Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 71) (Patreon)

Chapter 71

Jade Manor, Patriot Dungeon, Friday, 8:30 AM…

The elevator door opened to a lit up Patriot Dungeon. Mistress Patriot stepped off in her black and white BDSM patriotic costume. She strode with purpose, which was her way. Looking left and right, she ensured everything was clean and orderly. Just the way she liked it. Ahead of her, spread through the dungeon, were her favorites. All of her ex-super heroine slavegirls. All bound tightly in playstations for the night. All getting reamed out royally by fucking machines, brainwashing gear shoring her their rewired obedient little minds and psyches.

Using an app on her phone, the evil ex-heroine turned off all of the fucking machines at the same time. She heard a collective sigh, watching all of the sweat-shiny slavegirls relax. Mistress Patriot approached her newest slavegirl first.

Tanika’s spectacular body trembled so sexily, tiny animal sounds still bubbling out. The raven-maned mistress gave her lovely slave’s shapely butt a caress and squeeze, and then lifted her chin. The brainwashing helmet and goggles meant she couldn’t look her in the eyes, but those full lips called to her. So Mistress Patriot kissed her. Deeply. Tanika pushed into that kiss with the sweetest desperation, a deep need to please, a deep need to give and receive pleasure.

She removed the brainwashing gear, then went to each of them and removed the gear. Finally, one by one, Mistress Patriot released them from their tight bondage. The girls needed a few minutes to recover and regain full control of their limbs. They were back to normal much quicker than non-Valkyrie women could manage. In less than five minutes all four ex-heroines were kneeling in line before her, staring up at her with loving, adoring eyes. Their heads rocked back, tongues out in offer.

“Don’t you all look especially lovely this morning.”

The elevator dinged, doors closed, and it lifted upward. Mistress Patriot slanted a curious look back. Who was coming down? Only a handful of people knew how to reach the Patriot Dungeon. Most of the time it was Tyrone. That horndog loved to fuck her slavegirls right off the rack.

“All right, girls, you know the drill. Hit the showers, and get yourselves all prettied up for another glorious BDSM day and night at the House of Joy.”

First Lynda, then Autumn, Brandy, and Tanika crawled up and kissed their mistress’ booted foot. After the morning kiss, they rose up and hurried into the shower and dressing room. There was a bay of showers in there, and lockers. All installed after the transition from Patriot Cave to Patriot Dungeon.

“Now, how am I going to dress them for today?”

The elevator dinged, doors opening to reveal her visitor.

“Good morning, Jessy,” she called to her sexy personal assistant.

The brunette smiled as she approached. Mistress Patriot admired her walk, and the way her body moved. Jessy wasn’t Valkyrie, but she had an amazing body. More athletic than lush, it looked quite sexy in the tight medium gray dress sheathing her body, the skirt so tight she had to take small steps.

“To what do I owe this at home visit?”

“I received news early this morning, before you got up,” Jessy said. “So came over to personally deliver it. It’s that good.”

Mistress Patriot quirked a brow. “Tell me.”

“I have confirmation that Silver Angel, Omega Girl, Ninja Girl, and Shewolf have been captured by…” Jessy said, grinning with wicked glee. “…by none other than the Toad.”

“The Toad? Eww. I’ve had to…Um… Nevermind,” she said. “That is very interesting. Hmmm. I suppose he put them to work inside the Dollhouse.”

“He did. They are becoming quite popular.”

A vision of Silver Angel getting fucked on stage came to mind. That quickly morphed into the heroine getting gangbanged. Mistress Patriot smiled as tingles flowed through her body.

“I bet they are,” she said softly, mind running at a million miles an hour now. “Phone please.”

Jessy handed over her personal phone. Mistress Patriot dialed Toad’s number. A familiar voice answered on the third ring. Female voice.

“Hello? May I help you?” Omega Girl’s voice said. She sounded like she’d just had sex. Amazing sex. She was still panting. “Who am I speaking with?”

“This is Mistress Patriot,” she said. “Let me speak to your master, Toad.”

She heard a brief flurry of feminine voices - Silver Angel, Shewolf, and Ninja Girl — and then…

“Good morning, Jennifer,” Toad sneered. She flinched despite herself when he used her real name. She hated being reminded that she was unmasked and her secret given to the world. “May I call you ‘Jenny?’”

“We’ll see how this conversation goes before I decide,” she said. “I understand you have acquired some…assets that I desire. Women I’ve been trying to acquire for a little while.”

“Really? How interesting,” he said. “Please, tell me, just who do you think I’ve captured, broken, and put under my thumb?”

She paused. He had a way with words. A very crude way.

“They are in the room with you,” she said. “I heard them speaking. Silver Angel, Shewolf, Ninja Girl, and Omega Girl. I want them. How much do you want for all four?”

“They are not for sale. Sorry,” he said. “Like you, it’s not a money issue. It’s far more personal. And you of all people know how much I love owning and dominating super heroines.”

That was a gut punch. Toad had tricked and captured her three times in her illustrious super heroine career. Twice before he went to prison and “reformed,” Once after, where he put her to work in the Dollhouse. The taste and smell of his genitals filled her senses at the memories.

“You’re a pig,” she whispered hoarsely. Sucking in a deep breath to steady herself, she spoke with a commanding voice. “Listen, we both know I will not stop bothering you until you sell them to me. I want them that badly. Name your price.”

“The price I demand is too high for you.”

“I doubt it,” she said. “Name it.”

“Okay, I will turn Silver Angel, Omega Girl, Ninja Girl, and Shewolf over to the House of Joy upon delivery of one Jennifer ‘Ms Patriot’ Jade.”

Mistress Patriot reeled back, all those memories of being subjugated by Toad returning with a vengeance. All the feelings of helplessness, weakness, and then all those desires to fuck, to obey, to please him in every way. Yeah, it was bad and she had struggled to recover. It took months to fully break his mental and emotional hold on her the last time, a little shy of two years back.

“You are correct, I cannot pay that for them,” she said. “And it is ridiculous to ask for me in return, because I want to own them, not be owned by you.”

Jessy’s eyes widened hearing that response. She’d been in the sex business, and at the House of Joy, long enough to figure out what was being said just by that line. She slowly shook her head woefully. As did Mistress Patriot.

“Toad, I am determined to…”

“Hush, woman. You are determined to be annoying, as all women are,” he snapped. “You waste my time. While it is always amusing to taunt you, frustrate you, and make you tremble when you think back upon all the good times we had together as master and slave, you are the most annoying woman I’ve ever met. So just shut the fuck up and accept the fact I grabbed these beauties before you. You cannot have everything. Good-bye and good riddance.”

He ended the call. She blinked at the phone. No one spoke to her like that! Annoying? Her?

I’ll show you annoying, Toad.

She handed the phone back to Jessy, and then strode into the dressing room. The slavegirls were all doing their hair and makeup. They turned to her with expectant faces.

“Suit up in your heroine costumes,” she commanded. “I will return your Objects of Power and masks. We are going on a snatch and grab operation this morning.”