Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 12

Kelly watched Lady Lovelace lead Dorian away by the hand. It looked like she planned to rock his world somewhere private, but Kelly knew better.

They really did it, she thought. They kidnapped Whitney, and now Jenny.

That also meant there was still a chance to save both of her friends, as well as put a human trafficking operation out of business. But first, she had to get away from the men fucking her stupid.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when both men fucking her, pussy and ass, completely sheathed her cocks deep inside her at the same time. So intense.

Seeing opportunity escaping, Kelly starting giving intense head. The most intense she could give, and quickly made that master come in her mouth. She moaned and groaned, and then opened her mouth to show him his seed. Only then did she swallow every drop and lick her lips.

“Kelly’s the best,” he said, a look of bliss on his face.

“Best tits in the house, that’s for sure,” the man under her gasped out, busy fondling her while slamming up into her tight pussy. “Oh man. Oh man.”

She smiled down at him, while squeezing her pussy tight around him. Kelly started squeezing her pussy and anus as tight as possible for a few seconds, over and over. The masters double-penetrating her grunted and gasped, and became more aggressive. They thrust into her faster and faster, their molesting hands becoming painful on her shapely body as their pleasure peaked.

“Oh Master!”

They filled Kelly’s overheated body with the sweetest pleasure. She wiggled and writhed, moaning and groaning. Soon, her body started to buck of its own accord. She felt so hot and sweaty, so tingly and achy inside and out. As her masters closed on perfect pleasure, she felt that rise to climax start with a headlong charge to glory

“Aaaagggh!” she cried, body erupting.

That proved too much for the two men. First butt man, then the other released inside her, filling her up with hot, creamy cum. Kelly smiled, panting furiously. She glanced at the door just as Lady Lovelace and Dorian passed out of the main dungeon.

“Oh, Masters, you are the best,” she whispered breathlessly. “But I have to visit the little girl’s room. Badly. Permission to leave, Master?”

The men graciously pulled out of Kelly, and released her. Yeah, they watched her leave with big happy faces as they basked in the afterglow. Kelly would love to bask in the afterglow, but she was on a mission and it was finally about to bear fruit.

Kelly walked with purpose, trying to project a slave being sent to a waiting master. Lots of patrons looked her over with hungry eyes, but no one tried to stop the busty blonde. Most just enjoyed the way her naked body moved and jostled as she walked.

Passing out into the Promenade, Kelly smiled to find it empty. The BDSM party was in full swing in the dungeons. Her stilettos clattered loudly in the large, empty space. The stairs proved just as loud, but she didn’t hear Lady Lovelace’s heels, so didn’t worry about being heard.

Kelly headed straight to Lady Lovelace’s office. Her office was next to Dorian’s, which was across the hall from the club manager’s office. Donald’s door was ajar, lights out. Lady Lovelace’s office door was wide open, and the lights out. But Dorian’s office door was closed, with light coming out the bottom.

She looked back to ensure she was safe, before slowing down and stepping carefully up to the closed door. The soft murmur of a male and female speaking came through the door. Kelly leaned in and pressed her ear to the door.

Dorian was speaking. “…came ahead of schedule, but we’ll deal with it.”

“I know,” Lady Lovelace said. “I didn’t want to take Jenny tonight, but she forced my hand. The Stevenson boys strike again. Jenny was the fifth girl to quit immediately after being with one or both of them.”

“I know, but their father is a good friend of mine,” he said. “I’ll have another talk with them.”

“You’re last little heart-to-heart didn’t help,” she said. “I think their membership should be revoked.”

“I agree. I’ll speak with their father first,” he said. “Those boys are spiteful, so I want to ensure there is no blowback against the club.”

“Great. I think despite this little hiccup our plans are on schedule,” Lady Lovelace said. “Mike, Walt, and Rojas are on the road to the training facility. Jenny can start her real slavegirl training first thing in the morning.”

“Great,” he replied. “She’s going be pure ecstasy as a full-time slavegirl at the resort.”

“And we’re still preparing to take Slavegirl Desiree after her shift Saturday night,” Lady Lovelace said. “I’m actually more excited about her prospects as a full-time slave than Jenny. Mark my words, she will be a big favorite at the resort.”

Kelly’s mind spun. Her bosses were kidnapping young women to be sex slaves at some resort? And then she realized that meant her worst fear was realized. Jenny had been kidnapped and taken away. Just like Whitney.

A phone rang. Dorian answered. “Yes, this is Kingpin.”

And Kelly heard nothing else after that. Dorian Moor was Kingpin? Holy shit!

Heavy male footsteps started up the stairs. Kelly’s head popped up, her breath caught, before she looked all around for somewhere to hide. She took a step towards Lady Lovelace’s office, since it was open and closest. But what if the head dominatrix went to her office after speaking with Kingpin?

Darting across the hallway, Kelly slipped into Donald Cramer’s office. His computer was still booted up, with the office dark otherwise. Donald rarely stayed past closing time for the dining room portion of the club.

“Might as well take a look while I’m waiting,” she whispered.

The naked blonde moved around behind the desk. Taking the mouse in hand, she started looking for his e-mail. It proved password protected, so she began going through his documents.

The door swung open, light coming on.

“Oh!” Kelly cried, jumping back.

Donald stood in the doorway, a surprised look on his face. “What are you doing in here?”

“Waiting for you, Master,” she said, thinking quickly. “It’s been over five days since you sought me out for a little something-something.”

She graced him with her best come-hither smile. His eyes dropped to her naked tits. Kelly watched his body changing from tense fight or flight, to oh baby let’s get it on mode.

Kelly struck a sassy strut as she approached the middle-aged club manager. She ensured there was a little extra jiggle in her tits as she walked, keeping Donald distracted. She gentle tugged at him, getting the man to fully enter the office. And then she covertly closed the door behind him while his hands intimately explored her tits and ass.

And just in time. Kelly heard Dorian’s door open, followed by the tapping for Lady Lovelace’s heels. Her heart thundered for a moment, waiting to see if the redhead would cross the hallway and confront her. Instead, she sound of feminine footsteps faded away down the hall.

Great, she didn’t hear us, Kelly thought. But Dorian is still in his office.

Locking eyes with Donald, Kelly projected deep desire and need as she took him by the hand and pulled him away from the door. Kelly led him back to behind the desk. Getting him seated, she leaned over and claimed his lips in a long, moaning kiss. At the same time, she deftly unzipped his trousers and fished out his semi-erect cock.

Time to make him forget that I’m not supposed to be in here.

Kissing and stroking him, the blonde teen quickly got Donald rock hard. And then she straddled. Donald’s hands and face when straight to her tits. She let out a tiny squeal of delight as he motorboated her boobs, while giving a nervous glance at the closed door when she heard Dorian out in the hallway.

“Oh, Master,” she whispered straight into his ear. “You’re the best, baby.”

The busty beauty reached down and guided his cock straight to her slick pussy. She got him nestled in snugly, locked eyes with the club manager, and felt the sizzle of their connection. And then she dropped down to envelop his rod.

“Ooooh, Master,” she sighed.

Donald sucked on a nipple, so hard and enthusiastically, while she bounced on his dick. He made her do all the work, while he indulged his love of tits. With Dorian and Lady Lovelace gone, she just wanted to get him off as quickly as possible so she could go change into Tomboy and put an end to that human trafficking operation.

The club manager didn’t cooperate. She expected him to climax within a few minutes, but it stretched out to five, ten, fifteen minutes of nonstop fucking. Her efforts pushed the young woman over the top time and time again. After the fifth climax, she struggled to even remember why she was fucking him.

Kelly’s head lolled around, her shapely body shiny with sweat. She struggled to get enough air in her lungs. Donald kissed, nuzzled, and sucked on her tits. He looked so happy, so blissful.

“Master, am I don’t something wrong?”

“No. You’re great,” he gasped out. “I’m almost there.”

Almost there proved to be another five minutes, and two climaxes. Finally, he pulled her lips down and kissed her, seconds before he filled her womb with hot seed. Kelly sighed gustily, feeling like she’d just gotten gangbanged. Who knew the old guy had it in him?

Is he taking ED meds?

Kelly’s body relaxed, and she melted into a puddle of hot babe flesh. So tired. She laid her head on his shoulders and panted, trying desperately to recover. But not Donald. He immediately took advantage of her weakness by pulling her arms back and locking her wrists cuffs together. The club manager then opened a lower desk drawer and pulled out a bright red ball-gag.

All Kelly could do was groaned miserably when he forced the rubber ball-gag between her teeth. It stretched her jaw out to the max, while he quickly buckled the straps down tightly around her head.

Donald stood up, dumping Kelly onto the floor with wiggle and writhe. He grinned down at her. Not a happy grin, either. After he straightened his clothes, ready to face the world, the club manager grabbed a fistful of silky hair and dragged her up onto wobbly legs.

“Come with me, Kelly,” he said. “I have some patrons that are looking for a slavegirl just like you.”

He fast-walked her out of the office, keeping his hand in her hair and forcing her to remain bent over. Very stressful and disconcerting. Donald walked her downstairs like that, and over to a private dungeon. Three men waited inside.

“I found you the perfect girl,” Donald said. “Kelly has been a very naughty slavegirl. She begs you to keep her gagged, and spank her little butt bright red. Pass her around, and tan her hide real good, boys.”

What? she silently thought. No. No. Nononono!

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Donald stepped back next to the door and watched. Frank quickly bend Kelly over his lap, lifted his right hand high…

Thwack!

“Aaaiieee!”

Thwack! Thwack!

Kelly kicked and squealed, an incredulous look on her gagged face. Donald grinned, eyes narrowing. He left her to his friends’ not so tender mercies. Those three loved to spank pretty young things, so would keep her occupied for a while.

He went straight to the main dungeon. Scanning the room for his big boss, Dorian, he located Lady Lovelace instead. Not wanting to search out the many private dungeons, he approached the head dominatrix instead.

One of the patrons was on all fours licking the head dominatrix’s boots. The man only wore a diaper, and Donald had a hard time looking at him. A diaper? The club manager shook his head, but stealthily moved up behind Lady Lovelace.

He whispered into her ear, “I need a word with you as soon as you finish here, Evelynn. We have a big problem.”