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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 6

Albright pool house, Sunday morning…

Kelly looked up at the silent heavens as she rode Brad reverse cowgirl. A low groan escaped her lips as she bounced up and down on his never-ending erection. She’d just learned the evil bastard was popping little blue pills to ensure he kept her busy. Extra strength pills. And Kelly felt it in her bones. On top of that, she still hadn’t recovered from the utter exhaustion of all those homeless men passing her around, gangbanging her, and otherwise wearing her ass out. That session lasted for hours and hours of nonstop sex for her, all while Jessica watched with a gleeful face.

Her wicked mistress didn’t take Kelly away until the last of the homeless men passed out from sexual exhaustion. Maybe five hours back, but that time was more than occupied by Brad’s insatiable appetites aided by modern medicine.

She bit her lip, putting a little extra effort into fucking Brad. Surely he had to get some sleep sooner or later. Better sooner. Her day would start anew when Jessica woke up and took charge of her.

“Oh baby, please,” she gasped out. “Are you about to come?”

He yanked her hair, pulling her head back. Then he wrapped a big hand around her neck and squeezed.

“Hush, whore,” he snarled. “Jess gave you to me. I’m going to enjoy every minute I have, so squeeze that wallowed out hole tighter and ride me.”

Oh, that taunt stung. So many men fucked her last night. So, so many. Kelly remembered what a sticky mess she’d been after it ended. Jessica, being wicked, used the tank top, shorts, and thong she’d been kidnapped in to clean her up. And by “clean up” she meant Jessica just wiped off all the cum she could with the garments.

She’s been so nasty even Brad didn’t want to touch her until after they got her back to the pool house and allowed her to take a long, hot shower. And then, of course, he went to town on her body.

No day of rest for me, Kelly thought.

Her brain wasn’t working too well at the moment. Too much sex for too many hours left her light-headed and hyper-horny, over a bone-deep exhaustion. She struggled to remember exactly how it all shook out the previous summer. Jessica had allowed her some nights off to sleep and recover. But she couldn’t concentrate well enough to remember how many days, or weeks, passed before she started getting recovery time.

Will she allow me to go home to rest?

Her father was probably beside himself with worry. What could she tell him? What shouldshe tell him? Would he even allow her to stay at the house now?

“Ta da!” Jessica cried as she jumped into the second floor bedroom and struck a pose. “I’m Tomboy 2.0!”

Kelly paused with Brad balls deep inside her. All the blonde teen could do was stare. Jessica had put on her entire Tomboy costume, paired with a blonde wig. The red cap with TB, blue mask, and white sports bra under a red vest looked amazing on her. Jessica did wear a pair of her own daisy dukes, since she had much narrower hips. The shorts went over black fishnet pantyhose, and those were definitely Kelly’s red and white ankle boots. She even wore Kelly’s fingerless batting gloves.

“You look better than the original,” Brad said. “Uber sexy, babe.”

“I know, right?” Jessica said, going through a series of sexy poses. “I can strut, pout pretty, and put it out to bad boys just like a real super heroine.”

“It’s more than that,” Kelly said. “I mean… No, we don’t strut and pout, much less put out.”

“Oh, you girls strut. I’ve seen news footage of you and other heroines.”

“Well, okay, I’ll admit there might be a little strutting…”

“And,” Jessica continued. “I’ve heard all the rumors of how super heroines get captured, get raw-dogged, and they miraculously escape. Over and over again. Really? Me thinks the super skanks like to get captured and reamed out. Once you’ve had your fun, you get all super again and escape.”

“And they probably pout really pretty for the guys that capture them,” Brad said. “To entice them to fuck ‘em, right? Right?”

“That is so wrong,” Kelly said.

“Speaking of so wrong, I’m guessing you guys haven’t watched any news this morning.”

Brad shook his head. “We’ve had better things to do.”

Jessica smirked at Kelly, nodded, and picked up the remote. She turned on the wall-mounted TV. The local news came on in the middle of the weather report. The hot little weather girl spoke of a major thunderstorm about to lower the boom on Bisbee in the next hour. Flash floods. Fierce winds. Possible tornados. Yeah, she had that meteorologist’s gleam in her eyes.

Brad made Kelly start riding him reverse cowgirl again, while Jessica pressed up to claim her lips. The two of them made out with Kelly through the commercial break, and another two national stories. Then they started talking about the big news of the day locally.

“Police are still searching for college coed and local high school sports hero, Kelly Kingsley’s body this morning. They have search boats and divers out on the river where her body was reportedly dumped.”

“What the fuck?” Kelly cried. “I’m not dead!”

“Odd that,” Jessica said. “This might be my fault. After I cleaned off all that nasty cum covering your body last night, I found your old clothes too nasty to touch, much less bring back here. So I tossed them down by the river.” She stopped to hold Kelly’s gaze. “I might’ve called 911 with a burner phone to report seeing a bunch of homeless men tossing a dead blonde in the river. Not admitting to anything, just putting that out there. Tee hee.”

“The cops must’ve found all of Kelly’s cum-soaked clothes and assumed the worst,” Brad said. “Funny, don’t you think?”

“Hilarious,” Jessica said. She shrugged. “I guess it’s working out good for us, because now no one’s looking for Miss Kingsley, except in the river.”

Kelly stared at her in horror.

“Looks like you are a non person now, Kel,” Jessica sneered. “My little slave slut. My fuck toy forever. How thrilling is that?”