Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 20) (Patreon)

Chapter 20

Jade Manor, Wednesday, 9 AM…

Lynda Lynns slipped out of the limo first. Mistress Tabitha followed, with Jennifer getting out last. Mistress Tabitha paused, body all a-tingle. Two hours earlier, just four days after her capture, Jennifer “Ms Patriot” Jade signed over all of her assets, all of her wealth, everything she owned, to one Tabitha Tobias.

“I’m a billionaire,” Tabitha whispered. “Filthy rich. And the legendary Jade Manor is mine.”

The new-made billionaire wore a red latex catsuit with a red leather cincher and stiletto lace-up calf boots. Her long red hair was down and curled. Her slaves, Jenny and Lynda, both in the skimpiest, barely there latex bikinis and thigh boots. Jenny in white. Lynda in blue. Huge silver hoops hung from their ears, matching bangles on their wrists, and silver slave collars around their necks.

Both slavegirls smiled brightly, so happy for their beloved mistress. They watched her with adoring blue eyes. And then security moved forward to open the front door. 

Mistress Tabitha slowly walked to the open door, wanting to savor that moment of triumph. While she’d dreamed of and pursued wealth from the moment the concept gelled in her mind as a child, the busty redhead never imagined she’d be worth ten and a half billion dollars.

I’m really a billionaire, with a mansion, private jet, and the fabulous vacation homes.

“Jessy,” she called as her PA approached, followed by Milo, Punch, and Tyrone. “Find me a yacht. A big one. I want it in the Mediterranean.”

“Consider it done,” the beautiful brunette said.

A tall, gray-haired man in a tuxedo came outside. 

“Mistress, that is Clive Honeycutt, Daul Manor’s butler. He is the best, most respected butler in Grimme City.”

The butler approached Mistress Tabitha. He glanced at Jenny, a look of uncertainty on his aged face. The sixty-four year old butler grimaced, then shook his head when he looked Lynda over. Finally, he stopped in front of Tabitha.

“You are Tabitha Tobias? The new owner of the house?” Clive asked.

“I am.”

“Then I wish to inform you that I resign. You’ll need to find another butler.”

“But you haven’t heard what I’ll offer you to stay,” she said. “I’ll pay you better, and there are other perks and benefits as well.”

“I don’t do it for the money,” he said, sounding insulted. “And there are no perks or benefits to entice me to stay under the circumstances.”

“Jenny, give Clive a blow job.”

The butler gasped, taking a step back. Jenny never hesitated. Superbly trained and brainwashed, the former super heroine and billionaire businesswoman stepped forward, dropped to her knees, and quickly unfastened Clive’s trousers. The raven-maned slavegirl wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around the butler’s limp cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Then holding his startled gaze, she smirked and leaned in to start licking the sensitive head. Clive’s cock got big and hard super fast. 

“Mmmm,” Jenny moaned when she wrapped full red lips around his cock head and began intense head.

“I will double your salary, Clive,” Mistress Tabitha said. She wagged her brows. “Jenny will suck your dick every morning.”

“I… I don’t know. It’s all so unseemly…”

Jenny went down on him. All the way down, allowing him to tap the back of her throat. The butler’s hands pushed down deep into her silky hair, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Okay, I’ll add Jenny in your bed all night every Wednesday.”

His eyes popped open. Oh, he liked that idea. But, she saw the resistance.

“It’s all…Ooooh, lord… So wrong. Improper.”

Jenny began to hum, making his breath catch. She raked long red nails across his hairy nutsack, before wrapping a hand around them and giving him a little squeeze. The butler’s eyes rolled up. He looked up at the heavens beseechingly. And…

“Mmm,” Jenny moaned, slurping down copious amounts of viscous cum. “Mmmm.”

“Final offer,” Mistress Tabitha purred, looking confident. “Double your salary, Jenny sucks you off every morning. Lynda sucks you off every evening. Plus, Jenny will spend the night with you on Tuesdays, and Lynda will warm your bed on Thursday nights.”

Clive relaxed, panting. He watched Jenny licking him clean for a moment. Then he looked at Mistress Tabitha.

“Miss Tabitha, I am your man.”

“Call me Mistress Tabitha, and we have a deal.”

“Very well, Mistress Tabitha. It is my pleasure to serve,” he said, while staring down at his former employer, kneeling and licking his cock. “Very much a pleasure.”

“Very good,” she said. “Slaves! Attend me.”

Mistress Tabitha strode into Jade Manor like a conqueror. Like a queen. Jenny and Lynda heeled, matching her stride for stride. Jessy followed, with Tyrone, Milo, and Punch. They swept through the opulent foyer, all marble, crystal, and gilt. Into the Great Room with its soaring, vaulted ceiling and ginormous fireplace. Their combined stilettos were loud on the hardwood floor as the new mistress of the house studied a fortune in fine art. 

Jenny gave her a running commentary on exactly what art they were looking at, including it’s value. The value of the artwork left her head spinning. 

“There’s a little over one hundred and seventy-five million in art within the house,” Jenny said. “Of course, it’s been a few years since I had an appraisal, so the art is probably worth a lot more now.”

“Wow. It’s good to be rich,” Mistress Tabitha said.

They checked out every room on the ground floor, before dropping down into the rather utilitarian basement. Not even a gameroom. But there were two levels of basements, which Tabitha had lots of sinister ideas for. Yes, she could finish the basements out as porn video studios, maybe an extra large and well-equipped BDSM dungeon. So many options. And a lot of square feet of potential.

Returning to the foyer, Mistress Tabitha led her entourage up the grand stairs to the second floor. They looked at the first few bedrooms. Pure luxury. 

“Where is my bedroom, Jenny,” she asked. “You know, your former bedroom. The Mistress of the House’s bedroom.”

The busty slave pointed two doors down the corridor. “That’s it, Mistress. The largest bedroom in the house, with a massive bathroom and a two thousand square foot suite of closets.

Mistress Tabitha did a double-take. “Two… Two thousand square feet?”

“Yes, Mistress. But it’s filled with my clothes and shoes,” she said. “Please forgive me, but… We’re about the same size. I believe most of my clothes will fit you. And we do wear the same size shoe.”

She paused two steps inside the bedroom, eyes sweeping around. Again, pure luxury. The bed was definitely a California king. Just huge. The floors were hardwood. French doors opened onto a deep covered balcony overlooking the estates manicured grounds. Fireplace. Chandelier instead of a fan over the bed. Hell, there were two huge crystal chandeliers in that bedroom. 

The redhead headed into the closet. She immediately felt it’s size. There were separate rooms in the closet for shoes, evening gowns, business wear, cocktail dresses, and even jewelry. Lots of full-length mirrors. 

“There is one very special feature in the closet, Mistress,” Lynda said, indicating a small wall with built-in shelves. The blonde went over and curled her finger around an edge, pressing a hidden button. The wall opened with a hydraulic hiss. Lights blinked on after the secret door opened to reveal two well-lit vanities. 

Mistress Tabitha stepped inside the hidden chamber, eyes huge. “Is this… Is this the famous Patriot Cave?”

“Actually, Mistress, that is a good hundred feet directly below us, but the elevator down is in here,” Jenny said. She pointed to it down a short side corridor. Then she indicated the chamber they stood within. “This was our dressing room, Mistress. There is a bathroom and memorabilia room up here as well.”

The new-made billionaire walked around, taking it all in. So many spare costumes and accessories for both heroines. Then she led the way over to the elevator, and they took it down.

“Welcome to the Patriot Cave, Mistress,” Jenny said. “At least until you rename it.”

“Jessy, I want you to stock this with every variation of bondage playstation you can find,” she said. “This space screams ultimate dungeon.”

She examined every corner, checking out the full bathroom, the bedroom, and all the crime fighting computers. 

“Now I know why you ever bothered finishing out the basements. This place is amazing,” Mistress Tabitha said. She wagged her eyes at Tyrone, Punch, and Milo. “This will be my new brainwashing place. I plan to capture every single Grimme City super heroine and bring them down here for breaking, taming, and brainwashing.”