Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

He thrust. Kelly grunted. He slowly pulled out, making her groan. And then thrust his full length into her again, hard and fast.

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open. The main dungeon lay before her, packed with kinky members and staff slavegirls. Most of the playstations had a slavegirl or submissive member locked down within. About a third of them were getting fucked as hard as Kelly, another third were getting spanked, and the rest were just being admired and/or tormented. Yeah, a good time was being had by all.

“Ugh,” Kelly grunted when her current master thrust into her pussy yet again.

He must’ve already had too much sex that night. It was taking him for-fucking-ever to finish with her. She’d already had five climaxes. She struggled against her handcuffed wrists, before giving up and letting them lay across the small of her sweat-shiny back.

“Having fun, Kelly?” Rupert Stevenson sneered.

The rich, spoiled rotten frat boy swatted her stinging butt again, as he slowly pulled out until just the tip of his dick touched her. And then slammed all the way in again. That pulled out another loud grunt from her.

Kelly bit down on the rubber ball stuffed into her mouth. Ball-gags were bad enough, with multiple straps around her head to hold it securely in place, but that ball was attached to the end of a bar, which was fastened to a steel post. The club called it a slavegirl hitching post. Basically, a slavegirl knelt before it, head trapped in the ball-gag attached to the post. Very stressful. Worse when some moron decided to fuck her at the same time.

At the moment, Kelly only wore her slave collar and strappy black pumps. Rupert wore just black leather chaps. Kelly could see his equally evil twin sodomizing Jenny on a St. Andrew’s cross. Yep, Jenny was bound ass-out to the cross. Gilmore had done the same thing to Kelly two nights back, and three nights before that. He liked anal way too much.

I fucked up so bad, she thought as Rupert’s efforts sent the most wonderful sensations rippling through her overheated body. She felt her body rising to the occasion, yet again. Have I really wasted fifteen nights just getting fucked stupid?

Kelly had found opportunity to escape the dungeon and explore the building. She snuck into officers, accessing computers, trying to find any clue about Whitney’s disappearance. The possibility that the club was not responsible for her friend’s disappearance didn’t sit well. If that was true, then she really did fuck up and possibility ruined her personal reputation permanently, thanks to the Stevenson Twins finding her working there.

Stupid bastards, she thought. They had already begun to blackmail her and Jenny into giving them quickies between classes. It probably wouldn’t be long before they had to attend frat house sex parties. I hate them so much.

Only one good thing had come of the undercover job. Kelly was flush with cash. On that first night at Dominion, she scored twelve hundred dollars in tips. Not counting her twenty dollars an hour wages. Since then, she hadn’t earned less than five hundred in tips, and as much as seven hundred. She had over ten thousand in the bank.

Maybe I will get a car out of this, she thought.

“Wait for it…” Rupert gasped out, suddenly thrusting into her like a maniac.

An incredulous look spread across her face. She felt that rise to climax, and then he pulled out and shot his load all over her lower back. Her insides erupted.

“Aaagggh!” she screamed around the ball-gag.

“It’s been fun, Kel,” Rupert sneered, and slapped her right butt cheek. Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Me and Gilmore will come up to your dorm room for a nooner tomorrow. Leave the door unlocked, and wait naked and kneeling in bed.”

She continued to huff and puff around the ball-gag, cut her eyes up at his smirking face, and gave a single nod. What choice did she have? If they ratted her out, she would lose her scholarship. The university would expel her.

Rupert just walked away. He did not release her. Kelly stewed, glaring daggers into his back as he joined his twin with Jenny. Fortunately, Mistress Hypatia noticed her.

The dominatrix came over and released her from the ball-gag affixed to the post. Kelly worked the kinks out of her aching jaw while Mistress Hypatia snapped a leash on her.

“Heel, slave,” Hypatia commanded.

Hands still locked behind her back, Kelly rose gracefully to her stiletto-heeled feet and followed the beautiful dominatrix to a slavegirl restroom. She removed the handcuffs, and waited while Kelly quickly cleaned up, fixed her hair and face, and finally visited the toilet. Then the handcuffs went back on, and the slavegirl was led back out into the main dungeon. Only, Mistress Hypatia led Kelly across the dungeon and to the wall of windows.

Each large window revealed a private room. Called showrooms. Members could watch as others put on shows using and abusing slaves in creative ways. There were other rooms and small dungeons without windows. Kelly got a little excited. She earned a lot more tips in the private rooms, especially the show rooms.

Glancing back, she noticed Lady Lovelace releasing Jenny from the St. Andrew’s Cross. Jenny looked more than a little upset. Kelly didn’t blame her. The Stevenson Twins were mean-spirited pigs.

Her excitement died just a little when the staff dominatrix led Kelly to one of the two suspension rooms. Two men waited with eager eyes. She recognized the members as Eric and Kurt.

Eric was a short, muscular black man, while Kurt was a tall, skinny white man. Total opposites in most ways, but they shared a love of tying up naked women and suspending them from the ceiling. And then fucking said woman.

“Yes. Kelly is perfect,” Eric said.

“Thank you, Master,” Kelly said, sounding excited despite her misgivings.

Being bound tightly was always stressful, but suspension made it worse. The good thing was those sessions were usually pretty short to protect the slavegirl. So Kelly was laid on the floor, face up. Eric went to work wrapping her upper body and shoulders with rope, while Kurt bound her waist and legs. They worked fast and well together, getting Kelly ready in record time. And then they had help lifting Kelly up high while they attached the other ends of the ropes to a single steel hook in the ceiling.

Kelly found herself suspended face-up, body parallel to the floor, and swinging. Her head remained loose, so hung down with her long hair sweeping the floor. Kurt then spread her separately bound legs wide, moved up close and personal, and impaled her.

“Oooh, Master,” she sighed.

Eric moved up to her upturned face as she glanced at the window. A small crowd had gathered to watch. Some might tip her for this “performance.” She noticed two unwanted faces: Rupert and Gilmore.

Kurt slowly worked his full length into her, while Eric tea-bagged the beautiful coed. Kelly licked his nutsack, pretending she was trying to catch his cock in her mouth. She knew how the game was played. But Eric’s erection looked hard and needy, so he didn’t play around too long. That big black cock found her hot, wet mouth.

Sucking, moaning, and groaning, Kelly squeezed her vagina around Kurt’s cock as she tried to get both men off as fast as possible. The sooner they came, the quicker she got released from that stressful bondage. But then they surprised her, and brought delight to the onlookers.

Both men pulled out of Kelly… And began swinging her. Just a little. Once they got her swinging just right, Eric moved a little closer. Kelly’s eyes rounded as she opened wide to take his cock in at the top of that swing, before she swung back off and toward Kurt. He proved a good aim, and she found herself impaled on his cock a second later. And back and forth she went, as they fucked her and the crowd applauded.

After a few moments of that, the men would catch her, hold her while they thrust into her mouth or pussy a long moment, and then released her to swing onto the other guy’s dick and start over. That’s when she really started to feel the love.

Even so, it took longer to get them off than usual. But come they did: down her throat and deep into her womb. She didn’t come, but did enjoy herself as much as possible. Kelly wasn’t eager for another suspension session, though.

Lady Lovelace waited while Eric and Kurt removed the ropes. A leash was attached, and the head dominatrix led Kelly back into the main dungeon. Her baby blues scanned the room. Most of the usual players were there, but one face was missing – Jenny.

“Where’s Jenny?” Kelly asked before thinking.

Slaves didn’t question members or dominatrixes. Lady Lovelace slanted an annoyed look at her.

“Gone,” the head dominatrix said.

Kelly’s heart skipped a beat. “Gone?”

“Yes. I’m afraid Jenny got a little upset over how certain members treated her, so quit and walked out mid-shift,” Lady Lovelace said, turning a hostile look at the Stevenson Twins. “Now hush, slave.”

Glancing back at the Stevenson Twins, Kelly found her emotions in turmoil. She didn’t want to work there without Jenny. They were each other’s emotional support afterhours. Yet, she still hadn’t ruled out any of the members concerning Whitney’s disappearance. Her gut still believed someone connected to Dominion kidnapped her friend.

Stupid Stevenson boys, she thought. I ought to hit them with my hypno app and make them go away.

That was an option, but she wasn’t supposed to use it except to protect her secret identity. Legally, she wasn’t even allowed to use it to question suspects. Yet, the Stevenson Twins were just too much to handle on top of Whitney’s disappearance. And she wanted to keep them from blackmailing Jenny.

Lady Lovelace led Kelly to the “fucking post.” Kelly was maneuvered over a single steel post, with a long, thick dildo mounted on top. Her ankles were locked to the ends of the spreader bar attached to the post, before Lady Lovelace began cranking the dildo up, up, up.

A small group of men gathered to watch, including Dorian. The club’s senior partner watched with hungry eyes. He licked his lips when the head dominatrix finally cranked the dildo up to Kelly’s pussy. Kelly’s eyes fluttered closed when the penis-shaped dildo penetrated.

“Time to ride the one-legged horse, Kelly,” Lady Lovelace said. “Fuck yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, and dropped her weight. The massive fake cock began to fill her up, stretching her out. Pleasure spiraled up into her overheated body. Kelly’s head lolled around as she started to bounce. “Ooooooh.”

It only took a few bounces to get that monster dildo completely sheathed inside her. Tiny squeaks and groans bubbled out of the slavegirl as she really started to get into it. The three men with Dorian closed with Kelly, their hands exploring her shapely body. And then Dorian moved up behind Kelly, and impaled her ass.

Kelly didn’t bother to count her orgasms as she bounced on that dildo, Dorian sodomized her, and the other three men kissed, groped, and fondled her. The men even took turns rubbing her clit. The beautiful blonde’s mind quickly went blank as her world turned into a series of climaxes that left her dazed and confused.

She was so messed up in the head that Kelly didn’t remember being removed from the fucking post. Kelly just found herself being urged up atop the large bed in the middle of the dungeon. It was basically a king-sized bed, round, and upholstered in red leather. The men moved Kelly to the middle of that bed, straddling one of them who lay face up. Her mind began to function about that time, allowing her to guide him to her pussy so she could impale herself.

“Oh, Master,” she whispered breathlessly. Kelly bounced up and down until he was completely inside her, before the next man shifted around behind her. He didn’t waste any time thrusting up her butt. “Oooh! Master!”

Butt man, as she thought of him, held tightly to her flaring hips, thrusting into her like a man possessed. That stopped her bouncing on the first guy’s cock, so he started thrusting up into her. Kelly’s jaw dropped, eyes rolling up. Double penetration was the most intense act she performed at Dominion.

Even before butt man worked his way all the way inside Kelly, the third member knelt to her left, palmed the back of her head, and pulled her over to his cock. Kelly went down on him.

“Kelly’s working out quite well,” Dorian whispered to Lady Lovelace.

The slavegirl barely heard them speaking. The intense fucking, and the three men talking smack to each other, almost drowned their words out. But she concentrated on Lady Lovelace and Dorian, as the partners of Dominion and her bosses. Her master and mistress.

“She’s a natural, like her friends Whitney and Jenny,” Lady Lovelace whispered even softer and harder to hear.

Mention of Whitney and Jenny caught Kelly off-guard. What about her friends?

“Whitney is exceeding expectations,” Dorian said. “I expect Jenny to respond to training just as well.”

Kelly froze. Jenny didn’t quit? And they were still training Whitney? So they knew where to find her friend?

“Excellent,” Lady Lovelace said. She paused to look around. “Let’s retire to my office.”