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Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 13

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Kelly gasped with each strike, bucking and wiggling across his lap.

Thwack!

She twisted and bucked especially hard… And fell off his lap.

Rolling onto her bright red, stinging butt, she stared up at the three masters with huge eyes. They just grinned down at her.

“I think her ass is warmed up,” Chuck said. “It’s time to start using the paddle.”

Kelly’s heart skipped a beat. What was wrong with them? She couldn’t handle a paddling after the three of them spent the last fifteen minutes taking turns open-hand spanking her.

“Wud,” she said around the ball-gag.

“What was that?” Darrel asked. He leaned over her, holding her eyes. “Did you just say ‘red’?”

Kelly nodded vigorously. To her relief, the three men relaxed. Then Darrel dropped to one knee beside her and removed the ball-gag. While she worked the kinks out of her jaw, he released her wrists.

“Was the spanking too much, sweetie?” Chuck asked.

Chuck was the oldest looking. She guessed he was around late-thirties, early forties. Darrel and Stan appeared early thirties, but all three were tall, fit, with short dark hair. They looked like businessmen. Middle managers.

Nodding, Kelly licked her lips. She didn’t want to cause an incident and get anyone else involved. Not yet. So she decided to continue playing the eager slavegirl.

“Yes, Master, that spanking was so intense. I’m afraid I couldn’t take anymore,” she said. “I should go find someone who just wants a nice little fuck. No bondage or spanking.”

“Oh, hey, we can help you there,” Stan said. “We haven’t fucked you yet, so let’s play nice!”

“Huh?”

That wasn’t what she expected. Kelly thought the men would be embarrassed and just want her to leave. Instead. Stan stretched out on the floor and started stroking his cock. Her jaw dropped, even as Darrel and Chuck each seized an arm and lifted Kelly to her feet. She was quickly maneuvered over Stan, and Chuck pushed down on her shoulders.

Kelly, stunning by that turn of events, submitted. And that made her pause. Was the constant sex and being forced to play the obedient submissive at work for over two weeks messing up her head? And then Stan’s cock pressed up against her slick folds.

“Oh baby,” she gasped out without thought as he penetrated, and pushed in deep.

She found herself squatting over Stan, his cock deep inside her. His cock feeling so fine as it stretched out her little hole. Her eyes rolled up, back bowed, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

Chuck and Darrel hung onto her arms, and helped Kelly start to bounce up and down that long, thick cock. Her whole body bounced. Boobs jostled. Hair brushed her bare back as it bounced and swayed. The two men each fondled her large, firm tits.

Feels so wonderful.

Her baby blues fluttered open. There was the door, just five feet in front of her. Freedom and vengeance lay beyond that door. Escape from the nightly grind of submissive sex, and vengeance upon the men and women who kidnapped her friends. But first, she had to escape Chuck, Darrel, and Stan, who were making her feel so amazing. So hard to concentrate.

Chuck lifted her arm high, and then made Kelly wrap her hand around his erection. She started stroking him. Glancing up, she held his eyes as she leaned over and went down on him.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

Darrel grabbed her free wrist, moving her hand up to his dick. She didn’t hesitate. Kelly wrapped her hand around his girth, and started stroking him as well. A moment later, she pulled off Chuck to turn and go down on Darrel.

Perfect, she thought. I can get all three off at the same time, and then finally get away from them.

Stan started thrusting up, meeting her as she bounced on his dick. She gave Darrel intense head, while stroking both his and Chuck’s cocks. Her mind began to slow, still, as she concentrated on making her masters happy. All that mattered was getting them off, making them happy.

Stan’s cock filled her up so wonderfully, each stroke into her body sending incredible sensations rippling through her core, energizing her libido to new heights. Kelly began panting through her nose as she sucked cock, focused on making her masters come. She squeezed her vagina around Stan’s cock, while tightening her grip on the two cocks.

Must please, she thought. Please come for me.

Kelly felt Stan’s cock swell a little more inside her. His breathing changed, becoming more ragged. His hands tightened on her hips as he urged her to bounce faster. So she pulled back a little, and teased Darrel’s piss hole with the tip of her tongue. He gasped, back bowing.

At the same time, Chuck decided she’s spent too long on Darrel’s pleasure. He grabbed her head, pulling her off the other man’s dick. And then Darrel came hard.

“Oh yes!” Kelly cried as hot spurts of sticky cum splattered all over her upturned face. “Come in my face, Master.”

“Suck my dick, slave,” Chuck commanded, thrusting in deep.

Kelly continued to stroke Darrel’s cock, forcing him to come a second time across her shoulder and tits. Chuck palmed the back of her head, forcing Kelly to bob up and down his shaft faster and faster, sucking hard and humming.

He pried her hand off his cock, allowing him to thrust his full length into her mouth, and down her throat. Kelly took him in like a boss, but her hand wasn’t out of play yet. As she felt Stan finally release deep inside her pussy, she slipped her hand between Chuck’s legs. She found his anus, and thrust a finger up into him.

“Oh shit!” Chuck cried, stepping back as she massaged his prostrate.

Hot, viscous cum shot out of his dick as he pulled out of her mouth. Once again, Kelly got a hot facial. Her free hand quickly wrapped around his dick, stroking him through two more releases in her face, across her tits.

Perfect, she thought, smiling up at her masters as she huffed and puffed, so hot and sweaty. Now no one can deny I have to leave to clean up.

“That was wonderful, Masters,” Kelly said. “But I am a mess, all sticky and slimy. I beg you release me to go clean up.”

Chuck reached down, dug two fingers under her steel collar, and pulled Kelly up onto her feet. His face just inches from her, holding her gaze with intense eyes.

“Are you working tomorrow night?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Good. You. Me,” he said. “Solo. Prepare for a marathon session.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, body tingling at the thought. “I look forward to obeying your every command, and giving you great pleasure.”

“I like your attitude,” Chuck said, releasing her collar.

As she headed for the door, Chuck gave her naked butt a firm swat. Kelly yipped in surprise, and more than a little pain. Her buttocks were still a stinging, angry red.

Kelly quickly exited that small, private dungeon. Her stilettos clattered loudly as she moved with purpose. Not running. She didn’t want to alarm any of the patrons, or alert the bad guys that she might be on to them.

While she walked, the cum cooling on her face and tits began to slide down, dribbling down her face, down her belly, and down her inner thighs. She left a trail of dribbled spunk on the floor.

Dammit, I really do need to shower first. I’m so sticky and nasty, she thought. Then I transform into Tomboy, and make them tell me where Jenny and Whitney are being kept.

She glanced at the open main dungeon door as she passed, eyes narrowing.

I’m going to put the fear of God and FEM Fighters in their bones, she thought. Tonight, I will put an end to Kingpin and his evil criminal empire.