Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 3

The black Land Rover in the lead slowed and turned down a long, gravel road. It posted PRIVATE: NO TRESPASSING. Dorian Moore pulled Evelynn closer, arm around her shoulders. The gorgeous redhead laid her head on his shoulder, one hand on his thigh.

“I was told this class has been the best so far,” Dorian said. “They all succumbed to brainwashing super fast, and got lost in their new lives effortlessly.”

His Rolls slowed and followed the Land Rover up the dusty white gravel road.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Evelynn said. “I hesitate ending training a week early. And one of them is a captured super heroine.”

Dorian nodded, considering her words in silence. Evelynn Lovelace had been training BDSM sex slaves for fifteen years. And not just the friendly neighborhood dungeon slaves, either. Lady Lovelace specialized in training captured young women for kinky billionaire clients before he went into business with her.

“Yes. Tessa Hernandez, former actress turned producer,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “And the former super heroine known as Starfire, FEM Fighter extraordinaire, from Los Angeles. And quite a beauty, too. So beautiful. So sensual.”

Visions of that hot Latina writhing in her tight ropes, struggling to escape and maybe kill him in her rage, filled his thoughts. Millions of men worldwide had lusted after that Hollywood beauty for years. She always played the either fiery Latina, or the young seductress.

“Like so many super heroines, Tessa melted into the perfect sex slave faster than anyone else in her class according to Cajun Joe,” Evelynn said. “It’s funny how super heroines all think of themselves as superior women, strong and indomitable, yet they fall faster and harder than their normal sisters. I personally think they are frustrated sex slaves begging to be captured, tamed, and trained so they can finally be what their heart desires, a slavegirl.”

“Works for me,” Dorian said, chuckling. “I’m eager to see how sweet and obedience she’s become. Tessa was quite fiery and defiant last time we met.”

The farm sat in the middle of a hundred cleared acres, surrounded by forest. There was a twenty-five hundred square foot brick, single-story home, with numerous outbuildings and two red barns. No crops. No livestock. Well, unless you think of beautiful young women as livestock.

The Rolls Royce limo rolled to a stop in front of the house. Two black Land Rovers bracketed it, with dark-suited bodyguards piling out. The Head Trainer, Mistress Caroline, waited with her two trainers, Cajun Joe and Mistress Brandy. All wore tight black leather, but the two females had pops of color, too. Mistress Caroline had red lacing on her corset and thigh boots, while Mistress Brandy favored pink piping on her corset and boots.

Dorian slipped out of the limo first, offering a hand to Lady Lovelace. His partner and Head Dominatrix slipped out sensuously, balancing atop her sky high stilettos effortless even while standing on loose gravel. The redhead leveled cool blue eyes on the Farm’s training staff, sweeping them with her judgmental eyes.

“Welcome back to the Farm,” Mistress Caroline said, looking pleased. “We’re excited to show you our latest class.”

They engaged in a moment of small talk, mostly about the day to day operations of the facility. And then Dorian indicated he was ready to start. Mistress Caroline led the way to the front door, while her staff followed the VIP guests up the sidewalk.

Dorian’s eyes dropped to the Head Trainer’s sweetly rounded butt, looking so fine and spankable in her tight leather pants. That swinging ass proved mesmerizing. He wanted to spank it with his bare hand, feeling the satiny smooth skin and firm bootie flesh beneath. And then he imagined bending her over, forcing her to hold onto her ankles, while he reamed her out to his heart’s content.

All that in just a twenty foot walk.

Mistress Caroline led them through the poshly appointed home, and to the stairs down into the basement. They descended into a more utilitarian environment. The floors were hardwood, while the only furnishings were playstations. Yeah, it was a large basement training room, using most of the twenty-five hundred square feet.

Five gorgeous slavegirls waited patiently on their knees. They knelt in a line, knees spread wide, sitting on their legs, back slightly curve, and chins high. Their perfectly manicured hands rested on their thighs, hair and makeup perfect. They were ready for his inspection.

Dorian and Lady Lovelace walked around the slavegirls, studying every square inch of the beauties on display. The slavegirls’ faces remained nervously expectant. As expected, Tessa knelt in the middle. She was the lone Latina, dark and shapely, among the four very pale slavegirls. All the slavegirls wore were black leather collars and black stiletto ankle boots.

A blonde and redhead knelt to either side of Tessa, with a pair of brunettes beyond them. Other than Tessa, the slavegirls were missing university coeds from Texas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas. Two of them came from their BDSM sex club, Dominion, where they worked at BDSM slavegirls for money. He wondered if they’d ever daydreamed about being turned into real, permanent sex slaves.

“Hello, Tessa,” Dorian said, stopping before the former actress and Hollywood sex symbol. “How do you feel now?”

“I feel great, Master,” Tessa said.

“Why is that?”

“I have found where I belong, Master,” she said. “I am yours. A slave. I live to obey and please.”

“You don’t miss being rich and powerful?”

“No, Master. I was born to be a slave,” she said. “I found my bliss in absolute obedience.”

“You don’t miss being a powerful super heroine?”

“No, Master,” she said. “I realize now that being a FEM Fighter was just a desperate cry for someone to capture me, and then make me the slave I was born to be.”

He looked at Lady Lovelace. “What do you think, Evelynn?”

“I think I want to fuck her,” Lady Lovelace purred. “Mistress Caroline, you and your staff have done an excellent job with this class. One and all look delicious.”

“Thank you, Master and Mistress,” Mistress Caroline said. “Would you like to see them perform for your pleasure?”

“Yes,” Dorian said, taking Lady Lovelace’s hand and heading toward a bedroom. “We’ll test Tessa first. In private.”

“Tessa, heel,” Lady Lovelace commanded. “Remain on your hands and knees.”

The former FEM Fighter didn’t hesitate. She rolled to all fours and crawled after her masters. They walked slowly, allowing her to crawl sensuously behind them. Dorian cast frequent looks back, loving the way her body moved.

Once in the room, he stood the lovely Latina up and looked her over with relish. Tessa stood five foot five, with a glorious mane is shimmering brown hair halfway down her back. She possessed large natural breasts, a tiny waist, and flaring hips with a well-rounded butt. The ex-heroine had amazing abs.

Dorian wrapped her up in his arms and claimed her lips. Tessa didn’t resist, but kissed him with passion and desire. That kiss quickly turned into a makeout session, with them falling back on the bed. And Lady Lovelace was waiting when they came up for air.

“Shall we get started?” the redheaded dominatrix asked.

She pulled Tessa’s hands behind her back, and quickly bound her wrists with red rope. Then she tied the ex-heroine’s elbows together. Tessa gasped, a look of bliss spreading across her lovely face. Dorian quickly stripped while Lady Lovelace bound the slavegirl.

Attaching a leash to Tessa’s collar, Dorian sat on the bed and ran the leash under his right thigh. Then he pulled her down, forcing the slave to bend over at the waist. He pulled Tessa’s face down to his lap, his big dick erect and pushed into her face. Tessa opened wide, caught his cock, and started giving him head.

Using the leash, Dorian forced Tessa to bob up and down his shaft. He swept her long brown hair to one side and watched mesmerized as her full red lips slide up and down his long, thick shaft. Meanwhile, Lady Lovelace put on a strap-on with a ginormous rubber dick.

“Wait, let me have a shot before you wallow her out with that monster,” he laughed.

Dorian pulled Tessa off his cock, grabbed her butt in both hands, and lifted the slavegirl up to straddle his lap. He impaled her on his cock, watching her bounce on it until he was fully sheathed inside her. And then he buried his face in her pillowy tits.

Lady Lovelace watched Dorian motorboating Tessa’s tits. Very nice tits indeed. They demanded lots and lots of motorboating. Her erect nipples were pierced, silver barbell studs in at the moment. The ex-heroine’s head lolled around as tiny sounds of pleasure bubbled out of parted lips.

Yes, Tessa is broken, tamed, and very well trained, she thought. She will make an excellent addition to the Caribbean resort.

The dominatrix grabbed a fistful of silky hair, yanking Tessa’s head back. Her lips looked too kissable to resister, so Lady Lovelace sank into them, and lingered. Tessa returned her kiss with Latina passion. Of course, Tessa was a loud and proud lesbian before her capture.

Dorian and Lady Lovelace shared the gorgeous Latina, hands and lips exploring her in the most intimate ways. It wasn’t long before Tessa’s vocalizations changed, becoming more desperate, drenched in sexual pleasure and need.

Grabbing her firm, meaty butt in both hands, Dorian got Tessa bouncing faster and faster. Her vagina tightened around his cock, as they both gasped for air.

Lady Lovelace stepped to the side, picked up her riding crop, and swung.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee!” Tessa cried.

Lady Lovelace smiled at the way the slavegirl’s butt quivered after being struck.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee! I obey! I obey!”

Thwack!

“Oh Master!” Tessa cried, voice dropping low. “I have to come! I can’t hold it anymore!”

“I give you permission, slave,” he said, squeezing her butt hard.

Tessa visibly relaxed, and then she bowed up, eyes huge as her insides erupted with pure bliss.

“Aaaaaagh!”

“The mating call of the North American FEM Fighter, turned slavegirl,” Lady Lovelace purred. “Gotta love it.”

She pulled Tessa off Dorian’s lap in the middle of her orgasm. The excited dominatrix didn’t wait. She bent the slave over the back of a chair, tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair, and then guided the strap-on to her twat, and thrust in deep.

“Ugggh!” Tessa cried, an incredulous look on her face. “Oh yes, Mistress. Yes. Yes.”

“We should’ve gagged her,” she said.

Hand in Tessa’s hair, the other holding her hip, Lady Lovelace thrust into the helpless slavegirl with relish. She pounded that pussy raw. Tessa started bucking, crying out with every deep thrust.

Dorian watched while the Head Dominatrix fucked the ex-heroine senseless. Tessa performed to perfection, proving her worth as a sexy BDSM sex slave. He found his phone, and called a number.

“Yes, Kingpin?” a deep male voice answered.

“Prepare the Gulfstream. A cargo of five going to my Caribbean resort tonight at midnight.”