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

by Don Ship

  “I’m really going to enjoy this,” the sexy super heroine muttered, baby blues narrowed, as she strode purposely out of the night shadows and straight towards those awful men. “Jay-Ray! You vile miscreant, I heard you have big plans for me. Well, here I am.”

  “See?” Jay-Ray said, grinning like an idiot. “Just like in the movies. I told you, if we build it, she will come. And there she is. Now we’ll all live happily ever after.”

  “You’re an idiot,” Ms Patriot sneered. “I almost feel bad for you. But I’ll feel much better after I beat you, one and all, into bloody pulps. Who’s first?”

  “You know, Ms Tittilicousness, you probably could beat each and every one of us to a pulp, if we let you,” Jay-Ray said, looking way to smug to her way of thinking. “But we’ve been thinking, and we’ve been planning, and we’ve come up with a plan. We plan to administer our own form of JUSTICE.”

  "Yeah, street justice," Herc said, glowering at her.

  Ms Patriot struck a classic pose and sneered at them. She was as strong as ten men, and there was only six of them. How could they possibly think they could defeat her? Arrogance, pure and simple. But she wouldn’t take their threat lightly. They were all big, strong, and street tough. If she dropped her guard, any one of them could take her down in a heartbeat.

  “Maybe I’ll lock you in that pillory, Jay-Ray,” she said. “See how you like being paraded around like a cheap piece of meat.”

  “Let’s find out whose justice will prevail, Ms T and A,” he said, then his dark eyes narrowed. “Get her!”

  All six drug pushers charged the tall, raven-haired super heroine. Ms Patriot charged them as well. But when they were separated by a mere five feet, she suddenly jumped up, flipped over them, and landed behind the angry pack.

  “Looking for me, scumbags?”

  “Yeah,” Jay-Ray cried, angrily rushing her.

  Ms Patriot remained motionless until the last second, then she spun around to the side, and lashed out with a red thigh-booted foot. She caught the unprepared pusher in the throat, flipping him completely over to land face first on the hard pavement. Then she used him as a springboard and leapt at the remaining five men. They were still gawking down at their leader when the sexy super heroine drove into them, fists and feet a blur.

  A single roundhouse took down Leon and Terrance, and a punch to the solar plexus felled Kareem. But then Dion grabbed her left wrist, while Herc punched her in the ribs. Then her arm was twisted painfully up behind her back, and Herc started using her tits as a punching bag.

  “Aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh! Sweet Justice, why must they always beat my breasts?” the super heroine cried, the pain intense. She kicked straight up, catching Herc in the chin. He fell back as she reversed her kick, and brutally drove a sharp stiletto heel into Dion’s shin. “I warned you. Justice will always prevail.”

  “We going to hurt you bad, bitch,” Terrance growled.

  Ms Patriot looked around. She’d hit every one of them hard. Super heroine hard. And every last one of them fell, but got right back up. They surrounded her, all in fighting stances, faces full of rage and fury.

  “You boys don’t know when to give up, do you?” she said, baby blues glowering at them with just as much anger.

  “That’s why we always prevail, Ms Cockcandy,” Jay-Ray sneered.

  Anger flashed across her super model gorgeous face. Ms Patriot lunged at Jay-Ray, changed tactic in mid-attack and swung a powerful right cross at his face. He ducked and pounded a fist into her ribs, then tripped her with a kick to her ankles. The sexy super heroine stumbled head first into the driver side door of the flatbed truck.

  For a second she sat on the ground, leaning back against the truck. The pushers were moving in, looking fierce and determined.

  “Sweet Justice,” she said, and dodged aside just a fraction of a second before Herc’s fist slammed into the side of the truck and caved in the door. Baby blues wide, she knew that would’ve been a disabling punch if he landed it. “Not fast enough, moron.”

  On her feet, she deftly ducked behind Herc as he turned to attack again. She kicked him in the back of the head, then leapt up and back flipped over Dion as he charged in. Unfortunately, the pushers were all shifting around so much, trying to get an attack avenue to her, that she’d lost track of everyone’s position. So she landed next to Terrance, who promptly pounded a hard fist into the small of her back, then smashed an uppercut to her chin.

  “Ugh!” she cried, falling back, arms wind-milling as she went. Jay-Ray and Leon came at her from different sides, too fast to defend against. Leon punched her in the belly, doubling her up, so that Jay-Ray’s more powerful kick sailed over her head. The kick probably would’ve put her down, so she counted her blessings. Only time she recalled being glad for a punch to the gut. “You are just making me angry.”

  She elbowed Leon in the face, then rabbit punched him. Jay-Ray wrapped his thick arm around her head, catching her in a head lock. So she pounded his cock and balls with three hard punches, forcing him to release her and stumble away whimpering.

  Herc was there in half a second, his right fist streaking towards her face. She caught his wrist, pushing his brutal strike up and away, then brought it back and around, forcing Herc’s arm up behind his back. Then Ms Patriot grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the bed of the flatbed, twice. He crumbled limply at her feet.

  “Kill her!” Kareem cried, charging in.

  Ms Patriot stepped forward, caught the raging pusher on her right foot, let her knee bend all the way to her belly, shifted her weight and thus forced the pusher off the ground by his own inertia, and thrust hard to send him flying over the truck.

  “Whoa. That looked cool,” Jay-Ray said. “Not as cool as my cock slamming up her tight ass while you are locked in that pillory, but pretty cool.”

  Herc and Kareem were down. Ms Patriot was glad for that, but if the fight lasted much longer, they would wake up and rejoin it. That was the problem with fighting so many at once. Heck, if the fight lasted too long, even she could be worn down and captured. Four angry, very violent drug pushers still faced her.

  Jay-Ray stood before her. Leon was two feet to his right, with Terrance beside him. Dion was to Jay-Ray’s left, with a two-foot length of pipe.

  Ms Patriot sighed. “When will you learn? Justice will be served. There is no escaping it.”

  “There is no escaping us, or our justice,” Jay-Ray said. “Get her.”

  Terrance and Dion both charged her. The shapely vigilante dropped into a defensive stance, waiting…waiting…waiting until the last second, then kicked out at Terrance’s face, ducked and spun low with a foot thrown out. Dion’s steel pipe whistled over her head, striking Terrance in the forehead, a second before her red booted foot kicked Dion’s feet out from under him. Ms Patriot grabbed the steel pipe, wrenched from his hand, and kicked him in the head.

  Dion and Terrance were down for the count. Just Jay-Ray and Leon to deal with.

  “I just lowered your odds for success, miscreants,” the busty beauty declared proudly. “Two against one. When the one is me, it is a one way ticket to jail. I suggest you surrender peacefully, and maybe I’ll put in a good word for you.”

  “You are too generous, slut,” Jay-Ray said.

  “Besides, Herc and Kareem are starting to wake up,” Leon said, pointing behind her.

  Ms Patriot glanced back. Herc was beginning to stir. She couldn’t see Kareem on the other side of the truck. But too late she realized her mistake. Rookie mistake, in fact. She allowed herself to be distracted, to take her eyes of her immediate foes.

  “Oofff!” she cried, Jay-Ray’s fist blasting the wind from her lungs when it smashed into her solar plexus. Then Leon’s fist hammered the side of her face, spinning her around. In desperation, she lashed out wildly with the steel pipe, until Leon caught her wrist, and hit the back of her hand so hard her fingers spasmed and released the pipe. Then Jay-Ray kneed her in the cunt. “Uuggh.”

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bsp; The super heroine dropped to her knees, intense pain radiating throughout her spectacular body. Jay-Ray and Leon began kicking her, in the head, chest, ribs, and hips. So she dropped and rolled…under the truck and to the other side.

  “You go around that way,” Jay-Ray cried, heading the other way.

  Ms Patriot rolled to a three point stand, then leapt up atop the bed of the truck. Then she ran to the end and dived off, plowing into Jay-Ray’s side as he rounded the corner.

  “Ugh,” he grunted upon impact.

  “Ooff,” she grunted, when they hit the ground and he was on top.

  They grappled and rolled, each tying unsuccessfully to get a good hold on the other. When they stopped rolling, Jay-Ray was on top, straddling her chest and holding her wrists down to either side of her head. She froze, locking eyes with him, still gasping for breath from the Jay-Ray’s earlier punch to the solar plexus.

  “Got you,” he said, leering down at her.

  Leon came running up, the steel pipe in hand.

  “Looks back,” she said, glancing right and left at his hands holding hers down. Then she smiled smugly up at him. “But I have super strength. Do you?”

  “Huh?”

  Ms Patriot forced her arms up with super human strength, broke his holds, and boxed his ears. Jay-Ray wailed in pain as she thrust him off. Leon arrived then and swung the steel pipe at her head. She rolled aside, onto her feet and kicked him in the face. As Leon stumbled back, the valiant vigilante vixen snatched the pipe from his hand, and turned on Jay-Ray. The pushers’ leader was stumbling to his wobbly feet, glaring murderously at her.

  “Ears ringing, miscreant? Good,” she said, before an ugly snarl claimed her beautiful face. “Now taste defeat. Justice is served!”

  Ms Patriot swung the steel pipe at Jay-Ray’s head. He kicked up desperately, caught her wrist, and parried the blow. Spinning completely around, he lashed out with a brutal backhand as she turned to confront him.

  “Ugh!” Ms Patriot grunted, head slapped to the side by the powerful blow.

  Then he came back with a right to the stomach, at left to the jaw, and an uppercut to the chin. Light-headed, Ms Patriot took a swing at his face, but he ducked and punched her twice in the gut, and another time in the cunt. Then he pulled the steel pipe from her weakened grasp, and hit her three times in the side of the head with it.

  Ms Patriot’s baby blues crossed, then rolled up, and she fell straight back. Unconscious before she hit the ground.

  “Ah, street justice is served,” Jay-Ray gasped out, exhausted and aching terribly. Looking around, he was the only one still standing. Leon was on one knee, shaking his head to be rid of the cobwebs. Herc was also on one knee, and the others were all stirring. “Now that was a fucking fight.”

  Jay-Ray walked over to Ms Patriot and grinned down at her. Victory over any super heroine was glorious, but when it was over Grimme City's most beloved heroine it was priceless. Their street reputations were set. Ms Patriot’s reign as the premier super heroine in Grimme City was over. And her crime fighting days were over, too. Forever.

  “Come on, Sweet Tits. We got lots more justice to mete out to your fat white ass,” Jay-Ray said, using his foot to force her over onto her belly. Then he removed her all important power belt, pulled out his switchblade, and CUT IT IN HALF. “No more super power for you.”

  Herc stumbled over just as Ms Patriot started to wake up.

  “Uuuggghh,” Ms Patriot groaned, starting to writhe prettily.

  “Put her in the pillory, Herc,” Jay-Ray said.

  “My pleasure,” the seven foot tall African American said. He grabbed a massive fistful of silky black hair, then jammed three thick fingers up her sphincter, and lifted her up. Ms Patriot’s baby blues flew open, with inarticulate animal noises coming from her. Then Herc threw her headlong up atop the flatbed.

  “Sweet Justice, I’ve been captured and depowered!”

  “Depowered forever,” Jay-Ray said, holding up the two halves of her power belt.

  “What have you done?!?” she cried, horrified. “You’ve destroyed it! You…you’ve destroyed ME!”

  “I know. Fucking great, ain’t it, bitch,” he said, smugly. “Consider it Justice Served.”

  Terrance and Herc climbed up onto the flatbed with her. She gawked at them, then at the pillory. They really were going to put her in that. Public display. Public humiliation.

  “You will all pay dearly for this,” Ms Patriot cried as Herc pulled her to her feet. Her head was forced into the slot for it, and then Terrance forced her wrists into the pillory, too, and held them tight while Herc lowered the top piece, locking Ms Patriot’s neck and both wrists in it. That left the sexy super stacked super heroine bent over at the waist, very erotically displayed. “If you don’t release me immediately, I’ll personally hunt you all down if it takes the rest of my life.”

  “Can you shut her up, Herc?” Jay-Ray said as he climbed up atop the flatbed.

  “Oh yeah. Watch this,” Herc said, pulling out a monster cock. He stepped up close to her head. At seven feet even, he was just tall enough her face was cock high to him. The towering African American pressed the head of his cock to her full, glossy red lips. “Suck my cock, whore.”

  Ms Patriot clamped her teeth together stubbornly. So Herc reached over and seized her index finger. “I’m going to count to three. If my cock is not tickling your tonsils, I’m going to break this finger and rip it off your hand. One…Two…Ahhhhhh.”

  Ms Patriot knew those men too well. No idle threats. They meant business, and were brutal and ruthless enough to do it. A broke finger could put her out of action for months. So, despite the bile rising up her throat, Ms Patriot opened wide and let his rank cock slip deep inside.

  “Good job, Herc,” Jay-Ray said, starting to pull Ms Patriot’s shorts down mile long legs.

  The sexy super heroine groaned miserably. She knew what that meant. It wouldn’t be a simple drive around Lower Saxony, showing off their battle trophy, humiliating her. Oh no, they would drive around displaying her as their battle trophy, while fucking her from both ends.

  Her belly was full of crazy butterflies. Intense heat and aching claimed her cunt, going deep inside. She felt her pussy getting moist, then wet. She fought the urge to rub her naked thighs together.

  The beat down left her light-headed, and losing her shorts didn’t help any. Worse, sucking on Herc's way too thick cock was almost all consuming, and also scrambled her mind. The taste, smell, and feel of cock always did that to her, especially when it was pumping in and out of her mouth. And the knowledge of what was about to commence, was almost too much for her libido to handle.

  “Mmmmggghhh,” she groaned. Slurp! Glkk! SLURP! “Hmmmggghhh.”

  Kareem got behind the wheel and started up the truck. Ms Patriot rolled her baby blues. The humiliation was starting. She hated the idea of all those people gloating, and cheering her fall, lecherously watching as her sacred body was violated repeatedly, incessantly by very evil men. And she knew without a doubt, no one would step forward to help her.

  SLURP! So hard to concentrate, to fight off the unholy urges and needs of her own, traitorous body, while they abused and debased her in every way imaginable. And she couldn’t help but imagine quite a few sexy, kinky scenarios.

  “Mmmmggggh. Hmmmggg. Ugh! Ugh!” she groaned, then grunted as she struggled to escape. All in vain, and she soon gave up. Slurp! Gulp! “Uuuummm.”

  “What a sweet ass, Ms Fuckmeat,” Jay-Ray said, caressing her ass cheeks lovingly, enjoying the satiny smoothness, the warm silkiness, and their enticing firmness. It felt so good to her. So good it frightened her. How could she defend against that? After a moment, his fingers slipped deep into her butt crack, and fingered first her sphincter, then her bikini waxed twat. “Hey, this super slut is sopping wet.”

  “Ugh! Uuggghh!” she screamed, wiggling her butt to try and fight him off.

  SLURP! SssssssssssSLURP!

  “What a raging
whore,” Dion sneered. He reached over and pulled off her bustier, exposing her dangling tits. He started pinching and pulling on her left tit, and shortly Terrance joined in on that particular fun on the other titanic tit. “Remember when we waylaid and fucked her last week? She wanted it.”

  “Fucking A right she did,” Herc said with a strained voice. “Damn, she’s sucking the shit out of my cock.”

  The truck moved out slowly down Lower Saxony once all of the pushers were on. Jay-Ray moved up behind the sexy super heroine, pulled out his cock, and pressed it up against her quivering cunt. He enjoyed the way her sweet round ass wiggled in anticipation of penetration.

  “Come one! Come all!” Leon cried through a megaphone. “See how the mighty fall!”

  Jay-Ray thrust deep into Ms Patriot’s cunt.

  “UUggghhhhhhh!” she groaned.

  “Ms Patriot! The Great! The Mighty! Yes, Freya's Champion has been captured!” Leon called. People were gathering along the street, like it was a parade. “Listen to the uptight, arrogant super heroine grunt and groan as the mighty Cock of Street Justice hammers her into submission!” People laughed, and the statuesque super heroine’s face flamed in shame. Her shame fueling her raging, out of control emotions. Her ardor burned deeper, higher, more intense because of it. The butterflies were burned away, leaving her filled with liquidy heat so intense it scorched her soul. “Ms Patriot INVADED our territory. Ms Patriot VIOLATED our customs and laws. Ms Patriot was SLAPPED DOWN for her transgressions! Ms Patriot now suffers her inglorious defeat! Ms Patriot is FEELING how we mete out Street Justice!”

  “Uugh! Ugh! Agh!” Ms Patriot grunted in time with Jay-Ray’s powerful thrusts, driving her wild, scrambling her weakening mind, loosening her self-control. She was at the very brink, and it took all of her strength and concentration to hold that climax at bay. “Agh! Uggh!”