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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 1

Tomboy swung her bat, smacking the big bearded thug in the knee. He howled as he hopped away on one foot, clutching his broken knee. She dropped low and threw out a leg, sweeping his lone leg away.

“Another one down and out,” she called.

“Yellow mask down!” a thug shouted. “Finish her!”

Tomboy gasped, whirling around to spot the FEM Fighters’ leader on the ground. The besieged heroine was easy to pick out in the night-shrouded street. Her neon yellow corset, bikini bottoms, and thigh boots practically glowed in the dim starlight, while her black mask, opera gloves, and FEM Belt faded into the night.

The gang of large, muscular burglars were dressed in all black, making it hard to keep track of them in the night shadows. Three were beaten down, out of the fight. Two were recovering quickly from being beaten down, with the rest engaging heroines one-on-one, or three-to-one in Gloriosa’s case.

Gloriosa was on her back, kicking like crazy to keep three big, brutal thugs at bay. Then one of them shifted around to attack straight at her head, opposite the other two. It was Conner, the biggest and meanest of the gang. Not even a super heroine as amazing as the busty Latina could defend against that tactic.

“To Gloriosa!” Tomboy shouted, charging the two thugs with their backs to her.

Puma and then Puritan finished off the men they were fighting, and then joined Tomboy in the charge. But the busty blonde heroine saw the leader of the gang, Conner, leap up and drop beside Gloriosa, delivering a perfect elbow drop to the chest.

Gloriosa cried out in agony, clutching her chest as she writhed helplessly on the ground. Conner was on her in a flash, yanking Gloriosa’s arms back to bind her wrists with a zip tie. Then they forced her legs together and bound them at ankles and knees.

“They have zip ties!” Puma shouted. “Beware.”

Super heroines used zip ties as handcuff substitutes. It meant a criminal was looking to score a super heroine when he brought them. No other reason. Tomboy’s heart skipped a beat.

What other tricks do they have up their sleeves? she wondered.

When Conner rolled Gloriosa onto her belly, and then started to unzip her strapless corset, Tomboy threw her baseball bat at him. The thick business end struck him between the shoulder blades. She followed up by digging a baseball out of one the pouches on her FEM Belt, and throwing it into the side of his head.

And one of the other thugs took advantage of her distraction to throw a right cross into her cheek. Tomboy cried out as she went flying to the ground. She hit the ground and rolled back to her feet, but the would-be burglar plowed into her, punching her about the face and shoulders too fast for her to defend again.

What is he?she thought. A boxer? MMA fighter?

“Aaiiee!” Puritan cried out.

Tomboy glanced past her assailant to see the redhead in white and orange go down. Unconscious. The thug immediately zip-tied Puritan’s wrists, ankles, and then bound them together in a cruel hogtie.

“No!”

Again, she allowed herself to be distracted in the middle of a fight. Tomboy was punched in the face, sending her reeling back. Mind in chaos, body aching, she struggled with all her might to regain control of her faculties before it was too late.

“No! No! NO!” Puma shouted, sounding more and more desperate. Then she began to grunt. “Uh! Uh! Stop. Uh!”

Tomboy spotted her in the dark. Not easy, since the beautiful heroine wore a black black catsuit and cowl. Three black clad burglars surrounded the beautiful African-American, two holding her arms, one brutally beating her down. The blonde heroine noticed Puma’s FEM Belt on the ground at her feet.

“Puma!”

A savage fist slammed into Tomboy’s belly. Her breath whooshed out. He kicked her stiletto-heeled feet away, making her slam back to the ground. The big man pounced on her, wrapping his hands around her slender throat and squeezing.

Tomboy realized she only had seconds before the loss of blood to her brain left her unconscious, helpless. The bad guys’ prisoner. And she was the last heroine standing.

I…can’t…Tomboy thought, feeling the strength bleeding out of her limps at an alarming rate. No. I have to…

A vision of her and her heroine friends being stripped and sold to pimps flashed through her head. Her heart skipped a beat. And then her hand touched something fist-sized, super hard and heavy. A rock!

The busty blonde in red, white, and blue seized the rock, and slammed it into her attacker’s temple. He collapsed atop her. Two other burglars shouted in alarm, the sound of running feet coming towards her. So Tomboy heaved with all her might, rolling the big man off to the side. Then she rolled to her feet, teetering just a second atop her heels.

“I will destroy you all!” Tomboy shouted at the top of her lungs.

She wound up like a softball pitcher, and threw that rock into the chest of the closest thug charging her. He went down with a cry of agony. The corners of her full red lips quirked, almost curling into a smile.

“Bet I broke a couple ribs there,” she muttered. “He deserved it.”

“Hai! Hai!” Vixen cried, spinning into one roundhouse after another.

Tomboy whooped in joy to see her comrade in crime-fighting forcing the bad guys back, back, back. But then the other man charging Tomboy arrived, forcing the blonde teenager to leap up into a flying roundhouse to his face. With her FEM Belt giving her ten times the strength of a man, Tomboy’s kick flipped him over to land face-down and unconscious. Then she charged Conner, who was started to rise to his feet.

The blonde beauty took aim, and drove her stiletto heel into the top of his butt crack. She connected to his tailbone, and snapped it. Conner bowed back, clutching his butt, and wailed in shock and pain. Tomboy took advantage to kick him in the ribs, belly, and then the face when he bent over. Conner went down, out cold.

Turning back to Vixen, she found the busty Asian heroine surrounded by four bad guys. Tomboy scanned the crime scene. Six criminals were down, but two were starting to recover. So she raced over and kicked both in the face, knocking them out again.

“I hate it so much when the bad guys don’t stay down,” she grumbled, and then took off to help Vixen.

“Stop bogarting all the bad guys, Vixen!”

“It’s a problem, I know,” the beautiful heroine in cobalt blue said, sounding breathless. “I’m trying to share more.”

“Watch out for that blonde bimbo!”

“Bimbo?!” Tomboy cried. “How dare you! My IQ is higher than my batting average.”

Pulling out another baseball, Tomboy wound up and sent a fastball into the back of a burglar’s head. He dropped to one knee, allowing Vixen to finish him with a kick to the chin. And then Tomboy slammed into a bad guys’ back.

She drove a brutal stiletto heel into one guy’s lower back, before spinning lower to drive that same heel into the back of another criminal’s knee. Vixen KOed both of them, while Tomboy darted past her and sent a flying roundhouse into the face of the last bad guy standing.

“Bam. Done,” Tomboy said.

“All bad boys on the ground, down and OUT,” Vixen cried, and high-fived the grinning blonde. She looked around, and then looked at Tomboy. “You’re IQ is higher than your batting average? Seriously?”

“I’m serious.”

“Wow. You must have a terrible batting average,” Vixen said, making Tomboy scream. Then giggled.

“Okay, I guess my IQ isn’t over six hundred. Dammit.”

“Stop goofing off!” Gloriosa shouted. “Get these stupid ties off me.”

Tomboy sobered up immediately. She caught Vixen’s eyes. They shared a suppressed giggle, and started pulling zip ties out. Tomboy had a pouch full of zip ties, while Vixen stuffed them down her thigh boots.

“Let’s get these boys bound, and then free Gloriosa, Puma, and Puritan.”

It didn’t take long to bind the unconscious burglars, and then line them up on the ground. Only after the bad guys were secured did the two heroines go free their friends. Safety first.

“Took you long enough,” Gloriosa groused, rubbing her wrists. “Lord help me, that was so embarrassing.”

“Sorry,” Tomboy said.

“Not sorry,” Vixen whispered, getting a dirty look from the Latina.

Puritan giggled, and then Tomboy. Gloriosa sighed gustily, shook her head, and grinned as well.

“All’s well that ends well,” Puma said. “But damn, I hurt all over. Let’s turn these losers over to the cops and call it a night.”

“Yeah,” Tomboy said, and grimaced. She fidgeted, making the other four heroines turn to regard her curiously. She flashed a big, bright embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, but this is my last night on patrol until August.”

“August?” Gloriosa cried. “You’re taking the entire summer off?”

“I don’t have a choice. I think you all have figured out that I’m a college student,” she said. “I live in the dorm, and don’t have the financial resources to stay in Dallas during summer break. I have to go home.”

“Understood,” Gloriosa said, maintaining her strong leader’s role. “Give me a call as soon as you return in August and I’ll brief you on the situation. We’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you guys even more!”

“I know,” Puma said. “We’re pretty amazing.”

“And humble.”

“Which isn’t easy since we’re so amazing and all,” Vixen said. “One might even say we are… Super women.”

Tomboy giggled. “Great. While I work on my tan this summer, you girls might want to work on your humility.”

Vixen, then Puma, Puritan, and Gloriosa hugged her. Tears welled up in Tomboy’s baby blues, knowing just how much she was going to miss them. The summer looked awful long at that moment.