Tomboy: Turnabout (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 8

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Kelly struggled in vain. Some weird BDSM apparatus held her on her feet, but bent over with her upper body parallel to the floor. A stainless steel pole was mounted to the floor between her legs, which had a padded “seat” that pressed up against her lower belly to keep her from squatting to avoid the paddling. A spreader bar was attached to the pole to keep her feet far apart. And her wrists were shackled to a chain around her waist.

And that was just one of six bondage devices in the room. Or as Jessica called them, Playstations.

The blonde teen only wore a blue mask, her slave collar, red batting gloves, and red stiletto ankle boots. It was Jessica’s sexed up version of Kelly’s Blonde Justice costume. Basically, an early version of her Tomboy costume.

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Kelly could barely speak with the ring-gag firmly buckled into her mouth like a ball-gag. Worse, Brad was proving to her that the ring-gag was no barrier to oral sex by thrusting his cock into her mouth over and over. Jessica was the one paddling her.

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Jessica placed the paddle on Kelly’s back like it was a table. She moved up close and personal, and guided the massive bright pink strap-on dildo to the blonde’s dripping pussy. The brunette swirled the tip of that strap-on around Kelly’s slippery nether lips, before pushing up to her entrance. Then Jessica bit her lip, and thrust hard and deep.

“Uggggh!”

That long, thick strap-on had ridges that made it practically vibrate into her pussy. It sent multiple jolts up into her core, all so sexy and impossible to ignore. Kelly’s eyes were huge as her body struggled to deal with such intense pleasure.

“Felt that, didn’t ya?”

The evil nineteen year old grabbed hold of Kelly’s hips and started pounding that pussy as hard and fast as she could. The blonde trembled and bucked, or tried to buck. It was hard in that tight bondage. Her eyes locked on the two week old tramp stamp. Her brand on Kelly: red heart with “Cum” on one side and “Slut” on the other.

Brad in her mouth, Jessica in her pussy, Kelly’s head spun out of control. After almost two months of sexual slavery, Kelly thought she’d be used to the abuse. But Jessica kept changing it up. She still forced the blonde to film porn videos all day, every day, but at night Jessica and Brad took Kelly all over the place. They made her have sex with countless men, though every Saturday night was what Jessica called, Pussy for the Homeless.

Since it was Friday, Kelly wasn’t expecting homeless men to start showing up. But Jessica was expecting someone, she just was keeping it a secret from Kelly. The hapless heroine had a bad feeling, since her mistress dressed her up as Blonde Justice.

“Oooooo,” Kelly groaned around Brad’s cock.

Her eyes fluttered shut, body quivering like crazy. She struggled against her bindings, but to no avail. They had her exactly where they wanted her, and were exploiting her body to the max. As usual. Like every day and night.

“Aaaaaggh!” she screamed when her insides erupted. Pure bliss washed through her, as her body convulsed explosively. “Mmmmmmgh.”

Jessica continued to thrust into her like a woman gone wild. Kelly squeezed her throbbing pussy around that hard rubber shaft, and her insides erupted yet again.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Switch,” Jessica said. “Fill her cunt up with your spunk, baby.”

What a relief it was when Jessica pulled her massive strap-on out. And a little distressful, since she left Kelly feeling empty. But then Brad shoved his meat into her, and her pussy clamped down around him. A soft groan escaped her lips.

“She likes that,” Jessica sneered. “Kelly loves, loves, loves some big D in her cunt. I guess that is why she moved to Big D.”

“Ha! That’s funny,” Brad said, while increasing his thrusting. “Almost there. Almost…”

Jessica tried to shove her strap-on into Kelly’s mouth, but it proved too thick for the ring-gag. So her mistress removed the strap-on, tossing it aside. She then lifted Kelly’s head so she could stare into her slave’s baby blues.

“You always look so distressed while being fucked,” Jessica purred. “Yet, a look of bliss underlies it all, too.” She kissed Kelly’s nose. “Methinks you love getting banged way too much.”

“Oh hell yes,” Brad cried as hot cum flooded Kelly’s womb.

Someone knocked on the door. Rather insistently. Obnoxiously hard, in fact.

“Perfect timing, baby. Our guests have arrived.”

Guests?Kelly thought, staring at the door.

Jessica giggled. “Silly girl, you look so frightened.” She grinned a second. “Get the door, Brad.” Then she leaned down to press her face up close to the blonde’s. “We dressed you up as Blonde Justice for a reason, Lil Slave. The men I invited all have a score to settle with one obnoxious local super heroine. You. Blonde Justice.” She winked. “They are here for their pound of flesh.”

What the hell?Kelly thought, struggling against her bonds with all her might. Are you crazy?

“After you entertain these very bad boys tonight, You, me, and Brad are going to be moving to Dallas, Texas,” Jessica continued. “I have big plans for you, and bigger plans for me, in Dallas. Big. Big. Things a-coming, babygirl.”

Kelly watched as Brad picked up an Uzi submachine gun and hung it across his shoulders. Only then did he open the door. Faces Kelly remembered in way too much clarity came through that door. Men she’d been victimized by, and others she’d stomped good. Jax and Sal came through first, the carjackers that Blonde Justice started her career foiling. They were also the two men that caught, abused, and sold her to the man who followed them in. Lil Dog was the brothel owner who bought her, fucked her, and made Kelly sell her body until she managed to escape. Word on the street said he still thought she belonged to him. The last man to enter was another pimp, a Latino street pimp. Joaquin Martinez.

This is not going to go well, she thought.

“Welcome, gentlemen,” Jessica said. “I’m your hostess, Lydia. And I think you know the guest of honor, BJ herself.”

“BJ?” Lil Dog asked, smirking. “Blowjob is a great name.”

“Haha, you’re funny. No, while her BJs are amazing, this is Blonde Justice. Ex super heroine extraordinaire. Emphasis on the EX.”

“You know that bitch belongs to me,” Lil Dog said. He looked pissed. “I paid good money for her skanky ass.”

“Sorry, Charlie, but after a super heroine escapes she’s fair game,” Jessica said. “She belongs to me now. You paid a thousand dollars to bang her today, but that doesn’t entitle you to take her with you.”

Lil Dog glanced at Brad, who had his hands on the Uzi. The big African-American pimp scowled, but said nothing. Then the Latino pimp stepped forward.

“Can we start fucking her now? I’m going to shove my dick so far up her ass…”

“You can do anything you want with her, boys,” Jessica said. “Fuck her while she’s held in this playstation. Free her from it, and fuck her missionary on the floor one-by-one if you want. We are even providing other playstations to lock her into and to fuck one or even two at a time. Have fun. But it you even try to cause her injury, then my friend will shoot you in the face. She’s ours. Not yours.”

The bad guys glared at Brad, who grinned back at them. Then Jax moved on Kelly.

“Come on, Sal. Let’s move this whore other to that over thing and fuck her together.”

Jax and Sal quickly removed Kelly from her playstation. Jax seized a fistful of silky blonde hair, forcing her to walk bent over, and fast walked Kelly to an array of steel pipes around a bench. At first she couldn’t make rhyme or reason out of the positioning of all the pipes. Then they laid her back atop the short bench. Her ass hung off one end, her head hung off the other. Then Jax pulled her legs wide, locking them into pipes standing to either side of the base. Spread her long legs very wide, leaving her pussy and butt hole exceedingly open to exploitation. At the same time, Sal locked her wrists into matching posts in front. Kelly found herself locked down tight, spread-eagle, and about cock high off the floor.

This is so wrong!

“Ugggh!” Kelly cried when Jax shoved his cock up her pussy. Then Sal tilted her face back to his crotch, and pushed his dick through the ring-gag and deep into her mouth. “Mmmmmgh.”

And they commenced to fucking her like never before. Both men slammed into her like there was no tomorrow. Their heads rolled back, they hung onto her with both hands, and thrust, thrust, thrust. Kelly felt their cocks stretching out her pussy. Stretching out her throat! Every thrust sent wonderful sensations rippling through her oversexed body. Having already been climaxed multiple times, with no time to recover, Kelly’s body responded immediately.

She grunted, moaned, and groaned. Her insides quivered with the hot tingles. And within moments she felt that rise to climax. She bucked and writhed, but couldn’t dislodge the two carjackers. They pounded her mercilessly. Until…

“Aaaaggh!”

Even as her body pulsed with climactic joy and bliss, Sal lost his battle and flooded her mouth with hot cum. With the ring-gag in, Kelly couldn’t swallow. So his come flooded out over her face when he pulled out. Jax laughed, thrust faster, and then pulled out to shoot his seed all over her belly and pussy.

“Yo, bro!” Joaquin cried. “Why you wanna make such a mess before the rest of us get a shot?”

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Jessica said. “I came prepared.”

Kelly’s mistress quickly used a hand towel to mop up all the cum. Then she used baby wipes to finish cleaning her face, belly, and pussy.

“Good as new, and disinfected, too,” Jessica laughed. “Next.”

Joaquin hurried over to Kelly, going around Lil Dog. He quickly removed her from the playstation, grabbed a fistful of hair, and shoved the blonde teen back against the wall. And he buried his face in her tits while his hands roamed her body.

“Great tits,” he muttered, then motorboated her.

The pimp sucked on her tits, pinched, squeezed, and caressed every square inch of her body, before he finally flipped her around. Face pressed against the wall, hands splay to either side of her head, Kelly was forced to bow her back and thrust her butt up. And Joaquin thrust up into her with a lusty growl.

“Uh!” she grunted with every thrusts. “Uh. Uh. Uh!”

Her body responded even faster than with Jax and Sal. In less than a minute the pimp had her squealing and writhing, mind in chaos. And then her insides erupted. And erupted again a moment later.

Joaquin laughed, pulled out his dripping wet cock, and thrust up her ass.

“Aaaiieee!”

“Wasn’t expecting that, were you, slut?”

Holding onto her shoulders, the pimp pounded her butt with wild abandon. He fucked her like she was the last girl on earth. And he fucked her for a long damn time. Kelly had four more climaxes before he filled her poop chute with his sticky seed.

“My turn,” Lil Dog growled.

He yanked Kelly away from the other pimp. Forcing her to kneel, the African-American pimp glared down into her eyes. Kelly couldn’t look away. A chill rippled through her when he slowly removed her ring gag. And then he pulled out his huge cock. She licked her lips, swallowed the lump in her throat, and then opened wide, pushing her tongue out to receive him.

Lil Dog shoved his massive cock deep into her mouth. Kelly started sucking, eyes locked with his. She did her best, working her tongue, lips, and suction to give him the best BJ ever. He still didn’t look the least bit happy.

While Kelly tried to keep him out, the pimp battered his way down into her throat. He stretched her windpipe out until she thought it would split open. He didn’t care, and continued to thrust down her throat. Until he unleashed a flood.

After that followed hours of debauchery, defilement, and the nastiest sex ever. Those evil men fucked her until they couldn’t get it up any longer. Kelly lost count of her climaxes, and in truth was barely coherent when it all wound down in the wee hours of the night.

“I know you said she belongs to you now,” Lil Dog said. “I accept that, but I’m also willing to buy her back from you. Name your price.”

“Hold on there, cuz,” Joaquin said. “I’m interested in buying Miss BJ, too. Why hide her away in a brothel when she can strut her stuff out on the street?”

“Sorry, boys, but Blonde Justice has already been sold to human traffickers,” Jessica said. “In a few hours, she will be turned over to them. And then this pretty little super heroine wannabe will be shipped straight to a brothel in Bangkok. Where we all know she will bang… A lot… Of cock.”