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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 11

Monday, 12:45 PM, two blocks south of Taurus University…

Tomboy raced up the residential street. She was barely a mile from campus, and taking way too long by her reckoning. Puritan messaged her just moments after Puma and Vixen robbed an armored car. She had been in class at the time, so slipped out, changed into Tomboy, and ran over as fast as she could.

The busty blonde slowed when she reached the retail area, and then noticed all the flashing red, blue, and white lights in a supermarket parking lot. She spotted the armored car in the middle of all the action. And then Puritan roared up on her badass motorcycle as Tomboy crossed the street. Tomboy reached her first.

“Thanks for calling me,” Tomboy said. “Have you learned any more details?”

“No problem, babe,” Puritan said, flashing a bright smile. “All I know is Vixen and Puma hit an armored car around 11:15 this morning with ten masked men, but we’re about to find out everything.”

Tomboy grimaced. Puma and Vixen had been turned by very bad men. She struggled to understand how those men could turn them so easily and quickly.

They strode toward the scene of the crime. Tomboy studied the armored car as they approached, all doors open, surrounded by cops from the city, county, and state. Super heroines were speaking to some senior officers.

“Oh my God, is that…”

“Lone Star, Lady Texas, and Texas Girl,” Puritan finished. “Yeah, it’s embarrassing to have Sisterhood heroines investigating captured and turned FEM Fighters.”

That dampened Tomboy’s enthusiasm. But still, heroines from the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines had actual natural super powers. They could FLY! They didn’t need a FEM Belt to amplify their physical strength.

They quickly joined the other super heroines. Lone Star gave her a curious look, while Lady Texas and her sidekick, Texas Girl, looked surprised.

“This is the new girl on the block?” Lady Texas asked, stepping up to shake Tomboy’s hand. The busty brunette stood a couple inches taller, not counting the stiletto heels. “Hi, I’m Lady Texas, and this is my apprentice, Texas Girl.”

The beautiful redheaded sidekick ignored Tomboy’s hand, and hugged her tightly. Texas Girl stood half a foot shorter than her mentor, but still looked Tomboy straight in the eyes thanks to her sky high heels.

“Hello, it’s an honor to meet you both,” Tomboy said.

“You’re kinda of twinsies,” Texas Girl said, indicating Tomboy’s and Lady Texas’ costumes.

Lady Texas wore a red halter top that tied off between her boobs, with long sleeves. White short-shorts and red lace-up knee boots finished off her costume. She accessorized with big silver “Texas Ranger” badge earrings and a blue mask. Meanwhile, Texas Girl wore a red, white, and blue Texas flag themed bikini costume, accessorizing with a red mask, white opera gloves, and blue thigh boots and choker.

“She’s right,” Lone Star said. “Tomboy looks like your sidekick, while Texas Girl’s theme makes her look more like my sidekick.”

“Um, we don’t like to be called sidekicks,” Texas Girl said. “We prefer apprentice-heroine.”

“So… What happened here?” Tomboy asked to change the subject.

“Our FEM Fighter sisters pounced as soon as the guard opened the armored truck. Puma waylaid the man standing guard, while Vixen took down the other guard,” Lady Texas said. “By that time, men wearing luchador masks drove up in a van and transferred all the cash over. The whole affair took less than five minutes.”

“How much did they get away with?” Puritan asked.

“This was the armored car’s last stop, so we think there was about fifty thousand in cash,” one of the cops said. He gave Gloriosa an unhappy look. “Puma and Vixen have definitely gone bad. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Tomboy cried. “They haven’t. They are being mind-controlled.”

Everyone stared at her.

“What evidence do you have to prove that?”

Tomboy saw the doubt in the senior cop’s eyes. The other cops mirrored his skepticism, while the other heroines’ expressions ranged from curious to hopeful.

“I was at the event where Vixen was captured,” she said. “In my everyday persona, I watched a thirty-something man go up for his meet, greet, and selfie, only he averted his eyes when he held up his phone. I saw Vixen’s expression go blank the second she looked at the phone, and then she obeyed his every command after that.”

“Not another hypno app!” Lone Star cried. “I hate those things. It should be a felony to even develop one.”

“At least we know what we’re dealing with,” Puritan said.

Though the cops remained skeptical, they weren’t as confident of the heroines’ guilt, either. The crime scene squad ran them all away shortly thereafter. The three Alpha Meta heroines just flew away. Tomboy watched them go with awe.

“Close your mouth,” Gloriosa said. She and Puritan giggled. “We can’t fly, and no good comes from dwelling on the fact.”

The busty Latina led Tomboy over to her bike, and dug into her saddlebags. She pulled out a wide belt with pouches along its length.

“This is for you. It’s a bunch of extra stuff I had laying around,” Gloriosa said. “Handcuffs, tracking devices, smoke bombs… You know, stuff you can use.”

“Oh my God, thank you,” Tomboy said, buckling it on to ride low around her hips. “I was thinking I needed to start carrying a little pack with useful things, but this is even better.”

Tomboy’s phone rang. She fished it out of her back pocket, noticing it was Chase calling. She apologized and stepped away from the others to take the call.

“Hey, baby.”

She glanced back at the FEM Fighters, who continued to discuss the problem at hand. Tomboy so wanted to be a part of that discussion! But there she was getting a call from her boyfriend in the middle of super heroine stuff. Yeah, her face heated up a little.

“Can I call you back?” she asked. “I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

“No,” he said. “Suck and fuck.”

“Oh!” she squeaked.

Her mind went still. Tomboy stood there, face blank, phone to ear. Waiting to be commanded.

“I want you now,” Chase said. “Change into garter belt and heels, and then come over to the house at 2369 Forrester Court. And hurry.”

Tomboy processed that a second. As soon as he spoke her mind started running a mile a minute, all focused on obeying and pleasing her boyfriend. Forrester Court was a side street over by the Greek houses. Not too far from her dorm, so something she could do quickly and easily for him.

“I’m on my way,” she said. After ending the call, she turned to the other heroines. “I’m sorry, I have to go. This is important.”

“Understood,” Gloriosa said, with Puritan nodding. “We have to maintain our personal lives, or we won’t have any heroine lives. We’ll talk to you later.”

She declined a ride home from Puritan, since she was only a mile from the dorm. Tomboy took off jogging, moving quickly and single-mindedly. Chase wanted her now. She had to obey and get there as quickly as she could, while arriving looking amazing for her boyfriend. So after she changed quickly at her daytime outdoor changing spot, transforming back into Kelly Kingsley in her mind, she continued to the dorm in a quick, purposeful walk.

Jester Dorm was a ghost town when she arrived, all the kids off in classes. She quickly reached her room, and stripped. Kelly pulled on a lacy garter belt first, and then medium dark hose. After attaching the garters, she pulled on a little black dress. Very short, with a plunging neckline. She accessorized with sparkly chandelier earrings, a bracelet, and strappy black stiletto pumps.

Her walk across campus proved amusing. So many guys did double-takes, and two young men ran straight into each other right next to her on the sidewalk.

Kelly found 2369 Forrester Court easily. It proved to be a three bedroom, two bath, two car garage brick home with mature hardwoods front and back. It looked very quaint and homey. She noticed cars filled the driveway, and sat lined up on the curb. Music drifted out to the street.

Party central, she thought as she walked up to the front door.

She knocked, but no one answered. It had to be the loud music, so Kelly tested the door. Unlocked. So she went in to find the music ten times louder, thumping against her breastbone. Nothing but college guys. No girls. And then she started to recognize some of the guys as football players, baseball players, and basketball players.

“Oh! Carrie!” she cried, spotting her girlfriend in the middle of the living room. And then she realized Carrie was naked, save for her red patent thigh boots. And the beautiful athlete was dancing for the guys. “Oh my.”

Carrie slanted a sexy look at her, and then a big smile spread across her face. The naked coed rushed up to Kelly, embraced and kissed her.

“Welcome to the party, Kel,” Carrie cried over the music.

Chase pressed up to their side. Kelly looked up and smiled at her boyfriend. He had a mercenary cast in his face, but leaned over and kissed her. His hand went up her skirt to ensure she was wearing a garter belt and hose, before he unzipped the dress.

“Take off the dress. After you and Carrie put on a hot and sexy lesbian show, you’ll be fucking all my friends,” he said.

“Anything you want, Chase,” Kelly and Carrie said in unison.

“Good girls,” he said, grinning. “Get started.”

While Chase returned to his spot on the couch, Carrie began kissing Kelly as she pulled off the blonde’s dress. They stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes, just holding each other, boobs rubbing, lips locked. They made out like love-starved minx, while college athletes surrounded them and stared.

Kelly kissed her way down to Carrie’s large, firm tits. She covered her girlfriend’s tits with kisses, before concentrating on one perky nipple. She sucked, nibbled, and otherwise tormented Carrie’s nip until the star softball player’s head started to loll around, soft gasps and moans escaping her full lips.

Carrie pushed down on Kelly’s head, so the blonde kissed her way down as she slowly dropped to her knees. Dropping to all fours, Kelly kissed and licked boot from pointy toe to sky-high stiletto, and then up, up, up. It didn’t take her long to work her way up to Carrie’s glistening wet pussy.

“Mmmmm,” Kelly moaned after that first lick, which lathed off a lot of cum. “I guess I’m not the first one between your legs today.”

“Nope,” she said, and giggled. “That’s Lamar Winters, Mike Carter, and James Williams. Enjoy.”

Kelly processed that. Lamar Winters was the football team’s star defensive end, Mike Carter was a sprinter on the track team, and James Williams was a senior and the starting forward on the basketball team. Didn’t matter. She ate Carrie out with gusto, swallowing all of that dribbling cum, until her girlfriend climaxed. And then collapsed next to her on the floor.

“Sixty-nine each other,” Chase called. “Kelly on top.”

The girls didn’t hesitate. Carrie rolled onto her back, and Kelly crawled above her. She started out by grinding her achy, tingly wet pussy into Carrie’s mouth.

“Eat me, baby,” Kelly purred. “Return the favor.”

Carrie attacked Kelly’s pussy and clit with enthusiasm, and quite a bit of talent. Kelly sat on her face for a few minutes, while alternating between fondling Carrie’s tits and her own tits. They guys started crying out in excitement, and the baseball team’s catcher rushed up and thrust his dick into Kelly’s mouth. She sucked him off really fast, and he flooded her mouth just as Carrie’s efforts succeeded in getting her off.

“Aaagggh. Oh. Oh!” Kelly cried. Then she lowered her face back between Carrie’s wide-spread knees and started licking, nibbling, and sucking. “Mmmmmgh.”

“Loosen up her asshole, Carrie,” Chase commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Carrie gasped out.

Kelly felt her girlfriend’s hot, wet tongue work its way up across her taint, and straight into her butt hole. Carrie reamed out the beautiful blonde’s ass with practiced ease, getting Kelly nice and loose. And just in time.

“Man, I can’t take it,” Wyatt Foreman growled.

The college hockey forward moved up behind Kelly, pushed Carrie’s head down, and guided his cock straight to the blonde’s puckered hole. Kelly felt a chill ripple up her spine, knowing what was about to happen. Knowing how intense it would be. And then he thrust.

“Ugggh,” Kelly grunted. That penetration was profound. Stretched her out to the max. “Ooooooh. Baby.”

Carrie returned her full erotic attention to Kelly’s clit, while Wyatt thrust and thrust and thrust, slowly forcing his way deeper and deeper. Kelly shook her head, crying out with every thrust. She felt her hot, oversexed body building to climax almost immediately. Looking up, she caught Chase’s eyes.

He looks so happy, she thought. And her body erupted with the most amazing pleasure. “Aaaagggh!”