Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 14) (Patreon)

Chapter 14

Ms Patriot leaned back against the leash. She shook her head, but to no avail. Worse, Mistress Tabitha enjoyed the struggle. She enjoyed her power over the sexy super heroine. Then the masked vigilante realized all she was doing was shaking her tits and hair, all but dancing naked, and thus getting the others in the room excited.

Baby blues scanned the parlor. The street people were all gone, and presumably molesting the three heroines that they’d carried away. She paused, guilt consuming her. Did she lead her friends into a trap? Did she condemn them to a life of defilement and debauchery by her actions?

“You won’t get away with this,” she cried. “I swear. Justice will prevail in the end.”

Her captor stopped, allowing the heroine to stand straight and glare at her defiantly. The kinky bitch was unfazed, instead looking Ms Patriot’s spectacular body over speculatively. A cold, mercenary glint filled her sapphire blue eyes.

“Maybe,” Mistress Tabitha said. “But tonight is the end of Ms Patriot. Hard stop. Don’t go past Go.”

She gave the lead a sudden, fierce yank. Ms Patriot stumbled forward, and her mistress took advantage of her loss of balance. The redheaded dominatrix paraded the half-stumbling heroine around the parlor three times before stopping before an elderly man in nothing but black leather straps and matching banana hammock. 

“W-Walter Freedman?” Ms Patriot stammered, eyes huge. “But you are a pillar of society.”

“Some times pillars get dirty,” Mistress Tabitha purred, caressing Walter’s face. “And sometimes the pillar likes it. A lot.”

Walter laughed. “That is true.”

His eyes then devoured Ms Patriot’s naked tits and snatch. 

“Would you like to make out with Ms Patriot?” Mistress Tabitha asked. “Or would you prefer to watch another of the House girls make out with her?”

“I think this time, I want to participate,” he said. “She’s too special, too gorgeous to pass up.”

Milo and Punch seized the heroine’s arms, holding her in placed so that Walter could press up against her nakedness, right in her face. His old, liver-spotted hands explored her lush body in intimate detail, leaving no nook or cranny untouched. Ms Patriot averted her eyes, while she squirmed and wiggled to no avail. Walter touched, caressed, fondled, and pinched her all over. His hands and face eventually converged on tits.

“Aaiiee. Oooh,” Ms Patriot cried, eyes incredulous. “My breasts are sensitive! Don’t touch them like that.”

He touched them like that. Walter tormented her nipples with twists, pulls, and hard pinches. He quickly had her pretty pink buds rock hard and erect.

“Damn, she could take an eye out with one of those,” he laughed, before sucking on a nipple.

Everything he did sent jolts of pleasure and pain through the heroine’s body, mind, and psyche. She gasped, cried out, and even begged him to stop. Her distress energized that kinky old man, spurring him to greater efforts. Soon, her lower belly filled with hot, tingly butterflies. Then the butterflies melted into an even hotter quivering jelly.

“Goddess help me,” she gasped out, feeling her twat leaking out of control. Her pussy a hot, slick mess. And then it started to throb with need. “Please. I beg you, Walter. Stop before…”

“Before what?” he demanded.

“Nothing,” she squeaked out. “Mmmmm.”

“She is so fucking horny right now it is shameful,” Mistress Tabitha said, thrusting a black latex gloved hand between the heroine’s thighs. She tugged Ms Patriot’s pussy open, spread her sex wide, and scooped out copious pre-cum. She held up her dripping fingers. “Yes. Walter, you’ve made Ms Patriot sopping wet.”

“No!” Ms Patriot cried, face bright red. “It’s… It’s just… Oooooh. Please stop before it’s too late.”

“It’s already too late for a foolish super heroine who thought herself invincible,” Mistress Tabitha said. “Kiss him, Ms Patriot. Kiss him like a slave kisses her master.”

“No. Please don’t make me do that.”

Mistress Tabitha smiled as a thrill rippled up her spine. That plea was as much an admission of submission as the heroine’s body language. Ms Patriot knew in her heart she was lost, and that soon she’d be very obediently serving them all as a slavegirl. Just hadn’t completely accepted her fate, but was firmly on that path. 

“Walter, look at her glossy red lips,” she purred. “Do you want a taste?”

He stared a long moment. Ms Patriot’s baby blues widened, both seeing his desire and feeling his cock swelling against her thigh. She swallowed the lump in her throat, a tiny whimper bubbling out.

“Please, Walter, I’m a super heroine.”

“I know. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I met you, back when you were a brand spanking new sidekick.” His eyes glazed over. “Oh, yes. When you were still Patriette… Wow.”

Ms Patriot’s jaw dropped. He was fantasizing about her way back when she was a barely eighteen sidekick? He was an old man when she met him back then. So… Eww. And then his hands tightened around her large, firm tits, reminding her that she was his for the asking.

“Wal…”

“Shhh,” he said, and claimed her lips.

Not a chaste peck, either. Walter sank into her lips. He opened her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside. Ms Patriot froze, mind unable to comprehend how everything went south. Mind blank, her eyes fluttered shut and she returned the kiss.

“Mmm,” she moaned. 

That kiss lasted forever, leaving the hapless heroine reeling. She teetered atop her tall stilettos, knees wobbly, and sex throbbing. She understood that those evil, kinky people had manipulated her body and emotions, forcing her libido to ignite against her will. She looked all around with big, sad eyes when Walter released her lips to kiss his way down to her tits. While he motorboated her, Mistress Tabitha claimed her lips in a sensuous lipstick kiss that completely discombobulated the once proud heroine.

Something came over that old man. A low growl rose up from deep. He seized her tightly, jerked her around, and shoved the raven-maned heroine against the wall. Walter forced her legs apart, dragging one up to wrap around him. Then she looked down to watch him free his cock from the banana hammock.

“Ugggh!” she grunted when he penetrated. “Oh Goddess.”

That old man pounded into her like crazy. Who knew such an old guy had that within him? Ms Patriot’s head lolled around, eyes disbelieving as he thrust deeper and deeper. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her overheated body.

Tiny, pathetic sounds of pleasure and distress bubbled out of the shapely super heroine. She struggled against her wrist restraints, wiggled, and writhed. Nothing she did deterred Walter’s animal lust. His hands mauled her tits, while he sucked on her neck and shoulders, and that cock relentlessly reamed her pussy out. And then…

“Aaaagggh,” she cried, her insides suddenly erupting. 

“Walter, you animal!” Mistress Tabitha cried. She laughed. “Wait, my friend. I have an idea to make it even better for you.”

He slowed in his thrusts, slanting a curious look back at the dominatrix.

“Trust me,” she said. “Pull out and we’ll reposition to make it better. Patriot Slut, attend me and obey.”

Patriot Girl hurried up, purposely making her naked boobs and hair bounce enticingly. “Yes, Mistress?”

Mistress Tabitha cajoled Walter into pulling out before he finished inside the heroine. Ms Patriot just leaned against the wall, eyes hooded, huffing and puffing. She was still lost in the throes of orgasmic bliss. She watched her mistress get Walter seated on the black leather couch. Then she was led over, turned away from him, and forced to sit on his lap. Only, Mistress Tabitha guided his erection straight to her butt hole.

“Aaaiieee!” she cried, surprised by that unexpected penetration. “Oooooooh.”

“Sodomize her, Walter, and watch!”

The old man got Ms Patriot bouncing up and down his cock. She slowly but surely took more and more of his length inside her, as her sphincter slowly loosened up. And then Patriot Girl knelt between her mentor’s wide-spread legs. Ms Patriot’s stared in shock as that beautiful nineteen year old blonde never hesitated. Patriot Girl went down on her.

“Ooh, Tabitha, this is so wrong,” Ms Patriot groaned out. “I am her MENTOR!”

“Mmmmgh,” Patriot Girl responded, hungrily lapping up the heroines love juices.

“Walter, watch this,” Mistress Tabitha purred, eyes alight with wicked glee. “Patriot Slut, I command you to… Fist fuck Ms Patriot.”

“What? Nonono!” Ms Patriot cried. “I can’t take that!”

“I know. Do it, Patriot Slut.”

The beautiful, busty blonde never hesitated. She thrust two fingers up into her mentor’s pussy. She finger fucked her a moment like that, before adding a third finger. The helpless heroine’s eyes widened when Patriot Girl thrust four fingers up into her now not so tight pussy. 

Ms Patriot’s breath caught when Patriot Girl tucked her thumb in, and…

“Aaaaagggh! Oooooooh.”

Patriot Girl’s delicate little hand felt like a telephone pole as she forced it all the way inside the vanquished beauty’s vagina. Wrist deep on the first thrust. Ms Patriot completely forgot about Walter’s cock up  her ass. That fist was… Beyond. Just beyond.

“Oooooooh, please. Mercy,” she begged. “I’ll do anything, Mistress Tabitha. Anything. Just make her stop.”

“Denied,” Mistress Tabitha said. “Patriot Slut, fist fuck your mentor until her fragile little girl mind melts.” She locked eyes with that poor, besieged heroine. “And you will become my obedient slave when that happens, Ms Patriot. Mine body, mind, and soul.”

And then, if all that wasn’t enough, the teenage blonde brought her left hand in to vigorously rub her once beloved mentor’s clit. That third source of erotic pleasure proved too much. Ms Patriot’s mind began to still. She felt the Curse of the Valkyrie rising to consume her, and gave out a tiny whimper.

“That’s how you do it!” Mistress Tabitha cried.

Back bowed, mind in chaos, Ms Patriot bounced up and down Walter’s dick in her butt, while her broken and tamed sidekick fist-fucked her pussy. Her body sang in a way it never had before. Overwhelmed with pain, stress, and above all — Pleasure. So much pleasure. Just mind numbing pleasure.

“Must… Not… Break,” Ms Patriot gasped out. “I… Am… Strong.”

“Not strong enough, because you, my pet, have a fatal weakness that I don’t,” Mistress Tabitha sneered, leaning over her, face-to-face. “You have a heart. You feel love. Walter. Kiss her.”

“Hell yes,” Walter gasped out. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

He turned Ms Patriot’s face to the side, just enough. They paused, staring into each other’s eyes. All she saw was lust, desire, triumph. No mercy. No empathy. Ms Patriot’s heart sank into her belly as his lips melted into hers. 

She felt the last vestiges of her emotional walls crumble. Her will-power faded away, and that rush to climax rose up. It consumed her, and then pushed her over the brink again.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed into that open mouth kiss. 

Her body relaxed as tongues danced deep in her mouth. So desperate for love, for comfort, for pleasure. She squeezed, clamping down around his cock and Patriot Girl’s hand. Pleasure spiked, so intense. And she came again. 

No thoughts stirred her mind. Her world, her very purpose and being was giving and receiving sexual pleasure. 

“You love Mistress Tabitha with all of your heart and soul,” Patriot Girl said. “You love her so, so much that you’ll do anything for her.”

“Love,” Ms Patriot whispered, body on fire. She quivered with pleasure, the forced climaxes coming one after another, the gap between them getting shorter and shorter. “I love.”

“Mistress Tabitha is your mistress. She owns you.”

Ms Patriot writhed and bucked, gasping in abject pleasure. “Love. Mistress. Owns me.”

Mistress Tabitha watched and listened with pleasure. She never commanded Patriot Slut to brainwash her mentor. She did it naturally, recognizing her mentor’s vulnerability. As a Valkyrie, Patriot Slut knew when another of her kind was lost in the Curse. And she understood how to exploit it to the max.

Patriot Slut pulled her fist out, crawled up to straddle Ms Patriot’s lap, and buried her face in large pillowy tits for a long moment. After indulging her newfound love of boobs, the broken, tamed, and brainwashed sidekick claimed Ms Patriot’s lips in a deep, passionate lipstick kiss.

The Turned sidekick started hitting Ms Patriot with questions between kisses.

“Who are you?”

“Ms Patriot.”

“What are you?”

Ms Patriot kissed her, so needy it hurt. “I’m a slave.”

“Who owns you?”

“Mistress Tabitha.”

“Why do you give yourself to her?”

Ms Patriot paused, still riding that cock up her butt. Her mind stirred a little. There was only one answer. Her eyes started to burn, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I love her so much. I love my mistress with all my heart.”