Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 18) (Patreon)

Chapter 18

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! 

Baby blues fluttered open. “Oooooh.”

The small hidden chamber had white walls, white tile floor, and way too much AC. It was COLD in there, and Ms Patriot remained stripped down to mask, choker, gloves, and boots. Well, her well-rounded buttocks weren’t allowed to get cold. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Her eyes closed, teeth clamping down harder into the red rubber ball-gag, and body trembling. How many hours had she been locked down in that spanking machine? That evil bondage “playstation” forced her to bend over at the waist, body parallel to the floor, neck locked into a steel collar atop a steel pole. The pole was mounted to the floor, with a slight angle so that her ankles could be locked into the attached spreader bar at its base. A shorter bar held her wrists around mid-thigh.

I hate that damn machine so much, she thought. Please, Goddess, just make it stop.

Ms Patriot wiggled her stinging butt, which made the silver bells hanging off her nipple clamps tinkle. Being reminded of the nipple clamps seemed to make her poor tortured nips ache and throb even more. A low groan escaped as she tried to think. Tried to come up with a plan, a ploy, anything to get her out of that situation. 

I have to escape. Soon. Today, or tonight, whatever it is, she thought. Tabitha almost broke me last night. With Patriot Girl’s help, she had me lost in the Curse for hours and hours.

A murmuring sound drew her attention to the door to her right. A high-definition camera was mounted above it, aimed at her. According to Mistress Tabitha, there were four cameras in the room for a live feed to her porn website. Members were watching her long, bondage and spanking torment.

You’re all sickos, one and all!

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Ooooooh.” Please make it stop.

It wasn’t a constant spanking. Five hard swats from a rubber paddle hit her every minute or two, with up to five minute waits at times. Just random, so she couldn’t brace herself. Pure torture both physically and emotionally. Yet, the cessation of sex had allowed her to escape the Curse of the Valkyrie before Mistress Tabitha broke, tamed, and claimed her heart and soul permanently. But come morning, they’d have all day and night to finish her off.

The door opened. Mistress Tabitha strutted in wearing a shiny black and blue dominatrix outfit. Her flame red hair was down, curled, with a latex shrug over her shoulders. A silver studded collar encircled her slender neck, with an underboob black latex corset, latex pants, and blue thigh boots. The corset had blue lacing up the front. Her bare hands held a wicked looking riding crop.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Oooooh.”

“Having fun, my pet?”

“Nnnggh!” she screamed around the ball-gag. It kind of sounded like NO.

“She looks angry, Mistress,” Patriot Girl said in a babygirl voice.

Her protégé wasn’t in her costume. Instead, Mistress Tabitha had her dressed in a lacy pink bustier, the garters hanging off held up pink hose, with red satin bows tying off her flouncy pigtails. Red satin opera gloves and stiletto pumps finished out her outfit. Well, there was the pink leather collar around her neck.

Ms Patriot noticed her protégé’s exposed pussy was waxed smooth. It looked especially pink and swollen, with cum drooling out and down her left inner thigh. The sexy little blonde didn’t seem to notice, or even care.

What have they done to you? she wondered. They’ve destroyed your once beautiful mind and soul.

Even scarier, Mistress Tabitha intended to do the same to her. Ms Patriot’s heart began to race. Sex was every super heroine’s Achilles’ Heel thanks to the Curse of the Valkyrie. 

“Do you want me to cheer her up? I could fist fuck her again,” Patriot Girl said. “Or eat her pussy.”

“Or strap-on fuck her,” Punch said, the bouncer following them in. “I like seeing hot chicks strap-on fucking hot chicks.”

“Of course you do, perv,” Mistress Tabitha said. “Wait, I enjoy watching that too. I guess we’re both pervs.”

While they were amused by her joke, Ms Patriot struggled against her bondage. That damned spanking machine could smack her again at any time. 

“Mmgggh! Nngh!”

“Don’t worry,” Mistress Tabitha said playfully to Patriot Girl. “I speak ball-gag. Ms P said she’s eager to start her first official Training Day. She is eager to excel and prove herself worthy to lick my boots. Prove herself worthy of just being my pathetic, eager to please sex slave. Oh, and she prays so hard there is lots of bondage and spanking. She emphasized spanking.”

“All that in two garbled words?”

“I read between the lines,” the redhead said, grinning. “And her eyes are very expressive.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Ouch! Bet that hurt,” Mistress Tabitha purred. “Look her butt is as bright red as her boots. So pretty.”

“She’s so lucky,” Patriot Girl said in a low, desire-drenched voice.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Ooooooh.”

“That definitely sounds like she loves being spanked,” Punch said. “That’s the same groan she makes when I penetrate her pussy or ass.”

The bouncer moved around behind her. Ms Patriot tried to follow him, but the playstation held her head in place, so she couldn’t see anything or anyone behind her. But she did hear him turn off the spanking machine and then push it away. Her body relaxed just knowing that particular torture was over. At least for now. But then she felt Punch’s overlarge hands on her hips.

Oh no.

Oh yes. The next thing she felt was the bouncer’s massive cock sliding up and down through her butt crack. That hot, rubbery glans stroked her hot, wet pussy, and then spread her love juices up across her taint and over her anus. 

“Where are the others?” Mistress Tabitha asked.

“Tyrone is chewing them out about allowing the heroines to get past them last night,” Punch said. “I was working inside, not the door, so I escaped that ass-chewing. They’ll be down here by the time I’m finished.”

Ms Patriot’s eyes widened. They were all coming down? Before he finished? Finished what? Fucking her? And then his dick head pressed against her nether lips, forcing them to part and allow him past. She released a low groan. 

It’s already started, she thought miserably. They didn’t even release me from this damned bondage torture device.

“Uggggh,” she grunted when Punch shoved his member all the way in. He completely sheathed on that first thrust. “Ooooooh.”

“See? She loves spanking as much as she loves my dick.”

Her body trembled, pussy convulsing. She struggled to accommodate him, to adjust to that rude invasion. Her little hole burned. So painful. Just stretched her out so much.

Punch leaned over her as he started a slow, steady thrusting action. The big brute reached around and down, palming her jostling tits. He gave them a hard squeeze, fingers split around the nipple clamps. The little bells jingled merrily as he roughly fondled her.

Mistress Tabitha watch with bemused eyes. Patriot Girl jaw dropped, tongue coming out a little, as she stared with hungry eyes. Ms Patriot wondered if the corrupted sidekick wanted her or Punch. Probably both at the same time.

Will that be me in a few days?

She shook her head. No. She couldn’t think like that. Only positive thoughts. She would escape. She always escaped. Ms Patriot understood she had to believe it, or all truly would be lost.

It was hard to believe anything with a massive cock reaming her out so well.

“Mmmmgh. Oooooh.”

“She’s already getting into it, Mistress,” Patriot Girl said. “The Curse will take her quickly this morning, maybe while Punch is fucking her. And then… She’ll be yours body, mind, and soul. Forever.”

Ms Patriot gave the two women a defiant glare, but then Tyrone led Carlos, Milo, and Ozzy through the door. Five large, well-hung men! All four of the newcomers staring at her hungrily. All she saw was dark, cruel desire and yearning. 

“Line up, boys. I want you to run a train on her sweet ass,” Mistress Tabitha purred, holding Ms Patriot’s disbelieving eyes. “Ms Patriot needs a sound fucking, a hard and fast breakfast gangbang, to start her Training Day out right.”

“Uuummm!” the hapless heroine cried when Punch pinched her nipple clamps even tighter.

His hips loudly slapped into her butt, faster and faster. The busty beauty moaned and groaned, eyes fluttering as her insides turned to hot mush. Her pussy throbbed, sending a pulse of pleasure spiraling through her body and mind with every deep thrust. Soon, her thoughts began to slow, get sluggish. And then that surge to climax.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed when her body erupted. “Ooooh. Oooooh.”

Punch pulled out of her pussy, and immediately pressed against her butt hole. She tried to deny him, but the bastard was too fast, and her wits were compromised. He penetrated, expanding that hole faster than the universe.

Patriot Girl stepped up to Ms Patriot’s face, caressing it lovingly. “Mistress, may I?”

“You may. Remember, we have an audience,” she said, indicating the cameras. “Make it sexy.”

The pigtailed blonde giggled in excitement. She unbuckled the ball-gag, pulling it out of Ms Patriot’s mouth with a pop. Patriot Girl dropped to her knees, tilted her head, and claimed her beautiful mentor’s lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss. They made out hot and heavy while Punch continued to ream the vanquished masked vigilante’s ass. After a moment, the former sidekick turned bondage sex slave stood up, lifted one stiletto heeled foot atop Ms Patriot’s back, and then pressed her dripping wet pussy to the heroine’s full red lips.

“Eat me, Ms P.”

Ms Patriot let out a tiny whimper. Punch had her head reeling. So hard to think, and he was just the first man to take her in that gangbang. Her captured heroine makeout session didn’t help, pushing her closer to yielding to the Curse. And now…

“Mmm,” she moaned, tongue lapping at those hot, swollen cunt lips. Her sidekick tasted so good. She tasted like… Cum. “Oh my Goddess! You’re leaking man cum.”

“I know,” she purred. “Mistress let me have my breakfast gangbang before coming down here. Seven big brutes. It was glorious.”

Patriot Girl didn’t allow the heroine to turn her head. She ground her pussy into Ms Patriot’s mouth until the raven-maned beauty relented and started eating pussy. Soon, Ms Patriot was moaning and groaning again, hungrily eating her out. Until Punch pushed her over the top again.

“Aaaaaggh.”

The bouncer barked a laugh, slammed it all the way in, and released. He came long and hard deep inside that poor heroine. Ms Patriot squirmed and whimpered, feeling his hot seed filling her up. And that pushed her over the top yet again.

Tyrone replaced Punch while she remained in the heady throes of climax, thrusting up deep into her vulnerable pussy. He yanked her hair, over and over, while his other hand swatted her butt to make her cheeks quiver. And then Patriot Girl gave a hard squeeze, and cum gushed into the heroine’s mouth.

She swallowed without thinking. In truth, she wasn’t thinking about anything but that dick and pussy. And then Patriot Girl pulled away, and Carlos replaced her. He rubbed his dick all over her masked face, before shoving it into her mouth. She gave no resistance. Voiced no objections. 

Ms Patriot didn’t have a thought in her head.

“I think Ms Patriot is about to be consumed by the Curse,” Patriot Girl said. “She’s in that space without thought, Mistress, but hasn’t devolved into nymphomania yet.”

“Wonderful.”

“Mmm,” Ms Patriot moaned, a long, fat cock pistoning into her hot, wet mouth. “Mmm. Mmm.”

“She’s starting to suck,” Carlos cried. “Hell yes.”

Ms Patriot’s body energized. Her mind cleared, though few thoughts filled it. She put all she had into sucking that dick. At the same time, she clamped down on Tyrone’s cock. The pleasure intensified, pushing her over the brink at the same time.

“Aaaagggh!”

“And the Curse has her, Mistress. Shall I begin?”

“Yes. Let’s brainwash this super bimbo into becoming the perfect BDSM fuck slave.”

Patriot Girl knelt to Ms Patriot’s left. Mistress Tabitha knelt to her right. They started fondling her jostling tits, licking and kissing her ears. Ms Patriot climaxed again.

“You are mine, Ms Patriot. You are my slave, Jennifer,” Tabitha purred.

“You are nothing,” Patriot Girl said. “All you are is human filth. A slave. Worthless. You are so lucky Mistress Tabitha is willing to keep you.”

“You are a slave, Jennifer. Just a pathetic slave.”

Ms Patriot’s mind stirred. I am a slave.