Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 8

“Uh.”

Thwack!

“Uh.”

Thwack!

“Mmmmmmmgh.”

Thwack!

Patriot Girl heard stilettos approaching on the hard tile. It was dark in her room, a dim sliver of light sliced through the room from the ajar door. She lifted her head, blinking away the tears.

Thwack!

“Uh. Oooooh,” she groaned, her libido starting to rise again. Why does such pain get me off?

Thwack!

“Uh. Uggh. Oooooh,” she cried, back bowing as her insides erupted. “Mmmmmmgh.”

Her seminal fluids dribbled down her inner thighs, out from around the vibrator strapped to her thigh and pressed against her clit. The spanking machine continued administering her punishment, unmercifully, uncaring. Just a machine. The vibrator’s battery was starting to die, so not as intense as earlier. Still.

“Aaaagggh,” she cried around her ball-gag as another climax claimed her. “Uuuuuuh.”

She made the mistake of wiggling, which caused her tortured tits to bounce and jostle. Pain pierced up into her body from the weighted nipple clamps.

“Mmmmgh.”

The door swung open, the lights came on and stabbed at her eyes. Mistress Tabitha strode in with a sassy strut, stilettos clattering. She was accompanied by two other House of Joy dominatrixes, Lady Spite and Madame Vu. Both dominatrixes had used and abused the sidekick the previous night. Blonde and beautiful, Lady Spite had proven she deserved her name. Madame Vu was a Vietnamese beauty in all black latex and leather, who probably rubbed out more climaxes off Patriot Girl than any other woman that night.

“Turn it off,” Mistress Tabitha commanded, lifting Patriot Girl’s chin and smiling down with supreme satisfaction. Madame Vu removed the ball-gag first. “Tell me, my pet, who is your mistress?”

Patriot Girl looked her mistress over. Tabitha had changed BDSM outfits overnight. Now she wore a bright red latex catsuit, with long sleeves, and unzipped down to the matching red leather clincher around her narrow waist. Red collar, gloves, and ankle boots finished her outfit.

That’s when she spotted Tyrone to her mistress’ left rear, aiming a video camera at her. A professional camera like TV reporters had on location. Or porn producers used.

“You are my mistress,” she gasped out. “Mistress Tabitha.”

“Who do you love?”

All the tingles rippled through the beautiful teen. Her chest and throat tightened, tears welling up.

“I love you, Mistress.”

The dominatrix’s eyes hardened. “Who do you hate and despise?”

All feelings of love and adoration vanished in a heartbeat. The gorgeous blonde’s blood ran cold. One name, hateful and despicable, echoed in her head.

“Ms Patriot, Mistress,” she said, eyes narrowing. “I hate her so much. I despise Ms Patriot.”

“Good girl,” she purred. “Release her.”

Lady Spite and Madame Vu worked quickly, their hands deftly freeing her from the familiar equipment. Patriot Girl soon found herself kneeling before Mistress Tabitha, Tyrone zooming in on her. She looked up at her mistress with beseeching eyes, only wanting to please. Her only desire to make her mistress happy, pleased with her.

Mistress Tabitha reached down and traced the vanquished sidekick’s mask with one finger. The blonde teen licked her lips, heart racing, knowing what was about to happen. Unmasking would be the final straw, the nail that sealed her doom. And it no longer frightened her. She wanted her mistress to know everything about her, to love and cherish her as much as she loved her mistress.

“Another super heroine broken, tamed, and now about to be forever claimed by me,” Mistress Tabitha purred.

Patriot Girl didn’t respond. She could tell that comment was for the camera. They could very well be live on a webcast. Everyone might be about to discover her secret identity. Her pussy started to leak, throbbing with achy need.

“Should I put her in her full costume before unmasking her?” her mistress asked.

“I don’t think it necessary,” Lady Spite said. “Everyone knows what she looks like. The mask, gloves, and boots should be enough to confirm her identity as Patriot Girl.”

“I agree,” Madame Vu said. “Unmask her. We can always dress her up and unmask her again if you don’t think the video has enough impact.”

“True, and I so want to know who’s been hiding behind this mask for the last year.”

Patriot Girl knelt before her mistress, before the woman who owned her body and soul, and trembled. Without prompting, she crossed her wrists behind her back, slanted her face up, and bit her lip. Tears rolled down her flush cheeks as Mistress Tabitha reached down and dug her fingertips under the sidekick’s mask. And then the dominatrix started to pull.

The blonde teen felt the adhesive start separating from her sweaty face. “Oh. Mmm.”

Mistress Tabitha’s eyes widened, as Patriot Girl glanced into the camera. And then the mask was off. Everyone fell silent, staring intently at her stripped face.

“You look familiar,” Mistress Tabitha said.

“She does,” Madame Vu said. “But I can’t put my finger on it.”

“What is your name, Patriot Girl? Your real name.”

“I am Lynda Lynns.”

“Oh!” Lady Spite cried. “Lynda Lynns is Jennifer Jade’s… I don’t know. Friend? Girlfriend? They go everywhere together.”

Mistress Tabitha’s eyes widened, looking eager and hopeful. “Tell me the truth, Lynda. Is Jennifer Jade Ms Patriot? Or are you just her young piece of pussy? Her lesbian sidepiece?”

Lynda licked dry lips. Every fiber of her existence screamed “NO!” But she nodded anyway.

“Jennifer and I are not lovers, Mistress. I mean, we have had sex, but bad men forced us to do it,” she said. She looked her mistress dead in the eye. “Jennifer is Ms Patriot, Mistress.”

“YES!” Mistress Tabitha cried. “Finally, I have Ms Patriot exactly where I want her!”

The others cried out in joy, too. Lynda smiled, loving how happy her mistress was with her. Making her beloved mistress happy was everything. It was her only desire and joy.

“Tyrone, call your team in,” Mistress Tabitha said. “We’re going to snatch up Jennifer. I want her today.”