Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 66) (Patreon)

Chapter 66

Metallica’s Whiplash played in the dungeon. Mistress Patriot stood in her black and white costume, black mask glued to her face, all while she strap-on fucked Patriot Girl. Her former sidekick was strapped to a thick post, legs spread wide, and body held perfectly still no matter what anyone did to her. The pigtailed blonde nineteen year old groaned wantonly, belly visibly quivering after four climaxes.

Mistress Patriot grinned, and then kissed her, her deep thrusts never hesitating or wavering. She was a pro, after all. Latex gloved hands roughly fondled her slavegirl. She knew the blonde’s body better than Lynda knew herself. So that long, thick, RIDGED strap-on dildo was rocking Patriot Girl’s world.

Looking left and right, her grin morphed into a big smile. Justice Star was to her right, locked into another playstation. It was a simple enough station, with a stout central post and spreader bar. The brunette’s throat was locked down at the top of the short post by a steel collar, with her wrist locked down six inches lower. Her ankles were secured at the ends of the spreader bar, leaving her bent over and ready to receive any and all lovers. Mistress Spite had crisscrossed the young beauty’s silky white butt with angry red welts before supervising one member after another sodomizing her.

Tabby and Purple Avenger were kneeling and facing each other to Mistress Patriot’s left. That playstation was a short pole, with ball-gags on the ends of a steel rod. They were strapped to those ball-gags, facing each other, wrists handcuffed behind their backs, all while members gangbanged them both from behind.

Yes, it was busy for a Monday night.

Silver Girl cried out in orgasmic joy behind her. She was locked to a St. Andrew’s Cross, with female members gathered around and taking turns abusing and eating her out. It reminded her of the previous night in bed, back at Jade Manor. She’d chosen Autumn to sleep with her, but not until after hours of passionate lovemaking with all of her favorite slavegirls. That hot little blonde had learned to eat pussy better than anyone. Just to please her mistress.

A night on the cross was her reward.

A large black figure entered the dungeon. Tyrone had an especially confident strut that evening, despite being late for work. Jessy even had to call him to ensure he was coming in.

“Good evening, Mistress Patriot.”

“What’s left of it,” she said, giving him a dirty look. Who came to work late when he worked at a BDSM sex club and got pulled into sex scenes all of the time? “So glad you chose to grace us with your presence.”

“Ah. Yeah. About that,” he said, and grinned. “I was seduced by two women.”

“You could’ve fucked prettier women here.”

“Not necessarily,” he said. “The women were none other than Investigative Reporter Tammy Thomas and her hot little cameragirl, LaToya.”

Mistress Patriot stopped thrusting to gawk at him. Rage seethed just under the surface.

“You do realize they knew who and what you are, and were just trying to get incriminating information about me.”

“Actually, I think they were trying to locate the missing super heroines,” he said. “Specifically Silver Angel, Ninja Girl, Shewolf, and Omega Girl.”

“They really are missing?”

He nodded.

“Who captured them?”

“I don’t know, but that’s who they seemed most concerned with.”

“Annoying,” she said, returning to thrusting into Patriot Girl’s tight wet hole. “You know I want every single Grimme City super heroine under my thumb, whoring themselves for my fun and profit here in the House of Joy.”

“I do,” he said. “But I was thinking that Tammy Thomas would be a very popular slavegirl here. Believe me, she’s one of the most beautiful women in Grimme City. But naked… Holy shit, that girl has a banger body. Rivals a super heroine’s body. As does her sexy cameragirl.”

Mistress Patriot stopped thrusting, the strap-on fully sheathed in the blonde slavegirl. Her mind filled with memories of Tammy Thomas on the TV, trashing some dirty businessman or public official. She’d taken down so many powerful men. So many potential customers. Maybe new members, all there just to take their pound of flesh out of her pussy.

“You are forgiven,” she said, starting to thrust again. “Make it happen. I want her delivered to me tomorrow.”

The more she thought about Tammy, the harder and faster she fucked Patriot Girl. She envisioned the pigtailed blonde as a platinum blonde Tammy, and vented her raged and lust. Oh, she was going to make Tammy sorry she ever investigated her and her friends. Oh, she was going to be so, so sorry.