Tomboy: Turnabout (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 11

Vixen braked, turned sharply, and then gave it the gas. Her powerful racing bike roared between Tomboy’s legs, sending powerful vibrations up into Jessica’s core. She smelled rubber burning as smoke billowed around them during that high speed U-turn.

Tomboy tightened her arms around Vixen’s tiny waist, pressing up to her tightly. The Asian FEM Fighter toed the bike into first, and took off up the road after the bad guy.

“Target on Caruth, heading east,” Vixen said.

All of the FEM Fighters were on a conference call using Bluetooth. They were after a bail jumper. A particularly vicious individual who graduated from carjacking to coed-jacking. Tyler Austin was a brutally handsome man, whose soul was as ugly as his face was beautiful. According to the cops, his MO was to get a date with a coed, drug her, and then sell her to pimps or human traffickers.

The original Tomboy had caught and arrested him last spring, but he’d failed to fulfill the terms of his bail. Authorities worried he was back to his human trafficking ways. The FEM Fighters had been looking for him for five of the ten days Jessica had been Tomboy and part of the team.

Tyler drove a black Jeep Wrangler. No doors or roof. Tomboy caught her first glimpse of him when he suddenly braked and turned left onto a side street. He was tall, dark, and heavily tattooed. He wore jeans and a muscle shirt to show off all his hard work, as well as all of his tats. Cap worn backwards on his head.

Puma was coming in from the other direction, reaching the side street before Vixen, so turned in after him. The chatter in the FEM Fighters’ five-way call increased as everyone gave a running commentary of their location and activity. Everyone except Tomboy, who was just along for the ride.

Vixen caught up to Puma, and they sped up the dark residential street side-by-side. Then Tyler turned off his lights.

“What the hell?” Tomboy cried. “Is he crazy?”

“YES!” Puritan answered.

The bikes’ headlights were reflected by his taillights, so they could “see” him still. Chatter on the phone had Gloriosa and Puritan maneuvering to get in front of him. Tomboy had her doubts about the sanity of getting in front of a jeep with a motorcycle. And then Gloriosa sped across the street at an intersection, making him brake, skid, and side-swipe two parked cars.

Car alarms whooped and blasted the night, while the FEM Fighters pursued the bail jumping slaver. Then as he slowed and turned down another street, Puritan came up that street, rode right up to the side of the jeep, and jumped over. Her bike went down, almost taking out Puma. But the redheaded heroine was in the jeep with Tyler, and beating the hell out of him.

The jeep rolled to a stop after he stood up to fight Puritan. He surprised Tomboy by how well he stood against Puritan, who was much stronger. But he was larger, with greater reach, and a very skilled street fighter. A more skilled fighter than the redhead, but her superior strength and speed started getting the upperhand. And then the jeep crashed in to a tree.

Tyler lashed out with a foot while Puritan was off balance, sending her flying out of the jeep to smash into Puma. The two heroines hit the pavement and rolled to a stop, tangled together. Out cold.

Vixen skidded to a stop.

“Shit,” Vixen cried. “Gloriosa! Puma and Puritan are down!”

“Almost there!” the Latina said. “Protect our sisters.”

Tyler barked a laugh, and then took off running. He ran between two houses.

“Stay with Puma and Puritan,” Vixen said.

She took off after Tyler on foot. Tomboy stared after her, then looked at the two unconscious heroines. So she ran over to the downed beauties, dropping to one knee to look them over for injuries. They looked disheveled and battered, but no blood. No obvious broken bones. Both were breathing normally, serene looks on their gorgeous masked faces. Tomboy reached out to gently caress first Puritan’s, then Puma’s faces.

I could make so much money making porn videos of them.

Gloriosa came to a skidding stop next to them. “Where’s Vixen?”

Tomboy pointed. “She followed Tyler between those two houses.”

“What? I told her… Vixen! Report,” Gloriosa shouted into her Bluetooth.

Nothing. No response.

Tomboy lifted her head, then looked toward the last spot she’d seen the sexy FEM Fighter. Did Tyler capture or kill her? Surely she would’ve said something via the conference call.

The look of horror on Gloriosa’s masked face spoke volumes. Then Puritan, followed by Puma, began to stir. Within moments both FEM Fighters were fully conscious and ready to go.

“Follow me,” Gloriosa said, and took off for the gaps between houses. She had her phone out and looking at a map. Tomboy gave her phone a curious look. The shapely Latina smiled. “GPS. I’m tracking Vixen’s phone.”

They moved fast, but stealthily through that residential neighborhood. Ten minutes later they passed out into a small business district. The GPS signal led them to an old abandoned gas station. Looked like something out of a 1950’s movie. Tomboy noticed light escaping around the door.

The door was locked, but Gloriosa grabbed the handle, put her stiletto-heeled foot on the jamb, and ripped it open. The four FEM Fighters rushed in to find Vixen stripped naked, bent over a chair and tied down. Tyler was behind her, thrusting into her with total abandon.

“Oh my God,” Tomboy whispered.

She scanned the small retail space, which was quite clean and neat. Tyler must’ve been using the place for a while. There was a TV on the wall, a kitchenette in the back corner. The door was open into the dark work bays to their right.

“How dare you!” Gloriosa screamed.

Gloriosa, Puritan, and Puma surged at Tyler. Tomboy was taken by surprise, left flat-footed. And then men flooded in behind the three FEM Fighters, all carrying pipes. Gloriosa was whacked in the back of the head right off, going down unconscious. Puma shouted the warning, and charged into the men. Puritan followed her. But Tomboy saw they were outnumbered at least four-to-one.

Two of those newcomers turned on Tomboy. She clutched her bat tightly, fought the urge to flee, and dropped back into a fighting stance. They came at her with big grins. Didn’t they know she was empowered with the strength of ten men? And she had FEM Fighter Bracers.

Shzzzk!

Puritan’s stun bean put one of the men down. Just like that. But there were nine more, counting Tyler. And then the two men were upon Tomboy, one swinging high at her head, the other low at her knees. Tomboy ducked under the high swing, blocking the other with her bat. That steel pipe made her aluminum bat vibrate so hard she lost her grip and it flew out of her hands.

“Yikes!” she cried, reaching over to press the activate button on her shield.

And just in time. The guy who attacked high swung at her again. Her shield blocked his strike, with the energy of her shield ripping down the steel pipe to zap him. Didn’t knock him out, but left him discombobulated.

Shzzzk! Shzzzk!

Tomboy glanced over, seeing two more men collapsing. But Puma was down and out, with a man removing her FEM Belt, while another pulled her arms back and locked them in handcuffs. Her eyes darted to Gloriosa, who was also handcuffed, and two men had her bright yellow costume down past her hips.

And Tyler was still fucking Vixen!

“Puritan, what do we do?”

Tomboy never heard her answer. Her distraction allowed one of her foes to close and smash an uppercut to her chin. The beautiful brunette’s cap flew off, and her booted feet came off the floor. She landed on her back, head spinning. The FEM Fighter tried to roll away, got to all fours, and a foot slammed into her face.

The lights went out.