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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 15

Tyrone stepped around to join Dame Danika. Kelly’s breath caught. He wasn’t nearly as large as his voice indicated, maybe six foot two. Very muscular, with a short afro. What caught her by surprise was his nudity. Not a stitch of clothes, and his ginormous cock hung way down. Limp, yet still huge.

The African-American looked her over with hungry eyes. His cock started to rise as she stared at it.

“I think she wants you, Tyrone,” Dame Danika purred.

“They all want my meat in them, Mistress.”

Dame Danika moved closer to Kelly, claiming the blonde slave’s full attention. The beautiful dominatrix licked her lips, smiled, and then slowly scooted a stiletto-heeled foot forward. Kelly gave her a tight smile, knowing what the woman wanted.

Rolling forward to all fours, Kelly lowered her lips to the toe of that booted foot. She kissed it, but the bill of her cap proved too long. Tyrone reached down and pulled the cap off, pulling it down her long blonde ponytail.

“Love her hair,” he said. “Very pretty.”

“Don’t stop, Kelly,” Dame Danika purred. “Show us your passion while kissing and licking my foot.”

Kelly certainly had lots of experience to fall back on. She nuzzled, kissed, and licked her way from toe to heel. Her hands caressed that booted foot, mostly fondling and stroking the long, long, long stiletto heel. She pretty much ignored the platform sole, but gave the stiletto most of her attention. Jessica referred to licking stiletto as a money shot.

“Kneel, slave.”

Kelly rolled back on her legs and waited.

“Spread your knees wide.”

She obeyed, showing them all her perfectly waxed pussy. Kelly rested her hands on her thighs, eyes downcast.

“Hands behind your back,” Dame Danika commanded. “Wrists crossed.”

Kelly obeyed, expecting to be handcuffed. She wasn’t, but the dominatrix stepped ever closer. Then she reached down, dug her fingers under the mask, and peeled it off.

“That’s better,” Dame Danika purred.

Kelly looked around. There had to be five times more people than she’d expected. One and all were kinkily attired. Most of the women were dressed like dominatrixes, while most of the men and quite a few women only wore harnesses or less. A few men were in diapers, and some women only wore high heels.

Is this some kind of bondage sex club?

“Such a beautiful face.” The dominatrix turned to the crowd. “Do you want Tomboy? Or Kelly Kundts?”

“Can we start with Tomboy, and end with Kelly?” a young Latina in purple latex asked.

“We can, Olivia,” she said. “Okay, Tyrone. Put the cap back on her, and those cute fingerless gloves and sexy ankle boots can stay on her. Then take her to the Purple Room and…” Dame Danika looked Kelly over with wicked glee. “Start the performance.”

Olivia rushed over to snatch the cap up off the floor. She threaded Kelly’s long, flouncy ponytail through the back, and got it settled snugly on her head as Tyrone picked up the leash, still attached to the collar around Kelly’s neck. He gave it a little tug. Kelly rose sensually to her feet. The Latina in purple latex dropped to her knees and buckled wide black leather cuffs around Kelly’s ankles, just above her boot tops. Then she stood up, and put matching cuffs around the slavegirl’s wrists. And then she locked the wrist cuffs together behind Kelly’s back.

“Come slave,” Tyrone said. “Heel.”

Kelly was led through the crowd, who reached out to molest her body as she passed by. Someone even tried to pull the butt plug out, which made the blonde cry out and skip forward. The crowd laughed.

Tyrone led Kelly out of the crowd. She looked all around, finally getting a good look at the club. The ceiling was a very high vaulted ceiling. It looked metal, but it was hard to tell since it was painted black. The flooring was black marble tile.

The center of the square structure was divided into a dance floor, bar and tables, and a rows of bondage furniture in back. One wall was a long bar and DJ booth, along with restrooms for men and women behind them. The other three sides were walled off rooms: Dungeons, performance stage rooms, and orgy rooms.

Above the bar was a huge neon sign in white and pink: The Whip.

Kelly was led straight to a small room with a large window open into the club. The floor was padded, with chains hanging from the ceiling. No bondage furniture. The walls were painted a charcoal gray, except for the back wall which was deep purple.

Tyrone forced Kelly to kneel in the middle of the room. She noticed men and women crowd against the window to watch. Then Tyrone pulled down two bright red ropes going up to a pulley system above. He tied the ropes to her wrist cuffs, before releasing them.

“Hey!” she cried when he yanked on the ropes, pulling her arms up and wide. After locking her in place, he forced a ring gag into her mouth, buckling it around her head. Tyrone then dropped to his knees behind her. His massive cock rose up between her legs.

“Uh oh.”

“Just relax and enjoy, Tomboy,” he growled.

Kelly glanced back over her shoulder when his hands came around to cup her boobs. His expression was pure lust and pleasure. His big black cock started sawing across her pussy, feeling so massive and meaty. Her eyes fluttered closed and a moan escaped her lips when his hands squeezed her tits, before pinching and rolling her nipples.

“Mmmm.”

Tyrone reached down, guided his dick to her pussy, and slowly penetrated. A long, low groan escaped Kelly as he stretched her out, filling her up. Yeah, it was a big one. So big. So thick.

He started pumping. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She started to gasp, cry out. Her insides got hot and tingly, slowly rising toward another happy ending. And then Olivia joined them with a cat-o-nines in hand.

“You are such a naughty little blonde slut,” Olivia snarled, all while wiggling so sexily before Kelly. “Naughty little slave sluts get punished for being naughty.”

Olivia swung that cat-o-nines, striking across Kelly’s tone, flat belly. Tyrone pulled his hands off her tits after a last firm squeeze, moving back to her shoulders. Kelly’s eyes widened as Olivia’s hand went back with the whip.

Thwack!right across her tits.

“Aaaiiee!”

Thwack!

“Aaaiiee!”

Thwack! Thwack!

The kinkily clad Latina continued to whip Kelly’s jostling tits as Tyrone fucked her long and hard. The crowd in the window watched with beatific faces. Kelly shook her head, unable to process the crowd, Olivia, and Tyrone all at once. Too much. So much stimulation. So much pain and pleasure. And together they pushed Kelly over the top, her insides erupting with intense glory.

“Aaaagggh!”

Tyrone pulled out as the audience applauded. Olivia continued to torment Kelly’s tits, though not as intensely. Kelly gasped when Tyrone grabbed her butt plug, which sent intense ripples through her oversexed body. He pulled, twisted, and turned the plug, slowly forcing it back out.

He pushed her over the top again, Kelly climaxing the second the plug popped back out. And then she climaxed again.

“Mmmmm,” she said through her ring gag.

The black man thrust up her wallowed out butt. He sheathed balls deep with the first thrust. Kelly wasn’t sure if she should be happy, or humiliated. But then Olivia dropped the cat-o-nines whip to drop to her knees before Kelly. The Latina pinched and twisted the slave’s nipples, even as she kissed and nuzzled those bright red tits. One hand dropped to the blonde’s pussy, and two fingers started rubbing clit.

Kelly’s eyes closed, head lolling back, as the two of them fucked her through one forced climax after another. So intense. So overwhelming. Kelly’s head shut down, and she just basked in the pleasure. She was only vaguely aware when Tyrone and Olivia surrendered her body to the pleasure of the patrons. Two at a time used and abused the hapless heroine.

After a while, Kelly was led by a hot redhead in white lingerie to the main dungeon next to the bar and dance floor. Patrons bound Kelly to one bondage contraption after another, with multiple men and women using her in the kinkiest ways on each.

Eventually, Tyrone and Olivia returned to take control of Kelly. They took her to the center of the dungeon. Men were waiting to wrap rope all around Kelly in the most salacious manner. Her tits were bound, causing them to mushroom out. The ropes wrapped around the trunk of her body, around her neck. Her arms were pulled back and her elbows were tied together, before they bound her wrists, too.

The rope masters, which Olivia referred to as “Nawashi,” worked quickly, creating sexy patterns with the rope while immobilizing Kelly quite efficiently. Then they surprised the beautiful blonde. The left over rope had a purpose. The ends were tied to a chain above, and Kelly was lifted up off the floor.

Kelly squealed as her right leg lifted up first, followed by the left. Then the rope between her shoulders pulled her off the floor. She was hung upside down, her feet much higher than her head. Her back bowed dramatically, dropping her tits lower. And then Tyrone lay below her, his cock at attention.

One of the Nawashi then lowered Kelly until Tyrone’s cock pressed against her ring-gagged mouth. She scowled at him, which made the black guy grin with wicked glee. And he thrust into her mouth. The Nawashi lifted Kelly up and down, while he just laid there and enjoyed her “bobbing” up and down his dick.

The audience applauded.