in Sugar Town watched her bouncing, jostling tits for a long time, before he finally seized them and began fondling her. She cried out with pleasure, and climaxed.

  "Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

  "Who is your daddy?" King Pimp demanded.

  "You are my daddy."

  "Who is your MASTER?"

  "You, King Pimp, are my master," she said, then climaxed again. "Aaaaaiiiieeee! You are my master! Aaaaaiiiieeee! Oh Goddess, King Pimp is my master! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhh!"

  King Pimp grabbed her waist length, silky black hair, and jerked. Her head snapped back, held tightly. Baby blues wide with fear and dread, she held her breath as his free hand reached up to her face. The crowd grew quiet. It was if everyone held their breath for the great unveiling.

  "The woman hiding behind Ms Patriot's mask is…," King Pimp called melodramatically. Then he slowly peeled off the blue mask. "…is…Jennifer Jade? Really?"

  "Really," she said.

  "JENNIFER JADE! My God, I have captured the two sexiest, most fuckable women in Grimme City, ro
lled into one super sexy whore," King Pimp cried with joy. "Tell the world, Jennifer Jade and Ms Patriot are one in the same, and I OWN THEM BOTH."

  The End

  Ninja Girl: Take Down

  Ninja Girl followed the other Grimme City super heroines through the dark alley. This was the night she'd waited so long for. Ms Patriot had asked her — HER, Ninja Girl, the Asian Avenger — to join the legendary super heroine and other heroines on a big bust of Sambino Family thugs. If all went well, they would also catch the Boss of Bosses, Erica Sambino, red-handed.

  Ms Patriot was leading the way in her legendary red, white, and blue, stars and stripes costume. Patriot Girl was a step back, with Uber Woman and Uber Girl next, then Silver Angel and Silver Girl. Finally, Ninja Girl brought up the rear. Purple Avenger, Electro Girl, and Justice Star had failed to capture Erica Sambino a month back, and all vanished without a trace. Oh, there were rumors, of foreign white slavery, or serving Third World drug lords, but they couldn't think about that now.

  They had a powerful crime boss to take down, and three beloved super heroines to avenge. Ninja Girl was prepared to do just that, and show everyone she was a true super heroine and deserving of the trust they placed in her when she was invited to participate.

  Ninja Girl wore her dark blue costume. A blue mask hid her secret identity, with her costume finished out with a black choker, ninja gloves, and stiletto calf boots. Her long dark hair was straight and parted down the middle.

  The Asian Avenger had high confidence they would succeed. Ms Patriot, Silver Angel, and Uber Woman were super-powered and legendary in their crime fighting prowess, as well as their sexy sidekicks. Ninja Girl shared the same super powers, paired with the skills of the ancient, feared, and respected Ninja.

  Soon, they were at their destination. Ms Patriot directed them all to different hiding spots around the dark intersection of alleys. That particular intersection was broader than most, so smugglers favored it. The fact it was surrounded by empty and abandoned warehouses on three sides and an abandoned five story office building on the other was another reason. No prying eyes on their illegal activities.