Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 33) (Patreon)

Chapter 33

“Oh yes. That’s how you do it, babygirl,” Tyrone gasped.

Mistress Patriot stood to the side and watched her men gangbanging the captured heroine. Silver Girl was in nothing but her mirror-silver opera gloves and knee boots. The vanquished sidekick lay face up atop a bondage horse, head hanging off one end while the big African-American reamed out her throat. Her arms and legs were pulled down and bound to the playstation’s legs. Tyrone fondled the poor teen’s large, firm tits at the same time. The wicked dominatrix grinned when he suddenly pinched and twisted swollen nipples.

“Mmmmgh.”

“She liked that,” Patriot Girl said, squirming beside her mistress.

Another bouncer, Milo, was thrusting hard and fast into the hapless heroine’s pussy. He suddenly pulled out, and shot his load all over her pussy and lower belly.

“Oooooh,” Patriot Girl moaned. “What a mess. Mmmm.”

Patriot Girl wore only a pair of red patent thigh boots and collar. Cum leaked out of her pussy, drops gliding down her inner thighs. Five of the overnight guards had just finished gangbanging her former sidekick. While Tally was bound spread-eagle on the other side of the dungeon, face up like Silver Angel, still getting gangbanged in the mouth and pussy at the same time.

While the night shift guards got to fuck Patriot Girl and Tabby, it was House of Joy bouncers putting Silver Girl in her natural place as a fuck toy slavegirl. After a couple hours in the brainwashing station, getting physically and mentally conditioned, the blonde teenager was more than a little eager to please.

“Look at her sucking Tyrone’s cock,” Mistress Patriot said. “I was right. She broke quickly and easily.”

“Mmm,” Patriot Girl said, eyes locked on Tyrone’s cock pistoning into her old friend’s mouth and throat. “Can Tyrone do that to me after he finishes with Autumn? Please?”

“Oh? You like Tyrone?”

“I love the way his big black cock pounds me into oblivion.”

Mistress Patriot looked at her slave, then at the bouncer.

“True. I rather did enjoy my time with him as a slavegirl,” Mistress Patriot said. “Tyrone, don’t spend yourself on that little slut. Patriot Girl and I want to enjoy some of your black magic, too.”

He slanted a smug look at them. “I know. I heard. I’m always ready to play, boss.”

Tyrone then shoved his massive cock all the way down Silver Girl’s throat, his hairy nutsack pressed over her eyes and nose. He bowed up, sighed gustily, and flooded the poor girl’s throat. Pulling out, he shot two more loads in her upside down face.

“Can I lick it off, Mistress?” Patriot Girl begged. “I’m make it sexy and pretty.”

“Do it. First her pussy, then her face.”

The two men backed away. Patriot Girl hurried up between Silver Girl’s wide-spread legs. Hands on her friend’s sweaty thighs, the blonde BDSM slavegirl gave her sloppy pussy an open-mouth kiss that lingered. And then she started licking and slurping. Mistress Patriot arched a brow. While she’d learned to enjoy eating out a freshly fucked pussy, eating all the leaking cum, as a slavegirl, Patriot Girl seemed to LOVE doing it.

“Aaagggh,” Silver Girl cried, bucking and struggling atop the bondage horse. “Ooooh, yes. Yes.”

Mistress Patriot nodded. Perfect. She was lost in the Curse, so she was utterly vulnerable, her simple mind malleable and programmable. She moved up and spoke straight into her ear.

“You are my slave.”

“I am yours. Your slave,” Silver Girl gasped out, face incredulous. “Ooooooh. Yes.”

“Yes, you are mine, and you are a weak, pathetic, helpless girl.”

“So weak. So helpless,” she whispered, rocking her head. “So pathetic. I’m a slave.”

“You love being a slave. You love nothing more than to obey me.”

“Love. Love to obey my mistress.” Her eyes rolled up, even as her back arched up, and she started quivering as another major climax ravaged her exhausted body. “Aaaagggh! Yes. Yes!”

“Carlos. Your turn,” she said.

The big Latino moved up, cock in hand. He pressed the tip to Silver Girl’s lips, and she moaned, groaned, and her tongue came out to lick his sensitive head. Carlos grabbed the back of her head, slowly penetrating all the way to the back of her tongue. The slavegirl did not gag, but she did moan. Mistress Patriot smiled and nodded.

Completely lost in the curse.

She continued to whisper about absolute submission and obedience, while Patriot Girl forced her responsive body to climax over and over, and Carlos reamed out her mouth and throat. When he came, he did it all over her tits. Mistress Patriot was so excited that she licked his cum off the vanquished blonde’s boobs. And then Patriot Girl came around to lick her helpless friend’s face, while Randy moved up to pounded into Silver Girl’s butt.

Randy had her bucking and crying out in no time, her body already whipped into a frenzy by Patriot Girl’s talented lips and tongue. He forced her to climax three times, while the BDSM villainess whispered in her ear. And then, after Randy came deep inside her, Mistress Patriot ordered Silver Girl removed from the bondage horse.

Ozzy and Milo held her upright, teetering precariously. Eye glazed and a beatific look on her unmasked face. Mistress Patriot ordered Patriot Girl to tidy up the slave’s ponytail, and then blindfold her. Then the boss lady forced a red ball gag in deep behind the young beauty’s teeth.

“Handcuff her.”

While they finished prepping the slave, Mistress Patriot walked over to a side table piled high with BDSM paraphernalia. She chose a wicked looking riding crop and returned the the confused, blindfolded slavegirl. And she immediately smacked that riding crop across her new slave’s high, firm tits.

Thwack!

“Aaaiieee!”

Then across her buttocks. Thwack!

“Aaaiieee!”

Thwack-thwack-thwack! across her butt, upper thighs, and lower back.

“You are a slave! Stand perfectly straight,” Mistress Patriot commanded. The riding crop came up to hit her under the chin. “Stand straight. Feet slightly open. Back bowed and chest thrust out.”

“Mmmff. Hummfff.”

Silver Girl obeyed to perfection, her gorgeous body trembling like a leaf. Mistress Patriot admired her sweat shiny curves. “We’re going to pierce your nipples, belly button, and pussy now. You have a problem with that, slave?”

“Uh mmmgh,” she said, shaking her head adamantly.

“Good answer,” she snarled. “Walk forward.”

Silver Girl hesitated. Thwack! Thwack! She started walking, while squealing around the ball-gag. Her mistress guided her around the dungeon using the riding crop, without voice commands.

“Strut.”

“Mmmmmm!” she screamed, but started strutting.

“Stop.”

Silver Girl froze, huffing through her nose. She heard people around her, but couldn’t see what they were doing. Then someone pinched and pulled her right nipple, just before someone else pierced it with a needle.

“Uh.”

She felt a barbel stud pushed into the new piercing. Then the left nipple was violated, before they moved to her naval. Finally, her pussy lips received four more piercings. She stood there trembling, insides still quivering from all the orgasms they’d forced her to endure.

I am a slave, she thought. I obey. I please. I belong to Mistress Patriot.