Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 68) (Patreon)

Chapter 68

House of Joy, Tuesday, 9:30 AM…

The loud clatter of stilettos filled the narrow, dark corridor as Mistress Patriot led her four favorite slavegirls - Patriot Girl, Silver Girl, Justice Star, and Purple Avenger. That morning she chose to wear a form-contouring shiny black corset, with lots of straps and buckles, and matching thong so tiny it almost didn’t cover her nether lips. Garters dropped down to black latex thigh-high “stocking.” Matching opera gloves sheathed her arms. And she teetered atop six-inch stiletto pumps. Her slaves were all wearing sexed up versions of their super heroine costumes.

One door was standing open, light pouring out. She turned in to find nine large men inside. Tyrone was the only bouncer, the rest were actual security personnel. One of them sat behind a bank of monitors, hands typing on the keyboard. The men moved to either side, opening a path for the women.

“What do you have, Tyrone?”

“Security spotted Uber Woman and Uber Girl peeking in windows upstairs shortly after you went home last night.” He indicated four men to the dominatrix’s right. “Mike, John, Ben, and Lawrence went up to the roof, and threw Bliss balloons down at them.”

“At them? You missed?”

“Well, yes and no,” Mike said. “We didn’t get any direct hits, but Ben’s balloon burst above them. We think they were drenched, but both heroines streaked up and away so fast it blew our minds.”

“So chances are the two of them enjoyed some sexy time together atop a nearby building or in a park,” she said, nodding. “Good job.”

Mistress Patriot slanted a look back at the four enslaved and obedient heroine slaves.

“Show these fine men my gratitude.”

Without hesitation, the four slavegirls pulled off their tops, knelt before the four security men, and pulled out their cocks. Mistress Patriot smiled at the surprised men as four gorgeous women went down on them with moans of pleasure.

“Enjoy, boys. I reward those who please me.”

She watched how Patriot Girl wrapped her lips around Mike’s cock’s base the fastest, followed by Justice Star, Silver Girl, and then Purple Avenger. The men clutched at the slavegirls’ heads, while watching their cocks sliding in and out of hot wet mouths. Eager to please mouths. Their mistress smiled, remembering just how much she loved, loved, loved sucking dick as a slave. Well, she kinda still loved it.

Her head of security, Trey Williams, stood up from the console chair. He offered it to Mistress Patriot. She accepted, perching sexily at the front edge before crossing long, latex sheathed legs. Then she looked up and around at all of the security cameras.

Trey indicated the largest monitor in the lower middle of the bank of monitors.

“I have a video prepared of the best video angles during out brief encounter with the heroines. Just tap the space bar.”

She tapped it and the video started. Mistress Patriot bit her glossy red lip as she watched two dark shapes descend into the alley. They became recognizable as Uber Woman and her sidekick seconds later when they flew up to a second floor window, the red light illuminating them for the camera. There was no audio, but it was obvious the two heroines were repulsed by what they saw inside.

Funny, because soon you two will be doing the exact same thing, she thought.

Soon afterwards the real action started. Her security got one throw in before the heroines realized the danger. Their Bliss balloon missed, of course. So frustrating. But then she saw the heroines fly straight back to the opposite wall, hitting between the third and forth floor windows. A Bliss balloon splattered dramatically just five feet above them, raining that powerful aphrodisiac down all over the two heroines. She clearly saw them inhale deeply, and then take off up and out of the alley like ground-to-air missiles.

“No way they escaped getting blissed out of their minds,” she whispered.

Yet, they slipped through her fingers. At least the thought of them either pairing off and fucking like rabbits, or falling into a nearby alley in that red light district, mind-numbingly horny, and then getting gangbanged did amuse her.

“Tyrone, throw out feelers to the Sugar Town community. See if anyone caught those two all blissed out,” she said. “Maybe someone else captured them while they were so vulnerable.”

Her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Mistress, this is Giorgio,” the male voice said. One of her male minions there at the House of Joy. “We just spotted Tammy Thomas’ arrival to work. She drove down into the station’s underground parking.”

“Wonderful, Giorgio. You and your men continue watching. Tyrone will be coming over with his team, and together you will work out a plan to snatch that little busybody cunt up when she departs.”

Ending the call, she turned to Tyrone. “If you deliver Miss Thomas to me today, I will personally suck and fuck you and everyone involved in her capture after closing tonight.”

Tyrone perked up, as did every other security man in that room. She looked around, licked her lips, and grinned with wickedness.

“In fact, boys, I’ll extend that offer to you,” she said. “If anyone captures a super heroine, I will submit to everyone involved in her capture. In the dungeon. Anything goes until one and all of you have sated your lusts and passions on my body.”

Now that excited them. Indeed, her body tingled inside and out at the thought. It had been a while since she bottomed to anyone. So exciting.

“Mmmgh,” Justice Star groaned one her security man filled her mouth with cum.

“Who is in charge of this detail?” she asked.

“Mike,” Trey said.

She walked over to stand beside Mike and Patriot Girl. She lifted his right hand, placing it on her butt. Then she put his left on her left tit. He squeezed, face lighting up as he fondled the boss lady.

“Patriot Girl, do not swallow.”

A moment later, Mike bowed up and unleashed in the slavegirl’s mouth. Patriot Girl held his cum in her mouth, stood up, and faced her mistress. Mistress Patriot leaned over and kissed her.

“Give it to me, my pet,” she purred. “Snowball me with Mike’s cum.”

Their heads tilted, lips pressed together, and mouths opened. Patriot Girl’s tongue pushed a load of hot, creamy cum over into her mistress’s mouth. Mistress Patriot pulled back, locked eyes with Mike, and swallowed.

“Delish.”

Once all four enslaved heroines had finished giving happy endings, she headed for the door.

“Give me Tammy Thomas, Tyrone. And you and your team will be wonderfully rewarded.”

“Consider it done, boss,” Tyrone said, voice dripping with desire.