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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 9

The red BMW convertible rolled into Dallas on a blistering hot August day. Brad was behind the wheel, with Jessica and Kelly in the back seat. The blonde was naked, sweating, a vibrator buzzing against her clit. Jessica held that instrument of erotic torture, smirking at her childhood rival’s delirious face.

“You got the prettiest nipples. Who pierced them? Me? Oh, yes, that’s right. I’ve done so much to make you prettier, sexier, more porn-profitable.” She leaned in and kissed Kelly’s slack lips. “You’re welcome, babygirl.”

Brad used the BMW’s GPS navigation to find the city of Highland Park, where Jessica’s single family home rental waited. It was a very upscale neighborhood, and the house was a two-story brick, with a well-manicured lawn and three car garage. It was just a temporary home until Jessica found a house to purchase.

“Whoa! What the hell?” Brad cried, staring into the rearview mirror.

Jessica just had time to turn to her window. A motorcycle zipped past. Just a yellow blur. Then another blue blur whipped past them, followed by two more bikers. Jessica stared after them.

“Was that…”

“My friends,” Kelly whispered breathlessly. “FEM Fighters.”

“There names again?”

Kelly blinked, struggling to think straight with that vibrator still rocking her world so well. So intense. Her body convulsed, another climax shattering her fragile concentration.

“I asked you a question, slave,” Jessica hissed.

She nodded. Licked her lips. Kelly steeled herself against the erotic pleasures of those ceaseless vibrations and sucked in a breath.

“Gloriosa was in yellow. Vixen in blue. Puma in black. Puritan in white and orange.”

“Any other FEM Fighters?”

“Just… Ooooooh… Me.”

“Who are the Amazon heroines in Dallas?”

“Ms… Ms… Ugggh. Jesus,” she cried, bowing up in the throes of another climax. “Please, Mistress, I can’t think straight.”

“I know. What a slut,” Jessica said. “Tell me who are your super heroine friends. Amazon heroines.”

“Lone Star. Best friend of them,” she gasped out. “Lady Texas, and her sidekick, Texas Girl. So sweet. So sweet. And… And… Ooooooh.”

“We’re here,” Brad announced.

Jessica turned her attention to the house as Brad turned into the driveway. It was big, with brown bricks and white trim. Exactly like the pictures online.

“Seems awful big for just us,” Brad said.

“Yes, but it has soundproof walls. The owner is a drummer in a band that just moved to Nashville,” she said. “So Kelly’s screaming orgasms won’t alarm the neighbors. Also, it was the only listing in Dallas with a basement.”

“Seriously?”

“I know, but they don’t have basements in Dallas.”

“That’s just crazy.”

Jessica helped Kelly into her white thong bikini and heels. Then she followed the instructions in the e-mail to find the keys left hidden for her. Once inside, she quickly passed through to the garage, and opened one of the bay doors. Brad pulled in. Once the bay door was closed, Jessica pulled Kelly out of the backseat.

“Let’s go take a look at our new home and studio, babygirl.”

Jessica led Kelly into an ice-cold house. The AC was blasting and she was hot, sweaty, and barely dressed. They found the door stairs down into the basement just off the kitchen. Brad led the way down, with Jessica following Kelly. There was a media room, bedroom, and a room listed as home gym, but with no exercise machines.

“This will be our dungeon and studio,” Jessica said. “I’ve already got some playstations ordered and on the way.”

The basement bathroom proved quite nice. Lots of white marble, gold fixtures, and the biggest shower Kelly had ever seen. There was also a double vanity, with lots of room for her porn video cosmetics.

There was even an unfinished storage room.

“This is where we keep the captured super heroines until we break them.”

“What? Why would you want to do that?” Kelly cried. “You have me. You’ve broken my heart, my head, and my will. What more do you want?”

“I want to break your friends,” Jessica sneered. “Every one of those super heroine sluts will go down.”