Ms Patriot: Wicked Witch Switch (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series Book 20) (7 page)

            "No!" Patriot Girl cried, and attacked.

Chapter 8

            Esmeralda glanced at the charging sidekick. She was in the middle of a spell, and it would hurt quite a bit to be interrupted. Mystic backfire was a bitch, and might leave her helplessly writhing in pain and at Patriot Girl's mercy. No choice in the matter, she took the extra seconds to stop the spell safely so that she didn't suffer the consequences, knowing that Patriot Girl would reach her before she could mount a defense.

            The sexy sidekick reached the wicked witch just as Esmeralda was able to finally turn to face her. One red-booted foot streaked up and connected with the witch's chin, sending her stumbling back into the side of the Patriot Mobile. Patriot Girl followed, and kicked straight out at her chest. Esmeralda just managed to dodge out of the way, and the sidekick's booted foot shattered the driver's side window.

            "I'm going to put a Spell of Obedience on you again, and
never
release you from it," Esmeralda snarled.

            "You better do it before I put an ass-whooping on you that you'll never recover from!"

            Patriot Girl charged the witch. Esmeralda quickly conjured a fireball and threw it, but the sexy sidekick dropped to the floor, rolled under it, and was back on her feet in no time. She punched the witch in the stomach, doubling her over. Patriot Girl kneed her in the face, and then kicked her in the butt.

            Esmeralda was thrust forward, stumbling up to the still-dazed Ms Patriot before falling. She glanced back at Patriot Girl, who was striding towards her with a satisfied smile. The witch was aching all over, feeling weak, and her mind was too jumbled to cast a spell. She was in a bad spot, until she glanced at Ms Patriot, and her eyes locked onto the shiny golden power belt around the super heroine's waist.

           
That belt gives me super strength and healing
, she thought as she reached for the fastenings in the back of the belt.
And I'll be able to kick that little blonde bimbo's ass.

            "No!" Patriot Girl cried. "Leave that alone."

            "Screw that, Stupid Girl," Esmeralda said, pulling the power belt off Ms Patriot and quickly fastening it around her own narrow waist. She was immediately engulfed in a sense of power, of strength and invulnerability. "Ha! I'm like a super heroine now. No, a super-powered witch."

            "No you don't," Patriot Girl cried, attacking with a flying kick aimed at the witch's head.

            Using her newly acquired super strength and speed, Esmeralda ducked under that vicious kick even as her right hand reached out and seized Patriot Girl's ankle as the sidekick's foot flashed overhead. She twisted and yanked, and Patriot Girl's body flipped headfirst to the floor.

            "Ugh! Ooooooh," Patriot Girl said, sprawled out next to Ms Patriot. "Dammit."

            Esmeralda laughed. It felt so good, so heady, to have such strength. And the super-fast healing the belt gave her had already taken away all of her aches and pains. She felt revitalized, and ready for anything.

            "Ms Patriot, we have to get out of here," Patriot Girl said, struggling to her wobbly feet. But her power belt was working, too, and her pains were fading fast. She took hold of Ms Patriot's red-gloved hands, trying to get her mentor to focus and stand up. "Let's go. Hurry."

            "I don't think so," Esmeralda said. She smiled smugly at the two super heroines. "You both belong to me now. You will be my slaves forever."

            "Like hell we will," Patriot Girl said.

            "Exactly, it'll be like hell for you both," the wicked witch said, grinning. She held one hand up high as she spoke a spell. Patriot Girl's eyes widened as a glowing ball grew in the witch's palm until it was the size of a basketball. "Let's see how you like this!"

            Patriot Girl leapt in front of her mentor as Esmeralda threw the glowing ball at them. She watched with fierce and joyous eyes as the spell flew straight at Patriot Girl's chest, and started to unravel into thick glowing orange-yellow tendrils of energy. The foolish sidekick threw her hands out before her in a warding gesture, as if that would save her.

            "Hey! What the…?" Patriot Girl cried.

            The glowing ball hit her outstretched hands, and almost seemed to splash apart into multiple tendrils. Those tendrils immediately wrapped all around her, writhing and slithering like a bundle of snakes. Of boa constrictors. They wrapped around her arms and legs, around her neck, pulling and squeezing as she struggled.

            The energy tendrils were almost as strong as the sexy sidekick, and there were way too many of them. She could move her arms, but the tendrils gave a little so that she'd almost get her hands on another tendril, and then they pulled her hands away again. Quite frustrating for the super heroine.

            "Oh shit," Patriot Girl cried when one tendril wrapped around her left ankle, and yanked that foot off the floor. Before she could decide on a tactic to counter, it securely bound her ankle to her upper thigh and left her precariously balanced atop one stiletto-heeled foot. "Ms Patriot, help."

            "Timber!" Esmeralda said, stepping up close and pushing the sexy sidekick over.

            As Patriot Girl fell, one of the tendrils pulled her top up, exposing her naked boobs. Another tendril wrapped around her right tit, squeezing it so tightly she winced and gasped. But two others stole her attention when they slithered up under and through her costume bottoms' leg openings, and then began pulling fiercely in different directions.

            "You are so going to pay for this," Patriot Girl cried as her bottoms were ripped to shreds and left her exposed and vulnerable in a much scarier way. Both offending tendrils returned, with one pushing up past her pussy lips, plunging in deep, while the other started probing her butt crack. "Uugggh. I can't believe… it's…
ugh
… fucking me."

            It was worse than a big cock inside her, too. Patriot Girl had never felt anything like it. That tendril was pure energy, and it sizzled inside her. Not hot and burning, but stimulatingly hot and wicked. It sent the most delicious waves of pleasure radiating throughout her young, teenage body. Her back arched, her head rolled back, and she let out a long, shuddering groan.

            Esmeralda's eyes brightened when two tendrils forced their way into the perky blonde's mouth, and then the tendril probing her butt found what it was looking for, and forced its way up her ass. Patriot Girl froze, the most profound look of shock on her beautiful face.

            "Hahahahaha! Victory is sweet! But it looks like you're having much more fun than I am, Patriot Cunt," Esmeralda crowed. Then her eyes fell on Ms Patriot. The curvy super heroine was starting to recover. She was still dazed, but was starting to become conscious of herself and her surroundings. "Oooh, such potential."

            Esmeralda ran a hand over her own hefty bust, and down her rock-hard abs. Ms Patriot had the same rocking body. Exactly the same. And Patriot Girl's trials and tribulations were really turning the witch on.

            "We can't let you recover and help that little twit," Esmeralda said, stepping up to Ms Patriot. She placed her right index finger on Ms Patriot's tiara. Then she started a spell. A special spell. Since she was enchanting the tiara, the super heroine wearing it wasn't affected at all. And she was getting dangerously coherent. "Ha! Done!"

            Esmeralda stepped back to watch the transformation. Ms Patriot's baby blues widened, as her discombobulated mind finally figured out that something was wrong. Her body tensed up. Hands curled into tight fists. Jaw dropped and she let out a low moan. The witch grinned when Ms Patriot's eyes crossed, then rolled up. A violent shudder consumed the legendary super heroine, and then her body went completely limp.

            "Ms Patriot," Esmeralda said. The shapely heroine's eyes came down and focused on the witch. Her beautiful masked face was blank, her glossy red lips slightly parted. The sight of her like that stirred something deep and sexy within the witch. "You belong to me now. You are my slave."

            "I am yours, Esmeralda." Her tongue quickly glided across her lips. "Command me, Mistress."

            Ripples of intense pleasure filled Esmeralda's body. She looked deep into her new slave's baby blues as she rubbed her lips together.

            "Stand up, slave," the witch commanded. Ms Patriot rose up sensuously and struck a sexy pose, while maintaining eye contact. "Now take off your top."

            The sexy super heroine's red-gloved hands reached back to unzip the red and white bustier. She smiled wickedly at her mistress, while holding the top up by cupping her tits. Then she pulled the strapless top away, letting her boobs drop. Despite their size and weight, they were firm enough that they didn't droop much.

            "Better, mistress?"

            "Much better," Esmeralda said, stepping up to Ms Patriot and caressing the heroine's masked face. "Kiss me. Let me feel your passion."

            They pressed into each other, two sets of ginormous tits squishing together as their arms encircled each other. As their lips grew closer, they tilted their heads and parted their lips. When their lips finally met, they closed their eyes and pushed into that greasy, sexy lipstick kiss with long, low moans.

            Witch lips gliding over super heroine lips, they clutched at each other and savored their moment for a long time. Their tongues danced, teased, and pleased deep in Ms Patriot's mouth, and soon their hands began to roam.

            "Kneel, and put your talented tongue to good use, Ms Patriot."

            The gorgeous super heroine slowly fell to her knees before Esmeralda. Her gloved hands stroked the witch's legs. Then she dropped to all fours and lowered her masked face to the toe of her mistress's bright red right boot.

            Ms Patriot kissed the toe of that boot, and then started licking. She took her time licking boot, working up and all around until she'd licked every square inch of it. Then she turned her attention to the other boot. Once she'd finished licking it, she rose up onto her knees and began kissing, licking, and nuzzling her way up Esmeralda's inner thighs.

            When Ms Patriot was inches from the witch's aching, tingling pussy, Esmeralda cast a little spell that made her black gown vanish, leaving her in just red opera gloves and matching boots.

            "Mmm, I love a full Brazilian, mistress," Ms Patriot purred, licking the witch's shiny wet folds. After rubbing her face all over her mistress's pussy, she turned her full attention to the witch's engorged, pronounced clit. "Mmmm."

            The gorgeous witch buried her gloved hands deep in the vanquished vigilante's shimmering hair. She held on tightly as the super heroine nibbled, licked, and sucked really, really hard on her clit. It was incredible. No one had done it so well before.

            "Great Satan! Yes. Just like that, Ms Patriot!"

            Inspired by her mistress's enthusiastic response, the magically-enslaved beauty put all she had into stimulating that clit. Soon she felt the witch start to tremble and shake. Her hands tightened in the super heroine's hair. More love juices flowed, which Ms Patriot lapped up hungrily. And then Ms Patriot pushed Esmeralda over the top by… humming.

            "Yes! Oh… HELL… YES!" Esmeralda cried, back bowed dramatically and head rolling way back. "My first hummer! Who knew a woman could enjoy a hummer, too?"

            "I did, mistress," Ms Patriot purred. "Do you want me to do it again?"

            Esmeralda stepped back, her legs weak and wobbly. She fanned herself, panting furiously. She felt so weak, vulnerable, and sexy. And yet, so damned powerful. She smiled at the enslaved Champion of Justice, and then glanced at Patriot Girl.

            The sexy blonde teenage sidekick was shaking violently, a long endless shuddering groan coming from her. Those magical tendrils were working her over exquisitely. Patriot Girl wasn't capable of resistance any more. She just lay there and enjoyed the experience.

            "What a helpless slut," Esmeralda said, sneering at her defeated, writhing foe.

            "Yes I am," Ms Patriot said.

            The witch quirked a brow at her slave. Ms Patriot had never looked more beautiful, especially with her face all shiny from Esmeralda's pussy juices. Indeed, the witch's juices had dribbled down her neck and splattered all over her huge tits.

            "I know you are. Everyone knows just how much of a slut you are," Esmeralda said. "I put extra effort into soiling your perfect reputation after I sold you into white slavery. I fucked a whole lot of really nasty men and women to ensure it, too. But what fun I had doing it."

            Ms Patriot just smiled serenely up at her. Really, victory wasn't that satisfying when she didn't enrage the once proud beauty.

            "I'll have to adjust the spell," she said. "So that you are absolutely obedient, yet humiliated and enraged that I can control you so effortlessly. That'll be fun, don't you think?"

            "Yes, mistress. Anything you want."

            Esmeralda frowned at her. Damn submissive bitch was spoiling her fun by being too eager to please. Didn't matter. She had all the time in the world to work on the spell, to make Ms Patriot's enslavement pure torture. But in the meantime…

            "Ms Patriot, crawl over to Patriot Girl. Make out with her."

            Ms Patriot rolled to all fours and started crawling. Esmeralda couldn't pull her eyes away from that sensuous crawl. It was pure sex. Took her breath away. She wondered who'd taught the haughty super heroine to crawl so perfectly.

           
Probably one of the countless pimps that captured her over the years
, the witch thought.