Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade

Chapter 12

Sugar Town, House of Joy…

The crack of a riding crop applied to soft feminine flesh pulled Mistress Tabitha’s eyes to the right. Chelsea’s back was bowed, a look of glorious agony on the BDSM slavegirl’s face. Madame Vu lifted the riding crop again, and brought it down across Chelsea’s large, pillowy boobs.

The redheaded slavegirl cried out in ecstasy, before begging for mercy. Madame Vu wasn’t known for her mercy. Super rich Walter Freedman sat just two feet away, stroking his cock, as he watched the house dominatrix discipline his chosen girl. She smiled. That short, chubby multimillionaire didn’t usually have sex with the girls, but paid to watch beautiful women use and abuse pretty little things.

A low groan of pleasure pulled her attention across the room. Vanessa pole danced before ten enraptured men. The former house dominatrix, who challenged her authority, was now a full-time slavegirl. A superbly trained submissive who’s only desire was to serve and please in any way necessary. The gorgeous blue-eyed brunette danced in nothing but pink stiletto thigh boots and matching collar. Nothing else but jewelry. At the moment had her audience enthralled by literally fucking the stripper pole.

She has turned into such a raging, insatiable slut since I slapped her arrogant ass down and permanently subjugated her.

Vanessa’s had lolled around as she held onto the pole, one leg wrapped around it, and vigorously rubbed her pussy up and down it, grinding against her clit. Pushing herself closer and closer to that happy ending. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted the slavegirl to do, but it seemed to be working for the patrons, so…

The clatter of stilettos drew her eyes away. A much wider, wickeder smile spread across the dominatrix’s lovely face. Her personal favorite slavegirl. The girl who made her career at breaking and training was being led back out into the main parlor. Wyatt Rose wasn’t rich or powerful. He was a barely successful street pusher, but he had beef with one Patriot Girl, now going by Patriot Slut.

He was returning the ball-gagged slavegirl after their paid for tryst. Patriot Slut remained blindfolded, wrists handcuffed behind her back, and a hobble chain restricting her legs. She still wore her mask under the blindfold, but her bikini costume hung loosely off her body, not really covering anything. It was just there, like her boots and opera gloves, to remind the patrons that she was a captured and enslaved super heroine. The mask had to remain until after Ms Patriot’s capture, since the brothel owner still had dreams of putting that super bitch under her thumb.

Tabitha shook her head. She’d had Patriot Slut for two weeks and a day. Ms Patriot had come into the House of Joy once, when they weren’t ready for her. She tore the place up, went upstairs to check all the rooms, and departed empty-handed. That memory made the redhead smirk. The fool of a heroine had almost found her lost sidekick, but failed to discover the hidden door into her cell.

Mistress Tabitha stood up and struck a sexy pose in front of her throne. All eyes turned to her, lust in the faces of both men and women alike. Her thick red hair hung down in loose curls to the small of her back, large tits hanging free over her black leather underboob corset. The corset had bright red piping and laces up the front and back, squeezing her already tiny waist even smaller. Garters dropped down to hold up black silk hose, legs stuffed into stiletto-heeled black thigh boots. The tiniest of black leather thongs barely covered her snatch. A silver studded black collar, black fingerless opera gloves, and a red and black riding crop finished her outfit.

Oh yeah, she had a price. Mistress Tabitha was the most expensive dominatrix in the city. Only the richest men and women could afford her painful humiliations. Still, she liked to put on shows with her slavegirls for the parlor’s patrons.

“Bring Patriot Slut to me, my friend,” she purred. “Momma wants to hear her babygirl scream.”

The room buzzed with excitement. Patriot Slut looked so awkwardly helpless and vulnerable, tugging at her handcuffs and head cocked to hear better. Wyatt led her across the parlor while most of the men and women watched with excited eyes.

Patriot Slut wore a single-strap ball-gag, ropes of drool hanging off her chin. Mistress Tabitha deftly popped the ball-gag out of her gasping mouth and kissed her glossy red lips. She paused, leaned over and sniffed the blonde slavegirl’s mouth.

“Your breath smells like cum.”

Soft laughter filled the parlor. Feeling mischievous, the redheaded dominatrix reached down between Patriot Slut’s legs and pulled her folds open with one hand. A glob of cum splatted on the floor between her stiletto booted feet. Mistress Tabitha noticed more cum slowly sliding down her inner thighs.

A well-fucked little cunt, indeed. That made her tingle inside and out. This girl has been fucked long and hard for two weeks.

A lot of the men and women that had been beaten, harassed, even arrested by Patriot Girl and her mentor had come to enjoy her body. They had come to fuck their pound of flesh out of her. Some had come back for more. That made Patriot Slut her most popular girl, as well as the most profitable slave in the house.

Wicked glee spread across the dominatrix’s face when she remembered Patriot Slut’s first three nights on the job. Poor thing’s stomach got so full of cum that she puked three or four times a night. If only those nights could last forever.

“You got cum on my floor, you nasty, leaky little slave whore,” Mistress Tabitha sneered, gathering up her soft blonde hair in one hand. “Kneel.”

Holding Patriot Slut’s hair, she forced the slavegirl to her knees. Then Mistress Tabitha pushed the ex-heroine’s face down to the glob of cum, forcing her mouth into it.

“Lick it up, slave. Lick my floor clean.” When Patriot Girl groaned, but started licking and swallowing the cum, Mistress Tabitha looked all around with a grin. “Sorry, but this is a safety issue. You know. I’m just cleaning up a slip hazard.”

Everyone laughed.

“Mmmgh.” Slurp. “Humgh.”

“Good girl,” Mistress Tabitha purred. “Eat cum like the heroic slut you have proven yourself to be.”

Once Patriot Slut had cleaned up her mess, Mistress Tabitha used the leash to pulled her back up onto her feet. Then she led the vanquished masked vigilante around the parlor for the next hour, visiting with one time patrons, but mostly with long time members of the club. Patriot Slut spend most of that time sucking their cocks or eating pussy. She was a very busy, eager to please slavegirl.

Mistress Tabitha finished her circuit of the large parlor, so returned to her raised throne against the back wall. Patriot Slut knelt beside her so she could idly stroke her soft hair like a good little pet girl. All was good in the world. And then Tyrone pressed up to her right, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Security cameras have spotted four super heroines lurking outside. Two in the front, two in the back,” he said.

“Which heroines?”

“Purple Avenger, Silver Angel, Uber Woman, and… Ms Patriot.”

A strong surge of hot tingles flowed through the thirty year old redhead. She bit her lip, heart starting to race. Was it time? Were all her evil plans coming together?

“Perfect,” she whispered. “Send out the alert. Our trap is set, now let’s be ready to receive them.”