Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 37) (Patreon)

Chapter 37

“Saturday night and the Dollhouse is packed,” Silver Angel whispered. “Figures. More eyes to witness my…”

“Hush. It’ll be fine. Have faith,” Uber Woman said.

The two heroines stood across the street from the “Gentlemen’s Club.” The parking lot was well-lit and full. Men moved in and out of the club, with a dozen security men and staff loitering out front. Even more patrons mingled outside smoking, including seven lingerie-clad dancers.

Silver Angel fidgeted. Uber Woman stared at the strip club and bit her lip. Both knew what they had to do, but neither wanted to take that path. Yet…

“For Autumn,” Silver Angel whispered, barely discernible. Then in normal tones, “I can handle the Toad. You don’t have to…”

“Hush. Don’t jinx us,” the busty platinum blonde said. “Let’s do this.”

Silver Angel nodded, bit her lip, and sucked in a deep, steadying breath. “Fine. I’m ready.”

The masked heroines stepped out as one, striding purposely straight across the street and up to the strip club’s entry. Patrons and dancers out smoking spotted them first, crying out and pointing. Club security formed up before the door, looking determined. Silver Angel shook her head woefully.

“Pull the stick out of your asses, boys,” Silver Angel called. “We’re here to speak with the Toad.”

“We’ re not looking to cause trouble,” Uber Woman said.

The men wouldn’t allow them to pass, but sent a man inside to ask the boss what to do. Silver Angel felt the frustration building. Everyone seemed to want to keep her from saving her daughter. Everyone just wanted to stop her. But the messenger returned before her damn burst.

“Boss says to let them in,” he said, shrugging.

“Thank you,” Silver Angel said rather sharply as she slipped past them and entered the club. She stopped two steps inside. “Oh fuck.”

“Bliss,” Uber Woman whispered, stopping beside her. “Just enough in the air to give me a tingle down there.”

“A lot of clubs, and not just strip clubs, are infusing tiny amounts of Bliss into the air nowadays,” she said. Hazel eyes scanned the dimly lit club, looking for the man of the hour. She spotted him off to one side of the main stage, surrounded by topless dancers. “It’s the reason my alter ego no longer goes out to clubs.”

The two blonde heroines started towards the Toad. He watched them, face blank. Well, his big, round face was almost blank. She’d only seen one emotion on it — dark lust. A lump started forming in her throat as they closed with the short, rotund bastard.

The Toad hadn’t changed a bit in the two years since she last visited him. He even continued to wear a white suit, with black tie. Maybe a little less hair on his head.

The super heroines struck defiant poses before him and his little harem.

“Look what tasty morsels the cat dragged in,” he croaked as they stopped before him. His topless girls all giggled. “Welcome, dolls.”

Silver Angel cringed at his voice, reminding her how he got the nickname that he embraced. The Toad’s voice was always deep, but it became a painful sounding croak after Purple Avenger kicked him in the throat, a blow that almost killed him. That kick ruined his voice box, and within a week the street was calling him the Toad.

“Toad,” Silver Angel said, voice choking off after that.

A hint of a leering grin flickered across his bug-eyed, wide-mouth face. The fat bastard looked like a cross between a human and a toad, too. His soul was uglier.

“Hi, Angel,” he croaked out, looking her over with cold, mercenary eyes. It reminded her that he made his considerable fortune trafficking in women. “Long time no see. I’m surprised, since your last visit proved so… Entertaining. You obviously enjoyed it more than me.”

“Fuck you, Toad,” she snapped silver-gloves hands curling into fists.

Her face heated up as memories flooded in. All the emotions returned as well. Shame. Humiliation. Fear and dread. He’d come so close to breaking her. So terribly close.

“Silver!” Uber Woman said, touching her arm. “Let me handle this.”

She gave a brief nod, realizing her blood was up. Memories of how he humiliated, used, and abused her during their previous encounter continued to fill her head. She averted her face as tears began to well up, forcing her to blink rapidly.

The Toad looked Uber Woman up and down with hungry eyes. “I’d like to handle you, doll.”

“I’m not one of your dolls, Toad,” Uber Woman sneered, glancing at the fallen women to either side of him. “But we’re not here for the witty banter. Silver Girl has been captured by Ms Patriot.”

“Mistress Patriot,” he said. “She’s changed her name since going over to the Dark Side. I think she should call herself Darth Patriot.”

“Not funny,” she said. Uber Woman frowned at him. He wasn’t behaving as she expected. Was life just a joke to him now? “We want to pick your brain about some things about Mistress Patriot, and the Patriot Cave.”

“She calls it the Patriot Dungeon now,” he said. “The BDSM dungeon where Silver Girl was broken, tamed, and brainwashed into the perfect little bondage fuck slave.”

“You piece of…”

“Silver!” Uber Woman cried, forced to hold her comrade back. “Don’t let him bait you. Be strong.”

“Leave,” he said. “You are bad for business.”

“We have questions,” Silver Angel growled.

“Not with that attitude,” he said.

Seeing it all going south, Silver Angel pulled herself together. “Fine. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about my protégé and need to save her as quickly as possible.”

“Oh, I could help you immensely,” he said. “I know all of her security measures, both at the House of Joy and at Jade Manor. I know how you can access her Patriot Dungeon, too. But you killed any good will I was feeling. I would prefer you leave now.”

That was a gut punch. The Toad knew quite a bit, which wasn’t a surprise. But now he was kicking them out, while taunting her with how he could’ve helped her.

“Let’s be reasonable,” Uber Woman said. “Silver and I don’t want to fight. We are prepared to pay for any information you can give us.”

“Show me your tits, doll.”

“Wh-What? We’re super heroines,” Uber Woman said, suddenly flustered despite knowing he would try to treat them salaciously. She glanced at the dancers grinding away on multiple stages and the long bar in back. “We have reputations to consider. The people expect us to maintain…”

“Shut it. You masks are all too full of yourselves,” he snarled, eyes narrowing. “You prance around in skimpy, sexually explicit costumes every night, and then profess your stainless virtue. Please, I know that both of you have already had the virtue fucked out of your by men far worse than me. Word is you enjoyed it.”

“How dare you!” Silver Angel cried. “I’ll have you know…”

“Shut it, Angel,” he said. He grabbed the bulge between his legs. “I’ve witnessed, experienced, just how helpless and excited you get when bad men fuck you. I bet you remember as well.”

Flustered, the busty heroine stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence with all the turbulent emotions consuming her head. He grinned and nodded. When Uber Woman opened her mouth to take control of the conversation, Toad lifted a hand to silence her. Then he pointed at the main stage.

“Get up on the main stage, both of you, and put on a show. Or get the fuck out of my club.”

The two heroines reeled back. Silver Angel glanced at the main stage. A song was ending, and the topless stripper was collecting all of the dollar bills scattered around the floor. She remembered being on just such a stage two years back, dancing for the Toad and his club’s patrons. Stripping. Making out with other dancers. And then, the Toad had his way with her.

Almost broke her.

Yet, he gave her the information she needed, she asked for. Because of that evening of sex and debauchery, she was able to find and rescue the mayor’s daughter. And just in time, too.

She bit her lip, stomach twisting. Her daughter was suffering far worse. Mistress Patriot had already broken her, brainwashed her into being an obedient sex slave. That meant savage gangbangs. Whippings. Heavy bondage and strict discipline twenty-four seven. For a week.

I can endure a few hours of humiliation, she thought. For Autumn.

Turning to Uber Woman, she whispered. “Just go. Get out while you can. I can take it from here.”

“No. I can’t,” she said. “We just have to be firm, be strong.”

“No. I know the Toad. He’s not going to bend, much less break,” she whispered. “He will get what he wants, or I won’t get anything. So go.”

The platinum blonde beauty looked back and forth between her and the Toad. Then she sighed, frowned, and nodded.

“I understand. I’ll not abandon you,” she said. “We’ll make it through this together.”

The Toad laughed. “Good choice, Uber Doll. Now get up on that stage and entertain us.”

Silver Angel started to protest, started to insist Uber Woman save herself, but the other heroine turned to the main stage and lifted up atop it. Must be nice to have the ability to fly like that. So, feeling defeated already, she crawled up atop the stage as well. The audience fell silent.

“DJ, play Girls, Girls, Girls!” the Toad shouted into the silence. “These two heroine dolls are about to show us their big beautiful titties.”