Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 81) (Patreon)

Chapter 81

Jade Manor, Sunday, 11:38 PM…

Dropping to a knee, Uber Woman scanned the well-lit grounds. While the upstairs windows were all dark, it looked like every light was on down on the ground floor. A trio of staff members were on the back terrace smoking cigarettes. She knew there were two-man roving patrols of well-armed guards, as well.

“Can’t believe I lost an entire week to that guy,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Sunday morning to the next weekend’s Sunday night in Byron’s bed. Under him. On top of him. Bent over a chair. He didn’t waste one moment with just chilling. He knew his time with her was limited and enjoyed her to the limits of both of their abilities.

“And it’s all Toad’s fault for sending Tyrone and his thugs over to kidnap me.” She closed her eyes, heart racing again. “Calm down, girl. These are desperate times. You need your wits sharp and focused.”

Memories of the last week of sex and debauchery tried to fill her head, but she forced them down and away. It was bad enough she still tasted him in her mouth. Uber Woman wasn’t sure she’d ever get rid of the taste of his cum.

A roving patrol ambled by, the two guards in all black, submachine guns strapped to their bellies. She watched them from the night shadows of the forest behind Jade Manor. The smokers returned inside before the patrol passed out of sight.

Here’s my chance.

Uber Woman darted out of the dark forest, across that stretch of manicured lawn, and into the shadows of a thick oak. She moved from cover to cover all the way to the terrace. Pressing her back to the wall beside the kitchen door, she looked all around for trouble. She could hear another patrol coming, the guards arguing softly over which football team was the GOAT - Cowboys or Patriots.

What are they talking about? she thought. Everyone knows it’s the Packers. Duh.

Knowing she stood there like a beacon of light in her white minidress and thigh boots, Uber Woman threw caution to the wind and just opened the back door and slipped inside. The kitchen remained brightly lit, but no one was there.

Why would anyone need anything cooked? It’s almost midnight.

She’d visited Jade Manor many times, mostly at charity events, as her alter ego. She used to be friends with Jennifer Jade, so knew the layout of the ground floor pretty well. So she headed toward the home office. It was in back, near the kitchen. Her heels clattered softly on the kitchen tile, but she moved quickly and stealthily otherwise.

A woman’s squeak of delight echoed through the mansion. The heroine froze, recognizing that voice as Annette’s. She closed her eyes, not wanting to even imagine what her friend was being forced to do. Really, who she was forced to do. That squeal dripped with sexual pleasure.

I can’t believe what they do to good women like that, she thought. They destroyed their beautiful minds and hearts, and warped them into pathetic little sexual playthings.

Curiosity got the better of her, so Uber Woman moved in that direction. Jade Manor hadn’t been renovated in… Maybe never. Every space separate, with labyrinth like corridors. And all of them were dark, lights off. She passed through a formal dining room, one of many. That seated just twenty.

Uber Woman saw the door into the Great Room was ajar, allowing the sounds of what sounded like an orgy to come through. Girls were giggling. Men speaking in happy tones. The heroine eased up to the door, and peeked into the vast chamber.

“It’s worse than I imagined.”

Jennifer Jade was literally hanging from bright red ropes tied to something in the ceiling. Her naked body was parallel to the floor, at cock height. Two of the House of Joy bouncers were swinging her back and forth, playing a game of sticking their dicks in her mouth and pussy. A swinging spit-roast. Jennifer, of course, was cooperating and doing her best to help each of them impale her over and over.

Annette Moore was riding a man laying on his back in the middle of the room, while another man humped her butt. Double penetrated, and from the look of bliss on her face, Annette was loving it. Her protégé and daughter, Autumn, was on her knees sucking off Tyrone, who was clutching his brutalized chest as he enjoyed her efforts.

Seeing that evil man suffering from the injuries she gave him warmed Uber Woman’s heart. Just a little.

Omega Girl and Shewolf were sucking face in the corner, while large men pounded their pussies from behind. Uber Woman pulled back and gently closed the door. That was all she could handle seeing.

If I fail to get my tiara tonight, then it won’t be long before Toad catches me and I join my friends in that vile life of enslaved debauchery.

Men’s voices came to her. It sounded like they were approaching the door, so she rushed back across the dining room and slipped into a side corridor. Ultra Woman rushed down to the home office. The door was unlocked, so she went inside soundlessly. No one cried out the alarm, so she made it without being discovered.

“Whew.”

She continued to listen while her heart rate slowed.

Doing dangerous things is ten times scarier without super powers.

Uber Woman had no choice. Toad had a ten thousand dollar bounty on both Uber Woman and Tammy Thomas. She was lucky that Byron either didn’t know of it, or wasn’t so evil that he’d turn her in for the money. God knew he needed it.

She quickly rifled through the desk drawers. Nothing. She looked for a safe, but didn’t find one. Not that she could open a safe, but it would be nice if there was one. A locked safe was the best place to keep something as important as an Object of Power. Indeed, she suspected Toad kept all of the heroines’ power objects together in a safe. Whether that was at Jade Manor, the House of Joy, or the Dollhouse remained to be seen.

Her reasoning thought he’d want to keep them at his home, which was now Jade Manor. A mansion heavily guarded 24/7, unlike either business. So she had to keep looking. Next most likely place to keep the Objects of Power was Jennifer’s bedroom, now Toad’s bedroom. Probably a safe in the closet. But only one way to find out.

The platinum blonde snuck out of the office, crept back to the kitchen, and went up the back servants’ stairs. She moved much faster up the stairs, and then on the second floor. There was nowhere to hide in that long, wide corridor lined with bedrooms. She’d been in Jennifer’s bedroom before, and even inside her vast closet. Hell that closet was larger than her condo.

The master bedroom door was open. The only open door on that floor. The bedroom light was on. Uber Woman approached cautiously. Back to the wall, she slid up to the door, and peeked inside. Nothing. So she peeked again, and again. She didn’t see or hear anyone inside. No slaves. No maids cleaning up. The bed was made. Everything looked clean and orderly. Jennifer’s girlie decor remained. The only change Uber Woman saw was steel eye-rings in the ceiling above the bed.

I don’t even want to know what those are for.

She quickly looked inside the closest nightstand. Lots of bondage gear, and multiple tubes of lube. The other nightstand held a variety of gags — ball, ring, and one with an attached dildo to completely fill a woman’s mouth.

“Ack,” she cried, quickly closing that drawer. “Didn’t need to see that.”

The heroine checked behind all of the paintings. Then she hurried into the closet and froze. The sight of such a large space filled with evening gowns, cocktail dresses, and other types of fine feminine wear always stunned her. Okay, it was envy.

It didn’t take long to find the safe. And it was OPEN. Empty. Did Toad loot it? Probably. But then she was stumped. Lost. Where could her tiara be? Was it possible Toad auctioned off all of the Objects of Power on the Dark Web?

Voices flooded the bedroom. Her breath caught. She heard Toad’s abrasive voice, along with Ninja Girl’s, Justice Star’s, and Patriot Girl’s. Other feminine giggles could be heard as well. When shadows filled the closet door, the heroine pushed back into the dresses, slipping between and behind the hanging garments. She could barely see the door, and watched as Patriot Girl came in first, really in her guise as Lynda. She was naked save for black collar and matching strappy pumps. Toad followed her in, with Omega Girl and Ninja Girl under his arms.

The sexy blonde sidekick reached into some built in shelves, and those shelves opened with a hiss of hydraulics. Everyone started filing in.

Patriot Cave! Uber Woman thought. Her excitement spiked, knowing that had been turned into a BDSM dungeon by Mistress Patriot. What better place to keep all of the Objects of Power?