Tomboy: The Big Leagues (Chapter 16) (Patreon)

Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 16

Tomboy walked at a pretty good pace. Growing up poor, she’d never had a bicycle or car, so she walked everywhere. Hell, a fifteen mile walk wasn’t the least bit daunting to her, though she hated how long it took. Unfortunately, she thought she’d spotted someone flying up and down the road, forcing her to walk well off the road, across rough country, deep in the night shadows to stay out of sight of Lone Star.

“Finally,” she whispered, stopping to study the old farmhouse.

It was a stereotypical farmhouse: two stories, painted white, with a porch out front. She didn’t even try to count all the cars and pickups parked in the gravel barnyard. The barn didn’t appear to have any paint left, looking dangerous and on the verge of tumbling down. Still, the double barn doors were open and there was a light inside.

She noticed the four FEM Fighter motorcycles parked in the barn.

Be strong, ladies, she thought. I’m coming.

Every window in the farmhouse was lit up. She’d heard rock and roll the music before she could see the house. Tomboy grimaced as she paused to stare at it, her mind filling with the scene they found when they tried to rescue Puma over near White Rock Lake.

Gloriosa had been under the Hypno Gang’s power for many hours. She didn’t even want to contemplate what they’d been doing to her in that time. Only now the Hypno Gang had four FEM Fighters and a Sisterhood heroine under their absolute control. The five super-model gorgeous, busty young women were eager to please in every way.

At least they will be distracted, she thought, shaking her head. So dispiriting, though.

Her head filled with memories of similar “parties” Jessica threw over the summer, where guys and girls passed Kelly around like a cheap whore. They used her ceaselessly, forcing her to do the most demeaning things. Mostly, though, she remembered Malik’s huge cock plowing into her two, three, five times a day.

I have to stop thinking about last summer, she thought, now all hot, tingling, and horny. Panting lightly, she massaged her temples and struggled to purge her mind of all that debauchery. I’m a super heroine now. I’m above such salacious… Oh.

He remembered how she’d spent the last weekend. That never-ending orgy had pushed Kelly to her limits. How did she allow herself to fall back into that wicked lifestyle?

Then headlights came over the hill, so she scrambled into the shadows to watch it pass, but the pickup turned onto the farm’s drive. She watched it park out front, and two big men hurried inside.

“Two more guys to fight,” she grumbled, starting up the drive. “It just keeps getting better and better.”

She wondered if all those men at the White Rock house party, and at the farmhouse tonight, were all members of the Hypno Gang, or just friends come to party with them. Either way, they were very bad men and deserved going to jail.

Tomboy slowed as she closed with the house. Her sharp eyes searched the night shadows, looking for any guards. Looking for anyone out smoking or enjoying some fresh air. She didn’t find anyone, so eased up close to the house. And then she peeked inside a window.

Her breath whooshed out. “Oh my.”

Once again, there were a lot of men at the party. And more girls, too. She spotted three topless beauties that vaguely looked familiar, being kissed and fondled while they squealed and giggled with glee. The rest of the women were hypnotized super heroines.

Her eyes locked on Gloriosa immediately, since she was in the center of the room. Old Man Edwards was sitting in the middle of a couch, with Gloriosa impaled upon his cock and bouncing up and down with enthusiasm.

“Oh no. So wrong.”

Looking past them, Tomboy spotted Vixen and Puritan going after each other like horny minx, while lusty-eyed men watched and encouraged them.

Puma danced atop the kitchen island in nothing but boots and gloves. While Carrie knelt between two large men and sucked their dicks, going back and forth between them.

“Wait. What?” she gasped. “What’s Carrie doing here?”

Her girlfriend was naked, save for a pair of red strappy pumps and big hoop earrings. Tomboy’s heart raced a thousand miles an hour as she gawked at the busty brunette swallowed a long, thick cock until her lips wrapped around the base, sucked it a long moment, and pulled off. She turned her head, and promptly swallowed the other cock until her lips wrapped around the base. Carrie knelt facing her window, spectacular body shiny with sweat and nipples erect and hard. Yeah, Carrie was quite aroused.

Tomboy struggled to breathe, remembering watching Carrie do that very same time countless times when Chase took them to orgies. How many times did she do the exact same sex act? And loved doing it just as much as Carrie. All for Chase.

Chase. Where’s Chase?

Looking around, it took a moment before she spotted her tall, handsome boyfriend in the far corner with a hot redhead. His jeans were down around his ankles, while he sat in a chair and the redhead knelt before him and sucked his dick. Her jaw dropped when she realized the redhead was none other than Texas Girl, Lady Texas’ sidekick. When was she captured?

What’s Chase doing here? Why would he bring Carrie to evil men like these?

She remembered earlier when he called her so insistently. Was he calling her to come join them at that most insidious party? Of course he was!

Why would he do this to us? We love him!

Chase’s eyes closed, while he palmed the back of Texas Girl’s head, forcing her all the way down his cock. Tomboy’s throat tightened, knowing he was releasing his lust down her throat. For a second, she wished it was her sucking his dick, and then she remembered the circumstances.

“Is Chase a member of the Hypno Gang, or just a friend?”

Motion to the right pulled her eyes over to watch a big black guy impale Vixen’s ass. A looked of shocked astonishment spread across the beautiful FEM Fighter’s face, which quickly turned to utter bliss. Puritan was half a room away now, getting spit-roasted by two men.

Puma squealed loudly when a man pulled her off the island. He quickly bent her over a chair, grabbed a fistful of hair, and started spanking her sweetly rounded butt while other men shouted encouragement. Tomboy’s breath caught when he finally shifted up behind her, and thrust deep inside. Puma’s back bowed, her thigh-booted feet kicking, while he fucked her like a wild man.

And then Old Man Edwards came inside Gloriosa, and she was yanked off him and forced between two of the old man’s sons. Tomboy’s eyes were huge, mouth open, as she watched one son start fucking the busty Latina’s ass, and then the other fuck her pussy. Gloriosa was sandwiched between them, with her yellow-booted feet over the one guy’s shoulders.

Chase got Tomboy’s attention when he pulled out his phone, and showed the screen to Texas Girl. The beautiful teen nodded, stood up, and struck a sexy strut straight over to Carrie, and started making out with the brunette. Chase laughed when the two men Carrie had been sucking cried out in anger and frustration.

Tomboy thought of all the things she and Carrie did for Chase. Most of them sexual. Hell, their entire relationship was nothing but the wildest, wickedest sex. Plus, he frequently gave them to other men.

“Oh my God, Chase is a member of the Hypno Gang,” she whispered, her whole world in chaos. Tomboy almost swooned, but she clamped down on her raging emotions. “He’s been using us in the worst way imaginable. Carrie and I are nothing but sex slaves to him. Fuck toys.”

All she wanted to do was run away. Escape the cold, hard truth before her. Yet, she still wanted to please Chase. Tomboy recognized it as his mind control of her, but his controlling commands of her and Carrie were obviously different from those used on the captured heroines.

She watched Carrie making out with Texas Girl, and then looked at Chase with new eyes.

“I’m so stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Yes you are,” Lone Star said from behind her.

Tomboy’s breath caught as cold fear washed through her. She slowly turned her head to find the gorgeous super heroine standing in a classic pose behind her. Lone Star looked very pleased, and very smug.

Fury erupted deep within. Lone Star captured Gloriosa! It was her fault. So Tomboy charged her, bat high to strike the busty beauty. But Lone Star barely reacted. She extended a hand out and made a grasping gesture.

“What the hell?” Tomboy cried when some invisible force seized her.

The rogue heroine was lifted off the ground, and hurled into a nearby tree. She struck full-length. Tomboy lost her bat, and no longer knew up from down. The darkness threatened, creeping in around the edges, while she fought with all her strength to remain conscious.

“Still with us?” Lone Star asked merrily. “Then…”

Tomboy was hurled back against the side of the house. The back of her head bounced off the siding, black and white starbursts filling her vision. And then the darkness sucked her down.