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Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Force Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 12

The morning air was unseasonably cool and invigorating. Kelly enjoyed her early morning walk over to Jessica’s place. Indeed, it proved too cool for the outfit Kelly chose: pink tank, white shorts, and sneakers. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Her purse was the largest of the five she owned, since it had to hold her white Casadei Blades. 

Jessica did mess with her when the community gate guards called. She pretended she didn’t know Kelly, and the blonde saw an opportunity to avoid her enemy’s unsavory grasp. But Jessica quickly reversed herself and commanded the guards let Kelly inside. 

A few minutes later, Kelly knocked on Jessica’s door. The brunette answered dressed in a shiny black catsuit and thigh boots, with a predatory cast to her face. Kelly’s first thought was RUN!

Too late. Brad and Malik rushed out from either side of Jessica, seized Kelly, and dragged her inside. The young blonde was forced to all fours in the luxurious entry foyer. The marble floor was as cold as her blood felt.

Jessica squatted before her, and then used a riding crop to lift the blonde’s chin and admire her slave’s trembling pink lips. 

“You are so beautiful,” Jessica purred, leaned over and kissed Kelly. 

It proved to be a lingering kiss. A kiss that left Kelly breathless, flushed, and rubbing her lips together, while wondering why Jessica’s kisses always felt so amazing, felt so right. The busty blonde licked her lips, swallowed hard, and hesitantly offered her lips for another kiss. Jessica’s smile was cruel, but she kissed Kelly with even more passion.

“I hate how gorgeous you are,” Jessica said. “But I adore owning you. I love controlling you. And I’m going to savor every second of debauching you this summer.”

Her words sent ripples through Kelly’s shapely young body. Kelly’s insides got hotter and hotter, feeling so fluttery. Her pussy was wet when she arrived, ready for her long hard day, but Jessica made her cunt sloppy wet and achy. Heart pounding, she panted shallowly and stared at her mistress.

I fought free of prostitution for this? Kelly thought. 

In some ways, what Jessica had in store for her was scarier than what Lil Dog had planned. Jessica intended on humiliating her day in and day out, using sex as just one way to deliver that debasement. While Lil Dog didn’t care about his girls’ feelings and just wanted them to fuck as much as possible to earn as much money as possible. Worse, she realized that if Jessica did destroy her after a long summer of sex and humiliation, Kelly could very well be forced to crawl back to Sin City for a job. Lil Dog might beat her up, but he’d put her to work, too.

I can’t win.

Jessica jerked her out of that dark reverie by standing. “Strip.”

Kelly bit her lip, glance at Brad and Malik, and nodded. Rolling back onto her knees, she pulled her tank top off and released her tits to jostle enticingly. Everyone’s eyes locked on her aroused, erect nipples. So embarrassing. Then she unfastened and wiggled out of her shorts, and pulled off her sneakers. Brad gathered up her discarded clothing and placed everything in a pillowcase. 

“Did you bring your sexy heels like I commanded?”

The blonde beauty nodded, and pulled them out of her purse. Jessica ordered her to put them on and place the purse in the pillowcase.

“You’ll get that back when I release you this afternoon,” Jessica said.

“Afternoon?” Kelly asked. “I get nights off?”

Jessica scowled. “Some nights. My parents rearranged their schedules to spend more time with me in the evening during summer because I’ll be leaving for college this fall. But don’t get too excited, slave. You will attend me at lots of parties into the wee hours.” She leaned in close. “And I’m going to let everyone fuck you.”

That was the first good news Kelly had received. She would get some nights away from her mistress’s tender mercies. 

“What? Not just you, me, and Malik?” Brad asked. 

“Oh no,” Jessica sneered at Kelly. “I intend for my sweet slave to fuck and suck every single boy in our class before the summer is over. And any girl that wants her, too.”

Kelly gawked up at her. There were hundreds of boys in their graduating class. Was that even possible? 

“I’ve already arranged for the baseball team to gangbang her this afternoon,” Jessica said, an evil glint in her eyes. “And the basketball team tomorrow afternoon.”

Before Kelly could process that revelation, Jessica gave her a pair of huge, shoulder-brushing silver hoop earrings to put on. Then she got silver bangles for her wrists. Finally, Jessica buckled a silver studded, black leather slave collar snugly around Kelly’s slender throat and attached a leash.

“Heel,” Jessica commanded. Handing her phone to Brad, “Record everything for me, babe.”

The beautiful cheerleader forced Kelly to crawl beside her on all fours like a dog, while Brad video and audio recorded everything. After they circled the living room, Jessica headed down the stairs into the basement. Brad and Malik followed, eyes locked on the blonde’s shapely butt and exposed pussy.

Kelly found the entire cheerleading squad waiting in the basement. They were sitting in chairs arranged in a big circle. One and all were dressed to the nines in full hair and makeup, sexy short dresses, and high heels. And every one of them locked wicked eyes on the crawling teen beauty.

Jessica led Kelly to the middle of that sexy circle and ordered her to kneel. Brad and Malik stood outside the circle and watched. Kelly glanced nervously at the phone in Brad’s hand, recording more and more blackmail material.

“Kelly Kingsley has submitted to me as a slave girl,” Jessica said. “Didn’t I tell you she’d be easy as pie to tame and claim?”

Her Hot Girl Squad laughed and nodded. Kelly’s face heated up brightly. It got a lot hotter in there, and she struggled to breathe. Jessica lifted her chin again with the riding crop, before leaning down to kiss her. 

“So pretty. So helpless,” Jessica taunted. “So vulnerable and pathetic.” 

The beautiful mean girl suddenly whipped the riding crop up above her head, and then brought it down across Kelly’s naked butt. 

Thwack! 

The pain was exquisite. At first it was so intense, it actually felt COLD. And then pure agony lit up across her satiny buttocks.

“Aaaiieee!”

Thwack! 

“Aaaiiieee!” Kelly screamed, hot tears flowing like rivers. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!”

“As you can see, Miss Goodie-two-shoes Kelly is mine to do with as I please all summer long,” Jessica declared. “I made Kelly Kingsley my bitch. I made her my plaything, my slave. Say it, slave.”

Kelly’s throat clamped tight. She nodded, swallowed the lump as she sniffed loudly, “I-I am your s-slave, Mistress. You made me your bitch. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“I don’t ask, Kelly. I command you,” the brunette sneered. Kelly bit her lip, nodded, and lowered her hot, teary eyes. “Heel.”

Jessica led her straight over to Shawnie. The beautiful blonde cheerleader scooted one stiletto-heeled foot forward. Kelly looked at the sexy pink stiletto pump with a racing heart.

“Kiss it,” Shawnie commanded.

Kelly lowered her lips to the pointy-toe of that expensive designer shoe, and planted a lingering kiss. The cheerleaders all squealed with derisive laughter, clapping their hands in delight.

Jessica gave the leash a little yank. “Clean Shawnie’s shoes with your tongue.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kelly whispered, and proceeded to lick every square inch of both shoes, toe-to-heel, with special emphasis on the tall stiletto heels.

The naked slave girl was then led around to each and every one of the fifteen cheerleaders, where she kissed and licked their sexy feminine footwear clean. Including the soles. Finally, Jessica led her back to the center of the circle.

Moving her right foot forward, “Lick boot, Kelly. Show me your absolute submission and obedience with every kiss and lick.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. How was she supposed to do that? She looked left and right at the eager-eyed cheerleaders. Brad and Malik grinned lecherously down at her from just beyond the circle. The guys looked eager for more girl-on-girl BDSM sex show. And Brad was still recording everything on Jessica’s phone. 

How many hours of my humiliation does she already have locked in that phone?

Kelly looked that shiny black thigh boot over, mouth going dry. 

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered.

The shapely athlete slowly lowered her lips to the toe of Jessica’s right thigh boot. She gave the boot a sensuous, lingering kiss. And then she licked the lip print off, before licking that sexy boot from toe to heel, and then up to mid-thigh. After a repeat performance licking the left boot, her mistress dropped her end of the leash.

“Sit. Stay,” Jessica commanded like she was a dog, making the cheerleaders giggle.

Jessica left the circle to retrieve a bowl of hot water, shaving cream, and a razor. Kelly’s eyes widened, worried about what the brunette had in mind. She didn’t have long to wait. Jessica ordered her to spread her knees as wide as possible, and then forced Kelly to lie back like that, leaving her pussy terribly exposed.

“Aww, she does try,” Jessica taunted. “See the cute little triangle? Since she’s blonde, it is a little hard to see.” She wagged her brows at Kelly as she splashed some water on it, and then squirted shaving cream onto her left hand’s fingers. “So why bother? Let’s just get rid of all that fur.”

The head cheerleader lathered Kelly’s pubic patch up, and then picked up the razor. Kelly’s breath caught when she made that first swipe with the razor. That was the most endangered, most vulnerable and helpless she’d ever felt. That razor was so sharp, so dangerous. One mistake, and Kelly could suffer a terrible injury. But Jessica proved quite proficient, and shaved the All-American softball star quickly and perfectly smooth. 

It left Kelly panting, trembling.

After cleaning her up, Jessica picked up the leash and led Kelly around the circle so each and every cheerleader could check out her work, rub it a little, and then give her shaven pussy a little kiss. Jolene gave it a little tongue, too.

Jessica then had Malik hold Kelly while she retrieved a cup of ice cubes, a long, thick needle, and two silver nipple studs. The sight of them sucked the air out of Kelly’s lungs, heart racing. She wiggled and squirmed, shaking her large jostling tits back and forth, but it didn’t stop Jessica from pinching a nipple, pulling it out a little, and then locking gleeful eyes with the blonde.

“This is going to hurt a little,” Jessica said, and slowly pierced Kelly’s nipple with that wicked needle. The slavegirl cried out, begged her to stop, but Jessica was a woman on a mission. “There. Perfect.”

The hot brunette deftly inserted the silver studs into Kelly’s newly pierced nips. It left the poor blonde panting and trembling, a look of disbelief across her lovely face. Jessica took Kelly’s heavy melons in both hands, lifting them high, before kissing each abused nipple. And then she claimed Kelly’s lips in a deep, demanding mistress/slave kiss that left the blonde’s mind reeling.

“Let her go, Malik,” Jessica said. 

Kelly dropped to her knees, hands coming up to massage her tortured tits. The head cheerleader left the circle again, but Kelly ignored why. She was more concerned with her stinging nipples. But she forgot about them when she saw what Jessica was returning with.

“Is that a bat?”

“It was,” Jessica said. “I arranged to get your favorite wooden bat. I had a guy in woodworking class shave it down flat to make a paddle. I lacquered it black.”

Kelly read “Bitch Tamer” printed in red down the paddle “blade.” Her skin goose-fleshed. There was only one reason to make it, and then bring it within the circle.

“Stand up, Kelly.”

She stared at the paddle a second, licked her lips, and slowly rose up to her stiletto-heeled feet. Jessica ordered her to bend over and grab her ankles. Knees locked straight.

Kelly obeyed, blood running cold. Her butt still stung from the two riding crop strikes. And then she heard “whoosh.”

Thwack!

“Aaaiieee!”

Jessica paddled her from her knees to her butt. It felt like that paddling lasted a year, but probably only took a few seconds. Less than a minute. Yet, it left her shaking like a leaf, tears flowing, and mind in shambles.

“Kelly, my slave girl, listen and obey,” Jessica commanded, eyes flashing her determination. “Kneel.” Kelly dropped to her knees. “Spread those knees wide.” Kelly obeyed. “Now, Kelly Kingsley, rub on out. Masturbate in front of all your enemies. Show us all what a wanton slut whore you are at your rotten core.”

The hapless star athlete’s right hand didn’t hesitate. She snaked that hand between her spread legs, found her sopping wet pussy feeling very hot and trembly. It ached with need, too. Kelly wondered how that could be. Did she actually like being dominated and abused? 

Is Jessica right? I’m a whore at heart?

Kelly started rubbing circles around her slick pussy. Rubbing harder and faster as sexy sensations rippled through her overheated body. And then Malik moved up close to her right, pulled out his dick, and started rubbing it all over her face. Brad came up on her left, and pulled his dick out, too.

“Keep masturbating, Kelly,” Jessica commanded. “But suck them both off at the same time. Give us a sexy little Kelly Kingsley sex show.”

Kelly opened wide, and both men tried to get their dick in first. Brad won the race, and shoved his meat to the back of her throat right away. She went back and forth between Brad and Malik, sucking their dicks, while pushing her body closer and closer to ultimate release. And then just as she peaked, both men took their cocks in hand and whacked off all over her face, tits, and hair. 

“Aaaagggh!” she cried as her body erupted in absolute ecstasy. 

“I have won,” Jessica said. “Kelly is destroyed. She is nothing but fuck meat now.”