Ms Patriot: Biggs Bimbos (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series)

by Don Ship

  "Aaaaaiiiiieeeee! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhh!" Annette cried, and dropped to her knees. The redhead straddled the oversexed beauty's face, and Annette reached out with her tongue without thought. "Mmmmggggghhhhh."

  The three super sexy babes went at each other like oversexed minxes for the next hour, until all of their shapely bodies were shiny with sweat. Then with a signal from him, the strippers guided Annette to hands and knees, and prompted her to crawl to him.

  "Good girl, Annette," Ebenezer sneered. "Now, take care of your daddy like a naughty girl should."

  "Mmm," she said, unzipping him and pulling out his hard cock. She took it in hand, giving his a firm squeeze and a couple strokes. Then she looked up into his eyes and gave that cock head a firm lick. "You're going to give me my daughter?"

  "Yes!"

  "Then I'll give you what you want," she said, opened wide and gobbled him down. "Hhhhhggghhhhhh."

  Annette Moore, one of Grimme City's richest, most respected citizens, sucked and slurped on that cock. She licked and sucked on it like a popsicle. She licked, nibbled and sucked on his balls. She showed Ebenezer that she gave the best oral of anyone, period. And to his credit, Ebenezer held out a good twenty minutes before he creamed her eager mouth, whereupon she swallowed every drop and stroked his cock hard to squeeze out a few more drops.

  "Oh!" she cried, as Ebenezer surprised her by pulling her up into his lap, and expertly impaling her upon his still hard cock. "Oh, Ebenezer!"

  The super sexy babe rode him hard and long, climaxing six times before he finally came inside her. Then she was spun around on his lap, and his cock shoved up her poop chute.

  "I thought...uughh…I thought you…were…too…ugh…too old for this!"

  "Ha! Bitch, I'm an old pro," Ebenezer sneered. "I can fuck your sweet ass all damn night."

  "Uuuuuggggggghhhhh!" she cried.

  "Nice one, Annette," Hank Biggs said from her right side. He held up some photos of her fucking and being fucked, of her pole dancing. "This is to teach you to leave me and my brother alone. Do what you're told for the rest of the day and night, and we'll let you go. If you attack us in your paper again, we'll release the photos and videos of your day of debauchery."

  "Monster," Annette gasped out. Ebenezer was still fucking her up the ass. Hank copped a feel of her bouncing boobs. She didn't object. She had no choice. The beautiful blonde glanced over her shoulder at Ebenezer. "Autumn?"

  "I haven't the foggiest idea where she is," he said, and laughed. "I was just doing this rather delightful job for the brothers. I've wanted to fuck you for years."

  "All for nothing," she whispered, a pair of tears rolling out of her big hazel eyes. Then she looked up at Hank's leering face. "What must I do?"

  "You will work all day here stripping, giving lap dances, and fucking whomever Ebenezer tells you to fuck," Hank said. "Problem with that?"

  "Yeah, big problem with that," Annette said, voice filled with bitterness. "Do I have a choice?"

  "Nope."

  "After I finish tonight?" she asked.

  "Leave us along."

  "Deal."

  The club opened at that time. Since they were late opening, there was a small crowd of regulars impatiently waiting. They forgot all about their aggravation when they saw there was a new girl. A very hot and beautiful blonde.

  Annette did as told. She stripped and lap danced until noon. Then Ebenezer started pointing out unsavory men to have sex with. Worse, she had to ask for money first. Annette started turning tricks. By three in the afternoon she didn't give it a second thought. And at ten that night, Hank showed her video of her turning tricks.

  "Welcome to the Biggs Bimbo stable of High Society whores," Hank said.

  "W-What? B-B-but you said…," she stammered.

  "I lied. Don't you hate it when that happens?" Hank said, and laughed. "But you won't be alone. You'll be joining Tammy Thomas, Tanika Grayson, Ashley Vanderholm, and other rich, stuck up society bitches on the streets of Sugar Town."

  Annette had no choice. She had to agree to be the Biggs Brother's newest hooker and call girl, part time at night, or they would utterly destroy her. So at ten that night, Annette was taken from Crazy Sexxxy and put to work on the streets of Sugar Town, under Tanika's tutelage.

  * * * * *

  Two weeks later. Noon at a fashionable restaurant…

  Annette took a sip of her wine. "What did you do last night?"

  The gorgeous, hazel eyed media mogul wore a scarlet silk dress, daringly cut, and only tied to her shapely body by a single diamond broach at her waist. Hank had ordered her to wear it that day, because that morning she had a call girl job at the Royal Arms. Her john had been her late husband's best friend. The rancid taste and stench of his cock and balls lingered in her mouth and nose.

  Tanika was in court that day, so was free from Hank's mercenary manipulations. She wore a gray wool suite jacket and matching skirt, dark hose, and black stiletto pumps.

  "I worked Cummins last night, so fucked mostly Sugar Town locals, mostly poor, ill-washed, and eager to fuck the prosecutor that sent them up the river," Tanika said, grimacing. "Some fucking frat boys hired me around ten, and fucked me stupid ten times over in a back alley. Yeah, they had a grand ole time corn-holing me until the wee hours."

  "Ouch," Annette said. "I worked a bachelor party down on South Shore. Good neighborhood, nasty, kinky men. Mostly they spanked me."

  They sat in silence a long moment, both beauties lost in their own thoughts and inner turmoil. Though neither would admit it to the other, talk of their sex-work aroused them mightily. They were both Valkyrie women, after all. It was their cross to bear.

  "It won't take long before word spreads out of Sugar Town that we are working the…um…," Tanika looked around nervously, then lowered her voice, "…the nightshift in Sugar Town, and then my cookies will be toast. My boss will go ballistic and prosecute me to the very limits of the law for humiliating his august office."

  "I'll be ruined, too, but nothing compared to that," Annette said. "Should we just skip town?"

  "It's a thought," Tanika said, frowning. But then her face twisted into something ugly. "But then I wouldn't be around to string the Biggs Brothers up by their sweaty balls."

  "Oh baby, talk dirty to me," Annette said, laughing. "I agree." She looked around before leaning close and whispering. "It's way past time for Silver Angel and Purple Avenger to come to the rescue."

  The super sexy Assistant DA narrowed her lovely brown eyes at Annette. "My costume is in the car."

  "Mine, too."

  "Screw lunch," Tanika said, tossing down twenty dollars. They hadn't even ordered lunch yet, just a glass of wine each. "Let's roll."

  Thirty minutes later, they stepped out of a particularly dangerous Sugar Town alley, dressed in their super heroine costumes. The few denizens of that particular street that saw them scattered. They smiled.

  "That's more like it," Annette said.

  Annette was decked out as Silver Angel. The blonde beauty wore all silver: face mask, with a matching bustier, choker, thong bottoms, lace up knee boots, and opera gloves. A power belt rested atop her well rounded hips, with a red SA emblazoned on the front. Her lips were the same shade of red.

  Tanika, as Purple Avenger, wore her new deep purple, leather bikini costume. She accessorized with purple mask, lavender opera gloves, and shiny lavender thigh boots. She also wore a silver choker and matching power belt cinching her narrow waist, with MA on the buckle in black.

  Side-by-side, the two super heroines strode down the street. Pimps, prostitutes, pushers, and other street vermin scattered at their approach. It felt good. It felt right to strike fear into the shriveled up souls of the lowlifes, miscreants, and malefactors. As they walked their confidence skyrocketed.

  "Just like old times," Purple Avenger said, and then sneered as they round the corner of 69th, and onto Cummins. "There they are."

  The statuesque super heroines struck arrogant poses — h
ands on hips and chests thrust out — as they glared daggers at the Biggs Brothers just a block away. The brothers were laughing and joking, wearing Armani suits and fancy felt "pimp" hats. Each held a bejeweled pimp cup, from which they sipped fine champagne. Tammy was half a block past them, leading a pair of young African American men toward the hooker hotel they patronized. Ashley was just returning to the street from her last trick and Gia was strutting sweetly trying to attract some attention and work.

  "You think Tammy has her costume?" Purple Avenger said, wondering how much help they could expect from their super heroine associate and friend.

  "No," Silver Angel said. "She was caught as Uber Woman, so the brothers have her costume and the Heart of Freya, too. She won't raise a finger to help us."

  "Fine," Purple Avenger said, scowling at the objects of her seething hate. "Let's bust heads."

  "No mercy asked, no mercy given," Silver Angel said.

  They took off running. They ran pretty fast for women in five inch stiletto boots, too. Women with the Valkyrie gene could do amazing physical things. They were halfway to Hank and Jake before the brothers noticed their approach. The luscious ladies of law smiled smugly when their targets' eyes widened.

  But then the brothers tossed aside their pimp cups and fancy hats, and dropped into fighting positions. That surprised the super heroines, baffled them really. Evil doers always ran from them.

  "About time some super sluts showed up," Jake said.

  "What took you so long?" Hank said, and grinned.

  "We're going to wipe those smug smiles off your ugly faces, pigs!" Silver Angel cried.

  They split. Purple Avenger raced toward Jake, while Silver Angel aimed for Hank. At the last second, Jake blurred from sight as he cut right and raced between Silver Angel and Hank, taking the split second of time to grab her right wrist and jerk her around hard.

  "Yikes!" Silver Angel cried. She spun around five times, and fell hard at Hank's feet.

  Purple Avenger stumbled, seeing first her target vanish, and them her ally stumble and fall. Hank bent over to grab Silver Angel, so she cut left and barreled down upon him. Steps away from him, she drew back her right fist as she still ran, prepared to cold cock him with a single blow. But then he surprised her by shifting, and throwing a powerful uppercut straight at her face.

  "Eeeks!" the startled super heroine cried. Then Hank's super-powered fist slammed into the chin of the hapless heroine. "Ugh!"

  Purple Avenger's booted feet flew off the sidewalk, and she fell straight down upon Silver Angel just as her friend was starting to regain her senses. Silver Angel saw Hank reaching for Purple Avenger, and shoved her friend with all her considerable strength at him. Hank wasn't expecting that, and he went down when hit by the shapely African American beauty.

  Silver Angel scrambled to her feet, seeing Jake returning at lightning speed. Throwing caution to the wind, she just kicked out where she thought he would cut to, and surprised them both when her silver booted foot connected with the side of Jake's head. The nasty pimp with super speed went down with a pained grunt.

  "Ooofff!" Silver Angel grunted as Purple Avenger smashed into her back.

  "Turnabout is fair play, bitch," Hank snarled.

  Silver Angel and Purple Avenger untangled themselves, rolling to their knees side-by-side. Hank was stalking towards them. Jake was five feet behind his brother, climbing to his feet with a really angry expression.

  "Playtime over," Purple Avenger said. Then whispered to Silver Angel, "Ally oop time."

  The two darlings of danger leapt to their feet. Purple Avenger reached down, Silver Angel stepped into her hands, and she was vaulted high in the air. The super sexy, silver clad super heroine arched over to Hank, who stopped and gawked. She landed hands first atop his shoulders, and used him as a platform to flip again.

  As Silver Angel finished her last flip, she timed it perfectly and slammed her feet together. Jake's head was between those feet.

  "Ugh," Jake grunted, and collapsed.

  At the same time Silver Angel's boots were slamming into Jake, Hank was stilling looking upward. That's when Purple Avenger's lavender gloved fist slammed into his throat, then her knee smashed into his groin.

  "Oooooooo," Hank moaned, dropping to his knees.

  Snap! Jake was handcuffed by Silver Angel.

  Snap! Hank was handcuffed by Purple Avenger.

  "Take down, done!" Purple Avenger cried joyously.

  "Yes!" Silver Angel cried, pumping her silver-gloved fist. Then she noticed Ashley Vanderholm and Gia Graham standing behind them, gawking at the two down, handcuffed pimps. "You ladies are free to go. These two are going straight to jail."

  The two super sexy super heroines gave each other a high-five, and looked down upon their latest victory with big satisfied smiles. It felt so damned good to finally slap them down like they so richly deserved. How dare they sexually enslave and prostitute them like two bit whores. Now justice would be served, and the Biggs Brothers would go to jail for a very long time.

  Unfortunately, not everyone shared their euphoria. They didn't see Ashley and Gia share a worried look behind them. Then the two Biggs Bimbos reached into their purses, pulled out Tasers, and thrust them into the firm, round asses of the two super heroines. And ZAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF THEIR ASSES!

  "Idiots!" Ashley growled, pulling a handcuff key from her purse. She immediately removed Hank's handcuffs, and placed them on Purple Avenger's slender wrists, pulled behind her back. "If our pimps go to trial, they'd reveal all the blackmail material we are whoring ourselves to keep hidden."

  Gia borrowed the key and moved the cuffs on Jake to Silver Angel's wrists, before removing her all important power belt. "Yeah, our beloved husbands would toss our sweet asses out into the street, and then we'd have to be whores to survive."

  "Good thinking, babes," Hank said, groaning as he slowly rose to his feet. "You okay, Bro?"

  "Yeah, just a little embarrassed," Jake said. "We haven't been defeated in a fight before."

  Purple Avenger groaned miserably, rolled onto her back. Her knees rose, then spread wide. She wasn't even coherent, but the pimps and whores watching smiled and nodded knowingly. Everyone knew super heroines were raging sluts in denial, begging to be conquered and put in their proper place.

  "I thought Ms Patriot defeated you a few years ago?" Ashley said. She dropped to one knee, removed the power belt, and slipped her fingers up under Purple Avenger's bottoms. "I knew it. Wet as wet can be."

  "No. We whipped Ms Patriot's ass after a rather long, epic battle," Hank said. He used the toe of his right shoe to push and jiggle Purple Avenger's rather ample tits. Ashley dutifully removed the super heroine's bikini top. "Ooh, nice tits."

  "Problem was, we underestimated Ms Patriot's capacity for sex," Jake said. "That super powered slut fucked us stupid, and thus defeated the undefeatable."

  "Wow. Bet she'd make an amazing whore," Gia said.

  "Oh, she will," Hank said. "One day, we'll repay her for our humiliation one hundred fold."

  Silver Angel groaned, rolled onto her belly and struggled with her cuffs and consciousness. They watched her legs spread and sweet round ass rise up.

  "But first, Bro, we tame these two former super heroines, then turn them into Biggs Bimbo super sluts," Jake said. "Get them on their feet, babes."

  "Looks like they're more than ripe for taming, boys," Gia said, and giggled.

  Ashley and Gia grunted and groaned doing it, but they finally got the two wobbly super heroines swaying on their feet and facing the Biggs Brothers. Ashley held Purple Avenger in front of Hank and Gia held Silver Angel before Jake. A curious, joyful crowd of Sugar Town denizens and regular visitors was gathered, watching with wicked glee.

  Purple Avenger and Silver Angel looked at each other with dread, each pathetically tugging at the handcuffs behind their backs. Then Silver Angel's hazel eyes widened, her full red lips forming a perfect O, as Gia removed her top. Both super heroines were then top
less before their captors and the public.

  "Ugh," both heroines grunted when the brothers grabbed big hands full of fat titty meat and started fondling them with leering faces.

  "You won't get away with this," Silver Angel said, and then groaned.

  "Justice will prevail," Purple Avenger gasped out, her loins already burning with need. "You will all regret this day."

  Jake pulled Silver Angel in tight, and quickly claimed her sweet lips in a passionate, deep kiss. Gia pulled down Silver Angel's bottoms, revealing her glistening wet, bikini waxed blonde pubic patch and bubblegum pink nether lips. Then as Jake kissed and fondled her rudely, Gia started massaging her clit with some enthusiasm.

  Ashley pushed Purple Avenger to her knees, then reached over the statuesque super heroine to unzip Hank, and pull out is hard cock. Hank seized her by the hair in both hands, and forced her mouth down his thick shaft. Ashley knelt behind the gorgeous African American, and the sexy blonde began to fondle her big, fat tits with one hand and rub her engorged, hypersensitive clit with the other.

  "Mmmggghh," Silver Angel groaned wantonly, feeling her body going past the point of no return already.

  "Hhhuummmgggghhh," Purple Avenger groaned just as wantonly.

  "Check 'em out, Bro," Hank crowed. "They are loving it. These super hot heroines are loving it."

  No one but the two hapless heroines understood that after two weeks of hooker work, every night, their Valkyrie bodies were extremely susceptible to sexual stimulation. The carefully constructed emotional shields they possessed before the brothers blackmailed them into prostitution had been shattered within days of utter sexual subjugation, submission, and wanton debauchery. In truth, they were helpless against the sexual advances of any reasonably determined man.

  "Then Silver Slut is really going to love this," Jake said. He forced her to bend at the waist, knees locked. Then he mounted her pussy from behind. "Now I turn on the speed."

  "What?" Silver Angel said, eyes wide in disbelief. Then Jake used his super speed to pump in and out of her in blinding speed. "Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeoooeeewwww!"