Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 63) (Patreon)

Chapter 63

Jennifer looked up from her iPad as the Rolls Royce came to a stop. A glance out the window made her smile. Her long day at Jade Enterprises was officially over.

“Playtime with my girls.”

She powered off the iPad with all of its work documents, legal briefs, and proposals. A little of the typical workday’s tension bled away and she squirmed in her seat. The bodyguard riding shotgun opened her door, then offered a hand. Jennifer accepted his assistance as she slipped out in that uber tight pencil skirt stretched across her thighs. Practically a hobble skirt. Her stilettos clattered softly on the cobbled drive. She stood straight, smoothed her red skirt and white silk blouse, and finally flipped waist-length black hair behind her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said. Grabbing her purse and iPad, Jennifer headed for the door. “Thank you, boys.”

She could feel all of their eyes burning into her as she walked to the door, hips swinging, heels clacking, hair bouncing. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her glossy red lips. And then the door opened.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” Clive intoned so formally.

Jennifer graced him with a little smile as she passed inside. Her eyes immediately swept across the sight awaiting her. Tabby, Patriot Girl, Silver Girl, Justice Star, and Purple Avenger knelt in line and in full costumes, including masks. The sight made her breath catch.

“What a beautiful sight,” she whispered.

Their booted legs were spread wide, hands on thighs, and eyes downcast in abject humility and servitude. Natural born slaves each and every one of them. She felt a hot tingle in her loins, knowing each one of them would give her life to protect her. Their only desire was to please her in any and every way. Gorgeous, obedient, and eager to please, the perfect sex slaves.

“Attend me, slaves.”

She turned on a heel and strode toward the grand stairs. The slaves stood and followed in line up the stairs to the second floor. Jennifer led them to the master bedroom, and then stopped at the foot of her giant Alaska King bed. Biggest bed she could find.

Three outfits were laid out upon the bed. One was her Mistress Patriot costume. Another was a black latex bodysuit with high collar and long sleeves, latex gloves, fishnet pantyhose, and lace up black thigh boots. It also had a black underboob corset, with red lacing and piping. The last outfit was comfy flannel pajama bottoms and a crop top tank.

“I’ll be Mistress Patriot tonight, but I want to wear the fishnets and lace up boots.”

Jennifer spread her legs wide, held her arms out, and her slaves surrounded her. They quickly stripped her naked. She was helped into the black fishnet pantyhose first, then the matte black lace up thigh boots were put on her by Justice Star and Purple Avenger. She paused to admire the very snug boots, with the twin lines of silver hooks and black laces. That’s when Silver Girl helped her step into the star-spangled black thong bikini bottoms. Patriot Girl and Tabby then wrapped the stiff black leather corset around her body, each girl fluffing up a boob to display them perfectly. Then Justice Star and Purple Avenger each pulled matching opera gloves up above her elbows, while Patriot Girl wrapped a red and black leather collar around her slender neck, and Silver Girl hung huge silver hoops off her ears. She waved away the black mask.

She picked up the wide, enchanted power belt. Her Object of Power. She slowly wrapped it around her narrow waist, and snapped it closed. Magic flowed into her spectacular body. It was so erotic, filling her with tingly hot flutters. Jennifer felt her love juices flow, soaking her bottoms.

“I feel like myself again,” she said, smiling. Then she said formally, “I am Mistress Patriot.”

And with that, Mistress Patriot her favorite slavegirls into the closet, through the secret door, and down to the Patriot Dungeon. The booming sound of lights coming on greeted them. She led them straight to the middle of her well-stocked dungeon. The slaves dropped to their knees when she stopped and whirled around to face them.

“Shall we have a little fun?”

“Anything you desire, Mistress,” Patriot Girl said. “Is this how we’ll spend our evening? Or do you plan to go to the House of Joy later?”

“I’m taking the night off. I’ve already sent Jessy over to preside over the club tonight.”

Mistress Patriot walked around the dungeon, weaving through and around the playstations. She finally found one that pleased her. It was a wide steel bow-shaped playstation. Two steel posts held it up.

“Purple Avenger,” she said. “Come here, Tanika. Let’s get you secured in this one.”

Purple Avenger crawled sensually over to her mistress. With Justice Star’s help, Mistress Patriot stripped off the African-American beauty’s costume, down to just mask, gloves, and boots. Purple Avenger was laid down on the polished concrete, head precisely between the two posts. Her arms were pulled to the sides, wrists locked into cuffs attached to the base of the posts.

The other slaves joined them. Justice Star then lifted the black heroine’s butt up until she was vertical, resting her on neck and shoulders. Patriot Girl and Silver Girl pulled her purple thigh-booted legs into a wide split. Her ankles were locked into cuffs at the ends of the “bow.” Short arms were swiveled up, with cuffs that went around her legs just below her knees. Purple Avenger was perfectly secured like this, her pussy and anus exposed for easy exploitation.

Mistress Patriot leaned over and gave the helpless heroine’s slit a firm lick, end to end. Then each of the other slavegirls kissed her pussy.

“Don’t go anywhere, babygirl,” Mistress Patriot said. “Patriot Girl, you’re next. Come with me.”

She led the other slavegirls to the wall. Padded leather cuffs lay open on the floor, attached to chains that ran up the wall to heavy-duty steel eye-hooks. The chains passed through them, and went back down to wenches on the side. Patriot Girl’s two-piece costume was removed, leaving her in just mask, gloves, and boots. Then she laid down, feet at the wall. Tabby and Justice Star buckled the cuffs around her ankles, then Mistress Patriot used an app on her phone to turn on the wenches. Patriot Girl was pulled up the wall, feet first. She hung upside down, face at Mistress Patriot’s pussy level. Silver Girl then put nipple clamps on her nipples, while Justice Star and Tabby pulled her arms wide and locked him into cuffs chained to the wall. That left the former sidekick spread-eagle upside down.

“What a beautiful sight. You looked fucklicious, babygirl.”

Mistress Patriot led the remaining three slavegirls to the middle of the dungeon. A thick chain hung down to the floor there, with two steel bars, all attached together with chains. Tabby was stripped to just her boots, before being forced to lay on her belly. The wicked dominatrix supervised Silver Girl and Justice Star as they locked Tabby’s wrists into cuffs at the ends of the shortest of the two bars. Then the longer bar was laid across the redhead’s knees, before her ankles were crossed and bound together in a double cuff, attacked to the middle of the long bar. Then Mistress Patriot used the app on her phone to lift Tabby upside down like that. The dominatrix-turned-slavegirl hung before her, pussy at her mistress’s mouth level.

“Put some nipple clamps on her, Silver,” she said. “Ball-gag her, Star.”

She got the warm fuzzies watching as her former mistress, the woman that broke her, enslaved her, was put in that perfect torment. Tabby moaned and groaned, body moving so sensuously even in her agony.

“Don’t blame me, Tabby. You made me this way,” she taunted.

Ordering the last two slavegirls to attend her, Mistress Patriot walked over to another wall. She and Silver Girl stripped Justice Star down to mask, gloves, and boots. Then the beautiful brunette was pushed back against the wall. She had to lift her hands in the classic surrender gesture, whereupon the other two women locked her wrists into steel cuffs bolted into the wall. A wide steel collar, also bolted to the wall, was locked around her throat. Nipple clamps were locked on her sensitive nipples, making her groan and arch her back.

“I love it. You look amazing.”

Mistress Patriot then took Silver Girl over to a bondage horse, stripped her down to mask, gloves, and boots, before bending her over it. The ex-sidekick’s ankles were spread wide and locked into cuffs chain far to the sides. Then she was ring-gagged, wrists tied to the opposite arm’s elbow. That done, Mistress Patriot snapped a steel collar around her slender neck, lifted up a chain fastened to the floor, and snapped it on to force her snugly down across the station.

Then she picked up a black-lacquered paddle. And let loose on her sweetly rounded butt. Paddled it bright red. Once satisfied, she buckled a monster strap-on around her hips. Grabbing the pony-tailed blonde’s wide hips, she slammed into her hard and fast. The Turned heroine forced her former friend, now her slave, to come five times before she moved on, leaving the poor thing lost in the Curse and begging for more.

Next Mistress Patriot approached Purple Avenger. She dropped to her knees behind the black beauty, lowered her face, and started kissing, nibbling, and licking that slick cunt. Mistress Patriot rubbed her super-sensitive clit while eating her out, forcing her to climax twice. Then she picked up a riding crop, and started whipping her inner thighs, pussy, and buttocks. Whipped her until she climaxed again in agony. That’s when she lubed up Purple Avenger’s anus, and sodomized her with that long, so thick strap-on.

The African-American heroine bucked and cried out, but she also climaxed four more times before the wicked dominatrix was finished with her. Leaving her panting, gasping, Mistress Patriot set her baby blues on Tabby. The redhead’s eyes widened, and she shook her head as her mistress approached.

“Look at you, Tabby. So beautiful. So vulnerable. So helpless to stop what I’m about to do to you.”

The raven-maned beauty dropped to her knees and held Tabby’s head with both hands. The redhead’s long, silky hair hung down to brush across Mistress Patriot’s thighs. Such a sensuous sensation. Then she reached out with her tongue and gave the bright red ball-gag a lick.

Catching Tabby’s eyes. “You know, you are the only slave I actually hate. With all my heart. But at the same time, when you broke me, you forced me to fall head over heels in love with you. I don’t know if I hate you more, or love you more.”

Mistress Patriot popped the ball-gag out of her mouth, leaving it to hang around the slave’s neck. Then she tilted her head, and slowly, sensually claimed Tabitha’s trembling lips. They both moaned and groaned as passion erupted within both. She made out hot and heavy with the first woman she ever enslaved for the longest time. Then she removed the nipple clamps so she could motorboat tits, suck, lick, and nibble swollen pink nipples. She hugged, kissed her way up the cruelly bound and displayed beauty’s body. Standing, she started eating pussy, putting all her heart and soul into it. Making Tabby climax twice before putting the nipple clamps back on, and forcing the ball-gag back between her teeth.

The wicked beauty took a moment to fix her face, reapplying red lip gloss, and brushing her long hair. Then she removed her star-spangled black bikini bottoms, and ripped a hole in the pantyhose to expose her Brazilian waxed pussy. With the strap-on back on, she picked up the riding crop and headed for Justice Star.

“You look totally fuckable, Diana,” she purred.

She approached slowly, sexily. Making her stilettos clack even louder, echoing through the vast cavernous dungeon. Fear, desire, lust, uncertainty all took turns across her lovely face. Her eyes rounded when Mistress Patriot lifted the riding crop, a cruel smile spreading across her unmasked face.

“I bet you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

The empowered dominatrix tugged on Justice Star’s nipple clamps, making the young beauty squirm and grunt. Then she stepped back, lifted the riding crop, and brought it down across her thighs. Mistress Patriot proceeded to whip her from the knees up, leaving criss-crossing red welt between her knees and neck. She spent half of the time whipping the enslaved heroines tits, loving the way those large, firm tits jiggled like jello with each strike.

Flinging the crop aside, she pressed up close, started fondling her tits, and claimed her lips. They made out with fiery passion, with Justice Star’s booted legs wrapping around her. Mistress Patriot guided her strap-on into her slavegirl’s hot, wet pussy, and thrust in hard.

“Ugggh!”

“Like that, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes! I love it, Mistress,” she cried. “Whip me. Bite me. Fuck me!”

Mistress Patriot kissed, fondled, and fucked Diana through five climaxes, forcing her deep into the Curse of the Valkyrie. She laughed when she pulled away, loving how thoroughly fucked Justice Star looked as she hung there against the wall, huffing and puffing, eyes rolled up, and body shiny with sweat.

“You’re welcome, slave.”

Patriot Girl, upside down and spread-eagle, called to her loins like no other. Her former protégé, whom she would’ve died to protect, was by far her most eager to please and obedient slavegirl. And to be honest, her favorite. She might love Tabby more, was Lynda was still the closest to her, her forever favorite.

“Who do you love, Lynda?”

“I love you, Mistress,” she said, voice choked with emotion. “I love you will all my heart and soul.”

“I know,” she purred, stroking her cheek. “So lovely. I love you, too, my precious bondage angel.”

She ran her black-gloved hands all over her slave’s body, before lowering her lips to that shiny wet pussy. Right there at mouth height. Mistress Patriot squeezed and caress Lynda’s firm, meaty butt while she ate pussy, tongue lapping hungrily at her leaking cunt. She sucked on and nibbled the blonde’s engorged clit, making the ex-sidekick jerk and cry out repeatedly. Until…

“Aaagggh! Yes! Thank you, Mistress! May I have another?”

The raven-haired beauty moved back a half-step, grabbed Patriot Girl’s head with one hand, and guided the strap-on to her mouth with the other. She started pumping into the blonde’s mouth, forcing her way deeper and deeper. It didn’t take long before she penetrated Lynda’s tight throat, and started deep-throating her. Her beautiful slave gasped, gagged, and slurped hungrily on that long, thick shaft of rubber. After watching a moment, the horny dominatrix returned to eating pussy while deep-throating.

She forced Patriot Girl to climax so hard the blonde squirted a copious load of girl cum in her face. She stepped back, licking her lips.

Mistress Patriot looked around the dungeon, at five well-fucked bondage slaves. Her five favorites slavegirls. Each and every one of them always surrendered so sweetly, especially when locked into bondage playstations.

“That was fun. Now, let’s get you girls moved to new stations,” Mistress Patriot said, smirking and wagging her brows. “And then I can start round two.”