Ms Patriot- Winner Takes All

by Don Ship

  MS PATRIOT: WINNER TAKE ALL

  (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)

  By

  Don Ship

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Rogue House Press on Smashwords

  Copyright 2014 by Don Ship

  Cover art by John Becaro

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  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within are either 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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  Ms Patriot: Winner Takes All

  (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)

  Ms Patriot paused in a pool of dim light. It was the darkest night she’d seen in months, with heavy cloud cover blotting out the moon and stars. There were few lights in the back streets and alleys of Grimme City’s most notorious red light district, Sugar Town. She listened, cocking her head.

  Nothing.

  The dim puddle of light brought out the rich red, white and blue of her skimpy American Flag inspired costume and glinted off her golden tiara. Her red thigh boots covered more skin than her bikini. Her strapless top was red and white vertical stripes, with a blue star-spangle pair of thonglike shorts. A shiny gold power belt rode sexily upon her well rounded hips. That belt made her a super heroine by giving her super strength, endurance, and healing, among other things, while a blue mask hid her secret identity. Red opera gloves and a gold choker finished out her super heroine costume.

  Intense baby blue eyes scanned the area as she listened breathlessly. Finally, her full red lips curled up into a smile and she flipped long lustrous black hair behind her shoulders before motioning her sexy sidekick up.

  The shorter young woman, a blonde also in a red, white and blue costume, silently moved up next to her. Patriot Girl smiled behind her plain blue mask, her full red lips and Ultrabrite smile bright in the dim light. Patriot Girl’s costume was an American flag themed bikini. The right side was blue with white stars, while the left was diagonal red and white stripes. Her high-heeled calf boots and opera gloves were red. A blue choker and golden power belt finished off her super heroine costume.

  “Much further?” Patriot Girl whispered.

  “No,” Ms Patriot whispered. “The meeting is going down around the corner, and in the lobby of the old Fitzgerald building.”

  Patriot Girl nodded, her silky blonde pigtails bouncing, hanging down to brush her shoulders.

  “We’ll show them, want we, Ms Patriot?” Patriot Girl whispered, blue eyes bright with youthful enthusiasm and admiration.

  It reminded Ms Patriot of why they were there in the first place. The police had written Sugar Town off. They suspended all patrols within Sugar Town, leaving any honest citizens still residing there to the not so tender mercies of the vile predators that ruled those mean streets. Ms Patriot had very publicly vowed to close down Sugar Town, to return its streets to the law abiding citizens of Grimme City. Then two days later, a reliable informant told her of a meeting of Sugar Town’s leading citizens, the movers and shakers, getting together to discuss how to fight her and Patriot Girl.

  If Ms Patriot wanted to close the illicit sex businesses within Sugar Town, she would have to start by shutting down, chasing away, or throwing in jail the very men and women about to meet in that abandoned building to plan strategy to defend against her. They were the leaders, the driving forces in Sugar Town. Some of them, like King Pimp, were almost forces of nature within their debauched domain.

  “That’s right, Patriot Girl,” Ms Patriot said. “We’ll show those naysayers in the Police Department and press, and show the wicked denizens of Sugar Town there is no fighting two determined superior women like us.”

  Ms Patriot led her protégé out of the pool of light and back into the Stygian darkness. They eased silently down the empty sidewalk, unseen and near blind from the darkness. The silence was deafening, until they reached the corner. Then they heard the soft voices of thugs on guard. On the other side of that building was a bright, neon lit street full of prostitutes, johns, and pushers.

  They eased up to a broken out window and peeked in. There were at least twenty men and women inside, mostly men. Ms Patriot spotted pushers and pimps, pornographers and madams. The notables included King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha, and Sara Amanda.

  Satisfied they had the right location, and all the principals were inside, Ms Patriot eased back and looked up and around. She soon found a busted out window on the second floor. Then with practiced ease, she dropped low and snapped her powerful legs straight, hurling herself straight at and into that missing window. Seconds later, Patriot Girl joined her inside the building.

  “Shhhhh,” Ms Patriot said, index finger across glossy red lips. “Listen.”

  They could barely make out the deep voices of the men below. They were not happy voices. The two masked vigilantes smiled in the dark, enjoying the sound of the distress and alarm their threat caused those evil men.

  The walls were stripped out of the building, with most of the discarded building materials scattered across the filthy floor. Ms Patriot led Patriot Girl, carefully picking their path. If they tripped or stumbled it would warn the men below, and they would escape her divine justice.

  The stairs were gone, but they found two openings where stairs once rose up inside the building. Ms Patriot stood next to one and Patriot Girl next to the other, with the criminals below and between them. Then grinning, the Freya's Champion stepped off into thin air and dropped through to the next floor down.

  “Halt!” Ms Patriot cried as her boots pounded into the bare concrete floor. She felt her massive boobs bouncing, and she felt as much as saw the men’s eyes drawn to her titanic tits. “Don’t move, miscreants.”

  “Ms Patriot!”

  “Not as dumb as you look, Kidd,” Ms Patriot sneered at the notorious pimp, The Kidd.

  The room was full of more of the top players than she originally thought. She saw pimps and brothel owners like King Pimp, The Kidd, and Mistress Tabitha, drug pushers like Jay Maul, Carlos Reyna, and Jasmine, and pornographers like Aaron Star and Sara Amanda. They were the top of the pile in that cesspit of humanity.

  “Game’s up, boys and girls,” Ms Patriot said, striking a super heroine pose — legs shoulder width part, right foot slightly forward and hands on those well rounded hips.

  “How do you figure that, Ms Annoying,” King Pimp said, his massive, muscle bound chest puffing up. He was a giant African American, standing six foot seven. His real name was Anthony Patrick, but he was the richest, most powerful of Grimme City’s pimps, so earned the street name King Pimp. He quickly began using that nickname exclusively. “You are ten times stronger than a man, but we have way more than ten men here. So I think your game is up, Sweet Tits.”

  “Hey, that MS Sweet Tits to you, miscreant!” The Kidd shouted, breaking everyone up in laughter.

  “You’re not as funny as you think, Kidd,” Ms Patriot said. “I suggest you surrender, then line up with your hands behind her heads.”

  “And then what?” King Pimp asked.


  “And then I will march the lot of you straight out of Sugar Town and to the nearest police station,” she said. “I want to show the denizens of Sugar Town that their day has ended, and it’s time for them to find new ways to earn a living.”

  The miscreants began moving toward the sexy super heroine. Ms Patriot just maintained her pose and raised one raven wing eyebrow haughtily. It was obvious they didn’t care for her plan. She didn’t think they would. Soon, they were arrayed before her in a tight semi-circle. The fifteen men and five women were three deep around her.

  “I’m not so easily intimidated, miscreants,” Ms Patriot sneered. “This is your last warning. Surrender peacefully, or suffer the consequences.”

  King Pimp was directly in front of her. He was by far the largest, strongest, and most intimidating. To his right was The Kidd, one of the most brutal pimps in Sugar Town. And to King Pimp’s left was Carlos Reyna, a vicious pusher and former golden glove boxer. They were the three immediate dangers. Take them out, and the others would fold quickly thereafter.

  “We’re only going to give you one chance to submit, Ms P-hole,” King Pimp said rather too smugly for the legendary super heroine. “And since we have a twenty to one advantage, you would be wise to seriously consider it, too.”

  “And just what would be the end result if I submitted to you?”

  That brought a wicked smile to all of their faces.

  “We’ll put you right to work, peddling that sweet ass of yours,” The Kidd said, looking her up and down appreciatively.

  “Ooo, problem,” Ms Patriot said, scrunching up her nose. “Superior women don’t prostitute themselves. And I’m queen of the superior women. The Freya's Champion, Ms Patriot. No can do, dickbreath.”

  “Then it won’t go well for you, Ms Stupid Cunt,” The Kidd growled.

  They started to move at her, but she held up her red-gloved hand and they halted.

  “Just one more point I’d like to point out,” she said smugly. “You say you have a twenty to one advantage, calculating in my super strength, speed, and endurance that gives you a two to one advantage. If I were here alone. I'm not. Patriot Girl!”

  At that Patriot Girl dropped through the hole in the ceiling behind them. Her stiletto heels striking the hard concrete sounded like a rifle report in the dead silence. The men and women all spun around in fear of a rear attack. Patriot Girl smiled smugly at their startled faces, then wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Surprise! Its little ole me, here to kick serious sleazeball butt,” the gorgeous blonde said in the sweetest little girl voice. Then her voice dropped two octaves and her blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “Who wants to be first?”

  While they were distracted, Ms Patriot thrust kicked King Pimp in the lower back, thrusting him violently forward. The huge pimp lost his balance and he fell heavily at Patriot Girl’s booted feet. Their glorious leader down, the others just gawked at him, Patriot Girl, and Ms Patriot.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Ms Patriot said. “Let’s round them up, Patriot Girl!”

  “Let’s go, Ms P!”

  Patriot Girl stepped up onto King Pimp’s back just as he was pushing himself back up. He was pushed back down, grunting painfully. She laughed as she charged the stunned Sugar Town riffraff. Ms Patriot grinned at the sight of the self-proclaimed King of Pimps trodden underfoot. He was finally learning his place in society.

  The Kidd turned and charged Ms Patriot. She caught his right cross easily, and flipped him over her hip. Then she stepped forward and KO’ed Mistress Tabitha.

  “Now that punch felt good!” Ms Patriot cried, her booted foot placed deep inside the redheaded dominatrix and madam’s impressive cleavage.

  “Bitch!” Carlos Reyna cried.

  Ms Patriot turned, but too late. The big pusher was on her. And he proved why he was a former Golden Glove champion. His first punch struck her left tit in the side, sending intense pain ripping through her shapely body as the boob bounced and jiggled.

  “Aaaiieee!” she cried, stumbling backwards. Then she tripped over The Kidd and fell straight back onto her sweet round rump. “Yikes!”

  Meantime, Patriot Girl stood surrounded by Sugar Town slimeballs. Her red booted feet were a blur as she kicked the crap out of pushers, pimps, and porn lords. Every one of those men and women she and Ms Patriot had thrown in jail at least three times. Then two things caught her attention, in different directions. First, she saw the pornographer/porn actress Sara Amanda pull a brown bottle of chloroform from her purse, then she turned to warn Ms Patriot and saw her trip over The Kidd.

  “Ms Patriot!” she cried.

  Patriot Girl rushed towards her mentor. As she shoved and dodged the men and women trying to grab her, the sexy sidekick saw Ms Patriot kick Carlos’ feet out from under him and roll back to her feet. Then someone grabbed the blonde bombshell’s long left pigtail.

  “Oh! Let go, miscreant!” she cried, being jerked back to a stop.

  Patriot Girl turned and tried to backhand the foul man holding her pigtail. But he ducked and then caught her left arm under his arm.

  “Let go before I — ” Patriot Girl growled, but was interrupted.

  “Or what, Crybaby Girl?” a scantily clad blonde said, then sprayed pepper spray in the shapely super heroine protégé’s face.

  “Yeeooww!”

  Someone grabbed her right arm and held on tight. Then someone real strong punched her in the solar plexus. All of the air in her lungs exploded out. A second later, before she started sucking in more air, Sara Amanda arrived and pressed a chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Patriot Girl knew exactly what was happening. In fact, it seemed to be moving in slow motion. But she couldn’t control it or stop her natural reactions.

  Patriot Girl sucked in a big double lungful of chloroform.

  “Hmmmmm,” she groaned into the cloth.

  “Sleep tight, Fuck Meat Girl,” Sara Amanda whispered in her ear, then stuck her hot, wet tongue into her ear. “I’m going to make a fortune turning you into a porn star.”

  “Mmmmmmm!” Patriot Girl screamed weakly.

  The chloroform was working a number on Patriot Girl very fast. Susceptibility to chloroform was one of the few problems women with the Valkyrie descended women suffered, and most women with the oomph necessary to put on masks and costumes had that gene. Everything was spinning out of control, and she was starting to get tunnel vision. The black sides kept moving in, threatening to take her down and leave her utterly helpless.

  Ms Patriot, help me please, she thought.

  Then the blackness enveloped her.

  While this was happening, Ms Patriot was kicking miscreant butt. After being taken down so easily a few minutes before, she was in a rage. The legendary Freya's Champion was showing no mercy.

  “EVERYONE….STOP!” King Pimp shouted.

  Strangely, the others obeyed instantly. Ms Patriot was surprised. Sugar Towners were not known for their ability to follow orders. Then a path parted between her and the leader of Grimme City’s pimps. Ms Patriot’s jaw dropped at what she saw.

  “No!”

  King Pimp stood next to Patriot Girl. Her beautiful protégé was unconscious and being held up by two men, one on each arm. He reached out and cupped one of her large tits, and gave it a squeeze.

  “Nice, firm, young titty meat,” King Pimp said, grinning victoriously. “I find that superior women make superior whores. Now, submit or we’ll start doing bad, bad things to Patriot Bimbo here.”

  “No,” Ms Patriot said. “Let her go, or I will really do bad and painful things to you. I’ve been holding my punches up until now. My super strength is such that I could kill you if I hit you too hard. But if you touch one hair on her head, I will attack you and everyone else with the full strength of my fury.”

  “I can do a lot of really nasty things to poor little Patriot Girl before you got to me, Ms Patriot-tits.”

  The Kidd charged her at that time. In her rage, Ms Patriot seized him a
nd threw him twenty feet through the air and through a wall. The other villains looked very impressed. Some looked like they wanted to run. King Pimp, however, was not impressed. He simply reached out and yanked Patriot Girl’s top off, exposing her boobs. And a spectacular set of tits she had, too.

  “I’m going to rip your head off!”

  Ms Patriot started toward him, baby blues burning with wrath.

  King Pimp reached up and grabbed the edge of Patriot Girl’s mask.

  “Wait!” Ms Patriot cried, stopping suddenly. Icy fear gripped her heart. “Don’t!”

  “Hmmm, is the legendary Ms Superior Stuck-up ready to talk?” King Pimp said, grinning. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. “Well?”

  “Okay, I’ll talk,” she said reluctantly. His hand stayed on Patriot Girl’s mask, though. “What do you want? What do I have to do for you to release Patriot Girl?”

  “Now that is the correct question. What must you do?” he said. Ms Patriot’s beautiful, masked face became grim. It wasn’t going to go well for her, of that she was sure. But she had to save Patriot Girl. “And the answer is very simple, as is the task you must perform.”

  “What task?”

  The others seemed as dumbfounded as she was at the mention of a task to be done. He had her over a barrel, the logical thing for him to do was manipulate her and the situation until he had both women in his evil clutches. She had every intention of outmaneuvering him, to outwit him, but this mention of a task completely blindsided her.

  “You must prove you are a superior woman,” he said. She raised one perfect black eyebrow as she listened. “You must leave now, and walk out of Sugar Town. If you can get out of Sugar Town without being tamed, then I will believe you are a superior woman and give Patriot Girl back to you.”

  “Agreed!” she said, smiling smugly.