Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Chapter 3

The next day, Tuesday morning, downtown Grimme City…

Annette whipped into her reserved parking slot in the parking garage under her corporate headquarters. She notice only three other cars. Yeah, the boss lady liked to arrive before everyone else.

Her stilettos clacked loudly in that dark nearly vacant space as she pulled her sports jacket out of the back seat and put it on. The jacket was a very pale pink, while she wore a designer print dress with large pink flowers. Black stiletto pumps adorned her feet. Her long blonde hair was loose to hang down her back. The media mogul’s only jewelry were a pair of diamond studs glittering in her earlobes.

After grabbing her briefcase, she locked the sleek black BMW with the fob, and strode purposely toward the elevator banks. Her office was on the top floor, and she had a private elevator up to it. Only she had access to it via cardkey.

The doors opened into her office, which she found dark as expected. She did not expect what she found behind her desk. A single light was directed across a beautiful, pale face.

“What the hell? Annette Vanderholm?”

“In the sexy flesh,” Ashley purred.

Annette placed her briefcase on a side table, and started toward the desk with angry eyes. A smirk slowly spread across Ashley’s face.

“How did you get in here?”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, my dear,” Ashley said. “Especially if you’re a billionaire and as powerful as my husband and I are.”

“I don’t care who you are, or how powerful you think you are,” Annette said. “I’m calling the police and having you arrested.”

The lights snapped on. Annette cried out in surprise and stopped to gawk at the shapely blonde sitting in her desk chair. Ashley leaned back in the chair, looking very comfortable with her long legs crossed. The media mogul was glad her legs were crossed, because she wasn’t sure the other women was wearing anything down there. Indeed, Ashley was decked out in full BDSM glory: black leather, midriff baring corset with lots of straps and buckles, matching over the elbow gloves, and thigh boots. All matte black. She further accessorized with a choke chain around her neck, big silver hoop earrings, silver bangles over her gloves, and a riding crop in her right hand.

“Ummm, why are you dressed like that?”

“How else would a mighty mistress dress when she goes to lay claim to a sexy new slave girl?” Ashley asked, and then indicated an open stainless steel collar on the desk next to her. 

“Are you mad?”

“No, but I will be if you continue to act up, slave.”

Ashley sensuously stood up. The black leather thong gave Annette a moment of relief, but then the twenty-eight year old blonde bit her lip, smiled wickedly, and took a step closer.

“Annette Moore, I am here to place you under my sexy stiletto heel. Kneel to your new mistress,” Ashley said. Her blue eyes hardened. “I said… Kneel.”

“I don’t think so,” Annette cried, hazel eyes flashing. “I am no one’s slave. I am…”

“You are wrong,” Ashley said, and picked up a remote. She turned on the office TV, and a DVD immediately started up. “Behold my ironclad claim on your body and soul, Annette. And know I’m going to enjoy watching you kneel, submit to me, and then offer your throat for collaring, almost as much as I’ll savor snapping this collar around your neck.”

Annette’s jaw dropped. What the hell did that mean? Her mind immediately went back to the previous day and night with Sofia, and their deeply disturbing, humiliating setback. Oh, the things those vile men forced them to do with each other. Of course, the men took them to a cheap motel afterwards, and banged the two young beauties raw until deep in the night.

They were working for the Vanderholms, so naturally Ashley knows of my humiliating ordeal. Her eyes widened. Oh no!

The video started on the TV, complete with the sound turned up too loud. All of Annette’s breath whooshed out at the sight. On the screen Sofia was laying on her back, a man’s cock shoved balls deep into her slurping mouth, while Annette knelt between the Latina’s legs and ground her pussy hard against Sofia’s. Both women were moaning, groaning, looking lost in the debauchery. And then a second man moved up behind Annette, and slowly impaled her ass on his erection.

“That’s so sexy. I can’t wait to reenact it with you,” Ashley purred. “Different men, and maybe your female partner will be… Me? Sofia? Or even Jennifer Jade? Who knows, but it’ll be fun every single time. Don’t you think?”

“Oh my god, woman. You’re mental,” Annette cried. “I can’t… I mean, this is insane. I’m a respected media entrepreneur.”

“Yes you are, my dear,” Ashley said, moving closer. Her tall stilettos clattered loudly in the quiet of predawn, sounding so ominous under the circumstances. Annette froze, unable to move when that evil woman reached out and stroked her cheek with the leather flap at the end of the riding crop. “But now, you are also mine and Big Daddy’s slavegirl. Our sex slave. Our fuck toy, if you will.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Oh, that would be bad. I mean, releasing this video would devastate your sterling reputation,” Ashley said. “But imagine how humiliating it’ll be for your daughter? Someone, and I’m not naming names, will surely pounce on that rare beauty the instant her defenses are down. She’ll be so vulnerable. So delicious.”

“Don’t you dare even think about my daughter!”

“Even as we speak, Big Daddy is back home prepared to e-mail all the pictures and videos of your very nasty, girl-on-girl pickup truck video, and follow-up cheap motel gang bang. Oh my! All of your friends will get it. All of your employees will get it. All of Autumn’s friends and professors will get the videos. And of course, all news media will get them, too. Your shame will be smeared across the Internet, on the evening news, on everyone’s lips.”

An incredulous look spread across Annette’s beautiful face. Her setback had come back to bit her in the most savage way. She struggled to even think, but she had to figure out a way to escape the Vanderholms’ clutches. There had to be a way!

Ashley started pacing around her, her heels echoing, while she ran a bold hand across the multi-millionaire’s breasts, through her long silky hair, and even across her sweetly rounded butt and taut, tone belly.

“Kneel, Annette,” Ashley commanded, stopping before the media mogul.

“Leave my daughter out of this,” she rasped out. “She’s innocent. Promise not to touch her.”

Ashley’s smile was cruel. They both knew Annette was submitting, but trying her best to at least save Autumn. While Ashley basked in the thrill of victory, Annette wallowed in the agony of defeat yet again. Only this one would be twice as humiliating at the previous day’s setback.

“All I want is you, my dear,” Ashley purred, reaching out to stroke her soon-to-be slave’s soft cheek with the back of her knuckles. Then she pulled Annette’s lower lip down with her thumb. “So beautiful. Your lips are going to taste so sweet. Now, to save your daughter, kneel and give yourself to me.”

A cold tingled washed through Annette. Her skin goose-fleshed as her knees buckled. All strength left the proud businesswoman, and she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Annette knelt before Ashley, staring up with a quivering lip at the looked of satisfaction on Ashley’s face.

“Say it.”

“I-I am yours, Ashley,” Annette stammered out. “I give myself to you as… As… As your slavegirl.”

Annette dropped her eyes as hot tears flowed, face super-heating. Her whole body trembled, and she couldn’t stop it. The ramifications of what she’d just done threatened to overwhelm her mind and soul.

“Swear on your honor, on your very soul, that you will obey Big Daddy and me from this moment on,” Ashley commanded.

“I s-wear on my honor, swear on my soul, that I am yours, that I will obey you and Big Daddy from this moment onward.”

Ashley moved her right, thigh booted foot forward. “Kiss it.”

She paused, staring down at the expensive designer boot. Annette gave a brief nod, licked her glossy pink lips, and then swallowed the lump in her throat. And then the busty media mogul leaned over and gently kissed the toe of Ashley’s boot, leaving a perfect pink lip print, before sitting back on her legs.

“Good girl, slave,” Ashley purred. “Stand up. Strip.”

That was like a gut punch. “Here?”

“Yes. Do it.”

The shapely blonde stood up to teeter atop her five-inch stilettos. She hadn’t felt that unsteady in over a decade. Maybe two. The thirty-eight year old beauty looked the much younger woman over, sighed, and then started removing her dress. It came off quickly, leaving her in white bra, thong underwear, and heels. The bra and panties hit the floor quickly, but Ashley commanded her to keep the shoes on.

“Kneel.”

She obeyed without hesitation. Ashley smiled, and then walked over to the desk. She put the riding crop down, and then picked up the collar and a few other things that Annette couldn’t see. Returning, she showed her treasures to the subjugated beauty.

“This is your slave collar, Annette,” she said. “As you can see, it is a beautiful stainless steel that goes with anything. So, note that it is held closed by a screw. You cannot just take it off when you feel like it. In fact, I command you to leave it on at all times. You are not allowed to remove it. Ever. Swear it.”

It was only as wide as Annette’s finger, and as mirror bright as her alter ego’s Silver Angel costume. But it symbolized a loss of everything, including her very self.

Annette’s jaw dropped. “Never?”

“Never. The collar will remain around your throat until we free you,” Ashley said. “Now, swear to me you will never remove it.”

Her answer came out in a breathless, barely discernible whisper. “I swear I will never remove the collar.”

My god, I’m trapped! I’ll never escape them! They are even marking me as their property for all the world to see!

“Give me your throat, slave.”

Wide-eyed, heart hammering, Annette slowly lifted her chin. Ashley beamed with wicked glee as she slowly encircled her new slave’s neck with the cold steel. Then she took a moment to insert and screw down the locking screw. The collar lay cold and snug around Annette’s throat, marking her as property.

Both hands came up to run her fingertips across the smooth steel, and then she hooked a finger through the ring attached to the front, giving it a tug. A ring for a leash.

A vision of Ashley leading her around her own office suite, in front of her shocked staff, filled Annette’s head. Her belly clenched, before getting hot and fluttery. She felt her pussy starting to leak love juices, getting wet and ready, as it tingled. Even her nipples pebbled, which Ashley noticed.

“Mmgh,” Annette groaned when her mistress pinched a nipple. “I can’t wait to pierce these beauties. But in the meantime…”

The busty villainess strode over to the desk and rifled through her purse. Ashley pulled out a pair of black leather wrist cuffs, and a pair of silver nipple clamps. The sight of them made the shapely slavegirl groaned.

“I know!” Ashley cried joyfully. “I’m excited, too.”

First thing, Ashley buckled the cuffs around her slave’s wrists. She pulled Annette’s arms back and locked the cuffs together. While Annette tugged on her now bound wrists, her mistress moved around to her front and cupped a large, heavy tit. She lifted it, gave it a firm squeeze, and then quickly and deftly snapped a nipple clamp on the erect nipple.

“Aaaiiiee! Take it off!” Annette cried. “Please take it off.”

“Hush, slave,” Ashley said, and lifted the other tit. She quickly put a nipple clamp on it. “There. You’re slave pretty now.”

Annette’s back bowed, and her head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to adjust to her new reality. The nipple clamps felt extremely tight. She’d partaken in BDSM sex play in her youth, and even enjoyed some rough nipple play in her day, but she’d never endured any clamps that tight. Hell, as a captured heroine she’d had nipple clamps put on her that didn’t hurt that much. Ashley was just being unnecessarily cruel.

Bending over, Ashley claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss that Annette felt in her very bones. That lipstick kiss reminded Annette of her setback the previous day with Sofia. Was the beautiful Latina also threatened by the Vanderholms? Or were they only interested in subjugating the media mogul to gain control of her news outlets?

Ashley dropped to one knee, kissed her way down to her slave’s tits, and removed one clamp so she could suck on a nipple. At the same time, one hand snaked down between Annette’s thighs, found her aching, throbbing pussy, and started rubbing like crazy. 

The scariest, sexiest sensations spiral up into Annette’s oversexed body. She started out gasping and crying out, body writhing. Soon, it felt so good she began to buck and rock her head back and forth. Everything Ashley did made her body sing.

When Ashley’s talented fingertips started to concentrate on her super-sensitive clit, Annette felt her body change. Hot tingles flowed down into her thighs, and that rush to climax began pushing her closer and closer.

“Please. I can’t take this much longer.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Please, you don’t understand,” Annette gasped out. “I’m so vulnerable right now.”

“Who do you belong to, slave?”

“I.. I… I am…” she gasped out, eyes huge. “I am YOURS!”

Annette’s insides erupted. Her body jerked, while her mind when completely blank. The gorgeous blonde bucked as her spectacular body pulsed with the most erotic pleasure imaginable. Ashley continued rubbing her clit all the way through her orgasm, forcing it to stretch out, to last forever. 

“You are my slave. You will obey without hesitation or question.”

“I am your slave. I obey. I obey.”

“Good girl,” Ashley said, and walked over to a comfy chair. She paused to remove her thong, and then sat with her legs wide. “Crawl to me. Make it pretty. And then start licking boot, slave.”