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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 3

Jester Dorm, Tuesday 10:10 PM, Kelly’s room…

Kelly softly bit the tip of her tongue as she finished another riveting set of algebra homework. The AC vent was aimed right at her, and felt amazing on her hot, smooth skin. To maximize that coolness, she’d stripped down to white bra and thong, long blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. Her green eyes cut to the right and locked on the new 32-inch flatscreen TV she’d received from her father earlier that day. The dorm provided free basic cable, with local stations.

“Oh, Daddy, you shouldn’t have,” she whispered, tears welling up. “You are too sweet, and I love it.”

The late-night news was on. Odd, how in Dallas the news came on at 10 PM instead of 11 PM. It would take some getting used to, but she kind of liked it. Prime time TV started an hour earlier in the Central Time Zone.

She shook her head woefully at the subject matter, though. The first ten minutes before commercials had been devoted to a local crime spree. Everything from muggings, home evasions, and carjacking, on top of all the partisan politics going on, each side blaming the other for the spike in crime. There was even a gang of young men running down and molesting college girls on campus. Rumor was they were students at Taurus U.

“Welcome back from break,” the middle-aged news anchor said. Richard Wright looked at his much younger co-anchor. “It’s always good to have some good news for the audience, Sonia.”

“Yes it is, Richard,” the beautiful African-American said. Big, bold graphics popped onto the screen above Sonia’s head: New Heroine on the Block. Then a fuzzy, full-length photo of Kelly in costume appeared on the screen. “Meet Tomboy. Dallas/Fort Worth’s newest super heroine introduced herself to the Metroplex last night by foiling the kidnapping of a college coed on Konner Avenue.”

Tomboy? The media has taken up that name? Kelly thought, jaw dropping. Oh my God, I might be stuck with Tomboy now.

“I like her already,” Richard said. “She’s young and spunky, and best of all, comes with a ready-made theme.”

“And we know how much you love baseball,” Sonia said with a laugh. “Yes, with that cap and baseball bat, she does look like a super heroine slugger. Bad boys be on the alert! Tomboy is about to knock your noggin out of the park!”

“Slugger!” Kelly cried. “That would’ve been a better name. Jesus. Oh well.” A weak smile spread across her lovely face. “I am kinda sorta a tomboy. I even have an athletic scholarship. I guess it fits.”

She looked across the room, at the floor of her small closet. Expensive, brightly-colored pairs of stiletto heels lay piled there. With a strong dash of girlie-girl mixed in.

Kelly put up her books, closed her laptop, and got up to stretch. Then she quickly pulled on black shorts, a red tank, and a pair of white sneakers. Taking nothing but her keys and student ID, she grabbed her gym bag and headed for the elevator.

Heading for the campus 24/7 gym, she strode up the darkest-looking sidewalk. She wondered why the university hadn’t installed security lights everywhere. Didn’t they understand how dangerous it was for young women? Young women who weren’t her, anyway.

Returning to her favorite changing spot, Kelly covertly looked around before slipping off the sidewalk and easing in behind the high, thick shrubs. Kicking off her sneakers, she quickly stripped naked and stuffed everything into her gym bag. And then she began pulling articles of clothing out. First out was her white sports bra. Then came blue short-shorts, before she pulled on a pair of red and white Converse high-tops. Kelly took the time to brush her long blonde hair into a ponytail, which she pulled through the back of her red and white cap.

“Guess it’s ‘Tomboy’ now and forever,” she muttered, pulling on her red batting gloves with the fingers snipped off. Then she pressed her most important accessory, a blue mask, to her face. And finally, last of all, she buckled a utility belt on, lined with pouches holding baseballs, handcuffs, brass knuckles, and other necessities. “If the campus cops won’t protect the girls in this school, then I will!”

Tomboy spent the next two hours stealthily pacing coeds, mostly those walking alone or in small groups of three or less. She watched every man, young and old, that even glanced in a woman’s direction. She worked all over campus, protecting girls heading home to the dorms on the eastern side of campus, as well as the Greek girls walking to their sorority houses on the west side.

It was while returning from a short trek over to a sorority house that she heard the first sounds of trouble. And then – an unmistakable shriek for help. Tomboy took off running toward those cries and outraged screams. Within seconds the busty blonde rounded a corner and found six young men in dark clothes and hoods swarming around a pretty coed in a little black dress. Their hands were constantly darting in to cop feels, pinch, and otherwise molest that innocent young thing.

“Step back, you miscreants!” Tomboy shouted in her most commanding voice.

“Holy fuck! Check out the tits on that bimbo!” one of them said.

“Is she a super heroine?”

“Fuck no. Super heroines don’t walk around campus,” another said. “Must be a cosplayer.”

“Aww, you little boys are adorable,” Kelly said, pulling out a baseball. She tossed it in the air, and SWUNG. The bat cracked loudly in the still night air, and that ball streaked like a bullet straight into a black-masked face. He was out cold before he crumbled bonelessly to the ground. “Ouch! I bet that hurt.”

“Hey! She hurt Mikey!”

“Get her!”

The remaining five young men came charging at her. Tomboy hesitated just a second too long to bat another ball at them, so she raised her bat and set her feet. When the first of the molesters reached her, Tomboy swung low to hit him in the knee.

The young man HOWLED in agony. She barked a mocking laugh, ducked under a wild haymaker from another guy, before thrusting the business end of the bat into the injured man’s belly, and then his chin. That’s when someone landed a solid hit to her mid-back.

Pain lanced through her body. Tomboy managed to hold in her cry, but the punch staggered her a few steps. She had to drop low, and sweep his feet away to save herself. But that still left two more guys coming at her.

Kelly unleashed a wild swing that forced her foes back a step, and then she took off. Glancing back, she smiled. All but the two downed men had come after her. The coed they attacked was twenty yards away and running like crazy in the opposite direction.

Smart girl, she thought.

The distinct whoop of the campus police sirens filled the air. The bad guys stopped, argued with each other a second, and then took off running toward the west. Tomboy gave chase, following them as discreetly as possible.

Good boys, she thought. Lead me home, so I know exactly who you are.

They led her off campus, across Konner Avenue, and onto the Greek Street. Tomboy didn’t know all the different sororities and fraternities by name yet, so it was just a big red brick home with white columns out front. There were three Greek letters above the front door.

All four men entered the frat house, and a moment later Tomboy stopped outside the front door. The door was locked, so she snuck around back and tried the backdoor. It opened. She smiled as she eased inside.

The house was filled with angrily shouting young men. She made her way towards the ruckus. It felt good to know she was the cause of all that turmoil. Those dirty, stinking molesters had probably just brought their whole fraternity down at Taurus U.

“And good riddance to bad trash,” she muttered after passing out of the kitchen, moving through a pitch-black dining room.

“I agree,” a male voice said behind her.

Suddenly, a strong male arm came around her neck, jerking her back against a big strong chest. Guys lunged at her from both sides, grabbing and holding her arms tight. One of them twisted her right arm, forcing her to drop the bat. And then a fourth man stepped before her, and punched her in the belly.

“Oooffff!”

Oh, that hurt so badly. Tomboy doubled up, eyes burning and tears flowing.

“Time for payback, bitch,” their leader sneered as the light turned on. “Stupid bimbo.”

He savagely ripped her sports bra off her body, and when she tried to fight back, he punched her in the belly until she settled down. She lost her shorts immediately thereafter.

“Oh, she’s a pretty little thing,” one of them said. “We’re going to have a good time with her.”

“You better let me go, or else,” Tomboy gasped out.

“Or else what, bimbo?” he asked, cupping her chin and looking her masked face over with interest. “You think you’re some kind of super heroine or something, right?”

“I am a super heroine,” she said. “And my sister heroines know that I am here, moron.”

“I don’t recognize her.”

“I’m Tomboy,” she snapped.

“The new girl,” another said. “Cool. She’s going to have a short career.”

Their leader pulled out his cock, palmed the back of her head, and pushed Tomboy’s face down. She cried out in shock, and his cock slipped straight in.

“Mmmmgh,” she cried around his erection. Dumb move, Kelly. Keep your mouth shut!

“Oh man, her mouth is super nice,” he groaned. “Suck it, girl.”

Tomboy wondered if she could get away with biting his cock off. Was it even possible? Yet, after the crazy summer she’d had, Tomboy’s dark “slavegirl” training kicked in and she started sucking like a pro. The guys laughed, while the guy behind her unzipped and thrust into her pussy.

“Uggh!”

The two of them thrust into her, front and back, faster and faster. Tomboy felt her body changing, while soft feminine moans and groans grew louder and louder. The guys got more and more excited, while she began to squirm and buck.

Then she felt the leader’s cock swell in her mouth, while the guy in back started thrusting fast and frantic. Tomboy felt her juices flowing down her inner thighs, as the most insane sensations rippled through her overheated body.

“Suck it. Suck it all down,” the leader growled, and hot, viscous cum flooded her mouth.

Tomboy swallowed, and swallowed again. It was ingrained in her brain to swallow. Thanks to Jessica and her dark predations that past summer. And then the guy in back cried out, and unleashed deep inside her.

That pushed the busty blonde heroine over the top. Her hot, throbbing insides suddenly erupted with the most wonderful pleasure. It pulsed throughout her overheated body. Only the cock thrust halfway down her throat kept Tomboy from screaming her pleasure.

“Hey, bask in the afterglow later, you guys,” the man holding her right arm said. “It’s mine and Terek’s turn. I want a super heroine BJ, too.”

The leader and the guy that just pulled out of her pussy started to move over to seize her arms. The other guys released her to move into place. Tomboy saw her tiny window of opportunity. It was now or never.

Tomboy lashed out with a right cross to the leader’s jaw, before spinning and kicking the guy moving around for a BJ in the lower belly. And then she unleashed a torrent of kicks, punches, and elbows on the four of them. Catching them with their pants down, Tomboy quickly knocked them all back on their butts.

Snatching up her bat, “First guy to even look like he wants to stand is going to get his brains bashed in. After what you just did, no jury in the State of Texas will convict me.”

While they sat there sullenly, Tomboy found her phone and called the police.

Well, that worked out…um…not too shabby.