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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 12

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Tomboy’s eyes fluttered open. She was being jostled, manhandled. It only took seconds to realize her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. Her eyes locked on her FEM Belt and Bracers piled up three feet to the side. The two men that fought and defeated her were busy stripping her. Her sports bra and vest were gone, while one man wrapped his arms around her and the other pulled her daisy dukes down her long, fishnet sheathed legs. Then he pulled her pantyhose down to her boots, which kept them from being removed.

“Oh fuck. I forgot the stupid boots,” he growled.

So he pulled a knife and cut the nylons off at the boot tops. Then he grabbed Tomboy’s ankles, spread them wide and pressed up between her legs.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” she cried. “Cool your jets, boy!”

He backhanded her, leaving her head spinning. She watched through hooded eyes as he pulled out his cock, stroked it to hardness, and then guided it to her waxed smooth pussy.

“Ugggh. You pig,” she gasped out. She felt that penetration like none before. Is this what Kelly feels every day? All summer?

The man with his arms around her relaxed his hold, allowing her body to slide down a little. Then he leaned over and buried his face in her tits. While he motorboated her, and the other man thrust ever deeper into her, Tomboy’s head lolled around. She saw Vixen still bent over the chair, men fucking her ass and mouth, while she struggled in vain against her bindings.

Two men were just finishing up stripping Puritan. Puma was face down on the floor, stretched out, and grunting as a man sodomized her. And Gloriosa knelt before Tyler, while he face-fucked her. And then he reached down and pulled off her mask.

All five of the FEM Fighters screamed when Gloriosa was face-stripped. The bad guys laughed. And then Puritan groaned loud and soulfully when she was forced to her knees, bent over, and one of the men mounted her doggie style. Then another shoved his meat into her mouth.

The man sucking on her tits started kissing his way up Tomboy’s neck. He claimed her lips, while his hand roughly fondled her boobs. Then he shifted above her, facing down her body. He unzipped, pulled out his cock, and plopped it across the teenager’s upturned face. Tomboy stared up in horror, remembering forcing Kelly to suck cock upside down like that countless times. She never believed she’d be forced to do so.

“Listen, I’m not really a – ”

He cut her off by shoving his cock in her mouth. She groaned, but started sucking. Didn’t want to, but she remembered taunting Kelly about how she always started sucking right away. Kelly said it was to get it over with faster, so she didn’t have to suck that nasty dick any longer than necessary. So Jessica did the same. She sucked, worked her lips and tongue, and tried to get him off as fast as possible.

That angle gave him a straight shot down her throat, and he quickly crashed through her pathetic defenses. And another indignity was visited upon her. His hairy, sweaty nutsack slapped her across the eyes. Over and over. He even stopped to grind his balls in her face ever so often.

Fucked raw, deep-throated, and tea-bagged, she thought miserably. It can’t get any worse. She thought about how she’d forced Kelly to endure all that and worse. Is this karma?

Tomboy squirmed within their grasp. She moaned, groaned, and bucked. The beautiful teenager writhed and thrust her hips, her insides melting into molten hot tingles. She felt her sex tightening, tensing, and then it all changed as the tingles began to flow throughout her body, pushing her closer and closer.

“Aaagggh!” Tomboy cried around her captor’s cock.

Her body surged and pulsed with mind-numbing pleasure, over and over. The incessant, nonstop thrusting into her pussy, mouth, throat made her body sing like never before. Was it the loss of control for the first time in her life? Was being helpless that sexy, that much of a turn-on for her psyche?

What is wrong with me?

Now she understood Kelly’s blissful face during most of her worst sexual use and abuse. It was Nirvana. So wonderful, yet so scary wrong. Was she as fucked up in the head as Kelly?

The men claimed her full attention and focus when her throat was flooded with cum. So much spunk! He pulled out to rub his wet, sticky dick all over her face, while she swallowed and swallowed. And then the other man sheathed his cock balls deep, and unleashed another flood. Filled up her womb.

“Damn, Danny, that was fucking amazing,” pussy fucker whispered breathlessly. “Super whores have the hottest, tightest cunts in the world.”

“You just figuring that out, Nate?”

They laughed. Tomboy wasn’t so amused. She never felt so violated, so helpless and pathetic. And weak. She truly was worthless without her FEM Belt.

“Okay, boys,” Tyler called, sounding so pleased and smug. “We all got our first nut off these masked cunts. Line them up.”

Vixen was untied and dragged over to kneel beside Gloriosa. Puma was just lifted up to kneel where she was, while Puritan was forced to crawl with a cruel hand in her hair. The redhead was placed next to the African-American heroine. And then Tomboy was pulled to her feet by Danny, half-dragged over to the spot between Puritan and Vixen, and forced to her knees.

Tyler stood centered on that line of vanquished vigilantes, stark naked, his semi-erect cock just inches in front of Tomboy’s face. He grinned down at her with wicked glee. Then he reached down and pulled off her mask.

“Very beautiful. You really shouldn’t hide that face behind a mask,” Tyler said. Then he stepped before Vixen, and pulled off her mask. “Wow. Gorgeous. Well, at least you self-righteous cunts won’t be wearing masks anymore.”

Heart thundering, Tomboy watched Tyler unmask Puritan, and then Puma. Then all five of them knelt before their captors, handcuffed, defiled, and miserable. They stared up at him with sullen, tear-filled eyes. Tomboy felt shame, terror, and rage warring within. The absolute worse was knowing the pleasure Kelly would feel when she learned her tormentor was captured by human traffickers and sold into sexual slavery.

And then Tyler returned to her, smirking. Cock suddenly rock hard and poking her in the face. He studied her face, caressing her cheeks, her lips, her hair. And then he palmed the back of her head, pulling her face to his cock and balls.

“Lick and suck on my balls, Tomcunt,” he sneered. “That’s what defeat tastes like for masked sluts like you and your friends. Lick my hairy balls and know this is all happening because you arrested me. You humiliated me. Now I’m returning the favor.”

Tomboy’s eyes widened, his balls already grinding against her mouth and face. She wasn’t the one that arrested him. Kelly was. He was punishing her for something Kelly did last spring?

“Release her hands,” Tyler commanded. He caught and held her eyes with a fierce gaze. “You are going to make love to my cock and balls, Tomcunt. It had better be the best BJ I’ve ever gotten, or I’m going to fuck you up royally. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Tomboy looked left and right. The other heroines were being claimed by two bad guys each. Tyler apparently wanted to exact his pound of flesh solo with her, with the one free man busy gathering up all of the discarded FEM Belts and Power Bracers.

“You don’t know how long I planned this trap,” Tyler said. “All I’ve thought about since you arrested me was how to get my revenge on you, and these other super cunts.”

She licked her lips, swallowed the lump in her throat, and wrapped both hands around his long, thick cock. Tomboy stroked him, making him even harder. Then one hand started squeezing his balls while the other continued to stroke his base. She leaned forward to tickle his piss hole with the tip of her tongue, all while staring up in his cruel dark eyes.

Tomboy covertly followed Danny’s progress as she sucked in Tyler’s hot, rubbery glans. She sucked on that helmet-shaped organ, working her lips and tongue to best effect. Tyler clutched her head, fingers deep in her silky brown tresses. His eyes closed, head rolling back as pleasure consumed him. That allowed her to cut her eyes to the side, watching Danny piling the FEM Belts and Bracers on the kitchenette counter.

She looked back up at Tyler’s blissful face, before looking left and right again. All of the other FEM Fighters were getting spit-roasted hard and fast. Wrists bound behind their backs, depowered, they were helpless. Just sexy young women to use and abuse by the bad guys. The heroines were all lost in their shame and despair. And the slavers were all just as lost in the moment as Tyler, enjoying the fruits of their victory.

Only Danny still had full control of his faculties.

And me, Tomboy thought.

Tomboy went down on Tyler, sucking him in deep. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his dick so he couldn’t shove it down her throat. That would be too hard, too distracting, for her. So she redoubled her efforts to get him off as fast as possible. She wanted him to have a mind blasting climax, to leave him happy, content, maybe even a little foggy-headed.

She hummed, sending sweet vibrations into his dick. All while tracking Danny’s movements. Knowing his exact location was key. Everything depended on it.

“YES! Swallow every drop!” Tyler cried as he flooded her mouth with cum.

She took it all into her mouth, but didn’t swallow. It was her first instinct, to get it in her belly. Jessica loved cum. But she had another priority. No time to waste. Strike NOW.

Tomboy surged straight up, bringing her knee up into Tyler’s dangling balls. That knee struck her target, pulling a deep grunt from the big man. She shoved him aside, and turned toward Danny. The other thug charged her, fist back to deliver a knockout blow. The brunette closed with him, and then as he started to swing she spewed the cum in her mouth straight into his face.

Danny cried out in surprise and alarm, allowing her to close and kicked up between his legs with all of her strength. He went down whimpering. And she was past him. Tomboy raced straight to the pile of FEM Belts and Bracers.

Her belt went around her waist in a flash, then she snapped on Puma’s shield Bracer, and Gloriosa’s stunner Bracer. The men were shouting, running towards her. Turning around, she sucked in a deep breath, braced herself, and pointed the stunner at the charging slavers.

The teenage heroine activated the stunner, sweeping the beam back and forth across those evil men. She didn’t hold the beam on any one man long enough to knock any of them out, but it put them on their knees. So she continued to blast them, back and forth, as she felt the Bracers sucking away all of her life energy, sucking her dry, leaving her so weak and feeble.

“You did it, Tomboy,” Gloriosa cried, racing up to her.

The sweat-shiny, cum-slathered Latina jumped with joy beside Tomboy, who dropped to her knees. So weak. She was barely able to lift her head, much less her arms. Then Puritan, Vixen, and Puma joined them, all naked and handcuffed.

Tomboy crawled over to Danny, the closest man, dug through his pockets, and found a handcuff key. It wasn’t easy, being so exhausted and frail, but Tomboy finally unlocked Gloriosa’s handcuffs. The Latina took the key and finished the job.

“Well done, Tomboy,” Gloriosa said.

The other women hugged her over and over, before they dispersed to secure the unconscious slavers. She watched them work, and then started to salvage what they could of their costumes. No one wanted to deal with the cops buck naked.

Tomboy grinned. I can’t wait to see Kelly’s face when I tell her what a hero I was tonight. I’m a better super heroine than she ever was. That will probably break her spirit completely.