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Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 10

“You love sucking dick so much. So very much,” Madame Vu whispered, finger fucking the slavegirl’s butt hole. “You can never suck enough dick, or get fucked enough.”

Someone had restyled Patriot Girl’s hair from flouncy pigtails to a high pony. Her red-gloved hands were handcuffed behind her back, a single-strap ball-gag hung around her neck. Below the ball-gag was buckled a black leather, silver studded collar.

“Mmm. Mmm,” Patriot Girl moaned, head bobbing up and down Ozzy’s cock. “Mmm. Love dick. Mmm.”

Bliss spread across the six foot seven, stoutly built bouncer’s face. Mistress Tabitha smiled knowingly. Ozzy loved getting BJs more than anything in life. The fact a captured super heroine was sucking his dick made it ten times better.

“You love being a slavegirl,” Lady Spite whispered in her other ear. The blonde dominatrix rubbed Patriot Girl’s clit, trying to push her over the top yet again and keep her in the embrace of the Curse. “You live to obey your beloved mistress. You love to obey and get fucked hard and long, Patriot Slut.”

The brothel owner grinned. She’d renamed her slave to Patriot Slut around noon, and it was true. The now formerly virtuous super heroine was constantly in full blown slut mode. Lost in the Curse of the Valkyrie, she was a slut to be reckoned with, too. A joyous nymphomaniac. Patriot Slut.

The busty sidekick’s sweat-shiny body trembled, her boobs quivering. Soft sounds of feminine pleasure filled the air as she continued bobbing up and down that long, thick dick.

“Mmm. Love. Mmm.” Slurrp. “Mmm.”

Mistress Tabitha stood behind Patriot Slut, watching and listening to her training and brainwashing session. The hapless heroine’s pussy and ass hole opened up and closed, over and over. She’d never met a woman, a body, that begged to be fucked like that. They were just coming up on twenty-four hours, and Patriot Slut was lost in the Curse. Lost due to her malleable Valkyrie brain.

She’s already a dream come true, the brothel owner thought. And soon she’ll be a BDSM wet dream come true. Patriot Slut, Lynda, will be the perfect bondage fuck toy slavegirl.

“I’ve always heard that if you can break a super heroine, she’ll be the best sex slave ever. Super heroines are all naturally born submissives,” Tyrone growled. “Patriot Cunt is proving that theory correct.”

“Spectacularly,” Mistress Tabitha purred. “I’ve never been more pleased.”

The redhead slanted a look to her left. Tyrone was practically vibrating he wanted another shot at Patriot Slut so badly. He wore a black monochromatic suit and tie. His crotch bulged, left hand cupping his junk through the trousers. A smile spread across her lovely face when he gave his junk another squeeze.

“You have permission to fuck her while she sucks off Ozzie,” she purred. “Do it.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Tyrone shrugged off his jacket, and then just unzipped and pulled out his massive erection. Mistress Tabitha felt a little tingle ripple through her shapely, black latex and leather sheathed body. It’d been a while since she last enjoyed the bouncer’s tireless cock. Her mouth watered at the memory of how his crotch smelled and tasted. But Tyrone wasn’t focused on her.

“Damn, she’s so fine. Young and ripe,” he whispered, dropping to his knees behind the blonde sidekick. “I’m gonna tap that fine, round ass… But first.”

Mistress Vu continued pumping her finger in and out of Patriot Slut’s anus. Tyrone rubbed his dick head up and down the vanquished vigilante’s butt crack, from dripping wet pussy to loosen ass hole. Tabitha watched breathlessly, biting her lip, as he swirled his swollen glans all around and into the heroine’s shiny, slick pussy. And finally, he pushed past her labia lips, right up to the blonde’s entrance.

Tyrone grabbed Patriot Slut’s bouncing ponytail, yanked her head back almost off Ozzie’s dick, and then thrust in half his length.

“Ugggh!” Patriot Slut grunted. Ozzie pushed her back down his shaft. “Uggh. Mmm.”

“Spank her,” Mistress Tabitha commanded. “Punish that naughty slavegirl, Tyrone.”

His right hand came down hard on her right butt cheek. Thwack! That sweet, round meat quivered, his hand print in red. Thwack!went the left hand on the other cheek.

“Mmmmmggh,” Patriot Slut moaned. Such a wanton sound as she took Ozzie a little deeper into her hot, wet mouth. “Mmm. Mmm.”

Thwack! Thwack!

Tyrone now held her hip with his left hand, spanking only her right cheek as he pounded that tight pussy. He continued to spank her, making her right butt cheek practically glow red it was so bright. All while he fucked her with his full length, pushing her closer and closer to ultimate delight.

Patriot Slut bucked and writhed, her vocalizations getting louder as she sucked harder, and thrust her butt out to meet Tyrone halfway. Mistress Tabitha watched with smug, satisfied eyes as the nineteen year old sidekick was pushed over the top again.

“Aaaaggh!” Patriot Slut screamed around Ozzie’s cock.

Ozzie shoved down on her head, forcing himself to the back of her throat. Patriot Slut gagged and hacked, looking distressed as she bucked and wiggled. Tyrone laughed, held on tighter, and slammed into her pussy even harder and faster. After a long moment, the sidekick slavegirl’s eyes rolled up, her back bowed, and she climaxed loudly.

“Aaaagggh!”

The big bouncer came down her throat at the same time, turning her scream of pleasure into a gargling sound. Mistress Tabitha laughed, while it excited Tyrone so much he creamed her pussy.

“Lord have mercy,” Tyrone said, a little winded. “Patriot Slut’s pussy it super tight every single time I fuck her. It never wallows out, no matter how many men gangbang it.”

“It’s good to own a Valkyrie,” Mistress Tabitha said. “They can take a gangbang better than most women can take a threesome.”

“Who is your mistress?” Madame Vu demanded.

“Mistress Tabitha,” Patriot Slut gasped out, huffing and puffing. “I am hers. Her slave.”

“How much do you love your mistress?” Lady Spite demanded.

“More than life, Mistress,” the slavegirl whispered, tears welling up. “I love her more than life.”

“Crawl to me, slave,” Mistress Tabitha commanded. “Lick boot.”

Patriot Slut didn’t so much as hesitate. Indeed, excitement spread across her lovely, unmasked face. Tears of love and joy rolled down her flush cheeks as she crawled the short distance with sensuous grace. Patriot Slut moaned and groaned while kissing, licking, and nuzzling her mistress’s stiletto booted feet. Mistress Tabitha’s snatch tingled with hot, wet heat as she watched her newest BDSM slavegirl debase herself.

I’ve broken and tamed a super heroine, she thought. I own Patriot Slut’s very heart now. She is mine, body, soul, and psyche. It doesn’t get any better than this.

The door opened and her personal assistant, Jessy, entered. The gorgeous brunette locked bright green eyes on Patriot Slut, a look of desire spreading across her super model face. Then the PA sighed gustily and grimaced at her boss.

“What?” Mistress Tabitha asked. “It can’t be good from the look on your face.”

“The boys you sent to capture Jennifer Jade had mixed success,” Jessy said.

“I already don’t like it.”

“Yeah. I hate telling you this, but…” Jessy paused, shrugged apologetically. “But, they pulled off the kidnapping without a hitch, according to Milo. Got her blindfolded, handcuffed, stripped naked, and in the van. But, being boys, they were fucking her on the way here. And she bit the driver’s dick, causing a wreck.”

“Why was she… Who was the idiot that thought it a good idea to…” Mistress Tabitha cried, mind in chaos. “Those idiots! Idiots! My God, what a bunch of fucking idiots!”

“Yeah. Well, lots of people rushed in to help, figured out it was a kidnapping or something, and a couple of the boys were tackled and held for the police. The cops rounded up the few that escaped.” She stopped while her boss raged a little more. “And now Milo would like it if we posted bail for them.”

“I bet they would appreciate it,” she snapped. Then, after calming down a little. “Fine. Post their bail.” She looked at Tyrone. “Now Jennifer knows we’re after her.”

“Looks that way,” he said. “She’ll be on guard now. I don’t think we’ll be able to get past her security at Jade Manor, so I’m not sure what to do, except…”

“What?”

“Release the video of us unmasking Patriot Girl,” he said. “And announce that Jennifer Jade is Ms Patriot at the same time. Our Ms Patriot problem will be permanently resolved.”

She shook her head. “No. That’s the feel good answer. The last resort answer. Telling the world that Jennifer is Ms Patriot would just result in her death, or more likely, being snatched up and made some mob boss’s fuck toy. I want her. Ms Patriot will crawl and grovel at my booted feet. She will love and submit to me as beautiful, as profoundly as Patriot Slut. I will own her, this I vow.”