Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 59) (Patreon)

Chapter 59

Daul Manor, Sunday morning, 4:10 AM…

“Mmmgh,” Purple Avenger moaned around her gag when the SUV rolled to a stop. Her wrists were bound to the opposite arm’s elbow, ankles hobbled, and a ring-gag strapped into her mouth. Worst to her, they’d blindfolded her. “Mmmmgh.”

She understood it was THAT time. Time for her captor and minions to “finish her off” in the most wicked way. While they’d fucked her into the Curse of the Valkyrie multiple times back at the House of Joy, their efforts to brainwash her into absolute obedience was minimal at best. Mostly, they were reveling in their victory.

Mistress Patriot tugged on her leash after she heard car doors opening.

“Come along, my lovely little pet,” Mistress Patriot purred in her deep, sultry voice. “The victory party hasn’t really started yet.”

Purple Avenger groaned miserably, while the other captured heroines giggled.

She was half-dragged out of the back seat at the end of that insidious leash. She came close to face-planting when she was forced out onto the driveway. Tiny rocks and pebbles dug into her bare feet. The cool breeze chilled her hot, naked skin. All she wore at the moment were her leash and bindings. As she stood straight, trying to get her balance, a large male hand started slapping her tits back and forth, up and down. Multiple men chuckled as she imagined them leering at her naked tits, jostling so enticingly.

Someone thrust a long, thick finger into her mouth, through the ring gag that kept her open to such salacious acts. Without thinking, she started sucking on it. It was what he wanted, and fear of the beating she’d receive for refusing was too much to deny him that small pleasure.

Men chuckled and women giggled. She felt her face heating up. The hour long drive from the club gave her more than enough time to recover her wits, so she felt shame and humiliation ten times greater than when under the Curse.

“Attend me,” Mistress Patriot commanded.

She pulled on the blindfolded beauty’s leash, and got her waddling along. The hobble chains were quite short, forcing her into the slowest, most humiliating tiny stride ever. A moment later, they entered the mansion and moved up to the great, sweeping stairs. She’d been to Daul Manor countless time, so pictured in her head that massive, fabulous crystal chandelier above, the wood, the marble, the red carpet down the middle of the stairs. It still smelled the same as she remembered. And then one of the men swept her up into his arms and carried her up to the second floor.

Back on her feet, Mistress Patriot continued to lead her slowly toward the master bedroom. They went straight into the closet, and into the secret room behind. She didn’t realize she was in an elevator until it started down. It felt quite fast, and still took a while to reach the former Patriot Cave.

Led out of the elevator, she was stopped just a dozen steps in. Mistress Patriot pulled off the blindfold.

Oh no, she thought. She’s turned it into a BDSM dungeon on steroids!

Silver Girl and Tabby walked past her to the left, with Patriot Girl and Justice Star to the right. They made for the dungeon, hips swinging in their sassy stiletto-heel struts. Mistress Patriot led her deeper into the Patriot Dungeon, followed by way too many House of Joy bouncers. Was it all of the bouncers?

She couldn’t breathe for a moment. Everything they did to her back at the club was for show, to entertain the membership. Purple Avenger had no doubt Mistress Patriot was about to get down to her dirty business. They were going to break her on bondage stations, tame her with nonstop sex and cock. Her captors were going to force her into the Curse, and then remold her into another hot and sexy fuck toy. A sex slave for the House of Joy.

Mistress Patriot dropped the leash. She grabbed a fistful of short, black hair at the back of the captive’s head, yanked her head back and forced her back to bow, and then her right hand came up to sensuously caress and fondle large, firm tits. She pushed her face in so close her glossy red lips brushed the hapless heroine’s.

“Now the fun really begins,” she whispered, their eyes locked. “You will be a broken heroine before the sun rises. You will be mine body, mind, and soul, Tanika. You will be just as joyfully obedient and sexual as our little friends over there.”

“You won’t get away with this,” she replied, the ring gag making her words barely understandable.

“That’s what Silver Girl said. That’s what Justice Star said,” Mistress Patriot purred. She wagged her brows. “Hell, that’s what I said. We were wrong, as are you, my lovely little pet.”

Tabby approached with a pair of torture devices. Purple Avenger’s heart sank into her belly as she remembered feeling that sharp pain in the past. Mistress Patriot smirked, reached out and accepted one of the nipple clamps. It had a weight instead of a bell, which just made it scarier.

“Shall we get started?”

Mistress Patriot squeezed open the clamp, and then slowly closed it on the heroine’s right nipple.

“Uggggh!”

“I knew you’d not like that,” she laughed. She clamped the other on Purple Avenger’s left nipple. “Double the fun.”

Purple Avenger squeezed her burning eyes closed, bucking and shaking her tortured tits. She knew she was putting on a sexy show for everyone, but didn’t care. It just hurt that badly. Those had to be the tightest, most painful nipple clamps she ever experienced.

While she struggled, Mistress Patriot’s free hand snaked down between her legs and curled two fingers up into her snatch. She rubbed Purple Avenger’s clit with her thumb, while her fingers tormented the captive’s pussy. The already aroused, previously climaxed beauty started to buck and rock her head as her insides melted into a fluttery hot mess. Sexy sensations began rippling through her spectacular body, stoking her libido to new heights.

I must deny them.

“Relax and let go, my pet,” Mistress Patriot purred into her ear. The raven-maned beauty was pressed up behind her now, one arm around her to hold her in place. “You belong to me. We both know you will break. You will joyfully give yourself to me in the end. Your fate is sealed. Make it easier on yourself and surrender to me now.”

“No!”

“So be it. Tyrone.”

The big black bouncer stepped up before Purple Avenger. He was already naked. She looked around, and all of the bouncers were naked and surrounding her and Mistress Patriot.

Oh nonono!

Tyrone pressed up close, flipped her feet over his shoulders, and then Mistress Patriot reached down between them to guide him straight into her pussy. He thrust, fully sheathing that first time.

“Aaaggh!”

“Super heroines are always so expressive,” he laughed.

He started thrusting into her with wild abandon, his hands starting out on her hips, but soon began exploring her amazing body. All while Mistress Patriot waved Ozzie up to hold the heroine’s upper body up, while roughly fondling her pillowy tits. The evil BDSM mistress then concentrated on Purple Avenger’s clit.

The pleasure proved too intense, too much to endure and stay sane. The helpless heroine cried out through the ring gag, bucking and writhing as the big bouncer reamed her out like a boss. Mistress Patriot made it ten times more intense by masturbating her clit, as well as alternating between tugging on her nipple clamps and shoving fingers into her mouth.

And when Purple Avenger didn’t think it could get worse, Tabby thrust a finger up her poop chute. She felt that finger fucking in her soul, while Tyrone and Mistress Patriot pushed her to the brink. And then she lost control, and her body surged over the top.

“Aaaaagggh!”

Intense waves of orgasmic wonderfulness washed through her, over and over. Her body bowed up, then returned to bucking as her tormentors never faltered in their efforts. And soon she climaxed again, and again. Her mind cleared, became still and serene after the forth orgasm. Mistress Patriot and Tabby immediately leaned in and started brainwashing her. Their words of submission and obedience sounded like truth. Felt right. Soon, she almost could feel her mind rewiring.

“Put this melted fuck toy on the rack over there,” Mistress Patriot finally said after the fifth forced climax.

Ozzie and Tyrone carried the now limp heroine over to an X-shaped rack, waiting horizontal to the floor. She was laid atop it, while Patriot Girl, Silver Girl, Justice Star, and Tabby locked her wrists and ankles down. That left her bound face up, spread eagle, and open to anything and everything her captors wanted to do to her.

Purple Avenger lay there, head hanging back, body quivering in the afterglow of so many forced orgasms. The men and women around her smiled as they studied her sweat-shiny body, looking so hot and sexy. After a moment, she lifted her head and looked around. All she saw was dark lust and desire. So many erections.

“Fuck me. Too much.”

“She’s getting better at speaking through the ring gag,” Patriot Girl said. “She learns fast.”

Ozzie moved up between her legs, grabbed her hips, and thrust deep inside her. Her body bowed up, a cry escaping her lips. Then Punch loomed over her face. He seized her head, and slowly forced his big dick through the ring gag and deep into her hot, wet mouth.

“Mmmmgh.” Sluuurp. “Mmmmmgh.”

Punch started roughly fonding her tits while he fucked her face, even slapping her tits around to make them jiggle and quiver like jello. The weighted nipple clamps hung off the sides, pulling her throbbing nips hard and painfully. The weights made Punch’s little titty game harder, but he powered through to the delight of everyone gathered around and watching.

Punch came first, flooding her mouth with cum. The ring gag was large enough to make swallowing impossible, so she just forced the cum out of her mouth with her tongue, getting that sticky mess all over her face, neck, making it drool down to the floor. But then Justice Star climbed up to straddle her chest, leaned over, and licked off all the cum. At the same time, Patriot Girl knelt between Purple Avenger’s legs and ate out all of the cum oozing out of her pussy. Silver Girl and Tabby licked the cum off the floor, both ends.

And that’s how it went for the next few hours, as every bouncer fucked her pussy, mouth, and ass at least once. All while the other heroine sex slaves licked up the cum, cleaning up after them. So it was mid Sunday morning when Purple Avenger was finally pulled off that rack, led over to another bondage station, and locked down. She was forced to kneel on the hard concrete, while her lower legs were strapped down tight at the ankles and knees. Then she was forced to bend over until her boobs and shoulders were pressed down to the concrete floor, and a strap across her back and shoulders held her down. Her arms were stretched out to the sides and strapped down. She found herself unable to move an inch in any direction.

That’s when they pulled up the fucking machine. Double-dildo. Self-lubricating. And they didn’t waste any time getting it started on her.

“Aaaiiee!” she cried when both massive rubber dildos thrust up into her pussy and ass.

Then Mistress Patriot placed a helmet with VR goggles on her, and the brainwashing program began. She groaned miserably, knowing it was the end of her heroine career. The end of her freedom. The beginning of her fated sex slavery.