Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 19) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 19

Six weeks later…

“Who are you?”

“I am Kelly, Mistress.”

“What are you, Kelly?”

“I am a slavegirl, Mistress.”

“What do you want, Kelly? More than anything, what do you want?”

“I want to please, Mistress,” Kelly said. “I want to obey. I need to obey and please in every way.”

“You are a good girl, Kelly,” Mistress Caroline purred, stroking her hair. “I’m very pleased with you.”

Kelly’s smile was glorious. So happy. She could barely keep still as she knelt at the trainer’s finely booted feet. Her real owner, her ultimate master, stood just a few feet away and watched. Dorian Moore smiled and nodded at her responses and body language.

“You’ve done well, Mistress Caroline,” Dorian said. “All vestiges of her former super heroine life have been eradicated, and now Kelly is just a girlie-girl sexy fuck slave.”

“Kelly is my best pupil yet. She’s even better than Tessa,” Mistress Caroline said. “So I’ve now trained two FEM Fighters, Starfire and Tomboy. I wonder if you should go after Kelly’s comrades: Puma, Gloriosa, Vixen, and Puritan. I think heroines might be natural born slavegirls in denial.”

“I’d love to get my hands on those four. They are the biggest thorn in my side right now,” Dorian said. “But Kelly doesn’t know their secret identities, so…”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you already thought if it,” she said. “So Kelly really didn’t have any ideas on capturing them?”

He paused. “I never asked her that.”

Dorian lifted Kelly’s chin with a single finger, making her look up into his eyes. She smiled at her master. So handsome. So big and strong and domineering.

“Kelly, what would be the easiest way to capture the other FEM Fighters in Dallas?”

Kelly’s eyes glazed over a moment. She shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose you could hide inside our secret lair and ambush them one by one as they arrive, and before they can put on their FEM Belts.”

Dorian’s breath caught. Mistress Caroline let out a tiny squeak of excitement.

“Where is this secret lair, Kelly?”

“Under the Greater Dallas Bank and Trust,” Kelly said.

“How do I get down into this secret lair?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You broke my phone, and I had an app on it to open the secret hidden back door.”

He asked question after question to hammer down exactly where the hidden entrance would be found. Kelly never really studied it that closely, so struggled a little answering all of his questions. But she definitely didn’t know of any other way to access the FEM Fighter secret lair.

“You could hide men around the back of the bank and jump them as they arrive,” Mistress Caroline said.

“Or shoot them,” Dorian said. “With tranq darts, of course.” He patted Kelly on the head. “Thank you, Kelly. You made me very happy by telling me this.”

Kelly squirmed on her knees, so happy she couldn’t be still. She pressed her face into his crotch, nuzzling his junk through his pants.

“I live to please, Master.”

Master Dorian and Mistress Caroline moved down the line to Evelynn. The former head dominatrix at Dominion knelt two feet from Kelly. All six slavegirls knelt for their final inspection in nothing but makeup and jewelry. The other two trainers stood behind them, looking so proud of themselves.

One of her master’s minions stepped up before her. Kelly smiled up at him, before she rose up on her knees, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out a semi-erect cock. The blonde teenager smiled up at him as she tickled his pisshole with her tongue, while stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other.

The big goon combed thick fingers into her soft hair, and then thrust into her mouth. Kelly opened wide to accept him, loving how he stretched her jaw out so much. Then using her lips and tongue, she bobbed up and down his shaft, taking him in a little deeper each time. Soon, he started tapping the back of her throat with every deep thrust.

Kelly happily hummed to send sweet vibrations into the goon as her master inspected the former dominatrix two steps away. Evelynn looked beside herself with joy to see him.

Her master took a little more time taunting Evelynn. His former partner came out of her trance after about three weeks. Didn’t matter. They refused to free her, but did seem to enjoy listening to her beg for it. Dorian actually pulled out his dick and made Evelynn suck him off. She performed to perfection. The trainers broke her easily, and she was just as helplessly a trained slave as Kelly.

The cock in Kelly’s mouth swelled a little more, and his thrusts became jerky. Kelly intensified her sucking, stroking, and gave his balls a firm squeeze. Hot cum gushed into her mouth, filled her up, puffing out her cheeks. She pulled off after he finished coming, swallowed twice, and then proceeded to lick his cock completely clean.

Kelly glanced down the line when Dorian inspected her best friends, Whitney and Jenny. They too lived only to obey and please. The last two slavegirls had barely registered in Kelly’s mind. Two poor coeds lost in the human trafficking machine, their fates sealed now.

After Dorian inspected a slavegirl, one of his bodyguards stepped up to her and got his BJ. Kelly ended up giving four men blow jobs. Evelynn gave three bodyguards BJs, while Jenny and Whitney pleased two each. The last two slavegirls only got to suck off one man each.

It’s good to be first, Kelly thought, licking her lips.

“All right, Caroline, get them ready to ship,” Dorian said. “Donny, you and your boys can play with them during the flight, but keep them secured in their racks at all times.”

“You got it, boss.”

Donny was the man Kelly sucked off first after her inspection. He was the biggest goon there, built like a brick shithouse.

The three trainers each took charge of two slaves. Mistress Caroline commanded Kelly and Evelynn to stand, and then escorted them to a side room. Kelly found her Tomboy costume waiting, while Evelynn got a black leather corset and thigh boots outfit. No bottoms. After they were dressed, both slaves’ arms were pulled back and their arms secured in black leather bondage sleeves. Collars were put on them, and leashes attached.

“I love a slave in tight armbinders,” Mistress Caroline purred.

Donny took both leashes, leading them out to a waiting cargo van. The other four slavegirls were already bound, gagged, and kneeling on the floorboards. Donny forced a red ball gag between Kelly’s teeth, before gagging Evelynn.

The trip to the small private airport was short. A Gulfstream private jet waited, engines already warmed up. The slave girls were led in a line on leashes, up and into the jet. The twelve men escorting them sat in luxurious leather seats, while the slaves were locked down in what they called “racks” straight down the middle of the aisle.

Each rack was a square steel pole laid on the floor bolted in place. At one end, was a short chain the men locked to the slaves’ collars to hold her head just a few inches off the floor. The slaves’ wrists were locked into manacles just below their head. That forced the slaves onto all fours, elbows and knees on the floor. Then their ankles were locked in cuffs to the same pole.

Kelly squirmed, testing her bonds. Yeah, she couldn’t move more than a few inches, and was left in a very vulnerable position. As the jet taxied out to the end of the runway, Donny pulled Kelly’s sports bra up to release her tits. Then he pulled her shorts down to her knees.

“Look at that hot, sloppy wet pussy,” Donny sneered, rubbing her slick folds. “Looks like it’s going to be a long, long flight for you slaves.”

As the Gulfstream stopped at the end of the runway, Donny moved behind Kelly and pressed his cock to her pussy. He pushed past her folds, and right up to her entrance. Her breath caught, waiting for that glorious first thrust. The thrust that always hurt so damned good. Kelly bit down on the ball gag. Waiting.

The jets began it’s take off and Donny thrust. His penetration sent a jolt up into the shapely teen. Kelly grunted, and she heard Jenny gasp. Soon, all six slavegirls were grunting, groaning, and gasping.

“This is your life from now on, Tomboy,” Donny sneered. “And thanks to you, we’re going to capture and enslave your FEM Fighting friends, too.”