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Chapter 15 - BAD ENDING

Kelly moved quickly and stealthily through the darkness. She came up to the million-dollar Albright home from the rear, peeking over the back fence at their spa-like backyard.

Empty, she thought. I bet they’re down in the basement.

The fact that Jessica was having her little “Destroy Kelly Party” at the house meant her parents were out for the evening. She’d heard there was a big charity event that night, so they would definitely attend as two of the community’s most prominent physicians.

It was just after dark. Jessica had released Kelly from sexual slavery just two hours earlier, while ensuring the blonde that she’d been a perfect little slavegirl and thus earned her freedom free of worry. Jessica had actually pinky-promised to delete all of the sex tapes. Yeah, Kelly might’ve even believed her if she hadn’t overheard the truth for herself.

Bitch.

Slipping over the fence, Kelly quickly made sure no one was in the pool house. The upstairs bedroom was still a mess after the last gangbang Jessica had forced her to give up. Kelly scowled at the rumpled bed, and the pair of bright red thigh boots discarded on the floor. Those boots, and a matching collar, were all Jessica had allowed her to wear during that intense, hours-long session three days back. It was especially intense because it was all fifteen cheerleaders on the team gangbanging her with hard rubber strap-ons. Big, monster-sized strap-ons at that.

Bitches, one and all.

The memories dancing around her head left the busty blonde breathless, hot, and sweaty. Her insides trembled, and then she felt her pussy leaking love juices. She shook those wicked thoughts away, grimly wondering how many years it would take to vanquish all those memories and the feelings they’d summoned within.

Kelly moved up to the back door and tested it. Unlocked. She paused to smile, a tingle rippling through her shapely body. Finally, something was going right for her.

She tugged down on the bill of her baseball cap, then touched the blue mask glued to her face. Kelly wasn’t sure why she’d worn a mask, because who else would know about and try to destroy the sex tapes? Duh. Yet, she felt safer, felt empowered behind that mask. She actually felt like a super heroine, Bisbee’s own Blonde Justice.

She also wore her usual sports bra, shorts, and sneakers. She held a spare bat in her left hand, with a small knapsack on her back full of baseballs. Her hands were sheathed in red batting gloves, with brass knuckles on both hands, too.

I’m loaded for cheerleader, she thought with a grim smile. Time to exact my pound of flesh.

Easing the door open, she peeked inside and looked around. The family room was empty, but she could hear rap music booming up from the basement. Kelly nodded, biting her lip. Just as she suspected. She moved up to the front of the house and looked out a window. The driveway and curbs were filled with five- and six-figure cars. They were all there.

“Perfect,” she muttered, hands tightening on the bat.

Kelly headed for the stairs, moving with care. All of her senses were on high alert, looking for any threat that might be up on the ground floor or second floor. When none showed, she hurried up and started checking rooms. The third door she opened proved to be Jessica’s very pink, white, and girlie-girl room. All lace, ruffles, and canopy bed girlie. Her closet was bigger than Kelly’s whole bedroom, with dozens of expensive shoes, boots, and handbags on display, as well as racks of designer dresses.

“Typical shopping addict fashionista. Probably never even worn half this stuff.”

Now that she knew Jessica was down in the basement, Kelly’s resolve hardened and she headed out. Time to put an end to the threat. Put Jessica in her place. Put them all in their place.

Tonight, this lioness roars!

Kelly snuck down the stairs, dropping into a squat about two-thirds down to survey the room. She quickly located everyone present, including all fifteen of Jessica’s fellow cheerleaders, Brad, Malik, and the queen bitch herself. Jessica was sitting at the wet bar, sipping white wine with Shawnie and Brad. Malik was dancing with Jolene, and eight cheerleaders had paired off to dance as well. The others were huddled in giggling groups, gossiping.

And then she spotted her real quarry. Jessica’s phone and laptop sat right atop the wet bar, unattended. Her green eyes narrowed, heart thundering in her ears. She had to get to those pricey little gadgets and smash them ASAP, before anyone could upload the sex tapes. Nothing was more important than that.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, and then charged straight into the room. At the top of her lungs, she shouted, “Jessica, I’m going to bash your head in!”

That threat was to frighten the cheerleader enough to make her forget all about the phone and laptop. And it worked. Jessica squawked, almost fell off her stool, and took off running. The other cheerleaders screamed and scattered, too. But Brad charged straight at Kelly, as did Malik. The big black guy was closer.

“Fool,” Kelly sneered, ducking under his right cross. She smashed her bat into his ribs, before smashing it across his shoulders. Malik fell into a groaning pile at her feet. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay down, jerk.”

Then Brad was upon her, swinging wildly and forcing her to backpedal. Kelly looked for an opening, even as he forced her back against the wall. The All-American quarterback paused just half a second, just long enough to gloat at her. It was all Kelly needed. She kicked at his nuts, but he turned to deflect. That allowed her to slip behind him and pound brass knuckles into his ribs and back once, twice, five times.

He howled in pain and rage, and spun around to backhand her. Light and darkness flashed behind Kelly’s eyes as she backed away, swinging her bat to keep him away. Then she heard Jessica regaining her backbone.

“Get her, girls!”

Kelly turned to face the new threat, waited half a second, and then dropped to one knee as she pivoted. She swung her bat and caught him in the knee as he charged in to finish her off. Dodging aside, she whacked him again as he tumbled past her with a look of befuddlement on his face. But she didn’t have time to gloat. Cheerleaders were charging her left, right, and center.

Dropping the bat, Kelly pulled out some baseballs and started pelting the other young beauties. The first throw KO’ed Jolene. Another struck Shawnie between the legs, putting her down in a sobbing wail of agony. And then Kelly gripped the bat in both hands, butt-slapping the other girls with both ends.

The soft sound of tapping alerted Kelly to a new threat, bigger and direr than any of the others. Jessica had run over to the laptop and was typing in commands. Panic set in, and then she saw red. Kelly screamed bloody murder as she charged the ex-head cheerleader.

“No!” Jessica shouted, throwing up her hands. “I surrender!”

Kelly stopped, but it wasn’t easy. She so wanted to whack her one. And then the fear on Jessica’s face melted away, replaced by an evil leer.

“You’re too late, Kelly,” Jessica sneered. “Yeah, you aren’t fooling anyone in that mask, dork.”

Kelly’s hands tightened on her bat as she stalked forward. “Screw you, Jessica.”

“No, you’re the one who’s screwed,” Jessica said, slowly and deliberately. “I just uploaded every single sex tape I made of you this summer. They are all over social media right now, and everyone from school is watching them. I even sent copies of them to the Taurus University Athletic Director. I win. You lose again, loser.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. Everything she’d endured. Everything she’d done all of her life, was for naught. Nothing. Jessica had wiped it all away with a few taps on a keyboard. All of her dreams were ashes.

Hot tears rolled down Kelly’s flushed cheeks. All of her strength bled away, and her knees felt wobbly. Totally destroyed. On top of that, she was the school harlot. A bad joke. A major failure and disappointment.

Suddenly, Brad smashed into her back. His arm went around her neck, and squeezed hard. She knew a moment of panic, recognized a sleeper hold, and then blackness sucked her down.

Kelly wasn’t unconscious for what felt like long, though. She awoke to find herself in the basement bedroom, where so many of her summer gangbangs had gone down. Brad, Malik, Shawnie, and Jolene were each tying down one of her limbs, leaving her helplessly spread-eagle atop that bed.

And then she remembered what had happened.

“No! Not fair! This is so not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, sweet puss,” Jessica taunted. The beautiful brunette handed her phone to Brad. “You boys stand back and watch while me and the girls finish her slavegirl training.”

Shawnie and Jolene moved up to either side of Jessica while the head cheerleader stripped to just stilettos and jewelry. Then the two cheerleaders buckled a strap-on around Jessica’s flaring hips, with a ginormous rubber shaft. It was molded to look exactly like a towering black cock, bigger than even Malik’s.

“Isn’t it wonderful? Probably cost more than your whole wardrobe.”

After applying a nice coat of lubricating jelly, Jessica slipped up between Kelly’s wide spread legs and got that strap-on nestled between those hot, aching pussy lips. And then she forced just the head inside the vanquished blonde.

“Oooh,” Kelly gasped, back bowing. “You don’t have to do this, Jessica. You’ve already destroyed me utterly and completely.”

“Yes I do,” she said, leaned down and kissed her helpless rival. “You still have a little defiance we need to fuck out of you.”

With that, Jessica thrust her hips. Kelly’s big green eyes got huge as that monster faux-dick slid into her tight hole, stretching it out to the max. Pleasure and pain rippled through the bound beauty, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she groaned loudly.

“Oooooooh. Mercy!”

Her mistress wasn’t feeling any mercy. Jessica thrust into Kelly like crazy, a wild and wickedly gleeful look on her beautiful face. She had Kelly bucking, gasping, crying out in pleasure in no time flat. Then Jolene straddled Kelly from above, and ground her hot, wet pussy in the slavegirl’s upturned face.

Kelly instantly knew what was expected of her, thanks to a whole summer of sexual slavery. She lapped hungrily at the redhead’s dripping pussy lips, before really going to town eating her out. The blonde had fucked the redhead enough times to know exactly how to get her off as fast as possible.

While Jessica fucked Kelly’s pussy, and Kelly ate Jolene’s pussy, the two cheerleaders hugged, rubbed their tits together, and made out like love-starved minxes. Kelly bucked and writhed under them, her body singing. The sexiest sensations rippled throughout her body, and soon she felt that rush to climax consume her body and soul.

“Aaaaaaggh!” she screamed into Jolene’s cunt as her body pulsed and trembled.

Jessica kept fucking her until Jolene came to an even louder climax, filling Kelly’s mouth with girl cum. And only then did they dismount. But there was no rest for the wicked, because Shawnie crawled up between Kelly’s legs next, a big bright pink strap-on around her hips.

“Cheerleader up!” Shawnie cried, and thrust into the blonde. “Oh, yes, cheerleader in and well mounted!”

Shawnie pounded Kelly’s twat like there was no tomorrow. Kelly’s already aroused body reacted immediately and profoundly, coming within the first minute. The blonde bucked and wiggled, cried out with every orgasm, but the blonde cheerleader proved relentless. She didn’t stop until she’d forced Kelly to come six times.

Even that wasn’t the end. Kelly looked down her shapely, sweat-shiny body to find the rest of the cheerleaders lined up, ready to run a train on her.

“That’s right, little class slut,” Jessica sneered. “You’re going out with a gangbang, baby. An all-cheerleader gangbang.”

And they spent the next five hours doing just that. All fifteen cheerleaders took Kelly with one of the proffered strap-ons, before they untied the worn-out blonde and started double-teaming her. It proved to be the most intense, mind-shattering gangbang of them all.

~**~**~

Midnight, Friday night, Elmer Street…

Stilettos clattered and scraped on concrete. Jessica strutted like the Queen of the World up the sidewalk. Kelly meekly followed at the end of a leather leash, collar around her neck. While Jessica was dolled up in a designer dress and heels, the blonde slavegirl wore only a white bikini top, pink elastic miniskirt, and white Christian Louboutin pumps. Kelly’s hands were tied behind her back.

Brad and Malik followed, side-by-side, to ensure there wasn’t any trouble.

Jessica stopped outside Sin City’s front entrance. Kelly stared at that place of degradation with rising dread. She’d begged Jessica to not sell her there. Sell her to any other pimp, just not Lil Dog. But of course, she’d chosen to sell Kelly to Sin City. Jessica excelled at heaping insult on top of injury.

Pushing Kelly back against the wall, Jessica pressed in close and claimed her glossy pink lips in a deep, demanding kiss. Kelly kissed back without a shred of resistance. She was well-trained after that long summer of sexual slavery.

“Who is a stupid bitch?” Jessica asked.

“I am, Mistress,” Kelly said, dropping her eyes. “I’m the stupidest of them all.”

“Yes you are,” she said. “Now, who is a viral porn star?”

“I am, Mistress,” Kelly said.

And she was, too. In the hours since Jessica had upload all her sex tapes, many had gone viral. Jessica had had to turn her phone off due to all the likes she was getting. The basketball team and Math Club gangbangs had both gotten more than a million views already.

Jessica led Kelly inside the notorious brothel, Brad and Malik hot on their heels. Friday night proved a busy time for Sin City. The place was packed, with lots of horny men giving Kelly and Jessica covetous looks. It took a few minutes, but they found Lil Dog in one of the less-busy parlors working his pimp magic and hooking johns up with hos. The big pimp did a double-take on Kelly.

“You!” he cried, stomping towards her with balled fists.

Kelly cringed back against Malik. Jessica held up her hand, stopping the pimp in his tracks.

“Hello, Mr. Dog,” Jessica said. “I understand you have…history with my little slave girl, Kelly.”

“Kelly? Is that her name?” he said, eyes fierce as he looked Kelly up and down. “Yeah, we have history, if you consider me buying her for fifteen hundred over two months ago. Then she escaped.”

“Wonderful,” Jessica cried happily. “Then for another fifteen hundred you can have her back.”

“Sweetheart, both you and Kelly are going to be working for me tonight, and I ain’t paying nobody nothing,” Lil Dog said, cracking his knuckles.

In response, Brad pulled an expensive pistol. He didn’t aim it at anyone, but held it like he knew how to use it. Lil Dog’s nostrils flared as he glared at Brad. Kelly looked back and forth between them, praying that Lil Dog was too proud to pay for her a second time.

“Well?” Jessica asked. “How badly do you want Kelly back? Before you answer, let me tell you that I have personally been training her to be the perfect, most submissive and obedient slave slut for the last two months. She is a living, breathing fucking machine now. This girl lives for sex, and the more the better. Kelly will make you rich.”

“She won’t try to escape again?”

“No, master. I live to obey and serve,” Kelly said meekly, just like Jessica taught her. “My mistress has utterly destroyed my life, so I have nothing to escape to. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Show him what a good girl can do,” Jessica commanded, reaching over and yanking Kelly’s bikini top off.

Kelly glanced nervously at the domineering brunette, bit her lip, and nodded. Dropping to her knees, the blonde used her teeth to unzip Lil Dog’s pants. Jessica did the honors of reaching in, pulling out his ginormous cock, and then stroking it to rock hardness. Then she guided it into Kelly’s mouth.

“Mmmgh,” Kelly moaned. Slurp. “Mmmmgh.”

Men gathered around to watch Kelly bobbing up and down that big-ass black cock, moaning and groaning. She no longer had any reason to fight her feelings, needs, and appetites. Kelly sucked cock like there was no tomorrow. She allowed herself to savor the smell, taste, and feel of that long, thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth, across her tongue, poking the back of her throat.

Sssslurrrp.

Jessica pressed up close to Lil Dog. She kissed him, then pressed her lips to his ear.

“Kelly is secretly the local super heroine called Blonde Justice,” she purred. “Fifteen hundred dollars, and then she is yours. Your very own super heroine to peddle in this fine establishment. A hot chick who can suck you off every day just like this, and then go sell her body to put a ton of money in your pocket.”

Lil Dog grunted, and filled Kelly’s mouth with hot, viscous cum. The bound beauty licked her lips as she sat back and stared up into his face expectantly.

“Sold.”

Kelly watched as the infamous pimp peeled off fifteen hundred-dollar bills, straight out of his pocket. Who carried that much cash money? Jessica handed over Kelly’s leash, and then she kept five hundred dollars, and split the rest between Brad and Malik. They all laughed at the hapless blonde, and turned back toward the entrance.

“Good-bye, loser,” Jessica taunted as she left.

Lil Dog led Kelly through the brothel’s ground floor parlors, showing her off to the clientele. Then he took her back up to her old room, which remained empty. Once inside, the pimp shoved her against the wall and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her head spinning. Then he yanked her skirt up and quickly impaled Kelly on his long, thick cock.

“Ugggh! Oh Master!”

“I like that. Keep calling me ‘Master,’ Kelly,” Lil Dog said.

He fucked her against the wall until she came twice, and then threw her down flat on the floor and sodomized her until she came again.

Finally, two hours after he’d bought and paid for Kelly a second time that summer, Lil Dog led her out to the stool next to her door. She had one job that night: fuck men until she had fifteen hundred dollars to pay him back his ‘investment.’

The pimp stayed outside her room until after she’d taken five men in for sucking and fucking. When she came out after the fifth john, Lil Dog was nowhere to be seen. By three AM, Kelly had fourteen hundred dollars in earnings. She was bone tired and just wanted to go cry herself to sleep. All of the other girls on her floor had long closed their doors and gone to bed.

Then two familiar men came up on the floor and headed towards her. Kelly’s breath caught at the sight of them. They stopped before her, grinning wickedly.

“I hear you were the Blonde Justice super-bitch causing trouble around town this summer,” Jax said.

“Yes. I was. Not anymore.”

“I see that,” Sal said. He wagged his brows. “Back to being a skanky whore again, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” she said. Kelly took a deep, steadying breath. She saw opportunity. “Would… Would you guys like a double date? For just one hundred dollars, you can double team me. Double penetration or spit-roast. However you want me.”

“That’s exactly what we want,” Jax said, handing her fifty dollars.

Kelly accepted the payment for sex, and then took Sal’s fifty dollars. They looked so pleased paying her cash for sex. Kelly lowered her eyes, turned and led them inside. This was her lot in life.