Ms Patriot: Monster Ball
The legendary Ms Patriot is determined to catch a notorious white slaver on Halloween night, during the notorious Monster Ball held by the city's pimps and hookers. At the height of the Ball, during the auction of captured beauties, she leaps into action. What will the wicked people attending the Monster Ball do? Can she defeat all those evil people? More
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The legendary Ms Patriot is determined to catch a notorious white slaver on Halloween night, during the notorious Monster Ball held by the city's pimps and hookers. At the height of the Ball, during the auction of captured beauties, she leaps into action. What will the wicked people attending the Monster Ball do? Can she defeat all those evil people?
Warning: This super heroine in peril, urban fantasy story has explicit violence and sex. It gets down and dirty, showing the dark side of costumed vigilantism. For adults 18 years old and above who are not easily offended.
This is a short-story of approximately 4975 words.
Once all the girls had been paraded before the leering audience, they were gathered to one side of the stage and led out one at a time by burly goons working for Tigress. Ms Patriot watched as the first dozen girls were auctioned off to pimps and madams, and as cash exchanged hands.
“That’s quite enough,” she muttered, too enraged by what she witnessed to take any more. She knew who bought the coeds, and they would be dealt with after she caught Tigress. So, rushing through the kitchen doors and out into the ballroom, she raced up to, and leapt upon, the end of the long catwalk. “Halt! This abomination is over, miscreants! Tigress, I place you under arrest for trafficking in white slavery.”
The ballroom was deathly silent as everyone gawked at the beautiful super heroine standing high above and amidst them. Ms Patriot struck her patented super heroine pose – chin high, arms akimbo, and hip jutting to one side. And she knew she was quite a sight in her skimpy red, white, and blue costume, with red thigh boots and opera gloves, tiara, and blue mask. And that golden power belt that set her head and shoulders above them all, and made her a super heroine of the first order.
“Oh, poo,” Tigress said, frowning. “Will someone rid me of this annoying woman?”
“Not likely, Tigress. I am Justice, here to take you down,” Ms Patriot said proudly. “No one here is a match for my strength and resolve. So I suggest you surrender now, so it will go easier on you.”
“No!” the crowd cried.
About the Author:
Don has been hooked on sexy super heroines since the day he watched Frau Fausta Grables chloroform and capture Wonder Woman on TV. It was a simple step from there into super heroines in peril stories. Now he writes his own characters, and it having the time of his life doing so.
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