Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 16) (Patreon)

Chapter 16

Soft feminine grunts of pleasure, accompanied with the wet slap of flesh, filled the well-equipped dungeon. She lay atop a padded bondage horse. Her red-booted legs were spread and locked to the playstation’s legs at her ankles and knees. Her arms were pulled down, wrists locked in manacles on the its front legs. Her head hung off the end and lolled around as a massive cock reamed her out from behind.

Ms Patriot’s baby blues fluttered open. Her mistress stood before her, looking so smug and pleased. Some nameless member of the club pounded an overlarge cock into the once proud heroine, pulling out those grunts of bliss. His large hands were all over her rump, fondling and slapping.

A jolt of pleasure ripped through the hapless heroine when that long, thick cock hit her G-Spot just right.

“Ugh. Ooooooh.”

Ms Patriot clamped down around the ring gag, a long rope of drool hanging off her chin. She looked down at the puddle on the floor. She’d been in that bondage playstation for the last six men. It wasn’t just her pussy and ass they fucked, so there was quite a bit of cum in the puddle as well.

“Uggh,” she grunted. Intense pleasure radiated throughout her shapely body with every soul-deep thrust of that big black cock. He’d already forced her to climax four times, not counting the countless climaxes pulled out of her by the men and women that fucked her prior. Her body trembled, her insides a white-hot, fluttery jelly. “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

“Andy. Your turn,” Mistress Tabitha purred.

A naked white man, looking to be in his mid-thirties, moved up in front of the bound and debased beauty. His erection came at her face, long and rock hard. His face looked just as ready and eager as that dick. Ms Patriot studied his face a long moment looking for any hint of empathy, before dropping back down to regard his cock.

Will it fit? she wondered.

At least it felt like the ring gag limited the size of the cocks fucking her mouth. He proved her concern unwarranted by thrusting balls deep with his initial penetration. He was thick, but just long enough to tap the back of her throat. No more. 

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Perfect.

Andy held onto her head, while he hammered her mouth. She worked her lips, tongue, and suction as best she could, desperate to give her mistress’s client a good experience. It was a slavegirl’s duty to please. She pleased her mistress by pleasing men. It was all that mattered at that moment.

“Mmmm,” she hummed around his pumping cock.

He cried out, thrusting into her mouth even faster. That got the black guy banging her from behind excited, making him slam into her harder and faster. And faster. She felt that cock profoundly, and it quickly pushed her over the top.

“Aaaagggh!”

Her shapely body pulsed and quivered, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washing through the vanquished masked vigilante. Ms Patriot’s vagina clamped down hard, intensifying her pleasure. She came again, bucking and writhing within her tight bondage.

“FUCK!” the black man cried, flooding her womb with his seed. “I couldn’t hold it any longer. Fuck.”

“Ha ha,” the white guy laughed, and then. “Wait. Not yet… Ooooooh, fuck me.”

Everyone laughed as he came hard in her mouth. The ring gag kept the beautiful heroine from swallowing, so his cum flowed out and down her chin when he pulled out. So thick and sticky. So nasty. But she still tasted it. Felt it clinging to her tongue and throat.

“Release her,” Mistress Tabitha said, personally removing the ring gag. 

The redhead snapped a leash to Ms Patriot’s collar while her staff opened the manacles and shackles to free the captured heroine. Ms Patriot just lay there limply atop the bondage horse, huffing and puffing as she worked her aching jaw. Her body quivered like crazy, the aftershocks of orgasm still radiating through her shapely, sweat-shiny body.

Not a thought in her head. Pure bliss.

“Slave,” Mistress Tabitha said with a commanding voice. “Hear and obey me.”

Ms Patriot lifted her head, mind starting to stir a little. She regarded the beautiful redhead in head-to-toe shiny black latex and leather. She looked so beautiful and powerful.

“Get off the horse,” she commanded. “And kneel before me like a good slavegirl.”

The vanquished heroine blinked, the words taking a long second to register. She slipped off the bondage horse, teetered a second, and eased down to all fours. Then Ms Patriot sat back on her booted legs, placed her red-gloved hands on her thighs, and dropped her eyes. Kneeling how she thought a slavegirl should.

“Spread your knees wider. Wider,” Mistress Tabitha commanded, tapping her atop the head with a riding crop. Ms Patriot complied without thought or complaint. “Sit straight, back slightly bowed, eyes downcast.”

The raven-haired heroine obeyed, posing as best she could. Anything to please her mistress. She held that position for the longest time, while Mistress Tabitha slowly paced around her. Heels clacking ominously. 

Mistress Tabitha stopped in front of the tamed heroine. She scooted her right foot forward and grinned.

“Ms Patriot, you belong to me. My obedient slavegirl,” she purred, wicked glee spreading across her beautiful face. “What do you want to do now, my pet?”

Ms Patriot’s eyes shut as she turned inward. What did she want to do? Easy answer. “I want to please my mistress.”

“Good answer,” Mistress Tabitha purred and squirmed a little. “How do you want to please me right now?”

Baby blues looked at her mistress’s full, glossy red lips. Then dropped to her impressive bosom, before taking in her flaring hips and the tight latex sheathing her pussy. Yeah, the camel toe was real pronounced in that thin, tight outfit. And finally, her eyes scanned the full length of her mid-thigh high boots, pointy toes, and sky high stiletto heels.

Ms Patriot’s mouth watered, the taste and smell of polished boot leather filling her senses.

“Mistress, a slave begs to lick her mistress’s boots,” she said. The heroine dared to look up again, bit her lip, and pleaded with her expressive blue eyes. “Please, Mistress, please allow a slavegirl to show her love and obedience by licking boot.”

“Is that what you truly want, slave?” she asked. “You wish to debase yourself before me, kissing, licking, nuzzling my beautiful boots? You wish to show me your slavish love and devotion like that?”

Ms Patriot rolled to all fours, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yes! Please, Mistress, allow this slave to please you. Allow this slavegirl to show her heart. All this slave begs for is to show her love by making love to your boots.”

“Oh? You wish to make love to my boots?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she cried, reaching out to stroke the shiny patent leather with sensitive fingertips. “It’s my heart’s desire. Please. I beg you.”

“Very well. Permission granted.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said with all her heart. Ms Patriot dropped to all fours, lowered her trembling red lips to the shiny toe of the right boot, and lovingly kissed it. “Mmmm.”

She paused to admire that perfect lip print, before smothering her mistress’s foot with kisses up to her ankle, and around to the tall stiletto heel. Then she returned to the toe and started kissing, licking, and nuzzling boot leather, while her red-gloved hands fondled the tall stiletto heel, stroking it like a cock.

“Mmm. Mmm.”

Working her way around to the heel, the tamed heroine panted, moaned, and groaned as her amazing body squirmed and trembled. Her back bowed, lifting her sweet round butt up enticingly. Lifting her butt up begging for someone to take it. But her mistress was in control, and kept the horny men at bay.

After the broken and obedient heroine rolled her tongue around the boot’s stiletto heel, licking it like a hot cock for several minutes, Mistress Tabitha lifted her foot so her slave could lick the soles clean. And then she ordered the slavegirl to repeat her performance on the left booted foot.

“It is true, my friends,” Mistress Tabitha declared. “The greater the super heroine, the more powerful she is, and prouder she is… The harder and faster she falls. The deeper she falls into abject submission and subjugation. Ms Patriot, the city’s premier super heroine, has proven that tonight. She is broken. Tamed. My absolute and obedient slave now.”

Ms Patriot sat back on her legs, knees spread as wide as she could, and waited in the subservient position as earlier directed by her beloved mistress. Just a slavegirl. Obedient. Eager to please.

“Does anyone wish to hire Ms Patriot?” Mistress Tabitha asked. “Someone who wishes to take her upstairs so my newest slavegirl can turn her first free-will trick?”

The raven-maned heroine lifted her baby blues up to her mistress. Then a tall, slim white man stepped up, pulling her eyes over to him. Like most of the clients, he wore a black leather harness with a matching banana hammock. Some men wore boots, but he was barefooted.

“I would, Mistress Tabitha,” he said. 

“One hundred dollars?” she said, lifting a brow.

“A bargain,” he said with a grin.

She handed him Ms Patriot’s leash. The heroine turned her full attention on him. Pleasing the man would please her mistress. He would be pleased to death. Ms Patriot smiled up at him.

“Master, I am yours.”

“Heel, slave,” he snapped, turned and headed for the stairs in the foyer.

Ms Patriot jumped to her booted feet, hands behind her back, and followed obediently. The leash ensured she would follow, but she paced him close enough to keep it slack. Her master of the moment ordered her to go up the stairs first. A quick glance back proved her right, he was staring hungrily at her swaying butt. Her meaty rump was right at face level as they ascended.

Her assigned room was 21, first room to the right on the second floor. She led him straight to it. The door was ajar, so she pushed it all the way open and let him lead her inside. Then she closed the door, dropped to her knees at the foot of the queen-sized bed, and awaited his pleasure.

The room was decorated ahead of time, just for her. Everything was red, white, or blue. Stars and stripes decor was everywhere as well. Ms Patriot promotional posters were on the walls and ceiling. And the BDSM sex club even found some naked pictures posted online after previous captures. A TV mounted on the wall ran capture video of Ms Patriot being fucked.

He handed her a one hundred dollar bill. Ms Patriot hesitated, but accepted the payment for sex. It occurred to her that old saying, cheap hookers demand the money up front. Also, she hadn’t expected to receive money. She thought clients had a tab, so everything was charged to their credit cards.

Ms Patriot placed the money on a side table, not sure what else to do with it. Then she pressed up close and personal, kissed him, and then reached down to free his cock from the banana hammock. Her delicate hand wrapped around his dick while they continued to kiss, his hands all over her boobs and butt.

“Master, the chest of drawers is full of BDSM paraphernalia and gear. If there is anything you’d like that’s not in it, I can call down to have it brought up,” she said.

He quickly went through the drawers, pulling out three things. First, he handcuffed Ms Patriot’s wrists behind her back. Then he applied lube to her anus, followed by slathering lube all over the butt-plug. And then he ordered her to kneel. 

“Press your shoulders to the floor, butt high in the air,” he commanded.

Ms Patriot obeyed, left cheek pressed to the floor as well. She cut her eyes to watch his gleeful face as he press the butt plug to her ass. 

“Mmmgh,” she moaned when he pushed hard, twisting the plug back and forth. He half rocked, half screwed that butt-plug into her sphincter, stretching her tight hole out to the max. For a moment, she thought it too big for her anus and he would split her open, but then it snapped forward and into place. “Ugggh!”

The master dropped to his knees behind her, swatted her quivering butt over and over, getting it nice and pink, before he guided his dick to her slick, dripping pussy. Ms Patriot groaned when he pushed past her glistening pussy lips, right up to her tight entrance, and then penetrated with a hard thrust.

“Ugggh! Oh, Master!”

“Ms P, you are destroyed,” he snarled. He grabbed her soft hair, yanked her head and shoulders off the floor, and released her to smash back down. “You have been reduced to sex slave. A fuck toy for men like me. You are nothing now, heroine. Just fuck meat.”

“Yes, Master!” she cried between grunts as he hammered into her so hard and fast. “I am a pathetic slavegirl! Fuck me!”