Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 83) (Patreon)

Chapter 83

Ding.

Uber Woman flinched. Way to sneak up on someone. Who came up with the idea that elevators had to announce their arrival?

The doors parted before her to reveal a very dark expanse. She more felt than saw the vastness of the Patriot Cave. A scant few security lights remained on, off to the side and back. She stepped out to look and listen. The doors closed and took away that little bit of light. After a moment, her eyes started to adjust to the darkness.

Where is everyone? she thought. Are there multiple levels down here? Are they in a side room? Sleeping?

Uber Woman slowly walked forward, hands out protectively, heels echoing. Eyes cutting left and right, she listened for any sounds that might betray where Toad and the enslaved heroines were down there.

I didn’t imagine them going down the elevator. Oh. Wait. I didn’t actually see…

Her breath caught when she spotted a line of female shapes in sassy poses. But they weren’t moving. Too still to be humans. Statues? Uber Woman approached them cautiously. They were statues, and each wore a different super heroine costume. She saw Ms Patriot’s costume, along with her sidekick’s next to her. There was Silver Angel’s, Shewolf’s, Omega Girl’s… Every single one of the captured super heroines, and one more. It was HER COSTUME.

Her eyes locked on the silver tiara, with the enchanted pink diamond.

“Ha!”

Uber Woman rushed up to the statue, snatched the tiara off it’s head, and put it on hers. She sucked in a deep breath, anticipating that sexy rush of super powers returning to her body. And… Nothing.

“What the hell? Why isn’t it empowering me?”

Toad’s voice rang out of the darkness. “Because it is a really good fake. I keep all of the actual Objects of Power in a safe.”

The lights snapped on, a loud bang accompanying it. Toad sat on the padded bench of a BDSM playstation before her. Behind and spread out to either side of him were more of those insidious bondage devices. All empty. No heroines. So where were they? In cells for the night?

“Good evening, Miss Thomas,” Toad said. “I want to thank you for saving me the trouble of hunting you down. I do appreciate you deciding to just turn yourself over to me.”

“Funny, Toad,” she said. “The last thing I’ll do is submit to your tender mercies. I’ve had a taste of that before. No thank you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “And you made such an amazing stripper whore at the Dollhouse. I can only imagine how helplessly obedient you’ll be at the House of Joy.”

“Imagine all you want, pig,” she sneered. “But answer two questions. First, where is my tiara?”

“In a safe over in that room,” he said, pointing at a closed door to her left. “Second question?”

“Where are my sister heroines?”

His smile was huge, and even claimed his eyes. “Why, they are right behind you.”

“Huh?”

Uber Woman turned to find all of the other super heroines right behind her, in fighting stances, and their faces looked fierce. His enslaved heroines were all completely naked, which made her flinch. They all stared at each other a long moment.

“Take her,” Toad cried, and laughed.

The enslaved and brainwashed beauties charged her. As a heroine, her first reaction was to charge forward. Probably not the best idea. She was immediately surrounded by ten equally strong and determined women. All depowered heroines, so they knew how to fight empowered. Not quite as effective without super powers. Still, it was ten to one.

“Snap out of it,” she cried. “I’m here to rescue you.”

“Rescue this,” Tanika sneered, kicking at her face.

Uber Woman blocked that kick, spun and drove a stiletto heel into the other woman’s taint. She screamed shrilly, clutching her injured nether regions as she stumbled away. But Lynda, Kameko, and Jennifer attacked from different directions. That forced the blonde heroine to drop low and sweep their feet away, before she jumped up, stepped on Jennifer’s belly, and hurled herself at Annette. The ex-heroine caught her, and tossed Uber Woman to Jill. The woman formerly known as Omega Girl caught her, stumbled, and tried to execute the back breaker.

The platinum blonde managed to foil her by shifting and messing up her hold, but she still got slammed to the floor. She hit on her side, which didn’t knock out her breath. Thank God for small favors. So she rolled to her back and used her legs to sweep away Lynda’s feet, as well as Diana’s and LaToya’s.

Antonia kicked her in the small of the back as she rose to her feet. That sent the heroine stumbling forward into Autumn, who clocked her with a right cross.

“Ugh!”

Uber Woman, head spinning, stumbled back to the Latina, who punched her in the belly, and then the face. That sent her reeling away. As she turned, she found herself facing Jennifer. The raven-maned slavegirl slammed a knee up between the blonde’s legs, and punched her in the throat.

“Ack!” she cried, clutching her throat with one hand, the other hand cupping her brutalized pussy.

LaToya, her friend, coworker, and protégé, stepped up, cupped Uber Woman’s chin, and grinned cruelly.

“What are you doing? It’s me, LaToya,” she pleaded.

“Obeying my master,” she replied, and then ripped her dress down and off, completely shredded it in doing so. “And now Toad is your master, too.”

Jennifer and Annette each seized an arm, holding her in place. LaToya dropped to her knees, kissed the toe of her right booted foot, and started kissing and licking. Toe to heel, and then up, up, up her booted leg. Uber Woman stared down at her in horror.

“What are you doing?” she cried. “LaToya! Don’t debase yourself like that.”

“It is my command,” Toad said, waddling up. “Carlos called to tell me they captured you. When he didn’t call back after they fucked you, I assumed you escaped them.” He grinned at her. “So I gave my girls their orders.”

“And just like Master promised, you came straight down into our little trap,” Jennifer said. “Master is so smart.”

LaToya reached the top of her boot. Instead of dropping back down to start kissing and licking the other boot, the enslaved heroine began to kiss, nibble, and caress Uber Woman’s upper thigh. Working her way up quickly toward her exposed sex. So the heroine’s pussy started to throb and tingle. Milo’s cum was slowly leaking out, leaving it sloppy wet and sticky. So nasty. Would LaToya actually eat her out in that condition?

“Toad, make her stop!”

“No.”

“You don’t understand, she is my protégé. It is weird and improper for us to have sex.”

“First, you and LaToya have had sex with each other, many times,” he said. “And I commanded her to eat you out because it is so taboo.”

“What is wrong with… Ooooooh,” she cried, but cut off when LaToya’s strong, wet tongue started licking off all of her pre-cum. And then the tip of that tongue forced its way past her folds, opening up her slit. And she really started lapping up all the commingled loves juices. “Ooooooooh.”

“Mmmm,” LaToya moaned, lapping hungrily at her mentor’s sloppy, nasty pussy.

“Can I have a turn, Master?” Autumn asked.

“Me, too, Master,” Lynda asked.

“Handcuff her,” Toad said, handing Jennifer cuffs. “Lynda, suck on her right tit. Autumn you get her left. Jill, I want you to kneel behind her and eat out her ass.”

After Jennifer and Annette wrestled her arms back, Uber Woman’s wrists were locked together, and then the two veteran heroines began to take turns open-mouth kissing her. The sidekicks sucked and fondled her tits, while Jill took her place behind her.

“Ewww, her butt is all sticky with cum,” Jill said. And then she started licking Uber Woman’s butt cheeks. “Mmmmmm.”

LaToya found her clit, and a moment later Jill’s tongue penetrated her anus. Uber Woman wiggled and writhed, moaning and groaning as her enslaved sisters in crime fighting molested and used her body so shamefully. They quickly pushed the already fucked and climaxed beauty into that rise to climax, and then over the top.

“Aaaagghh!”

“Uber Woman, you were the last super heroine standing in Grimme City,” Toad declared. “But you have fallen. You are now my property. My slave. Mine to do with as I please. Lock her down, my pets!”

Uber Woman was forced over to a BDSM playstation. Her ankles were spread wide and locked into steel cuffs at the ends of a spreader bar bolted to a central post. She was then forced to bend over where a steel collar was locked around her neck to hold her in place. Finally, the handcuffs were removed, and her wrists were forced down to a shorter spreader bar halfway up the post, and locked in place.

Toad personally forced a bright pink ball-gag into her mouth, strapped it down tight, and then placed nipple clamps on her.

“Aaaiieee!”

“I know, it hurts so much,” he taunted, hands caressing her boobs as he moved around behind her. Then she felt him running his erection up and down through her butt crack. “You’re welcome.”

She wanted to tell him that he wouldn’t get away with enslaving her, but the ball-gag muted her. And he’d already gotten away with enslaving every other heroine. So he would not be punished for doing the same to her.

Goddess, there is no justice here! Why?

“Ugggh,” she grunted when he penetrated.

Her friends and fellow heroines stood around in a circle, watching, smiling, nodding. Soon, she would be just as mindlessly obedient and eager to please.

Toad spanked her butt, he fondled her tits, and he yanked her long hair. That wicked man enjoyed every inch of her body, inside and out. All she could do was wiggle and writhe in that tight bondage. Helpless to even speak her mind. His to do with as he pleased, and it pleased him to violate her in the nastiest ways.

“Aaagggh!” she screamed, forced to climax over and over. Until her mind stilled, and it was all good.

“The Dark Crusade is over,” he declared. “One and all of the city’s holier than thou super sluts have fallen to me. I am the master of Super Heroines!”