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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 18

“This is not looking good,” Vixen said.

She was down on one knee to Tomboy’s left. Puma knelt to her right. She hid in the dark night shadow just off Harry Hines Boulevard. Red light central in Dallas. They’d be hovering around for almost three hours looking for any sign of Puritan’s alter ego. They all knew her secret persona on sight.

“Three redheads, but none of them are Annie,” Puma said, sounding defeated. “This is bad. It’s been a full week since she’d last been seen. I’m starting to think whoever snatched her has sold her overseas.”

“Would that be worse than forced into prostitution right here?” Tomboy asked.

“Probably not physically, but emotionally I think so,” Vixen said. “She’s being sexually used and abused no matter who ultimately bought her, but at least here she’d be surrounded by English speaking people. Annie might be in a place where she can’t understand what anyone’s saying. I just can’t imagine.”

Tomboy turned her attention back to the whores on parade. They’d been there for over three hours that night. And it wasn’t the first night they staked out that particular red light district in the last week. Looking for Puritan was boring her out of her friggin’ mind!

“There he is,” Puma whispered, every syllable dripping with scorn. “Suspect number one. Nas XXX. He loves to buy and sell girls.”

The pimp stood a good six foot ten and powerfully built. There was nothing flamboyant about Nas XXX. He looked like a gangbanger in Tomboy’s mind, wearing a white “wife beater” and jeans. She’d been told that he purchased the original Tomboy early in her first year as a super heroine, before she was a FEM Fighter. So Jessica looked upon him with favor.

He’ll do just fine, she thought.

Another five very tough looking young men followed the pimp on his rounds. They collected money from the streetwalkers, and sometimes it looked more like a shakedown. The girls all tried to avoid him, but he caught them eventually. The thought of him forcing Kelly to whore herself gave Jessica the warm fuzzies.

Nas XXX rounded a corner and vanished with his little gang of thugs. Tomboy perked up. Heart racing, she licked her lips. It was time.

“Listen. I’ve been thinking,” she said. “What if that pimp has Annie stashed away? What if she’s not whoring herself because she’s fighting it? What if he has her tied up at home, working on breaking her will?”

“What if you get to your point?” Puma said.

“Let’s follow him home, go in and have a look around,” Tomboy said. “Whether he likes it or not. Even if she’s not there hassling a pimp means this night isn’t a complete bust.”

“I like it,” Vixen said. “And I really don’t like Nas XXX.”

“Dammit, sometimes even rookies have good ideas,” Puma said, and she giggled with Vixen. “Come on, Tomboy, this is your idea, so lead the way.”

Staying under the cover of darkness, the three FEM Fighters moved quickly and quietly. They circled behind the red light district, found the street Nas XXX vanished down, and hurried up that very dark residential street. The pimp and his men were not to be seen.

“No worries,” Puma said. “We’ve dealt with Nas XXX more times than any of us wish to contemplate. We know where he lives.”

Puma and Vixen led Tomboy to a small cottage. It was just two blocks from the red light district. Tomboy paused to look the place over. A single story, painted white. Large hardwoods in the front and back yards, with lots of old cars parked on the street and in the yard. Every light was on inside, and loud rap music echoed out and down the street.

“The call it the club,” Puma said.

“I thought they called it the clubhouse,” Vixen said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Tomboy said, her mind a-whirl with ideas and schemes. “It sounds like there are an awful lot of men inside.”

“Last word was Nas XXX had between twenty-five and thirty men in his gang.”

“Does the gang have a name?”

“Not that I know of,” Puma said.

“I think of them as the nasty ass pimp gang,” Vixen said. “They run girls in three red light districts around town.”

The three shapely heroines eased up to the house, using all available cover. Then they pressed against the side of the house, split up, and two of them started moving from window to window and peeking inside. Puma stayed out front as a lookout.

Tomboy found lots of young black men having a good time with a very diverse group of young women. A very good time. All of the women were naked, and most of the men. She met Vixen next to the back door.

“I didn’t see Annie anywhere,” Vixen said.

“I saw a woman who could be her, bound and blindfolded and sitting in a chair,” Tomboy said. Vixen became excited. “She’s just inside the back door. You want to see if we can snatch her?”

“We’ll never get her untied and out of there without being seen.”

Tomboy smiled. “She’s sitting alone in a small room. No one is around.”

“I should call Puma.”

“Or we could surprise her,” Tomboy said, grinning. “It’ll be awesome.”

“You’re a little crazier than the first Tomboy,” Vixen said. “I kind of like it.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Tomboy headed for the door. She tested the knob, finding it unlocked. Of course, what did a bunch of gangbangers have to fear? Easing the door open on creaking hinges, she waved for Vixen to follow. They entered the small kitchen. She hesitated, wondering how anyone could function in a kitchen so old and out of date. It was a shock any of the appliances even worked.

The floor was linoleum, uneven, and the ugliest color of forest gold ever. The countertop was a rust color Formica, and the appliances were all avocado green. So much wrong there. So hard to ignore.

“Where is she?” Vixen whispered. “You said she was in the back.”

Tomboy nodded, and eased deeper into the house. The music was so loud the walls and floor shook. She could feel it in her chest. The blonde pointed at a closed door, a tiny smile tugging on the corners of her full red lips. An evil smile.

The pimp party raged just beyond that closed door. The door was exposed to the room beyond where all the partiers danced and banged. Tomboy stopped, heart pounding painfully in her chest. She could see a woman on her knees and sucking a cock. The amorous pair was just five feet from the closed door.

Waving Vixen up next to her, Tomboy placed her hand on the small of Vixen’s back. She pressed her lips up to the Asian heroine’s ear. Then she deftly, quickly unfastened Vixen’s FEM Belt, yanked it off her body, and whispered.

“Fuck you.”

Tomboy shoved Vixen into the brightly lit room. The FEM Fighter squeaked in alarm, stumbling forward. She tripped and fell to all fours, completely surrounded by bad men.

“Mask!”

Tomboy took off running. She raced out the back door, and then around to the front. Puma was standing on the driveway looking alert and alarmed.

“What happened?”

“Vixen thought she saw Annie, so went in after her,” Tomboy cried. “I begged her to get you first, but…”

Vixen screamed. Male voices shouted on exultation. The music continued, but angry, half-dressed men came flooding out the front and back doors.

“Run,” Puma cried.

“Not you,” Tomboy snarled, tripping the black FEM Fighter, and then quickly unfastened her FEM Belt. “Have fun, you stupid cunt.”

Tomboy used all of her super strength to race away. She heard Puma’s cries of outrage, followed by screams of distress. No one pursued Tomboy, so she circled back around to the pimp’s house. All senses on high alert, the young brunette eased back up to a side window into the living room.

“A beautiful sight,” she whispered.

Vixen was stripped to her thigh boots and mask. Nas XXX was standing in the middle of the living room, with the Asian beauty impaled on his cock. It took a moment before Tomboy realized he was sodomizing her. An incredulous expression covered her lovely face. Then another gangbanger pressed up close, and thrust up into Vixen’s pussy. The two of them double-penetrated the captured super heroine.

“They are frying her pretty little head,” she whispered.

Looking around, Tomboy found Puma in the corner. Completely naked, and missing her mask as well. A large man lay on the floor face up, with Puma forced to ride his cock. Another man stood to the side, holding her head with both hands, and fucking her face.

“Two more stuck up sluts taken out,” Tomboy said. She grinned. “One more to go.”