Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 72) (Patreon)

Chapter 72

A black Mercedes Benz Sprinter van pulled over to the curb and stopped. Jessy put her in park and turned to the back, catching her mistress’ eyes.

“We’re two blocks from the Dollhouse.”

“Thank you, Jessy,” Mistress Patriot said. She stood and moved to the side door, with the others lining up behind her. “This shouldn’t take long. Now take us up to the back door as fast as you can.”

Jessy put the van in gear and hit the gas. The heroines had braced themselves, so waited with emotionless masked faces. The big luxury van whipped around the corner and accelerated up the street. It covered the two blocks in nothing flat, before turning into the empty parking lot and racing around to the back. It skidded to a stop and Mistress Patriot opened the door and charged out to the club’s backdoor.

“It’s open!” she cried, flinging the door wide.

Mistress Patriot ran along a dark corridor, heading for the stairs up. She’d been in the Dollhouse many time, so knew her way around. Her biggest issue was finding the four women she wanted out of all of the women Toad was holding there. Male shouts rose up just as she reached the stairs.

The lights snapped on bright, stabbing at Mistress Patriot’s and the other women’s eyes.

“Halt!” Toad’s voice echoed out of speakers embedded in the ceiling.

The five costumed beauties dropped into defensive stances, looking around for any threat. No large, angry men showed their faces. The club was plunged into absolute silence. Mistress Patriot frowned. She suddenly felt like a trapped rat.

“They are trying to keep us pinned down here while they hide the heroines,” Mistress Patriot said. “Follow me.”

“Wait, what’s that hissing sound?” Purple Avenger asked.

Mistress Patriot paused, cocked her head and listened. Yes. There was a very faint hissing sound coming from… Above. She looked up and around until her eyes locked on a hole where the wall met the ceiling. Then she noticed more holes lined the corridor.

“Oh,” Silver Girl said softly. “I’m feeling…”

The silver-clad beauty slumped bonelessly to the floor. Then Purple Avenger went down.

“Trap! Turn around and get out before…” Mistress Patriot said, but Patriot Girl and Justice Star swayed before her, and went completely limp as they dropped to the floor. Full blown panic hit her, and all she could think of was escaping before…

“Ooh,” Mistress Patriot squeaked, mind going blank and body relaxing in an instant.

She felt herself collapsing to the floor as the lights went out completely. The hissing stopped, and then a powerful fan came on, blowing fresh air into the corridor, and the tainted air out of the back door. Then a side door opened and Toad waddled out. A big smile spread across his face.

“Go out and grab the driver,” Toad commanded. He squatted next to Mistress Patriot, reaching down to give her boobs a squeeze, before pulling her black mask off. “You and I are going to have so much fun now that I own your fine ass, Jennifer.” He stood. “Let’s get these super bimbos depowered and trussed up properly before they wake up.”

He watched his men quickly removed their Objects of Power, then bind their wrists behind their backs. First Mistress Patriot was lifted up and tossed over a bouncer’s shoulder, and then Purple Avenger, Justice Star, Silver Girl, and finally Patriot Girl. Toad led the way out to the main room, taking his usual seat while his men dumped the gassed women upon the main stage.

Jessy was brought in, screaming and struggling. Toad looked her over with relish. He remembered her back when she was Mistress Tabitha’s favorite dominatrix at the House of Joy. Such a rare beauty, and exceedingly smart. No common sense, or she’d have gotten as far from the House of Joy as possible upon graduation. And there she was, his to do with as he pleased, and looking so fine and sexy in that uber tight gray dress that showed off all of her feminine curves.

At a signal, the beautiful brunette was forced to her knees before Toad. He locked eyes with her, which stopped all of her struggles. Her eyes widened.

“You belong to me now, as does your former mistress, Jenny Jade,” he said. He watched her slant a look back up on stage. Mistress Patriot lay there slack faced. Bound and helpless. No longer the mistress of her own fate. Jessy’s eyes dropped as she turned back to Toad. “Yes, you are a smart girl. The math is obvious. Who is your beloved master now?”

“You are, Mr. Toad,” she whispered.

“Just Toad,” he said, and unzipped. Toad pulled out his cock. “Fluff me up so I can welcome Mistress Patriot into my fold properly.”

Jessy crawled up between his legs, just on her knees since her wrists were bound behind her back. She lowered her face to his lap and started licking. The beautiful brunette licked, nibbled, and sucked on his cock and balls so well, he wondered if she ever worked as a BDSM slave at the House of Joy.

“Very good, Jessy. Have you ever danced or stripped?”

“No master, but I’m a quick study.”

“Good girl,” he purred, thrusting deep into her mouth.

The costumed beauties up on stage began to stir, moan and groan. The gas worked quite fast, but it wore off just as fast. In no time all five Valkyrie women were conscious. Only one bothered to struggle against her bindings — Mistress Patriot. The previously broken, brainwashed, and subjugated women accepted their fate without emotion as they watched Jessy bobbing up and down his shaft, moaning and groaning wantonly.

He caught Mistress Patriot’s eyes and wagged his brows tauntingly.

“Release me, Toad, or suffer my wrath,” Mistress Patriot snarled.

“Or… I could keep you as is and you will suffered my cock,” he said, and laughed at her shocked reaction. “Maybe even suffer all of our cocks.” He leaned forward, leering at her. “Isn’t that what you really want, Jenny? All heroines just want to be captured, enthralled, and used by superior men.”

“Superior men? Oh my Goddess! How dare you.”

“Oh, I dare, Mistress Jenny. I dare take the BDSM goddess of Sugar Town as my personal fuck toy,” he laughed, holding a hand up to twirl her mask around his index finger. “Well, technically, you delivered yourself and all of your captured heroines to me on a silver platter. And I thank you, my dear.”

Toad stood, but had Jessy continue to suck him. He ordered men to bring Mistress Patriot to him. The raven-maned beauty kicked up a fuss, swearing and threatening death and destruction, but they manhandled her off the stage and forced her to stand before her new master.

“I am your master now, Jenny.”

“Fuck you, and stop calling me Jenny. I haven’t gone by that name in over five years.”

He glanced to his side, straight at the pile of Objects of Power on the floor. She followed his eyes and gasped. Her power belt lay on top. So close. Yet… She struggled against her wrist bindings, tiny sounds of distress bubbling up. He watched her, the sight giving him tingles inside and out.

She noticed the pleasure her struggles gave, so settled down despite her deep need to break free. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. She looked him over, stopping to watch Jessy suck his dick.

At least she’s cleaning that rancid thing off before I have to suck it.

One of her handlers unzipped her corset. Toad grabbed it between her boobs, and pulled it away. She averted her face, closing her eyes, when she felt her tits drop and jostle. She didn’t want to see his self-satisfied pleasure, Toad’s victorious eyes. She bit her lip when his pudgy hands began to fondle her, to knead her pillowy tits. She grunted when he pinched her nipples, twisting them back and forth like dials on an old school radio. While Toad played with her tits, her handlers pulled her bottoms down her legs. Without thought, Mistress Patriot lifted her booted feet and stepped out of them without prompting. The last thing she wanted was to have something wrapped around her ankles if an opportunity came to escape.

Toad surprised her by groaning. She’d heard that sound before. He just came in Jessy’s mouth. Probably unintentionally. She smiled.

“Don’t swallow,” Toad commanded. “Face up. Open your mouth and show me.”

Jessy obeyed perfectly. Mistress Patriot fumed. After all it was her that enslaved and trained Jessy so well. And she didn’t do it for Toad’s pleasure. Then he pulled Jessy to her feet.

“Snowball Jenny.”

Mistress Patriot’s eyes popped open. Her face whipped around to regard her former slavegirl/personal assistant. Jessy had a horny gleam in her eyes now, her mental conditioning on full display. She leaned into Mistress Patriot, tilted her head, and pressed her lips to hers. One of her handlers seized a fistful of hair, twisting it until she cried out in pain. Her mouth opened, and Jessy pushed copious amounts of creamy cum into her mouth. Then Jessy’s tongue invaded to swab her mouth completely out with that cum.

“Don’t swallow,” Toad sneered. “Show me.”

Mistress Patriot glared at him, and then made a big show of swallowing it all. Then she gave him a smug smile.

Toad laughed. “You are so stupid, Jenny. I just wanted to keep you from spitting it out. So I quite easily tricked you into swallowing my cum.”

Her jaw dropped, face heating up. He laughed. The bouncers all laughed. She wilted a little, so angry at herself. At him. At the world.

This is all wrong. I am Mistress Patriot, she thought, the bitter taste of Toad in her mouth and corrupting her very soul. I am Jennifer Jade! I am important. I am powerful. I cannot be…

Toad interrupted her silent reverie.

“Jacob, I want you, Phil, and Jamie to take Jenny three ways at one. Right here on the floor in front of me,” Toad said. He caught and held Mistress Patriot’s eyes. “My girl Jessy and I will watch, close and personal.”

“You’ll rue the day,” she gasped out when the handler still holding her hair yanked her head back.

Mistress Patriot was pulled a step back and held in place. Jacob stripped and stretched out on the floor at her red booted feet. Toad had Jessy start fluffing him up. Then the bouncer named Jamie came down and helped Phil manhandle her, forcing her over Jacob, and them pushed her down to be impaled on his erection once Jessy finished her job.

“Uggggh! Fuck me,” she cried, feeling Jacob’s cock stretching out her tight little hole. “Ooh, yes. I mean… Fuck it.”

“Has she always had such a dirty mouth?” Toad asked Jessy.

“Yes, master. She uses the F-word a lot. I mean a lot.”

“Fuck you, Jessy.”

“See?”

Jessy then knelt between Phil and Jamie, alternating between their cocks as she fluffed them up. Meanwhile, Jacob forced Mistress Patriot to ride his cock. It felt so damned good. Too good for her own good, in fact. The legendary heroine turned BDSM dominatrix found herself bouncing up and down his cock, moaning and groaning with pleasure. Oh, she hated herself for loving it so much. She hated how much Toad was enjoying her defilement even more. But she was conditioned by a super heroine life, and then Mistress Tabitha, to enjoy sex. Absolutely love sex. She really couldn’t get enough anymore.

“Goddess help me,” she gasped out. “I…just…can’t…Ooooooo.”

Phil moved up next to her face, to her right. Perfect angle for Toad to view. He gathered her long hair in one hand, keeping it out of her face, and then thrust his dick into her unresisting mouth.

“Mmmmm.”

Mistress Patriot looked up into Phil’s pleased eyes as she sucked, bobbing up and down his shaft. She knew she should resist, but that boat was long gone. Instead, she used her tongue, lips, and suction to best effect as she sucked cock. And then Jamie moved up behind her. Jessy applied some lube to his cock, and Mistress Patriot’s puckered sphincter. The brunette used her fingers to loosen the Valkyrie beauty’s anus, and guided Jamie in.

“Ugggggh!” Mistress Patriot screamed around Phil’s dick when Jamie penetrated.

She felt that. Sodomy was always so intense. His well-lubed cock quickly pounded balls deep inside her, and soon he was thrusting into her like a madman, while Jacob’s fucked her much slower. She sucked cock, head going blank, and just went with it. Soon, her body was moving, bucking, writhing, savoring every stroke and thrust.

“Mmmmmmmm.”

“I think she’s close to falling into the Curse of the Valkyries,” Toad said. “So fast? What a epic slut she has become.”

Mistress Patriot’s insides melted into a white-hot mess. Hot tingles flowed throughout her shapely, sweat-shiny body. She moaned and groaned, mind blank. Her whole existence was those three dicks. Nothing else mattered. Well, until that surge to climax consumed her.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed, body erupting in perfect joy and bliss. A few minutes later, it happened again. “Aaaaagggh!”

She lost complete control. Mistress Patriot sucked harder, more desperately. She squeezed her pussy and ass around those pistoning cocks. She did everything in her power to achieve climax again. And it hit her again, and again, and again.

“Jennifer ‘Mistress Patriot’ Jade is officially lost in the Curse,” Toad declared. “Jessy, start brainwashing her into being my obedient slavegirl.”

The brunette moved up close to whisper in her former mistress’ ear.

“Your are nothing but fuck meat. You only want to please men. Please your master, Toad.”