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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 17

Kelly tugged up on her daisy dukes, then adjusted the faux FEM Belt snug around her waist. She wore her full Tomboy costume, including mask and pouches on her belt with super heroine paraphernalia like handcuffs and zip ties.

She paused to look at her hands. Her red, fingerless batting gloves sheathed both hands, but her nails had grown out quite long after three months as Jessica’s slave. They were painted a shiny black. Looked amazing, but so impractical for a working super heroine.

Puritan stood next to her, waiting for their cue. Like Kelly, Annie was in her full orange and white Puritan costume. The real costume, not some thrown together imitation. Jessica was a perfectionist. Well, not everything was real. Their FEM Bracers were plastic. And they looked pretty fake.

Jessica wasn’t stupid enough to give them any real weapons.

“Are you girls ready?” Jessica asked.

“Sure, why not, Mistress.” Tomboy said.

Jessica gave her a sharp look.

“Can we just get this over with?” Puritan asked.

They waited outside of a warehouse. Middle of the night. Bright lights lit up the door, but Jessica and Brad knew how to make it look like night on camera, while keeping their shapely slaves well lit for the audience.

It wasn’t Kelly’s first “super heroine” capture sex video, but it was Annie’s. But over the last three days, since the redhead’s capture, Jessica and Brad had kept them busy with nonstop porn shoots. They concentrated most of their time and effort on Annie, and quickly broke and tamed her. Now both ex-heroines were obedient to a fault, though neither looked forward to that night’s shoot.

This is going to be brutal, Kelly thought.

Neither heroine knew what awaited them inside the warehouse. They were playing themselves – Tomboy and Puritan – on patrol. And then they are to find bad guys doing bad things, get captured and fucked raw. Standard super heroine video fare for Jessica. Except for one aspect – the fight was for real.

“Are you sure you want us to fight them for real?” Kelly asked. “They might mess us up pretty badly. Does your audience really want to see real blood and bruises?”

“We’ll find out, won’t we?”

Brad came up with a camera on his shoulder. “I’m ready.”

He moved behind Puritan, who was following Tomboy. Jessica backed up behind the other camera, lifted her hand, and dropped it.

“Action!”

Tomboy and Puritan moved quickly up to the closed door. They only had a few lines of script, right at the beginning, and then it would all be improv.

“Shhh,” Tomboy said, finger across glossy red lips. “I hear something inside.”

She pressed her ear against the door. Nothing. Kelly wasn’t sure what she expected. Any sounds needed would be added in post production.

“Is it locked?” Puritan asked.

Tomboy noticed another cameraman move up close for a close-up of her perfectly manicured hand slowly wrapping around the door knob. She turned it, and it proved unlocked. The cameraman quickly move away, while Brad shifted to get both of them in frame. Tomboy slanted a smile back over her shoulder at Puritan.

“We’re in. Let’s go rock their little criminal minds.”

Puritan pounded a fist into her gloved palm. “Yes, let’s go party with the bad boys.”

They eased inside, finding the short hallway brightly lit. Brad stayed on their heels, filming ever sexy gesture. Per the script, they moved with a lot of sway in their hips. Pressing up against the inner door, they both pressed their ears to the door, side-by-side to give Brad an amazing view of their costumed bodies in profile. Tomboy bowed her back, thrusting out her butt for the shot.

Puritan turned the knob, finding it unlocked as well. No hesitation, Puritan led the way inside amid a clatter of stilettos on the concrete floor. Men whirled around, looking surprised. Kelly found some standing around a table piled high with cash and guns, as well as bricks of drugs. Other stood to either side talking in small groups.

Kelly did a quick calculation, coming up with twenty men. And not small men. They were all big, muscular biker types: Long hair, beards, wearing leather vests and dirty jeans. Lots of tattoos. Lots of angry expressions. For a second, she wondered if Jessica set her up for a very painful fall. Where they really actors? Didn’t look like it.

“Halt in the name of justice,” Puritan shouted. “This Puritan and Tomboy command!”

The bikers dropped into fighting stances. No one ran. Kelly noticed a cold glint in their eyes, but no one pulled any weapons. No guns. No knives. She felt a little relief.

There’s no way for me to beat up even one of these guys without my FEM Belt.

But fight they must. It was in Jessica’s script.

“Looky here, boys, two super cunts came to celebrate with us,” a big, blonde monster of a man said. And that was part of the script. “But they look a little tough to me. Let’s tenderize them.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. Jessica’s script writing skills paled in comparison to her heroine capturing and sexually exploiting skill set. And then Puritan charged the speaker, so Tomboy cut behind her to attack another biker. They all came together in a loud grunt of feminine effort.

Tomboy punched a short, stout fellow, before spinning into a kick to the head of another biker. The stout man punched her in the ribs, sending her staggering away in extreme pain. Another rushed up behind her, pounding a fist into her left kidney.

“Aaaiiee!”

The stout biker ran up, reaching for her throat. Kelly ducked, but he got hold of her vest, ripping it off. She barely slipped out of it in time, before attacking yet another biker. Then she heard Puritan cry out in pain and surprise. A quick look found her shapely comrade being held tightly.

The big blonde biker had slipped an arm behind her arms, holding her up while another biker punched her in the belly over and over. Puritan was already starting to slump. And then someone connected with a punch to Kelly’s temple.

Black and white flashed behind her eyes. Tomboy staggered, struggling to remain standing. Another biker pressed up behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck. Two more rushed up to seize both arms. And then the stout biker punched her in the belly. Twice. Only then did he unfasten and remove her FEM Belt. After that, the two men holding her arms removed her bracers.

“Hot damn, boys,” the big blonde biker shouted. “We captured Tomboy and Puritan, the two sexiest super heroines in Dallas.”

“Party time,” the stout biker said, and grabbed Tomboy’s tits.

In a flash, before her mind could wrap around her situation, Kelly’s sports bra was pulled off, then her shorts removed. She stood there in nothing but cap, mask, gloves, and boots. And was promptly forced to her knees as the stout biker pulled out his cock.

“Suck it like a super heroine slut, Tomboy,” he snarled, rubbing the sticky wet thing all over her masked face.

Tomboy slanted a quick look over to Puritan. The beautiful redhead was topless, with the big blonde biker titty fucking her. Just before she turned away, the biker ripped her mask off.

“Fucking yeah, Viking,” the stout biker shouted. “Strip that face.”

“Take off Tomboy’s mask, Toad,” Viking said. “Let’s see if she’s famous, because this redheaded cunt certainly isn’t.”

Toad barked a laugh, grabbed Tomboy’s head in both hands, and rammed his cock into her mouth. The blonde beauty had no option other than suck and please. A soft moan of pleasure escaped, surprising her as much as Toad. He grinned, pumped her face a few more times, and then dug his thick fingers under her mask.

Tomboy groaned long and low as Brad moved up for a close up. Toad slowly peeled off her mask.

“Holy shit, it’s Kelly Kundts.”

“Cut!” Jessica shouted. “You aren’t supposed to know her name. She’s an unknown woman. Okay. Great. Action.”

Kelly wondered just how famous she’d become as a porn star. That guy knew her instantly. Not good. But all she could do was obey, and suck it like a porn star. She worked her lips and tongue, giving him the best BJ she could under the circumstances.

“Aaaaggh,” Puritan cried. “Oh God. Oh God. So big. Ooooooh.”

Pink spread across Kelly’s face. She had a bad feeling it was her fault that Jessica was able to find and capture her friend. Plus, Brad had fucked them both before the shoot, getting both women highly aroused before they started filming. Effectively “fluffing” them up for the camera so that they’d climax super fast.

It worked with Puritan.

And then someone shoved a massive cock into her pussy. Stretched her out to the max, sending the most exquisite sensations rippling across her skin and deep into her core. Kelly gasped around the cock, bucked and wiggled. The newcomer clamped vice-like hands on her well-rounded hips and went to town.

Spit-roasted, Kelly writhed and bucked as they pounded her front and back. They pushed her closer and closer, while their ardor and excitement rose just as fast. Their cocks swelled a little more, before first the biker fucking her gasped. His cock jerked inside her, and she felt his hot cum flood her womb. Three more thrusts into her mouth earned her a creamy load to swallow.

And then two more bikers jumped on her, only one of them fucked a different hole. Her mind went still, eyes rolled up, when he penetrated her ass. The other had an even bigger dick, and shoved it down her throat. And they raw-dogged her for what felt like an eternity.

After they came inside her, Tomboy was dragged over to Puritan. The redhead was showing the camera a mouthful of cum.

“Snowball Tomboy,” Jessica said.

Tomboy and Puritan were dragged face to face. Their heads tilted, and they pressed into a deep kiss. The redhead’s tongue pushed into Kelly’s mouth, leaving behind cum. And then Kelly had to show the camera before they both swallowed.

“It’s going to be a long, hard night,” Puritan whispered.

“Get used to it,” Kelly whispered. “This has been my life for three months.” She looked around, noticing the bikers forming two lines, one behind each captured heroine. “Annnd, here comes the double gangbang.”