Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 13) (Patreon)

Chapter 13

Sugar Town, House of Joy, Saturday night…

Ms Patriot looked down at the House of Joy’s front entrance. Uber Woman stood beside her. Purple Avenger and Silver Angel waited to attack through the back door. All she could think about was her poor, abused protégé. Patriot Girl, Lynda, was the sweetest thing. All she wanted to do was make the world a safer, better place for everyone. She did not deserve the fate Mistress Tabitha forced upon her.

“To avenge and rescue Patriot Girl,” Ms Patriot muttered, red gloved hands curling into tight fists. “Let’s do it.”

Uber Woman nodded, and sent the signal to the other two heroines via a phone message. And with that, Ms Patriot leapt off the three story structure. She plummeted straight down to the sidewalk, slamming into the concrete and forced into a three-point stance by the force. But she was super strong, so shook that powerful impact off like it was nothing. 

The street people jumped and cried out in alarm. “Mask! Mask! Mask!”

She took off running straight at the men spreading out to guard the front door. They all dropped into fighting stances, ready to receive her best shot. And then Uber Woman flew down and smashed into their flank. Just bowled one and all over into a writhing pile of humanity.

Ms Patriot barked a laugh, and leapt up to kick open the BDSM sex club’s doors. Both doors crashed open, allowing her to rush inside. She cut a right in the fancy foyer, racing into the main parlor. Mistress Tabitha sat on her throne in back, looking so wicked in all black latex and leather. The clubs bouncers, in all black, stood in line between her and the club owner. Six large, vicious men in all. Patriot Girl was no where to be seen.

I’ll not be fooled again, she thought. I won’t leave this terrible place without my protégé.

“Tabitha! I’ve come for Patriot Girl,” she shouted. “And I’ve come to take my pound of flesh out of your ass. Tonight, you will suffer the consequences of your evil actions.”

“Oooo, so you are saying I’ll be rewarded?”

Uber Woman rushed inside to stand before Ms Patriot. They could hear Silver Angel and Purple Avenger tearing the place up in back.

“Getting your just rewards is not necessarily a good thing, bitch.”

“Not necessarily bad, either,” she said, locking eyes with Ms Patriot. “You will grovel and beg at my feet, Ms Patriot.”

“You are delusional. Where is Patriot Girl? I demand you hand her over right this instant.”

“Aww, so sorry. Not,” Mistress Tabitha said, sensually rising to her feet. “Patriot Girl died. Long live the sex slave Patriot Slut.”

Ms Patriot cried out.

“Believe me, your former protégé is much happier as a sex slave,” the evil villainess purred. “She’s found her true calling as a BDSM submissive. As will you and your super friends.”

As if on cue, Purple Avenger came crashing through the door to the kitchen and back offices. She was grappling with two black-clad bouncers, both men bloody and weakened. That spurred the six men squared off on Ms Patriot and Uber Woman into the attack. The two heroines charged them half a heartbeat later.

Uber Woman flew up in a loop, to come smashing into the backs of the charging bouncers, taking out two. Ms Patriot juked right, cut left and took out two more with fists and feet. And then Silver Angel hit the remaining two from behind. At the same time, Purple Avenger threw one of the two men she was fighting across the room. Ms Patriot caught him, just reached out and seized him as he flew by, and used his momentum to spin around and around building up power. She released him to crash into the kinky patrons huddled in the corner.

Street people started coming in from the back. Odd, that. But Mistress Tabitha shifted into a much more arrogant pose. Ms Patriot’s rage ignited.

“Maybe you will think twice before visiting a place of such ill-repute in the future,” she sneered. The busty heroine turned on Mistress Tabitha. “This is your last chance. Give me Patriot Girl, or I will beat her location out of you.”

“Oh baby, beat me, bite me, kick my little ass all night long,” Tabitha purred. “Just don’t ignore me.”

“You are so depraved.”

“You have no idea, Ms Patriot,” she said with an evil eye wag. “But you’re about to find out.”

“Give me your best shot, Mistress…” 

Ms Patriot’s words faded away as countless men surged into the parlor from front and back. Street people. Homeless men. Drug pushers. Pimps. Hookers. Even some johns. She noticed a few shop owners as well. Why were they getting involved?

“You heroine bitches famously brag you are as strong as ten men,” Mistress Tabitha shouted. “So I’m going to hit you with a hundred each!”

“What the…?” Purple Avenger gasped. “HEY! Stay away from…”

“Get out!” Uber Woman cried. “Too many to fight. We have… NO!”

And then that tidal wave of humanity slammed into Ms Patriot. The hapless heroine frantically kicked, punched, and twisted out of nonstop attempts to seize her arms, hair, body. Then someone got hold of her corset right between her boob, and ripped it off her body.

“Hey!  Give that back!” she cried, crossing her arms before her tits. 

“Let go of me,” Silver Angel screamed. “I will beat you all bloody!”

Club bouncers seized Ms Patriot’s arms. Then someone yanked off her power belt.

“Nooo!”

Super strength quickly faded away. Then she spotted Uber Woman across the parlor, held up by multiple men with another pressing a white cloth over her mouth and nose. The platinum blonde heroine’s eyes were already rolled up. She put up no fight at all as men ripped her bikini costume off her amazing body. 

Uber Woman was then dragged toward the front entrance. Ms Patriot tried to cry out for them to stop, but her captors jerked her around to face the throne. Mistress Tabitha still stood up there, but now Patriot Girl knelt beside her. 

“Bring Ms Patriot to me,” Mistress Tabitha commanded. “Bring all of the heroines to me, my friends.”

Ms Patriot put all she had into trying to break free. She yanked her right arm, throat punched the man holding her left. Someone wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her off the floor and stealing all of her leverage. Now her punches and kicks had limited power behind them. 

The bouncers quickly reestablished control of her, seizing her arms with tighter grips. They manhandled the struggling heroine toward the dominatrix. She spotted Silver Angel, completely limp, unconscious, being carried out the back door. Then as she was dragged before Mistress Tabitha, right there at the base of her dais, Ms Patriot saw a still struggling, bound Purple Avenger being dragged out behind Silver Angel. Looking around, she couldn’t find Uber Woman.

All gone, she thought. Captured and dragged away to their fates.

Speaking of capture and facing fate… Ms Patriot writhed, bucked, and almost broke free again. But she stopped fighting when silence fell upon the room. She looked up at Mistress Tabitha, looking so beautiful and victorious. So damned happy. Patriot Girl knelt beside the dominatrix, clutching a thigh-booted leg, looking up at her mistress with love and adoration.

I will not, she thought. I cannot let Tabitha break me like that.

“Kneel, my slave,” Mistress Tabitha sneered, eye full of wicked glee.

“I will not,” Ms Patriot snarled, baby blues flashing fury. “I will never submit! I am a super heroine. I am Ms Patriot!”

The men holding her quickly wrestled her arms back, whereupon another locked handcuffs around her wrists. She was allowed to struggle against them a moment, before Mistress Tabitha regained everyone’s attention again by clearing her throat. She pointed at the floor.

“Boys.”

Someone kicked the back of the shapely heroine’s knees. She went down. Depowered, she no longer had the physical strength to defy them. The raven-maned heroine trembled with suppressed rage and shame. She dropped her eyes, unable to see the glee in the redhead’s face. Heart thundering in her ears, she struggled to gather the wits to figure a way out of her dire circumstances. There had to be a way. In her seven years as a super heroine, Ms Patriot had always found a way to escape her captors.

The clack of heels pulled the heroine’s baby blues up. Mistress Tabitha slowly approached her, Patriot Girl obediently following. She noticed the leash in the dominatrix’s black latex gloved hand. The heroine trembled, so wanting to explode on that evil woman. But she was depowered, two strong men holding her place between them.

Cutting her eyes left and right, she looked for another heroine. They’d come back for her when they escaped. She hoped. Truth was her friends might be to exhausted and battered to come to her rescue right away. If they escaped capture.

“Aren’t you the prettiest sight imaginable,” Mistress Tabitha purred. She looked around the parlor and frowned. “Unfortunately, my street friends didn’t follow script and took the other heroines away. Can’t trust mobs, but rest assured, my pretty, I will do my damnedest to acquire them after their captors have their fun.”

Mistress Tabitha regained her full attention, heart hammering when she leaned over and reached for her face. At first, Ms Patriot thought she’d be unmasked. Instead, the redhead cupped the heroine’s chin, lifting her face to admire it.

“So damned beautiful, even masked,” she purred. Mistress Tabitha winked. “I know who you are hiding behind that mask, but I’ll confirm it in private when I unmask you. But right now…”

She pulled Ms Patriot’s glossy red lip down, lust spreading across her lovely face. Ms Patriot’s eyes widened when the redhead leaned down and kissed her. 

“Good times a-coming, baby,” she sneered in the softest voice. “But first…”

She reached a hand back. Patriot Girl unbuckled the collar around her throat and placed it in Mistress Tabitha’s hand. Ms Patriot swallowed hard, shaking her head.

“I am a respected super heroine, not your bondage plaything. I expect to be treated according to my station.”

“Your station? What is this, Regency England?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do, which makes this so much sweeter,” she purred, and slowly wrapped the warm leather collar around the vanquished heroine’s slender neck. She snugged it tight, buckled it, and gave the leash a playful tug. 

“This is not Regency England, my pet, but the Marquis de Sade’s palace,” Mistress Tabitha said louder, to everyone. “Ms Patriot is my slavegirl. I own her body and soul. And you know I always share with my friends.”

Ms Patriot cried out when the redhead proved stronger than she looked, and pulled the heroine straight up with the leash. Then she turned on a heel.

“Heel, slave,” Mistress Tabitha commanded, and struck out with purpose.

“You will regret doing this,” Ms Patriot cried, forced to follow. “You will all pay!”