Lone Star: Targeted (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 8

Stripping off his black fukumen and hood, then the black t-shirt, Havoc pulled on the blue work shirt with the name tag, Brad. He stuffed the discarded garments into his tool bag.

His Power Bracers remained on his arms, FEM Belt around his waist. At least until he pulled off his escape.

Tomboy lay on the floor next to him, out cold. He paused to gaze upon her, hand moving to the pistol holstered at his waist. He paused, and then moved his hand away from the weapon. Instead, he lifted her limp body up, and tossed her over his shoulder.

Holding her in place with one hand, he picked up the tool bag with the other and headed to the back door. A One-Hour Plumber van waited backed up to the door. He scanned the skies for Lone Star before exiting, and then put the tool bag and unconscious heroine in the van.

He quickly stripped off Tomboy’s FEM Belt and Power Bracers, then vest and sports bra, and finally her blue shorts. That left her in red mask and ankle boots. Her cap was left up on the roof.

“If your friend Lone Star isn’t lying, death is the least of your concerns, super slut,” he whispered. “Now that she’s put that in my head, I can think of a lot of things worse than death. You’re welcome.”

He bound her wrists behind her back, then bound her ankles. Havoc finished by tying Tomboy’s wrists to her ankles.

“Everyone loves a hogtied heroine.”

Not wasting anymore time, Havoc jumped behind the wheel and calmly drove away. He wasn’t on the road two minutes before Lone Star flew past, looking in the window at him. It surprised him, thinking he was caught, but she turned and flew away.

“Ignore me, bimbo. I’m just a working man keeping the water flowing,” he said, grinning. “And taking your pretty friend away forever. Nope, nothing to see here.”

Havoc made his way over to I-635, running east and west across North Dallas. He turned east on it, driving all the way out to Mesquite, where he turned onto I-30 East and drove across Lake Ray Hubbard to Rockwall. His farm was just on the other side of Rockwall.

Turning into the century old farm, he spotted the Gaines boy’s cars and pickups. The stolen vehicles that they used as getaway vehicles were all stashed in the large barn across the gravel yard from the two-story farmhouse.

The farmhouse was large as such residences went, with five bedrooms and a basement. The basement was converted into a game room by a previous owner. He collected his battle trophy, cutting her wrists free of her ankles, and headed inside, Tomboy over his shoulder.

“Where you boys at?” he shouted upon entry.

The interior hadn’t changed much in a hundred years. The walls were covered by dingy wallpaper, the hardwood floors bare and looking worse for wear. Some muted male voices rose up from the basement. Yeah, it sounded like they were either playing video games or watching baseball. The Gaines boys were loud and obnoxious doing both.

Havoc carried Tomboy down into the basement. Just as he suspected, the Gaines boys were on the couches watching the Texas Rangers play the Chicago White Sox. And Tomboy chose that moment to groan and start to move.

Five faces turned at the feminine groan. He laughed when their jaws dropped.

“That’s right. While you rejects are down here goofing off, I’ve been out picking up chicks,” Havoc said, grinning evilly as he shifted her off his shoulders to drape limply in his arms. “This one is called Tomboy. FEM Fighter extradinaire. Or, ex-super heroine. Now she’s just a hot piece of ass to sell into overseas prostitution.”

He carried her over to a blank, white-painted wall. The Gaines boys forgot their game, and followed with eager eyes. Chase helped him. After Chase untied her wrists and ankles, Havoc wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. Chase and Eddy each took an arm and locked them in manacles hanging from the ceiling several feet apart.

Havoc released Tomboy to hang by her wrists.

“Ugh,” she grunted, eyes starting to flutter.

Chase and Eddy moved downward, pulling her long, shapely legs apart and locking them into shackles bolted to the floor. Tomboy was displayed spread-eagle before that white wall, while Jerry and Tye set up a camera. Tommy got the laptop connected to a website, and then to the camera.

“CapturedHeroines.com is offering ten thousand for exclusive rights to Tomboy’s unmasking,” Tommy said. “Do we want to sell them all of the rights?”

“How much just to webcast the live unmasking?” Havoc asked.

“Twenty-five hundred.”

“It’s a deal,” Havoc said. “Ten thousand for exclusive rights. Tell me when the money hits the bank.”

“Are you sure?” Chase asked. “I think we can sell rights to a lot of sites, and make more.”

“No. Everyone who watches will capture the video, and then post it far and wide,” Havoc said. “The rights will be worthless to us after tonight.”

“Rights? What rights?” Tomboy asked.

Havoc grinned at the confused looking heroine. She struggled weakly a moment, consternation on her masked face slowly melting into horror.

“Mask up, boys. It’s party time.”

“What happened? Why am I tied up like this?”

He pulled on his ninja mask – his fukumen – along with the matching black hood, or zukin. The Gaines Gang all put on masks that looked like do-rags with eye holes. It made him think of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

“I am William Wallace, Tomboy,” Havoc said. “I defeated you. I knocked you out. Now you belong to me.” He indicated the camera. “We’re about to unmask you on a live webcast, and then you will tell us the secret identities of every other super heroine in Dallas.”

“What? No! You can’t do that,” she cried. “Leave my mask alone.”

“Damn, she’s more worried about her own stupid self than betraying her fellow super heroines,” Chase said.

Tomboy went ballistic for a moment, struggling furiously against her bindings. The men grinned at her, eyes on her heavy tits bouncing all around.

“You make me so mad!” she cried, and then screamed as loud as she could.

“Speaking of mad…” Eddy said. He lifted his shirt to show a MAAD tattoo. The other men also showed her their MAAD tattoos. “We’re all members of Men Against Amazon Domination.”

“I’m not an Amazon! I’m not Alpha Meta, you morons!” Tomboy cried. “I’m just a girl with a FEM Belt.”

“Super heroine, Amazon, same thing,” Chase said.

“We got confirmation from the bank,” Tommy said. “And we are about to go live in… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… And we’re live.”

Tomboy froze to stare straight at the camera. No telling how many men were watching her, leering at her nakedness, and eager to see her completely destroyed by unmasking. Her blood ran cold, and she just wanted to curl up into the fetal position.

Tye stepped up with something in his hands. She was too distraught to care, looking all around at the fierce masked faces. Then he lifted something up to her left tit. She looked down just in time to watch him pull her nipple, stretching it out. And then he placed a nipple clamp on it.

“Aaaaiiieee! Take it off! Take it off!”

“Ha ha, you felt that, didn’t you?”

“It hurts. Please take it off.”

He didn’t. Tye put another nipple clamp on her right nipple. Tomboy bucked and struggled like a wild woman for a few minutes. The nipple clamps were weighted down, so both clamped tight and pulled on her uber sensitive nips.

And then Havoc moved up to her side with a three foot long black lacquered paddle. She gawked at it, heart racing.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Tickle your hiney?” he taunted. Then his eyes hardened, and Havoc swung.

Thwack!

“Aaaaaiiieee!”

“Who is Lone Star behind her mask?” Havoc demanded. “Tell us her secret identity.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know…” Thwack! Thwack! “Aaaiiiieee. I really don’t know!”

Thwack!

He spanked her while demanding she reveal each and every Sisterhood and FEM Fighter heroines’ real names. Poor Tomboy couldn’t tell them, so she had to endure the worst spanking in her life.

Tomboy hung limply from the ceiling after the spanking, panting and sniffing. She lifted her head when first Chase, then Tye, started stripping. The busty blonde rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Of course. Perverts,” she whispered. “I will be avenged!”

Havoc moved up behind the young blonde, grabbing her long blonde ponytail and yanking her head back. She gasped, eyes huge, as his free hand reached for her face.

“Shall we find out who is hiding behind this mask?” Havoc asked. “Let us seal her fate forever!”

“No! I’ll do anything, just leave my mask alone!”

“Too late, slut,” he sneered.

Havoc dug his fingers up under the edge of her mask. He struggled a second to break the glue’s hold, and then he started pulling. Pulling her mask away slowly but surely. Tomboy squealed and struggled, but nothing stopped him. The mask peeled away and revealed a beautiful face.

“Well, she’s not famous enough for us to recognize, but someone will,” Chase said. “And then everyone will notice both Tomboy and her secret identity have vanished forever. Say good-bye, Tomboy. This is your last hurrah.”

Eddy replaced Havoc behind her, his hands all over first her tits, and then her butt. He thrust a wet finger up her butthole as Tye moved up in front. The big robber held her eyes as he grinned so wickedly. Then he buried his face in her tits and motorboated her live on the Web.

A smile tugged on Havoc’s lips as he watched Eddy slowly impale the teenager’s ass. The look on her pretty face was priceless. And then Tye grabbed her hips, and thrust up into her tight little pussy. Tomboys eyes rolled up and she started bucking.

While Eddy and Tye joined forces to fuck Tomboy into submission, Havoc waved Chase and Jerry over to Tommy.

“Two things. Tommy, start putting together a super heroine auction on the Dark Web. We’re only going to sell to overseas buyers. I want every heroine in this city gone forever,” Havoc said. He handed Tomboy’s FEM Belt over to Chase, and then lifted up her phone. “In the meantime, boys, I suspected Tomboy’s masked sisters can trace her phone. We need to set up a trap.”