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Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 18

Bright light stabbed at her eyes. Kelly groaned, and then tried to roll over to avoid the light. Her wrists and ankles didn’t move. Couldn’t be moved. Then she realized her shoulders ached, while her arms were stretched up at a forty five degree angle.

“What’s happening?” Kelly whispered, hoarsely. She struggled again, before realizing she was bound spread eagle, face up on a bunk bed, lower bunk “Why am I tied like this?”

Worse, a quickly look down her body found her wearing just her red gloves and FEM Fighter ankle boots. Nothing else, while her body felt sore and overused, and tacky all over.

“Oh. Oh no,” she gasped out, eyes huge. Yeah, she remembered what happened. “I’ve been captured and enslaved.”

“Glad you figured that out, sweetheart,” a tall, busty brunette said. “I’m Mistress Brandy. One of your trainers for today.”

“Let me go. I demand you release me,” Kelly said. “I don’t want to be trained.”

“I know, right?” Brandy said, giving her a sympathetic look. Then a grin of pure wicked glee spread across the young beauty’s face. “Exciting, isn’t it? Breaking a new girl is so much fun.”

“What kind of monster are you?”

Mistress Brandy struck a sassy pose. “A rather pretty monster, I think.”

The slave trainer was decked out in full dominatrix: All black leather corset, pants, thigh boots, and opera gloves. The corset and thigh boots were laced up with pink. Then another slave training came into the bunk room. A male.

The male trainer was also dressed in black leather: upper body harness, pants, and boots. Otherwise, he was tall, dark, and handsome. He went to rouse the other four slavegirls in Jenny and Whitney’s group.

“That’s Cajun Joe. You will address him as Master at all times. Just Master,” Mistress Brandy said. “He’s another slave trainer, and you will get to know his whip and dick quite intimately, I assure you.”

Mistress Brandy released first Evelynn from the top bunk. The former head dominatrix knelt obediently to one side while the trainer unreleased Kelly’s wrists and ankles. Evelynn still wore her shiny black patient thigh boots and the black collar placed on her by Mistress Hypatia the previous night. There was no distress to see in her expression or body language, much less defiance.

Kelly wanted to attack the trainer, but her arms and hands barely responded to her will until after Mistress Brandy bound her wrists behind her back. Her legs handled being bound all night much better. Arms tingling, slowly regaining strength, Kelly was leashed and forced to follow Mistress Brandy out of the bunk room. The trainer led both her and Lady Lovelace, while Cajun Joe already had the much more obedient other slavegirls long gone.

Kelly and Evelynn were led to stairs down into a basement. It looked like a good two thousand square feet of BDSM scary to Kelly. Most of the basement was an open bay dungeon, but there were rooms divided off on both ends, making it hard to judge the exact size. She silently prayed those rooms were for storage and such, and not even scarier BDSM setups.

Every piece of insidious bondage furniture Kelly had ever seen was in that basement dungeon, and some she had never even imagined. Chains hung from the ceiling in numerous places, with some red leather covered “beds” scattered about, mostly round beds with lots of stainless steel loops to attach ropes and chains.

Another woman waited in the basement for them. She was tall, blonde, blue-eyed dominatrix perfection. She was dressed exactly like Mistress Brandy, just with red lacings on her corset and thigh boots. She also held a wicked looking riding crop.

Mistress Brandy forced Kelly and Evelynn to kneel before the other trainer.

“I am Mistress Caroline, head trainer,” she said. She grinned at Evelynn. “I’ve waited a long time for you to fall into my tender mercies, Lady Lovelace.”

“I am yours to command, Mistress,” Evelynn said submissively.

“I know. I was told you are entranced, and utterly submissive,” Mistress Caroline said, frowning. “What a shame. I so wanted to break you.” Her lovely blue eyes turned to Kelly. “And you’re the one who ruined my fun by entrancing her. Rest assured, I will take it out of your ass.”

“Of course you will,” Kelly said. “Bitch.”

Thwack!

Kelly froze, eyes huge, mouth open to scream, but nothing came out. The pain was that intense. She never saw the riding crop coming. Mistress Caroline slapped that crop across the blonde teenager’s sensitive tits.

“Apologize,” Mistress Caroline demanded, eyes intense. “Apologize like a slavegirl.”

Kelly could barely think, much less form a sentence sufficiently submissive for that terrible woman. So she suffered the consequences.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Across the cheek. Across her tits again. Across her naked shoulders.

“Aaaaiiieee!” Kelly screamed. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I promise to be good!”

Mistress Caroline smirked at Mistress Brandy. “Not exactly a proper slavegirl apology, but heartfelt, I’m sure.”

They snickered. Then Mistress Caroline gave both Kelly and Evelynn whacks across their tits. Thwack! Thwack!

Kelly stared up at the evil trainer. The pain radiating through her body barely allowed her to think straight. And then Mistress Caroline scooted her fright foot forward.

“Lick it, slave,” Mistress Caroline said. Her voice dropped lower. “And it better be pretty. You better convince me you love licking boot more than anything else.”

She had to force her body to relax, despite all of the pain. Mistress Brandy freed her wrists, so she could get enough balance to perform the deed properly. So on all fours, Kelly lowered her lips to the toe of that shiny black boot. She kissed it gently, then nuzzled it. The blonde teenager pushed all other thoughts from her head, remembering all the shoe and boot licking she performed as first Jessica’s sex slave over the last summer, and then as a Dominion sex slave employee.

“Mmm,” she moaned, surprising herself as much as the two trainers.

Kelly started licking. The taste and smell of boot polish stimulated her senses, fired up her libido. She knew exactly what to do, and how to look hot and sexy while performing. Her long, delicate fingers stroked and caressed Mistress Caroline’s small foot, making love to it. When she kissed and licked her way to the heel, Kelly wrapped her hot, wet tongue around it and stroked that tall stiletto heel so well that even her mistress groaned.

“She’s good,” Mistress Brandy said. “I have a feeling Evelynn and Kelly will be the easiest trainees ever.”

“I have to admit, they do an excellent job at Dominion at training their bodies and simple minds to be slaves.”

While Kelly continued licking boot, Mistress Brandy took Evelynn over to a rack, that held the former head dominatrix bent over. And then the wicked trainer buckled a monster strap-on around her hips. Kelly cut worried eyes their way as Mistress Brandy lubed up the strap-on, and slowly mounted the helpless slavegirl.

Evelynn gasped and groaned, bucked and wiggled her butt, while Mistress Brandy reamed her out royally. After she forced the ex-dominatrix to climax twice, the trainer pulled out, whipped Evelynn with a riding crop across the back, butt, and thighs. And then she mounted the panting slave’s bunghole.

“Oh, Mistress!” Evelynn cried, looking shocked.

It was a very long and thick strap-on.

“You’re getting preoccupied with someone else, Kelly,” Mistress Caroline said. “I guess you need a little of what Evelynn is getting. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The dominatrix trainer paused. “We you prefer to lick boot, or get fucked insane?”

“I get to choose?”

“No. I merely asked which you prefer.”

“I prefer getting fucked, Mistress.”

“Good choice, slave.”

Mistress Caroline forced Kelly to crawl over to a line of ten pieces of the same bondage furniture. But her eyes locked on the machines behind the BDSM torture playstations. A fucking machine with two long, thick rubber dildos. The fucking machine hand a post rising up from it, with what looked like two rubber or leather flaps hand to either side.

Kelly was forced to crawl up on the holding device before the fucking machine. Back to the machine and wall, Kelly was locked into place. Mistress Caroline locked Kelly’s ankles in the spreader bar connected at the bottom. The slavegirl’s torso was laid parallel to the floor on a thinly padded seat. That forced her butt to be thrust out, pussy and anus exposed for easy access. Her large tits dangled beneath her, just off the end of the seat. And then her arms were pulled down below her knees to a second, shorter spreader bar. Her wrists were locked to either end of that bar.

Mistress Caroline slowly walked to a side table, stilettos clacking. She picked up a bright red ball gag, and grinned back at the wide-eyed slavegirl. Returning, she slowly forced the ball gag into Kelly’s mouth, between her teeth, forcing her jaw painfully wide.

“You look so beautiful bound like that,” Mistress Caroline purred, caressing Kelly’s cheeks with fingertips.

Evelynn was led up by Mistress Brandy, and the enslaved dominatrix was placed in the playstation beside Kelly. Soon, they both were bound tight, gagged, and struggling with her bonds.

The two trainers then stepped behind them. Kelly tired looking over her shoulders, but she only caught glimpses of the trainers adjusting the fucking machines extendable arms. Within moments Kelly felt something large, cold, and slathered in lubricant pressed against her pussy, forced between her neither lips. And then he slowly penetrated her, pushing a good four inches inside, while stretching her little hole out.

Once that first dildo was firmly in place, Mistress Caroline quickly threatened Kelly’s ass hole with the other dildo.

“Relax, Kelly. Don’t fight it,” Mistress Caroline commanded. “In no time your little brain will be numb, and you will be on the path to full time sexual slavery. A life you will quickly learn to love.”

Kelly obeyed, relaxing her sphincter. The dildo penetrated her ass, and she groaned as a good four inches pushed up inside her. Then Mistress Caroline turned on the Fucking machine.

“Uuuummmmm!” Kelly screamed around the ball gag.

A moment later, Evelynn groaned when her fucking machine was turned on.

The two trainers spent the better part of fifteen minutes adjusting the parameters of the thrusts, ensuring the slaves felt every single inch of those ten inch dildos with every stroke. And then Kelly found out what the two flaps were all about.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Uuummmm!”

She couldn’t believe it. The flaps were paddles! It wasn’t a constant paddling, but ever so often the fucking machine swirled those two flaps around a few times, smacking her across the butt cheeks. One paddle for each cheek.

“Enjoy,” Mistress Caroline said. “Every slaves loves a good spanking, and fucking.”

“You two won’t be allowed to sleep for the next week or two,” Mistress Brandy said, holding out a helmet for Evelynn to stared at in shock.

Mistress Caroline started pushing another helmet down on Kelly’s head. “This is a brainwashing program. Lack of sleep, ceaseless climaxes, and a nice dose of spanking, will tear down all your emotional walls, and then break you down mentally, emotionally, and physically. And then we will start to remake you into the perfect BDSM fuck slaves.”

The helmet sealed around Kelly’s ears, while placing a bright blue screen before her eyes. Then pictures of slave submission began appearing before her, as the soft, yet demanding, words of submission and obedience began droning in her ears.

Kelly couldn’t do anything but listen, watch, and endure that brainwashing and machine fucking. Soon her mind grew still, and no thoughts echoed through her mind save the brainwashing program in her ears. The paddles randomly stung her butt, while she felt drool drip off her chin.

Submission obedience was going to be a long, hard journey.