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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 5

Taurus University campus, Friday, 11:30 PM…

Stiletto clatter and feminine giggles filled the hot night air. Tomboy dropped to one knee and squinted into the darkness. It only took a second to locate the coeds returning from the club district. Seven in all. Safety in number. She also noticed some guys, but walking alone or in groups no larger than three.

Everyone feels nice and safe now that I’ve caught the campus molester gang, she thought.

Part of her wanted to walk around the campus boldly, so other students could see her. And approach her with their thanks and praise. But she scolded herself for unnecessary pride, and reminded herself that she was doing it to help, not for the glory.

Tomboy pulled back into the night shadows and shrubbery. She moved from shadow to shadow around campus, looking for trouble, until she spotted Jester Dorm tower above the other campus residences. From her angle, she could see her dark window, and Carrie’s lit up window. A shadow moved within.

Oh baby, she thought, a serene smile spreading across her masked face. I wish I was up there with you and…

Kelly spent the previous two nights with Carrie and Chase. The first night in Chase’s room. Thursday night in Carrie’s room. Oh, and the wild, wicked things that they did with and to each other! Carrie knew how to please a man, but Kelly had to teach her so much about playing with another woman’s body. And she had so much more to teach the beautiful senior.

I never thought all those things Jessica forced me to do this last summer would open my heart and mind to polyamorous love, she thought. Now I have a handsome boyfriend, and a beautiful girlfriend. The best of both worlds.

Heart racing, pussy all hot, wet, and tingly, Tomboy had to stop and regain control of her mind and emotions. All she wanted to do was rush up to Carrie and make love to her all night. Chase wasn’t an option. He had to return home to Nebraska for a weekend funeral. Their wonderful loverboy wouldn’t be back until Monday.

Movement overhead pulled her eyes up. Tomboy’s face lit up.

“Lone Star!”

The red, white, and blue clad beauty was flying rather low and fast, heading toward the Strip. Was there trouble over there? Tomboy headed that way. The campus was quiet, so the community would be best served elsewhere.

Tomboy ran where she could, and creeped along in the night shadows where necessary. She didn’t want to be seen. Since she wasn’t super strong or fast, her best tactic was to sneak up on and pounce on evil doers. That might change if she was ever accepted as a FEM Fighter.

Her inability to afford transportation would also remain a limiting factor.

Tomboy made it about halfway to the Strip when the sound of loud engines filled the air, like someone was street racing. She realized they were heading toward her. So she eased out of the shadows and approached the street.

And that’s when a racing motorcycle came skidding around the corner, and then raced up the street straight at Tomboy. Two cars followed the bike, fishtailing around the corner. And then men leaned out windows to shoot at the motorcycle rider. 

Freezing, Tomboy didn’t know what to do. She had no protection against bullets like Sisterhood or FEM Fighter heroines, and then she realized the racing bike and rider were both done up in brightest yellow and black.

“Puma!”

The bad guys were chasing and shooting at FEM Fighter Puma. The shapely African-American was zigzagging up the street, which kept her from reaching top speed. And then Tomboy figured one of the bullets hit her front wheel or something, because the heroine suddenly wobbled violently. In a flash, Puma wrestled enough control to lay the bike down.

Tomboy’s jaw dropped as she watched the FEM Fighter literally ride the sliding motorcycle like a surfboard. Unfortunately, it smashed into the curb, flipped, and crashed into a tree. Puma fell to the ground unconscious.

“No! Not on my watch,” Tomboy cried when the two cars skidded to a stop and men piled out.

The men were all wearing those fully covering head masks of Mexican wrestlers, called luchadors. And they were big, broad-shouldered men, too. Tomboy hesitated just a heartbeat, but tightened her grip around the bat and took off running straight at them.

She raced up behind the eight men just as they reached Puma, one of them laying hands on the unconscious FEM Fighter. He immediately copped a feel of the helpless heroine’s large boobs.

“What the hell?” Tomboy shouted.

She didn’t hesitate to pop a red and gold masked man in the knee, and kicked another in the nuts. And then they scattered, shouting angrily. She grinned at their confusion and fear. 

“Where’d the other heroine come from?”

“Be alert for more super bitches!” shouted a man in blue and white mask.

“I got your super bitch right here,” Tomboy snarled, and laid the bat upside his head.

The remaining five men quickly circled the teen heroine. The man behind her lunged at Tomboy, so she spun and kicked him in the head. That’s when the man now behind her attacked, forcing Tomboy to turn to deal with him. The men kept her frantically playing defense, never allowing her to finish anyone off. And then the guy she kicked in the nuts came charging in with a cry of rage. 

Tomboy grabbed his wrist when he threw a haymaker in his crazed state, using his momentum to throw him over her hip and into another bad guy. But the other four men rushed in and laid hands on her. She kicked and threw elbows, but two of them finally got a secure hold on her arms. And it was over.

“Calm down, Leon,” one of the men said to the guy with busted balls.

“Fuck you, Joe,” he snarled. Leon half-staggered up to Tomboy, obviously in considerable pain down there. He grabbed her face, pulling his fist back to deliver a bone-crushing punch. “I’m going to beat you to death!”

“Hai!” a feminine voice cried, and Leon was swept away amid flashing yellow and black. Puma kicked left and right, taking out one of the men holding Tomboy. “Let’s put these little boys down, Tomboy!”

Oh my GOD! Puma knows who I am!

Tomboy stomped on the foot of the man still holding her, and then punched him in the throat. That made him let go, and then she went after a man trying to go around behind Puma. She caught him across the shoulders with her bat, but when she turned around Joe was aiming a pistol at her.

“You ain’t got no power belt, girl, so useless to us,” Joe sneered, and pulled the trigger.

“Aaiiee!” she cried, falling back to the ground. Her right wrist throbbed in agony, but no blood. That’s when she realized his shot hit her bat, just above her hold on it. The bat was snapped in half, and her wrist throbbed. And then Joe was standing over her, pointing the pistol at her face. “I give up!”

Tomboy lifted both hands up in the universal gesture of surrender. For a second, she thought he would still murder her, but then he relaxed and glanced at Puma. The busty African-American was kicking ass and taking names. Only one other man stood before her.

“Puma! Stop fighting and surrender, or I will shoot your little friend in the face!”

The FEM Fighter glanced over her shoulder, and did a double-take. She stopped, gawking, and the man she was fighting rushed up behind her and yanked her arms back and held them tightly. Tomboy watched in horror as another man staggered over to unfasten and remove her FEM Belt, and thus depowered the proud heroine.

Oh my God, what have I done? Tomboy thought.

Leon came over to Tomboy, and promptly kicked her between the legs. Tomboy grunted, and doubled up in pain. Before she recovered, the men removed her utility belt, used her own handcuffs to bind her wrists behind her back, and forced her to kneel beside Puma. The African-American beauty glared daggers at the men gloating over them, now minus her FEM Belt and Power Bracers.

“Hello, Puma,” a six foot tall, very broad and stocky black man said. He stepped up close to the FEM Fighter. “Once again, I have you within my power.” He unzipped and pulled out a huge black cock. It slapped Puma across the bridge of her nose. She didn’t even flinch. “You know what I like.”

“What is wrong with you, Andre? You didn’t get away with capturing me last time,” Puma said. “You went to prison for what you did it me. Why chance it again?”

“I’m obsessed with you, I guess,” he said, as he traced her full red lips with the tip of his dick. Puma averted her face, but he pulled it back forward. Then he pressed his dick to her lips. “Suck it like the skanky ho that we all know you are, girl.”

Puma glared up at him with rage, but then glanced at Tomboy. That seemed to knock the wind out of her sails. The FEM Fighter’s mouth opened, allowing Andre’s cock to push all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, before starting to bob up and down his shaft.

Leon pulled Tomboy’s attention back to her own problem. The big man leered down at her as he unzipped and pulled out his cock and balls. But instead of thrusting into her mouth, Leon lifted his dick and rubbed his hairy, sweaty nutsack all over her masked face, knocking her cap off in the process. 

“Kiss them. Make my aching balls feel better, bitch,” Leon commanded. “Kiss em. Lick em. Suck on them.”

With Puma cooperating, Tomboy didn’t see any chance she could refuse. So she obeyed. Leon forced her to kiss, lick, and suck on his nasty nutsack for an eternity, before finally pulling away. Tomboy thought it was over, but Leon forced his dick into her mouth. 

Tomboy cut her eyes over to Puma. Andre was clutching the FEM Fighter’s head with both hands and thrusting all the way down into her throat over and over, his monster balls slapping her chin. 

Oh shit, she thought.

“Yeah,” Leon said, as if reading her mind. “Here it comes.”

Leon really thrust hard. He forced his cock past her defenses, and down her throat. Before Tomboy understood what was happening, her lips were sealed tight around the base of his shaft. 

“And the fun has just begun,” Leon said. The big bastard then forced his fingers up under Tomboy’s mask, through the eyehole, and started pulling. “Let’s get a better look at your pretty face, doll.”

Wild-eyed, Tomboy screamed around his cock. But it was too late. She felt the mask peeling. Then Puma let out a gargling scream, while Andre pulled off her mask.

“I love the look of defeat and despair in a heroine’s eyes,” Leon said. “When you unmask her.”

And then Leon throat fucked her until he released a gully washer of cum.

He pulled out, and Tomboy looked around for who was next. She noticed Andre was coming in Puma’s mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop. And then two men pressed up behind the captured heroines. White cloths were pressed over their noses and mouths. 

Tomboy struggled, eyes huge as the chloroform filled her nostrils, and the drug dulled her senses. Soon, everything seemed to slow down, and then spin. Finally, blackness came crashing in from all sides. And then there was nothing.