Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 49) (Patreon)

Chapter 49

Sugar Town, Monday, 8:50 PM…

Tanika paused to look her naked body over in the full-length mirror. The thirty year old beauty’s body rocked, with large natural boobs, narrow waist, and flaring hips. She cupped and lifted her right tit, giving it a little squeeze and digging long black nails into the satiny soft flesh.

“A body designed by horny gods to please men,” she whispered.

She was descended of the Norse Valkyrie on her mother’s side. Indeed, both her mother and grandmother had been super heroines. Her grandmother was captured by a black criminal, who got a daughter off her. Then that daughter, her mother, became a heroine only to be captured by gangbangers there in Grimme City. Both her mother and grandmother were eventually captured by human traffickers and taken away forever.

She had no idea if either was still alive, but thought not. Mostly, she tried to not think about it, but since her capture and unmasking she couldn’t stop. She barely escaped the same fate, yet she kind of didn’t. Like her mother and grandmother, she was dragged down into the gutter. A sex worker. A hooker. A whore.

“I’m better than that,” she whispered, looking herself in the eyes. “Justice Star believed in me. Now I must believe in me, and do the right thing.”

She picked up black latex pants. They were high-waisted, so shiny sexy. They became a second skin on her body. So tight she couldn’t wear underwear. Hell, she couldn’t wear them if she even had a pimple on her butt. That tight and revealing.

“I guess I’m stuck with that camel toe.”

Tanika picked up the top. It was a matching latex top, very tight, very revealing, and barely covered her nips. Indeed, the top of both areolas peeked out above. Next she pulled on matching fingerless opera gloves, before buckling a silver-studded, black leather collar around her slender throat. Then she accessorized with patent thigh boots and silver jewelry.

Walking over to the vanity, she picked up a black leather cowl. A little fashion glue, and she pushed it down over her head, the mask part over her face. It was stiff leather, so felt like a tight helmet. But it also made her feel safe in a way her Purple Avenger mask no longer did.

“I am Lady Toya,” she declared. 

That reminded her. When she declared herself Purple Avenger it meant she’d put on her power belt, and had super powers. She couldn’t wear her Object of Power in that outfit, so she was going in without any physical advantages.

“But I’m assuming a secret identity nonetheless.”

Lady Toya took a moment to slide on red lipstick, then picked up her black purse, and headed for the door. Downstairs, she got into her car and drove the short distance to Sugar Town. There was no parking at the House of Joy, so she found a spot at the curb just two blocks away, and struck out with a sassy strut.

Street people watched her intently, many men doing double takes. Two would-be johns propositioned her. 

And then…

House of Joy. Wow. I’m really going to do this.

She plastered on a big smile, with a little dominatrix attitude, and made for the entrance. The doorman stopped her.

“Are you a member of the House of Joy?” he asked.

“I’m here to join,” she said. “So, no, I’m not a member yet.”

“Very good, Mistress,” he said, opening the door. He escorted her inside and to a side room. The membership office, staffed by a single very hot young woman. “Jessy, she would like to become a member.”

Lady Toya smiled at the beautiful brunette. It wasn’t easy, but she kept recognition off her masked face. Jessica Ann Hamilton had been Mistress Tabitha’s personal assistant. A certified genius, she earned her MBA at the age of twenty-two. But she also paid for her education by working as a dominatrix in the House of Joy.

Jessy stood up, revealing she wore a red latex tube dress and matching stiletto pumps. A stainless steel collar encircled her neck.

Did Mistress Patriot subjugate her as well?

“Hi, I’m Jessy,” she said, extending her hand.

“Hello, I’m Lady Toya. Pleased to meet you.”

Jessy had her fill out paperwork, including a credit card to charge her membership fees, and other fees like if she hired one of the staff for personal time. The undercover heroine was prepared. She’d created a new secret identity — La Toya Chambers — and had a special Visa gift card that acted just like a credit card. She just had to keep enough money in it to cover all of her charges. 

Membership was a little higher than expected. I might have to work longer hours to cover this.

Once the paperwork was done, and the membership fee cleared, Jessy stood up. Lady Toya was shown the women’s dressing room, and given a locker to leave her purse. The brunette then escorted Lady Toya out into the main parlor, and straight up to Mistress Patriot. Lady Toya’s belly tightened, but outwardly she remained cool, calm, and collected. This was her first test.

“Mistress,” Jessy said softly, submissively. “May I introduce you to our newest member, Lady Toya?”

Mistress Patriot turned from the kinkster she was speaking with. Baby blues looked Lady Toya up and down, before she smiled and hugged her. 

“Welcome, Lady Toya. I think you’ll find a nice selection of submissives here, both staff and members. A lot of the membership, both male and female, will love submitting to such a beautiful woman.”

“Thank you, Mistress Patriot. I’m eager to wade in and sample all the dark delights.”

“Come. Allow me the honor of showing you around,” Mistress Patriot said. She indicated the man she was speaking with. He was a thirty-something white man, looked wealthy, wearing just a black leather banana hammock. “This is Master Jax.”

He stared at her like she was the sweetest piece of candy in the store.

“A pleasure, Master Jax.”

“The pleasure is mine, Lady Toya,” Master Jax said with a sexy growl. “Look me up if you ever want to bottom to a real man.”

“Oh my. That’s pretty tempting,” she said. “If I ever change my stripes.”

“Speaking of stripes,” Mistress Patriot said, looking down. 

A hot redhead submissive was on the floor at their feet, crawling with feline grace. Her body was striped with orange paint to match her hair, and she had furry cat ears on. Whiskers drawn on her face.

“Meet Kitten.”

Lady Toya leaned over and stroked the submissive’s silky hair. Kitten purred prettily. Then she playfully bit Lady Toya’s thigh booted leg, before lowering her face down to her booted foot and started licking. Mistress Patriot handed over her riding crop.

“This is what she really wants.”

That kind of shocked the undercover heroine. But she smiled knowingly to cover. Kitten moved over to her left boot, licking and purring, her sweetly rounded butt held up high and easily reached with the crop.

“Such a sweet little kitten,” Lady Toya purred, given her soft, smooth butt a caress. Then she lifted the crop, and brought it down firmly, but not too hard. Thwack! A test swat. “Is that too hard?”

“Mmm. Harder,” Kitten purred. “A lot harder please.”

Mistress Patriot winked at her and turned away. “You two have fun.”

Lady Toya found herself committed. So she swatted Kitten’s butt, over and over, harder and harder until the submissive suddenly cried out and started quivering. She watched the submissive collapse, panting furiously, a look of bliss on her face. 

She climaxed from a whipping? Wow.

Kitten rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. She held Lady Toya’s eyes, biting her lip, as one hand snaked down to start rubbing her clit. Lady Toya recognized the offer in her pleading eyes. Others were watching so she dropped to one knee beside the submissive. Leaning over, she kissed her warm lips, wrapped one hand around her throat to hold her down, and then started masturbating Kitten.

She forced the submissive to climax two more times before the young beauty’s body language said she’d had enough. 

“How are you feeling, Kitten?” she asked. “Was that what you wanted? Could I make it better for you in the future?”

“It was awesome, Mistress,” Kitten whispered breathlessly. “Puurfect.”

Kitten sat up and offered her lips. Lady Toya kissed her, and the submissive quickly turned it into an open-mouth kiss. Not surprising her mouth tasted like cum. 

Keeping the riding crop, Lady Toya strolled around the main parlor and spoke with a few of the other members. Then she wandered into the dungeon. She stopped three steps in, breath catching.

Straight ahead, just five feet away, Silver Girl was stretched atop a padded bondage horse. They had her tied down, face up, head and legs hanging off opposite ends. All she wore was her silver opera gloves and knee boots. A man was deep-throating her, while a woman was strap-on fucking her. 

Averting her face, she found herself staring at Patriot Girl. She was in full costume, including mask, but her wrists were bound to her other arms’ elbows, ankles and knees tied close, and an anal hook up her butt. The anal hook was tied tightly to her ponytail. A large black man stood before her, holding her balanced atop her knees, and was rocking her back and forth. Oh yeah, she was ring-gag and he was fucking her mouth.

She turned around and went the other way around the dungeon. In a back corner, she found another familiar face. Tabitha. Formerly known as Mistress of the House of Joy. From what she’d heard, Mistress Patriot had renamed her Tabby. And the redhead was on all fours low on the floor. The playstation had her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles strapped down to the floor, holding her in that position, butt lifted for easy access.

And no one was fucking her.

“Would you like to play with her?” an Asian in dominatrix latex and leather asked. She held out her hand. “I’m Madam Vu.”

Shaking her hand. “I’m Lady Toya. Pleased to meet you. I’m a new member. My first night.”

“Welcome,” Madam Vu said. She indicated Tabby. “She’s been a bad slave girl this evening. Poor little whore is being punished like a bad girl should be. I’d appreciate it if you strap-on fucked that pussy.”

“Mmm,” Tabby said around the bright red ball-gag. She wiggled her butt. “Mmmm.”

“That’s her begging for some hot girl-on-girl action.”

“She’s quite beautiful and sexy like that.”

Madam Vu signaled a staff slavegirl. The hot little Latina hurried over with a strap-on. The Asian dominatrix helped her buckle it down snugly around Lady Toya’s hips and butt. Then the Latina quickly lubed up the ten inch dildo.

Lady Toya discovered she was breathing heavily, and felt a certain cruel eagerness. Tabitha was the root cause of everything bad that happened. She was the one that broke and Turned first Patriot Girl, and then Ms Patriot. And she’d caused Purple Avenger’s capture and desecration. She destroyed all of them. All her fault.

Dropping to her knees behind Tabby, she paused to admire her amazing body. The big tits were obviously fake, but still impressive. Her body was otherwise spectacular, especially displayed so salaciously. So she guided that monster dildo to Tabby’s quivering cunt lips, pushed into her slit, and then up to her entrance. Tabby stiffened, holding her breath, eyes huge.

“Ugggh!” the redhead gasped when Lady Toya thrust deep into her pussy.

Right hand yanking Tabby’s long hair, left hand spanking her left butt cheek over and over and over, Lady Toya pounded into her mercilessly. Getting her pound of flesh out of that wicked woman. Fucking her raw.

Thwack!

“Take it, Tabby!”

Thwack! Thwack!

“Nothing but big-ass cocks and dildos for you.”

Thwack!

“Aaagggh!” Tabby screamed around the ball-gag. 

Her body bucked and trembled in orgasmic bliss. And Lady Toya continued to fuck her. She fucked her long and hard.

Damn. Am I kinky? she wondered. I’m enjoying myself way too much.