by Don Ship
"Kiss my boot again, slave."
After Ms Patriot kissed her boot, Princess Petite walked around behind her and dropped to her knees. She reached up between the super heroine's legs and started messaging her clit through the thin satin of her costume. The petite domme easily and quickly brought her enslaved heroine to two orgasms. That done, she donned a strap-on and proceeded to anally dominate the conquered crusader of justice.
Once she forced a few climaxes, she removed the cuffs and shackles, and fetched some rope. The rope was brightest red. She had Ms Patriot cross her ankles first, and wound the rope around them several times, making elaborate knots. Then she ran the rope up to the super heroine's tiny waist, and again wrapped several strands around her hips to crotch, and around, so that she outlined the Freya's Champion's thong bikini bottoms. Once again, elaborate knots were tied, making Ms Patriot wonder how long and difficult it would be to get out of those bindings.
The red rope was run up the helpless heroine's spine, over her shoulders and then wrapped under and between her boobs to accentuate that so incredible set of assets. So tight, it was difficult to breathe in. She couldn't see them, but felt Princess Petite tying more knots between her shoulder blades.
"Uughh," Ms Patriot grunted when the dominatrix pulled her elbows tightly together and bound them above and below the elbows, and again at the wrists.
And there was still rope left over, which began to worry her.
"Open wide," Princess Petite said, a wicked grin on her pretty face.
"No, please, not a ball gag!" she cried, but it was thrust in her mouth, between her prefect white teeth. The domineering brunette quickly and easily buckled it behind the heroine's head. "Uuuuggghhhmmmm!"
"You should thank me," Princess Petite said. She pinched Ms Patriot's right nipple. "This is really turning you on. Most women don't get that excited, ever. You are sooo into bondage, whether you realize it or not."
With her sexy submissive bound and gagged, the petite domme fetched a step ladder. She set it beside Ms Patriot, then used it to run the end of that red rope hanging off the heroine's wrists through a steel loop in the ceiling. That done, she pulled it tighter and tighter, until Ms Patriot groaned in misery, her arms forced to remain straight, then pulled straight up very high. She rose up as high as she could on her knees, but the rope wouldn't let her come close to straightening up, leaving her shapely rump thrust out.
"Didn't you say you needed a spanking? That you've been a very, very naughty girl?" Princess Petite said, picking up a long, black and red lacquered paddle. It was a baseball bat that had been flattened and shortened into a paddle.
"I won't lie to you, Ms Patriot," she said, smacking her tiny palm with the paddle as she sensuously walked towards her. "This is going to hurt. A lot."
The petite domme proved size didn't matter when it came to dishing out paddlings. The tiny dominatrix swung a mean paddle. It sounded like rifle fire going off. One lick after another, only a second or two apart, for five long, tortuous minutes. Within seconds Ms Patriot's eyes were burning, and erupted in hot salty tears a moment later. She was balling like a baby by the time the domme finished and put her paddle away.
"Don't you feel better after a good cry, darling? Hmm? I know I do. Hahaha!"
Princess Petite released the knot hold the sobbing super heroine up, letting her collapse in a pitiful pile at her booted feet. She fetched a black velvet footstool and set it beside the vanquished costumed vigilante. She showed surprising strength by picking up Ms Patriot a foot off the floor, and maneuvering her over the footstool. Within moments the sniffling super heroine found herself in a new, vulnerable position. Her bound arms were under the stool, which supported her from below the shoulder blades to just past her narrow waist line. Her knees were forced wide by the way the domme bound her crossed ankles.
She felt extremely exposed and vulnerable.
"My God, you're gorgeous. You should consider a career as a bondage model. Your spectacular body looks great in rope," Princess Petite said.
"Hhhuuuummm," she said, shaking her head with worried baby blue eyes.
"You've had pain, now time for some pleasure," she said.
The super sexy domme picked up a very large dildo. Ms Patriot's eyes grew wide. She smiled at the reaction from the hapless heroine, so went on to show her it was a vibrator too. Ms Patriot rolled her baby blues, wondering how she didn't see that coming from a mile away.
"A wanton whore like you will really enjoy this," Princess Petite said, and walked back over. She dropped to one knee beside Ms Patriot, used one hand to spread wide her slippery pussy lips, and thrust the vibrating dildo against the heroine's engorged clit.
Ms Patriot's eyes crossed, and fire erupted deep in her belly. She arched her back even more, and screamed into the red rubber ball gag.
"Mmmmmuuuuuuugggggghhhh!"
"Wow, instant climax. I love it!"
The dastardly dominatrix ripped out five climaxes in quick order, then thrust the dildo deep into her vulnerable vagina. Ms Patriot began to buck between climaxes, groaning wantonly, and panting harshly through her nose. Princess Petite so enjoyed her subject's reactions she spent a good forty minutes dildo fucking her with that insidious vibrator.
"You're lucky my arm's getting tired," she said, nudging Ms Patriot's massive left tit with the toe of her black boot.
Ms Patriot was taken off the footstool and rolled over on her belly. That long length of extra rope was used to bind her wrists to her ankles, and still had more than enough rope to run a taut line to her slender neck, wrapping it around many times.
That done, Princess Petite left.
"Mmm! Mmmgghhh! MMmmmm!"
The dominatrix was gone a long time, making Ms Patriot start to panic. She was afraid she'd be left like that all day.
"Noisy little minx, aren't you?" Princess Petite said, returning minus her pants. Indeed, she now wore only a black latex corset with bright yellow trim, the black thigh boots, and matching black latex opera gloves. "Are we having fun yet? Hmmm? Hahaha! NOT!" She gave Ms Patriot a wicked look. "Not what I'm paid so well for."
Princess Petite looked her hard in the eyes. "If I untie you, will you behave?"
Ms Patriot nodded YES.
"That's my good little super slut," she said, patting her on the head.
She was able to untie the super heroine much faster than Ms Patriot believed possible. Professionals. Well, in no time Ms Patriot was free of all bonds, save the hated ball gag.
"No!" Princess Petite snapped when Ms Patriot reached back to unbuckle the ball gag. "I'll take it off when it is time to be removed. Not before." Then she pointed to the floor at her feet. "Heel, slave. Kneel there. Now!"
Ms Patriot quickly knelt at the petite dominatrix's feet.
I'm bigger than her, Ms Patriot thought, looking the brown-haired beauty over. I could snap her in half without even trying.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nuuunnnnggh," she said, then grimaced around the ball gag. Couldn't answer, so she dropped her eyes.
"Knees wider."
She compiled.
"Nuzzle my foot."
Ms Patriot bent over and nuzzled the offered foot without hesitation, then rose back up on her knees, and then sat back on her legs. And waited for her next command.
"Good girl. Good slave girl," she said. "Your mistress is pleased…so far."
Princess Petite took Ms Patriot to a silver "sex chair" in the corner. It was high backed, with two "stirrups" protruding from it. Ms Patriot was sat in it, her arms pulled high over her head and secured to the top of the chair's back. Then her domme tied her feet into the stirrups, which were then spread very wide, leaving her very vulnerable to sexual exploitation yet again.
The brown-maned dominatrix put on a strap-on, with a ten inch red dildo. Ms Patriot gulped, feeling her body firing up yet again. She tried to calm her body and libido with deep breathes, but it was useless. She was lost, and knew it.
Princess Petite straddled her waist, sat down and managed to guide the dildo into her cunt effortlessly from that awkward position. Once she was well mounted, she leaned forward and started playing with Ms Patriot's monster tits.
"I'm a hopeless tit girl," she said between kisses and nibbles.
The way she was fucking her and playing with her boobs reminded Ms Patriot of Mr. Cocks' use of her the previous night. It was how he conquered her, claimed her as his own. The thought brought her to the apex of climax.
"Mmmmm," she responded. The dildo pumping into her was bad enough, but Princess Petite was the BEST at titty love. It blew Ms Patriot's mind how sensuous, how damn erotic it felt to have her mistress of the moment's tiny feminine hands manipulating her huge tits and hard nipples. Her firm lips, teasing tongue, and taunting teeth were driving her wild. "Mmmmmm-uuuummmm."
Princess Petite removed Ms Patriot's gag. She caressed her lower face with the back of her latex gloved fingers, then traced out her mask with a finger. Then she gently brushed her dark red lips across Ms Patriot slightly parted lips.
"I'm not the only one to bring the Mighty Ms Patriot to heel, am I?" she said, and gently kissed her perfect lips.
"No, Mistress."
"I can tell," she said. "Who else….you said my teacher, Domina Dorothea, didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Who else?" she asked. "Who first conquered your mighty heart, and made you a slave?"
Ms Patriot thought of the stripper, April, but that wasn't really true. She had dominated her, but another tamed her. Another claimed her, heart and soul.
"Mr. Cocks, Mistress."
"The pimp?" she sounded shocked.
"Yes, Mistress. The pimp."
"Have you ever turned tricks?"
"Yes, Mistress. Pretty much, that's what I've been doing all day and last night," she admitted, and suddenly wondered why she was being so damn honest. "But it was King Pimp that first forced me to whore myself, two nights back. I have fifteen hundred and fifty dollars stuffed in my boots for him."
"Wow, a real super heroine whore, aren't you?" Princess Petite said. "A real professional at both."
"In the sexy flesh, Mistress."
"Mmmmm," they both groaned as she kissed the heroine.
Halfway through the kiss, Princess Petite began hammering that strap-on fast and hard. Ms Patriot groaned and moaned, and let her head roll back as her eyes rolled up into her head. It felt heavenly. It felt so right and proper.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeee! Oh, fuck me harder, Mistress!" she cried desperately. "Long and hard."
The tiny domme proved to have amazing staying power. She strap-on fucked her super heroine for fifty-five long minutes. Ms Patriot had no idea how many climaxes she had, but they were coming fast and furious in the last fifteen minutes. She screamed so much her voice changed, becoming rougher and deeper, ravaged.
When Princess Petite finally grew tired and stopped, Ms Patriot's body felt like jelly. She didn't think she could ever stand again. But the domme untied her and dragged her to her knees.
The next two hours was devoted to teaching her to walk sexier, to kneel sexier, to speak more submissively. Ms Patriot was being taught her place, being taught how to be a good little submissive. A good little slave girl, docile and loving.
Right at ten o'clock that morning, Princess Petite's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" she said. "Oh, Janice, how's it going? Great. You'll never guess who I have in my dungeon right now. Ms Patriot! No, I'm dead serious. I saw her outside of my apartment building, and went up to her. Lo and behold, I recognized a submissive in denial, and proceeded to DOMINATE, baby. For the last five hours! Ha ha! YES!" She paused to listen a moment, then went all agog. "No! Ms Patriot AND Patriot Girl both have kinky sex videos on the internet now?" She listened some more, then gawked at Ms Patriot. "Oh my God, did you know Patriot Girl was captured by King Pimp two nights ago? They spent the first night taming her, and now she is hard at work making porno movies by day and hooking at The Palace by night! Isn't that incredible? They unmasked her live on the internet, and my friend says she is Jennifer Jade's young ward, Lynda Lynns."
"Great Freya! No!"
Ms Patriot jumped to her feet and ran out of the apartment, despite Princess Petite commanding her to return. Outside, she paused to look at the towering edifice of The Palace, the largest brothel in the world. Hundreds of girls worked their asses off, literally, in that hellish structure. One of them was her friend, comrade, ward, and protégé, Lynda…PATRIOT GIRL.
"They LIED to me," she cried, baby blues narrowing as she looked upon that infamous den of depravity. "I followed the agreement to the letter, and yet they immediately debased and defiled my sexy sidekick." Her red gloved hands balled up into tight fists. "They will live to regret that betrayal."
Grimme City's favorite super heroine marched straight toward King Pimp's brothel. She found the front door deserted. Not even a doorman. But, she knew the brothel operated twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There were always some girls on duty and ready to serve in that most base of ways.
Ms Patriot strode into the brothel purposely. Inside the entry lobby, she found people. There were maybe a dozen pretty young things in skimpy lingerie, mostly fluttering around the staff members. The staff was all male, big and buff. King Pimp didn't hire skinny or fat bouncers. The men were all over six feet tall, with some up close to seven. They were all wearing black suits with black turtleneck shirts.
Everyone turned to gawk at her when she strode in.
"Hello, miscreants," Ms Patriot said.
"Ah, Ms Patriot-whore is finally here," one of the men sneered. It was a renown street pimp she'd thought she'd run away. His street name was JJ Rod. "What took you so long? Get cock whipped into submission once too many times?"
"Hello, Jerome," she said. He scowled. He hated his given name of Jerome Johnson. "Long time no see. When was the last time we got together? Six months ago? Yes, I remember that night like it was yesterday. I really mopped the floor with your skanky butt that night. I had you crying like a ten year old school girl."
He seethed as he strode up to face her just inches away. He looked like he would explode, so she was ready for anything.
Then a cruel smile spread across his fierce face, "Yes, I recall that night. I was thinking about it last night…while Patriot Girl sucked my dick."
Ms Patriot gasped and took a step back, horrified.
"You monster!"
"And then, I finished it off my thinking about you as I fucked her up the ass."
Ms Patriot hauled off and punched him in the face. JJ Rod staggered back two steps and stopped. He shook his head a second, then looked at the sexy super heroine another second before grinning fiercely.
"It's official, boys!" JJ Rod crowed, eyes filled with wicked glee. "Ms Patriot has been FUCKED stupid. I've been punched by her many times, and that was NOT her usual super powered punch. Freya's Champion is DE-POWERED!"
Ms Patriot gawked at him. She'd forgotten all about that. All of the wicked, predatory smiles turned her way reminded her what a bad thing that could be. But, she was a super heroine, trained to fight while super-powered or not. Those lowlifes still weren't a match to her, a superior woman.
"Super strength is only one aspect to my super heroine talents, miscreant," Ms Patriot said. "I am still more than a match for any of you."
"Maybe, but you're no match against all of us," JJ Rod said.
They started to move towards her. The super heroine knew they had too much of a numerical advantage to fight defensively. She had to take the fight to them and take them all out before they understood what was happening.
The sexy super heroine kicked straight up, hitting JJ Rod in the chin and sending him reeling backwards in the crowd. Then she grabbed the next bouncer by the collar, and hurled him into two more men. Then spinning, over and over, she began sending roundhouse after roundhouse kicks into one junior pimp after another.
"No
ne of you are a match for me," Ms Patriot cried as she kicked a bloody path through King Pimp's junior associates. "I am a Warrior Prime! A superior woman and a super heroine."
"Oh, shut up," JJ Rod growled from behind her.
The statuesque super heroine whirled around, dropping into a fighting position. Just as she located him, cold water splashed into her face. For a second the vivacious masked vigilante was blinded and disconcerted. Ms Patriot gasped and staggered backwards. A second later, as she feared, JJ Rod pounded a fist into her belly, doubling her up.
"Ooff!"
JJ Rod sent a combination to her head and face, then slammed a brutal uppercut to the point of Ms Patriot's chin. Her head snapped back and her feet came off the floor. A second later Ms Patriot landed on the floor with a pained grunt and lay still.
"She's down and OUT!" JJ Rod cried.
Ms Patriot was not, but she lay still to give herself time to recover a bit more. It wasn't easy allowing herself to lay there so vulnerable. The fact the bad guys were gathering around her didn't help.
"Let's fuck her," someone said. "King Pimp is upstairs reaming out her sexy sidekick anyway, so we have time."
"WHAT!?!" Ms Patriot cried.
On her back, the valiant vigilante lashed out with her legs. Men fell with cries of pain and surprise as she hammered them and their legs. About half of them leapt back in time, dropping into fighting stances. She leapt to her feet and attacked.
JJ Rod slipped under her guard, and punched a fist into her ribs. She gasped and fell back, incredulous at the intensity of the pain. She never realized how much her power belt protected her from such pain. But Ms Patriot was highly skilled at compartmentalizing things like pain, so was able to quickly recover and backhand JJ Rod before he could take her out. Again.
With a snarl, Ms Patriot kicked straight up into JJ Rod's crotch. A kick to the nuts would take him out. But he surprised her, and caught her foot. That never happened when she was super strength. Then he started pulling her slowly across the room.
"Hey! Let go of me, or else!"
