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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 13

The tap of stilettos pulled Kelly’s eyes around. Jessica came out of the short hallway in head to toe shiny black latex and leather.

Is she cosplaying Catwoman?

Jessica went straight over to the full-length mirror and admired herself from all angles. Yeah, she looked more than a little pleased. She had every right. Kelly thought it was the hottest, sexiest she’d ever seen Jessica. The stiff, shiny black leather cowl proved especially interesting, with the brunette’s hair pulled through the upper back of the cowl in a high pony. An underboob black leather corset was laced up and cinching her already tiny waist in tightly. Her full red lips popped in than black on black outfit.

“Damn, girl, you look totally fucklicious,” Brad growl.

Kelly’s male master stood behind her, slamming into her ass. Just a keep her busy fuck, really. The blonde slavegirl hadn’t been told anything, but recognized the signals her masters were giving. Something big was about to go down.

Probably porn actors coming over again to ream me out on camera.

“Hurry up and nut,” Jessica said. “It’s time to get Kelly dressed.”

Kelly was forced to her knees, before Brad shoved his cock through her ring gag in deep into her hot, wet mouth. The blonde teen bobbed up and down his shaft, moaning and groaning sexily. She knew how to get him off as fast as possible, and her efforts were rewarded within a few minutes with a mouthful of creamy cum.

The ring gag was removed, followed by her stiletto pumps and jewelry. Brad led her by the hand into the bathroom, where she had to shower and wash her hair. Jessica took over then to supervise her doing her face and hair. And then Kelly was handed her outfit for the night.

“You want me to dress up as Tomboy?”

“I do,” Jessica said, smirking. “The original, the OC Tomboy, is going to put on quite a show tonight. Everyone is in for a treat.”

“Everyone?”

Jessica held up a butt plug. “But first, bend over and relax.”

“Seriously?”

Jessica forced Kelly to bend over the vanity, before lubing up her sphincter and the butt plug. Kelly braced herself, grimacing, as her mistress pressed the plug’s blunt tip against her butt hole and pushed. Her lubed up, super slick butt hole was no match for Jessica’s determination.

“Oooooh,” Kelly cried out as her tight hole was stretched and stretched. “This is so wrong.”

“I know,” Jessica said, sounding so happy. “Relax, you stupid slut.”

She twisted the butt plug, forcing it deeper and deeper. Kelly tensed, back bowing, as she squeezed her eyes shut. So painful. Was that a bigger than normal butt plug?

“It’s not going to fit!”

“Oh, it’s going in, slut,” Jessica gasped. “Just…a little…more…”

“Aaiiee!” Kelly cried when the butt plug’s widest point passed inside her, and the entire thing just snapped into place. “Oooooh. Fuck me.”

Jessica chuckles. “It was a battle, but you need to be loosened up before we get there.”

“What? Why? What’s going to happen to me?”

“Hush. Slavegirls are to be seen, fucked, and abused,” Jessica said. “Not heard.”

Kelly nodded. It was her lot in life now. But then Jessica showed her a string of Ben Wa Balls. Four silver balls on a string, with a loop on the end to pull them out. Her pussy clamped down just looking at them.

“Sit on the vanity and spread your legs wide.”

She had no choice. Kelly obeyed, watching with bated breath as Jessica quickly applied some lube to the blonde’s bubblegum pink pussy, and then shoved the first Ben Wa Ball in. Kelly endured one, two, three, and the forth ball forced up into her pussy, leaving the finger loop hanging for later extraction.

“Do you feel that?”

“Hell yes!”

“Good. This will ensure you are ready to play as soon as we get there,” Jessica said. “Now put on your costume.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kelly asked. “What are you going to do to me tonight?”

Jessica gave her a hostile look.

“Just put the costume on, Kel,” Jessica snapped. “Let me worry about what is about to happen. You just have to roll with the waves. Obey, and put on a good show.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Once Kelly was back in her original costume – cap, mask, sports bra, vest, daisy dukes, and ankle boots – she was handcuffed, a hobble chain buckled on between her ankles, and then forced to kneel by the garage door. Jessica tied a blindfold around her eyes. Brad joined them a few moments later.

Jessica led Kelly out to the car, both of them sitting in the back seat. Brad drove straight to the highway. Just the time it took told Kelly there were on Interstate 75, called Central Expressway in Dallas. They turned left, which was north. That meant they were not going toward downtown, but out to the suburbs.

Did they buy a new house?

If so, it didn’t make sense for them to dress her up as Tomboy. A thousand other scenarios filled her head, all of them grim or just nasty. Jessica and Brad tended to lean toward nasty when it came to her love life.

Are there a lot of homeless men out in the suburbs?

Not that she could recall. She wouldn’t put it past the City of Dallas of gathering the homeless up and placing them in a camp far away.

“Fuck me,” Jessica cried. “Brad, keep your eyes straight ahead. Now, casually look at the driver in the car to our left. See her? That’s Puritan out of costume.”

Tomboy stiffened.

“Yes. I told you we were all captured and unmasked Tuesday night. She’s even wearing her hair the same as Puritan,” Jessica said. “Now, slow down just a little, and then follow her from a distance. I want to know where she’s going.”

Kelly squirmed, tiny sounds of distress bubbling out. She wanted to warn Puritan, but how? What could she do? Hell, that blindfold kept her from even seeing her, seeing what was happening.

“Too far. Too far,” Jessica said. “Catch up a little. There. Maintain this distance.”

“She’s getting off the highway,” Brad said. “Follow her?”

“Yes. Duh,” she snapped. “I swear. Good.”

They slowed and exited Central Expressway. Lots of turns, driving at least a mile off the highway toward the east.

“What’s that? A gym?”

They slowed, but didn’t turn into the parking lot. That’s about all Kelly could determine.

“She’s in workout clothes,” Brad said. “So now we know where she likes to work out.”

“Give me a second to jot down her license plate number, then we can go.”

Jessica’s hand returned to Kelly’s crotch a moment later, two fingers rubbing her clit through her clothes. Her mistress pressed her face up close, lips so close to Kelly’s ear she felt her hot breath.

“By this time tomorrow, I’ll know everything there is about her,” Jessica said. “Including her name. And then I’m going to do very nasty sexy things to your little redheaded friend.”

“But first,” Brad said from the driver’s seat as the car sped up. “We’ll enjoy a night at the The Whip.”

“Th-The Whip?” Kelly stammered.

“A very private, deep underground BDSM sex club,” Jessica whispered in her ear, before thrusting her hot, wet tongue in. “No safe words allowed for pretty blonde super heroine slavegirls.”