Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 27) (Patreon)

Chapter 27

“Mmm, moo. Mmm, moo,” Tabitha purred softly as she licked Mistress Patriot’s long, slender heel. A black leather masked patron knelt behind the former dominatrix, reaming her ass out long and hard. “Mmm, mooo.”

The new head mistress and club owner smiled. Tabitha’s meaty buttocks were bright red, criss-crossed with angry welts from hers and Madame Vu’s riding crops. The cooling cum of countless patrons and staff was slathered across that well whipped butt, her lower back, and in her long red hair. More cum dribbled out of her pussy, down her inner thighs. And cum even dripped off her large, hanging tits.

Tabitha has been thoroughly debauched and defiled, she thought. It looks great on her.

“Very good, my pet,” Mistress Patriot purred to the lusty patron. “Put that bitch in her place. Fuck her hard.”

“Oh yes. Oh fucking yes,” he cried, and pulled out to shoot his load all over the redhead’s quivering pussy.

“A beautiful sight,” Mistress Patriot purred. “Kneel, slave.”

Tabitha sat back on her legs obediently, knees wide, back slightly bowed, and eyes downcast. Perfectly manicured hands rested atop her bare, cum-stained thighs. Mistress Patriot grinned to see her pussy quivering, cum slowly oozing out to puddle on the floor beneath her.

Been there. Done that, she thought. Hate to admit it, but it felt pretty great.

Mistress Patriot stood up. Every eye in the club watched her intently, hungrily. She idly wondered if she should get dressed. At least a leather bikini. Or a corset and thong. She and Tabitha wore the same sizes, and she inherited the redhead’s apartment at the top of the brothel. A big, kink-filled closet waited up there.

Oh! I just got my entire fortune back! She grinned at Tabitha. Or at least I’ll force her to return it as soon as the paperwork is done. Turnabout, baby.

Lightly tapping her left palm with the riding crop, Mistress Patriot strutted around and around Tabitha, heels tapping and nipple clamp bells tinkling. Studying every inch of that beautiful redhead. Measuring the earning potential of that newly made slavegirl. Tabitha’s knowledge of BDSM would serve her well. But first, she needed to be taught her new place a little more.

The newly empowered beauty paused to look at her own naked tits. Completely natural, as opposed to Tabitha’s. She suddenly felt those nipple clamps. So tight, but she’d kind of gotten used to them after so long. Still…

Mistress Patriot removed the right nipple clamp, leaned over, and clamped it to Tabitha’s right nipple. The newly enslaved dominatrix gasped, jaw dropping as a groan escaped. With a cruel little smile, the raven-haired beauty removed the left, and clamped it to the redhead’s left nip.

“Mmmgh.”

“I thought you’d like that, slave,” Mistress Patriot sneered. “Cow, listen and obey.”

“Moo?”

“Crawl, slow and sensuously, to the dungeon.”

“Moo,” she said, nodding.

Tabitha rolled to all fours and started crawling. Mistress Patriot followed, watching how sexily her slave’s body moved. So sexy. Even her pussy fired up, wanting some of that fine ass. The crowd parted, forcing Tabitha to crawl that leather bound corridor of humanity. Everyone watched her with the darkest hunger in their eyes.

Mistress Patriot took note. They will turn on me just as fast. I must be careful.

The slave crawled into the dungeon, then to the middle of the room. Her mistress looked around. Which playstation to put her in first? Something to completely restrict movement. Something to make her perfectly, absolutely helpless and vulnerable. Something that would profoundly make her new reality clear.

“Turn left, Tabby,” she said, smiling at the new slave name she gave her former mistress. “You like the name Tabby?”

She already knew Tabitha hated that name. No one was allowed to refer to her as Tabby, much less address her with that name. But that was before she became a slavegirl. Now she didn’t have a vote.

“It is a slave name,” Tabitha said. She lowered her head. “I guess it fits me now.”

“It does,” she said. “You are Tabby now.”

Tabby crawled, guided by her mistress, to a playstation close to the wall. It was frequently overlooked, due to being so low to the ground. Literally, it was bolted to the floor and held a slavegirl on all fours. Mistress Patriot first locked Tabby’s legs down, at the ankles and knees. The redhead had to drop down to her elbows, where her forearms were locked in place. She was left with virtually no freedom of movement. Oh, she could whip her head around, shake her tits, or wiggle her butt, but that’s about all.

Thwack! Thwack!

Cum splattered Mistress Patriot each time she slapped that riding crop across the slave’s naked, cum-slavered butt. She glanced at Madame Vu, who had followed with about half the main parlor.

“Get some slavegirls in here to licked this bitch clean.”

Seconds later Alyssa, Chelsea, Brandi, and Dani surrounded Tabby and started licking and licking. They licked every square inch of that beautiful slavegirl, leaving her shiny with spittle instead of cum.

“Good job, girls,” Mistress Patriot purred. “Now it’s time to…”

A banging out front, shouts, and then calm pulled her attention to the dungeon door. Mistress Patriot frowned. Had trouble arrived? And then he strode through the door.

“Thor Stormhardt.”

The pimp was red-faced, disheveled. Battered, even. Needless to say, he was extremely agitated. Thor froze, eyes darting back and forth between Mistress Patriot and Tabby. Then he looked shocked.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“Heroines,” he said. “Silver Angel and her sidecunt jumped me for no good reason. Just bitches. But, um, it looks like shit hit the fan here, too.”

She grinned wickedly at him. Oh, it hit. Hard.

“Yes, there has been a changing of the guard, Thor,” Mistress Patriot said. “Mistress Tabitha has been usurped. She is cast down into ignoble slavery, as I rise up into the glory of my potential. I am now MistressPatriot.”

“Fuck,” he said. “That’s hot.”

“Your Paris Hilton impression needs work, but thank you,” she said. Indicating Tabby. “Would you like to join us in putting Tabby in her proper place?”

“Tabby? Ha!” he said. “Yes. Yes I would.”

“Excellent! Please, she’s been loosened up by a glorious gangbang, so she’s able to handle your legendary bitch tamer,” she said. “No holes barred. Tame that bitch.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Thor strode toward the bound beauty. His former business rival in the sex industry. He stripped as he walked, and was completely naked by the time he reached her. Mistress Patriot was impressed by that talent. She recalled being captured by him before, and he stripped her even faster. The man had a talent in that area.

“Uggh!” Tabby grunted when he penetrated her pussy from behind. “Oh, fuck me. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

Thor slammed into her so fast, so deep. He was fully sheathed in record time, thanks to the previous gangbang. Her pussy was uber wet and ready. He yanked her hair, swatted her already well-whipped ass, and just looked like a man who’d found his bliss.

Mistress Patriot sidled up close to the pimp, leaned over and kissed him. And then kissed him again. One of his hands came up to fondle her butt while they made out, and he continued to ream Tabby’s pussy out.

Tabby bucked and cried out. Soon, she was crying out softly with every deep thrust into her body. Her eyes rolled up, body trembling, and then insane pleasure exploded between her legs. It surged through her shapely body, over and over, wiping her mind clean as she basked in the glory of it all.