Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 74) (Patreon)

Chapter 74

Cheers thundered, echoing through the urban canyons of Sugar Town as the shiny black Mercedes Benz Sprinter rolled up the street. A jubilant crowd danced and sang outside of the House of Joy. Toad smiled, sitting at the end of the long black leather seat and facing the sliding door. To his right, sitting all prim and proper, were his enslaved super heroines. They filled both long bench seats facing each other. One and all in their full costumes, just with faux Objects of Power. Ball-gags colored to match their costumes filled their mouths.

His hand tightened around the leash attached to Ms Patriot’s collar. A silver chain was connected to the back of that wide, stainless steel collar, going to the ring in the front of Patriot Girl’s collar. Another chain from the back attached to the front of Silver Angel’s collar, and so on — Silver Girl, Purple Avenger, Omega Girl, Ninja Girl, Shewolf, and Justice Star on the end. A coffle line of nine sexy super heroine slavegirls.

The van rolled to a stop. The bodyguard riding shotgun got out and opened the side door. The sound of the crowd burst inside. He could hear the excitement, the pure joy of the denizens of Sugar Town. Every pimp, pusher, prostitute, and street thug was celebrating the downfall and ensuing sexual slavery of all but one super heroine in the city.

Toad was a street hero.

“Come, my lovelies,” he said, rising to his feet. “Heads high, chests out, and show those ruffians the kind of women they can fuck if they join the House of Joy.”

He knew there were be a flurry of one night memberships for the next few weeks, and the heroines would pretty much be just brothel hookers for the street people. But it should settle down, and become the BDSM sex club again after that. He might lose some of his members during that time, but he was confident they’d come back. The House of Joy was the penultimate BDSM sex club in Grimme City, after all, and the club did have nine super heroine slaves to use and abuse.

Toad shuffled out of the luxury party van, Ms Patriot and the rest following obediently. They were, after all, subjugated and brainwashed into the perfect little fuck toys. The crowd fell silent, everyone just gawking at that coffle of super heroine sexiness.

He waddled to the open front door, moving slower than usual to show off his living, breathing trophies. For their part, the enslaved heroines put on a good show. They stood tall and proud, the look in their eyes showed they understood just how sexy they looked to the crowd, and how much everyone wanted to jump their bones. And they walked like it, hips swinging a little more than usual. Hair and boobs bouncing with every strutting step. Yeah, they were putting some oomph into it.

Tyrone stood to one side, watching the coffle of heroines with fierce, lustful eyes. Ozzy and Carlos flanked the open club door. Other bouncers kept the crowd at bay. Still, the path was so narrow through the crowd that some could reach out and stroke an arm, or long hair, of a passing slavegirl.

The crowd started chanting, “Toad’s the Man! Toad’s the Man! Toad’s the Man!”

He smiled wide, but his eyes lifted up to look all around. Scanned the sky overhead, along with all the visible rooftops. Looking for that last super heroine. Uber Woman was still out there at large. The last super heroine standing. Looking for a way to foil him and rescue her fellow heroines. And he wanted her as well. Wanted her to be the final jewel in his crown.

I’ll truly be King of Sugar Town when I add her to my little Valkyrie harem.

Once they were all inside, he looked back along the line of busty beauties, and grinned. More than half of them had their tops yanked down to expose one or both boobs. All of their hair looked a little tousled. And Ms Patriot had a bright red hand print on her left butt cheek.

His slave-assistant, Jessy came rushing up in a flurry of clattering heels. She wore a red satin teddy and black pumps, and looked as sexy as the super heroines. Jessy was a little flushed, and she was pulling her teddy up to cover her tits as she approached.

That’s my girl, giving the members what they want.

“Good evening, Master,” she said breathlessly and kissed him. “You’re a little early, or I would’ve been outside to greet you.”

He nodded and looked around. While he’d certainly heard a lot about the House of Joy, Toad had only visited it once before. It proved just as BDSMy as he remembered, but either Mistress Tabitha or Mistress Patriot had painted and changed the color scheme. Before the walls were red, with black furniture and gold fixtures. Now the walls were purple. The great throne remained the focal point of the main parlor, facing a stage with stripper pole. The members stood around in small clusters, chit-chatting and enjoying mixed drinks. He noticed some touching and kissing, but suspected most of the really intense stuff happened in rented rooms upstairs, or in one of many side rooms, but mostly in the attached dungeon.

“Jessy, fetch me a bourbon on the rocks.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, and rushed to obey.

He gave the leash a tug, and then entered the main parlor. Toad led his slaves around to engage the members in short meet and greet conversations. He let them admire, and more, his bevy of super beauties. Jessy quickly rejoined them, and held his drink for him while she introduced him around. Once he’d spoken to everyone in the main parlor, Toad stopped before the throne and smiled at everyone.

The super heroines all lined up before him, facing out, and dropped to their knees.

“Thank you for your support,” he said. “Our members are everything to us. Without you, I’m just one really lucky mother fucker with nine sexy super heroine slavegirls to fuck.”

The members laughed, some lifting their drinks in salute.

“I will not be here every night, so I am lifting the slavegirl Tabby back up to Head Dominatrix,” Toad said.

The crowd gasped, and a few applauded. Tabby stepped forward, a look of surprise and gratitude on her lovely face. All she wore was a black collar, G-string, and pumps. She dropped to her knees before him.

He handed Ms Patriot’s leash to her. “I rename you… Mistress Tabby.”

“Thank you, Master,” Mistress Tabby said. “I promise to make you proud.”

He smiled when the redhead immediately claimed Ms Patriot’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Showed her former mistress who was in charge now. Toad’s head filled with visions of Mistress Tabby dominating and fucking Ms Patriot. Whipping and fucking her pound of flesh out of the slave that had usurped her once before.

“The club’s dominatrixes will now take charge of the heroine slaves,” he said, noting Mistress Tabby signal to three other staff members. “Use of my super heroines is free tonight. My way of thanking you for your continued membership.”

He smiled as the members cheered and applauded, though their eyes had already locked onto their favorite super heroine. Yes, his girls would be very busy that night. Then Mistress Prudence, Madam Vu, and Lady Spite arrived, and the four dominatrixes began removing the women from the coffle. The chains were piled to one side, the stainless steel collars remaining locked around their necks.

Lady Spite took Omega Girl, Silver Angel, and Shewolf. She led them straight to the dungeon. Mistress Prudence took control of Purple Avenger, Justice Star, and Silver Girl and quickly led each of them over to small groups of members to play with. Madam Vu commanded Patriot Girl and Ninja Girl, leading them up onto the stage. Patriot Girl and Ninja Girl were forced to makeout hot and heavy. That left Mistress Tabby with Ms Patriot.

“Kneel, slave.”

Ms Patriot glanced at Toad. He smiled cruelly instead of offering her help. So she dropped to her knees before Mistress Tabby, eyes big and filled with dread. The redhead sneered at Ms Patriot, removed her ball-gag, and then moved a stiletto-heeled foot forward.

“Lick stiletto, Jenny.”

Ms Patriot groaned, “Yes, Mistress.”

The busty heroine rolled to all fours, and crawled the few feet to that foot. She lowered her glossy red lips to the toe of that black patent pump, and kissed it. Left a perfect lip print. And after a glance up for approval, that she failed to get, the raven-maned beauty started kissing, licking, and nuzzling that sexy stiletto pump. She made love to it, spending most of her time and effort on the actual stiletto heel.

Once Mistress Tabby was satisfied, “Work your way up, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Hands stroking and caressing soft, smooth skin, Ms Patriot kissed, nibbled, and licked her way up Mistress Tabby’s right leg. She began to nuzzle more and more after she reached the thick, meaty thigh. And that thigh proved more sensitive, with the redhead starting to jolt and pant. And then she reached the lacy G-string.

Cutting her baby blues up to hold Mistress Tabby’s eyes, she slowly pulled the G-string down to her knees. Then still staring into the newly elevated head mistress’ sapphire blue eyes, the slavegirl began licking that waxed pussy. She motorboated that pussy, while imagining she was tea-bagging her master’s hairy balls. Not the same, but the members watching voiced their pleasure. She forced her tongue between those fleshy folds, lapping up all the released pre-cum from her sensitive pink slit.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, loving the taste of her mistress.

“It feels so good to have you, Jennifer ‘Ms Patriot’ Jade, back under my thumb,” Mistress Tabby sneered. “Back on your knees before me, where you have always belonged. Am I right, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. It was wrong of me to subjugate you,” she purred, knowing her part. Yet, just saying those words of power and submission hit her hard. She felt her body, her mind changing as she spoke and acknowledged a Truth. “I was born to serve. To be a slave. It is what I am.”

“Make me come, slave.”

“My pleasure, Mistress.”

Ms Patriot put all she had into eating Mistress Tabby out. Mostly, she concentrated on that sensitive bud peeking out of its hood above her slit. She licked, nibbled, and sucked on that clit. Mistress Tabby clutched her head, using it as support so that she didn’t topple over in her ecstasy.

“Mmmm.” Slurp. Sluuurp. “Mmmmm.”

Juices flowed. The slavegirl obediently lapped them up, even as she gave that clit the ultimate stimulation. Until Mistress Tabby’s body convulsed in orgasmic glory, and her girl cum flooded out and into the raven-haired beauty’s mouth.

“Oooooh, fuck yes,” Mistress Tabby cried. She stepped back, teetering atop her stilettos. “That was the best ever.” Her eyes lifted up to hold Toad’s. “Master, would you enjoy a blowjob from this pathetic piece of fuck meat?”

“I would.”

Mistress Tabby forced Ms Patriot to crawl up to her master. The ex-heroine caught and held his eyes, their gaze electric as she slowly pushed his knees wide. The redhead then grabbed a fistful of silky soft hair, and forced her to unzip him with her teeth. She continued to stare into her master’s lustful eyes as the dominatrix fished his cock out, stroked him to rock hardness, and then pushed her face into his big, hairy nutsack.

Ms Patriot moaned as she was tea-bagged. She started licking, nibbling, and sucking on his sack and balls. Toad watched with hooded eyes, a beatific look on his round face. Her delicate, long-fingered hands stroked first his thighs, then fondled his balls, and finally played with his dick as she slowly, sensuously licked and nibbled her way up his shaft.

Reaching the bulbous glans, she wrapped full red lips around his crown and gave intense head. That lasted until Mistress Tabby forced her down his shaft, his cock pushing to the back of her throat right away. She gagged and hacked, not trying to control her gag-reflex at all knowing how much he loved to “choke a bitch[1] .”

Mistress Tabby moved directly behind her, as she bobbed up and down his shaft. The redhead yanked her nether closure aside, exposing her hot, wet pussy to one and all. And then the dominatrix started rubbing, masturbating her. Ms Patriot felt the room getting hotter. Her aroused body got a lot more mushy and fluttery inside. Her pussy started throbbing with achy need as she wiggled her butt.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and then took him to the back of her throat. “Ack. Gluk glub.”

Two long, delicate fingers penetrated her pussy. Pushed all the way up into her love canal. Her back bowed, vagina clenching. After another moment, Mistress Tabby forced another finger, and then another up inside her, finger fucking her so sweetly. She felt her body changing, started to build toward divine release.

“Take that, bitch,” Mistress Tabby sneered, and shoved her entire hand up inside the hapless heroine.

“Ugggh!” Ms Patriot grunted, eyes huge and incredulous. “Ugggh. Ugggh”

Getting fisted was so intense. More so than even double-penetration.

“Uggggh. Uggggh!”

Mistress Tabby grabbed a fistful of hair again, yanked her back off her master’s cock, and then released her hair. She fell back onto that erection, taking it deep into her mouth. Then her mistress pushed down, forcing her to deep-throat Toad. All while she continued to thrust that fist up the heroine’s tight cunt.

Ms Patriot felt that rise to climax hit her. Toad’s cock stiffened even more, twitched once, twice.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when he flooded her mouth with hot cum And then Mistress Tabby pushed her over the top. Her insides erupted with the most intense pleasure possible. “Aaaaaggh!”

The main parlor filled with cheers and applause. She huffed and puffed around the cock that remained in her mouth, while the redhead continued to pump her fist in and out of her pussy.

Is this my fate? My forever?

 tgall, 8/27/2024 6:14 AM - Go back to previous chapters where Toad fucks, gets a BJ, and have him talk about, “Choke a bitch” BJs.