Ms Patriot: Wicked Witch Switch (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series Book 20) (3 page)

“You think Miss Jade is doing something illegal?” one of the men said.

Ms Patriot hesitated. She didn’t want to start any rumors about herself. Fortunately, she had a quick mind and a fertile imagination.

“Oh no,” the sexy super heroine said, stepping closer with a pleasant smile on her masked face. “I’m afraid my friend Ms Jade is needlessly endangering herself. I want to ensure no one takes advantage of her.”

“So some pretty girl pouring beer on her big titties and licking it off is okay, right?” one of them said, and pointed at the monitor.

“Oh,” Patriot Girl gasped.

“Oh Goddess,” Ms Patriot said, baby blues wide as she watched the beautiful redhead slowly licking deeper and deeper into fake Jennifer’s cleavage. The redhead’s hands came up and cupped those boobs, before starting to squeeze and caress them lovingly. Then a tall, bald black man danced up behind fake Jennifer, who started grinding her shapely butt into his crotch. “Oh no she isn’t!”

Fake Jennifer’s hands slowly slipped behind her, where she deftly unzipped the big man’s zipper, and pulled out a monster cock. Ms Patriot's jaw dropped when the man hiked up the imposter's skirt, and the raven-maned beauty bent over and guided his cock into her sex.

The two super heroines and three security men watched as the black man slowly but surely impaled the sexy beauty on his cock. The redhead scooped her tits out of her dress, and began sucking on her nipples. Fake Jennifer rolled her head back, and let the black man claim her glossy red lips in a passionate kiss, even as he fucked her long and hard from behind right there in the middle of the dance floor. In front of hundreds of witnesses.

“Hey, are you recording this?” Patriot Girl said, pointing at a bright flashing LED.

“Oh, no. We’d never do that,” one of the men said. “That… um… that light is malfunctioning. We have a service call logged. Don’t worry.”

Ms Patriot wasn’t a fool. That guard was lying through his teeth. But it didn’t matter. She could see the people surrounding fake Jennifer recording her misdeeds with their phone cameras. Her sexual misconduct would be well recorded and reported no matter what.

Only the world will believe it is the real Jennifer Jade misbehaving
, Ms Patriot thought, her face heating up and hands starting to shake.
I will be accused of wanton debauchery.

“Patriot Girl, let’s go have a little talk with our good friend,” Ms Patriot said.

The shapely duo in red, white, and blue quickly departed to the dance floor. They pushed through the crowd to the imposter’s side. She chose that moment to climax, rather loudly.

“Aaaaaagghhh,” faux Jennifer cried. “Oh, Tyrone, you are the man.”

“Jennifer, could we have a word with you in private?” Ms Patriot said.

“Oh poo, the party poopers have arrived,” the imposter said, and giggled with the others. “Someone take our picture together.”

Fake Jennifer moved between Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl, wrapping an arm around each of them. She pulled them in closer as cameras began flashing incessantly.

“Smile,” fake Jennifer said. “Say, ‘I’m a naughty girl.’”

“You are being very naughty,” Ms Patriot said through her bright smile, and without moving her lips. “Who are you?”

“Jennifer Jade,” Esmeralda said through equally immobile lips and teeth.

“Bull shit,” Patriot Girl said.

“Who are you?” Ms Patriot said. “I mean it. Tell us, or else.”

“I’m your worst nightmare,” Esmeralda whispered. She smiled with wicked glee. “Now I have you exactly where I want you.”

With that, Esmeralda cast a little spell, that sped up both arms and out her hands. Both super heroines stiffened as the spell hit them, was absorbed by their bodies as it raced up their nervous systems to their brains. Before they could say “super heroine” both shapely beauties were captured by Esmeralda’s magic.

Ms Patriot panicked, but couldn’t move. None of her muscles would respond to her wishes. It was like being a prisoner within her own body. She suspected Patriot Girl was experiencing the same predicament.

“Hey everyone, did you know that Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl are my bestest friends in all the world?” Esmeralda said, an evil twinkle in her eyes. “We’re the closest of bosom buddies. Buxom buddies, really.” She glanced down at her own naked tits, and then smiled at the crowd with wicked glee. “You can see my tits. You want to see theirs?”

“YES!” the crowd roared.

Sweet Justice, no!
Ms Patriot thought.

"Show us your tits," Esmeralda said, wiggling her fingers in an arcane way. "Show us your naughty side."

Both super heroines gasped, stiffening. Ms Patriot tried to fight off the compulsion to obey. Her fertile mind went to some very sinister and dark places, afraid of what the witch had in store for them. It was obviously a trap, so the wicked witch was prepared.

The witch's magic proved too powerful. Ms Patriot felt her full red lips curl up into a sultry smile, even as her hands reached back, and then up under her waist-length black hair. Out the corner of her eyes she saw Patriot Girl’s red-gloved hands rise up and push her bikini top up over her firm, young tits. As the cameras began flashing faster, more frantically, Ms Patriot’s own red-gloved hands unzipped her bustier, and pulled it away.
Goddess! She’s not satisfied with humiliating Jennifer Jade, this wicked woman is dragging Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl through the gutter as well.

            “Kissy, kissy,” Esmeralda said, and Ms Patriot’s body turned to her.

            As their matching glossy red lips met, melting into each other in a heady, erotic lipstick kiss, the wicked witch guided Patriot Girl’s face to her right tit. The sexy teenage sidekick began licking, nibbling, and sucking on that erect nipple.

            “Mmmm,” the two raven-maned beauties moaned in unison.

            Ms Patriot felt her spectacular body changing. Changing into a hot, horny mess. She felt flushed with heat, her breathing became increasingly difficult. Soon she was panting through her nose as she sucked face with her nemesis. The witch stroked the Champion of Justice’s silky soft skin, sending waves of intense magical power into the helpless heroine, stoking the fires of her fiery libido.

           
Too much
, Ms Patriot thought, savoring the sensual delight of their lipstick kiss, and tangoing tongues. Her own red-gloved hand came up and caressed her partner’s soft cheek, while her other hand reached around to cup and fondle her partner's butt.
Losing control. Can’t… fight… it… much… longer.

            The witch's too-bold hands dropped down between the legs of Grimme City's most celebrated crime-fighting duo. The witch's touch was firm and sure, and she quickly located the heroines' clits. She rubbed hard through their skimpy costume shorts.

            "Come for me," Esmeralda said, voice low and husky.

            She spoke a short spell. Ms Patriot felt a surge of sexual energy rip into her from the witch's hand, surge through her overheated body, and push her to the very brink of climax.

            “Mmmmmmm," Ms Patriot groaned, feeling herself humming along right there on the edge of ecstasy. "Uuuugghhhh. Mmmmmm.”

            The witch’s magic took first Patriot Girl, then Ms Patriot to just before the point of no return. That place between control and climax, that filled a girl with so much wonderful stress. And her magic held them there. Their highly charged bodies could not get relief, or back down from it. Both dangerously curvaceous heroines were soon trembling with the need to release. The wicked witch savored the sight of all intelligence bleeding from their lovely eyes, the once-heroic duo becoming her mindless sex slaves before the crowd.

            After a few minutes, The witch started kissing Patriot Girl and had Ms Patriot suck tit. They did this for the crowd and the cameras for a good twenty minutes.

            “As you all can see, it is as you all suspected,” Esmeralda declared to the crowd. “Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl are my BITCHES.”

            A hand thrust between two young blondes in the encircling crowd. It was a male arm and hand. It slapped the bottom of Ms Patriot’s left tit, causing it to bounce sexily. The curvaceous Champion of Justice gasped, but did not respond otherwise, or even acknowledge it. So someone slapped her ass, even as another grabbed Patriot Girl’s right tit. Neither super heroine turned their attention from adoring the witch, their mistress.

            “Hey, wait,” Esmeralda called, realizing the crowd had changed. Too late. Both super heroines were grabbed and yanked into the crowd. With her loss of physical contact, Esmeralda lost her absolute control over the sexy super duo. “I guess I pushed it too far. Lesson learned.”

            Ms Patriot learned a different lesson. She had no defense against magical attack. And the horny crowd wasn’t going to give her time to rebuild her internal defenses. She was utterly helpless and vulnerable to exploitation, and the crowd was all about sexual gratification.

            “Uugggghh,” Ms Patriot groaned as someone yanked her thong-like short-shorts down to her knees, and thrust a finger up her twat. People were kissing her face, lips, neck, shoulders, and tits, while countless hands grabbed, squeezed, pinched or groped her spectacular body all over. It was pure heaven. Her body had backed away from the brink when they'd pulled her into the crowd, but being touched so intimately was starting to rock her world. Her scrambled brain locked on that orgasm-in-waiting. Then she was forced to bend over at the waist, and felt a thick cock press against her slippery pussy lips. “Oh, Goddess.”

            “I’ve wanted to do this a long time,” a gruff male voice said from behind. Its owner thrust his hips forward, impaling the sexy heroine on his fat cock. “Take that, Ms Patriot.”

            “Ugh! Ooooh,” Ms Patriot cried, throwing her head back. She froze, tensed up as she enjoyed the feel of his cock sliding deep into her most sacred place. That pushed her right back to the very brink… and she didn’t fight it. In fact, the reputed virtuous vixen embraced her climax. And let it go. “Aaaaaagghhh!”

            “Oh… Yeah! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!” Patriot Girl cried not too far away. “Finally. YES!”

            Esmeralda decided it prudent to leave, before someone realized that
she
was half-naked and available for sexual use and abuse, too. She never expected to catch Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl on the first night, anyway. This way it would be more fun. Beside, now that they were back in control of their bodies, it wasn’t safe for her at that club. They could attack suddenly from any direction, using the crowd as cover. But from their rather loud climaxes, the witch doubted that would happen.

            Ms Patriot saw Esmeralda heading for the front door. Unfortunately, she was now on all fours, getting fucked in the pussy from behind, and down her throat from the front. Patriot Girl was twenty feet away, on her back as the crowd ran a train on her. It would prove to be a long and very sexually satisfying night for both of them.

Chapter 4

Three days later, deep under Jade Manor, in the Patriot Cave…

            “I can’t believe it! That damned doppelganger has ruined both Ms Patriot's and Jennifer Jade's reputations,” Ms Patriot cried. She was online, reviewing the damage done by that ill-advised night in the nightclub. Pictures of Jennifer and Ms Patriot, Jennifer and Patriot Girl were everywhere. Mostly of the two heroines naked and getting banged from every direction at the club. Some were even speculating on the “real” relationship between Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl. “Gaw! Ugh! Those ill-bred perverts! How dare they soil our noble identities.”

            She clicked on another link. “What?!? This site is calling me ‘Ms Patri-dyke?’ And calling Patriot Girl ‘Lesbo Grrl?’ How dare them!”

            That particular site focused on her and Patriot Girl sucking face and tits with “Jennifer Jade.” And showed numerous pictures and short videos of the two sexy super heroines doing it with women at the club. It even had pictures of Jennifer misbehaving with other patrons.

            “I hate gossip mongers,” Ms Patriot muttered, baby blues narrowing as she checked the Grimme City gossip blogs. All were gleefully crowing about Jennifer Jade’s perfect veneer cracking. The city’s greatest pillar of virtue was finally soiled, finally had a sex tape out. “How do I spin this to save my sterling reputation?”

Meanwhile, upstairs in Jade Manor’s Great Room….

            Lynda was lying belly-down on the couch with an open textbook before her. She wasn’t reading, though. The college coed's mind was in total disarray. Her chin rested in the palm of one hand, while the other hand toyed with a lock of silky blonde hair. Her beautiful blue eyes were glazed as her mind drifted away.

           
So wrong. So wrong. So terribly wrong,
Lynda thought, starting to gnaw on her lip, all glossy pink. Images and thoughts of Jennifer and the fake Jennifer danced in her head. The memory of those sexy kisses. The taste of that sweet titty flesh. The feel of that firm, curvy body under her hands.
How can I continue to work with her as Patriot Girl, much less be around her all day and all night, when I want her so badly?

            Lynda fought the urge to reach down between her legs and give herself some more relief. She’d already masturbated to thoughts of Jennifer while taking a shower. In bed. While getting dressed. And once, on the couch, while fantasizing about fucking Ms Patriot.

            In an attempt to help her psyche get back into "Virtuous Girl" mode, she’d dressed in bright white and soft pink. White silky top, with a matching pleated skirt and a wide pink belt. Six-inch stiletto pumps matched the shiny pink of the belt, and her lips and nails. Despite trying to dress virtuously, her horny little mind had sexed herself up. The skirt barely covered her assets, and she'd failed to put on a bra or panties.

           
I could go to that lesbian singles bar just off-campus, and let some raven-haired beauty pick me up
, she thought, her ardor starting to rise again.
How hard would it be to pretend it was Jennifer doing me?