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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 7

Three weeks later, Wednesday afternoon…

They were in Brad’s two-bedroom, one bath home, so were using it as their studio. The house was the same floor plan as her father’s house, so Kelly suspected they were pretty close to her childhood home. She didn’t know for sure, since she was taken to the house bound hand and foot, and blindfolded, in the middle of the night.

A cruel little smile tugged on the corners of her full, glossy lips, despite the cruel black rubber ball-gag stuffed between her teeth. Brad was renting because he’d been expelled from college for sexual misconduct, losing his scholarship and any chance of making it in the NFL.

Misconduct, my ass, she thought. I bet someone accused him of a lot worse, and the college cleaned it up for PR reasons. He’s probably lucky to not be in jail.

Kelly sat on a fake bearskin rug, leaning back on arms sheathed in a black leather bondage sleeve. The collar Jessica put on her that first night hadn’t been removed once during her captivity, only now a harness wrapped around her head, holding the ball-gag in place. The only other “clothes” she wore was a pair of black patent thigh boots, with a spreader bar keeping her feet wide apart.

“Ready for your first porn video, Kel?” Jessica asked, a gleam in her blue eyes.

No, but my feelings aren’t taken into account, she thought, dropping her eyes.

“No comment? I guess that means you’re ready, willing, and able,” Jessica said. The brunette giggled, then looked the bound blonde over with relish. “I think this is the humble beginning for a long and profitable porn career for you, Kel.”

Kelly’s face heated up. For three weeks she’d endured their nasty predations on her body. For three weeks Jessica took her out at night to fuck strangers, while she and Brad enjoyed Kelly’s body during the days. Kelly had thought it couldn’t be any worse. She was wrong.

July is going to be pure hell.

Brad came in from the back. He was stark naked, save for a blue and gold lucha libre mask. It completely covered his head, with openings for eyes, nose, and mouth only. The sight of him, and his rock hard erection, sucked the air out of her lungs.

That man has way too much testosterone and Viagra in his blood.

Jessica picked up the expensive movie camera she’d maxed out her credit cards purchasing the day before. Kelly squirmed, skin heating up as sweat began to prickle her skin. Butterflies rioted in her belly, even as her pussy got hot, wet, and tingly. Yeah, her body knew what was coming.

Tiny sounds of distress began bubbling out of the hot little blonde. Jessica turned the camera on, aimed it at Kelly, and locked it into autofocus. She zoomed in on Kelly’s face, before panning down her spectacular body and stopping to zoom in very tight on her waxed pussy. Finally, she zoomed back out when Brad strode into frame.

He was the only one with lines for that very first porn video starring “Kelly Kundts.” The blonde beauty squirmed and wiggled, struggling so sexily against her arm bindings. So Jessica shifted to the side to get that bondage sleeve into frame, so the BDSM fans could bet their rocks off.

“You’re dark destiny is upon you, woman,” Brad said. “I am your master. It is me you shall serve for the rest of your life.”

Kelly played her part perfectly, without being prompted. She naturally shook her head, looking terrified and so damned helpless.

The boys are going to love her, Jessica thought. What a hot piece of bound and gagged ass.

Brad dropped to his knees at Kelly’s booted feet, reaching for her tits right off. The blonde surprised both of them when she lifted her feet and thrust out at Brad. He caught the spreader bar in both hands, grinned, and shoved it hard. That forced her legs back above her body. He pressed up, and thrust into her exposed and vulnerable pussy without hesitation.

It was Kelly’s turn to look surprised. “Ugggh!”

Forced to her back, lying atop her bound arms, Kelly started panting furiously through her nose, soft grunts and groans bubbling out. She rocked her head, bucked, and thrust her hips. Brad leaned into her, slamming his big dick into her sex faster and faster, pushing all the way in until his balls started to audibly slap her taint.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned when her insides melted into a fluttery mess.

Jessica moved all around them, zooming in on Kelly’s face, full of sexual rapture, before panning down to get a close up of Brad’s long, thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy. All while he pushed that poor enslaved beauty closer and closer to ultimate pleasure and shame.

“Aaaagh!” Kelly screamed around the ball-gag. “Uh! Uh! Aaaaaagggh!”

“Thar she blows,” Brad cried and laughed.

Jessica zoomed in on Kelly’s flat belly, catching how it quivered in the throes of orgasmic glory. Kelly soon started grunting and bucking, building toward another monster orgasm. But then Brad pulled out.

She squeaked in distressed, suddenly feeling so empty and abandoned. He then flipped her over onto her knees, grabbed her hips, and pressed his cock to her anus. Kelly shook her head adamantly, but Brad just grinned, tightened his hands on her hips, and waited for Jessica to get the camera on her butt. And then he pushed in nice and slowly.

“Uggggggh!”

Brad’s anal penetration cleared the vanquished heroine’s head. No thoughts other than that invading dick occupied her mental space. She focused on it, and struggled to relax her sphincter to give him easier, less painful access. Brad just pushed deeper and deeper with every thrust, unaware of her desperate efforts.

“This bitch has the tightest ass ever!”

Kelly grunted and gasped, head lolling around as he smashed that ass. When pain turned to pleasure, and the tone of her vocalizations changed to reflect that, Brad started swatting her butt, making her cheeks quiver for the camera. He yanked her hair, swatted her butt, and reamed her out mercilessly for Jessica’s camera.

“This is good shit,” Jessica said, working the camera as she circled them. “We’re going to make a fortune off her tight ass.”

He fucked her long and hard, forcing Kelly to climax two more times. Then he pushed her off his dick. Brad flipped her over onto her back, straddled her waist, and plopped his erection down between her tits. Then he squashed her pillowy boobs around his dick and started to titty fuck her.

“I love titty fucking this whore more than anything.”

Kelly watched him, bucking and grunting with effort beneath him. She tried to not look at the camera, since Jessica said some guys would get off “looking her in the eyes.” She didn’t want to make it better for even one man.

“Get ready for the money shot!”

She froze, staring down at her boobs, at Brad’s cock pistoning between them. Then he thrust hard, pushing the tip out of her cleavage. Hot cum squirted out, splattering across her face. Three times.

“And that’s a wrap,” Jessica said. “Awesome money shot, baby.”

Jessica placed the camera on the dining table, before moving over to the laptop linked to the camera. She began watching the video.

“Release her so she can clean up,” Jessica said absentmindedly. “Once she’s cleaned up, hair and face perfect again, we’ll film another video.”

Brad quickly removed the spreader bar, before releasing her arms from the bondage sleeve. Kelly immediately started unbuckling the ball-gag harness, so he rushed over to Jessica to watch the video just shot.

“Oh man, this is awesome. Look! See the look in her eyes there?” he said. “That is money in our pockets.”

Kelly scowled at them. Her eyes traveled past them, down the short, dark hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. Jessica wanted her to clean up, and then fix her face and hair. Kelly wasn’t so motivated, but knew it would happen despite any hesitation on her part.

Is this really going to be my life? A porn actress and sex slave?

Rising to her stiletto-heeled feet, she headed for the hallway. Jessica gave her the briefest of glances, before focusing on the laptop. Kelly slanted a look back at the screen. The shot was zoomed in on Brad’s cock balls deep inside her pussy. Just seeing it sent a jolt through her oversexed body.

She started turning back to the hallway, and bathroom. Her eyes instead locked on the back door. Right there. No deadbolts like on the front door. Her heart skipped a beat. Her captors were totally engrossed in their nasty little sex tape.

Kelly continued past the two, pretending to be obeying Jessica’s last command. Once past them, she circled behind the pair, and rushed to the back door. She had it unlocked and open before Jessica cried out in alarm.

Running out into night, a scream on her lips, Kelly vanished into the darkness. She stumbled, her sharp heels digging a little too deeply into the soft dirt. Cutting left, she made for the gate to the front yard. Brad didn’t charge out the door until after she rounded the corner. The gate was right there, but she also heard heavy footsteps approaching way too fast. So Kelly vaulted over the gate, hit the ground running, and felt the thrill of victory.

Well, thrill of escape.

She ran for all she was worth toward the street. Her heels demanded a firmer ground to make good time. There wasn’t time to remove the boots, so a sidewalk or street was a must.

“No way,” Jessica screamed, charging from her left flank.

Kelly veered away, but the brunette leapt forward and threw an arm through her feet. The blonde went down with a grunt, but rolled to her feet. Brad came rushing out of the darkness, a look of fury on his face.

She ducked under his haymaker, kicked out to drive a stiletto heel into his ribs. Brad cried out in surprise and pain, stumbling off to the side. Then Jessica was on her, trying to tackle her. Kelly dodged aside, then connected with a fist to the side of her captor’s face. Jessica went down with a cry of pain.

Turning away, Kelly took off running. Blind panic consumed her within seconds, and she never even heard Brad race up behind her. He slammed into her lower back, tackling her to the ground. Kelly twisted, smashing an elbow back across his mouth. That made him freeze, but then Jessica appeared out of the darkness and stomped down on the blonde’s upturned face. And stomped again.

The lights went out, darkness dragging Kelly down.

Waking up, Kelly found her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and thrown back over Brad’s shoulder. She kicked and wiggled, but he held tight. Kelly was carried back into the house, with Jessica following with furious eyes.

And a black eye.

Kelly grinned to see she’d hurt Jessica. Her captor might find it troublesome explaining that shiner. Everyone would immediately think Brad beat her, including her parents. Yep, lots of trouble for Jessica and Brad.

“Put her on the couch,” Jessica commanded.

Brad grumbled, but did her bidding.

“Can we make a video of me kicking her ass?”

“No. No one wants to watch that kind of video,” Jessica said. “And they don’t want to watch some swollen faced bitch in a porn video. Her face and body have to remain pristine.”

Kelly sneered at him. But that evil woman got her full attention by picking up the remote. Jessica turned on the TV, then pulled up the menu.

“I was going to save this recording from earlier today for bedtime,” she said, voice icy cold. “But you need to know just where you stand.”

She pulled up a recording of the midday news. The screen filled with the scene of a line of cars slowly turning into a cemetery. Kelly’s breath caught when the camera zoomed in on her father getting out of a limo. He looked like a broken man. Her heart sank into her stomach, eyes flooded with tears.

“You’re funeral,” Jessica sneered. “It took so long because your father didn’t give up on finding your body. He finally accepted you were gone, rotting somewhere down river. Fish food. The memorial service and funeral were this morning.”

“You’re not just hurting me, you’re hurting an innocent man,” Kelly cried. “Let me go, Jess. Please.”

“No, no, my slave. You are mine. Mine forever.”

She smiled at the TV a moment, then looked at their makeshift sound stage. Kelly followed her eyes, her soul turning to ice.

“You’re dead to the world, Kelly,” Jessica said. “No will ever look for you again. This is your life. Your fate. You’re nobody. Just fuckmeat for the camera.”