Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 52) (Patreon)

Chapter 52

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Omega Girl grunted in sync with the deep thrusts into her body. “Ugh.”

All the vanquished vigilante wore was her costume gloves and boots. Her wrists were bound to her other arms’ elbows. A hobble chain stretched between her ankles. That made doggie style the most convenient sexual position. So her captors kept her, Ninja Girl, and Shewolf bent over on their knees while street people and homeless men fucked them doggie style for five dollars a pop.

“¡Ay caramba!” Shewolf screamed to her left. The sexy Latina was bucking, getting cornholed by an ancient homeless man. “¡Si! ¡Si! Faster! Please, faster!”

“Oooooooh,” Ninja Girl groaned, a look of pure bliss on her lovely unmasked face.

The Asian beauty quivered like crazy, lost in the throes of climax, as a big black gangbanger pounded into her like a man gone mad. Then another gangbanger dropped in front of the hapless heroine, cupped her face, and guided his big dick straight into her mouth. She started sucking. “Mmmmm.”

Omega Girl slanted a look back at the drug pusher fucking her. Darius was the scum of the earth. Mostly sold to hookers, but also to kids. She’d arrested him just three weeks back. Now he was out on bail fucking his pound of flesh out of her.

She felt her body changing, sliding into that rise to climax yet again. Omega Girl closed her eyes, biting her lip, and let it happen. Climaxes were the only thing she had now. Her only joy. Her only pleasure. And at least Darius was forced to stop punching her in the ribs.

“Oh, Goddess save me,” she gasped out, feeling her body peaking. And then her insides erupted. “Aaagggh!”

Darius barked a laugh. He pulled out, dragged her around to face him, and shoved his dick into her mouth. Omega Girl struggled with such a big cock, but she sucked and did her best. His right hand was curled into a fist already, probably anticipating her to refuse. Nope. Not going to give him an excuse to beat her any more.

One of her captors stepped up. “Dude. Dude! You’re taking too fucking long. That’s not a five dollar fuck. Finish, or pay for more time.”

The pusher scowled at the street thug, but also relaxed and let it happen. Finally. Omega Girl put extra effort into getting him off, and then hot, thick cum bathed her tongue.

“Mmmm.”

Jack came striding up. “Alrighty now, everyone finish up quickly,” he shouted. “I’ve sold these cunts to Mistress Patriot and the House of Joy.”

“Oh, Goddess, no,” Omega Girl groaned, head dropping. “It’s not fair.”

“You don’t deserve fair, ho,” Darius snarled, and slapped her to the ground.

Her face stung like fire. Everything hurt so much more while she was depowered. Omega Girl hated it so much.

All my fault, she thought, looking left and right at her comrades in crime fighting. If I hadn’t talked them into trying to get inside the House of Joy, we’d all be home right now. Not in some stinking alley fucking all comers.

Jack snatched her up by the hair. Omega Girl stood before him, trembling, body still in the afterglow. She felt so profoundly weak. Her captors had kept the three heroines awake and fucking since capture. Nonstop sex and abuse. Maybe twenty hours. His free hand groped her roughly, painfully. Probably on purpose because he was just that kind of jerk. But she barely had the energy to react.

A few minutes later Shewolf joined her, and then finally Ninja Girl. The Asian beauty looked dazed, cum drooling off her chin. Then leather collars were buckled around their necks, leashes attached. Three bound, hobbled, and mostly stripped super heroines were led out of the alley and out into the bright neon lit streets. 

Jack led the way, leading Omega Girl away on wobbly legs. Ninja Girl and Shewolf followed, forced to heel by their handlers. The street people greeted them with cheers and jeers. Lots of hands reaching to touch them. Omega Girl was groped in all her most personal places. A few yanked her long hair. One hooker swatted her butt as she passed by.

They were only two blocks away. Jack led them around to the front entrance, making a big show of it. A crowd formed, shouting obscenities and suggestions. The House of Joy bouncers and doormen quickly surrounded them, protected them from the angry crowd. Omega Girl found herself really wanting to get inside quickly, despite understanding her life would take a dramatic downturn the second she was turned over to Mistress Patriot.

I can’t believe it ends in such a disgraceful place, she thought. 

One of the bouncers, Ozzy, copped a feel as he grinned at her with wicked glee. Her blood ran cold. She couldn’t imagine Mistress Patriot NOT allowing all of the employees to use and abuse the captured super heroines. Everyone seemed to want to stick their nasty dick inside her and other heroines.

Jack yanked her leash, forcing her to stumble forward. She trudged behind him, through the door, and into the garish main parlor. Mistress Patriot sat atop an ornate throne, wearing her black and white costume, sans mask. Instead of a choker she wore a silver studded collar. Riding crop in her right hand.

Patriot Girl knelt to her right, Silver Girl to her left, and Justice Star before her and licking boot. The auburn-maned beauty’s throat tightened, belly clenched. Yet, her pussy throbbed. Her body understood in the most profound way what was about to commence. 

“What a beautiful sight,” Mistress Patriot purred. She tapped Justice Star’s head, and the brunette stopped licking and shifted to the side. “Display my newest purchases, please.”

Omega Girl was led up to the dais, forced to kneel before Mistress Patriot. Ninja Girl had to kneel to her left, Shewolf to her right. Side-by-side, the super heroines faced their grim fate as stoically as they could muster. She noticed both of her friends were trembling just as badly as her.

Jack waved another man up. He stepped up close to Mistress Patriot, placing a shopping bag at the head dominatrix’s booted feet.

“That is the rest of their costumes, including their masks and Objects of Power,” Jack said. “As agreed upon.”

Omega Girl’s breath caught. If Mistress Patriot had their Objects of Power, then she could brainwash them into being super-powered minions like Patriot Girl and Silver Girl. She looked left and right, sharing worried looks with her friends. 

Mistress Patriot looked through the bag, ensuring everything was there, then sat it to the right of her throne. The three previously captured and subjugated heroines were currently in their full costumes, so Omega Girl figured that was her future as well. Prostituted as a former super heroine.

“You belong to me, girls,” Mistress Patriot purred.

She thrust out her thigh-booted legs, spread wide, balanced atop tall stiletto heels. She pointed at Shewolf, then Ninja Girl.

“Start licking my boots. And it better be pretty, or else.”

Both busty heroines whimpered. They stared up at her with their arms bound behind their backs, ankles hobbled, and seemed to shrink within themselves. Then Ninja Girl shuffled forward on her knees, leaned over, and started licking. Shewolf whimpered again, but followed her lead. She shuffled forward, and started kissing and licking the other booted foot. Omega Girl stared at them in horror a long moment, before looking up at her new mistress. 

“Omega Girl,” she sneered, reaching down and unfastening the nether closure in her thong, exposing her shiny wet pussy. “You get the main prize. Eat cunt, you little cunt.”

Omega Girl swallowed the lump in her throat, nodded, and crawled up between the bigger, meaner, stronger woman’s legs. She looked up, captured by Mistress Patriot’s fierce baby blues, and kissed that wet ass pussy. Finally, she started lapping up the love juices. Soon, she pressed in harder and started eating pussy properly.

“You worthless little pussies belong to me now. My slaves. My fuck meat. Bondage playthings for all my friends and members to enjoy.”