Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 73) (Patreon)

Chapter 73

“Mmmm,” Jennifer moaned, lips wrapped around a cock that was just long enough to press into the back of her throat. The patron’s hot, sweaty balls pressed against her face, against her eyes and across the bridge of her nose as she leaned over backwards. She clamped down on her gag reflex, thrust her hips to continue fucking the paying customer laying underneath her. “Mmmmm.”

The raven-maned beauty felt hands squeezing her large, firm tits. Fingers pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples. Her belly still quivered from her last orgasm, her cum leaking around that massive black clock buried balls deep up her cunt. Her hands tightened around her tall stiletto heels to keep herself grounded and steady, since her wrists were chained to her ankles anyway.

The strip club music pounded the air, beating against her breastbone. She was up on a side stage and putting on yet another sex show for the Dollhouse’s patrons. Jennifer didn’t know how many hours she’d been performing, fucking one and all for money. It was still her first day as Toad’s stripper slave whore, but it felt like a year. It helped that she’d been fucked firmly into the Curse of the Valkyrie many, many hours earlier.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as hot, viscous cum flooded her mouth. Jennifer swallowed, just in time for him to ejaculate again, and then again. “Mmmmmgh.”

“Does my dick taste good, Ms Patriot?” the patron asked after pulling out.

Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at Billy Rod, a hustler and petty thief that she’d roughed up many times, but never actually arrested. The bastard rubbed his wet cock and hairy balls all over her face.

“Yes. It does,” she gasped out. It was hard enough to think, much less speak, with Lamar’s cock reaming her pussy out so well. “Oooo. Goddess. You taste wonderful, Billy. So good. Oh. Oh. Oooooooo.”

“Ha! Ms P has got her groove on,” Billy Rod cried. “We’ve proved she’s all fucking whore. The ultimate whore.”

“Yes. Yes,” she whispered, voice coming out soft and whispery. “Such a whore. Sex so good. Fuck me. Please, fuck me again.”

“We’ve tamed this super whore well, my friends,” Toad said, waddling up to her.

He attached a leash to her collar, pulled her up as high as she could go with her hands locked around her heels. Jennifer’s head lolled around, then just rolled back. Toad cupped her chin, then pressed his thumb against her lips. Jennifer wrapped her full red lips around that digit, and sucked on it like a woman in love.

Toad looked his slavegirl over with relish, smacking his lips. Jennifer “Ms Patriot” Jade was a broken doll of a woman. While he’d dressed her in red opera gloves and thigh boots to reminded him and his patrons that she was indeed once upon a time a super heroine. Grimme City’s former premier super heroine turned super villainess was now helplessly his to do with as he pleased.

“No longer Ms Patriot,” he said. “No longer even Mistress Patriot. You are just another stupid bimbo fuck slave and stripper at the Dollhouse. My personal little doll.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, sucking hungrily on his thumb.

Lamar’s hands dropped from her tits, grabbed her hips, and then he really started fucking her. She felt his cock stiffen, swell even more. Her breath caught, eyes widen, as she got excited and her Curse and NEEDS pushed her over the top. That surge to climax hit her hard.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed, her insides erupting with insane pleasure. “Oh, yes. Yes. YES!”

Toad yanked his thumb back. A climaxing girl once bit his thumb. Accidentally, but it was still bad. He pulled the leash taut while she was brain numb with sexual bliss. Lamar intensified his fucking until he cried out and unleashed deep inside the captured ex-heroine.

“Nailed that stuck up bitch,” Lamar said, panting furiously. “Just as good as I’ve imagined it would be.”

“Tight pussy?” Toad asked.

“Very tight,” he said. The large black man reached up to play with her pebbled nipples, twisting and tugging on the silver barbell studs. “And it got tighter as we fucked, instead of looser.”

Toad signaled one of his girls. Tessa hurried over with a small key in hand. She quickly removed the chains between the enslaved heroine’s wrists and ankles. Then the hot pink bikini-clad blonde pushed a red ball-gag into the slavegirl’s mouth, behind her teeth, and strapped it down tight. He then pulled up on the leash, urging her to slide up and off Lamar’s cock.

“Come, my pretty. It’s time to go home.”

She stood up, taller than her rotund master. Her sweaty body shimmered in the dim lighting. The raven-maned beauty still panted softly, quickly getting her breath back like only a Valkyrie born woman could. Toad admired her form, so spectacular, while Tessa pulled her arms back and handcuffed her. Then the Dollhouse hostess dropped to her knees behind Ms Patriot and snapped a hobble chain between her ankles.

“She’s ready for transport, boss,” Tessa said. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will enjoy fucking Jennifer Jade in her own bed tonight.” He looked around the mostly empty club. It was closing time, and many of the patrons were moving toward the door. Some were busy trying to lure girls into sex. Some offering to pay, undoubtedly. “Are the others ready?”

“They’ve all already been bound, gagged, and placed in the van,” she said. “I didn’t realize until we got them all together that you now have ten super heroines working here.”

He smiled. “Yes. I know. Almost every single one of Grimme City’s heroines are mine.”

Not only that, but since he owned Jennifer, he owned everything she owned. Including the House of Joy. Including Jade Enterprises. And the legendary Jade Manor.

“Come. Heel, Jenny,” he said, giving the leash a yank.

Toad led the captured heroine and billionaire businesswoman out of the main room, down a short corridor, and out the back door. Her Mercedes Benz van sat idling, all lights on, side door open. He looked inside to see ten other young beauties inside. Nine former heroines, and Jennifer’s assistant Jessy. All of them gorgeous. All of them his slavegirls to use and abuse to his heart’s content.

“Life just keeps getting better and better.”

He put Jennifer inside, and then took a seat next to her. His driver, Ana-Thalia, sat behind the wheel. The beautiful Latina in all black turned with an arched bow.

“Where to, boss?”

“Jade Manor,” he said. “Take us to my newest property, Jennifer Jade’s ancestral home.”

Jennifer’s eyes widened. His new home? He going to steal my home away? Then a scarier though filled her head. What else will he steal away from me? My fortune?

The driver started the luxury van, and left the Dollhouse behind, with five security vehicles in front of and five behind. Toad relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Enjoyed the anticipation of taking away Jennifer’s home. Taking the Patriot Cave as his own.

Maybe I’ll turn Jade Manor into a theme park - Ms Patriot World. Set up super heroine and villain rides on the grounds, and charge people to tour the house, her master bedroom, the mythical Patriot Cave.

Ana-Thalia took her time driving to Jade Manor. She knew he didn’t appreciate speeding. He was never in a hurry to get anywhere. After the rough and tumble, dangerous life he’d led in his youth, Toad just wanted to slow down and enjoy every second of life. Experience it. Savor everything. And now he had ten sexy super heroine slavegirls to play with any way he wanted.

“We’re here, boss,” Ana-Thalia said.

Jennifer groaned, squirming as she struggled against her bindings. He grinned at her. Perfectly helpless. The ex-heroine couldn’t do anything to stop him from plundering her body or her fortune.

“Your booty and your bootie are mine,” he said, holding her distressed blue eyes as she worked out what that meant. Then her eyes widened even more and she screamed around the gag. He laughed. “Figured it out, did you? About time, bimbo.”

The caravan turned into the long, winding drive, passing through the open front gate. Toad lived in a mansion, but nothing as large and iconic as Jade Manor. His lot was only one acre. Jade Manor’s manicured grounds were five hundred acres. And there was thousands of acres of virgin forest behind the house. It was a huge estate.

The van stopped before the front door, on a circular drive with a fabulous fountain. Security men moved to secure the site, going inside and around the house. There was no resistance, since he’d forced Jennifer to call the house earlier and send all security people home. A team of his security men then went over to search and secure the house for him.

Ana-Thalia got out, did a sexy little strut around to the side, and opened the side door. He paused to look her over with appreciative eyes. The Latina was five eight, athletic body, and wearing her sexy all black uniform — Patent thigh boots over shimmering yoga pants, a bikini top, and a short jacket. A black, silver studded collar encircled her neck, and she wore a chauffeur’s hat.

Toad waited patently, looking all around at the opulence of Jade Manor. Ana-Thalia pulled Ms Patriot out first, giving her leash to him. Then she pulled the other enslaved heroines out, one by one, and attached each of their leashes to the girl’s collar in front of her. She created an eleven girl coffle line of slavegirls.

He looked over that coffle of the most spectacular looking women imaginable. One and all wearing nothing but their costumes’ boots and gloves, the bare minimum to remind clients that they used to be real live super heroines. Black, white, Hispanic, and Asian women. Something for everyone.

“Attend me, Ana-Thalia,” Toad said.

The beautiful Latina driver licked her lips, while looking Shewolf over.

“My pleasure, boss,” she said.

Toad led that coffle of slaves inside. The butler and two maids waited in the foyer between two of his security men. They looked nervous. He noticed the ancient butler look his employer over with hungry eyes.

“I own Jennifer Jade, body and soul, now,” Toad said. “Do you wish to continue your employment here?”

“I do,” the butler said. The two maids, both young and attractive, nodded. “Though, I must say, Miss Jennifer offered certain benefits while she employed us.”

“Sexual?”

“Indeed.”

“To the maids as well?”

“Yes,” they maids said in unison.

Toad slanted an approving look back at Jennifer, who averted her eyes.

“Then you will continue to have access to all of my slaves’ bodies,” he said. “We’ll work out a schedule or something tomorrow.”

“Very good, sir,” the butler said. “I am Chive Honeycutt, sir. And these young ladies are Mimi Perot and Chelsea Buckhorn.”

“Mimi, take a bottle of chilled Champagne up to the master bedroom,” he said. “And then you are all dismissed for the night.”

The three staff members hurried away. Toad tingled all over. It was going better than he ever anticipated.

“Tomorrow, Jenny of the manor born,” Toad said, looking around the amazing marble and gold foyer, with it’s huge crystal chandelier. “You will give me a guided tour, inside and out. But now lead the way up to your bedroom.”

Ms Patriot’s chin dropped to her chest for a second and then she lifted it and nodded. As her eyes turned toward the sweeping stairs, another thought popped into his head.

“Oh, but first, take me to the Patriot Cave. I really want to see this mythical place.”

She rolled her eyes, sighed, and nodded. He chuckled at her distress. What did she think he would do? Let her keep all of her fortune and all of her secrets? Not happening.

While he held the leash loosely to her collar, Ms Patriot, Jennifer Jade herself, headed up the stairs with all of the other heroines trailing along behind her. Up they went to the second floor, and then down to an open door.

The bedroom was easily three times larger than his. The bathroom was pure luxury. And the closet was mind-bogglingly vast and filled with the most expensive designer clothes. She stopped before a built-in bookcase. Shelves with knickknacks and photos and such.

“A secret entrance?”

She nodded. So he waved Ana-Thalia up and she removed the ball-gag.

“How do I open it?”

“Do you have my phone?”

“Not with me.”

“Okay, there is a button under the bottom shelf, way in back and in the corner. Just press around until you feel it give and click.”

Toad did so, and the secret door opened on hissing hydraulics. He led the slavegirls and Ana-Thalia in to find Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl’s dressing room, with two vanities. Two small closets with spare costumes. Ms Patriot directed him down a short corridor between the vanities, where an elevator waited. They all stuffed into the large service elevator sized lift, and went down.

“Holy crap! You never said you had a full-service BDSM dungeon down here.”

“I took out all the crime fighting computers and gear after Mistress Tabitha showed me the truth about myself, and turned it into a dungeon then.”

“Is this brainwashing equipment,” he said, picking up what looked like VR helmet and goggles. He pointed at a line of fucking machines. “Do you use those?”

“Sex breaks down a super heroine’s will to resist,” Ana-Thalia said. “Once they are fucked into the Curse of the Valkyrie, then you can tell them what to think, what to feel, what to believe. You can completely rewire their brains.”

Ms Patriot averted her eyes, as did all of the other slavegirls. Toad chuckled.

“I was going to fuck you in your own bed tonight, Jenny,” he said. “But instead I think I’ll put all of your girls on fucking machines, and start brainwashing you into being my absolutely loyal, obedient, and eager to please slaves.”

“And then?” Ana-Thalia asked coyly.

“And then I will fuck you in Jenny’s bed.”

“Good answer, boss.”

Toad and Ana-Thalia quickly locked all eleven women onto bondage playstations. Then Toad watched as his beautiful driver dragged fucking machines up behind each of them, including the non-Valkyrie Jessy. Soon the chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug of the first fucking machine started on Ms Patriot.

“Ugggh. Oooh,” she cried. “Ooooooooooo.”

While Ana-Thalia got the rest of them started, Toad stepped up beside Ms Patriot. He kissed her. Fondled her. And then pulled his cock out. Toad thrust into her mouth and she started sucking without hesitation.

“You really are almost completely lost, aren’t you?” he sneered. “Victory feels so fucking amazing.”