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Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 9

Kelly got all of two hours’ sleep that day. She got up at six and had dinner ready when her father got home after a twelve-hour shift. He clearly had questions about her staying out all night, but respected her privacy. Despite wanting to assure him nothing happened, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to his face, so said nothing about the previous night.

Like most nights, her father was in bed by nine. Kelly retired to her own bedroom, still bone-weary after her long ordeal. Hell, Malik stayed in her bed until past three that afternoon, and he wasn’t doing any sleeping. Yeah, he wore her ass out, but good.

“Now I know what they mean by, ‘No rest for the weary,’” she muttered.

Kelly knew she had another long night ahead of her. Only this time, she intended to put the hurt on Jessica. Not literally, of course. But she had to steal her self-proclaimed mistress’s phone and free herself from what was, for all practical purposes, a felony. Jessica even said she considered Kelly her slave. And it wouldn’t be a matter of just waiting on her hand and foot. Jessica wanted a sex slave.

“Not going to happen,” Kelly said with conviction, eyes narrowing and hands curling into fists.

A heat wave had hit the city around midday. It became bright and sultry, and Kelly really didn’t know how she’d be able to sleep in those temperatures. Their house did not have air conditioning. And it also meant she couldn’t wear her all-black outfit from the other night. In fact, after checking her closet Kelly realized the only black or gray clothing in it was winter wear. Totally unsuitable.

“Maybe I should wear one of those super heroine bathing suits,” she said.

Kelly had two bathing suits. There was a bikini from a few years back, before she’d developed her humongous boobs. It still fit, sort of, but barely contained her chest. Yeah, that teeny little top was a teenage boy’s wet dream. She’d draw all kinds of unwanted attention if she went out in public like that. The other was a one-piece, with high-cut legs and plunging neckline. Just the sort of thing a real heroine might wear, coupled with boots, gloves, and mask. Still, it would draw too much attention, even at night.

So Kelly kept on the faded daisy dukes she was wearing, added a red and white sports bra, red Converse high-top sneakers, and red batting gloves. She finished out her outfit with a red and white baseball cap, with a big white “T” emblazoned on front. Though she usually pulled her hair up in a ponytail, running it through the back of the cap, she decided to change up her look and leave her long blonde hair down this time. Just in case.

Picking up her lucky eighth-grade bat and stuffing an old red bandana into her back pocket, Kelly slipped out of her open window and into the backyard. She quickly made her way across the highway, and snuck over the wall around Jessica’s gated community. A quick check found Brad’s tricked-out pickup in the front driveway, but no sign that any of Jessica’s other friends were visiting.

Before Kelly could slip around to check the backyard, the front door opened and Brad led Jessica out to his truck. He was dressed nicely, while Jessica was looking super sexy in a skimpy little dance dress and stilettos.

Kelly shook her head, scowling. “Lord, why is it the worst people get the best clothes?”

Worse, they’d just ruined her big plans. Again.

There’s only one place they can legally go, Kelly thought as they drove away. Club Tropicana over on Baker Street. It was too late on a weeknight for them to drive all the way into Cleveland. Oh well, I guess I don’t have a choice. Club Tropicana, here I come.

Kelly headed for downtown Bisbee. It was a bit of a walk, but she’d made that trek many times. Since her father couldn’t afford to buy her much more than food and clothes, she’d grown up walking everywhere. An hour walk, the kind half her classmates wouldn’t even attempt, barely fazed her. And Kelly could walk pretty fast when she wanted.

With a combination of walking and jogging, Kelly cut twenty minutes off the usual hour. She approached the Baker Street location, with the small downtown area rising up behind the club. The parking lot wasn’t full, but it was pretty close. Since she was carrying a bat, Kelly moved as stealthily as possible through the cars. She found Brad’s big pickup in the middle of the lot.

Now I just have to wait.

Wait for what? Kelly realized she had no concrete plan of action. She considered her options, and realized none were all that great. Really, all she could do was try and steal Jessica’s purse and run away. Of course, she’d have to ensure her would-be mistress wasn’t holding the phone in her hand. The girl was obsessed with her phone.

Worse case of FOMO I’ve ever seen, Kelly thought.

Of course, Jessica was constantly taking selfies and posting them to Instagram. Kelly really expected her to become an Instagram model. The ex-cheerleader had the beauty and the narcissism to pull it off.

A sports car suddenly rumbled into the parking lot, drawing her attention. Hey, she liked fast cars, too. But a frown spread across her face when she spotted it: bright yellow Camaro. It looked kind of familiar. Then it rolled to a stop across two parking places at the edge of the parked cars. Two men got out, and Kelly instantly recognized one of them.

That’s the carjacker guy I chased away from the old man, she thought. Her eyes narrowed. They’re looking for another victim!

Kelly felt torn. She needed to wait in ambush for Jessica, but how could she stand by and let those two awful men attack, maybe kill, some innocent man or woman just to steal their car? So, keeping low, she started working her way towards them.

As she came up behind the Camaro, Kelly studied the two men. Jax stood six foot five, looking as muscular and tough as he’d been the other night. His friend, the driver, was average height and weight, but with long blonde hair and goatee. Both wore jeans and rock t-shirts.

Tying the red bandana around her neck, she pulled it up to cover as much of her face as she could. Only her eyes were exposed, and she figured the cap’s shadows would obscure them well enough. She was as faceless as she’d ever be.

Stepping out into the open, Kelly got their attention by smacking her bat into her open palm as she slowly approached.

“So, we meet again?” Kelly said menacingly. “I guess you guys need another object lesson in justice.”

Jax looked at his friend. “What the fuck, Sal?”

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Sal asked.

“Just a Good Samaritan,” Kelly said.

“Hey, that’s the fucking chick that hit me with oil cans the other night,” Jax snarled.

“Aww, you remember me! I’m so flattered.”

“You’re about to be flattened, bitch,” Jax cried, and lunged at her.

Kelly held the bat in both hands, like a soldier with his rifle. That allowed her to lash out with the end, striking Jax right under the chin. He went down with a pained grunt of surprise. After kicking him in the face, she ducked under Sal’s right cross and thrust the business end of the bat into his solar plexus. Poor Sal fell back against the car, gasping for breath and clutching his belly.

“You bad boys made a big mistake coming out tonight,” Kelly sneered. “I’m in a mood to mete some vigilante justice. And you two definitely need to be slapped down hard.”

They glared at her, but warily. It was obvious neither wanted to deal with her brutal bat. She liked the way they looked at her now. It was probably the first time either of them had looked at a girl with anything resembling fear, and she thought that another good lesson for them to learn.

Chicks can fight back, too.

She caught something in the corner of her eye. A young couple coming out of the club, hanging all over each other. The guy openly groped the woman while they kissed and giggled. And then she recognized them.

Jessica!

Why were they leaving already? She wasn’t ready for them. Worse, there was no way to sneak up on them in time.

And then Jax and Sal rushed her from two different directions.

“Ugh,” Kelly grunted when Jax slammed a fist into her back, right over her kidney. The pain was exquisite. And then Sal pounded a fist into her belly. “Ack!”

For a second, she thought her dinner was coming up. Kelly doubled over around that brutal fist, gasping for air. The bat fell from her numb fingers, clattering on the ground. And then Jax wrestled both of her arms back, held them, while Sal punched her in the belly, boobs, and face until her body went limp. Then he swatted her cap away, yanked the bandana down to expose her face, and grabbed her chin in a vise-like grip.

“You’re as pretty as you are stupid, bitch,” Sal snarled.

And then he kissed her.

“What should we do with her?” Jax asked. “I kinda wanna cave her head in with her own bat.”

Several sets of tires began squealing, their owners apparently eager to get out of that parking lot. Kelly blinked the tears away in time to see one of them was Brad’s pickup.

“She ruined any chance of us picking up a car here tonight,” Sal said. He grabbed Kelly’s tits, fondling them very roughly. “She’s got great tits, though. I say we recover some of our losses tonight by selling this bubble-titted bimbo to Lil Dog.”

“Good idea,” Jax said. “And we can hire her every so often, just to remind her of what a stupid bitch she is, and to get shots of her dumb blonde ass.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Kelly gasped out.

“Wanna bet?” Jax said, grabbed a fistful of hair and claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss that made her mind go completely blank.

Before her jumbled mind could clear, Kelly felt them cross her wrists and bind them together. Then she was half-dragged to the Camaro. Jax sat, before yanking her down into his lap. Sal climbed in next to them and started the car. Kelly’s sports bra was pushed up over both her tits as they pulled out and raced away.

“Hey! That’s not allo–”

Jax cut off her protests by kissing her again. He claimed her lips in a kiss she couldn’t break free of. After a moment, she lost the will to escape it. Yeah, his big, callused hands were all over her sensitive tits. Squeezing. Pinching. Just driving her crazy as sexy sensations filled her overheated body, turning her lower belly into hot mush. Kelly squirmed and wiggled, struggling to escape her bound wrists.

“Oh God,” she gasped out when Jax finally released her lips, only to kiss and nibble his way down to her tits. He motorboated her boobs good, kissing, licking, sucking. Her back bowed as wonderful sensations, every bit as intense as Malik had managed, spiraled up into her body. Kelly bucked and whipped her head back and forth, long hair flying everywhere. “Oh God. Oh God. I don’t want to be a whore. Please, just let me go.”

“Tell you what, blondie,” Jax said. “If you suck and fuck us, then we’ll think about letting you go with a warning.”

“Really?” she asked, hope springing alive.

“Absolutely,” Sal said.

“Okay,” she gasped out, mind still in turmoil. Kelly felt so dizzy, so out of control and vulnerable. All she had was that one little glimmer of a chance. “Okay. Okay. I’ll do it. Anything you say.”

Jax kissed her again, letting it linger until it messed up her head even more. And then he pushed her down onto the floorboard. Kelly knelt between his wide-spread knees. She paused to struggle against her bindings.

“Can you please untie me?”

“Not until after you prove yourself,” Jax said as he unzipped and pulled out a long, thick cock. Kelly froze, staring at it like a deer caught in headlights. He grinned, took her head in both hands, and guided her mouth to his dick. “Suck it like a good little whore, bimbo.”

Kelly’s nostrils filled with the stench of stale urine. Her lips pressed against his cock-head, and she tasted it. Nasty, nasty piss. But she couldn’t pull away, and then he thrust hard. His cock penetrated, forcing her lips apart. Her mouth opened wide, and he slid inside.

“Mmmmgggh,” she protested, but his cock was already halfway to her throat.

Kelly started sucking, bobbing up and down his shaft, while he forced his cock a lot deeper than she found comfortable. Yeah, her gag reflex kicked in hard. Jax didn’t care. He forced himself deeper with every bob and thrust. Tears rolled out of Kelly’s burning eyes as she struggled to control her gagging.

Meanwhile, Sal slowed and parked at the curb. He killed the engine, unzipped, and pulled his dick out. Kelly wondered what the hell was going on, because it was a pretty brightly lit stretch of street. Surely passersby could see what was going on inside.

“Stop Bogarting the chick,” Sal said.

Jax laughed, but pulled Kelly off his cock. She felt such relief as she gasped for air and panted furiously. He pulled her up into his lap, unfastened her daisy dukes, and slipped them off. Then he ripped her white cotton thongs off.

“Her panties are sopping wet, bro,” Jax said. “This ho is hot to trot.”

“Shut up, you sick bastar– Ugggh!” she started to say, but was cut off when he impaled her on his big cock. “Oh God, give a girl a warning. Oooooh.”

Sal reached over, grabbed her head, and forced her face down into his lap. Then Jax grabbed her butt, and started her bouncing up and down his cock. At the same time, Sal pressed his own cock to her lips. Gasping, head spinning, Kelly opened wide and went down on him.

Like Jax, Sal kept trying to deep-throat her. Kelly managed to keep him from going down her throat, but she couldn’t stop him from tapping the back of it a few times. After a while, her gag reflex started to fade.

By that time, her insides were a hot mess. Tingling, throbbing, and oh so achy with need, she felt her body wiggling and squirming as tiny animal sounds bubbled up. Jax’s cock was just too big, too demanding to ignore. He stoked her libido with every thrust, pushing her closer and closer. And then…

“Aaaaaggh,” she screamed around Sal’s dick. “Aaaaggghh!”

“And thar she blows,” Sal cried with a laugh. A second later he shot his wad into her mouth. “And thar I blow in her nasty mouth.”

Jax started pumping into her faster and faster. Then he completely sheathed himself inside her pussy before coming like a boss. She felt his hot seed filling up her womb. And that made her climax yet again.

“Aaaaggh. Ooooh, Lord Almighty!”