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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 7

Monday night…

Tomboy’s phone dinged. A new text message, probably. She quickly pulled the phone out of its pouch as she melted deeper into the shadows. The screen lit up her masked face.

“It’s from Gloriosa,” she whispered, a thrill rippling up her spine. “They are taking me seriously.”

As soon as she’d gotten home after escaping last night, Kelly quickly logged into the FEM Fighter website and reported Puma’s capture. She’d been waiting for an e-mail or phone call all day. Paying attention in her classes had proved impossible. All she did was wonder why the FEM Fighters weren’t contacting her. By sundown, Kelly was convinced they didn’t believe her, so she suited up and went on patrol.

She was really feeling the loss of her baseball bat. I need to buy another as soon as I have enough cash.

If she ran across one of the FEM Fighters or a Sisterhood heroine, no matter who it was, Tomboy was determined to convince her that Puma was indeed captured and in extreme danger. This was her chance.

Gloriosa’s message was short and simple: can u talk?

She replied: yes. txt or n-person

The reply came quickly: meet me at corner of harry hines and mockingbird

Tomboy groaned. So embarrassing. She typed: sorry no wheels

Okay, and she’d never heard of any street called “Harry Hines,” but she knew about Mockingbird Lane. Still, she had no idea how far away Gloriosa wanted her to travel. For all she knew, Harry Hines was three blocks over.

Gloriosa’s reply made her face flame up: seriously

yep

It was a long moment before the local FEM Fighters’ leader responded. Tell me where to meet u?

Tomboy realized she only knew the name of Konner Avenue. The Strip had an actual name, but she never bothered to learn it. So she replied with: konner ave one block north of the strip

on the way

Tomboy was only two blocks away, so hurried over. If she wound up late after an exchange like that, she’d die of embarrassment on the spot. Good thing she hurried, because a racing bike came speeding up just as she arrived. Only, it wasn’t Gloriosa.

“Hi, Vixen,” Tomboy said.

The busty Asian just regarded her curiously for a long moment. Then another motorcycle raced up. Puritan stopped next to Vixen, and both FEM Fighters stared at Tomboy.

“Heeey, Puritan,” Tomboy said with far less enthusiasm. Fortunately, Gloriosa roared up on her bike a moment later. “Hi, Gloriosa.”

“You left a message on our website,” Gloriosa said without preamble. “A very disturbing message, at that. Puma’s been captured. Explain.”

“Haven’t you tried to contact her?” Tomboy asked.

“Constantly, from the moment you left the message,” Gloriosa said. “She answered at first, but with vague non-committal answers. Around ten this morning she stopped responding.”

“And her phone’s GPS was turned off,” Vixen said, “So we can’t track her.”

“All against SOP,” Puritan said. “That being said, her private life is hers alone. We have no right to seek her out and pry. But if she’s been captured…”

“Do you have proof Puma was captured?” Gloriosa asked.

“Yes! I was captured with her,” Tomboy cried.

Tomboy spent the next few minutes telling of the fight with the kidnappers, and their capture. She even admitted they’d lost because she had no defense against guns. The FEM Fighters sat on their bikes and stared at her, giving her some amazing resting bitch face expressions. Tomboy started to worry that she was digging herself deeper with every word.

“So you were both captured?” Gloriosa said.

“Yes. Friday night.”

The gorgeous Latina frowned at her. “Yet, you’re here with us? How did you escape, and without Puma?”

“I didn’t have a FEM Belt or Power Bracers, so they wrote me off,” Tomboy said. “Sold me to a pimp. I escaped early this morning.”

“The pimp had you for three days?” Vixen asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” she replied, grimacing. “It’s exactly what you think. Don’t ask.”

“And yet you’re not a blubbering basket case,” Puritan said. “Most women would be devastated, and many in the hospital. You stand before us like…”

“A super heroine,” Vixen finished in a whisper.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Gloriosa snapped. “What do you mean they wrote you off because you did not have a FEM Belt and Power Bracers? Did I hear that right?”

“You did, Gloriosa,” Tomboy said. “One of them, I think Leon or Joe. I can’t recall now, tried to kill me because I didn’t have them. He said I was useless to them without a FEM Belt and Power Bracers. And I was told that again when they auctioned me off to those pimps.”

“Where did they take Puma?” Puritan asked.

“I don’t know. We were both chloroformed,” she said, making all three heroines cringe. “I woke up at the auction site. They impaled me on this… Thing. It was…”

“Yeah yeah,” Gloriosa said. “Trust me, I know how bad it must’ve been, but I think Puma’s fate is of more concern right now. Leon. Joe. Those names are a dime a dozen. Anyone else?”

“Andre,” Tomboy said. “He was a big black guy, and I think their leader. They sold me to a pimp called Nas XXX.”

“Andre? God, I know of threevery bad men named Andre, and all three are black,” Gloriosa said. “Crap! We need a last name. No? Crap.”

“I know Nas XXX,” Puritan said with a grimace. “He was the pimp that bought me last January when I was captured.” She looked at Tomboy sympathetically. “They managed to control and pimp me off for four, almost fivemonths before Lady Texas and Texas Girl descended up the gang and put most of them in the hospital. So, escaping after three nights speaks well of you, Tomboy.”

“I think we need to pay Lil Nasy a visit,” Vixen said.

“Ha! Lil Nasy! He’ll love that! Not,” Puritan cried. She patted the seat behind her. “You can ride with me, Tomboy.”

Tomboy almost cried out in joy at those six wonderful words. She mounted up behind Puritan in a flash, leaning in and wrapping her arms around the FEM Fighter nice and tight. Puritan’s body felt supremely athletic, with amazingly toned abs. She found her face buried in a lion’s mane of fire-red hair, smelling so sweet and flowery.

And then all three powerful racing bikes roared alive. The FEM Fighters shot out of there like heat-seeking missiles. Gloriosa led the way, taking them over to Central Expressway, and then southward past downtown. When they passed downtown, Puritan sped up and took the lead. And after crossing the Trinity River, they left the highway and plunged into South Dallas.

They passed through Hispanic and African-American neighborhoods, several of which had men loitering and staring coldly at them. The FEM Fighters pointedly ignored the hostile stares, but it creeped the hell out of Tomboy. And then they passed into an older neighborhood, with large hardwoods in the yards and older homes, many in disrepair, surrounding them.

A few minutes later they reached a retail district, and Tomboy recognized the street. The very street Nas XXX had forced her to prostitute herself for three nights. Working girls still strutted around, many Tomboy knew by name. Tomboy quickly picked up familiar gang members up and down the street.

“There’s Nas XXX,” Puritan said, pointing. “Let’s get him!”

Puritan hit the gas. Three brightly-colored racing bikes and heroines charged up to the pimp and hit their brakes at the last second. Vixen was off and kicking the shit out of Nas XXX before anyone else even dismounted. Puritan and Tomboy slammed into him a few seconds later.

More gang members charged in. Tomboy, Gloriosa, and Vixen peeled off from kicking Nas XXX’s butt to fight his backup. It quickly became a stalemate, and then one of the gangbangers pulled a pistol.

“Gun!” Gloriosa cried.

Vixen body-checked Tomboy behind Gloriosa, then reached over to her left Power Bracer and pressed the red button. A force shield popped up to protect them. At the same time, Gloriosa reached over to her right bracer, pointed her fist at the gunman, and pressed the red button. A stun beam the size of her fist hit him square in the chest. The gunman cried out, threw his arms wide, and collapsed boneless. She then started stunning one gangbanger after another, until the rest broke and ran away.

“Whew!” Gloriosa said, huffing and puffing. “I was starting to see the darkness closing in.”

“You take too many chances, babe,” Vixen said. “We should’ve switched out.”

Tomboy noticed both women were drenched in sweat and flushed. They looked downright exhausted, especially Gloriosa. But they sucked it up and ran over to Puritan.

The redhead stood over Nas XXX, who lay doubled up at her booted feet. The pimp was still healthy enough to be cussing a storm. He tried to kick her, but Puritan proved faster. She hit him with a fresh stun beam.

“Aaaiiieee,” Nas XXX screamed. “Bitch, I am going to CRUSH your ugly face!”

“Listen up, moron. You bought a newbie heroine Friday,” Gloriosa said in a commanding voice. “Tell us who sold her to you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Cut his pants off,” Gloriosa said.

“What the fuck?” he said. “You just here for some dick?”

“I appreciate the offer, dumbfuck, but I intend to send a bolt of pure fiery energy up your nasty poop chute,” she sneered. “Believe me, after we fry your colon, you will sing like the sweetest songbird.”

Nas XXX started kicking all around, determined to get away. The heroines quickly surrounded him. Vixen aimed her right arm at him.

“I’ll stun him unconscious, and then we get to pull his pants down,” Vixen said. “We’ll fry his asshole when he wakes up. The whole street can watch what we do to him.”

“Stop! Wait,” he cried. “What is it you want?”

“Who sold you the sex slave last Friday night?” Tomboy demanded. He did a double-take on her, eyes narrowing. “Tell us now, or else.”

“Okay. I will. Just let me stand up.” They didn’t. “Okay. Okay. It’s like this. Andre called and said he had some smokin’ hot pussy for sale. Cheap. I got a time and address, and went over. I won the auction and got a big-titted blonde bimbo. Andre said she was a heroine, but I ain’t never heard of her. Don’t even remember if she had a proper handle.”

“What’s Andre’s last name?” Gloriosa demanded.

“Garrett.”

“Andre Garrett? Jeeze,” Vixen cried. “That sleazeball is out of prison? Where can we find him?”

Nas XXX hesitated, “I don’t know. That’s all I know.”

“Oh man,” Puritan said, rolling her eyes. “He lied to us. Oh my God. Let me punish him, Gloriosa. I’m going to fry his testies. Turn them into raisins.”

“White Rock! Andre is over in White Rock,” Nas XXX cried. He gave an address that meant nothing to Tomboy, but didn’t seem to surprise any of the FEM Fighters. Or they just had better poker faces. “Truth, girl! I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Stupid pimp. You live on lies,” Puritan snarled.

“What’s up with that?” he said, frowning. “I always treated you well.”

Puritan cried out and zapped him. Nas XXX was out cold in a second, though his body continued to twitch a long moment after she let up.

“Don’t waste your life energy like that,” Gloriosa scolded her. “We still have a big fight ahead of us tonight.” She looked disapprovingly at Tomboy’s waist and forearms. “We need to drop you off back where we picked you up. This won’t be safe for an unprotected rogue heroine.”

“No! I have rights,” Tomboy cried. “They beat me, fucked me, and sold me to that nasty ass pimp! Do you know the kind of things they did to me? Nas XXX did to me? Things I had to do for guys paying me? Those sons of bitches owe me! Owe me big time. And I can’t rest until Puma is rescued and safe.”

A long silence fell. The three veteran heroines looked straight at Tomboy, until she started feeling a cold sweat slide down her neck. Then…

“I like her,” Puritan said.

Vixen shrugged, so Gloriosa relented. Tomboy mounted up behind Puritan and they took off back to the north. All that driving around Dallas drove home to Tomboy just how little she knew of Dallas. She could drive across it, north to south, in about an hour, but there were a lot of streets and districts and neighborhoods packed inside.

I really have to find a way to buy some wheels.

They turned eastward off Central Expressway onto Northwest Highway. But it was just a wide thoroughfare, not a full-blown a highway. Not that Tomboy could see, anyway. After all, they were constantly stopped by red lights. Who put stoplights on highways? Texas?

Soon enough a small lake appeared. White Rock Lake. The FEM Fighters turned onto a side street. They slowed considerably, making her wonder if they really knew where they were going. But a few minutes later they came to a stop in front of a dark house.

“This is the house with Puma?”

“No,” Puritan said. “We’re parking two blocks over so they don’t see or hear us coming.”

Gloriosa led the way between the houses. She found several houses without fenced backyards, which wasn’t easy. Texans loved their fences. Their passage did rile up a few barking dogs, one of which sounded very big, very vicious.

The bad guys’ house proved to be a white stone two-story. Lots of mature trees in the yard, and along the street. The heroines slipped through the night shadows soundlessly, stealthily. The suspect house was lit up, with the sound of rap music bleeding out to the street. It sounded like they were having a party. Indeed, a dozen cars and pickups were parked on the street in front of the house. Of course, some of them probably belonged to the other houses.

“Check the windows and doors. Just see if anything’s unlocked. Don’t enter yet,” Gloriosa said. “Also, let’s try to see what’s going down inside before we burst in.”

They split up. Gloriosa and Vixen went left, Tomboy and Puritan went right. Tomboy carefully checked the front door. Locked. Then she and Puritan headed around the house, checking windows and finding all the curtains open. Windows were all locked, though.

Big, dangerous looking men were inside drinking and laughing. They were all wearing t-shirts and jeans. Tomboy soon spotted Joe in the living room. No women to be seen.

“What about the basement?” Tomboy whispered.

“Sweetie, this is Texas. We don’t do basements.”

That was odd. Jester dorm had multiple levels of basement parking. Most of the buildings on campus had a basement, in fact. And, she’d been to a party at a sorority house that had a basement. Maybe basements were exclusive to the really big structures?

Shrugging, Tomboy checked the last window on their side of the house. It was locked, but the curtains were wide open. It gave her a perfect view into a family room. Her eyes were drawn to the gourmet kitchen on the far wall. White shaker cabinets, marble countertops, and a giant island.

Puma was atop that island wearing nothing but her mask and thigh boots. She straddled Leon, bouncing up and down his erection. At the same time, Andre pressed up behind the captured heroine and reamed out her butt with considerable enthusiasm. If that wasn’t enough, a third man knelt right next to her atop the island while she sucked him off.

“Oh my God,” Puritan whispered, voice suddenly raspy. “Three-on-one gangbangs like that always, always, break me.”

Jessica had forced Kelly to do that very sex act many times. It was uber intense, sure, but never broke her or anything. And then it registered.

Gangbang? Oh shit! ALL of them are taking her like that?

Puritan’s phone vibrated. She started typing on the screen. “It’s Gloriosa. They are on the other side, watching the exact same thing.” She spent another moment silently messaging back and forth with the other heroine. “Come, she wants us to kick in the front door and charge inside. She and Vixen will go in the back.”

They hurried back to the front door, got a running start side-by-side, and put all the force they had into kicking that door. First kick shattered the door, breaking the jamb as well. They were in, raising cries of surprise all over. The bad guys reached for their guns, but Puritan zapped them in quick order, while Tomboy continued toward the back and the explosive chaos that had erupted there. Men quickly appeared before her, swinging big fists at her face.

“Puritan!” she cried, kicking up and around to sweep that first punch away safely. Tomboy spun into a vicious kick to the attacker’s head, and then moved forward to the next foe. “Get Puma! Someone grab Puma!”

“You!”

Tomboy froze. It was Leon. Her blood ran cold, eyes narrowing. He snarled, and charged her. Tomboy charged him right back. She leapt up into a flying roundhouse at the last moment, and caught him on the jaw. But he was swinging, too, and pounded a fist into her ribs. Pain lanced straight into her core, paralyzing her for a brief second.

Her hand went straight to a pouch. A baseball rolled into her palm. Not a softball. A hardball. As Leon recovered and turned back on her, Tomboy wound up and threw a fastball straight into his nose.

Leon fell straight back, out cold.

Tomboy got another baseball, and sent it flying into the nuts of another bad guy. Gloriosa threw Andre through a window at that same time, while Vixen and Puritan used fists, feet, and Power Bracers to put one stinking criminal after another down for the count.

We’re winning! Fighting the good fight and…

That was when Puma charged back in. Tomboy had never noticed her leaving the family room. The captured heroine remained naked, big firm boobs jostling enticingly. But now she wore her FEM Belt and Power Bracers. And she zapped Gloriosa right off. Gloriosa!

“Leave us along, you stupid bimbos!” Puma shouted.

Vixen got her shield up just in the nick of time, because Puma tried to stun her next. Both women screamed as if in agony as Puma’s stun beam sizzled against Vixen’s energy shield. Puritan started screaming at her to stop. And then both women dropped to their knees, and Tomboy realized they were being sucked dry of life energy. The perilous toll that their FEM Fighter armaments demanded by design.

Could they die?

With a silent apology, Tomboy pulled out another baseball, wound up, and threw it straight into Puma’s right tit. The FEM Fighter cried out and fell to the side, her stunner cut off. Vixen’s own shield vanished, and she collapsed gasping for air, clawing at the floor with gloved hands. And then Joe came up and sucker-punched Puritan while she was distracted.

“No!” Tomboy screamed, and threw another baseball at Joe. He ducked, but the ball still hit him above the left eye. Not a solid hit, so he staggered away. “Coward!”

Tomboy went after the remaining bad guys. Most had vanished in the chaos. Puritan recovered quickly, and joined her. They had to settle for chasing them away. Barely a victory was better than a loss.

Unfortunately, Puma slipped away as well.

“Why did Puma go with them?” Tomboy asked.

“They must’ve brainwashed her,” Gloriosa said.

The FEM Fighters recovered remarkably fast. They looked fresh, while Tomboy began to feel the injuries. How many times was she punched in the ribs? She ached all over.

“I can’t imagine they went through all the effort of chasing her down, capturing and brainwashing Puma, just to use her in sex parties,” Vixen said. “They have other plans for her. I have a bad feeling about this.”