Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 46) (Patreon)

Chapter 46

Jade Manor, Saturday, 5:20 AM…

Mistress Patriot stepped out of the party bus. Another four SUVs full of bouncers escorted her, with four more men in the bus with her. Twenty big, powerful, and quite brutal men. Between them, and three empowered Amazons, she had been confident the city’s heroines wouldn’t attack.

She gave the leash a tug, making Justice Star stumble as she followed her out. It was tough enough heeling when exiting a party bus’ steps, while hobbled, handcuffed, and ball-gagged. The fact she’d been gangbanged during the entire trip left her unsteady on her stiletto-heeled feet.

While Mistress Patriot was in her black and white Mistress Patriot costume, all Justice Star wore was her costume’s white thigh boots. The hot little brunette whimpered as she hopped out of the bus in a desperate attempt to not trip again. Mistress Patriot paused to look her over, biting a full red lip at the sight of her new plaything’s cum slathered face, tits, and inner thighs. The vanquished beauty had a dazed look in her lovely hazel eyes.

“Patriot Girl, once we get her down into the Patriot Dungeon, I want you to take her boots. Then take her full costume up to the game room and get it displayed properly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Patriot Girl and Silver Girl followed them out, but ahead of the men. Like Justice Star, they were stripped down to just their boots. They too had “entertained” the men. Mostly fluffing them up to fuck Justice Star. They carried their costumes, and Justice Star’s, bundled up. The men would follow after they redressed, while the other security men piled out of the other four vehicles with eager, hungry eyes.

“Tyrone, the boys in the bus have had their fun,” she commanded. “Have them guard the vehicles and front door. The rest of you follow us down to the dungeon. We’re going to continue the party in Justice Twit’s pussy.”

They entered Jade Manor, heels clattering across the marble floored foyer. Up the stairs Mistress Patriot led them. Straight to her bedroom, and then into her closet. They waited while she opened the Patriot Dungeon and led the way inside. She found the elevator down in the dungeon, so had to wait for its return.

The elevator wasn’t big enough for all of them, so she went down with her girls and eight of the men. The other eight would follow. The lights were on when the elevator doors open, and the sound of soft feminine grunts met them. She quirked a brow, an evil little grin on her masked face.

Leading her newest plaything out, she quickly located the two individuals fucking. Clive had Tabby in a wicked little playstation. It held her throat and wrists against the floor, ass lifted up, and knees and ankles locked down as well. The ancient butler was reaming out the redhead’s butt with gusto. He’d never looked so blissful.

“Having fun, Clive?”

“Immensely, Mistress Patriot.”

“Tabby does have a sweet, tight ass.”

“Mmmm,” the ball-gagged redhead responded.

“Oh, I just noticed the nip clamps,” she said. “I approve. You’re coming along nicely, Clive.”

“I put a clamp on her clit, too,” he said.

“Wow. That’s so naughty.” She looked at Justice Star. “Has anyone ever clamped your clit, my pretty?”

The bleary-eyed heroine blinked, eyes glazing over even more, then shook her head.

“Shame. Tabby clamped my clit for the first time. It. Was. Amazing.” She paused to remember the glory of that pain and pleasure. Her pussy tingled, starting to throb a little. “Yes. Good times.”

She led Justice Star over to a X-shaped rack. The mechanical St. Andrew’s Cross stood upright at a forty-five degree angle at the moment. The dark-haired beauty was press back against it. Miles and Ozzy freed her wrist before stretching them up and out to lock down to the arms of the playstation. At the same time, Patriot Girl and Silver Girl freed her ankles, and then spread her legs to lock down to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

Using a remote control, Mistress Patriot made the playstation roll back until Justice Star was horizontal and spread-eagle, head hanging back and down. Her long brown hair pooled on the floor below.

“Oh, forgive me, Mistress,” Patriot Girl gasped. “I forgot to remove her boots!”

“Well, too late now. We’ll remove them when she’s moved to a new station,” she said. “Have a pair of red thigh boots waiting for her.” Then she turned to Silver Girl. “Gird my loins.”

While Patriot Girl took the rest of Justice Star’s costume up to the game room, the other slave fetched a strap-on with a long, thick dildo. A fake dick with lots of knobs and ridges to intensify the experience. Silver Girl quickly buckled the strap-on around her well-rounded butt and flaring hips. It was all black, to match her villainess costume.

Justice Star looked down her naked body at it, a look of dread filling her expressive eyes.

“Have you ever been strap-on fucked?”

She shook her head.

“Well now, you’re in for a treat,” Mistress Patriot purred, stepping up between her widespread legs. She wrapped a black-gloved hand around the massive shaft, swirled the dickhead around and through her slit, and then pressed up to her entrance. “Look me in the eyes. Do not break eye contact.”

Justice Star whimpered around the ball-gag, but obeyed. Holding her eyes, Mistress Patriot slowly pushed.

“Uggggh,” Justice Star groaned, back bowing.

The helpless heroine knew better than break eye contact, but that strap-on was the biggest, thickest thing ever thrust up into her. Her little hole screamed as it stretched her out. She feared Mistress Patriot would rip her open. Kill her with that monstrosity. But her Valkyrie body adjusted super fast. After the third thrust, with about a quarter of the strap-on inside her, Justice Star felt the pain slowly fading and turning into pleasure. Unwanted pleasure, but vastly better than the pain and agony.

“I knew you’d like that, my pretty little pet,” the evil dominatrix sneered. “And it’s only just begun.”

Mistress Patriot gave her small thrusts, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. Making the hapless heroine feel ever long inch. Tabby had fucked her with that very same strap-on, so she knew exactly what the captured heroine was feeling. Knew the feelings of helplessness, of vulnerability. Of hopelessness and despair. She knew exactly what it felt like to be stripped of her self-esteem. To be reduced to nothing but fuck meat.

Justice Star’s Valkyrie’s psyche was exactly like her own, so she’d break hard. The beautiful heroine’s self-vision would be shattered and be reformed by her mistress.

“You are mine, Justice Star,” she sneered, really starting to thrust long and hard into her. “You are mine to command, to use and abuse, Brandy. You are my slavegirl. Do not try to believe anything else.”

“Mmmmgh,” Justice Star moaned, eyes starting to flutter closed.

“Maintain eye contact!”

“Mmm. Mmmm.”

Justice Star had been gangbanged into the Curse several times back in the House of Joy. Again in the ride over to Jade Manor. So she was still pretty close, so Mistress Patriot expected her to fall back into it even before she climaxed. Hell, her body was still quivering from the drive-time gangbang.

“Mmmmgh,” Justice Star groaned, starting to writhe and buck.

That massive tool’s ridges, especially, rattled her core. It practically vibrated into her pussy.

“Autumn, bring me three clamps.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the blonde teen cried.

Justice Star glanced at her with worried eyes. Mistress Patriot grinned with wicked delight.

“It’s about to get intense, babygirl.”

Silver Girl returned with three simple clamps. The raven-maned beauty took them, snapping the first on her clit.

“Aaaaggghh!”

“I knew you’d react well to that stimulation.”

Mistress Patriot then clamped her right nipple, watched her violent reaction, and finally clamped the other nipple. Justice Star stared into space, an incredulous expression on her unmasked and gagged face. So beautiful. So sexy. Mistress Patriot felt her insides turn hot and fluttery as she slammed into the other heroine’s tight pussy. Her hips slapped louder and louder against Justice Star’s butt and thighs, as they both began to sweat. Wet slaps.

And then her new slavegirl’s eyes rolled up into her head, and the young heroine began thrusting her hips to meet her. Mistress Patriot nodded at Silver Girl, who dropped to her knees and started whispering words of submission and obedience.

“You are a slave. Just a slave. Your will, your desire means nothing. You live only to obey and please with your body.”

“Aaaagggh!” Justice Star screamed, body bucking in orgasmic glory.

Mistress Patriot fucked her through two more climaxes, before her body exploded deep within. Waves of orgasmic pleasure washed through her over and over and over as she continued to thrust into Justice Star’s tight wetness. Until, she teetered atop wobbly legs and stumbled back out of her new slavegirl.

“Tyrone, you and Ozzy are up first,” she gasped out. “Fuck her raw. Fuck that bitch stupid. I want you boys to run trains on her mouth and pussy.”

Tyrone and Ozzy moved up quickly. Tyrone went up between Justice Star’s legs, and thrust deep into her right away. The hapless beauty grunted and bucked, head rocking. Then Ozzy lifted her head, unbuckled the ball-gag, and pulled it out with a wet pop. Then he lowered her head, pressed his cock to her slack lips, and thrust in deep.

“Mmmmmmgh.”

Silver Girl continue to whisper brainwashing words of obedience and submission. Patriot Girl returned, and dropped to the other side of Justice Star to help brainwash her. Mistress Patriot smiled, loving to see everyone working together like a well-oiled machine. A slavegirl making machine.

“Mmmm,” Tabby moaned.

She walked over, admiring the way the elderly butler pounded that pussy. She had many pleasurable memories of fucking Clive, back when she was Mistress Tabitha’s slavegirl.

“Stop,” she commanded Clive, looking Tabby’s sweat-shiny body over. “I want a taste of her sweet honey.”

He pulled out and stepped to the side, cock remaining rock hard. She smiled at him, before dropping to her knees behind Tabby’s raised butt. Mistress Patriot grabbed Tabby sweetly thicc butt, squeezing. Then she leaned in and licked her sweat-soaked left butt cheek.

“Mmm, salty good.”

Mistress Patriot buried her face in Tabby’s exposed butt crack. She started by licking all of the pre-cum and man cum drooling down across her quivering pussy. Then she licked her way up to cornhole her ass with her tongue.

“Mmm, so good. Sometimes I hate how much I’ve learned to love performing anilingus,” she purred. Mistress Patriot sat back on her legs, licking her lips. Then she slanted a look at Clive’s erection. “Oooh.”

It was less than a foot away. Within striking distance. Her mouth watered, throat tightened. Looking up, she caught and held his eyes.

The raven-maned beauty shifted to the side, wrapped a hand around Clive’s cock, and then teased his pisshole with the tip of her tongue.

“Mmmm, Tabby tastes good on you,” she whispered, and then swirled her tongue around and around his sensitive glans. Until… “Mmmmmmm.”

Her moan was long and soulful as she went down on her butler. Good memories, good feelings filled her as she sucked his cock. Mistress Patriot grabbed and squeezed his butt, continue to bob up and down his shaft as she tried to make him come super fast. She wanted to taste his cum. She needed it in her mouth. She couldn’t stop until it was down in her belly.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmm. Mmm.”

Clive clutched her head, his face slanted up as the pleasure washed through him. She felt his dick swell a little more, so she intensified her efforts until…

“Yes,” he cried softly, his come flooding her mouth.

“Mmmm, delish,” she purred. “So good. Mmmm.” She sat back, licking her lips, and smiled up at Clive. “Thank you. That was great.”

She turned to see that Tyrone had finished with Justice Star, replaced between her legs by Jessie. But the black bouncer wasn’t finished. He was kneeling behind Silver Girl and sodomizing her while she continued to whisper in Justice Star’s ear. All while the other bouncers stood around and watched, waiting for their turns on Justice Star.

“We’re going to break her fast and perfectly,” she whispered. “Justice Star will be mine as profoundly as Patriot Girl before the weekend is over.”