Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 16) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 16

“Mmmm,” Lady Lovelace moaned, still giving Tomboy intense oral pleasure. She never stopped, continuing through all the struggles.

Tomboy lay on her back, each wrist bound to the opposite arm’s elbow. Her sports bra was pulled up over her tits, which jostled enticingly while she struggled with her bound arms. Then her long legs snapped shut, trapping Lady Lovelace’s head between them.

“Aaaaagghh,” the captured heroine cried. “Oooooo.”

Tomboy relaxed, huffing and puffing. Her body tingled inside and out from the climax the entranced dominatrix gave her. Her capture also left her reeling, feeling weak and vulnerable. And Lady Lovelace’s lips, tongue, and teeth were starting to rock her boat again. The hapless heroine wiggled her hips, stared down her sweat-shiny body, and watched how enthusiastically her former boss ate pussy.

“How long will Lady Lovelace be hypnotized?” Dorian demanded.

Tomboy’s head lolled around a second. It was getting harder to think. Lady Lovelace had real talent. The former dominatrix had Tomboy’s body singing again, pushing the blonde closer and closer to another soul numbing climax.

“I don’t know,” Tomboy whispered breathlessly. She moaned, groaned, and writhed. Lady Lovelace started to concentrate just on her clit. Just divine. “Days. Weeks. Forever. I could’ve released her with the phone and app, but now…”

Thrusting her hips, Tomboy ground her pussy in the redhead’s mouth. That looming orgasm consumed her thoughts. Part of her wanted to fight it, but she knew she couldn’t. Her body wanted it too much. Now her libido was fired up, and her mind wanted the pleasure as well.

“Is there another way to break her out of her current mental condition?”

Tomboy struggled to focus. What was he yammering about? Lady Lovelace’s mental condition! Oh yes.

“Not that I know of,” she gasped. It was a lie, but Tomboy wasn’t feeling cooperative. There was no benefit to her in releasing Lady Lovelace. Besides, the entranced beauty was sucking clit so well. “Yes. Yes. Just like that, baby. Almost there.”

He looked at Donald. “Inform Hypatia that she is now Head Dominatrix. Lady Lovelace has proven herself to be too mentally weak to be one of the partners. So Evelynn will go with Tomboy to the training facility, and then end her days at the resort as a sex slave. And then get another van up here so we can transport these two out to the training facility.”

“Yes! YES!” Tomboy cried, eyes huge. “Just. Like. Aaaaggggh!”

The club manager watched her a moment, grinning, and then departed.

Tomboy lay there, staring up at Dorian as her body cooled down and she caught her breath. She was still enjoying the afterglow, tingly all over and her insides a hot mess. Much too weak to put up any kind of fight.

Dorian signaled, and Lady Lovelace was pulled away from Tomboy. The heroine watched her former mistress and boss being fondled and stripped by the club guards. They quickly got her down to just opera gloves and thigh boots, before two of them impaled her in a spit-roast scene.

A tiny smile tugged at the blonde’s full red lips. The head dominatrix had taken her to numerous scenes where two, three, up to four men fucked her at the same time. Yeah, she’d been bent over getting fucked from behind, while another guy reamed out her mouth and throat too many times to count. Did that ever happen to dominatrixes?

Mistress Hypatia strutted into the room a moment later. She carried two blackened steel collars and a riding crop. She handed one collar to Dorian, and then approached Lady Lovelace with the other.

“Aww, poor thing,” Mistress Hypatia purred, stroking the enslaved dominatrix’s naked back. She watched the two guards pounding into their former boss. “How the mighty have fallen.”

Tomboy watch Mistress Hypatia open the steel collar, fit it around Lady Lovelace’s slender throat, and then she snapped it closed. And then instead of a tiny padlock, the new head dominatrix used a small screwdriver and secured the collar with a small screw. That made Tomboy’s head spin.

That’s a whole new level of securing a slavegirl.

Guards seized Tomboy’s arms, pulling the young beauty to her feet. She stood before Dorian. Stood before the notorious Kingpin, in all her pride and glory. Helpless. His slave, free to do anything and everything he wanted to her.

Dorian quickly unlocked and removed her club collar. He tossed the stainless steel collar away, sending it clattering across the floor. Then he encircled her neck with the new black steel collar. That act felt especially ominous to Tomboy, sucking the air out of her lungs. Then Hypatia approached, and secured it with a screw while he held it still.

“That collar will remain around your neck until you are trained, and flown down to the Caribbean, Kelly,” Dorian said. “It is not a shiny accessory like your club collar, but a true slave collar. You are no longer a free woman. You will spend the rest of your life in chains.”

The busty blonde swooned. She felt her true enslavement in her bones. She never informed her fellow FEM Fighters about her undercover mission. They would just know she vanished, and never know why. No one would come looking for her at Dominion.

“Kneel, slave.”

Tomboy gawked up at him a second, and then slowly dropped to her knees. He smirked down at her, and then unzipped. She watched him fish out his semi-erection. Then he started rubbing it all over her unmasked face, looking so pleased with himself. She endured it a moment, but knew what he wanted from her.

Locking eyes with her master, Tomboy opened her mouth, and then used her tongue to catch and guide him in. She moaned and groaned when he finally pushed into her hot, wet mouth. Tomboy closed her eyes and started sucking.