Tomboy: All American Heroine (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

This is the "Good" ending. Next week I'll post the "Bad" ending.  

Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 15

Kelly moved quickly and stealthily through the darkness. She came up to the million-dollar Albright home from the rear, peeking over the back fence at their spa-like backyard.

Empty, she thought. I bet they’re down in the basement.

The fact that Jessica was having her little “Destroy Kelly Party” at the house meant her parents were out for the evening. She’d heard there was a big charity event that night, so they would definitely attend as two of the community’s most prominent physicians.

It was just after dark. Jessica had released Kelly from sexual slavery just two hours earlier, while ensuring the blonde that she’d been a perfect little slavegirl and thus earned her freedom free of worry. Jessica had actually pinky-promised to delete all of the sex tapes. Yeah, Kelly might’ve even believed her if she hadn’t overheard the truth for herself.

Bitch.

Slipping over the fence, Kelly quickly made sure no one was in the pool house. The upstairs bedroom was still a mess after the last gangbang Jessica had forced her to give up. Kelly scowled at the rumpled bed, and the pair of bright red thigh boots discarded on the floor. Those boots, and a matching collar, were all Jessica had allowed her to wear during that intense, hours-long session three days back. It was especially intense because it was all fifteen cheerleaders on the team gangbanging her with hard rubber strap-ons. Big, monster-sized strap-ons at that.

Bitches, one and all.

The memories dancing around her head left the busty blonde breathless, hot, and sweaty. Her insides trembled, and then she felt her pussy leaking love juices. She shook those wicked thoughts away, grimly wondering how many years it would take to vanquish all those memories and the feelings they’d summoned within.

Kelly moved up to the back door and tested it. Unlocked. She paused to smile, a tingle rippling through her shapely body. Finally, something was going right for her.

She tugged down on the bill of her baseball cap, then touched the blue mask glued to her face. Kelly wasn’t sure why she’d worn a mask, because who else would know about and try to destroy the sex tapes? Duh. Yet, she felt safer, felt empowered behind that mask. She actually felt like a super heroine, Bisbee’s own Blonde Justice.

She also wore her usual sports bra, shorts, and sneakers. She held a spare bat in her left hand, with a small knapsack on her back full of baseballs. Her hands were sheathed in red batting gloves, with brass knuckles on both hands, too.

I’m loaded for cheerleader, she thought with a grim smile. Time to exact my pound of flesh.

Easing the door open, she peeked inside and looked around. The family room was empty, but she could hear rap music booming up from the basement. Kelly nodded, biting her lip. Just as she suspected. She moved up to the front of the house and looked out a window. The driveway and curbs were filled with five- and six-figure cars. They were all there.

“Perfect,” she muttered, hands tightening on the bat.

Kelly headed for the stairs, moving with care. All of her senses were on high alert, looking for any threat that might be up on the ground floor or second floor. When none showed, she hurried up and started checking rooms. The third door she opened proved to be Jessica’s very pink, white, and girlie-girl room. All lace, ruffles, and canopy bed girlie. Her closet was bigger than Kelly’s whole bedroom, with dozens of expensive shoes, boots, and handbags on display, as well as racks of designer dresses.

“Typical shopping addict fashionista. Probably never even worn half this stuff.”

Now that she knew Jessica was down in the basement, Kelly’s resolve hardened and she headed out. Time to put an end to the threat. Put Jessica in her place. Put them all in their place.

Tonight, this lioness roars!

Kelly snuck down the stairs, dropping into a squat about two-thirds down to survey the room. She quickly located everyone present, including all fifteen of Jessica’s fellow cheerleaders, Brad, Malik, and the queen bitch herself. Jessica was sitting at the wet bar, sipping white wine with Shawnie and Brad. Malik was dancing with Jolene, and eight cheerleaders had paired off to dance as well. The others were huddled in giggling groups, gossiping.

And then she spotted her real quarry. Jessica’s phone and laptop sat right atop the wet bar, unattended. Her green eyes narrowed, heart thundering in her ears. She had to get to those pricey little gadgets and smash them ASAP, before anyone could upload the sex tapes. Nothing was more important than that.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, and then charged straight into the room. At the top of her lungs, she shouted, “Jessica, I’m going to bash your head in!”

That threat was to frighten the cheerleader enough to make her forget all about the phone and laptop. And it worked. Jessica squawked, almost fell off her stool, and took off running. The other cheerleaders screamed and scattered, too. But Brad charged straight at Kelly, as did Malik. The big black guy was closer.

“Fool,” Kelly sneered, ducking under his right cross. She smashed her bat into his ribs, before smashing it across his shoulders. Malik fell into a groaning pile at her feet. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay down, jerk.”

Then Brad was upon her, swinging wildly and forcing her to backpedal. Kelly looked for an opening, even as he forced her back against the wall. The All-American quarterback paused just half a second, just long enough to gloat at her. It was all Kelly needed. She kicked at his nuts, but he turned to deflect. That allowed her to slip behind him and pound brass knuckles into his ribs and back once, twice, five times.

He howled in pain and rage, and spun around to backhand her. Light and darkness flashed behind Kelly’s eyes as she backed away, swinging her bat to keep him away. Then she heard Jessica regaining her backbone.

“Get her, girls!”

Kelly turned to face the new threat, waited half a second, and then dropped to one knee as she pivoted. She swung her bat and caught him in the knee as he charged in to finish her off. Dodging aside, she whacked him again as he tumbled past her with a look of befuddlement on his face. But she didn’t have time to gloat. Cheerleaders were charging her left, right, and center.

Dropping the bat, Kelly pulled out some baseballs and started pelting the other young beauties. The first throw KO’ed Jolene. Another struck Shawnie between the legs, putting her down in a sobbing wail of agony. And then Kelly gripped the bat in both hands, butt-slapping the other girls with both ends.

The soft sound of tapping alerted Kelly to a new threat, bigger and direr than any of the others. Jessica had run over to the laptop and was typing in commands. Panic set in, and then she saw red. Kelly screamed bloody murder as she charged the ex-head cheerleader.

A brass-knuckled fist pounded into Jessica’s back, right above her left kidney. The dark-haired beauty wailed in pain, back bowed. As she fell away, Kelly turned on the objects of her desire. She swung with all her might and rage, smashing the smartphone into a million pieces. And then she swung again and again, utterly destroying the laptop.

Walking over to Jessica, now kneeling in the corner with a hand over her brutalized kidney, Kelly lifted the brunette’s chin with the bat. She thought seeing terror in her enemies’ eyes would feel good, but instead, it disgusted her. A moment later, she realized the truth. It wasn’t Jessica she found disgusting, but herself.

I hate scaring anyone! This is so wrong, but I had to save myself, she thought. Maybe this one time the end justifies the means.

Aloud, keeping her voice pitched low and menacing, “This ends here and now. If you somehow manage to retrieve those sex tapes and post them… I will kill you. Understand?”

Jessica nodded emphatically, tears rolling down her face.

With that, Kelly gathered up all of her thrown baseballs, found a bag, and stuffed all the pieces of the destroyed phone and laptop inside. That done, she headed up the stairs without a backward glance.

~**~**~

8:35 AM Monday morning. Bisbee bus station #17…

“Are you sure you have everything? Where is your admission paperwork?”

“Yes, Dad,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time that morning. “I didn’t forget my paperwork. I’m good. I also left five boxes on my bed. Give me a couple weeks, and then send them to me.”

“Really? How much does it cost to ship packages?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not that expensive, plus I plan to get a part-time job,” she said. “I’ll send money home to pay for it.”

The last call for the bus leaving for Dallas, Texas came over the speakers. They were standing next to her bus, all of her bags already loaded. So she hugged her father.

“You be a good boy,” she teased. “Don’t work so hard. Now that I’m out of the house, you will save a lot of money on food, clothes, and electricity. Maybe you can save up for that new pickup you’ve always wanted.”

“Any extra money I have will be sent to you,” he said. “A young college woman has needs. I don’t want you worrying about clothes and such.”

“Do not send me money! I mean it,” she said, holding his eyes. “Don’t make me come home and chew you out.”

He laughed and they hugged again. Then he hurried her over to a locker. He had the key, which surprised her. Kelly’s father opened the locker and pulled out a brand new laptop still in the box.

“I’ve been saving up for this,” he said. “I knew you’d need it for college.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she said, all choked up. “You really shouldn’t have.”

Kelly clutched the box to her chest, sniffing. He teared up, too.

“Well, you better get on that bus before it leaves you behind.”

She glanced over to see the driver, Old Monty, staring at them. He looked a little teary-eyed, too. But then, he had known her since she was seven. So she wiped away her tears, hugged her father one last time, and hurried onto the bus. Finding a seat halfway back, she sat next to the window and waved to her father as the bus pulled away.

Blowing her nose, Kelly thought, Super heroines and star athletes don’t cry. She smiled, thinking about the cap, sports bra, and daisy dukes in her luggage, as well as a certain knapsack full of baseballs. Yep, I’ll be ready if things start looking bad on campus. Even universities need super heroines sometimes.