by Don Ship
Erica was dressed in a brief leather micro mini, with dark fishnet hose and black stiletto knee boots. Her extraordinary rack was held enticingly in a black leather, silver studded halter. She wore a great deal of glittering diamonds, as usual.
"Out slumming?" Ms Patriot said, looking her spectacular body over disapprovingly.
"Dancing, if you must know," Erica said, trying valiantly to pull herself together. Ms Patriot backhanded her. "Ugh!"
"You dosed Jennifer Jade with Bliss, oh five or six months ago," Ms Patriot said, really more of a growl. "All of the super heroines went out looking for her. Patriot Girl found her being kept as a Bliss whore at Babe Bazaar."
"I heard. I laughed for a week," Erica said, her knees weak from the brutal backhand. Ms Patriot backhanded her again. "Uughh!"
Erica collapsed bonelessly at Ms Patriot's red-booted feet. The sexy super heroine took the opportunity to search Erica's limo. She found what she wanted in Erica's purse. A baggie of Bliss capsules. Taking the baggie, she seized Erica by her silky brown locks and dragged her to her booted feet. Then Ms Patriot dragged the whimpering mob boss of bosses into a trash-strewn alley in that raunchy red light district.
"Hello, boys," Ms Patriot said, grinning at the sixteen homeless men gathered around a fire in an old barrel. "When is the last time you boys fucked a really hot, beautiful woman?"
"What?" Erica cried.
Ms Patriot snapped a Bliss capsule under Erica's nose.
"Aaaaiiieee! Ooooh! God… Save… Aaagghh!" Erica cried wantonly. Then she groaned low and wantonly as she looked hungrily at the stunned men.
"Come check her out," Ms Patriot said, waving them over as she dropped Erica to fall to hands and knees. "She's a Bliss whore. She'll do anyone, any way, anywhere, and any time. And you boys are just what the lady needs and deserves."
As the hesitant men gathered around Erica, timid and close to bolting for cover, Ms Patriot started snapping capsules and dosing as many as she could, all the while holding her own breath. Then, when she couldn't stand to hold her breath any more, she hurried away.
"Have fun, boys," Ms Patriot called. "I'll talk to you later, Erica."
Ms Patriot found a high place to monitor Erica. She watched as the homeless men fucked that gorgeous woman for hours. They, of course, stripped her of diamonds and clothes right off. One of the men not dosed with Bliss made off with the diamonds. To the Champion of Justice's amusement, and divine justice, Erica recovered from the Bliss hours before the homeless men allowed her to leave. Ms Patriot was pretty sure Erica was enjoying herself as much, if not more, than the homeless men.
"Harlot," Ms Patriot sneered, and went home as Erica made good her escape wearing nothing but a single toe ring no one seemed interested in stealing.
Two days later, in Sugar Town, Ms Patriot leapt off a two-story building onto the hood of Erica's limo as it pulled up to the back door of a sleazy dance club she owned. Instead of one bodyguard, the mob boss had four, plus the chauffeur. This time, instead of kicking them stupid, the sexy vigilante tossed them around and one by one, dosed them with Bliss. Then, she gave Erica two capsules.
"Aaaagggghh!" Erica cried, climaxing like never before.
Ms Patriot watched as Erica's trusted bodyguards and chauffeur fucked her stupid on the hood of the limo, for hours and hours. Then, as they were recovering from the Bliss, she returned, and dosed Erica again. She once again took Erica away, and gave her to another band of homeless men. Sugar Town homeless men didn't need Bliss to jump on a beautiful woman. Ms Patriot watched that show for the rest of the night, then smiled when the homeless men SOLD her to the pimp of a rival mob boss. Watching Erica Sambino turning tricks, utterly miserable, was the sweetest sight Ms Patriot could imagine at that time.
Vengeance was sweet.
Chapter 4
Three days later, Ms Patriot was waiting for Erica when she entered her bedroom to go to bed. Erica was already dressed for bed, for her anyway, in a bright red silk robe that barely covered her shapely rump, and matching red stiletto pumps. Ms Patriot suspected she didn't have on anything beneath it. The Champion of Justice smiled smugly seeing her fear and dread.
"Had enough, Erica?"
"Yes," Erica said quickly. "Truce, okay?"
"Truce, but only long enough for you to perform a task," Ms Patriot said. "If you fail in this task, then you will truly know my wrath."
"Task?" Erica said warily.
"Because of you dosing Jennifer Jade with Bliss, my sexy sidekick was captured and sold to a Columbian drug cartel," Ms Patriot said, and ground her teeth at the thought. Then taking a deep breath, she continued. "You have to get her back for me, whether that means buying her, trading for her, or giving the head of the cartel a big wet kiss on the dick, I don't care. You have one week, then I will come after you again. And I won't be as nice as I've been recently." Ms Patriot put a piece of paper on the corner of Erica's vanity. "That is the number of the pager I'll be carrying. When you have Patriot Girl, call it and leave a number I can reach you at. I'll call and we'll arrange for her return to me."
"If I do this, then you will leave me alone?" Erica said. "I mean completely alone, as in never come after any Sambino Family operations again."
"I can't promise that."
"Then do your worst, because I won't save your precious Patriot Twat."
Snarling, Ms Patriot reached for Erica. The beautiful gangster blocked her red-gloved hand aside, then reached out and ripped off her strapless top. Ms Patriot backhanded her, sending Erica spinning across the room to fall on her bed, Ms Patriot's patriotic-themed costume top still clutched in her hand. Erica wasn't moving.
"Bitch," Ms Patriot snarled, stalking toward the beautiful mobster. Reaching for her stolen top, "Give it to me."
"Okay," Erica said, big brown eyes popping open and a sly smile spreading across her beautiful face. Then she jabbed the sharp stiletto heel of her red pumps straight into Ms Patriot's pussy. Her aim was perfect, striking the sensitive clit. "Take that."
"Ugh," Ms Patriot cried, doubling up and clutching at her abused clitoris. A second later she dropped to her knees as waves of intense pain washed through her shapely body. Then Erica reached down with both hands, grabbed both nipples, and twisted with all she had. "Yeeeoooww!"
"Lights out," Erica said, and head-butted the Champion of Justice. When that didn't take her out, Erica grabbed the brass lamp beside her bed and whacked her foe over the head. As Ms Patriot collapsed bonelessly at her feet, Erica rubbed the knot forming on her own head. "Ouchie."
Realizing the super heroine was already starting to recover, moaning and groaning, Erica pulled the long tie-belt off her robe and quickly bound the vivacious vigilante's wrists behind her back. Then she dragged Ms Patriot up atop the bed and turned to her nightstand.
"Oh, what? Where am I?" Ms Patriot groaned, then, "Sweet Justice, I've been captured!"
"Ah…duh," Erica sneered. "You super heroines sure like to state the obvious."
"Erica?!" Grimme City's Champion of Justice gasped, tugging in vain at the silken bindings securing her wrists. Then she saw the large, ten-inch black dildo in Erica's perfectly manicured hand. "Sweet Justice, it's HUGE! What are you going to do with that?"
"Oh yeah, super heroine types like to ask stupid questions too," Erica sneered. Then she smiled cruelly as she reached down and yanked Ms Patriot's costume bottoms aside. A sadistic, horny cast spread across her lovely face. "I heard super heroine minds are quite malleable once you are climaxed into submission and tamed. Any wild guesses on what I'm about to do?"
Erica pushed the thick, shiny black dildo in deep, stretching Ms Patriot's pussy out to the max. Ms Patriot groaned and arched her back, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.
"Huuuggghhhh," Ms Patriot groaned.
Every thrust was like a baseball bat to the head. Erica started out slowly, but increased the speed of her thrusts as the raven-maned beauty's pussy got slicker and slicker. The most amazing sensations r
ippled through Ms Patriot's oversexed body.
"Of course, I could just dose you with Bliss and you'd have a monster climax right off, and I could probably mold your little pea brain into anything I wanted. But what fun would that be?" Erica said, pulling the dildo almost back out, then shoving it in deeper. She paused to relish the moment, and said, "I absolutely adore the way that you stuck-up prudes of a vigilante cock teases are always so profoundly affected by sexual use and abuse. Despite all your yammering about being a superior woman, and being above sex, you are clearly oversexed and major horny. Of course, I might show some mercy if you submitted sweetly and swore on your sacred word of honor to be my slave forever."
Ms Patriot gasped. Shocked she'd even suggest such a horrid thing.
"Fuck you," Ms Patriot snapped, slightly ashamed of her language, but she was that angry with herself and with Erica.
"My thoughts exactly," Erica said, and started ramming the dildo in and out, in and out, as fast as she could do it. Her helpless victim gasped and grunted, cried out and panted. Suddenly, Erica paused and said, "I've also learned that your super powers are fueled by pent-up sexual frustrations, and just climaxing a super heroine depowers her." The mob boss thrust even harder and faster, while her other hand pulled Ms Patriot's hair, forcing her head way back. The heroine's body arched back almost painfully, while Erica's experienced eyes watched the telltale signs of growing arousal, and impending climax. And stopped just before she climaxed. "After I depower you and remove your precious belt, I'm going to dildo-lesbian fuck you stupid, completely break your will and tame you. I'm going to make you my BITCH, and then I'll unmask you. After that, I'll own you, body and soul."
"You won't get away with this outrage," Ms Patriot groaned. "I am the Champion of Justice, and my super heroine friends will avenge me."
"Ha-ha! You aren't even yammering about defeating me yourself, because you know I have defeated you. I have won," Erica crowed. She positioned herself over Ms Patriot's face, her shaven pussy, dripping with her needs and desires, a bare inch from the sexy super heroine's full red lips. Then she began pumping that monster dildo in and out of Ms Patriot's super-sensitive vagina. A moment later, she lowered herself down another inch, and her gorgeous prisoner began to lick and suck on her pussy. With amazing gusto and talent. "Whore."
Ms Patriot ignored her contemptuous words. Let her think what she wanted, but the vigilante vixen had a plan. A desperate plan, with little hope of success, but it was all she had. She attacked Erica's clit with gusto and enthusiasm.
If I can climax Erica, before she climaxes and tames me, then I still have a chance to escape, Ms Patriot thought, actually really enjoying the tastes, smell, and fleshy textures of Erica's snatch.
Ms Patriot despaired at how fast her body was changing, going from tingling to liquid heat. Ever since being Blissed out and forced to whore herself for months, her body hadn't responded as she would've liked.
Running her hot, wet tongue up and down Erica's hot, fragrant slit, she nibbled on the mobster's nether lips and clit, making the mob boss yip and grunt and writhe delightfully. Soon Erica was panting just as loudly as Ms Patriot, as they both squirmed and writhed sexily.
"You are so close," Erica said after a few minutes of incredible dildo stimulation. "Just submit and release it. Enjoy it. It'll be great."
I know, Ms Patriot thought. Dammit.
She redoubled her efforts to make Erica climax. The sexy mobster grunted and groaned. She was also at the brink. Then, just when Ms Patriot felt her resolve and will slipping away completely, Erica suddenly stiffened, and shuddered violently. Girl cum suddenly gushed into Ms Patriot's mouth and all over her beautiful masked face.
"Ooooh, Yeeeeeeesssssssssssssss!" Erica cried. But instead of stopping to savor her climax, the evil beauty started pumping that ginormous black dildo faster, deeper. She plowed into her captive with gusto. "My… Victory… Is… ComPLETE!"
"Aaaaaaagggghh!" Ms Patriot cried. Erica kept on thrusting, faster and faster. "Aaaagggghh! Sweet Justice, I beg you… Please stop! Aaaaggghhh!"
Erica continued on for another ten minutes, until she was too exhausted to continue. In all, she ripped nineteen climaxes from the sexy super heroine. She really wanted that twentieth, but was just too tired.
Climbing off the stunned and exhausted super heroine, Erica looked her spectacular body over with relish. She'd planned her revenge in minute detail. She would make Ms Patriot a Bliss whore for a couple months, then put her to work as a porn star. She wanted the whole world to see the legendary, the High and Mighty Champion of Justice brought low and debauched in the most bizarre, kinkiest ways imaginable. She wanted Ms Patriot on every porn site in the world. She wanted the name Ms Patriot to become synonymous with porn star and depraved sex acts.
"My vengeance is almost complete," Erica said smugly, covered in just as much sweat as Ms Patriot and breathing just as heavily. "Now for that pesky power belt."
Ms Patriot felt Erica reach up under the small of her back, unfasten the power belt without effort, and then pull the all important, golden belt away from her shapely body. All the sexy super heroine could do was moan miserably.
So close, Ms Patriot thought in despair. Now I am depowered and tamed. Helpless and in my greatest enemy's unmerciful hands.
"Stand up," Erica commanded.
Ms Patriot didn't move.
"You will obey my every command, or I will find one hundred men with ten-inch or better cocks, give you and them all Bliss, and let them have you," Erica said.
Ms Patriot froze, the vision of that nightmarish scene flashing through her vividly imaginative mind. Then she moaned in misery, and slid off the bed. She stood before Erica upon wobbly feet. After nineteen major climaxes, her legs were like rubber bands.
"Now what?" Ms Patriot said, holding her head high and trying to maintain as much dignity as possible. "You have defeated me. Though I am stronger, you have proven yourself more clever, more devious. Now what is to become of me?"
"Wow, a super heroine admitting someone is better at something than she is. Another miracle," Erica said.
Erica removed Ms Patriot's bottoms, and then took the opportunity to masturbate her new sex slave to three more climaxes with just a single finger. It took all of five minutes. She wanted to continue, but the vanquished vigilante vixen couldn't handle it anymore and dropped to her knees. From there, she made Ms Patriot eat her out through two more orgasms of her own.
As the Champion of Justice licked and nibbled Erica towards a third climax, Erica reached down and seized the edge of her blue mask. Ms Patriot's heart hammered, thundering in her ears. Unmasking would be the final nail in Ms Patriot's coffin. Erica knew Jennifer too well not to recognize her. When the mask came off, Erica Sambino would own Ms Patriot and Jennifer Jade. She would shortly afterwards take over the Jade billions. Everything that was Jennifer's would become Erica's. With her criminal empire empowered by Jennifer's financial, high-tech empire, Erica would become the most powerful woman in the world.
"Thank the Goddess," Ms Patriot said in a defeated sign.
"What?" Erica said, hesitating and suspicious.
"I was so afraid you would force me to unmask myself and hand you my mask," Ms Patriot said, and shuddered violently. "That would've been too humiliating, too emotionally devastating. It would've destroyed me in some deep, primal way I don't even want to think about."
"Really?" Erica said, her dark eyes lighting up. "But that's perfect! I want that."
"What? No, please. Have mercy on a miserable wretch," Ms Patriot cried, groveling at Erica's feet. She covered her mistress's naked thighs with kisses. "Please, just unmask me and get it over with."
"No, I give the commands here," Erica growled. "You deny me nothing. Understand?"
"Yes," she whispered, dropping her eyes submissively.
"Stand up, slave," Erica commanded. Ms Patriot struggled to feet, apparently so weak she could barely stand up. "Turn around."
Ms Patriot
turned around, and Erica quickly untied her wrists. The Champion of Justice licked dry lips as she rubbed her wrists. Turning around, she faced Erica, who was glaring daggers at her. Erica thrust out her hand.
"Remove your mask, and give it to me," Erica said imperiously.
The super shapely super heroine reached up with both hands and seized both sides of her mask as she stepped forward. She started to pull off the mask, saw how Erica's eyes locked on it, and then suddenly head-butted the sexy mobster.
"Ugh!" Erica cried, collapsing.
"There. Turnabout is fair play," Ms Patriot said, baby blues flashing.
Ms Patriot took Erica's silken robe tie and bound the mobster's wrists behind her back. Then she rolled Erica onto her belly, and used the rest of the tie to bind her wrists to her ankles. A minute later, Erica lay on her belly at Ms Patriot's feet, hogtied.
The Champion of Justice collected her costume, and quickly redressed. Unfortunately, the power belt was of no use to her at the moment. It would take time to build up enough pent-up sexual frustrations and tensions to power the belt properly. But she had time. More time than Lynda.
"Now, back to your task," Ms Patriot said. "Before we were so rudely interrupted." She smiled cruelly at Erica, who was looking utterly miserable. "You have one week. You know what you have to do. That is more than enough time to get Patriot Girl back, and if you fail, I'll know it was because you didn't want to help me. And I will come after you and yours with a bloody vengeance." She smiled sweetly. "Any questions?"
"No," Erica whispered. "I can get your precious sidekick back."
"Good."
"But," Erica said. "I have no motivation to do so, if you don't promise to leave me and the Sambino Family alone."
Ms Patriot frowned. That argument precipitated the fight that nearly cost her everything. If Erica was still insisting, then she was determined and meant it. The sexy super heroine realized she had no choice but to strike a deal with the devil in stilettos.
