Tomboy: The Big Leagues (Chapter 17) (Patreon)

Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 17

“Ugh!” Tomboy grunted when she hit the floor.

For a second, the beautiful blonde didn’t know where she was, or why she ached all over. Then she remembered the fight with Lone Star.

Fight? Right, she thought. She handled me like a newborn kitten.

And then she remembered exactly where she was at the time. Farmhouse. Hypno Gang. And now she was inside on a cold, hardwood floor.

Lifting her head, Tomboy looked around at all the grinning faces. Even the other heroines looked happy to see her. And then her bat clattered to the floor over in the corner, before Andre loomed over her, completely naked.

She averted her eyes from his rock hard erection. Why was he stroking it?

“Thanks for coming to the party, Tomboy,” Andre sneered. He grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair, hauling her up onto her knees. “You saved us a lot of effort hunting you down.”

Tomboy swallowed hard, cutting her eyes over to her bat. She noticed Lone Star smile and bite her lip. Did the Sisterhood heroine really want her to try for the bat? Was Lone Star taunting her? Why? So she could beat her down again?

What have they done to you, Lone Star?

“Forget the bat, babygirl,” Andre said, and rubbed his dick in her face. “Pay attention to me.”

She did return her full attention to the leader of the gang. His cock pointed straight at her face, a fraction of an inch away from her slightly parted lips. Even scarier, his phone was in his left hand. For a second she couldn’t breathe, and could barely think. Was she about to become one of the gang’s hypno slaves? Since she didn’t have any super powers, they’d probably just use her for sex. Or sell her again.

Her eyes shifted to his large, hairy balls. The heroine’s hands slowly curled into fists, and a desire to fight welled up within. She had no hope of fighting free, but Tomboy didn’t want to go down without a fight, either.

“If you even try it, Tomboy, I’ll break every bone in your body. Wait for you to heal, and then break them all again,” Andre snarled. He lifted his cock high and out of the way. “Kiss them.”

Tomboy’s jaw dropped. She gawked up at him. It wasn’t going well.

She sucked in a deep breath, gave a brief node, and licked her lips. The last thing the blonde beauty wanted to do was give the bad guys any pleasure. Yet…

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his left testicle. Her eyes lifted to catch and hold his. Andre looked pleased, in an evil way. So she let the kiss linger a few seconds, before repeating with the right. Then he quirked a brow, her breath rushed out, and cold washed through her shapely body.

Tomboy began licking. The man’s nuts were a lot hairier than she originally realized. She didn’t think he’d ever trimmed that bush back. Worse, the taste and stench of sex and urine was gagging. But she soldiered on, kissing, licking, and soon sucking on his huge balls. She didn’t stop until he dropped his erection onto her upturned face.

She saw it in his eyes. Her throat tightened at the prospect, but knew it was inevitable. Still, she showed him her heart by glaring daggers.

Opening wide, Tomboy slowly swallowed his cock. She expected him to take control, seize the back of her head and force her up and down his dick at his preferred pace. Instead, he made her do all the work. Made her perform for him.

I’m going to break his fucking neck!

Tomboy felt his cock swell in her mouth. His breathing came quicker, shallower. So she pulled back and gave him intense head. Yeah, she just wanted to get it over with. And it ended, with a mouthful of hot, thick cum.

“Swallow.”

She obeyed, face heating up at the same time. It was the command. Tomboy never spit out cum. Swallowing was part of it, at least in her mind. But a bad guy commanded her to swallow, and that made it wrong. She hated how she had to obey.

Lone Star moved up close, and presented her right foot. “Lick it real pretty, Tomboy.”

Tomboy gawked up at her, before shifting to all fours and lowering her lips to the toe of that boot. She gave the shiny red patent leather a lick from pointy toe to ankle. And then another lick along the side of the instep. Her hands started fondling Lone Star’s booted foot, while she kissed, licked, and nuzzled it toe to heel. Soon, soft moans and groans began bubbling out of the vanquished beauty.

It brought back erotic memories of a misspend summer best forgotten. In no time flat, Tomboy felt her insides melt and her libido fire up red hot.

Panting, all hot and tingly, Tomboy glanced around at all of the eager eyes. Orgies and gangbangs were always so stressful, but she’d survived more than she could count. And what else could she do? They overwhelmingly outnumbered her, not even counting the six super heroines under their absolute control. And then she spotted Carrie through the crowd.

Carrie lay back on the floor, legs spread wide, while one of the Edwards boys humped away atop her. Her head was rocking, tiny sounds of pleasure coming out. How many men had she already fucked that evening? Five? Ten? All of them? And the party was just getting started.

“Work your way up, Tomboy,” Lone Star said, and yanked her leotard to the side to expose her pussy.

The eighteen year old blonde had no options. She continued licking her way slowly up Lone Star’s thigh boot. The boot stopped mid-thigh, whereupon Tomboy kissed, nibbled, and licked silky flesh the rest of the way to her groin.

Tomboy found Lone Star Brazilian waxed smooth. She started with a deep, tongue-kiss of the other heroine’s hot, wet pussy, before Lone Star ground her sex into the blonde’s mouth. So the captured heroine ate pussy, and quickly had Lone Star gasping and trembling. The Sisterhood heroine’s head started to loll around, while her legs locked straight and her back bowed. Lone Star buried both hands deep into Tomboy’s blonde hair, holding on tightly.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that,” Lone Star gasped out. Her eyes popped open, staring into space. “YES! Aaaaaagggh!”

A pair of men grabbed Lone Star and dragged the climaxing brunette away. Tomboy sat back on her legs and watched them quickly strip off her leotard, force her to all fours, and then spit-roast the once powerful heroine. Despite how she treated her, Tomboy cringed when one of the guys thrust up Lone Star’s butt, while the other shoved it all the way down her throat. The dark-haired beauty took it without protest, and even looked like she was totally into it.

Of course she’s into all of the sexual use and abuse, Tomboy thought bitterly. Chase used the hypno app on Carrie and me, and I’ve been nothing but eager to please ever since.

There did seem to be a difference between Chase’s commands to control her and Carrie, and what the gang used to control the heroines. Or were the other heroines also able to understand how the men controlled them, and just didn’t care? Or did the men order them to not care?

I liked it better when I thought it was all love.

Her eyes welled up with tears when she looked at Carrie again. The softball star was now face down on the floor, spread-eagle, while some guy reamed out her ass. Even knowing all of their love was a lie, forced upon them via hypnotic suggestion, it still broke her heart. She longed to save Carrie, protect her, but she couldn’t even save herself.

“Hey, bitch, remember me?”

She did. The man had a bandaged hand wrapped up tight, but obviously not seen by a doctor yet. Tomboy smiled, hoping it throbbed in agony constantly.

“Yeah, I batted your fist like a fast ball, right over center field,” she said. “Bet it hurts.”

“It does, but don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling out his cock. He forced her to roll onto all fours. “I’m about to get my pound of flesh out of your ass.”

Tomboy rose up on her knees when he grabbed her hips from behind, and she felt his erection start to probe her butt crack. A vision of smashing her elbow back into his jaw, hopefully breaking it, flashed through her mind. But then Andre stepped up before her.

“Another blowjob already?”

He just grinned. “Better.”

The Edwards boy pressed hard against her puckered anus, and thrust hard.

“Uggh!”

He thrust again.

“Ugggh!”

“Good job, Dave,” Andre said. “Tomboy felt that profoundly.”

“Fuck…you,” she gasped out in sync with Dave’s deep thrusts.

“Dave, hold her wrists back while you sodomize her ass,” Andre commanded. The Edwards boy pulled her wrists back, crossed them, and tightly held them in place, while never missing a stroke up her ass. “Perfect. She looks utterly helpless and pathetic now. In other words, she looks perfect.”

Tomboy stared up at Andre, a look of astonishment on her face. Getting butt-fucked always blew her mind. He looked pleased with her, too. But really, it was hard to think about anything but that cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. Waves of pleasure washed through her with every thrust. Soon, tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of slack lips.

Andre reached down to her face. He lifted her chin, before tracing her lips with his thumb. And then cupped her cheek, before he dug a finger under her mask. The gang’s leader had her mask peeling off before she realized what he was doing.

“Such a pretty face,” he sneered. “Now I’ve freed it for the world to see.”

“Hey!” Chase cried from across the room. He came rushing up. “What the fuck, man? That’s Kelly Kingsley, my other girlfriend.”

Tomboy stared up at them, huffing and puffing from the reaming out Dave was handing out. Her body was singing, slowly rising to another climax. Part of her wanted it so badly, but another wanted to deny them the satisfaction of forcing her to climax.

Chase looked surprised, happy, and a little angry all at the same time. The anger pleased her. Then Dave reached around with his one good hand to fondle her tits and she forgot the other men for a moment.

“This is the blonde you’ve been telling us about?” Andre said. “Well I’ll be damned. No wonder she wasn’t answering your calls earlier.”

“Why, Chase?” she gasped out, voice choking up. Anger welled up within. Why am I getting emotional over that dirtbag?

Dave started pounding even harder and faster. His cock swelled up inside her. Knowing he was about to pop proved too much for her libido. Tomboy lost it. Intense pleasure erupted inside, radiating throughout her shapely, sweat-shiny body.

“Aaaagggh! Oh God. Oh God.” And then Dave came deep inside her. “Not again… Aaaaggggh!”

Chase bent over to whisper in her ear, “Having fun, Kelly? Ha! You should be used to it by now. I’ve been preparing you and Carrie for this.”

“You’re a pig,” she whispered breathlessly.

“I know,” he said, grinning wickedly. “I’ve already sold both you and Carrie to pimps.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I sold Carrie to a pimp named Nas XXX, and you to another pimp named Lil Dog,” Chase said. “So enjoy. Maybe have one last fling with Carrie, before I completely destroy that bitch’s life.”

“Why do you hate us so much? Carrie’s never done anything but love you.”

“Only because I hypnotized the bitch,” he snarled. “The bitch stole my spotlight. She upstaged me so many times I… Doesn’t matter. She’s getting her just reward – Her life destroyed and self-esteem crushed as a skanky whore.” He paused, looking pleased with himself. “As for you? You’re just pretty, so icing on the cake.”

He blames his failure as an athlete on Carrie?Tomboy thought. And I’m just ‘icing on the cake’ of his revenge? He thinks nothing of destroying our lives like that?

Tomboy surged up and off Dave’s cock, bringing her knee up into Chase’s chin. He head snapped back. The heroine spun, pounding a foot into Andre’s still smirking face. Chase went down, and out, but Andre scrambled to his feet with a cry of rage. She pressed her attack, and as soon as the big black man turned on her, Tomboy snapped a foot up between his legs and crushed his exposed balls.

Andre screamed like a girl, before collapsing to his knees. Tomboy put him down with another kick to the face. Then she turned back to Chase, and kicked him between the legs five times. Only the sight of other men coming at her stopped the rage.

“Shit!” she cried, realizing her chances against so many.

Taking a step back, she stumbled over Andre’s prone body. Looking down, she spotted his phone. Was that the hypno app still up and running? Keeping her eyes averted, she snatched up the phone and turned to toward the first man to reach her. It was Leon.

“Stop!”

He stopped, a blank look spreading across his face.

“You will protect me with your life!”

Leon turned away from her with a snarl. He charged into the next man to reach her. And then Texas Girl was upon her.

Tomboy ducked under a vicious punch, and then thrust the phone in the teenage heroine’s face. Texas Girl froze, eyes wide.

“You are mine. Protect me at all costs from the men and other heroines.”

The all but naked sidekick turned and tore into the men encircling them. When Vixen came charging in, the redhead clothelined her to the floor. Tomboy quickly rushed up and showed the heroine the running app.

Even with Leon, Vixen, and Texas Girl, the others proved too much. They slowly back the four of them into a corner. Tomboy saw her chance.

“Hey, you morons!” she shouted over Texas Girl’s shoulder.

Every single with of them turned angry eyes on her. So Tomboy showed them the phone’s screen. They froze, faces going blank.

“You belong to me. You obey me!”

Tomboy didn’t trust any of them, so showed everyone the app again, one at a time, to ensure no one was tricking her. By that time, Andre and Chase were awake, and she promptly hypnotized them.

“Andre, tell me how to release the super heroines from hypnosis.”