Ms Patriot: Wicked Witch Switch (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series Book 20) (4 page)

            Lynda suddenly grimaced, and shook her head. Silky blonde hair flung all around. Then she sucked in a deep, deep breath and slowly released it.

            “I’m such a bad girl,” she muttered, angry at herself. Again. What a day.

            Ms Patriot was down in the Patriot Cave, feverishly working to repair their sullied reputations, and find the wicked witch that did that to them. No doubt about it being a witch. Only magic could do that to them. But which of the many witches in Grimme City had turned herself into an exact duplicate of Jennifer? And why? Just to ruin Jennifer’s reputation? That was a possibility. Someone, like the Vanderholms or Erica Sambino, could have hired the witch to do just that.

            “I should be down there helping her,” Lynda said, starting to nervously gnaw on her lip again. “But being around her is so… discombobulating. I would probably just throw myself at her. So embarrassing how weak I am.”

            The front door opened and closed. Lynda didn’t hear a knock. Who would just walk right in? The staff had all been sent home for the day. Then the click of stiletto heels on the expensive marble came to her, and she glanced over her shoulder toward the approaching sound. A second later, Jennifer entered the Great Room, wearing a shimmering scarlet mini-dress and matching boots. Lynda frowned. She'd thought her mentor was down in the Patriot Cave. When had Jennifer left?

            “Hey, sweetie,” Jennifer said, looking Lynda over with hungry eyes. “You look scrumptious.”

            Intense heat infused Lynda’s shapely body. Her fragile little mind turned to mush as her libido screamed with joy and need. Jennifer was turned on by her! Could it be? Would they become lovers? Would all of her earlier sexual fantasies come true?

            “Mind if I join you?” Jennifer said.

            “No. Of course not,” Lynda said, trying hard to not stammer at the sight of her beloved’s sultry smile. She’d never felt so giddy. “I’d really love you… I mean, love for you to join me.”

            “Wonderful,” Jennifer said, sitting beside her on the couch, though Lynda remained tummy down. Really, she was too shocked and awed to move. Jennifer took the opportunity to run her index finger from the tip of Lynda’s six-inch stiletto, up her silky smooth leg, and to the young blonde's barely covered rump. Then she slipped her hand under the skirt, and started caressing and fondling that firm round butt. “Mmmm, you are so fit and toned. So shapely and sexy. Little girl sexy, with a hot womanly body. Mommy like.”

            “Oh, Jennifer, I love you so much,” Lynda whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak with her tight throat. She rolled onto her back, and Jennifer began rubbing and fingering her bikini-waxed blonde pussy. At that time, way in the back of her mind, it occurred to Lynda that something wasn’t right. But her eyes were locked on her mentor's full red lips, and that was when Jennifer leaned down to kiss her. All doubts and misgivings were wiped away as their full, firm lips came together. “Mmmmmm.”

            Esmeralda savored Lynda’s passionate, and very needy kiss. The little oversexed twit was so needy, so ready to believe that her mentor wanted her, that she never questioned anything. Lynda jumped into her trap with both feet, and gave herself to the witch on a silver platter. The evil witch knew that it would all be over for Lynda Lynns, AKA Patriot Girl, upon the blonde twit's imminent orgasm. Climaxes always sealed the deal with super heroine types.

            She didn’t want to use magic on the breathlessly helpless nineteen-year-old blonde. Sex was more fun, and for a woman with the Valkyrie gene, sex was more profound. So Esmeralda really began working on Lynda’s sopping wet cunt. She found the sexy teen’s clit was rock-hard, engorged, and made Lynda literally jump and squeak with pleasure whenever she touched it. The raven-maned beauty began rubbing that clit with skill and enthusiasm.

            “Oh Goddess… Jennifer… I’ve dreamed… about this… all day… and night,” Lynda gasped out, clutching at her object of desire. They locked lusty eyes for a long second, and Lynda finally realized what was amiss. “Why are your eyes red?”

            “What color should they be?” Esmeralda said.

            “Oh no! You’re the fake Jennifer!”

            “BINGO! My little blonde bimbo,” she said, and sent a powerful spell through her hand and into Lynda’s hypersensitive clit, into the perky teen's shapely body. “Now come hard and become my obedient slavegirl.”

            Lynda’s back arched as magically infused pleasure ripped her body and soul to pieces. The most powerful climax of her young life exploded, searing away all thoughts and resistance.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!”

            “Ah, I love listening to the sound of super heroine submission,” Esmeralda said, and cackled with laughter.

            “Aaaaiiiieeee!” Lynda cried. “Oh Goddess, I am in so much trouble!”

            “Yes you are, my bimbo beauty,” the beautiful witch said. The witch placed one finger in the middle of the sexually stunned beauty’s forehead, and spoke a powerful spell of binding. Lynda gasped, wide-eyed for a long second, and then relaxed with an emotionless expression. “Now it is official. You are my slave.”

            “Yes, mistress, I am your slave.”

            “Excellent. Stand up before me, and remove your dress,” she said. Lynda obeyed without hesitation, and quickly stood before her mistress in nothing but big hoop earrings and pink pumps. “Where is your super heroine mentor?”

            “Ms Patriot is down in the Patriot Cave, mistress.”

            Esmeralda absorbed that as she looked around. Jade Manor was spectacular. She was really going to enjoy living there, as Jennifer Jade. The Great Room was especially impressive, and she wondered how many friends and associates in the criminal and magical worlds she’d have to invite to her celebration orgy to fill it up.

            “Is it possible to sneak up on her down there?”

            “No, mistress,” Lynda said. “She’ll hear the elevator coming down, and there are no stairs to it.”

            “Are you strong enough to take her down?”

            “No.”

            “Shame. I would’ve enjoyed seeing the look on her face as you captured her for me,” Esmeralda said. “Well, why wait. Let’s go make Ms Patriot my slave, too.”

            “Okay, mistress,” Lynda said.

            “Lead the way, slave.”

            Lynda turned on a tall, stiletto heel and headed for the grand staircase. She led her new mistress upstairs to Jennifer’s master bedroom. Esmeralda paused to look it over, knowing it was now
her
bedroom. Lynda then led her into Jennifer's vast closet, which Esmeralda again stopped to look over with relish. Before stealing Jennifer’s body, she'd never thought much of sexy clothes, much less high fashion. But now that she was gorgeous beyond belief, she could indulge herself. And what a wardrobe to inherit.

            Lynda showed her how to access the secret room behind the closet, and then showed her all around their super heroine dressing room. She even revealed that they'd had a spell cast on them by Giselle, that allowed them to
change
between their civilian selves and super heroines selves at will.

            “Show me,” Esmeralda said.

            “Yes, mistress,” Lynda said. “I am Patriot Girl.”

            A flash of intense white light engulfed the beautiful blonde for a fraction of a second, and then standing before Esmeralda was Patriot Girl. It was impressive. That oversexed, bungling sorceress had her moments, for it was an impressive spell. The wicked witch had Lynda change back, since she liked her best naked. Then they got into the elevator and headed down to the Patriot Cave.

Chapter 5

            Ms Patriot squirmed in her chair. The current spell of butterflies had started when she'd heard the elevator rise up to Jade Manor. That meant Patriot Girl was coming down. That meant she’d have to deal with her raging emotions revolving around her sexy protégé. She had to be strong. They could
not
be lovers. They were above such crass considerations. Besides, sex was their undoing. If they started sleeping together, giving each other climaxes, they would stay depowered and their super heroine careers would be over.

            When the elevator started down, her libido started up again. She fought to slow her breathing, slow her heart rate.

            “Sex is for weaklings,” Ms Patriot sneered, trying desperately to shore up her self-control. “Besides, we have bigger fish to fry. We absolutely have to find that evil imposter before she ruins my Jennifer Jade reputation beyond any chance of repair. We have to stop her today.”

            The anger was the answer to her problem with Lynda. Anger nulled out the lust. As long as she could remain angrier than she was horny, then all would work out. She’d have to help Lynda work on her righteous anger as well. Together, they would rise above their setback and triumph over adversity and defeat the wicked witch that haunted them.

            The elevator opened behind her. She fought the urge to glance back at her sexy protégé. That might be too much, especially if Patriot Girl was of a similar mind as her. No, stay cool and keep it professional.

            “Glad you're joining me, Patriot Girl,” she said as casually as she could muster.

            No answer. Wait, was that
two
sets of stilettos on the hard tile?

            Ms Patriot froze, then slowly glanced over her right shoulder. Lynda was walking toward her, expressionless and naked. Tits bouncing enticingly, claiming her eyes for too long. Tearing her gaze from Lynda’s charms, she looked past the blonde at the woman who was with Lynda. Tall, raven-maned, gorgeous. Her doppelganger. And then their eyes locked, and the faux Jennifer's eyes flashed with hellfire.

            Ms Patriot’s eyes widened as she realized who they were dealing with. There was only one witch in Grimme City who made her eyes do that.

            “Esmeralda!” Ms Patriot cried as she surged out of her chair and struck a super heroine pose. “What have you done to my… to Ms Lynns?”

            “Ms Lynns, Lynda, Patriot Girl, it’s all the same,
Jennifer
,” Esmeralda said, and cackled with evil laughter. Her red-glowing eyes narrowed at the baby blue-eyed super heroine. “I’ve claimed Patriot Girl as my slave, and now I am going to claim you.”

            “In your dreams,” Ms Patriot said, seeing the witch about to cast a spell.

            The sexy super heroine juked right, then dashed left. Esmeralda wasted a spell as it shot off into thin air. Using her super strength and speed, the costumed vigilante charged the witch.

            Esmeralda did not have a power belt, so she wasn’t as fast or strong as Ms Patriot, but she was still very fast and strong. She ducked under Ms Patriot’s right cross, spun around as her opponent stood straight, and backhanded the super heroine. Ms Patriot was knocked aside and off-balance, and ended up crashing into Patriot Girl’s computer station.

            The vivacious vigilante didn’t hesitate. She rolled away before Esmeralda’s next spell hit. Then she was back on her feet, and promptly leapt at the surprised witch. Esmeralda ducked, but Ms Patriot got a fistful of silky black hair as she passed over her foe.

            “Ack!” the witch cried, as she was rudely and violently yanked straight back to the floor.

            Ms Patriot lost her grip on her enemy’s hair when she hit the floor, but she was on her red-booted feet much faster. Esmeralda rolled up onto all fours before her. The grinning super heroine kicked the witch in the face, flipping her over onto her back. As the evil witch groaned and writhed on the floor, trying to shake the cobwebs in her head, Ms Patriot gloated above her.

            “You are no match for a real super heroine, Esmeralda,” Ms Patriot said. “Like Truth and Justice, Ms Patriot always prevails!”

            “Yeah? Prevail this,” Esmeralda rasped out, and pointed her right hand’s middle finger at the smirking super heroine. A bolt of pure energy shot out, and hit the surprised super heroine right between her titanic tits. “Bitch.”

            “Ugh!” Ms Patriot grunted, and staggered back into Lynda, who just stood there. “Lynda, help me.”

            Lynda looked up into Ms Patriot's eyes, and said, “My mistress wants you. Surrender.”

            “You’ll pay dearly for what you did to Lynda,” Ms Patriot said.

            “What do you mean?” Esmeralda said, grinning. “All I did was give her a truly awesome couple of climaxes, tamed her wild spirit, and wiped all those torturously homo-erotic thoughts about you from her bimbo-like brain. She’s content now.”

            “What?” Ms Patriot gasped, gawking open-mouthed at her sexy protégé.

            “Moron,” Esmeralda sneered. “You make it too easy.”

            With that, the witch cast another spell. This one hit the busty super heroine between the legs. Intense fire spread throughout her spectacular body, forcing her to her knees, and then ripped out a truly epic climax that lasted a good two minutes.

            “Aaaaaaagggghhhh!” she cried, over and over and over until the climax finally, mercifully ended. “Sweet Justice, I am depowered and vulnerable.”

            “I know. Makes me all hot and bothered just thinking about it,” Esmeralda said, sauntering up to stand over the vanquished super heroine. “Of course, this body I stole from you always seems to be hot and bothered. How do you deal with it?”

            “With the willpower of a superior woman,” Ms Patriot said, still panting but looking very angry. Then a cruel little smile curled the corners of her full red lips, just before she punched Esmeralda in the pussy with all of her remaining strength. “I defy and defeat you!”

            “Ugh. Oooh,” Esmeralda cried, intense pain ripping through her sensitive body. The witch dropped to her knees, and then toppled to her back. “Lynda, help me.”