by Don Ship
"You heard her. Ms Patriot wants release," the eighty year old said. He dropped to his knees behind the kneeling, bent over super heroine. Then he pulled her shorts down to her knees, and pulled out his engorged cock. "For the Queen's love!"
"Yeeeooooowwww!" Ms Patriot cried, impaled on an eighty year old cock.
The bank manager seized her by the hair atop her head, and jerked her head back. The old man started pumping into her pussy. Together they forced a tiny "Oooh" from her full red lips. Then the bank manager cupped one of her perfect, white globes and gave it a squeeze.
"The Queen said to show her the meaning of love and obedience," he said, locking eyes with the sexy super heroine. "We'll start with love."
"Wait. Don't I recall anything about obedience! Wait, what are – Mmmm!" she cried, suddenly finding herself being kissed deeply and passionately. Two other ensorcelled men knelt to either side of the vanquished vigilante and started mauling her naked tits lustfully. "Uuummmm!"
The kissing, fondling, and fucking quickly got her overheated. It was hard to breathe and her heart hammered. Within a couple of minutes her body started to change, to become more sensitive and responsive. She grunted and groaned as the fire of her libido slowly began to flame up hotter and hotter.
"Ooouuugghhh," the old man cried, releasing his seed quickly. "Oh, that felt good."
Ms Patriot's breath caught. It was such a turn-on when a man came inside her. Her head felt numb, sluggish. The bank manager forced his tongue into her mouth, refusing to give up her lips. And those two guys sucking on her tits and sensitive nipples were driving her body crazy. The most amazing ripples of pleasure flowed through her.
Another patron replaced the old guy. He was much bigger than the old man. His penetration stretched her wider than she'd ever experienced before. Then the bank manager released her lips, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Feels…too good, she thought, trying to keep a clamp on her libido. She was painfully reminded her super strength and endurance was directly related to the amount of sexual frustration and tension her body had built up. Must…fight…them. Can't let…uh…them clim…max me…oh, so hard.
The second man came inside her pussy really fast, just when it was starting to really feel good for her. The feel of his convulsing, cum spewing cock pushed her right up to the edge. Her shapely, treacherous body needed to climax desperately. It was so hard to stop herself. Her whole body was trembling violently due to suppressing that powerful orgasm. She thought she'd fueled her power belt for a year with that one.
Then she heard it. Sirens. Coming closer.
Sweet Justice, I'll be humiliated, Ms Patriot thought. The Police would love to finally rescue her for once. And the fact she was being gang banged would be the icing on the cake for that group of testosterone clowns. But they can save me before these idiot men climax me. If they HURRY.
Ms Patriot's voluptuous body was fully aroused. Her libido was firing on all drives. The third man mounted her shapely body from behind, pushing deeply with the first stroke. Her back arched and she groaned sensuously.
Must. Not. Climax, she thought desperately, even as her ability to think melted away. Every time she climaxed, some of her pent up sexual frustrations were lost. Her belt was fueled by those frustrations. Climax hard enough, for enough times, then she would be depowered. Goddess protect. I'm not strong enough.
"Look at her sucking that cock," one of the men said.
Ms Patriot was shocked. She was sucking. Not just letting him fuck her mouth, she was actively sucking his dick. Then, before she could sort out how that happened, and why she hadn't noticed, he climaxed. Her cheeks ballooned, full of hot cum.
"Uuumm," she groaned, eyes rolling up as the taste exploded in her mouth and she lost it. The police charged in at that moment, guns draw. The men parted, opening a line of sight from them to her, giving them a perfect side-on view of Ms Patriot on her knees, with one man fucking her from behind and another in the process of coming in her mouth. And the orgasm hit her, like a brick between the eyes. "Aaaaaaggh!"
"It's…it's Ms Patriot giving a BJ!" a cop cried.
"And taking it up the ass," another said.
Their radios cracked and popped with static, then a tinny voice exclaimed, "Say what? You caught Ms Patriot, as in the Champion of Justice Patriot? Having sex?"
"Ten-four that!"
"Wahoo! Take pictures!"
"Pigs," she muttered as the bank manager pulled out, a thick rope of creamy cum stretching between her slightly parted red lips and the head of his cock. Without thought Ms Patriot rolled her tongue around his dickhead and took it all into her mouth, and swallowed. The cops' eyes almost bugged out. "Sweet Justice, I'll never live this one down."
Moments later, every cop outside had rushed in to see for themselves, and every cop within ten miles was heading for that bank. Of course, no one moved to help her until after the third man behind her had cum inside her. Then, and only then, did they seem to realize she was handcuffed.
Their tactical sergeant, of course, apologized profusely, but she noted his painful looking hard-on tenting his trousers. She gave her report and staggered to her car and left.
"You will pay dearly for that outrage, Queen of Hearts," Ms Patriot growled. "You haven't seen the last of me."
~**~**~
Sugar Town. Corner of Anita and Cox. The Crazy Hearts Brothel.
The Queen of Hearts was holding court on the first floor when someone familiar entered her presence. Andrew Wessel was six foot four, stocky, strong, but with a growing paunch. He wasn't an attractive man by any measure, and what dwelled within his heart was even uglier. Yet, the forty-five year old man was a cop. Vice Cop. Indeed, he was the Chief of Vice.
She looked to the side and a beautiful nineteen year old socialite quickly stepped up and held her mirror, so the gorgeous sorceress could check her makeup. Perfect. As always. The blonde socialite holding the mirror gazed upon her mistress with adorning blue eyes.
"You are very beautiful today, Autumn," the sorceress purred, caressing Autumn Moore's soft cheek with the back of her fingers. The media empire heiress purred with pleasure. She wore a pink dog collar, pink opera gloves, pink thong, and pink thigh boots. Nothing else, but silver jewelry – hoop earrings, bangles on her left wrist, a diamond navel ring, and three chains between her newly pierced nipples. "I think pink is your color, sweetheart."
"Thank you, mistress," Autumn said all breathy. "I only live to please you."
"As you should, sweetie," she said, smiling. She glanced at the approaching vice cop. "How do you feel about Chief Wessel?"
Autumn glanced at The Weasel. Her beautiful face screwed up in distaste. She might be bewitched, but she still possessed all of her memories. She recalled that disgusting man. She'd dealt with him a number of times in her secret guise of Silver Girl. She could only think of one encounter where he didn't make an obscene proposition to her, and he was always leering at her body, especially her breasts.
"I think Wessel the Weasel is a repulsive man. I despise him, mistress."
"No, you love him, sweetie," the Queen said. Autumn gasped, her eyes half closed and her glossy, full lips parted slightly as that love consumed her shapely young body. "You will do anything for him."
"Yes, mistress. I love him so much."
"I thought so," she said, and laughed. "I will give you to him. Make sure he feels the love, my pretty."
"Oh, I will, mistress. I will. I promise."
Chief Wessel approached the notorious sorceress warily. She was usually all bright smiles and sexual innuendo, but she had a temper, too. It was never good to get on the Queen of Hearts' bad side.
As he walked through the Crazy Hearts main salon, he looked left and right. It was full to the bream with young, sexy women. Most were college girls, earning their tuition in the brothel. As it should be, he believed. He thought as a whole, young women were too uppity. Every year they got worse. Damn women libbers.
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ef Wessel smiled. He knew that every single one of those young beauties had been bespelled. None of them truly chose to be whores, brothel hookers. The Queen made them her whores with magic. Like himself, she thought those stuck up beauties needed to be shown their place.
Best of all, they were the spoiled rotten daughters of the rich and powerful of Grimme City High Society. The Mayor's beautiful redheaded daughter, Yvette, was his favorite. He had fucked her several times. The Chief of Police's hot little, dark haired daughter, Heather, was there. He'd had her many times, too. There was that super rich, media mogul, Annette Moore, whose local paper constantly berated him and called for his dismissal, well, he heard her daughter was now there, too. Autumn Moore.
All the women there were bewitched, and he believed, all the men guarding and working there were bewitched as well. The Queen liked to ensure her servants were absolutely loyal. It kinda scared him. He didn't want to be enchanted like that. Only his position as Vice Chief saved him, he believed. He was useful to her.
He slowed as he approached her throne. The Queen of Hearts was gorgeous beyond compare. She was super heroine gorgeous, in fact. He loved her sexy little, very skimpy costume. So sweet and sexy.
"Hello, Chief Wessel," she said, her melodic voice setting off butterflies in his belly. He barely noticed the beautiful blonde in all pink standing next to her, her radiance was that awesome. He idly wondered if it was magic magnifying her beauty and sexual appeal. "What do we owe the pleasure of this visit? Is that nasty old Police Commissioner being mean to you again? Are you here to fuck his daughter as revenge? Again."
"No," he said, but thought about fucking the Commissioner's pretty daughter. She squealed pretty like when he shoved it up her tight ass. "It's Ms Patriot."
The Queen of Hearts was instantly focused on him. What did he know about that most legendary of Grimme City's super heroines? She'd dealt with the Champion of Justice once, already. Very delightfully, in fact, though she doubted the thoroughly reamed and debauched super heroine would agree. But if Ms Patriot was foolish enough to want to tangle with her again…well, she had a place for her.
"What about the self-styled Champion of Justice?"
"Oh boy, what you did to her! Wow!" he crowed with delight. "I just barely made it to the bank in time to see her before they made those men stop fucking her. God, she was covered in cum and all dazed and confused. How I wanted to throw her down and fuck her myself. Everyone did. It was glorious seeing her taken down and LAID low."
The Queen of Hearts smiled.
"Yes, reports said she was quite orgasmic and responsive to male attention," the Queen said, smirking. That was probably the worst part for the proud super heroine, that everyone knew she enjoyed it. Unfortunately, despite the chief's words, the sorceress thought the sexy super heroine got off light. The police arrived much too quickly. "I was quite amused to learn of her inner slut."
Truth was, Ms Patriot was a descendant of the Valkyrie, so was in part a magical being like the sorceress. Indeed, the Queen of Hearts was an Amazon, and both Valkyrie and Amazons were considered demi-gods. While Valkyrie were extraordinarily strong and determined, fearless and unflappable, they were also secretly hyper sensitive to sexual stimulation. It was their greatest weakness.
A weakness the Queen of Hearts was uniquely blessed to exploit.
"Everyone was," Chief Wessel said, eyes hard and dark. They had history, him and Ms Patriot. She'd almost got him kicked off the force several times, and she ruined his highly respected career many years ago. One day, he would have his vengeance. "We all knew she was a repressed whore, what with her wearing that skimpy costume to taunt everyone with her body and all."
"Is that all?" the Queen of Hearts said.
She was already bored with him. He hadn't really given her anything she didn't already know. Yet, he was coming to her with information, so needed to be rewarded.
"Yeah," he said. He hesitated, looking at her with a bit of worry, and spread into a nasty smile. "But, if you ever enchant her, or capture her with enchanted men, let me know. I want to get a piece of that action."
She smiled knowingly. "Consider it a deal." She indicated the blonde next to her. "This is Autumn Moore. Please accept her generous sexual favors as a gift from me, in appreciation of your loyal service."
"Annette Moore's daughter? Fucking A!" he cried, mouth watering as he looked that tasty morsel over. "What a beauty. Nice set of tits, hot ass…my kinda bimbo slut."
"Then enjoy. Autumn, please ensure Chief Wessel thoroughly enjoys his time with you. Deny him nothing."
"Yes, mistress. My pleasure," Autumn said, stepping off the raised dais, her big tits jostling enticingly before the lusty Vice Chief. "Master, I am yours."
~ ** ~ ** ~
Valentine's Day, early evening. Sugar Town…
Ms Patriot was furious. Livid, in fact. The police and media were no help, yammering on and on about her "failure." About her being captured and “compromised.” The wife of one of the Queen of Hearts victims, who was magically compelled to capture and fuck Ms Patriot, was suing MS PATRIOT for alienation of affections! The nerve! How could anyone believe it was her fault that the Queen of Hearts enchanted their husband and set him upon her, and believe the sexy super heroine was guilty of alienation of affections?
The way the courts were, she'd probably lose the case.
It wasn't all bad, though. While recovering, recouping all of her pent up sexual frustrations to fuel her power belt again, she'd been keeping track of the Queen of Hearts illicit activities. She'd guessed correctly which bank she'd strike next every time. She told the police where to expect her next job, but they ignored her as usual.
Idiot men!
"Its better this way," Ms Patriot said, adjusting her golden tiara, then tugging her gloves snugger. "This way I can personally take this false queen down, and redeem my tattered reputation."
The stunning super heroine had learned her lesson. Banks were full of men. Men were mentally weak, so susceptible to her charms and magic. So Ms Patriot waited outside of a bank, let the sexy bank robbing vixen rob it, then followed her back to her hideout. No surprise, she went straight to a brothel in Sugar Town, called Crazy Hearts.
The brothel was a five story former hotel. It used to be a hooker hotel, where streetwalkers took their johns. The police seized and auctioned it off, after Ms Patriot, Purple Avenger, and Uber Woman raised a ruckus and tore the place up a couple times, got the media involved and all. It took a lot to get the police to do anything within Sugar Town. Thanks, in large part, to Chief Wessel, head of Vice.
Apparently the Queen of Hearts was the new owner, and she'd taken the next step in debauchery and turned the building into an official brothel. Again, the police had done nothing about it. But she would. The Crazy Hearts Brothel was about to go out of business.
"Once again, the Vice Department is off duty," Ms Patriot sneered. "What a bunch of idiot clowns they are. They are making a joke of justice in Grimme City. It's their chief, Wessel the Weasel. After the Queen of Hearts is taken down, I'm going after the Weasel. He has got to go."
Ms Patriot liked the idea of charging in the front door and ripping the place apart, chasing away all the johns in the process, but she had to be careful. The evil sorceress has shown she can and will enchant innocent men to do her dirty work, and Ms Patriot absolutely could not hurt those disgusting men. They might be johns, but she was in enough hot water over the whole bank debacle. So she'd have to sneak in the back and surprise the Queen of Hearts, and take her down before she could enchant any nearby men.
Ms Patriot had no fear of being enchanted herself. If the Queen of Hearts could enchant her, she would've that first time. Who wouldn't want her, Ms Patriot, the Champion of Justice, as an abject love slave? No brainer there. Besides, in the banks she ONLY enchanted the men. The women were never affected by her magic. So the Queen of Hearts' magic was very one-sided.
Ms Patriot smiled smugly, knowing she was perfectly safe.
The vigilant vigilante moved into the alley behind the Crazy Hearts Brothel. It was dark and dirty. Only a single bulb was lit above the back service door. The door was unlocked. Ms Patriot smiled as she slipped inside. She found herself in the brothel's kitchens. She never understood why brothels and strip joints had kitchens, since they were better off serving booze to get the johns drunk and willing to part with more and more money.
Strangely, the entire kitchen staff was young men. They all looked college age and well-groomed. She wondered if the Queen staffed the whole brothel with enchanted men. It could be a problem once the enchanted men realized her objective was to take away their beloved Queen of Hearts. At the moment, the young men just stared at her.
"Hello, boys. Carry on. Just passing through," Ms Patriot said, and hurried through the kitchens.
She stopped just outside the kitchen doors, and surveyed the scene before her. It was the largest gathering of gorgeous young women she'd ever seen. And they were no skanky whores, either. She recognized a dozen young socialites within the group of scantily clad beauties selling their bodies.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" a burly man in all black said. He was obviously a bouncer.
"I heard there was an ass-kicking party going on here, and came to kick your butt, miscreant," she said.
"It's Ms Patriot!" he called. "She's after the Queen!"
Bouncers charged her from all directions. The sexy super heroine grabbed the first bouncer's wrist when he took a swing at her, then flipped him over her hip and into two more bouncers charging in. Three men were left in a moaning, groaning heap at her booted feet. She smiled smugly at the others as they slowed down.
She shook her head woefully. It was obvious these men were not enchanted. They did consider their physical safety. The super stacked super heroine didn't have a problem with kicking the butts of men serving evil of their own free will. In fact, they deserved to have their butts whipped, and good. And she was just the superior woman to do it.