Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 20) (Patreon)

Here is the 20th and final chapters of "Dark Dominion" I hope you enjoyed the story.

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 20

A very private Caribbean island resort, one year later…

Tomboy stepped into the Heroine Dungeon and stopped to scan the room. Masked and costumes former super heroines answered the darkest yearnings of her master’s guests. To her immediate right, just five feet away, Jessica – formerly Gloriosa – was on her knees before a guest. She was in full mask and costume, while her wrists were bound to her ankles, so she was balanced precariously on her knees. The guest was completely naked, a rather handsome tech billionaire in his late twenties. Both of his hands clutched her long brown hair tightly, while rocking her back and forth on her knees. Tomboy’s breath caught as she watched his thick shaft sliding in and out of her tight mouth.

The enslaved heroine felt just a ping of regret knowing she’d betrayed her fellow FEM Fighters, and two months after her arrival at the resort, Gloriosa, Puma, Vixen, and Puritan all arrived together as well trained sex slaves. Now Jessica, Kyra, Tao, and Annie were just BDSM slavegirls, all thoughts of super heroine glory long gone. They lived to obey and please.

Straight ahead, all the way across the dungeon, Starfire from Los Angeles, was bent over atop a bondage horse, tied into place tightly, and getting fucked mouth and ass. Up on the stage in the very center of the dungeon two topless heroines were making out like love-starved minxes: Puma and Puritan.

Vixen approached her, also topless, but still masked. The patrons tended to leave the masks on the slaves. Some unmasked them after they were finished fucking. The Chinese-American beauty was leading a huge NBA center by the hand. The gorgeous Asian pressed up to Tomboy, kissed her long and passionately, and then winked.

“Me and Jamal are going to my room to do some wicked nasty shit,” she purred.

Jamal stopped to grope Tomboy, while kissing her. “Nothing you and I haven’t done a dozen times this week.”

Tomboy smiled and nodded. Her throat was too tight to speak. Jamal was intense, and his cock ginormous. The seven foot monster of a man never went limp! Yeah. Intense. And Tao was the smallest of all the super heroine slavegirls. Doubly intense for Vixen.

Her eyes stopped on a middle-aged Russian billionaire. Yuri was short, fat, and extremely hirsute. He caught Tomboy’s eyes, but she averted them immediately. Yeah, she knew his kinda kink. So she tried to find a more appealing partner to play with, but Yuri stood up and pointed at her.

The supervising dominatrix hurried over to Tomboy.

“What is wrong with you, Kelly?” Mistress Devin demanded, green eyes fierce. “Are you trying to insult one of our guests?”

“No, Mistress. It’s just he likes to hurt his partner. And I don’t really like to be suspended for sex,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m wrong. I know it. I’ll submit to him.”

“Damn right you will,” Mistress Devin snarled. She snapped a leash onto Tomboy’s collar, and then swatted her butt five times with her riding crop. Yeah, even through her shorts it hurt like hell. “Now you be a good slavegirl and fulfill all of his fantasies.”

“Yes, Mistress Devin!”

Tomboy was led over to Yuri. The Russian Oligarch smacked his lips in anticipation as he looked the vanquished beauty over with covetous eyes.

“Master Yuri, I’m pleased to give you the American super heroine named Tomboy. She’s just nineteen, but she has three lifetimes worth of experience in the dark art of extreme pleasure. I think you’ll enjoy her immensely.”

“I know I will,” he said. Yuri snatched a tight fistful of silky blonde hair, pressing his face into Tomboy’s. “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you, cunt?”

“I am, Master. Very scared.”

Tomboy read him right. Yuri grinned with evil delight. He wanted to frighten the slaves. He wanted to torment and terrorize. He probably enjoyed that more than the actual sex.

“Assist me, woman,” Yuri said to Mistress Devin.

Tomboy was taken over to a corner. Chains hung down from the ceiling, stretcher bars dangling on their ends. Yuri forced Tomboy facedown on the floor, before pulling her arms back to buckle into the cuffs at either end of a foot and a half long stretcher bar. Then another chain was stretched taut between that same bar, and Tomboy’s collar, forcing her head way back and making it harder to breathe. That wasn’t enough.

“She looks even more beautiful now,” Yuri said. “I love the grimace on her face.”

“Tomboy is wonderfully expressive, Master Yuri.”

Yuri then pulled one of Tomboy’s legs up to lock into another, longer stretcher bar. Mistress Devin locked the other leg to the other end of the bar. Then Yuri activated the hydraulics, lifting first Tomboy’s legs a little higher than her head. Only then did he engage both chains and lift the hapless heroine up off the floor to about waist height.

Tomboy groaned, feeling the strain mostly in her arms, neck, and shoulders. Yuri walked around her, admiring his work. Then the naked Russian stepped up to her face, and guided his erection into her mouth. Tomboy opened wide and accepted his long, thick shaft.

He thrust into her a few moments, before pulling out. Tomboy looked at his wet dick, noticing that even it was hairy. Who had hairy cocks?

Yuri moved around behind her, ducking up between her spread legs. She felt his pudgy, soft hands caress and fondle her butt a long moment, before grabbing her hips.

Tomboy groaned long and soulfully when he slowly penetrated her pussy, starting to thrust deeper and deeper. He stretched her out so sweetly. Just the right amount of pain, and so much pleasure. So wonderful. Yet, so frustrating because she was unable to thrust her hips and get him deeper. Feelings of helplessness welled up.

“Ooooh, Master,” she cried softly.

The Russian billionaire pushed Tomboy. She swung only a few inches, but it was enough. He quickly got her swinging back and forth, which did all the work. She swung up and down his erection, getting swing-fucked.

“Ooooh, Master, yes!”

Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through the helpless beauty. She was quickly gasping with every thrust, which turned into tiny cries with every deep, tight thrust. She felt her body overheat, and then her insides melted into the hot tingles. Every deep thrust pushed Tomboy closer and closer to release, until Yuri grunted.

Tomboy felt the Russian’s cum flood her womb. He continued to thrust, until he pushed her over the top. Her insides clenched, and then erupted in the most glorious bliss.

“Aaaagggggh!”

After Tomboy came, Yuri slowly pulled out. She felt his seed flow out after him, puddling on the floor beneath her suspended body. But the Russian didn’t care. Yuri ambled around to her head again, sticking his wet, nasty dick in her face.

“Lick me clean, slave slut.”

Tomboy looked at his erection, slathered with their comingled cum. She licked her lips, and opened wide. As Yuri grinned and slowly slid his dick into her mouth, Tomboy cut her eyes up. Their gaze locked. Intense.

This is my life. I am Tomboy. A slave, she thought. I live to please. I live to obey.

Tomboy smiled, feelings of wellbeing filling her heart and soul.

The End