Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 64) (Patreon)

Chapter 64

Meanwhile across town at the Dollhouse…

Jill was walked into an upstairs bedroom, her handler’s hand tight in her hair. Toad followed them inside, leaving Annette, Toni, and Kameko out in the corridor with their handlers fondling them. She was hauled short of the bed, forced to stand up straight, back slightly bowed, while her handler’s free hand plowed into her sopping wet, well-reamed out pussy.

She squirmed, tiny sounds of pleasure and distress bubbling up. The Toad, her new master, looked her over critically, before nodding and addressing her handler.

“Okay, Damien, I want Red here dolled up in lots of shiny jewelry, and all black bra, t-back, garter belt, hose, and heels.”

“You got it, boss,” the big black bouncer said, leering down at her.

The club owner waddled away, leading the other girls to their new rooms. And their handlers would get them prepared for their new lives and duties at the Dollhouse.

Jill bit her lip, big pleading green eyes cut up at her merciless handler. Damien claimed her lips in a deep, open mouth kiss, while fondling her nude body. She was stark naked. Not a stitch of her street clothes remained, though he did bring her fine feminine footwear up with them. His free hand intensified the finger fucking. She was still languishing in the Curse after untold hours of being gangbanged by all of the strip club’s bouncers, and quite a few of the regulars. Even a dozen or more strippers came in to enjoy their bodies with hot lesbian sex. So Damien’s efforts already had her on the brink of climax. Her right hand snaked down, index finger finding her engorged, thrumming clit, and started flicking it with a long, black-painted fingernail.

“Aaaaagggh!” she cried out, body erupting yet again with a mind-numbing orgasm. Damien chuckled as she quivered in his arms, lost in the afterglow. “Oooooo.”

“You are such a fucking whore,” he sneered. “All of you heroines are certified super sluts.”

“I know,” she gasped out, eyes fluttering. “Oooooo, Goddess save me.”

“No one’s saving you, Omega Slut,” he laughed. Damien flung her against the wall. He pointed to a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. “You heard how the boss wants you to dress. Get to it.”

Jill obeyed, checking in the drawers. She found a t-back thong, matching bra, and put them on. Both were a little small, which she really felt when the thong camel-toed up into her drenched slit and the bra made her tits really bulge over the top. Next, she pulled on a pair of medium black hose. It took a few to find a lacy black garter belt, before putting that on. Damien pulled a pair of shiny black patent pumps out of the wardrobe, which fit perfectly. Then he hauled her into the small attached bath where she found cosmetics and a small jewelry box.

Once her face was made up bright and sexy, hair curled, she put on a heavy silver bracelet, a silver chain choker, and big silver hoops. Damien then dragged her back out into the corridor where they waited for the others. They didn’t have to wait long.

Toni came out next, wearing a copper colored string bikini and the brown patent thigh boots from earlier. She wore similar jewelry. Her handler, a short stout balding man, came out after her, scowling at her like he wanted to beat her up.

“Are you doing okay?” Toni asked in a whisper.

“I’ve had better days.”

“I hear you.”

“Who is that?” she asked, indicating Toni’s handler.

“Carmine,” she whispered. “Don’t mess with him. He’s mean as shit.”

Annette came out, Kurt’s hand twisted in her hair, a grimace on her lovely face. She was shoved at the other two women, stumbling off her heels at their feet. Jill and Toni helped her up. She wore big silver jewelry, and all white: satin choker, very sheer lacy midriff bustier, thongs, and thigh boots. Her fingerless opera gloves were the same tight, sheer lace as her bustier. Her glazed hazel eyes and quivering belly screamed she’d just been forced to climax seconds before coming out.

And that’s when Kameko was flung out her door to crash against the far wall. Jill shook her head woefully. They were all depowered, broken, and enslaved. No one was fighting the men. So there was no reason to treat them so roughly, so rudely.

Kameko hurried up to them, casting a worried look back as Sam emerged from her room. She was dressed just like Annette, only in all red. The women all greeted her with hugs, before they offered words of comfort and encouragement to each other.

Damien chuckled. “You whores are pathetic. Stop wasting time. Get a move on. Boss wants you all to start earning your keep.”

Jill led the way, following Damien down the stairs to exit next to the dressing room in back. They were shown the dressing room, and then taken out onto the floor. The room was packed with men on that Monday night. She guessed it around ten at night. There were no clocks, so she wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but she’d always had a good sense of time.

“You are all going to dance next on the main stage,” Damien said. “The DJ is going to play ten songs, and you will perform through them all.”

“Ten?” Annette cried. “That’s not fair. It’s supposed to be just three songs.”

Jill glanced at her. How did she know that? And three sounded oddly specific. But Damien was unfazed.

“Boss’s orders, Silver,” he sneered, leering at her barely contained tits. “You girls will strip during the first song, and better be down to just jewelry and footwear by the time it ends.”

“We have to dance completely naked?” Jill asked. “Isn’t that illegal?”

“Funny. There’s nothing legal about this club,” he said. “And you won’t be dancing.”

“What?”

“Boss wants a hot, sexy, lesbian sex show from you whores. You better put on a good show, too, or else.”

The women looked at each other, eyes huge. Jill grimaced, but nodded. The four of them had already made out with each other for the entertainment of Toad and his henchmen. Hours of every kind of sex imaginable was used to break and tame them. She already knew Annette, Kameko, and Toni intimately, both physically and emotionally.

They stood in line next to the main stage until the song ended, watching an Asian stripper in a thong and heels milking men of folded dollar bills. She was gorgeous, so got lots of tips. Then the song ended, Damien gave her a hand down, and she vanished into the room without bothering to redress. And then Jill had to lead Toni, Annette, and Kameko up onto stage, in that order. They lined up obediently, staring out at the audience with big eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the DJ’s big voice boomed. “Please put your hands together and welcome the Dollhouse’s four newest dancers!”

Men clapped, shouted, and jeered.

“From left to right is Jill ‘Omega Girl’ Green, Toni ‘Shewolf’ Garza, Annette ‘Silver Angel’ Moore, and Kameko ‘Ninja Girl’ Moto. Yes! They are the four unmasked and outed super heroines. They joined us here when the boss offered them protection, so now they will show YOU their hot, feminine, gratitude.”

This is getting worse and worse, Jill thought.

A famous and common song in strip clubs started up — Girls, Girls, Girls.

“You can put tips on the stage, but the girls will not be accepting them personally this time. This is a ten song introduction event for your viewing pleasure.”

Annette was the first to start dancing. In fact, the tall, blonde beauty very quickly removed her top, tossing it aside to wild cheers. Then Toni started moving to the music, dancing in the most salacious manner. Jill’s breath caught watching the two of them. That’s when Kameko started her dance, so Jill began as well.

All tops came off in the first minute, with Jill’s painfully tight bra tossed to the side. Despite being topless before hundreds of eyes, it was a relief. It really was too painfully small for her. And that was the reason her thong came off immediately thereafter. She faced the audience, feeling terribly exposed, vulnerable, and helpless.

Yeah, her pussy thrummed with achy need, insides a hot, fluttery mess. Heart hammering and throat tight.

Is this really my fate?

At twenty-one she could very well be pretty enough to strip another thirty years. Maybe ten years or more, since Valkyrie aged slower, at least outwardly, than normal people. She’d be quite beautiful well into her fifties, sixties, perhaps even her seventies. And that was without plastic surgery.

“Kissy-kissy,” the DJ prompted them. “Let the show begin!”

Jill and Toni turned toward each other. She spotted Annette and Kameko pressing up together beyond the Latina. Those two must’ve been even hornier than her, because they started making out hot and heavy without hesitation.

Toni pressed up close, breasts squashing together, bellies rubbing. While Toni was an inch taller, Jill’s pumps had an one-inch platform so the heels were taller. They faced each other eye-to-eye, their gaze intense. Both women were teetering on the edge of the Curse. Their spectacular bodies trembled with a combination of humiliation and deep need. Jill licked her lips, and Toni tilted her head.

“Mmmm,” they moaned as they sank into a deep lipstick kiss.

Delicate, beautifully manicured hands began to roam curves and bulges. Jill grabbed a handful of meaty butt cheek, digging her nails in to lots of cheers from the audience. Their mouths opened, tongues tangoing. Jill quickly lost herself in the feels, emotions so chaotic, everything so scary and thrilling. Toni broke from their kiss, kissing and nibbling a line down her neck to her tits. The Latina attacked her tits with relish, sending the most wonderful sensations rippling throughout Jill’s body.

“Oh, baby,” Toni whispered when Jill’s hand found her pussy.

All four heroines had full Brazilians, so it was just silky smooth folds, all hot and slick with pre-cum. Jill’s throat tightened, a deep desire to taste Toni again overwhelmed her, but it was the Latina who dropped to her knees and buried her face up between her lover’s thighs.

“Oh, Toni,” she gasped, back bowing as the gorgeous Latina lapped up her love juices.

Jill buried both hands deep in her lover’s silky brown hair, while Toni sucked and nibbled her sensitive folds. Forced a tongue deep into her drenched slit to release even more pre-cum. Okay, maybe a lot of man cum from the earlier gangbang.

“Aaaagggh!” Kameko cried.

Jill glanced over, finding the Asian beauty on her back, Annette kneeling between her legs and eating her out. The blonde’s butt was toward the audience, so most of them were fixated on her fingers vigorously masturbating herself.

Toni thrust a finger up Jill’s butt, at the same time started to nibble her clit. The auburn-maned beauty cried out, eyes huge. Her insides melted into a white hot liquidy heat as the Latina sucked that clit hard, in and out over and over until…

“Aaaggh!” she screamed, body erupting with orgasmic glory.

All strength washed out of her limbs. Jill collapsed to her back. Toni giggled, crawled up over her, and threw Jill’s left leg up and over her shoulder. Then staring into her lover’s climax glazed eyes, Toni ground her pussy into Jill’s. Ground and rubbed, until they both climaxed again and again.

Jill smiled as she felt the Curse consume her. Felt her inner whore explode to life. All she wanted was to give and receive sexual pleasure. Sex was joy. Sex was life.