Ms Patriot: Endgame (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Endgame

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 8

“Mr. Vanderholm?” Cindy Crayford said, startled by the white-suited billionaire waddling up to her. “Is Ms Jade expecting you, sir?”

Big Daddy’s eyes dropped from the brunette secretary’s pretty face and looked down into her deep cleavage. Oddly enough, Jennifer tended to surround herself with young, beautiful women at the office. Cindy’s hot pink sweater was just snug enough, without being outright racy.

“No, but she’ll see me. Buzz her,” Big Daddy said.

“Okay,” she said, sounding doubtful. He watched as she picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Ms Jade, sorry to bother you, but Mr. Vanderholm is here and requesting some of your time. Yes, ma’am, Big Daddy Vanderholm. You will? Okay, I’ll show him in.”

Big Daddy smiled as the sexy secretary shook her head. She shrugged and stood up.

“Ms Jade will see you now, sir. Please follow me,” Cindy said.

“Excellent,” he said as his lusty eyes roved up and down her shapely body, decked out in dark skirt and matching stiletto pumps. He really liked her dark hose, too, but not as much as he enjoyed how her shapely rump wiggled when she walked before him. When she opened the door and stepped to the side, he made an effort to have his arm blatantly brush her tits. Her eyes widened, but she held her tongue.

Big Daddy paused just inside Jennifer’s office. It was his first visit. He’d heard it was spectacular, but wow. It was huge even by CEO standards. And multi-tiered, to boot. Jennifer sat behind her desk, at the far end and atop the highest tier. There was a polished oak conference table with luxurious black leather chairs all around it, and the lowest level was a sitting area with couches and comfortable chairs worthy of any home. Even a fireplace.

His breath caught when Jennifer stood up and stepped from behind her desk. She was spectacular in her own way. Her thick black hair was piled atop her head, and she wore those ridiculous glasses. Why didn’t she get contact lenses? Today Jennifer wore a hot pink suit jacket, revealing deep cleavage, and a black mini skirt. Her shapely legs were sheathed in shimmering dark hose, and her feet stuffed into sky high stiletto heels.

His eyes locked on the stainless steel collar around her neck. She’d moved the ring around back, so it looked like a fashion accessory. He smiled thinking about how much she must hate wearing it. Her humiliation was his pleasure.

“Open your jacket,” he said, starting to head for her desk.

“Oh,” she said, slightly cringing. He loved any kind of submissive behavior from her, but cringing most of all. The sexy billionaire businesswoman, his chief rival and second only to him in wealth and power in the entire state, hesitated, gnawed nervously on her lip, and finally sighed in resignation. Then she unbuttoned the two silver buttons on the jacket, and pulled it open. “As ordered, I’m not wearing anything under my jacket until given permission.”

Jennifer’s big, spectacular tits hung naked. He savored that erotic vision, and even appreciated her incredible abs below. The woman was BUILT. Built for speed. Built for pleasure.

“Good girl. Ashley was wrong, you are capable of learning new tricks, new behavior,” Big Daddy said. He waddled past her, reaching out to cup a firm, heavy tit as he passed. Her skin was silky smooth, and surprisingly hot to the touch. Jennifer rewarded him with a tiny jump and soft yelp when he groped her. “Now it’s time to teach you another trick. Lose the jacket and skirt, and then kneel between my knees, Jennifer.”

Big Daddy sat in Jennifer’s comfortable office chair, behind her desk. The position of authority, the place of power. All she could do was gawk for a long moment, then she reluctantly removed her suit jacket and miniskirt. She paused to strike a sexy pose for her hated rival, letting him soak in the sight of her in nothing but lacy garter belt, dark hose, and stiletto pumps. Nothing else but some tasteful silver jewelry. And her collar.

“As ordered, no panties,” Jennifer said, feeling her face burning as she moved up close and sensuously dropped to her knees. She placed her perfectly manicured hands on his fat thighs, and looked up into his leering face. Of course, she noted his eyes were stuck on her heaving chest. “Now what, Big Daddy? How can I help you?”

The bulge in his pants told her what he wanted, but she had to hear it. It wasn’t what she needed, but it didn’t look like what she wanted mattered anymore. Not yet. Soon, she prayed, she would resolve all of her problems via Ms Patriot and her fellow super heroines. But until that happened…

“Eat me, Jennifer.”

“Of course.”

The raven-maned beauty unzipped him, and took hold of his cock, giving it a few firm strokes to start. After two long weeks at Big Daddy’s beck and call, she was becoming an expert at pleasing him. She now carpooled with him almost daily, giving him blowjobs and titty fucks coming and going from work. During the first week of his dark reign, a different business crony of his spent each evening with Jennifer on the town, and the rest of the night in her bed. After that, she’d managed to talk him into giving her every other night free. The weekends were spent at the Vanderholm Estate, in a French Maid costume along with her friends Annette and Sofia, waiting hand and foot on their masters, and spending the nights in their BDSM dungeon.

“Hmmm,” Jennifer groaned, leaning over and rolling her hot, wet tongue all over and around his dickhead. Her free hand squeezed and fondled his ball sack, while she swallowed his member all the way down. “Uuummmmmmm.”

“How did you enjoy your date last night?” Big Daddy said, enjoying the way her silky hair bounced as she bobbed at the perfect rate of speed. She knew how to please him, and she was quite eager to please, too. “I’ll speak to Mr. S later, but wanted to hear it from you first.”

Some of the men she spent time with, she knew, were his co-conspirators. They came to Jade Manor in his limo, always wearing masks. She’d pretty much figured out that Mayor Beckinsale and The Weasel were two of them. The mayor had a distinctive style, not to mention pinky ring, so he was easy to identify. The Weasel was too familiar for her not to figure out, besides he did and said little things she understood were intended to let her know just who he was. The Weasel wanted her to know he was fucking her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Mayor Beckinsale was Mr. B, obviously, and The Weasel was Mr. W. Jennifer had spent the previous night with Mr. S, though. He was an elderly man, probably in his seventies, but still vital where it mattered to her predicament. Viagra helped. Helped him, not her.

“Mr. S got my very best, Big Daddy. I’m sure he left this morning quite pleased with my performance,” Jennifer said meekly.

“Good girl, Jennifer,” he said, and pulled her off his cock. “Mount up. Facing me. You know how I like it.”

Jennifer stood up, straddled his lap, and then pushed her large, firm tits into his eager round face. He groaned as he motorboated those firm puppies, loving how warm and satiny smooth her skin felt. While she grimaced, biting her lip. He was virile enough to already have enough whisker growth to scrape her tender tits painfully. Worse, she kinda liked how much it hurt. And that worried her.

Big Daddy’s pudgy hands went straight to her sweetly rounded butt, caressing and fondling it a few minutes, before they began to explore the rest of her spectacular body. He stroked her thighs, fingered her pussy, and worked his way up to her titanic tits. While he kissed, licked, and sucked on her tits and nipples, his hands squeezed her melons, pinched her nipples, and yanked her waist-length hair. And everything he did sent sexy sensations spiraling deep into her hot, fluttery belly. He’d pushed her halfway to Nirvana by the time he pushed down on her shoulders.

The busty beauty reached down to guide his erection straight into her aching, throbbing pussy. An incredulous expression spread across her face as he penetrated, her glossy red lips in a perfect “O” as she groaned wantonly.

“I swear, Miss Jenny, no one enjoys getting fucked more than you,” Big Daddy said, staring straight into her face. “You aren’t even trying to hide the fact.”

Jennifer started bouncing up and down on his cock. Her lord and master took the opportunity to bury his face in her tits again, smothering them with kisses and licks. Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance, as she squeezed her pussy around his shaft in a desperate attempt to climax him first.

I must not come, Jennifer thought. I can’t allow him to brainwash me. Remold me. Must. Be. Strong.

“Say, ‘You are my master.’ Say it over and over until I allow you to stop.”

“Please, Big Daddy, I… I can’t. You don’t understand,” she pleaded.

“Oh, I understand,” he said, leering at her. “You are my slave girl now, Miss Jenny, body and soul. Start saying it now.”

Baby blues huge, Jennifer stared into Big Daddy’s determined eyes, while bouncing on his mind-scrambling cock. She felt her emotional defenses melting away, leaving her mind and psyche open and vulnerable.

“You are my master,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

“You are my master,” Jennifer said firmly. “You are my master.”

The poor girl repeated that dangerous phrase over and over, while she fucked Big Daddy. He wouldn’t allow her to look away, so it felt like those terrible words hammered her psyche twice as hard, relentlessly. Battering her down. And then she felt it. That rush to climax.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed when the granddaddy of climaxes slammed into her. Her body pulsed with euphoria. “You are my master!”