Ms Patriot: No Holds Barred

By Don Ship

Super heroine in peril fiction at its finest!

Grimme City's super heroines are young, hot, and descended of the legendary Viking Valkyrie.

Ms Patriot is Grimme City's premier super heroine, and she seeks to stop evil where ever she finds it, even in the city's top entertainment venues.  Discovering the nation's top pro wrestler is advocating a lifestyle of violence towards women, she challenges him to a no holds barred fight.  Winner takes all.  Her victory will send him off into oblivion, retired never to return.  His victory will put her on her knees, his girlfriend for a year, to use and abuse for all to see on national TV.  She has super strength, so how can she lose?  Does Ms Patriot realize what she's gotten herself into?  Can she outwit and outfight a master of manipulation?

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 story of approximately 10,800 words. 

Excerpt:
“Ms Patriot, Bruno will agree to your match if you agree to our terms,” she said.

“Name them,” Ms Patriot said, victory in sight.

There was no way for her to lose this.  She would end their vile exhibition in brutality for once and all time.  Once again, she would be the savior of the women’s movement and put evil misogynists back in their place.

“Okay, it will be a no holds barred, no rules grudge match.  Anything goes.  Agreed?”

All eyes were on Ms Patriot.  Bruno was behind the others.  He grinned and winked at her, flashing her the thumb’s up.  She took that to mean it was all a go now.

“Agreed.”

“And if you win, then Bruno will leave wrestling forever and vanish into the masses,” Yvette said.

“Exactly.”

“But if Bruno wins, then you will become his official girlfriend for a year.  Both on and off stage,” she said, grinning at Ms Patriot’s shocked look.  “You, Ms Patriot, will become Bruno’s bitch.”

“What?”

Nodding, Aaron said, “Perfect!  It’s the only way.  The fans will eat it up when their beloved hero crushes Ms Patriot and makes her his bitch.  Damn!  I like it!”

“So do I!  What a selling point,” Simon said.  “We’ll make a fortune either way it goes!”

“Well, that’s all you guys care about anyway,” Bruno said, giving her an encouraging nod.  “I’m the one who will be tossed out of the business, with no hope of returning.”

When all eyes turned back to Ms Patriot, Bruno gave her an encouraging look and nod.  As if to say, we got them where we want them.  We will decide how this turns out.  She almost forgot he was on her side, what with the whole “becoming his bitch” thing being his idea and all.  But he wanted his reign of terror to end as well.  So it was just a good marketing ploy, and apparently what was need to get Dominant Management to agree.

But how scary was the deal?  If she lost, she would have to become the very woman she was trying to protect.  She would have to endure his use and abuse, and very publicly.  But with her power belt she’d be better equipped to deal with him.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rogue House Press
• Release date: Jun 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502228093

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Rogue  House Press

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Copyright 2013 by Don Ship

Cover Art by Artdude41

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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If you enjoy this story, please check out other titles by Don Ship at the end of the ebook.

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Ms Patriot: No Holds Barred

(Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)

It wasn’t so much a room as a suite.  Jennifer Jade’s master bedroom was a good two thousand square feet of luxury.  There was a sunken sitting area around a fireplace, a small office, and two sprawling closets — one for clothes and one for shoes and accessories.  The bed was a California king, with fifteen hundred dollar sheets so soft they made silk feel scratchy.

Jennifer lay on that huge bed, her bare feet crossed at the ankles and wearing nothing but a crimson dressing robe that barely dropped down far enough to cover her nether regions.  She held a remote in her perfectly manicured hand, scowling up at the 52" flat HDTV that dropped out of the ceiling.

Five hundred channels and not a thing to watch, she muttered in disgust.

She’d already watched all of her Tivo’ed shows — Sex in the City, Law and Order, and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.  But she was still too wired to sleep.  It was a big day, what with capturing that ring of jewel thieves after a two month investigation, then happening across not one, but two bank robberies in progress on her way home.  What a day.

She pressed the right arrow button again – Gilligan’s Island.  Press the right arrow button – Cartoons.  Press the button – Playboy Channel.  Press the button – Wrestling.

How much do I pay for this crap, she muttered, raising the remote to change the channel again.  Then she saw him.  What the — ?

The huge, muscle-bound brute with his long, curly blonde hair, slapped the snot out of a pretty young woman.  The woman was scantily clad in tight pink short-shorts, stiletto platforms, and halter.  She was blonde and extremely shapely, with big silicon tits.  And the slap spun her around three times before she smashed to the floor and lay still.

Jennifer’s left hand immediately covered her mouth as she gawked in horror.  The crowd was going wild and the brute was bowing and grinning stupidly.  Then he kicked her in the side, rolling her limp body over onto her back.  He motioned, and a large man just outside of the ring reached in and grabbed her by the ankle, and pulled her out of the ring.  She was thrown over his shoulder and carried away.

You can have the stupid bitch, he cried angrily, sweat pouring off his face.  I’ll kill her if I see her bimbo ass again!

Well, folks, there goes Bruno again, the announcer said.  Bitch slapped another girlfriend into the mat and into la-la land.  Wow.

Wow, indeed, Paul, the color commentator piped in merrily.  That’s the fifth girlfriend he has slapped down this month.  Two are still in the hospital!

"They don’t call him the Brutalizer