Journey into Debauchery - Episode 3 (Patreon)

Episode 3 – The Auction

“Ugh. What?” Ms Patriot gasped groggily. Someone forced her to roll onto her back, and then lifted her hips off the ground. She felt her skimpy, thonglike short-shorts pulled down over her well-rounded hips, with the fabric clinging to her sticky wet pussy for a second. “What’re you doing?”

She so wanted to sink back into the comfort of sleep, but that other person pulled her shorts down her long legs, over her thigh boots, and off. That wasn’t right. Only she was allowed to take her costume off, so she struggled to open her eyes.

“Mmmmggggh,” she groaned. “So rude.”

Men laughed, sounding so far away, yet she felt someone buckle leather BDSM cuffs around her wrists, and then around her ankles. A familiar act that set off all of her alarm bells. No good ever came of being cuffed like that.

“Hey, you morons,” she croaked out, eyes fluttering open. 

A hellish scene greeted her eyes. Ms Patriot was far from alone. At least two men tended each and every one of the Grimme City super heroines. And all of the heroines were unconscious, and at least topless. One big black guy had Silver Angel face down, hips elevated, while he thrust into her like a madman. Wide black leather BDSM cuffs encircled Silver Angel’s wrists and ankles, with her arms locked behind her back by them and a hobble chain stretched between her ankles.

“Sweet Justice, no!”

Adonis barked a laugh. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

The big black slaver rolled Ms Patriot’s still limp body onto her belly, pulled her arms back, and locked the cuffs together. Then he grabbed her by the hair, and hauled the tall, statuesque beauty to her stiletto-heeled feet. She teetered a moment, knees feeling rubbery, as she looked around in horror.

Patriot Girl lay next to her, half-awake, eyes rolling around. Conor was pulling her shorts off. He then thrust two fingers into the pigtailed sidekick’s pussy, making the teenager’s back bow as a low groan escaped her full red lips.

“Yeah, she liked that,” Conor said, and the other men laughed. “Heroines are all frustrated whores.”

“I will beat you bloody, miscreant,” Ms Patriot said, voice stronger. She felt strength and vitality returning quickly, even as her mind cleared. “If you know what’s good for you, you will release us all this instant and surrender to the law.”

“Shut her yammering up,” Conor said, shaking his head.

“My pleasure,” Adonis said. He forced Ms Patriot back to her knees, palmed the back of her head, and thrust his ginormous cock into her mouth. Ms Patriot’s eyes widened, but she was still too weak to resist in any way. Worse, instinct kicked in and she started sucking. “On man, I love how heroines always start sucking the moment I fill their hot little mouths with cock meat.”

“Uggggh,” Patriot Girl cried out when Conor mounted her from behind.

Ms Patriot’s baby blues darted around the room. Yes, they were inside now. As her mind cleared, she began remembering what happened. Remembering how the thrill of victory turned so fast, so profoundly. 

While unconscious, the captured super heroines were carried into Sullivan Theater, into a back room. Now they were all bound tightly, stripped to masks, gloves, and boots only. Just enough to show the would-be buyers that they are indeed super heroines. And now, apparently, the slavers wanted to enjoy the fruits of their victory over the heroines with an orgy.

Every single heroine had at least one man fucking her. Shewolf, Silver Girl, Ninja Girl, and Uber Woman were being double-teamed. None of them looked the least bit able to resist.

Ms Patriot groaned in misery, even as she felt her mind beginning to still. Yes, the Curse of the Valkyrie was starting to get hold of her. Adonis’ dick felt right in her mouth, even though it stretched her jaw out painfully. 

“Mmmm.” Slurp. Sllluurrp. “Mmmmggh.”

Then Adonis upped the ante. The six-foot-seven man leaned over her upturned face, forcing her head way back. Ms Patriot realized that gave him a straight line down her throat just half a second before he thrust long and deep.

“Uggggh!”

The hapless heroine stared incredulously up at his strained face. She felt her windpipe stretched out by his massiveness. All air was cutoff, and all she could do was groan and accept him down her throat. Adonis reamed her throat out a moment, before pulling out long enough for her to take a few much needed breaths, and then plunged back in.

That continued for a few minutes, while Ms Patriot sucked and slurped, and her fellow heroines gasped, grunted, and cried out in forced pleasure all around her. Purple Avenger was the first to scream her climax, followed quickly by Patriot Girl, Uber Girl, and Shewolf. Soon, Patriot Girl came again, setting off orgasms in Silver Angel, Uber Woman, and Justice Star. 

Ms Patriot was just starting to get a sweet little tingle and throb down in her pussy when Adonis grunted, and flooded her mouth with copious amounts of cum. She slurped it all down, as commanded, licking her lips afterwards.

Adonis yanked the dazed heroine to her stiletto-heeled feet, and pushed her across the room to two waiting slavers. They caught her with a laugh, hands all over her curves. The big blonde goon pulled her up into a lingering kiss, before burying his face in her tits and motorboating her. She cried out, wiggling and bucking, until he barked a laugh, and shoved her into the other man’s arms. The heavyset guy attacked her big boobs with gusto, pinching, rolling, and biting her sensitive nipples.

Then she was forced to bend over parallel to the floor. The heavyset man thrust into her pussy without any preamble. 

“Uggh! Mercy!”

“Fuck that shit,” he said, and laughed.

While he thrust over and over, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, the big blonde grabbed a fistful of silky black hair, and guided his dick straight into her mouth.

“Mmmgggh!”

They pounded the hell out of the sexy super heroine. As pain turned to pleasure, Ms Patriot’s once beautiful mind turned to mush. Every thrust sent the most amazing waves of pleasure through her shapely, oversexed body. Soon, she began grunting and groaning with every deep thrust. The hapless heroine’s lips, tongue, and mouth worked that cock like a pro, slurping loudly. Her only thoughts were of pleasure and technique. 

The blonde man started to pump in and out faster, his body tensing up. The busty heroine sucked harder, eager to get him off. She felt her insides changing, melting into that rush to climax. 

“Oh yes, suck it all down, Ms Patriot!” he cried, emptying his cock in her mouth. He pulled out and shot another load across her face. His dick was back in her mouth for the third and final shot. “Fucking super slut.”

The other man went crazy behind her, thrusting into her like a madman. Head spinning, cum dribbling down her chin to splatter across her tits, Ms Patriot looked around that dark scene of despair. Conor stood before a kneeling Uber Woman, the heroine’s white mask dangling from his hand. 

“You unmasked her!” she cried, shocked and horrified.

Glancing at Patriot Girl, she spotted her sexy sidekick’s mask laying on the floor three feet away as a slaver reamed out her ass. Looking around, she watched Adonis unmask Purple Avenger, and noticed Shewolf, Uber Girl, and Silver Angel were already lined up kneeling sans masks. And then Conor stepped in front of her.

Hot tears welled up, and rolled down her flush cheeks as he lifted her chin. That vile, horrid man grinned with wicked glee as he reached down and forced two fingers up under her blue mask, all the way through to the eye hole. And he started pulling, peeling her mask away slowly but surely.

“Everyone wants to know who has been hiding behind this mask for years, Ms Patriot,” Conor sneered. Another slaver was recording her defeat and unmasking on his phone. “I’ll be the first to see. I bet you’re even prettier without the mask.”

“Please don’t.”

“I love it when super heroines beg,” he said, and pulled the mask away. “Holy crap, boys! We took out Ms Patriot and Jennifer Jade!”

“Aaaaaiiieee!” she screamed in despair and rage.

“Yes!” the fucker fucking her from behind cried. She felt him filling her womb with hot cum. He pulled out, and shot his last load across her sweet, round butt cheeks. “That was fucking great.”

Conor buckled a wide, black leather collar around her throat, and then attached a leash. He pulled her to her booted feet with it, and then led the unsteady heroine over to the end of the line of super heroines. Ms Patriot knelt beside Shewolf. She was the last of the heroines to be lined up. Justice Star anchored the other end of the line.

The slavers then used wet towels to clean them up. At least a little. They didn’t put much effort into it. One and all of the heroines looked tousled and bedraggled, heads hanging in shame and despair.

“You won’t get away with this,” Ms Patriot snarled. “We will be avenged!”

“By who?” Conor asked. “You? Purple Avenger over there? Uber Girl? Just who is left to avenge you, Ms Patriot?”

She looked down the line of vanquished vigilantes. All eleven of Grimme City’s super heroines knelt before their captors. One and all fucked into submission. One and all about to be led into the next room and auctioned off.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes burning.

“You should be,” Conor said. He laughed. “We let you and Patriot Girl escape, just so you would lead all your heroine friends back into our trap.”

“No! No, I refuse to believe that!”

“Yes. We purposely mentioned the time and location,” he replied. “And you performed to perfection, Ms Patriot. Hell, as usual, you excelled and overachieved by leading every single super heroine in the city into our trap. Thank you, Ms Patriot.”

“Without your help, we’d only have a few heroines to auction off tonight,” Adonis said. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure the entire world knows how stupidly you fell for our trap.”

Eleven slavers stepped up to take hold of their leashes. Adonis took control of Ms Patriot. Their handlers pressed their masks back onto their upturned faces. Next, ring-gags were forced into their mouths, buckled tightly around their heads. 

“No one cares what any of you loser sluts have to say,” Conor taunted. “Slavegirls are best fucked, not heard. Shall we begin?”

The newly subdued heroines meekly rose to their booted feet, turned to the door, and were led through in line. 

The bidders all waited in the auditorium, in the seats. Grimme City’s entire Super Heroine Corps was led out onto the stage amid the clatter of stilettos on hardwood. The crowd quieted down and gawked up at a sight they’d all dreamed of, but never believed would happen.

First thing, Ms Patriot’s eyes locked on the three commercial grade TV cameras. Were they going to broadcast the auction on TV? Or was it going to be a livecast on the Dark Web? She’d heard that most human traffickers liked to auction off captured heroines on the Dark Web to jack up the sales price.

The seating area behind the cameras was darker, so hard to make out faces. Ms Patriot concentrated on the first row, spotting pimps Thor Stormhardt, King Pimp, and JJ Rod. She also spotted pornographers, strip club owners, and sex club owners. The crème del la crème of Grimme City’s sex industry waited to buy captured super heroines. All eager to start debasing and corrupting the city’s brightest lights of liberty and justice.

The vanquished mask vigilantes were paraded back and forth upon the stage, before being forced to kneel in-line along the back curtain. And then the customers were invited to come up and examine the merchandise.

“Oh no,” Shewolf whispered.

At least fifty men and twenty women swarmed the sexy, bound super heroines. Ms Patriot looked around wild-eyed, as countless hands touched, caressed, pinched, and grabbed every inch of her spectacular body. 

“Hello, my soon-to-be pet,” Mistress Tabitha purred, stepping up to the frantic heroine. She moved one matte black thigh boot forward. “Lick it.”

It wasn’t easy speaking through a ring-gag, but it could be done and be understood if she spoke slowly.

“I will not! I’m a super heroine, not a… Hey, what are you doing back there?” Ms Patriot cried when King Pimp dropped to his knees behind her, hands on her hips. He pulled his monster cock out. “No one said you can fuck us! No one said – Uggggh!”

Yeah, Sugar Town’s top pimp didn’t bother to ask, or care for that matter. He thrust his too long, too thick cock into her already much abused pussy. And he managed to stretch her out even more.

“Oooooooh,” she cried. “Not fair. Not right.”

Mistress Tabitha lifted her booted foot up, and placed it atop Ms Patriot’s head. Then she forced the heroine’s head to the floor. Ms Patriot’s eyes rolled up, as she grunted loudly with King Pimp’s every long, deep thrust. The brothel owning dominatrix nudged the heroine’s face with the toe of her boot.

“Lick it, Ms Patriot.”

Baby blues blinked at black boot leather. She felt drool dribbling out and down her chin, but couldn’t swallow with the ring gag holding her mouth open so wide. And then Ms Patriot pushed her tongue through the ring gag and slowly licked Mistress Tabitha’s boot from pointy toe to knee. Looking up, the dominatrix held her eyes a moment, before tapping her boot with a riding crop. 

I’m doomed, she thought. Ms Patriot dropped her eyes, lowered her face, and started licking from toe to heel. We’re all doomed. And it’s all my fault.

The slavers allowed the bidders to “examine” the heroines for over an hour. In that time, seven pimps, pushers, and pornographers fucked Ms Patriot. A few open-hand spanked her butt, and everyone played with her naked tits. Oh what a relief it was when they stopped and returned to their seats.

And then the auction started with Omega Girl. The slavers displayed her costume, and then forced her to strut back and forth on stage, on a leash, like a show dog. After the last hour, all the fight was fucked out of the shapely twenty-year old. 

The bidding was fast, and hard to follow. They were obviously taking bids from online and callers working through agents. Halfway through the bidding, Omega Girl’s handler ripped off her mask. She was forced to give her name, which no one recognized since she wasn’t famous. The bidding slowed after that.

“Sold for twenty-one thousand, eight hundred and fifty dollars,” Conor called. “The Russian buyer wishes to remain anonymous.”

Ms Patriot wondered which Russian billionaire oligarch just bought a broken and tamed American super heroine. She’d heard several oligarchs collected enslaved super heroines. 

Omega Girl was chloroformed right there in front of everyone, and then her limp body carried away over a slaver’s shoulder. Carried away, Conor quipped, to be crated and shipped right away.

“Next up is… Patriot Girl!” Conor said.

Adonis led Ms Patriot’s busty blonde protégé forward. She strutted on command, fear and confusion on her lovely face. The bidding proved brisk, mostly between King Pimp and Mistress Tabitha. So Adonis pulled out his cock, lifted the shapely sidekick up, and impaled her. Patriot Girl reacted profoundly, crying out as she bucked, kicked her long legs, and flung her long blonde pigtails around.

More men joined the bidding.

“Fifty thousand!” Mistress Tabitha cried, bringing the bidding to a stop.

“Oh no. Oh God. Oh GAWD!” Patriot Girl cried, eyes huge. “I’m com… Aaaaaggghh! Aaagggghh!”

“Sixty-five thousand!” King Pimp shouted, standing up with a determined look.

Ms Patriot’s heart sank. Poor Patriot Girl would spend the rest of her youth and beauty within his notorious brothel, up on the Super Heroine floor. And more frightening, Ms Patriot was pretty sure he would buy her as well. A matched set of super heroines to prostitute out for years to come.

“SOLD, to Grimme City’s own King Pimp,” Conor cried. “You can have her as soon as you pay.”

Patriot Girl was chloroformed, making the crowd cheer and laugh. They carried her to the side, laying her limp form out to wait for her new master to claim her after the auction.

Justice Star, Uber Girl, and Silver Girl were auctioned off next, all bringing mid-twenty thousand price tags. All bought by overseas buyers on the Dark Web or phones. Justice Star went to China. Uber Girl was bought by a Mexican drug cartel. And Silver Girl went to an anonymous German buyer. No names were given by Conor. They were put to sleep in front of everyone, and carried away to be shipped.

Ninja Girl and Shewolf were both purchased by some African billionaire, while Silver Angel was sold to a Columbian drug lord. Deepest dread filled Ms Patriot’s soul as her good friend and comrade was chloroformed unconscious to cheers and jeers. Her skin goose-fleshed as Silver Angel’s limp body was carried away forever.

Uber Woman was auctioned off next. She brought the highest price so far, seventy-eight thousand dollars even. All Conor said about the buyer was he was a Grimme City businessman. She was chloroformed and carried away into sexual slavery.

“And that brings us to Purple Avenger,” Conor said, leering back at the African-American heroine. “If you thought it was stunning to discover Silver Angel was media mogul Annette Moore, and Uber Woman was world renowned TV journalist Tammy Thomas, wait until you find out who is hiding behind Purple Avenger’s mask.”

A big Latino picked up Purple Avenger’s leash. She remained kneeling, shaking her head adamantly. He grinned, as did Conor and Adonis up front.

“Who knew someone who goes out dressed in a bikini and thigh boots could be so shy?” Conor laughed. He slapped himself in the forehead. “Duh! That’s why she wears a mask. I figured it out.”

“Bring her bootilicious body over here, Hector,” Adonis said. “We want to play with Miss Purple Slut.”

“No, no, no,” Purple Avenge cried through her ring-gag.

She put up a good fight, but Hector quickly got the busty black heroine on her feet. Purple Avenger leaned back against the leash, shaking her head, and struggling with all her might, as Hector dragged her over to Conor and Adonis. All three surrounded the once feared heroine, hands exploring every inch of her amazing body.

Hector tried to make her strut back and forth like the previous heroines, but Purple Avenger just dropped to her knees and fought him. So Adonis motioned another in their gang up. 

“Spit-roast her, boys,” Adonis commanded.

Hector and Johan dragged the helpless heroine to her stiletto-heeled feet. She was forced to bend over, parallel to the floor, whereupon Johan thrust his dick through the ring gang and deep into her mouth.

“Mmmgggh!” the busty beauty cried, eyes huge. And then Hector grabbed her well-rounded hips, pressed his cock to her sphincter, and… Thrust. “Aaaaaiiieeee!”

They went crazy on her. Hector fucked her like a bronco rider, slapping her jiggling butt cheeks over and over.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee.”

Thwack!

“Aaaiiee!”

Purple Avenger’s oversexed, overheated body responded immediately to that new stimulation. She felt that cock in her butt like nothing before. Every thrust might’ve hurt, but it sent the most incredible ripples of pleasure through her shapely, sweat-shiny body. The mocha-skinned beauty wiggled and bucked, but nothing would dislodge either of the men. Soon, her mind began to still, her struggles turned into sexy writhing, and her body sang.

“Mmmm.” Slurp. Slurp! “Mmmmmm.”

“And that’s how you tame and claim a sexy super heroine,” Conor said. “Works every time.” He grinned at each camera in turn, before looking out over the audience. “Do you want to see who is behind the mask?”

“YES!”

Adonis stepped up to her, and slowly pulled the purple mask off the glazed-eyed super heroine. Purple Avenger didn’t put up any fight. Yeah, she was tamed.

“Assistant District Attorney Angela Grier! The hot, sexy prosecutor that sent so many of you in jail. The hot, sexy slavegirl who will eagerly try to please you in every way imaginable if you are the lucky person to buy her.”

The crowd went wild. Ms Patriot noticed some fierce looks, though. Not everyone wanted her as a slave. The other possibilities set the heroine’s heart to racing wildly.

“Let’s start the bidding at… Fifty thousand.”

Ms Patriot’s jaw dropped when the bidding ran up to over a hundred thousand in just a few minutes. Why was she bringing in higher, more enthusiastic bids? Was it because they were fucking her so kinkily? Or because she fought them so hard, and then succumbed to sex so sweetly? Surely it wasn’t just for the chance to exact their pound of flesh?

“Sold, for one hundred and thirty-eight thousand,” Conor cried. “Lucky girl. Your new mistress loves ponygirls. You’re going to make one very sexy beast of burden.”

As soon as the two slavers ejaculated inside her, Purple Avenger was chloroformed into la la land, thrown over Hector’s shoulder, and carried off stage. Ms Patriot could hear the sound of nail guns in back, sealing the crates of the previously sold super heroines. Was she next?

“And now for the main event. The crème del la crème of super heroines, Ms Patriot,” Conor said. “And I promise a very nice surprise behind her mask, as well!”

Ms Patriot shook her head, cringing when Conor came back to get her himself. He yanked the busty beauty to her booted feet in a flash, but she backed away to stretch the leash out nice and taut. Conor tried to drag her toward the front of the stage, but she dug her stilettos in and managed to catch a crack in the wood to anchor herself. And then she whipped her head back and forth, shiny black hair flying all around, busty body bucking and jostling.

“Check out the passion and spirit in this heroine!” Conor shouted. “I’ve already fucked her. She’s just as wild in bed.”

Conor suddenly released the tension on the leash, causing Ms Patriot to stumble backwards. Then he yanked her forward, making the unbalanced beauty stumble after him to the front of the stage. The hapless heroine looked out across the bidders, seeing so many familiar faces. Faces of men and women she’d beaten down, that she’d arrested and sent to jail. Some of them had suffered multiple beatdowns and arrests. All looked viciously pleased to see her brought low, and eager to see her sold into sexual slavery.

Adonis pressed up beside Ms Patriot, seized a fistful of silky black hair at the back of her head, and forced the vanquished heroine to stand straight, back slightly bowed. She became acutely aware of her nudity as the bidders leered hungrily at her, their eyes raking her spectacular body head to toe, over and over.

Adonis took her leash, and tried to get her walking. Not only would she not walk, much less strut, Ms Patriot refused to move her feet at all. No cooperation at all.

“Do you want us to fuck you raw like we did to Purple Avenger?” Adonis asked.

“No,” she said. “But it’s better than cooperating with you.”

“So be it,” Conor said. He grinned at Adonis. “You and me. Double penetration.”

“Deal, as long as I get her sweet thicc ass.”

“Hey! My rump is not – Oh no! Not anal!” she cried. “You’re too big for anal.”

Conor yanked down on Ms Patriot’s leash, forcing her to bend over at the waist. Adonis seized her hips, and then guided his massive black cock straight to her puckered anus. She started to pinch down, but realized he’d win in the end. So the defeated heroine rolled her eyes, sighed, and relaxed. 

“So shameful,” she whispered, feeling his cock pushing hard against her butt hole. “Ooooh. Please, this is not necessary. You’ve won! I’m defeated and about to be sold. Why humiliate me like this?”

“Bad girls are punished, Ms P,” Conor taunted to howls of laughter from the audience. 

Adonis thrust hard and fast, taking the heroine by surprise. He penetrated, spreading her tight little hole too wide, too fast. The pain was exquisite. Ms Patriot’s back bowed, eyes huge, and she screamed.

“Aaaaiiieeee!”

Conor grabbed her head with both hands, and thrust his dick into her mouth to cut off her scream. Before she knew it, Ms Patriot was spit-roasted between them. Adonis didn’t relent in the least, and hammered her ass until he was fully sheathed, his hips slapping her butt cheeks echoing through the auditorium.

And then Ms Patriot was pulled up and off Conor’s cock, forced to lean back against the huge black man. Conor hooked his arms behind her knees, forcing her legs up and wide. And then he thrust into her exposed and vulnerable pussy.

“Uggggh!”

Ms Patriot felt them thrusting into her body, driving her insane. It hurt so much, yet felt so amazing. Soon, her mind went blank as her body bucked and wiggled, while she kicked her feet wildly in the air.

“Fuck her! Fuck her!” the crowd chanted.

And they did. The two white slavers banged her like men possessed. She rocked her head, crying out with every thrust. They filled her statuesque body with the most incredible sensations, making her pussy sing with achy need.

Another slaver stepped up to the podium to play auctioneer. Ms Patriot heard the fevered bidding, but she couldn’t focus. Those two cocks were more than her simple mind and body could handle. 

Her body changed, and she felt that rush to climax start. Really, it was more of a frantic surge. In a hot flash Ms Patriot’s insides erupted with the granddaddy of all climaxes. She felt it in her bones!

“Aaaaaagghhh! Oh, Goddess, save me!” she cried. And then it overwhelmed her again. “Aaaaaggghhh!”

She felt Conor come deep inside her womb, filling her up with hot seed. He grabbed her chin, forcing the heroine to look him in the eyes.

“How much so far?” Conor asked.

“Two hundred and twenty-nine thousand, boss.”

“That’s a pittance for Ms Fucking Patriot!” Conor cried. “Dig deep, my friends. This young beauty isn’t just the hottest, sexiest, bustiest super heroine alive, she is also billionaire heiress Jennifer Jade!”

Conor ripped Ms Patriot’s mask away, tossing it aside. She cried out in shock, while the breath whooshed out of the bidders. 

And then King Pimp shouted, “Three hundred thousand!”

A dozen voices shouted counter bids, and the race was on again. 

Adonis came deep up her ass, and pulled out. Two more slavers replaced him and Conor, forcing her into a spit-roast again. And slaver after slaver continued to fuck her raw until at long last Conor shouted with joy.

“SOLD! For eight hundred and thirty thousand dollars!” Conor cried. “Come and claimed your slave!”

Ms Patriot was released to collapse onto her knees. Her mind remained blank as she gasped for breath, eyes glazed over. Then the sound of stilettos on stage made her stir. High heels? A woman bought her?

“Congratulations, Ms Patriot,” Mistress Tabitha purred. “You have the great honor of being my personal slavegirl.”

The sexy redhead in black leather and latex circled her once, twice, three times, before pressing her own large boobs into Ms Patriot’s back. Mistress Tabitha’s hot breath tickled the heroine’s right ear.

“I own you now, Jennifer,” Tabitha whispered. “You will obey my every command, or I’ll teach you what true hell is. Understand?”

Ms Patriot heard her words, but not all of them registered. Enough that she got the gist of it, so she gave a single nod. Still panting through her ring-gag. But then Mistress Tabitha unbuckled the hated gag.

What a relief it was coming off. Ms Patriot felt a little better, but then a bright red rubber ball appeared before her face. A ball-gag. Even worse than a ring-gag. Her mistress moved it half an inch from her slightly parted, glossy red lips.

“Open wide, slave,” she whispered. “With this gag, I claim you body and soul.”

Ms Patriot didn’t move, except to close her eyes. Mistress Tabitha pulled the ball-gag up and forced it between the vanquished heroine’s teeth. It was a little on the small side, and secured behind Ms Patriot’s teeth. The wide black leather straps were pulled back and buckled tight.

“Ms Patriot, you are bought and sold. A slave.”