Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 44) (Patreon)

Chapter 44

Justice Star leaned back against the leash. Mistress Patriot had no problem dragging her forward despite her best efforts. The elder politician grinned with wicked glee, his eyes locked on the heroine’s jostling tits.

“Hi, Walt,” Mistress Patriot purred. “How do you like my latest acquisition?”

His cock snapped up, both hands reaching for the captive. Justice Star tried to fling herself back out of reach, but Mistress Patriot knew how to work the leash to keep her in place. She groaned when the debauched councilman’s right hand palmed, then squeezed a firm tit. His other hand slipped under her costume above her crotch, fingers diving down to touch and stroke her nether lips.

“Oh man, this slave is hot and wet down there,” he said. “She’s ready to party with the big boys.”

“Of course she is,” Mistress Patriot said. “She’s a super heroine. These bitches are born horny.”

She had Walt sit and spread his knees wide. Then she forced Justice Star to kneel up close and personal. Mistress Patriot knelt behind her, pressing up close to kiss and nibble the heroine’s neck, shoulder, and ear. While Walt rubbed his erection all over the defeated heroine’s masked face, her captor slowly pulled her costume down until her tits popped out.

“Oh, looky here,” Mistress Patriot teased. “Justice Slut is so horny for you that her tits plopped out of their own accord. Does her big daddy want to titty fuck this little heroine girl?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Daddy wants a titty fuck.”

Mistress Patriot’s black gloved hand reached around to grab both tits, lift, and separate. She wrapped Justice Star’s boobs around Walt’s hard cock and started stroking. Justice Star rocked her head, staring into space with disbelieving eyes.

The hapless heroine looked down and watched his cock head peak out of her cleavage over and over. Pre-cum and drool falling off her chin quickly got her cleavage shiny wet and slick. All the while Mistress Patriot kissed and nibbled up and down her neck, as well as nuzzling, nibbling, and tonguing her ear. It all scrambled her mind, while firing up her body. Soon, her insides turned hot and fluttery, breathing coming in short, shallow breaths through her nose.

“Remove the gag,” Mistress Patriot commanded.

Silver Girl unfastened the strap, and then pulled the ball out of the heroine’s mouth. Justice Star groaned. Oh what a relief that was! But then Silver Girl grabbed the back of her head and forced her face down. Walt’s cock came thrusting up and tapped her full red lips. Over and over. She felt the pre-cum building up, and licked her lips clean.

“Mmmgh,” she moaned, tasting him. “This is wrong, Councilman Edwards.”

“Patriot Girl!” Mistress Patriot snapped.

Thwack! across Justice Star’s butt cheeks.

The pain was exquisite. She instantly knew Patriot Girl was wielding a riding crop.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee!”

“You lost the right to address free men by their names when you lost the fight to me tonight,” Mistress Patriot whispered straight into her ear. “You will call all free men, all members either Master or Mistress.”

Thwack!

“Aaiiee! Yes. Master! Master! I say Master!”

Silver Girl’s free hand snaked down between the hapless heroine’s legs, slipped under her costume, and started rubbing vigorously. Justice Star’s back bowed as a low groan escaped. Walt took the opportunity to pinch, pull, and roll her sensitive nipples. Helplessness devolved into hopelessness within the once proud beauty. Justice Star whimpered when Mistress Patriot stroked her tits down until his cock pushed up into the heroine’s mouth. The brunette was forced to wrap her lips around his crown and give head.

“Fuck yes,” Walt gasped, flooding Justice Star’s mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“Swallow,” Mistress Patriot commanded.

“Mmm. Mmm.” She swallowed, tears welling up. “Mmm.”

“I think we just kinda broke her a little just then,” Patriot Girl said.

“Oh, I’m about to break her a lot,” the evil ex-heroine sneered. “I’m going to completely break this pretty little thing and make her my bitch.”

Silver Girl turned her full attention and efforts on Justice Star’s clit. She rubbed it, pinched it, and even flicked her fingernail across it. The blonde sidekick quickly pushed Justice Star’s treacherous body to the brink, but the heroine struggled with all her might to keep that orgasm at bay.

I…will…not…give…them…the…satisfaction.

Mistress Patriot grabbed a fistful of soft brown hair, yanked her head back, and claimed her lips in a passionate, open-mouth kiss. Their tongues wrestled, warm lips gliding across each other in a sexy lipstick kiss. And then Walt gave her nips a savage twist that sent a powerful jolt through her oversexed body.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed into Mistress Patriot’s mouth as her insides erupted with divine glory. Orgasmic waves washed through her curves over and over, clearing her chaotic mind of all thoughts and concerns. But Silver Girl kept on rubbing. Walt continued to torment her nips. And her mistress’ kiss rocked her world until… “Aaaagggh!”

The three of them forced her to climax five times. That left her panting, mind blank, body so superbly responsive.

Justice Star suit was stripped off. While Tyrone and Ozzy held her between them, Mistress Patriot dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped Justice Star’s thigh boots. She wiggled and twisted the boots off her feet.

“You are defeated, stripped, and debooted, Justice Cunt,” she sneered. “Strap her down, boys.”

She struggled mightily while the bouncers half-carried her into the club’s dungeon. Justice Star was locked spread-eagle upon a St Andrews Cross.

Mistress Patriot loomed over her, grinning with wicked glee. Two club members were called up, a man and woman in their thirties.

“Do you find her feet pretty?” the evil dominatrix asked.

“Yes. Very sexy,” the woman whispered, voice full of desire.

“Gorgeous,” the man said, nodding. He licked his lips as he stared as the bound heroine’s naked feet. “Are you letting us…?”

“I am. Enjoy,” Mistress Patriot purred.

The two members dropped to their knees at Justice Star’s feet. The heroine watched in shock as they both took a foot in hand, caressed it, and kissed it. Then the two of them began fondling her feet, even as they sucked on her big toes.

Her eyes widened. No one had ever done that before! It felt way too nice.

And then everyone else watched as Tyrone dropped his pants, moved up between her spread legs, and grabbed her tits. He kissed her, grinned, and thrust up into her tight wetness.

“Ugggh!”

Tyrone and the bouncers took their time gangbanging the young beauty into la la land, while the kinksters sucked on her toes and fondled her surprisingly sensitive feet. Justice Star’s mind quickly stilled, not a thought passing through. The Curse of the Valkyrie taking her.

“Justice Star,” Mistress Patriot whispered in her ear as Ozzy pounded into her like a boss. “You are nothing.”

“I…am…nothing,” she repeated in sync with Ozzy’s powerful thrusts.

“I own you, body and soul,” she whispered into the heroine’s ear. “You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

“You are a stupid, helpless slavegirl.”

“I am a slavegirl.”

“You deserve to be a slave.”

“I deserve it.”

Mistress Patriot turned to the two Turned sidekicks. “I think Justice Star will be an excellent addition to the stable.”