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Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 9

Lone Star sent out an Alert to the Sisterhood heroines. Then she called Gloriosa, leaving a message on her phone. She told the FEM Fighter leader that she believed Havoc took Tomboy prisoner.

Gloriosa called her back right away. “What the hell? Are you sure?”

“As sure as I can be,” she said. “We were both fighting Havoc atop the Capital Trust Credit Union building when he hit me with his stunner. I fell all the way to the ground, and was unconscious for an unknown amount of time. When I woke up, both Havoc and Tomboy were gone. Her bike is still out front, and I found her cap on the roof, and the rest of her costume inside the back door.”

Gloriosa cursed a blue-streak in Spanish. “I’m on my way. Don’t leave.”

Over the next five minutes, Ms Texicana, Texas Girl, and then Lady Texas called her, as they suited up. She got calls from the rest of the FEM Fighters as well. Everyone was on their way over.

“But what can we do?” she muttered. “Tomboy is gone. I don’t have a clue to where he took her.”

Puritan arrived first, roaring up on her powerful racing motorcycle. The redhead’s white corset, shorts, and thigh boots popped in the bright sunshine, with FEM Belt and Bracers the same fire-orange as her long, braided hair. And then Ms Texicana, flew in, followed closely by Lady Texas and Texas Girl. And finally Gloriosa, Puma, and Vixen raced up.

“No blood on the ground? No sign she was shot?” Gloriosa demanded.

“None, but the last time I saw her Tomboy was reeling from Havoc’s onslaught,” Lone Star said. “Even together, we couldn’t defeat him. That FEM Belt has turned him into a super-powered monster.”

“You found her costume? What about her phone?”

“Costume, yes,” she said. “I didn’t think to look for her phone. I didn’t find her mask or boots, either.”

Gloriosa nodded, nose already in phone. Puma, Vixen, and Puritan also jumped into their phones, even as they remained astride their bikes.

“Got her,” Vixen said.

“Yeah, me, too,” Gloriosa replied. “Otherside of Rockwall.”

Puma and Puritan nodded. The Sisterhood heroines blinked at them.

“GPS,” Gloriosa said. “Tomboy either held onto her phone, or Havoc took it. Bad guys sometimes think they can use our phones to track us.”

“Sounds like they could,” Lady Texas said.

“They could, but when we activate the location app, it makes the phone ding,” Puma said. “The bad guys probably won’t realize what that means. But when we get a ding, we know to ensure it’s another FEM Fighter, or turn off our GPS.”

Vixen nodded. “It’s always turned off when we’re not in costume.”

“We can fly ahead,” Lone Star said. “Give us the address.”

“I’ll give you her location, but we have to go together,” Gloriosa said. “Havoc might be with the Gaines Gang, which means even all of us together will struggled to defeat them. We can’t allow them to take us out piecemeal.”

“You’re right,” Lone Star said. “United we prevail, divided we fall.”

Gloriosa, as leader of the FEM Fighters, led the way. The FEM Fighters tore through the streets to I-635, and then headed for Mesquite, Rockwall, and the suspected hideout beyond. As they raced up the freeway at 100 MPH plus, Lone Star and the Sisterhood heroines flew above.

What should’ve taken thirty-five minutes to drive under normal conditions, took all of fifteen minutes. They sped through Rockwall, not getting off I-30. The next town was Fate, Texas, where they exited. The heroines passed through that small town, and approached a farm beyond the northside of town.

Lone Star scanned the farmyard. Three pickups, a red Jeep, a silver Mustang, and a blue Dodge Charger were parked in front of the farmhouse. She also noticed a plumbing company van.

Wasn’t there a plumber at the bank?

Her face heated up. She’d checked a plumber driving away from the site, but thought he was okay. Lone Star fucked up. She could have saved Tomboy right then and there, and probably have taken down Havoc.

The FEM Fighters stopped and parked a good half mile from the farm. They ran the rest of the way. The Sisterhood waited for them, while encircling the farm and floating above the trees.

Lone Star ached to get down there and kick ass. But Gloriosa was the leader of the FEM Fighters, and Tomboy was her heroine. The shapely Latina was in charge. She would lead the attack and rescue.

When the FEM Fighters arrived, and spread out around the house, the Sisterhood dropped down and intermingled with them. As one they crept up to the farm house and peeked in windows. Nothing. No one. So the Amazons flew up to the second floor and looked in those windows.

“No one’s here?” Lady Texas whispered.

Gloriosa frowned. It didn’t make sense. Tomboy’s signal came from that house, and the bad guys’ cars were out front. Lone Star glanced at the barn. Could they be over there with Tomboy?

Vixen and Puritan moved together to discuss the issue. Lone Star stared down at them, and then noticed something at their booted feet.

“Basement,” she said outloud, and then clamped her mouth shut. Everyone looked at her. She dropped to the ground and whispered, “I see basement windows. I bet they are down there.”

To prove her point, Lone Star dropped quickly to all fours and looked through a basement window. It wasn’t any bigger than a door transom, but the glass was clear and it wasn’t curtained or shuttered on the inside.

“Oh no,” she gasped.

Tomboy was stretched spread-eagle between the ceiling and floor, in nothing but her gloves and boots. No costume. No MASK! And there was a camera on a tripod before her, filming everything.

And that “everything” was bad. Chase and Tommy Gaines were naked save for odd looking masks. Cash was thrusting into Tomboy’s butt, hands mauling her tits, while a look of pure bliss filled his masked face. His cousin, Tommy, was fucking Tomboy’s pussy, while holding her head and kissing her.

Tomboy’s pale skin glistened with sweat, as she bucked and writhed in pleasure. Lone Star suspected they weren’t the first two to use the helpless heroine. At that time the other heroines had found windows to look into, and they let out a collective gasp. A very outraged gasp.

“I’m going to murder them,” Gloriosa whispered, rage dripping from every sylible. “I see Wallace, along with Tye, Jerry, and Eddy. All the players are down there. We got them.”

They checked the windows, but all were locked. That meant they had to go through the house. Lone Star had noticed the hardwood floors. The Amazons could fly over it nice and quiet, but the men would hear the FEM Fighter’s stilettos.

“Might not be much of a surprise,” she muttered, noticing Gloriosa and Vixen were already clattering across the front porch. Puritan and Puma forced open the back door, rather loudly. She heard the men call out in alarm down in the basement. “Damn.”