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Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 15

“You have no authority here, Tomboy,” Dorian declared angrily, stepping forward and striking an arrogant pose.

Tomboy stared at him. Dorian stood before her in nothing but a black leather harness. All above the waist. His cock hung limply between his legs. She couldn’t imagine him looking any less threatening. In contrast, Donald remained fully dressed in suit and tie, while Lady Lovelace was decked out in full dominatrix.

“And you aren’t wearing any pants,” she quipped. And then she kicked him between the legs. “Ouch. Bet that hurt.”

A shocked look on his face, knees locked together, Dorian dropped to the floor and curled up. Donald and Lady Lovelace jumped back, looking just as surprised at the mighty Kingpin on the floor.

“Surrender to the law, or join him in agony,” Tomboy said, stepping towards them.

Donald dug into his jacket pocket, pulled out brass knuckles, and dropping into a fighting stance. She gave the middle-aged man a wary look. The club manager was a large man, and she knew he had strength. But she’d seen him naked many times, and knew she could take him. She might not even need her FEM Belt to do it.

“Ah, I see you’ve chosen a lifetime in prison over cooperation,” Tomboy said. That rattled him, but he didn’t relent. “Of course, if you’ve done half of what I expect is going on here, then there is no saving yourself.”

“Fuck you, whore,” Donald snarled, turning red in his rage and terror.

Tomboy heard angry shouts outside. The club security men would be there soon, and there might be too many for even her to handle. She had to wrap the leaders up fast, and then get the police over there to help sort it all out.

“I don’t have the luxury of time to play games,” she said, lifting her right hand. Tomboy pointed her fist at Donald. His eyes widened. And she reached toward the button on her Power Bracer. “This is going to be very painful.”

That thick white beam of energy struck Donald in the chest. The man wailed, threw his arms back, and fell straight back. Unconscious before he hit the floor.

Tomboy noticed Lady Lovelace shaking her head in denial, slowly backing away. She smiled at the redheaded dominatrix. It was not a pleasant smile.

“Now we’re down to you,” Tomboy said softly. “I have a feeling you prefer dishing out pain, but not receiving it. Let me tell you, this stun beam is the kind of pain to cause nightmares for years afterwards. So do you want to cooperate, or suffer the consequences?”

“Leave me alone. I don’t know anything,” she said. “I just work here.”

Tomboy started towards the dominatrix. Lady Lovelace was backed up against the wall. She threw her arms wide, looking beside herself with fear and dread. The shapely heroine pressed up close, locking eyes with her foe.

The guards outside sounded closer. Were they coming inside?

“This is your last chance, Lady,” Tomboy said.

She covertly opened a pouch on her utility belt, pulling out her heroine phone. The hypno app wasn’t supposed to be used to question prisoners, but Tomboy had to find Whitney and Jenny before it was too late. She had to rescue them that night.

“Where did you take Whitney Sanders and Jenny Green?”

Lady Lovelace stared into Tomboy’s eyes. Then she dropped her gaze, and did a double-take. That alarmed Tomboy. What did the evil woman just discover or realize?

“Why are you wearing Kelly’s slave collar?”

Tomboy froze. Collar? The stainless steel collar the club locked in place around her neck every night? Her left hand came up to touch the collar, confirming her worst fear.

How could I forget about that?

“I know your secret, Kelly ‘Tomboy’ Kingsley,” Lady Lovelace sneered. “Who has the power now, little bitch?”

Tomboy didn’t have to imagine what life as Lady Lovelace’s slave would be like. It had literally been her job for the past few weeks. Was she about to join Whitney and Jenny in permanent sex slavery?

Her gloved hand tightened around the phone. Her salvation was an app. Tomboy lifted the phone up and looked at it. She tapped the hypno app, and then turned the screen to Lady Lovelace.

“This evidences says you will never reveal my secret,” Tomboy said.

Lady Lovelace looked surprised, so looked at the phone. Her breath caught, and Tomboy watched all intelligence melt out of her eyes. The dominatrix’s face went slack, jaw dropping.

“Lady, you are an obedient slavegirl now,” Tomboy said. She watched the dominatrix’s body change, looking more open and submissive.

“I am yours, Mistress,” Lady Lovelace said. “I obey.”

Tomboy cringed. She’d said the first thing to come in her head, but why did she order her foe to become her slavegirl? Was she that indoctrinated into sex slavery already? Was she going to have to undergo deprogramming again?

“Where did you take Jenny and Whitney?”

“To the training facility up in Westin, north of the city,” she said in a monotone.

“Which is where you are going, Tomboy,” Dorian snarled into her ear as his arm went around her neck, free hand punching her over the kidney. “Get the fucking phone away from her, Don.”

The club manager was on her in a flash, twisting the phone out of her hand. Really, they overwhelmed her by surprise. By the time Tomboy realized the danger, they had the advantage. But, she still had her FEM Belt and Power Bracers.

“You just made a big mistake,” Tomboy growled.

Donald then threw her phone to the floor, and stomped on it. Tomboy and Dorian froze.

“What the hell?” she cried.

“Why did you do that?” Dorian shouted. “We could’ve used that entrancing program to enslave our girls.”

Tomboy recovered first. She drove an elbow into Dorian’s ribs, forcing him to release her and stumble back. Donald charged in, swing at her face as she spun around to confront them. The busty blonde remembered his brass knuckles half a second before his right cross landed.

The stunned heroine spun around and staggered two steps. Dorian rose up on his knees before her, and then slammed a fist into her pussy. Five times. Still, she was ten times the strength of a man, and the FEM Belt helped to mute the pain and heal her quickly. So Tomboy kneed Dorian in the face, ducked under Donald’s next right cross, and then body-checked the club manager back against the wall.

Donald bounced off the wall, and came right back at her. His brass-knuckled fist cocked back, so she spun to slam a back-hand fist into his face. Donald dropped like a rock at her feet. But club security officers flooded in the door when she turned back to finish off Dorian.

“Oh shit.”

There were a lot more left still standing than she thought possible. Tomboy decided discretion was the better part of valor, and turned to run. Dorian lunged at her from the floor, catching her left ankle. He tripped Tomboy, making her stumble headlong into the closed door to the Promenade.

“Nononono!” Tomboy screamed when security men started dog-piling her.

Someone grabbed her sports bra, forcing her tits to fall out below. Funny how so many hands found her tits in that pile of humanity. Another hand slipped under her shorts, while others yanked her long hair. And then she spotted Lady Lovelace just standing there. Waiting for a command.

Tomboy screamed when the FEM Belt came off. Other guards struggled, but figured out how to remove the Power Bracers. The busty blonde bucked and writhed, depowered and helpless.

“Lady!” Tomboy cried. “I need you!”

Everyone froze. Tomboy panted in their midst, arms and legs pressed to the floor. Lady Lovelace smiled down at her, stepped up between her widespread legs, and dropped to her knees.

“I obey, Mistress,” the entranced redhead whispered. Then she yanked Tomboy’s shorts to the side, and lowered her face. “Mmmmm.”

Tomboy’s eyes widened. Not what she meant, but she understood why a professional sex worker would think “I need you” meant sex. The guards held her down while the dominatrix ate her out. And Lady Lovelace proved to be more than pro, bringing the already worked up heroine to a climax in record time.

“Aaaagggh!”

In the middle of Tomboy’s granddaddy climax, Dorian loomed above her. He sneered down at her, and then bent over. Tomboy figured out what he intended too late. The man known as Kingpin grabbed the edge of her mask, and started pulling.

“No! Stop!” she screamed.

He didn’t. The mask peeled off to reveal her beautiful, and quite familiar, face.

“So you really are Kelly,” Dorian sneered, before snapping a leash onto her collar. “Well, your little undercover operation has backfired. Now you are a slave.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Tomboy gasped out, struggle with all her might. “I will have my vengeance!”

“Bind her arms,” he command. “Put a gag in her, too.” Kingpin locked eyes with the vanquished vigilante. “This is the end of the road, Tomboy. Now you are going to vanish into the wonderful world of sex slavery. And good riddance.”