Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 39) (Patreon)

Chapter 39

House of Joy, Saturday night, 3 AM…

Mistress Patriot stepped off the elevator. Her two obedient slavegirls heeled, to her right rear and left rear. Patriot Girl suddenly darted ahead to open the penthouse door for her. The three former super heroines entered to stop in the middle of the living room. The slaves dropped to their knees.

The House of Joy’s owner and manager tugged up on her strapless black latex corset. The corset had lots of sexy straps and silver buckles up the front, protecting the zipper underneath. A very narrow nether closure fastened precariously to the front and back edges of the corset. Black garters dropped down to hold up black hose, with snug black latex thigh boots further sheathing her long legs. A black latex choker and opera gloves finished out her outfit. Mistress Patriot’s long black hair was pulled up and piled atop her head like a wild, wild west school marm.

A lot of the members really liked that look on her. Five of them had spent the big bucks that evening to enjoy her company in private, in fact.

“We had a very good Saturday night, girls,” she said. She petted their heads like they were pet dogs. “You both did splendidly tonight. No complaints at all. Everyone loves using and abusing your super responsive bodies.”

“We always try to please, Mistress,” Silver Girl said.

“I know, Autumn, and I appreciate it,” she said, bending over and kissing the beautiful teen’s glossy red lips. “But I’m about to truly test your loyalty and obedience.”

Both ex-sidekicks wore their real costumes. Silver Girl in her mirror-like silver bikini and boots, Patriot Girl in her red, white, and blue bikini and boots.

“Now hurry,” she said. “Strip me, and then dress me up in my Mistress Patriot costume.”

Neither hesitated. While Patriot Girl started unfastening buckles to get to the corset’s zipper, Silver Girl stripped off her mistress’ opera gloves and choker. Then the beautiful teen unfastened the garters, before unzipping and helping her mistress out of the boots. By the time she stripped off the black hose, Patriot Girl’s gloved fingers finally got the corset unzipped and off.

Mistress Patriot stood there in the buff, enjoying the cool air on her heated skin. Felt amazing. But her slaves moved quickly to put away her outfit of the evening, and bring back her super villainess costume. First thing, Patriot Girl helped her step into the black, star-spangled tanga thongs, getting them snugged up nicely. Then Silver Girl helped her into black patent thigh boots, while Patriot Girl wrapped the black and white, vertically striped corset around her upper body.

“Feels good to be properly dressed,” Mistress Patriot purred, fluffing her large, firm tits to be better displayed while her slave zipped her up.

While the busty villainess pulled on her black kidskin opera gloves, Silver Girl buckled a black leather collar around her mistress’ neck and Patriot Girl encircled her tiny waist with the golden power belt. Mistress Patriot closed her eyes and moaned when the belt finally fastened, sending the erotic tingle of super powers returning.

“I am empowered,” she declared. “Prepare my mask.”

She walked over to the mirror, reapplied red lipstick, and looked herself over. Then Patriot Girl approached with her mask, fashion glue applied. She took the mask from the slave, turned to the mirror, and carefully pressed it into place. Thirty seconds later, the glue had set and she was ready.

“I am Mistress Patriot,” she said and grinned. “Good girls beware.”

Her slaves giggled.

She picked up the keys to the Escalade. “Come, girls. We have a little, um, side-quest to perform before going back out to Jade Manor.”

“Side quest?” Silver Girl asked.

The former heroine smiled at her, wagged her brows, and then reached up to release her hair from the bun. Shimmering black hair cascaded down to her rump. She fluffed her long tresses a moment, then slanted a look at Silver Girl.

“We’re going to swing by your mother’s place and pick up a new slavegirl,” she purred. “Sounds like fun. Right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Silver Girl said without hesitation. “I really want my mother to be as happy as I am.”

“You are such a good daughter,” she said, and kissed her again. Then she kissed Patriot Girl. “Come. Let’s do this.”

She led the way back out to the elevator, then out the back door to the waiting Escalade. The shiny black vehicle was perfect. It held all of them, with plenty of room for a possibly struggling captive. And they’d return to Jade Manor in luxury.

And then the fun will begin, she thought. The breaking and taming of Silver Angel.

Mistress Patriot drove. Silver Girl rode shotgun. They were alone on the street on that late Saturday, early Sunday night. Her baby blues scanned the sky looking for flying heroines. Uber Woman, Uber Girl, and Omega Girl were the three biggest threats in her mind, since they could fly in from any direction at any time.

They soon entered a very exclusive gated community in the city. The homes were all dark, but quite large. Mistress Patriot didn’t think they were mansions, but close. Annette definitely lived beneath her means. But the location was key, putting her just a five minute drive to work at Moore Media.

Bringing her into my flock will also give me control of her media company, she thought. And I can stop them reporting on me and mine.

She turned off the headlights a block away, and silently rolled to a stop outside the beautiful Craftsman style McMansion. While the backyard was fenced, the front offered no barriers. She smiled at Silver Girl, who stared at the house with big eyes, biting her lip.

“Feeling a little homesick, sweetie?”

“Uh huh.”

“Who do you love?”

“I love you, Mistress.”

“Who do you obey?”

“I obey you, Mistress,” the sexy teen whispered, batting her lashes. “I love you.”

She leaned over and kissed Autumn, long and passionately. The hot little teenager returned that kiss with desperate need and love.

“Now we are going to go help your mother know the same love and joy as you,” she said.

Silver Girl nodded eagerly.

Mistress Patriot slipped out, followed by the other two. They headed up the long drive. While she wanted to back up close to the house, she worried Annette would hear.

“Back door is best,” Silver Girl said. “The security panel is between the garage door and back door.”

She waved the blonde teen ahead to lead the way. Silver Girl took them into the back yard, up to the back door, and pulled off her right glove. She pressed her thumb to a disguised scanner. The door clicked unlocked.

The vanquished sidekick hurried inside, rushed up to a panel, and punched in a code. Mistress Patriot watched with a smile as her minion turned the security system off. Then she waved Silver Girl ahead again, letting her lead them straight to her sleeping mother.

This is going to be so sweet.

Annette’s bedroom was on the other side of the house, ground floor. They moved slowly, quietly. Wasn’t easy in five inch stilettos, but they managed. Mistress Patriot smiled when she spotted the open bedroom door. Just opening the door could wake the sleeping heroine, so that gave them another advantage.

Mistress Patriot crept stealthily into the large bedroom, leading the two slavegirls. Her eyes locked on the feminine figure on the left side of the king-sized bed. Closest to the attached bathroom door. All she saw of Annette was her glorious mane of blonde hair, which curtained her face in the dim light.

Silver Girl moved up right beside her mother, while Patriot Girl went to the other side. Mistress Patriot took up position at the foot of the bed. Her guess was Annette would spot someone beside her upon waking, and then lunge down toward the foot of the bed to escape. That’s what she’d do, anyway.

“Wake her.”

“Mommy,” Silver Girl said in normal tones, giving Annette’s shoulder a little shake. “Wake up.”

“Autumn?”

“Yes, I’m home.”

Silver Girl reached over and hit a switch just above the nightstand. The bedroom lights came on, surprising Mistress Patriot as well as Annette. The beautiful blonde flung the covers off with a cry of surprise, revealing she slept in the buff. Baby blues swept her amazing body, a smile spreading Mistress Patriot’s full red lips.

“So that’s what a sexy MILF looks like. Mommy like,” she purred.

“Ms Patriot!” Annette cried, leaping to her feet atop the bed.

Patriot Girl jumped up atop the bed, too, pulling Annette’s arms back. The Turned sidekick slipped her arms behind her Annette’s elbows to lock them in place. And then she fell back to the bed, pulled Annette down with a wail of shock.

“Gotcha, Annette ‘Silver Angel’ Moore,” Mistress Patriot purred. “You will make a beautiful addition to my growing stable of super heroine BDSM slavegirls.”

“No! I refuse…” she growled, struggling mightily to break free. “Let go of me!”

Mistress Patriot moved to the side of the bed, reached out and cupped Annette’s chin, lifting her captive’s face to admire it. So beautiful.

“Silver Girl, go fetch your mother’s costume. Don’t forget the power belt.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The teenager hurried away. Mistress Patriot wagged her brows at the captive blonde.

“Shall we get started?”

“Nonono!”

Mistress Patriot pressed up close, kissed her, gloved hands fondling Annette’s large, firm D-cup tits. The gorgeous media mogul looked more shocked than anything. Then the villainess claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss that made the captive’s back bow up. The BDSM sidekick then snaked a hand down between the blonde MILF’s legs and started rubbing.

Annette’s hazel eyes widened as a low groan escaped. Mistress Patriot moved back and watched, body a-tingle, as her sexy minion quickly rubbed one out on the hot MILF.

“Aaaagh!” Annette cried. “So wrong! This can’t be happening to me.”

“So wrong it’s right,” Mistress Patriot purred. “You’re going to make such a great slavegirl in the House of Joy. The membership is going to love abusing your sexily bound, beautiful body.”

Mistress Patriot crawled fully atop the bed, right up between Annette’s wide-spread legs, and buried her face in hot, wet pussy.

“Mmmm. Your utter surrender tastes so good.”

The raven-maned dominatrix quickly sucked, licked, and nibbled Annette into another forced climax. The mindless beauty bucked and cried out inarticulately. Utterly helpless. Broken. Tamed. Ready to begin her training as a lowly, sexy BDSM slave girl.

“Let’s get her down into the Patriot Dungeon,” she said, sitting back. “And then I’ll break and train her properly. Silver Angel is mine.”

The beautiful bad girls dragged the hapless beauty off the bed. Annette was forced to kneel before Mistress Patriot. Then the empowered Valkyrie dominatrix pushed one shiny black-booted foot forward.

Patriot Girl stood behind Annette, watching her with smug blue eyes.

“Kiss my foot,” Mistress Patriot commanded. “Lick my boot. And make it pretty.”

Annette glared up at her with sullen eyes. After a quick glance back at Patriot Girl, she grimaced, rolled to all fours, and crawled closer. Mistress Patriot smiled with satisfaction when the blonde lowered her lips and kissed the toe of her booted foot. Then Annette started kissing and licking.

She kissed, licked, and nuzzled smooth boot leather like a pro. Made Mistress Patriot wonder just how much she enjoyed doing it. After all, she’d learned a deep love of kissing and licking boot as Tabitha’s slavegirl. Very quickly.

“Here it is, Mistress,” Silver Girl said when she returned, holding up a plastic grocery bag bulging with silvery fabric and boot leather. “My mother’s full costume: mask, corset, thong, gloves, and boots.”

“What about her power belt?”

“Oh, it’s right on top.”

“Very good, my pet,” she said. “Now — Aggh!”

Annette slammed a fist into Mistress Patriot’s pussy. Then she pussy punched her again.

“Aggh!”

The veteran heroine surged to her feet, spinning into kicks to Patriot Girl’s face, then kicking Silver Girl in the belly and doubling her up, before kicking Mistress Patriot between the legs, followed by a right cross to the temple. As the three bad girls fell back, Annette snatched the shopping bag with her costume away from her daughter’s limp hand. Then she turned and raced away.

Mistress Patriot fell back to her butt before her power belt’s super-powered healing kicked in. Then she rolled back to her feet, but Annette was gone. Couldn’t even hear her running away anymore. Patriot Girl and Silver Girl rushed over and helped her to stand.

“Well, that was just embarrassing,” she said smoothing down her clothes.

“Do you want us to go after her?” Patriot Girl asked.

“No. That would give her the advantage. We stick together and leave,” she said. “We’ve only managed to strip her of any feelings of safety. Silver Angel will be on the lamb until the day I finally subjugate her.”