Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 14) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 14

“Kelly!” Lady Lovelace called.

Glancing back at the main dungeon entrance, Kelly spotted the head dominatrix striding toward her with a determined look. Looking past her, she saw Donald with a smirk on his face.

Her breath caught. I didn’t fool him after all.

“Kelly, a patron has requested you,” Lady Lovelace said. “Come with me.”

“I have to clean up first,” she said, increasing her pace toward the slavegirl dressing room. “Just give me a sec.”

“No. He wants you now,” Lady Lovelace said, eyes narrowing. “Stop, slave.”

Kelly took off running. Oh shit!

“Security!” Donald shouted.

Grey-suited security officers came out of the woodwork. Six of them raced toward her from different directions. Were they waiting in ambush? One of the security guards blocked the dressing room door, so Kelly veered toward the front door. That pulled the guard away from the dressing room, as they all raced to cut her off. So Kelly cut sharply and raced into the dressing room.

“Don’t let her get away!” Lady Lovelace cried. “Get her, you imbeciles!”

Kelly slammed the door closed, and locked it. That would only give her a few minutes at best. So she rushed over to her locker, grabbed her street clothes and a hand towel, and then Kelly ran out the door to the employee parking lot.

She didn’t have a car, so took off running as fast as she could. Big security men came out the front door, racing toward her. Kelly could see they were a lot faster than her, especially since she was not empowered with the FEM Belt, and she was wearing five inch stilettos. So she headed for the closest homes, plunging into the darkness between two houses.

Once she vanished into the night shadows, Kelly let her super heroine instincts kick in. She performed evasive maneuvers, slowing to ensure she didn’t make any noise. The sound of angry, frustrated shouts filled the air as the men searched for her. With a grim smile, the blonde teen moved stealthily through the darkness as she headed home to the dorm.

Kelly used the hand towel to clean up as best she could. Never stopping, always darting from deep shadow to deep shadow. She quickly left the shouting security men behind, and then tossed the nasty towel in a trash can, before pulling on her street clothes.

The Dominion Club knew her home address. That meant Kingpin knew where to find her, so she wasn’t out of danger yet. But once away from the security men, and in street clothes, Kelly threw caution to the wind and ran as fast as she could home.

Fortunately, her Tomboy costume wasn’t in the dorm. She headed for the FEM Fighter’s secret lair. There she could clean up, suit up, and ride her motorcycle back to Dominion. And take any other FEM Fighters on patrol with her.

Out of curiosity, she swung by the dorm. It was on the way, so not really that much of a detour. As expected, large men next to Land Rovers stood around outside the door entrance. They were not Dominion security officers, but bigger, meaning looking thugs. Kingpin’s goons.

“I’ll let the police deal with you,” she whispered. “After I deal with your boss and his minions.”

Kelly rushed toward the secret heroine lair. The app on her phone gave her access, and she found it empty and dark. Checking her phone, Kelly discovered she was the only FEM Fighter logged in.

“Well, it is after midnight,” she muttered. “Dammit.”

Since the FEM Fighters all had day jobs to pay the bills, or college in her case, they usually finished their patrols around midnight, unless engaged with criminals. FEM Fighters did get an allowance, but only a coed living in the dorm could live off it. So she shrugged it off, and started stripping. Kelly quickly pulled on her Tomboy costume, and then she fastened the FEM Belt around her narrow waist.

“Oh, so nice,” she whispered, eyes closing as the erotic sensation of super powers spread throughout her shapely body.

Next, she snapped the power bracers around her forearms.

“Now I’m armed for bear,” she said, grinning. “And mobster white slavers.”

Tomboy mounted her bike and started the exit sequence. She felt the press of time. Kingpin and the others wouldn’t stay at the club long. They’d clean out all incriminating evidence, and they high-tail it out of there. She had to get back before they escaped, or she might not ever find Jenny and Whitney.

A moment later the busty heroine went racing out into the night. She turned toward Dominion, eager to put them out of business and find out where they were keeping her friends.

Her face heated up as she rode, mind wandering to the past few weeks. She had literally found Kingpin, but failed to realize it. So she’d spent hours and hours on her back, on her knees, giving that wicked man and his cohorts in crime the most intimate pleasures. Her failure caused Jenny to be kidnapped.

I’ll right that wrong tonight, rescuing Jenny and Whitney, she thought. And put Kingpin and his evil minions in prison for life.

It didn’t take long. Tomboy raced up to Dominion, spotting security men surrounding the building. Were they waiting for her? How did they know? Or were they posted there out of an abundance of caution?

If they are guarding the perimeter, then Kingpin must still be inside.

A group of seven guards stood before the back entrance. Taking aim at them, Tomboy gunned the engine and bore down on them. At the last second, she slammed on the brakes and turned sharply. Her bike went sliding sideways into the guards, scattering them.

Tomboy attacked the guards. They were big men, but not professional mafia goon big and tough. More like regular guys who made very poor choices in employment.

“Yield to the law!” she cried, spinning into a roundhouse kick.

The FEM Fighter’s booted foot slammed into one guy’s head. As he flew to the side, she planted that foot, spun with her momentum, and thrust out her other foot in a savage kick to the next guard’s chest. He collapsed clutching his chest, so she leapt into a flying kick to the next guard’s face, but he ducked and slammed a fist into her ribs.

Tomboy staggered back and tripped over one of the down guards. She rolled back to her feet in a flash, before lashing out in all directions with kicks and punches as more guards converged on her.

“You are protecting a criminal organization, and will go to prison if you continuing fighting me,” she shouted. That didn’t faze them. So she pressed the trigger button on her right bracer, shooting out a bright stun beam. Tomboy swept that stun beam across six guards, dropping them in an instant. “I won’t warn you again.”

Two guards came charging up behind her. She dropped into a crouch, activated the left bracer’s shield, and watched the two guards run straight into it. Yeah, they instantly regretted it, since the shield was a more solid disk of energy. The same energy as the stun beam.

Another guard took advantage of her brief distraction. He raced up behind the heroine, and then kicked her in the head. Tomboy went down with a loud gasp. He stomped straight down on her exposed belly, doubling the heroine up around his foot. But then she seized his foot, twisted, and took him down to his knees. Tomboy jumped up in front of him, jumped up, and dropped as she brought her elbow down on his upturned face.

“You’ll wake up in jail, moron,” she sneered.

The other club guards stood to one side, taking in all the carnage before them. That one woman took all those men down, that fast. She saw the shock and hesitation in their eyes, so she grinned at them.

“Time of you little boys to go night-night,” she said, reaching for her stunner bracers.

The security officers scattered, vanishing into the darkness. She shook her head woefully, grinning, as she turned to the door. Time to finish her mission. Time to take Kingpin down once and for all.

Tomboy ran up to the employee entrance, finding it still unlocked. She entered, and stopped in her tracks. Dorian, Lady Lovelace, and Donald were hurrying toward the door. Her entrance brought them up short, surprised looks on their faces.

“I guess you weren’t expected an super heroine,” Tomboy taunted, wagging her brows. “Surrender to the law, or suffer the consequences, miscreants.”