Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 53) (Patreon)

Chapter 53

“Good girl,” Mistress Patriot purred, grinding her pussy harder against her new slave’s mouth.

Omega Girl blinked, struggling to control her emotions as she sucked on her new mistress’s clit. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, cruelly wrist-to-elbow. Her ankles remained hobbled, though she’d noticed that Shewolf’s hobble chain had been removed by the men gangbanging her.

“Mmm,” Ninja Girl moaned. Slurp. The beautiful Asian was sucking on a set of balls, while another man reamed out her butt. Sluurrp! “Mmm.”

Omega Girl’s throat tightened. She and her friends had already endured over twenty hours of sexual use and abuse. Not allowed to sleep, or even recover for five minutes after each man, they’d been fucked so long and hard even the Curse subsided within them. But their minds remained clear and open.

Eating pussy had allowed her to recover a little physically and emotionally. There was just something about one cock after another constantly forcing her to climax that eating pussy didn’t do to her. But how long would her “lesbian” reprieve be? She had no doubt that Mistress Patriot would give her to another man, or multiple men, at any minute. And then her brain would shut down and open up to suggestion again.

Mistress Patriot had called up members, men, to pull first Shewolf, then Ninja Girl, off boot licking duty. Both heroines were totally engrossed in their sex acts, eager to please and be pleased. Omega Girl knew she’d be in the same position soon, and that none of them were likely to ever escape. While their captors fucked the heroines into submission, the Valkyrie dominatrix knew how to fuck them into obedience.

“Lady Spite, take control of Shewolf,” Mistress Patriot commanded. “Madam Vu, I want you to take Ninja Girl. Then parade them around the parlor, introduce them to the members in the nicest ways.”

The two staff dominatrixes took up their leashes, but allowed the men humping the two beauties to finish before leading the hapless heroines away. Omega Girl redoubled her efforts eating pussy, not wanting to be paraded around and introduced to anyone. 

“Mmm. Mmm,” she moaned, lapping her mistress’ drenched slit end-to-end, over and over. Then she forced her tongue up into her love canal, before returning to her sensitive little nub. “Mmmm.”

“Mmm, yes,” Mistress Patriot whispered, just a little breathless. “Just like that. Suck that clit, slave. Just like….Uh. Oooooooooooh.”

Girl cum flooded Omega Girl’s mouth, drenched her chin and neck as it flowed down into her deep cleavage. She lapped it up. Trying to continue pleasing. Trying to escape the inevitable.

“Lady Toya,” Mistress Patriot said, voice drenched in sexual satisfaction. “Would you like to take control of this lovely super cunt?”

“I would love that, Mistress Patriot,” a sultry feminine voice said.

She felt someone come up behind her. Omega Girl pulled back away from that quivering pussy, slanting a look back and up to find a black woman in a black cowl looming over her. Her eyes locked on the riding crop in the new dominatrix’s right hand. Lady Toya took up her leash and gently pulled her back and away from the head dominatrix. The shapely dominatrix forced her to remain on her knees as she led her away from the throne.

Just five feet away, Lady Toya stopped and scooted a thigh-booted foot forward. 

“Kiss it. Lick it,” she commanded. “And make it pretty, or you’ll feel this riding crop.”

“Okay,” she whispered, leaned over to kiss the toe and toppled over. Face-planted atop Lady Toya’s foot. “Please forgive me, I’m so tired, so weak, I can’t…”

“Hush, slave, no one cares,” Lady Toya said, and brought the riding crop down across her naked butt cheeks. Thwack! “Get up and kiss my boot.”

Thwack!

Omega Girl whimpered. That riding crop hit so hard! The pain was exquisite! Stinging pain reverberated throughout her shapely body, while her butt felt like it was on fire.

“Are you ignoring me, slave?”

Thwack!

The bound beauty bucked and writhed, striving to get back to her knees. Tears flowing, she struggled to keep her balance as she leaned over that extended foot again. She barely managed to kiss the toe without falling over again. 

“That’s it?”

“I don’t have any balance with my arms tied like this.”

Thwack! Thwack!

“You will address me properly, slave!”

Thwack! Thwack!

“Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”

That mollified Lady Toya. She regarded the slavegirl with a frown. Then she motioned a man over. Omega Girl looked him over with worried eyes. The man was completely naked, with a cock ring around his erection. He was an averaged height and weight white man, with a very hairy chest and neatly trimmed beard. 

“Sodomize her, but I want you to untie her arms at the same time.”

“Hell yeah,” he said. 

The man pressed up behind Omega Girl, thrust up into her hot, wet pussy, and pounded it a dozen times. Felt so fucking amazing, but then he pulled his soaking wet dick out of her, lifted it up to her puckered anus, and thrust in hard and deep. 

“Uggggh!”

His hand grabbed her shoulders in vicelike grips, and he went to town on her butt.

“Ha ha! She felt that.”

Mr. Buttfucker released her shoulders after a moment and began fumbling with her knots. Mostly he reamed out her butt, but she felt him making progress on her cruel arm-bindings.

“Oooh,” she moaned, insides melting into a fluttery mush. “Mmmmgh.”

Lady Toya cupped her face, leaned over, and kissed her. Then the dominatrix waved another slave over.

“Get me a strap-on. A big one. With ridges.”

Omega Girl knew what that meant. She groaned, body changing again. Becoming more aroused, more sensitive to every touch. She felt that thrusting cock profoundly, reaming out her ass so well. Her pussy throbbed with achy need, as she felt him pushing her closer and closer. He became more frantic, pounding into her harder and faster, his hips slapping her butt cheeks louder and louder.

“Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess!”

Lady Toya pushed her thumb into the heroine’s mouth. Omega Girl started sucking like it was a dick, while Mr. Buttfucker pushed her to the brink. And then her insides erupted like a volcano.

“Aaaagggh!”

The man barked a laugh. “I fucked a super heroine!”

He pulled out, and shot hot, sticky cum all over Omega Girl’s butt, upper thighs, and lower back. She was pretty sure it got into her hair, too. Yet, it kinda felt good. As it cooled, the cum soothed her still stinging butt.

Lady Toya shoved the man aside. She kicked the auburn-haired beauty onto her back, grinning down as the heroine just lay there quivering. The other slavegirl hurried up, strap-on in hand. Lady Toya and the slave quickly got that insidious sex toy buckled down snugly in place around her hips and butt. The beautiful black woman wagged her brows, and then dropped to her knees to straddled Omega Girl’s left thigh.

“Oh,” Lady Toya said, frowning. Then she removed the hobble chain. “Better. Shall we?”

Omega Girl, still in the erotic throes of climax, just stared up at the other woman. Lady Toya lifted the heroine’s right leg up, flipping it over her left shoulder. Then she guided that massive strap-on to the hapless heroine’s quivering pussy lips, pushed up to the entrance, and held the heroine’s eyes.

“Ready or not, here YOU come again.”

That made the members watching laugh. 

“Ugggh! Ooooooh,” Omega Girl cried when Lady Toya mounted her.

Well, she didn’t just mount that pussy. She tore it up, pounding deep inside, starting a brutal beat right away. Omega Girl bucked and cried out, while the mistress hugged her leg. Lady Toya kissed and licked her Tiffany blue thigh boot, up and down including the tall stiletto heel. All while relentlessly pounding that singing pussy. She quickly pushed the already climaxed and aroused beauty over the top again, and again.

“Aaaaggh!”

Lady Toya pulled out, flipped Omega Girl to all fours, and then thrust back in.

“Oooooh!”

“Yes, this little slut likes it,” Lady Toya sneered. “Super heroines are all repressed sluts.”

The members laughed and nodded. All in agreement. Even Mistress Patriot grinned big, not challenging her statement. 

The African-American beauty snatched her up by the hair, pulling her up off her hands and back against her. One arm went around Omega Girl, holding her tightly to the dominatrix’s chest while she strap-on fucked her stupid. Then Lady Toya started kissing her shoulder, neck, and up to her ear.

“Be ready,” Lady Toya whispered. “I’m going to give you a moment to recover, than lead you on all fours right next to the bag with all of your Objects of Power.”

Omega Girl nodded. Really? She was there to save her? The other two heroines were side-by-side being spit-roast gangbanged. All of them climaxed so many times since capture they couldn’t begin to know how many times. While climaxing didn’t take away her power of flight or fast healing, sexual frustration fueled super heroines super strength and magical shield against bullets.

And she wasn’t even feeling normal girl strength at the moment.

It’s my only chance, if she isn’t just playing with me.

Lady Toya made her climax one more time. Then she pulled out, stood up, and stepped in front of the huffing and puffing heroine. The dominatrix scooted her right foot forward and arched a brow. Omega Girl understood, nodded, and struggled to all fours. She crawled up, and then lowered her trembling lips to the toe of that shiny black boot. She kissed it. Licked it. And then started working her way around to the tall, skinny heel. 

The crowd watching started to disburse, recognizing the show was pretty much over. But at the same time, like Lady Toya said, she was able to take her time and recover from all of those climaxes. Omega Girl licked every square inch of that first boot, then Lady Toya made her to it all over again on the other. As she finished licking, kissing, and nuzzling, at the very top, Omega Girl locked eyes with the dominatrix.

She gave the faintest of nods. Lady Toya licked her lips, and stepped back. She picked up the leash and turned in the direction of the throne.

“Heel.”

Omega Girl covertly stared at the shopping back with all three Objects of Power, as well as the rest of their costumes. She kept her face passive, projecting abject submission and obedience as she slowly crawled closer and closer. Mistress Patriot looked preoccupied with the gangbanging of Shewolf and Ninja Girl. 

Lady Toya led her right up to the throne, to the side. As she came even with the shopping bad, Omega Girl cried out as she surged to her feet. She spun into a savage roundhouse to Mistress Patriot’s very surprised face. Lady Toya and other women screamed as men shouted angrily. 

Snatching the shopping back up, her hand plunged in and immediately found the solid choker, with the golden etched omega sign. She snapped it around her neck, feeling power flow. Not super strength, but she was able to lift a few inches off the floor. And just in time. Both Lady Toya and Ozzy came charging in to tackle her. Only Lady Toya “accidentally” got in Ozzy’s way, and they bounced off each other.

Omega Girl surged straight at the other two captured heroines. She flew straight into Ninja Girl, on all fours, and swept her up and away. The Asian heroine over her left shoulder, allowing her to fly into Shewolf’s flank and take her on the right shoulder.

The auburn-maned heroine struggled under their dead weight, but she flew through the scattering, frightened crowd. Straight to the closed main entry, which she slammed into and burst open. Then she turned up and away, as front door security and the crowd on the street cried out.

“Thank the Goddess!” she gasped out, clearing the first roof. “And Lady Toya.”

The weight of her burden quickly overwhelmed the depowered heroine. She began a steep descent despite her best effort, so veered toward the closest dark alley, but a homeless man stepped out of the darkness within and she crashed into him.