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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 6

Tomboy woke when the car stopped and men began getting out. She felt air cooling her hot, sweaty body, so looked down to discover she was completely naked. Her long blonde hair was tousled, while her boobs ached, especially her nipples. She grimaced went her pussy made itself known by throbbing with lots of hot, sloppy wet tingles. 

Of course they fucked me, she thought. Pigs. 

Her body hadn’t felt like that since the last time her childhood rival forced her to let classmates gangbang her raw. Yeah, she was reminded just how intense and rough that summer after graduation had been for her.

“Come along, girl,” Leon said, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragging her out of the back seat. “You’re about to get a new career in the sex industry.”

“What?” she asked, stumbling along beside him barefooted and naked. 

She struggled to break free, but her wrists remained handcuffed behind her back and his hand stayed in her hair. Kelly felt her boobs jostling all about as he jerked her around, keeping her off-balance all the way. They were in a dark area behind what she thought was a strip mall. Leon led her straight into an open door, and then into a storage room in back. They stopped next to an odd looking metal pipe thing. 

“What the hell is that?”

“Display stand,” Leon said. 

Joe came up on her other side, and each man seized an arm. Kelly’s full attention remained on the display stand. It looked insidious. The thing looked like an upside down cross, with shackles terminating both ends of the crossbar below and the upright shaft ending in a long, thick dildo.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

Kelly was lifted up, and IMPALED on the dildo. “Ugggh!”

That was intense. She was pretty sure that was the largest thing, cock or dildo, ever to be shoved into her vagina. It stretched her out well beyond the point of pain. Kelly’s back bowed, her jaw dropped, and all thought left her head. It took a few minutes for her body to adjust.

Meanwhile, Leon and Joe dropped into squats, and manhandled her jerking legs into the shackles. Before she knew it, Kelly found herself standing on her tiptoes, locked into place with a monster dildo fully sheathed up her pussy. All she could do was stare incredulously into the darkness.

“I think she likes it,” Joe said, pressing up behind the impaled heroine. His hands began boldly roaming her spectacular body. “You had her in the car, so now it’s my turn.”

Joe kissed Kelly’s neck and shoulders until her body finally relaxed, and her head began to loll around. Then he forced her face around to claim her lips in a long, deep kiss, while he pinched, pulled, and twisted her sensitive nipples. Everything he did made her oversexed body jerk and tremble, the sexiest sensations rippling into her core and turning her into a hot mess inside.

“Please. I beg you,” she gasped out. “I can’t take this. Too much. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Ignoring her, Joe started kissing and nuzzling her ear, while his left hand fondled her tits and his right began rubbing her clit very vigorously. Kelly released a long, soulful groan as her big green eyes rolled up and her sweat shiny body trembled like a leaf.

Her body changed, hot tingles flowing to all corners. Her vagina squeezed hard around that massive dildo, her back bowed even more, and a wanton “Ooooooooooh” escaped her slack lips when a monster climax slammed into her hard. 

As she settled down, huffing and puffing and feeling so damned hot and sweaty, Joe upped the ante. Yeah, he pulled out his cock. At first, she was excited at the prospect of being pulled off the display stand so he could fuck her. And then Joe pressed his dick up against her asshole.

“Oh no,” she whispered. He thrust up into her. “Ugggh!”

Penetration was profound. Kelly cried out with every thrust. Men began to arrive a moment later. They gathered in a semi-circle before her and watched with interest as Joe sated his dark lusts on her ass and body.

That’s when she realized Puma was no longer with her. Where did they take the FEM Fighter? Did they have other plans for her? 

“Where’s Puma? Why did you separate us?”

“Shut up,” Joe gasped out, thrusting into her faster and faster. “We were after her. We can use her. You are shit to us. You’re lucky we decided to score a few bucks off your fat ass.”

That didn’t make sense. Why was Puma of “use” to them, but not her? But then her body began to respond to Joe’s efforts in the desired manner, and she felt her body ramping up to climax again. Oh, she tried to fight it. Tried to deny them the satisfaction, but she was just a girl. No special powers.

“Aaagggh!” Kelly screamed when yet another powerful orgasm ravaged her shapely body. She trembled with pleasure, body still jerking and jostling while Joe sodomized her like a boss. “Aaaaagggh!”

“This is the girl?” a tall, slim Hispanic man in a nice suit asked. “You say she’s a heroine? From what city?”

“Dallas,” Leon said. “This is Dallas’ newest rookie super heroine: Tomboy.”

“Never heard of her,” he said. “She’s pretty. Got the bod of a Sisterhood heroine, too. Is she an Amazon?”

Their conversation barely registered in Kelly’s head. Joe had her in a daze, her body staying at the brink of orgasm even after coming twice in quick succession. But she understood what he meant by “Amazon.” That was the slang term for an Alpha Meta woman. AM, for Alpha Meta, had at some point morphed into Amazon. And Alpha Meta women manifested a super power at some point that they used to fight crime.

“Not that I know of,” Leon said. “She ain’t got no super powers, that’s for sure.”

By that time about ten men had gathered. Kelly figured out pretty quickly from their conversations with each other that they were all pimps. She was being sold to a pimp for the third time in her life. 

This sucks! she thought. I could lose my scholarship!

Kelly almost laughed. There she was bound hand and foot, getting fucked stupid, and about to be sold into sexual slavery – SLAVERY – and her first thought and concern was losing her athletic scholarship. And then Andre showed up and greeted the pimps like old friends.

“As you gentlemen can see, Miss Tomboy has some sweet, firm meat on her bones,” Andre said. He slapped her naked butt cheek. “She’s not what I’d call thicc, but good enough to sell on the street.”

The massively built black man ran his hands all over Tomboy’s spectacular body, pointing out all her best, sexiest attributes. And then the auction started. All she could do was gawk at them selling a human being – her – like a piece of meat. They laughed and joked all the while, and the bids slowly ticked up, up, up. And in the end, Kelly discovered she was only worth twenty-five hundred on the open market.

“Sold to Nas XXX,” Andre said.

Nas XXX stepped up and lifted her chin. He wasn’t one of the flamboyantly dressed, or well-suited pimps. Nope. Kelly’s new master and pimp was a very urban man, looking more like a gangbanger than a stereotypical Hollywood pimp. The pimp stood a good six-foot ten-inches, with broad muscular shoulders, and a mohawk. He wore a white “wife-beater” and jeans.

“That was a lot of money, ho,” Nas XXX said, his voice so deep it caused a reaction in her body. “You better earn it all back by the end of Sunday night, or I’m going to beat the bloody snot out of you. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“Swear to me,” Nas XXX demanded, squeezing her jaw until tears flowed. “Give me your sacred word of honor as a super heroine that you will do your very best, be absolutely loyal and obedient, and earn all my investment back this weekend. Swear it!”

“I-I swear! I promise I’ll do it,” she gasped out. “I’ll be good!”

Nas XXX released her jaw to palm the back of her head. He moved in close, staring down into her open, upturned face. His smile was cruel as he leaned over.

“Sealed with a kiss,” he said, and claimed her lips.

That kiss, and its ramifications left her head spinning, and mind in turmoil. Now she was committed to being that nasty pimp’s whore! She swore on her word of honor.

Oh my God, I’m so fucked now.

After the pimp paid Andre, Leon and Joe released her ankles from the display stand. Nas XXX grabbed Kelly around the waist, and lifted her straight up and off effortlessly. And then he threw the naked, handcuffed blonde over his shoulder and carried out into the night. 

He carried her to a car older than her, older than Nas XXX. Hell, it was probably older than her father. But it was fixed up nice, with a candy apple red paint job. Three other young black men dressed just like her pimp waited. And her new pimp sat in the back seat, with her on his lap.

Not a word was spoken. The driver took off immediately, heading for South Dallas. At the same time, Nas XXX decided it was time to sample his newest purchase. He smothered her tits with kisses, motorboated her perfect pair, while she writhed and gasped, eyes huge. Yeah, Nas XXX didn’t waste any time. He unzipped, pulled out his monster cock, and dropped her down upon it.

“Holy moly!” Kelly cried. The pimp grabbed her ass with both hands, and forced her to start sliding up and down his shaft, working himself in deeper and deeper. “Oooooh, lord. Oh my God.”

With her body already highly aroused before and during the auction, it didn’t take him long to push her over the top. Kelly felt that surge to climax hit hard and fast, and wash over her before she could prepare herself emotionally or mentally.

“Aaaaaggh!” she screamed. 

Nas XXX continued to fuck her all the way home. They arrived at an old wood frame house, that she learned was their clubhouse. What that meant wasn’t explained, but there were a dozen more young black men like the pimp. Kelly just assumed they were all part of a street gang.

And then they gangbanged her into la la land. They came and went so fast, Kelly didn’t even bother to count. They left her a gasping, writhing mess on the floor. And that’s when two other women came in. They half dragged Kelly into the bathroom, gave her a shower, and then made up her face and did her hair. Kelly was put in a bright red mini-dress, matching heels, and presented to Nas XXX.

Her job, duty, and responsibilities were explained. She only had to convince as many men as possible to fuck her for fifty dollars. Kelly had to take them to a certain motel where Nas XXX had a deal worked out with the owner, and then wheedle the men to buy more time, or other “extras” so she could maximize her profit. 

“Remember what happens if you fail to earn back your purchase price by the end of the weekend, ho.”

“Kelly. My name is Kelly, not ‘ho.’”

“Who cares,” he said, and backhanded her. “Get to work.”

Kelly had to work with a blonde named Gigi that first night. Every guy that Kelly managed to talk into hiring her got two girls for the price of one. Gigi helped her hone her wheedling skills. Oh, she had plenty of experience being a hooker, but inside a whore house. The streetwalking thing took some time getting used to. There was a whole lot of standing around talking to other working girls, while the tension built up within. She had a lot of money to earn, and a short time to get it.

Saturday started early. Nas XXX wasn’t happy about her first night’s take, especially after he subtracted Gigi’s share. So Kelly was walking the street by 9:30 AM, and working alone. Well, Nas XXX and his fellow gangbangers were all around watching her intently.

Saturday proved much better. Kelly earned over a thousand dollars. She had no idea how many men she took into that motel room to suck and fuck, but that still meant she had to score thirteen hundred dollars on Sunday. And Gigi said Sunday wasn’t nearly as good at Friday and Saturday.

Feeling the press of time, Kelly woke early. Unfortunately, the gangbanger that Nas XXX gave her to for the night wasn’t ready to release her. 

“Oh, baby, please. I have to go work,” she begged. 

He just flung the sheet off to reveal a big ole hard-on. Kelly’s breath whooshed out, she bit her lip, and nodded. Wrapping her hand around his long, thick shaft, she stroked him to rock hardness, and then swirled her tongue around the sensitive helmet head. He thrust his hips up, while pushing her head down.

“Suck it, babygirl.”

Kelly went down on him. She took his massiveness all the way to the back of her throat, and then started bobbing, sucking, stroking. Just trying to get him off as fast as possible. She licked and sucked on that big black cock like it was the sweetest lollypop. All the while, her shapely body trembled in need as her insides got fluttery hot and messy.

“Oh baby, baby,” Kelly whispered breathlessly. She straddled the gangbanger, and then impaled herself. “Ooooooh. God yes. Yes. YES!”

“Ride me like a cowgirl!” he cried, fondling her bouncing tits.

Her body wound up tighter and tighter, getting closer and closer to divine release. And then Nas XXX started shouting for her from the living room. Kelly started to panic. She had to get her lover off, and herself. She did not want to start her work day so damned frustrated!

Kelly bounced faster, squeezing her pussy as tightly around him as possible. That worked. It worked so good. Pushed her closer. Closer. And then…

“Aaaaggggh!” she cried, and felt him thrust up and release as well. “Oh baby, yes. Yes.”

After milking him for every drop, she rolled out of bed and darted into the bathroom. A quick shower, and then a squat on the pot, and she started working on her face and hair. More girls came in to get ready, too. They all fought for the one small mirror. But Kelly finished first, rushing back to get a dress and heels.

Wearing a white dress and red stilettos, she hit the early Sunday morning streets with a sassy strut. Nas XXX took his spot at the corner, with other members of the gang scattered up and down the street. Three gangbangers loitered in the motel’s courtyard.

“Here he comes,” Cindy whispered. The other six girls in their little group looked up the street. A big pearl white Lexus came rolling toward them. Kelly spotted a large, broad black man driving. He wore a dark blue sweat suit. “Reverent Michael Betty his own sinful self come to get his pre-sermon shot of ass.”

His Lexus rolled to a stop next to them. The passenger window rolled down and he leaned over, locking eyes with Kelly. 

“Hey, new girl,” he said. 

“Hey, big guy,” Kelly purred, sauntering over and leaning into the window. “Are you looking for a date, baby?”

“I am, if you aren’t too high maintenance. I’m a simple man of God,” he said. “What’s your name, sweetheart?

Kelly paused to look around the Lexus’ leather interior. That car cost more than her childhood home. 

“I’m Kelly,” she said. “And I’m a cheap date. Probably won’t cost you more than fifty.”

“Perfect. Get in.”

Kelly slipped inside, and he drove straight to the motel. 

“What’s your name, big guy?” she purred. She really just wanted to know if he lied.

“Big Mike,” he said. 

She didn’t have to tell him anything. Mike parked, went in and “rented” her room. Nas XXX got a kickback, while she used the same room every day, all day and night.

The motel room was a nice size, about twenty by ten, with a small bathroom and shower. No table, but there was a chest of drawers and a chair where her clients could change. 

Kelly got her money first thing. It’s what street whores did.

“So, Big Mike, you want to be on top?” she asked. He undressed quickly, not wearing anything under his sweat suit. “Or would you like me to ride you like only a bad girl can?”

Kelly pulled off her dress before pressing up against him, rubbing her tits against him. She wrapped her hand around his semi-erection, and started stroking. He began to swell in her hand immediately.

“You’re going to suck me, too, right?”

“First thing, Big Mike,” she purred. Kelly dropped to her knees, kissed the rubbery head of his dick, and then went down on him. Big Mike was to put it mildly, really big. Nothing small about that man. He barely fit in her mouth. “Mmmmgh.”

One hand stroked his shaft near the base, while she bobbed up and down the end. And then she raked long nails across his scrotum. Big Mike cried out, and flooded her mouth.

“Oh crap.”

Kelly swallowed, licked her lips, and stood up. “Well, that went well. Thanks, babe.”

The blonde teen started to get dress.

“What about my fuck?” Big Mike asked.

“Sweetie, you paid fifty dollars for me to get you off. It doesn’t matter if that is inside my pussy, or my mouth. When you come, we’re finished,” she said. “And you know it; otherwise, you wouldn’t have said ‘Oh crap’ when you creamed my mouth.”

He offered to pay for more time, but Kelly demanded more than he was willing to pay. So he stomped out with a promise to “never hire her again.”

“Hallelujah,” she replied.

The rest of her day and evening went without a hitch. Being the “new girl” on the street meant the regulars all wanted a piece of her sweet white ass. So, at 3 AM, Sunday night, Monday morning, Kelly handed Nas XXX $1375 cash.

“I earned the twenty-five hundred dollars I promised you,” she said.

“Nah. I’m fining you five hundred for your sass.”

“What?”

“Now I’m gonna whoop your ass, girl.”

Nas XXX tried to pimp slap her down, right there on the sidewalk. Kelly reacted instinctively, and blocked his slap. Oh, that pissed him off to no end. So the pimp took a swing at her face. Again, she blocked his punch.

And she responded with a swift kick to the nuts. Every gang member on that street came rushing towards her. Kelly panicked. And then a car rolled up to the curb.

“Hey, beautiful, you wanna date?”

He was a tall, lean black man. And he was clearly drunk. Stupid drunk if he couldn’t tell she was in the middle of a fight with her pimp. So she snatched the money back out of Nas XXX’s hand, and ran to the curb.

“Yes!” she cried, and quickly slipped into the car. “Go! Go! They have guns!”

“Fuck me!” he screamed, and hit the gas. 

The gangbangers didn’t have a car on the street. They had to run back to the club house two blocks away. By that time Kelly’s savior was well away, and she felt safe.

“Thank you, mister,” she said. “If you take me all the way to Taurus University, I’ll pay for the motel room and rock your world for the rest of the night.”