Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 69) (Patreon)

Chapter 69

Newsroom, 11:30 AM…

“I’ll buy if you fly,” Tammy said, holding up some cash.

LaToya perked up. “What are you thinking?”

The two women sat inside Tammy cubicle at the station. They had spent the morning reviewing and editing an upcoming story.

“I was thinking we could split a Jersey Mike’s sub.”

“I think I love you even more now,” LaToya said, and laughed when her boss flushed red.

It’d been a little uncomfortable that morning. They’d spend many hours making love, even after the Bliss wore off. And then they enjoyed another extended session in the shower that morning before work. LaToya had a feeling their relationship might be morphing into something very different, and very inappropriate. Mentor and protégé shouldn’t be lovers. And worse, Tammy was her boss at the station, so they both could get fired if anyone learned of it. Their careers, their reputations, would be ruined in the newscastor community.

Yeah, we can’t continue it, she thought, a sadness filling her for a moment. But… Jersey Mike’s.

LaToya giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said, and accepted the money. She slanted a sly smile at her boss. “Oh my, I just remembered my gas gauge is on empty…”

“Oh my God,” Tammy sighed, shaking her head woefully. “Why are you always on empty when I ask you to go somewhere?”

LaToya shrugged, a melodramatic innocent look spreading across her lovely face. “Beats me. Bad luck?”

Tammy rolled her eyes, and reached down into her purse. She pulled out the keys to her Mercedes.

“If you scratch it, you pay for it,” she said, tossing her the keys.

“Totally worth it,” the black beauty said, and strode out of the cubicle on her lunchtime mission.

The men of the newsroom all turned to watch her pass, heels clattering to announce her passage. She smiled to see the lust and desire in their eyes, in their body language. Of course, she didn’t exactly try to hide her body. The station’s dress code was pretty lax, so she got away with wearing red yoga pants and a white tank three sizes too small. Her stilettos were white as well. Tammy couldn’t say anything, because while she always wore a dress and heels, that dress was just as tight and sexy as her outfit.

Taking the elevator down into the underground parking, she strode with purpose to Tammy’s reserved parking spot. Her gorgeous, shiny black Mercedes Benz coup called to her bougie inner self.

“I deserve to drive a car like this,” she whispered, slipping behind the wheel. She paused to revel in the rich brown leather. It still had that new car smell. She adjusted the seat and mirrors, started the car, and pulled out. “Look at me, babygirl is flying high.”

Jersey Mike’s was just five blocks away. Close, but still to far too walk in heels. Besides, it took quite a bit of time to walk that far and back. So she loved her trips there in Tammy’s car. That thought made her giggle, because she filled her tank after work the previous day.

LaToya made it two blocks before a dark blue SUV pulled up next to her at the red light. It sat to her left. She barely gave it a thought, until the light changed and it surged ahead. Then it veered right, straight into Tammy’s car.

“What the hell?” she screamed, horrified to have had a wreck in Tammy’s beautiful Mercedes Benz. “She’ll never let me drive it again.”

Then she realized it wasn’t an accident. That SUV forced her over to crash into the rear of a parked car. Her temper erupted, and she surged out of the car’s window. Only a van pulled up behind them, on the cross road, and the sliding door opened. Five large men rushed out and grabbed the twenty-year-old. LaToya screamed as she tried to fight them off, but she wasn’t empowered. One five foot eight, one hundred and thirty-five pound woman could not fight off five men over six feet.

One of them handcuffed her, then she was lifted up and carried into the van. Everyone took off after that. She continued to buck and kick, but the cursing men lost their temper, and commenced a brutal beatdown. Then, huffing and puffing, they moved back but remained in a circle around her. They glared daggers down at her.

“Who is this cunt?” one of them asked. “She was driving Tammy Thomas’s car. I double checked the license plate.”

“It’s her cameragirl,” another said. “Don’t know her name.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the first man said under his breath. “We fucked this up big time. Boss ain’t going to be happy.”

“Well, she’s still young, beautiful, and look at those tits,” another said. “The boss can still put her to work and make bank.”

LaToya lay there panting, her body screaming in pain. Head spinning after that savage beatdown, but she heard and understood every word. So they were after Tammy. But why? The repeated use of “boss” made her think mobsters. Tammy had recently investigated and uncovered mob involvement in a scheme to fleece elderly people in the city.

The first man pulled a switchblade and cut open her tank top. Then cut her bra between the cups, so that her large, firm tits literally popped out. Her eyes widened as she looked up and around at all the lusty gazes.

“Can’t you let me go?” she pleaded. “I’m just a girl. I didn’t do nothing to you or your boss.”

The head goon slid his thumb across her lower lip, then pinched a perky nipple. He licked his lips as he looked her up and down, before his eyes stopped at her crotch. Her back bowed and she gasped when his fingers stroked her pussy through her thin yoga pants.

“Damn, look at her camel-toe,” he said. “I bet that pussy is hot, wet, and tight as hell.”

“Do we have time?” another asked, reaching out to fondle a naked tit.

“Maybe, if we are…”

“No,” the driver said. “We’re just two blocks away.”

“Aaiiee!” she cried when they held her down, and cut off her yoga pants. Then one of the men snapped a hobble chain between her ankles. Moments later the van turned into a dark alley and LaToya was plunged into darkness. Someone unseen grabbed her pussy, two fingers curling up inside her. “Ugggh. Bastard.”

The van stopped. The side door slid open with a crash, and the men dragged their prisoner out into an alley. LaToya looked up and all around, and instantly recognized where they had taken her.

The House of Joy? Does Mistress Patriot know Tammy’s secret?

Then she remembered her and Tammy’s encounter with Tyrone, Mistress Patriot’s favorite bouncer. Was that the catalyst that led to her kidnapping? Oh, she prayed so, because if they knew their secret identities…

LaToya was shoved at House of Joy’s open backdoor, forcing her to stumble towards it. She’d been through it before, but it was as a masked, costumed super heroine. Nowadays, heroines didn’t come back out after going inside. So she looked up at the rooftops, hoping to see a heroine about to rescue her.

Not going to happen. Tammy is the last heroine standing now, and she doesn’t know anything has happened to me yet.

The naked cameragirl hobbled inside, where her heels began a much louder clatter. What a reminder that the shoes were the only thing left from her earlier outfit. The men led her down into the basement, where she found the beginnings of a BDSM dungeon. It had a more utilitarian appearance than the upstairs dungeon.

Where they break and train BDSM slaves, she thought. Her eyes went first to four fucking machines lined up against the back wall, and brainwashing gear on a table. Where they brainwash us.

Her belly clenched, pussy starting to throb. LaToya struggled to think. She knew exactly what they would do to her. Just looking at the eager, hungry eyes of her captors said it all.

They are going to fuck me into the Curse, and then brainwash me into absolute obedience.

The tapping of stilettos echoed down the stairwell. The men settled down, standing straighter. LaToya couldn’t breathe for a moment. Mistress Patriot was coming. Coming to end her beautiful life forever. Coming to break, tame, and brainwash her into an obedient, eager to please BDSM sex slave.

She struggled against the handcuffs, which resulted in two men grabbing her arms. She fought to break their holds, all to no avail.

“What a beautiful sight,” Mistress Patriot’s deep, rich voice purred as she stepped into the room.

LaToya took in the black latex dominatrix outfit and knew she was in trouble. That was not a merciful woman anymore. She’d dedicated her life to sexually exploiting young women, and apparently she was damned good at it, too.

“I love watching beautiful, naked women struggling.” She slanted a look to the leader of the kidnappers. “Not Tammy, though. Why is that?”

“She was driving Miss Thomas’ car, boss.” He shrugged. “Lawrence says she is Tammy Thomas’ cameragirl.”

“LaToya?”

The busty beauty’s breath caught. She froze and stared at the gorgeous dominatrix.

“You know me?” LaToya asked, eyes huge.

Mistress Patriot nodded, smiling. “Yes. Tyrone told me all about his little tryst with you and Tammy. He suggested you both would make excellent slavegirls here at the House of Joy.”

LaToya’s blood ran cold. The only reason she was kidnapped, the only reason they wanted to grab Tammy, was because they fucked that son of a bitch? If they hadn’t gone for it, then she’d be back at the station enjoying half a sub?

The raven-maned ex-heroine stepped up close and personal, and then lifted LaToya’s chin with her riding crop. The twenty-year-old swallowed the lump in her throat as she gazed up into those amused blue eyes. Mistress Patriot palmed a heavy tit, giving it a little squeeze, before her latex-sheathed hand explored her body. LaToya gave her a little squeak when the dominatrix stroked her naked, very wet and slick pussy.

“Wow. You are very responsive, with the body of a Valkyrie. I think the membership will love fucking you.” She looked toward the men. “Did you fuck her on the way over?”

“No. We didn’t have enough time.”

Mistress Patriot gave a hand signal. Men forced the hapless beauty to her knees, then forced her face over a black stiletto-heeled foot.

“Kiss and lick,” Mistress Patriot commanded. “Or I’ll show you what I can do with this riding crop.”

LaToya hesitated.

Thwack!

Stinging pain, so intense, lit up across her left butt cheek.

Thwack! across the right.

LaToya cried out, and lowered her lips to that sexy footwear. She started kissing and licking, from pointy toe to spiky heel. The young beauty rolled her tongue around the tall, thin stiletto, licking it up and down and all around. And then she had to repeat it all on the other foot as the leader of the kidnappers dropped behind her and slowly impaled her.

“Ugggh,” she grunted upon penetration.

“I appreciate this pretty little piece of fuck meat you gave me, boys,” Mistress Patriot purred. “But you didn’t earn your reward. Now I have no doubt that Tammy will understand someone is after her, specifically, so will take measures to protect herself. Your job just got ten times harder.”

Hearing confirmation that they wanted to subjugate and enslave Tammy sent LaToya’s head spinning. This was beyond terrible. Would her beloved mentor soon join her in BDSM debauchery? And then her heightened emotions betrayed her by energizing her libido, and that cock suddenly felt bigger, deeper, tighter.

“Mmmmgh.”

Mistress Patriot stepped back. Another man dropped to his knees before the captive, grabbed a fistful of hair, and guided his dick straight into her mouth. Poor LaToya couldn’t muster the will to resist, so just let him into her mouth and started sucking. What else could she do?

“Mmmmgh.”

The man raw dogging her shifted, and then started hitting her G-spot every single thrust. Her body responded profoundly, starting to tremble as her insides melted into a hot, fluttery mess. She felt her love juices flowing down her inner thighs. She felt that big cock reaming her out harder and faster, pushing in deeper and deeper. Soon his hips started slapping her butt cheeks. And then, the other man pushed down into her throat, his nutsack slapping her chin.

LaToya’s thoughts slowed. Her world became those two dicks, and their cocks pounding into her. She felt her emotional walls collapse, and all the feels came flooding out. Tears welled up, as her body got so hot and trembling. And then it happened.

“Ooooooo,” she groaned around that cock in her mouth.

The rise to climax surged through her, pushing her right up to the brink… And over.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed as her body convulsed and bucked, her insides erupting with divine glory.

“I want you all to gangbang her into submission,” Mistress Patriot said in a commanding voice. “Put the brainwashing gear on her, too. I want this little cunt obedient, eager to please, and ready to work tonight.”