Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 79) (Patreon)

Chapter 79

“Mmmmmgh,” Jenny moaned as he tugged on her nipple clamps.

Toad smiled and looked her over head to toe. The raven-haired beauty’s body was shiny with sweat after a night on the fucking machine, brainwashing helmet on her head. Waist length hair hung down from under the helmet, drool hung in long ropes from her chin, oozing out from the ring-gag.

Funny how you used to be the biggest, baddest, ball-busting bitch in town, he thought, opening his robe and pushing his erection into her mouth, the ring-gag tight around his dick. Both as Ms Patriot and as Jennifer Jade. Now you are my little fuck toy. Look at you, quivering from uncounted orgasms, your once sharp mind turned to mush as I rewire and remold you into my perfect sex kitten.

He palmed a heavy, dangling tit as he fucked her mouth and gave it a firm squeeze. Her tits were now his tits. His property.

“Oh yes,” he whispered, feeling a quick surge to climax, and then unleashing in her mouth.

He pulled out, watching cum and drool flow out, down her chin, and splatter on the floor.

“Aaaaggh,” she cried softly. Her fingers all spread wide as she climaxed, as did her toes. Her body was super tense for a long moment, and then almost collapsed as it went limp. “Mmmmm.”

Jenny was on his favorite BDSM playstation. It was just a few steel bars welded together, that held her bent over at the waist, binding her ankles, wrists, and neck in thick leather cuffs. Her legs were spread wide, giving him, or the fucking machine currently reaming out both her pussy and ass, easy access.

Toad looked around the subterranean dungeon. Once it was called the Patriot Cave, then renamed into the Patriot Dungeon. He just called it “Toad’s Hole.” To his right, Jenny’s sexy protégé, Lynda “Patriot Girl” Lynns bucked in orgasm while strapped spread-eagle on a St. Andrew’s Cross. Uber Girl and Silver Girl flanked her, also on St. Andrew’s Crosses. Sidekick Central in the dungeon that night. Like Ms Patriot, the sidekick’s were all getting reamed out relentlessly by fucking machines, brainwashing helmets on their heads.

Shewolf screamed through her ring-gag, bucking atop a bondage horse. Her mocha complexion looked especially sexy all shiny with sweat in the Toad’s Hole’s lighting. Then his eyes were pulled over to Purple Avenger. The sexy black former prosecutor trembled and bucked, hanging on a anal hook, toes barely touching the floor as a fucking machine pounded her tight pussy.

“A sweet vision of submissive glory,” he said, feeling his cock and balls twitch and tingle.

He walked across the dungeon to check on one of his favorites. Silver Angel was bound in a sexy 69 embrace with Ninja Girl. Instead of ring-gags, they were strapped down to keep their mouths on each other’s pussies while the fucking machines pounded their asses all night.

“Two luckiest girls,” he said, giving Annette’s hot, sweaty butt a firm squeeze and pat. He felt her body trembling, and could hear their slurps as they obediently ate pussy. “That brainwashing program is really doing an amazing job on them.”

One of the fucking machines along the back wall stopped with a loud thunk. He frowned and walked over to Omega Girl and Justice Star. They were forced to kneel, bent over all night while being reamed out from behind. Both of them were strapped to ball-gags on a short steel rod, face-to-face. Their nipple clamps had small bells that tinkled when they bucked in orgasm. Justice Star’s fucking machine had stopped working, a little smoke coming out, so he unplugged it. Toad left both dildos up her pussy and ass. No need to remove them yet.

It was almost time to remove them all from the machines, and then allow them a few hours sleep that morning. He considered working up a sleep schedule, so some of them were always awake and available for him to play with.

The elevator dinged. He heard it rise up. Someone was coming down in a few, so he closed his robe and tied it off. Toad licked his lips. His men captured Uber Woman last night. He gave them permission to spend the night fucking her. Gangbanging her mindless. After all, it happened at his bedtime. Let them soften her up for him. Maybe even break her will to fight her fate.

“Which playstation should I start her out in?”

He wandered through the scattered array of wicked devices. All designed to hold a woman tightly in place, her orifices all exposed and available for exploitation. And how he planned to exploit her holes. Memories of using and abusing her at the Dollhouse filled it head when the elevator started back down. How he loved her sweet surrender. So sexy. He couldn’t wait to experience it again.

Mistress Tabby stepped out of the elevator and into a sassy strut, leading Jessy on a leash and collar. He smiled at them. The three of them had spent the night together in Jenny’s old bed. Now his bed. While neither was Valkyrie, they both had amazing sexual stamina and enthusiasm. Especially Jessy. She could easily become one of his favorites.

Mistress Tabby was in all black patent leather — strapless corset, pants, and thigh boots. No laces or buckles. It almost looked like she was wearing latex. She had a riding crop in her right opera-gloved hand, and the leash in the left. Jessy clattered behind her, half-bent over trying to keep up. All she wore was a pair of strappy white pumps, wrists handcuffed behind her back, and glossy red lips wrapped around a white rubber ball-gag.

“Any particular station you want me to put Jessy?”

Toad considered that. After the boys delivered Uber Woman, he’d have his turn with that sexy super heroine. The boys would be set loose to play with the other slaves, and that included Jessy.

“Bind her spread-eagle on the central bed,” he said.

That playstation was a round “bed” of padded red leather. No sheets or anything you’d find on a regular bed. But it had steel fasteners all around the edge to tie women down to. He watched the slave-dominatrix lead Jessy over. The slavegirl’s wrists were released, and then the leash removed. Jessy obediently crawled up and to the center, before laying on her back and spreading her arms and legs wide.

Mistress Tabby quickly and effortlessly bound the young beauty to the bed, spread-eagle, using red rope. Then she looked at Toad.

“Would you like to give her a test run, Master?”

The elevator dinged again, and rose up toward Jade Manor above. That was her answer, so Mistress Tabby began strolling and visiting the heroine-slaves.

Thwack!

Toad jumped at the sound. Jenny screamed in pain, butt cheeks still quivering from the strike. She whipped the woman that humiliated and usurped her three more times, before moving to another girl. While Tabitha gave the slaves reminders of who was in charge with that riding crop, Toad watched the elevator as his anticipation spiked. Within moments he would lay hands on the LAST super heroine standing. Uber Woman’s capture and enslavement meant the end of super heroine interference in the city. A satisfying end to a long era. Life was going to be so much easier without them to worry about.

And I will own every single super heroine, he thought. I’ll work half at the House of Joy, half at the Dollhouse. And rotate them. I’ll make a fortune peddling their sweet round asses to the masses.

The elevator reached the Toad’s Hole and opened. His breath caught, looking intently. He didn’t see a blonde. No woman at all. Just seven shame-faced men. His heart sank.

“What the hell? You caught her last night,” he cried. “Where’s Tyrone? Who else are you missing? Are they with Uber Woman?”

Milo flinched. “Yeah, about that, boss.”

“What did you imbeciles do?”

“We didn’t do anything wrong. Really,” Carlos said. “It’s just, she seemed to docile, so weak and pathetic this morning. She did what she was told. No problem at all, until…”

“Until what?”

“She put on her boots,” Milo said. He indicated his chest as he winched. “I think she broke my chest, Tyrone’s chest bone, and maybe a rib or two with a stiletto-heeled kick. And then she ran away.”

“She took out three of us with those boots,” Carlos said. “We had to drop them off at the emergency room.”

“You didn’t have her hobbled?” Mistress Tabby asked, looking incredulous. “I taught you better than that. Super heroines KICK. Their legs are their most deadly weapons. Jesus Christ!”

Toad and Mistress Tabby shared a look, shaking their heads.

“The Dark Crusade that Mistress Patriot and I started is not over, Master,” Mistress Tabby said, face grim. “We still have Uber Woman to hunt down, capture, and…” She looked at Jenny meaningfully, that fucking machine chugging along. “…And break her. Make her into another obedient slavegirl.”