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

by Don Ship

  "This fight — " he cried, and stomped down on her vulnerable belly. " — is over!"

  "Uaggh! Oooh," she cried. "Bastard. I'm going to — Hey!"

  Hank grabbed the hair on the back of her head, lifted her off the floor, and slammed her face into the wall. Over and over, until her spectacular body went limp. With Ms Patriot unconscious and pressed against the wall with her feet off the floor, Jake stepped up and unfastened her power belt and tossed it in the corner.

  "She won't be needing that anymore," Jake said, laughing. "Good-bye Ms Patriot, and hello lil Miss Pussylicious."

  "So true, Bro. Without that power belt, Ms Patriot is just a sexy bimbo," Hank said. He released her hair, and Ms Patriot crumbled into a heap at their feet. He kicked her over onto her belly, then reached down and pulled her blue, star-spangled short-shorts down mile long legs. "Now, let's get this sweet piece of ass tamed, trained, and working on the street."

  Hank pushed the statuesque super heroine's legs wide, lifted her rump up high, and then knelt behind her. He paused to admire her slack face when Jake swept her shimmering black hair away. Blood was oozing from her nose. It was the first time he'd ever seen a super heroine bleed. Kinda made him proud. She was also drooling in her stupor. Yeah, he thought she looked hot. Unzipping, he guided his cock to her shimmering pussy, and pushed in.

  Wet or not, she was very tight. Super heroines with super powers had to abstain from sex. The talismans that unlocked their natural super powers had to be fueled, and that fuel was sexual frustration. Pent up need and frustration. When a Valkyrie super heroine was climaxed, and completely sated sexually, her power talisman wouldn't help her at all. Not until she abstained and was filled with pent up sexual frustration again.

  Since they were naturally super horny, it didn't usually take too long to be back in the game.

  "The newest Biggs Bimbo is slippery wet, Bro. She sooo wanted this," Hank crowed. "Oh yeah. We are making another super heroine's secret sex fantasies come true."

  She was great. Her pussy was wet and slippery, meaning nothing to stop him from pushing all the way inside her, but still sweetly tight. He watched her silky smooth ass cheeks quiver every time he slammed all the way back into her, heard her starting to moan and groan wantonly, slowly returning from la-la land, as she tugged weakly at his hand holding her wrists together behind her back.

  "Sweet Justice, I've been captured by the Biggs Brothers again!" Ms Patriot cried out. "Ugh, Goddess, give me strength to endure the perversions they are about to heap upon me."

  Jake pulled his pants completely off. He sat in front of her face, then lifted her head high and scooted beneath.

  "No, not that too!" Ms Patriot said, baby blues wide. Her luscious body was already afire and racing toward sexual bliss, and her complete destruction. Seeing his thick cock before her face, half an inch from her full, glossy red lips, made her mouth water and a most hated longing rise up deep from within her soul. She wanted to clamp her mouth shut when he pressed the head of that dick to her lips, but couldn't muster the strength to fight them with Hank shredding her willpower doggie style. Almost without thought, she opened wide. "Goddess…please...forgive….me….Mmmmmmgggghhhh."

  "And there she goes," Jake said. "Just like last time. She fights it up until there is cock in mouth, and then she submits and sucks like a hardcore whore."

  SLURP!

  "True dat, Bro," Hank said. "What did it take? From the moment she attacked us, to the moment Patriot here eagerly wrapped her ruby reds around your cock? Two? Three minutes?"

  "That long? You think?" Jake said, and they broke up laughing.

  SLURP!

  "Man, Bro, I so love Pussylicious's slurpies," Jake said, head lolling about.

  Ms Patriot rolled her hot, wet tongue around Jake's cock head, then swallowed him eagerly, until her nose was pressed deep into his pubic hair. Ssssslurp! Gulp. Ssssslurp! "Hhmmggh. Ngh. Mmmmmmm." She bobbed her head, traveling the full ten inches of his cock each time she went up and down again. All the while Hank was rocking her world from behind, pushing her closer and closer to climax.

  "She's almost there," Hank said. Patriot's red booted feet started kicking, toes tapping out a fast staccato on the hardwood floors. "Her pussy is doing that quivering thing. Oh yeah, baby. Give it up for your daddy! Come for me baby. Come NOW!"

  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as her soul was burned away by the granddaddy of climaxes. "Sweet Justice, I have been tamed!"

  "Suck me!" Jake cried, feeling he was about to explode with her mouth not on his cock.

  Ms Patriot didn't hesitate. She gobbled him down, and five seconds later he erupted inside her. The subjugated super heroine swallowed and sucked. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

  "That's it. Swallow it all, Patriot," Jake groaned out. "Now lick me clean. Lick my nasty, nasty balls."

  Ms Patriot looked up into his jubilant face. She licked her lips, panting, and dropped her eyes back to his cock and balls. She felt so weak, so vulnerable, so sexy. Deep down, she knew she was going down that terrible road to utter debauchery yet again.

  "Yes," she whispered, and gave his shaft a long, firm lick. Then she kissed and nuzzled his hairy nutsack. So rank! Tasted worse, but yet called to something deep within. Something her rational mind hated with a passion, but at that moment her body and darkest needs sang to her so sweetly.

  As Hank was releasing the last couple of spurts up her pussy, and Jake was enjoying how she was cleaning him up, Hank spoke. "We won't make the same mistake as last time. She's tamed. This is the moment that a super heroines' Valkyrie mind is most vulnerable, the easiest to influence and manipulate."

  "Yeah, she's very pliable and open to suggestion now," Jake said, stroking her silky soft black hair. "You are a whore, Ms Patriot. A stinking, pathetic streetwalking whore. It is what you were born to do."

  "Mmmm," she moaned, sucking in his left ball.

  "Tell us you are a whore."

  "Mmm," she said. Lifting her head, she looked up into Jake's face. "Please. You don't understand how vulnerable I am right now."

  "Oh, we understand," Hank said. "Three of your sexy costumed cunts are already working for us."

  Hank pulled out, and lifted the hapless heroine up and laid her across the coffee table, face up. Her head fell back, with nothing to support it. Then he went around, dropped to his knees and pushed his sticky wet cock into her mouth. Jake moved between her legs and pushed his cock up her ass. Her back arched, but she only groaned wantonly otherwise.

  They both pounded her hard, for several minutes. Ms Patriot was barely capable of coherent thought. It was beyond glorious. This is what her body longed for and craved day in and day out, constantly. It was why she recovered so fast from sexual de-powerings. She built up sexual frustration fast due to her needs, and those pent up frustrations fueled her power belt.

  "Uuuuuuuaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed around Hank's demanding cock.

  Ms Patriot climaxed eight more times before they finished, and came inside her again. Then she was lifted off the table and pressed against a wall.

  "You belong to us now, Ms Patriot," Hank said. "Understand?"

  "Y…ugh…yes. I belong to you," she said hoarsely.

  "You are going to be our whore, and walk the streets for sex and money," Jake said.

  She writhed before them, head rocking back and forth and eyes closed, as visions of previous defeats flooded in to her fertile mind. Memories of gangbangs. Memories of countless forced climaxes. Of being forced to dance, strip, and even prostitute herself.

  "Yes. I understand." She licked her full red lips, and tasted cock and cum. So she licked again. "Goddess help me."

  "The Goddess hates you. Despises you. She rejects you, because you are weak. You are pathetic. You let us conquer you, so you deserve to be a whore," Hank said. "Understand?"

  "Yes. I am unworthy," she said, and something deep down awoke. "I deserve my punishment." But then she thought, Re
ally?

  Hank and Jake both reached up and took hold of opposing sides of her blue, all-imporant mask. She realized then that they might've conquered and tamed her treacherous body, but they hadn't vanquished her warrior spirit.

  "No!" she cried, both hands thrust up before her face, and then whipped wide and hard. That move knocked away her captors' hands, leaving her mask in place. "I defy you! The Whore Within submits, but the Warrior Within defies you!"

  She kicked Jake in the nuts, and head butted Hank. A roundhouse took Jake down and then she charged Hank. He caught her and threw her overhead and into the wall. She landed atop her power belt, top and bottoms.

  "No! I demand you stop," Hank cried. But it was too late. Ms Patriot raced out the front door and he could hear her stilettos loudly clattering down the stairs. Running after her, he saw she was running down the stairs four and five at time, much faster than he could go. But not faster than Jake. Turning, he found his brother vomiting on the floor. "Dammit."

  Hank slammed the door as he went back inside. They had more bad luck with Ms Patriot after the capture than with anyone else. But they would make plans. Good plans. Next time, that slippery super heroine wouldn't escape them.

  It took a good hour to clean up. They were in a foul mood when Larry showed up. The private eye wasn't doing much but taking their money. Hank was looking for someone to take his frustrations out on, and that two-bit private detective might be just the one to take it out on.

  "Larry. You have something for us?" Hank said, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes narrowed. "We're finished playing games. If you don't have something good, then it's going to get ugly. Very ugly."

  Larry was a rat-like man. He was barely five foot five, with a pear-shaped body reminiscent of a rat's body, large nose, and beady eyes. There wasn't a physically violent bone in Larry's body, because even the girls could whip his butt. But being small and relatively helpless honed his sense of danger to a keen edge.

  Swallowing hard, Larry opened his briefcase and prayed they would be satisfied with what he had. It was good. He believed it was priceless. He almost touched himself he was so excited when he realized what he had.

  "You asked for blackmail material on Jennifer Jade," he said. "I'll tell you, it wasn't easy. For all practical purposes, she leads a sterling life. She walks the walk, and talks the talk."

  "So?" Jake said.

  "Soooo, it wasn't easy. But, even good girls act badly sometimes," he said, and snickered. "The thirty year old virgin definitely isn't."

  "Isn't what?" Hank said.

  "A virgin."

  "That's all you have!" Jake cried, fists clenching and unclenching.

  "NO!" Larry cried, eyes wide. He quickly handed over the file he stole from the very exclusive, Jade Family Clinic. "Read that and know joy."

  "It's a stupid medical file," Hank said.

  "Read the name on it," Larry said.

  "Jennifer Jade. So?"

  "Yes, Jennifer Jade. Saintly, no pre-marital sex Jennifer. No drinking and driving Jennifer. Boys are only trouble, Jennifer," Larry said. "I've had ten abortions in twelve years Jennifer Jade."

  "WHAT!?!" the Biggs Brothers cried.

  "The holier-than-thou, mega virtuous Jennifer Jade is having an abortion about every year," Larry said. He paused to read through the reports. "Oh, some will be pleased. She isn't prejudice at all. She's aborted three white babies. Three black babies. Two Hispanic babies. And two Asian babies. An equal opportunity aborter." He handed the report to Hank. "It's all here in black and white."

  "Oh my God, Jennifer Jade is secretly a whore!" Hank cried.

  "We got her!" Jake said, smacking his lips as his cock stiffened a tad.

  * * * * *

  Jennifer sat at her huge custom desk, in her sprawling office high atop Jade Towers. She sipped hot tea and studied contracts. Okay, she pretended to study contracts. All she could think about was the fiasco in Sugar Town that morning.

  "I am so lucky to have escaped," she muttered.

  There was a luxury apartment behind her office, so Ms Patriot hurried over from the Biggs Brother's apartment, and went up the private elevator. First, she showered. Then she changed into Jennifer Jade's designer clothes and went to her office as if nothing untoward had happened.

  The sexy billionaire businesswoman didn't wear her normal work clothes. After her ordeal with the brothers, her body wouldn't stand for it. So she put on a lacy black thong panties, black silk hose, held up by a lacy black garter belt, and feet stuffed into six inch stiletto platform pumps. The black silk skirt was shorter than professional. Jennifer skipped her usual blouse, and only wore a lacy black bra under her silk suite jacket. She piled her shimmering mass of black hair atop her head, with carefully arranged tendrils falling about her gorgeous face.

  First thing, Jennifer cleared her afternoon appointments. She didn't want to be bothered. She had a lot of thinking to do. There had to be a way to defeat the Biggs Brothers. All she could come up with, though, was somehow separating them and taking them down one at a time. But they rarely split up.

  "Oh, there's a way, and I have to find it," she said. "Those boys are after me, now. And Ms Patriot. I'll have to be on my best behavior until they are safely jailed."

  Around three a commotion erupted in the reception area of her office. She pressed the intercom, "Cindy, what's the problem out there?"

  "Two men are demanding to see you, Ms Jade. They are very insistent, so I've had to call security," Cindy said, sounding highly stressed.

  Jennifer was about to click off the intercom when she heard Hank Biggs's angry voice. "If Jade doesn't see us, she will regret is. Oh, how she will regret it."

  Jennifer thought about the pictures. Ewww. Golden showers? They were just disgusting, but she knew it was a fake and knew they had little confidence it would work. But they were hell bent on trying, anyway. She had to admire their tenacity.

  "Send them in, Cindy. I'll handle them," Jennifer said.

  Hank and Jake stormed in through the double doors seconds later, security hot on their tails. There really wasn't anything the boys in Jade Security could do to the Biggs Brothers, but they would try.

  "Security, please, let me handle this. Please wait outside in reception. You can escort these gentlemen out once I'm through with them," she said. She watched as the ten security guards slowly backed out, eyeing the brothers venomously. Once the door was closed, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her long, long legs. The Biggs Brothers dropped their eyes and gawked at her boobs a long moment. She shook her head woefully, but was kind of used to it. "Now, boys, what is the meaning of this? I know who and what you are, so you are most definitely not welcome in my presence. Speak your piece and get out."

  The Biggs Brothers were actually wearing suits and ties, and Bart carried a briefcase. She wasn't impressed. They still looked like ill educated thugs.

  "We need you to hurry over to the Royal Arms, Room 1313, and do a job for us," Hank said. "We promised a very rich, very powerful man we could entice you to join him for a tryst. We're running a little late, so if you'd be so kind…."

  Her mouth dropped open. Really? She knew they weren't the brightest monkeys in the tree, but still. They were ordering her around as if they actually had viable blackmail material on her.

  Morons, she thought.

  "Really? Are you making a joke?" Jennifer said. Her baby blues narrowed behind the glasses she didn't need. "You're not funny. You well know my stand on prostitution, and the filthy pimps that force those poor girls to sell their bodies. I would never degrade myself so thoroughly." She lifted a haughty brow, holding their gaze. "This may not make sense to your feeble, sex-obsessed brains, but I have self-respect. I value my self, my body. My body is sacred, and will never be any man's plaything."

  They looked impressed for a long minute, and then glanced at each other. She thought she was finished, and they would leave, but then they grinned with wicked delight and turned back to her.


  Hank put the briefcase on her desk and popped it open. He pulled out a familiar looking envelop and handed it to his brother.

  "Maybe this will change your mind," Jake said, and tossed the large manila envelope onto her desk.

  The Biggs Brothers projected supreme confidence she would submit. It really annoyed her. So she reached down with perfectly manicured hands and picked up the envelope. It seemed considerably heavier than the photos she found earlier in their apartment. So they had added more material. No matter how many poorly executed photo manipulations they had, she was not going to submit to their will.

  But it wasn't photos she pulled out.

  "What's this?"

  Suddenly Jake was standing beside her. She didn't even see him move. It startled her, and she gasped. That pleased him. Then he unzipped right beside her.

  She froze, staring at his big dick just inches from her face. The memories of what happened earlier that day flooded in, making her all hot and bothered. Making her hands and lower lip tremble. Jennifer struggled to regain her self control and outward cool demeanor.

  "That is your medical records from the Jade Family Clinic, that abortion clinic you own," Jake sneered.

  Jennifer went cold.

  "Oh no," she whispered, hands really shaking now.

  "That's right, you self-righteous slut. If we release those records you will be destroyed," Jake said. "Your company will go belly up, because all your customers and clients expect you to be the virtuous Jennifer Jade, not the super slut Jennifer. Everyone will turn their back on you, especially all those broken-hearted, formerly adoring young girls who wanted to be just like you."

  "No. No. No. This is wrong," Jennifer said, unable to think straight. How did they find out? More important, how did they get those records? "There's…there's… there's got to be a mistake…I…Oh."

  Jake's dick poked her face. She looked up at him, mouth open in shock.

  "Suck it, or we release it to the press. Right now," Jake said.

  There was no mercy in Jake's eyes. Her body was already filled with searing heat. She totally skipped the butterflies. After all they'd already fucked her stupid once that day. Jennifer realized her mistake too late. Having been fucked, she was vulnerable. And add to that they had real blackmail evidence, and she couldn't think of anything to do.