Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 31) (Patreon)

Chapter 31

“She got away, boss,” Tyrone said, huffing and puffing before her. Ozzy was just as breathless after they chased Silver Angel out of Jade Manor. “Sorry, but those empowered bitches are super fast.”

Mistress Patriot was down on one knee next to Silver Girl. The captured sidekick was belly down on the floor. She finished tightening the zip-tie around her silver-gloved wrists. Her knees and ankles were already bound together with the captured sidekick’s own zip-ties.

“You won’t get away with this,” Silver Girl gasped, wiggling so sexily.

The empowered dominatrix noticed her men were staring hungrily down at the struggled teen. She was quite enticing.

“You’re going to be a lot of fun to break, tame, and train,” Mistress Patriot purred, running a black-gloved hand over the swell of the blonde’s butt. “A lot of fun for one and all.”

“What does that mean?” she cried, slanting a terrified look up over her shoulder. “I’m a good girl. I don’t…”

“Oh, sweetie, you forget who I was,” she said, rolling her captive over onto her back and facing her. “I know you’ve been captured before, so… Yes, this will all be shit you’ve been forced to do before. Only this time you won’t escape or be rescued. You will belong to me body and soul, and be quite happy about it too by the time I’m finished with you.”

“No. No, I don’t want to do this,” she squeak, renewing her futile efforts to break free.

Mistress Patriot lifted her her pale gold power belt. “Struggle all you want, slave. Without this lovely power belt you are just another hot teenage girl. You don’t have the strength to escape.”

The Turned beauty took the belt in both hands, and… RIPPED it in two. Destroyed Silver Girl’s Object of Power. The stunned sidekick froze, looking at her ruined power belt in abject horror.

“I suggest you relax, surrender to me, and accept your fate,” Mistress Patriot purred, stroking her silky blonde ponytail. “It’ll make what happens next so much easier and more pleasant.”

The raven-maned beauty grabbed the back of Silver Girl’s head, pulled her up, and claimed her lips in a long, open-mouth kiss. She struggled a little, but mostly just whimpered. The dominatrix didn’t release her lips until the sidekick started to kiss back. Then she ran a hand over her breasts, giving one boob a firm squeeze.

“Yes, we’re all going to have so much fun with you.”

Mistress Patriot scooped the struggling, whimpering sidekick up in both arms, and then stood. She glanced at her bouncers.

“Come with me, boys,” she said, turning to the closet. They entered to find Patriot Girl helping Tabby to stand. Both women looked unsteady. It took a lot longer to recover from such a beating when not empowered. “Ozzy, help Tabby. Tyrone, help Patriot Girl.”

The bouncers wrapped arms around the two women, taking the opportunity to cop feels and steal some kisses. Neither woman protested or resisted. They let the men have what they wanted, as they were trained to do. Mistress Patriot nodded in approval, turned, and stroke to the elevator.

“How lucky are you, Silver Girl? You are about to be one of only a few people to actually go down into the Patriot Cave. Or as I now call it, the Patriot Dungeon. And yes, after you go down into the dungeon, you will continue to go downon me and my boys.”

“How can someone like you, who was so good for so long, be so evil now?”

She shrugged as the others joined them in the elevator car. The doors closed, and they began to descend.

“I’ve asked myself that many times since my rising up and becoming Mistress Patriot,” she said. “Then it occurred to me. Who cares? It’s done. And I’m having so much more fun now. Evil is great. I’m living my best life now.” The car stopped, followed a moment later by the doors opening. “And I can always reinvent myself in the future if being so fabulously evil stops being fun.”

Patriot Girl laughed. “Fabulously evil? I love that.”

The three women, two men strode across the Patriot Dungeon as the lights loudly boomed to life. Mistress Patriot moved ahead of everyone, leading them to the BDSM dungeon section. Every wicked bondage device known was collected there, with lines of playstations waiting for a pretty little thing to be locked within.

They stop next to a playstation. It is a large black bondage horse. Basically, it looked like a half barrel of padded black leather with four legs sporting shackles and chains on the legs. Silver Girl was dropped to her bound feet, teetering, while Ozzy and Tyrone seized her arms. Mistress Patriot picked up a straight razor off a side table and cut her wrists free.

“Aaaiiieee!” Silver Girl screamed as she fought with all her might.

It did her no good. The much larger and stronger men lifted her up, laid her back down atop the bondage horse, and finally pulled her arms down and locked them into manacles attacked to the legs. Then Mistress Patriot adjusted the chains so that she was pulled down tightly, arms stretched down toward the floor. With that done, and the sidekick secured in place, her legs were cut loose, spread wide, and pulled down to be locked in taut shackles and chains.

She could barely move, just wiggled and squirm pathetically.

“What a beautiful sight,” Tabby said.

Silver Girl lay there, gasping and whimpering as she struggled. The bondage horse was one of the short ones, so her head hung back and down off one end, and her vulnerable pussy was spread open at the the other end. Nothing to impede any access to any of her holes. The incredulous expression on her lovely, masked face said she understood just how open to her enemies she had become.

“Indeed she is,” Mistress Patriot said. Then she used the straight razor to slice off Silver Girl’s top and bottoms, exposing her body for exploitation. “Gorgeous.”

“Please, don’t do this, Ms Patriot,” Silver Girl pleaded, voice choking. “We were friends. We loved each other for so long.”

“Oh, my pretty pet, I still love you,” Mistress Patriot purred, running a finger up through her pussy, dipping down into her leaking, slick slit. She brought that wet finger up to her lips, licked it, and then thrust the finger into her mouth. “Mmm. Delish. And, yes, I still adore you, Silver. Only now that love manifests in a deep desire to own you, body and soul. I want your body, your love, and your absolute obedience and loyalty. I want you to be my slavegirl.”

Her black-gloved hand slid across the sidekick’s taut, toned belly. She groped her large, heavy breasts. Pinched and pulled erect, hard nipples. She sent the most scary, yet wonderful ripples through the bound beauty, making her gasp, groan, and whimper.

“You are very responsive, as are all Valkyrie women,” she purred. “We will enjoying Turning you. And so will you after a short while.”

Mistress Patriot stepped back. “Boys. Fuck her into submission.”

“Hell yeah,” Ozzy cried, pulling out his long, thick cock as he pressed up to her upside down face.

“My pleasure, boss,” Tyrone growled, pressing up between Silver Girl’s spread legs.

The super-powered dominatrix watched as first Ozzy’s cock penetrated Silver Girl’s lips, then Tyrone thrust into her tight little pussy. Silver Girl grunted, gasped, but couldn’t do much more than lay there and take it. Those two oversexed men thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. They fucked her long and hard. Since both had enjoyed numerous sexual encounters while at work, they couldn’t come quickly. Not at all. It took a long time.

The poor sidekick gasped around Ozzy’s cock, panting fast through her nose. Her eyes were huge as sweat beaded all over her naked body. Then Mistress Patriot noticed her eyes fluttered closed, and her belly started to quiver like crazy.

“Uggggggh.”

“And there’s the first climax. Keep fucking her, boys.”

She watched as the men fucked her through four climaxes. Then Ozzy filled her mouth with cum, followed a moment later by Tyrone flooding her pussy. They slowly pulled out of her. Mistress Patriot motioned to her two slavegirls, who obediently dropped to their knees and licked the men clean. While they did that, Mistress Patriot moved around to between Silver Girl’s legs.

“Such a pretty pussy. Waxed bare. Smooth as a baby’s butt,” she purred, placing her hands on the sidekick’s shiny wet thighs. She lowered her face. “I love it when cum dribbles out like that.”

She gave the sidekick’s pussy a long, firm lick. Yeah, tasted like Tyrone. So she started licking, eating her out with enthusiasm. The raven-haired beauty ate all of his cum out of the new slavegirl, before kissing her way up Silver Girl’s shapely body. Mistress Patriot kissed and sucked on her teen’s tits, before claiming her lips in a deep, open mouthed kiss. At the same time, one hand dropped down to rub the young beauty’s clit, forcing her body to respond super fast.

Silver Girl resisted, for a moment, but the physically and emotionally overwhelmed blonde quickly succumbed and kissed back with equal passion. Mistress Patriot kissed and masturbated her through two more climaxes. And then Tabby straddled the sidekick’s mouth, while Patriot Girl ate her out yet again.

Mistress Patriot, her slavegirls, and her bouncers fucked that young heroine for the next three hours. Left her an emotional wreck. Broke her. TAMED her. Silver Girl no longer knew up from down, good from evil. All she knew was sexual pleasure, and she wanted, needed more, more, more.

“Boys, move her over to the brainwashing station,” she commanded. “Tabby get the fucking machine started on her. Both holes. Patriot Girl, put the brainwashing helmet and goggles on her. I think we can completely break this weakling tonight.”

The former heroine turned BDSM villain moved around to Silver Girl’s hanging head. She smiled down at the masked vigilante. A poor soul lost before she made it through her apprenticeship. Now her absolute slave and minions.

“Let’s see who is hiding behind this pretty silver mask.”

Mistress Patriot pulled off her right glove. Then she dug her long, black-painted nails under the edge of the sidekick’s mask, swiping up and down to break the seal. Then grasping it firmly, she started pulling. Silver Girl’s eyes finally popped open. Panic spread across her lovely, doomed face.

“Too late, my pet,” Mistress Patriot purred. “Let’s see who you are behind this…” The mask came off. “Autumn Moore? Annette Moore’s daughter?”

Patriot Girl perked up. “Does that mean…”

“Annette is Silver Angel!” she cried. “YES!”