The Chosen, Part 3
By Madcat
A sexy young blonde defends the world from evil.


David moved thru the old motel cautiously. He could sense the evil here. None
of Irene's glamours worked on his less receptive mind. The male saw nothing
but a cold, old wood building. He worked his way thru the kitchen, into the
deserted lobby and up the stairs. The door to room 208 was open. David
ventured in, ready for anything.

Except what he saw. Jen was there, naked and beautiful in the bed with two
others. One was a tall brunette, the other looked to be a man but David
couldn't be sure due to his position under the two women. The buxom
cheerleader sat on his face softly caressing the other woman who parked on the
man's torso. It was painfully clear that the gals enjoyed each other more than
they did the male.

Witchcraft! It had to be. They had been there less than 20 minutes. Jen might
have been a little fast and loose, but this was ridiculous. David approached
from behind the brunette, her muscular back flexing as the woman enjoyed a big
event. His hand shot out to her left shoulder, pinching the nerve controlling
her heart-lung function. The big brunette passed out and rolled off the bed
with a loud thump.

Everything seemed to change in the room in that instant. Irene's two young
lovers woke up as if from a long dream, or in Jon's case, a nightmare. They
immediately felt cold and the biting shame of unwanted sexuality. Jennifer
covered her nudity with surprising innocence and dismounted her struggling
boyfriend. He had even more issues to deal with.

David threw the lad his long coat. They had to get out of there. He could
sense the approaching danger. "Put it on." he ordered the boy in the white
leotard.

Jen leapt out of bed, using her arm to cover her plentiful chest. "What
happened? Was I, was I, you know ... " she knew too but didn't want to believe
it.

"You were." The older man replied matter of factly. "Witchcraft. I told you to
be careful."

Well that explained it then, her eyes roaming over the statuesque beauty
sleeping at her feet. The woman was magnificent. Jen remembered the feel of
her firm bosom, the taste of her nipple in her mouth ... "What are we to do
with her?"

"Its judgment day for this one." David replied, helping the mortified Jon into
his coat. He made a move towards Irene. But a female hand came out, baring her
ripe breasts.

"No, wait. Take her back with us. She has some explaining to do." The buxom
little blonde ordered.

Sensing ulterior motives and perhaps a little jealous, David pushed her hand
away. "She's a witch, she's dangerous, she has to die."

The naked girl grabbed his shirt threateningly. "Remember who's in charge
here. Or do you need another lesson." Jen hissed with unexpected vigor. "Tie
her hands."

David complied, not wanting another lesson in girl power. He tied Irene
securely and wrapped her in a blanket. The male carried her downstairs with
the others following. Jen was back in her jeans while poor Jon made do with
the long coat. David opened the front door and got a gun butt to the stomach.
The Sons of Darkness had arrived.

The male doubled over, dropping his female cargo. His attacker, a man in tight
black armor, blasted him across the head with his makeshift club. The blow
would have killed a normal man. David fell.

Next on the scene was the buxom blonde. The Dark Son looked up just in time to
get a front kick to the gas mask. It lifted his black body up into the air and
down on the soldier behind him. They went sprawling like bowling pins. Another
black clad man moved up and traded punches with the bodacious little chosen.
Despite her size disadvantage and obvious feminine charms, she outclassed him
in both speed and strength. Blocking his ineffectual attacks, Jen drove the
evil male back with hard blows to the body and face. she finished him with
another front kick, throwing the stupefied Son of Darkness back into a bush.

Then strong hands seized her from behind. Jen struggle but this guy's hands
felt like iron shackles.

"Got her!" Shade boasted. She did seem amazingly strong for such a small girl.

Thomas helped his men to their feet as he ordered the helicopter in for a
landing. "Get those two on the chopper." He ordered his boys. Then he went to
Jennifer.

"So you are it, eh?" the male hissed, lifting up the girl's chin and gazing
into her come hither eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Jen demanded, ceasing her struggles and biding her
time.

"Thomas Redding, at your service, ma'am." He said, watching his men load the
two unconscious bodies. One stayed at the chopper. The other two came jogging
back. They needed witnesses for this part.

"Well, Thomas, maybe we can work something out." She replied, sticking out her
nipple hard chest. These were just men after all.

"I'm sure we will, miss." The man said, winking at his friend. They would have
a good old time with this Chosen before they killed her.

"Get her on the chopper too. No mistakes this time." Thomas ordered his men
and stepped out of his way.

Shade released the girl a full second too soon. That was all it took to
unleash the female storm. He got an instant back fist for the trouble. Shade
stumbled back, cursing. It hurt like hell. He wasn't acting.

One Dark Son went flying off the raised patio for the second time, the victim
of a female side kick. The other male demon reacted quickly, punching the girl
in the side of the head. But the blow did nothing but make her angry. She
kneed this one in the balls and then lambasted the man with palm strike
sending him crashing thru the double doors.

Jen did a back flip off the patio and ran like the wind. The victim of her
first kick raised his rifle, a 20mm cannon and ordered up high explosive
rounds. His finger squeezed the trigger. Thomas deflected the barrel just in
time.

"No, you fool. Father wants her alive and unhurt." He chastised the black clad
commando. Thomas took his rifle and said, "Leave her to us. Get those two over
to the church and present them to Father. And call in another chopper for us.
Now move it."

Shade helped the other wounded soldier up. The man ran back to the chopper
holding his nuts.

"One down, one to go." Shade said to his boss as their ride left. He had a new
respect for Thomas. His plan seemed to be working.

"She's mine, Shade. I get to kill her." The taller man replied. Then he spoke
to his computerized gun. "Net rounds."

Jen jogged around the side of the hotel, her mind searching for a plan. Her
big jugs bounced with every step. Why didn't she take the time to put her bra
on earlier, the Chosen asked herself. She stopped to watch the helicopter take
off. Surely, they wouldn't just leave her here. The girl ducked into the
kitchen entrance. If she could make it to the SUV out front, then she could do
something. Jen just didn't know what at this point.

She emerged from the kitchen into the ballroom. This was the place from her
nightmare. In the middle lay the sorcerer's circle where Jon had been vilely
penetrated. Candles burned in a concentric ring, adding to the supernatural
ambiance. Jen walked over to it quietly. She still didn't really believe in
magic.

"Hello there, princess." Came a deep, male voice from behind her.

The buxom blonde spun to face the male who had held her earlier. He took off
his leather jacket.

"Its not too late. If you leave now, I promise not to kick your ass." Jennifer
challenged. The man was massive, muscular and mean. Yet, she felt no fear.

He ripped off his shirt, baring a dark, rippling male torso. "I have been
looking forward to this sweetheart. I have never lost a fight. And I'm not
going to start with a pipsqueak little girl." Shade replied, flexing his
massive bicep.

Jennifer just laughed at his pathetic display of macho bullshit. She took off
her tee shirt, revealing a pair of totally female D-cups in stark contrast to
his masculine display. "Blah - Blah - Blah. Come get some." The girl laughed
at her giant foe, her brown nipples mocking his manliness.

He did just that, unable to take the mortal teasing. Shade charged the topless
Chosen bitch, mixing it up with a series of kicks and punched.

She got in the all important first blow but the kick seemed to bounce off
Shade's 6-pack abs. His return kick didn't. It struck the girl in soft flank.
She cringed in agony and the Nubian godlike male punished her with an overhead
right. It flattened the little bitch. She was no better than the rest of the
so-called Chosen.

Pain surging thru her young body, the topless fighter rolled to her hands and
knees. She certainly didn't feel very Chosen at that point. The girl looked
down at her boobs, dangling like giant grapefruit from her chest.

Shade picked her up one handed by the back of her jeans and carried the nubile
young vixen over to a nearby table. There he plopped her face down. Thomas
might get to kill her, but Shade had dibs on her other treats. He yanked at
the back of her jeans, ripping the tough denim fabric like so much paper. Her
pants fell to the floor as Shade dropped his own.

The buxom blonde didn't resist as he flipped her over. She spread her short,
stout legs as if inviting him into her. It didn't matter who they were,
bitches were just bitches. They were born to serve men, especially a perfect
one like Shade. He reached down to rip the Chosen's string panties from her
luscious loins, but the girl grabbed his wrist. Shade reflexively tried to
break free but her grip felt like iron.

"Ah - Ah - Ah, you should always ask first. Didn't your mama ever teach you
that?" The busty blonde asked as her right foot came up in a wide arc and
blasted the male on the chin.

Suddenly Shade found himself in a remarkably bad way. Her surprise kick sent
him flying backwards. But the pants around his ankles made it impossible to
compensate. Arms flailing, the Son of Darkness fell on his naked ass.

Just as the supple female fighter used the momentum from the kick to land on
her pretty little feet. She wasted no time with another kick, hitting Shade in
the face, knocking the male champion back, face down on the floor. He didn't
move as the girl stripped him naked. This guy was quite a specimen, the girl
thought, looking at his well rounded ass.

While she liked his rear view, Jen found the flip side even more impressive.
Shade rolled to his feet, exposing himself fully to the bosomy blonde. His
creator had truly endowed him. It stood full, hard and high, easily the
biggest she had ever seen. For a moment the girl wondered if she was woman
enough to take him.

The rest of his body was even more perfect. The man carried almost no fat,
giving his muscles the hard, striated look. He possessed ideal proportions, a
V-shaped torso and unmatched virility. The soft candlelight seemed to shimmer
off his glistening body. Jen inadvertently licked her lips.

Shade picked up on this immodest behavior and it scared him, casting the first
of many doubts his way. He was a man to be feared, not loved, and certainly
not pursued. Yet, the female still showed no apprehension. Instead, she
radiated power, confidence, and feminine eroticism. Being stripped naked
didn't help matters either. Shade carried his massive erection like a burden
and it added to his sense of vulnerability.

"Wow, that's one you don't see every day." The panty clad blonde blurted out.

He attacked again, ready and willing to wipe the superior grin off her face.
This wasn't a good versus evil thing anymore. It was a man versus woman
showdown. The scene looked almost comical, the muscular black man seriously
battling a white girl half his size, but they both understood what was at
stake.

His punch streaked over her pretty little head as she ducked. He followed up
with quick back fist hoping to catch his sexy foe off guard but she blocked
that too. It left them standing flank to flank, the girl's supple little arm
defying the man's much larger one.

The buxom teen struck back with brutal efficiency. She slammed her left into
his exposed kidney. Shade cried out in pain as he arched back reflexively. The
female assault continued with a chop to the side of his followed by a swift
kick to the butt. It caught the male off balance and sent him flying.

Many think the male body is designed for combat but the sex organ definitely
is not. Shade found this out the hard way as his 250 lb body crashed into a
nearby by table. The violence of the impact shook the room and scattered the
chairs in close proximity. His very potent male spear led the charge like a
crusading knight and took the brunt of the damage.

Shade picked himself up in obvious distress, his hands clutching his wounded
manhood.

Jennifer walked over, her D-cups stuck out ever so proudly. The brawny, black
male retreated, making the scene even funnier than before.

"Ah, did I hurt the big tuff guy?" she cooed, her hands on those wide hips.

"Screw you." Shade replied defiantly. But that was all he could muster. The
momentum had shifted to the female.

"Maybe, if you play your cards right." The buxom blonde teased him with a
punch to his stomach. It grazed his thick love muscle on the way in.

He made no move to block the girl punch, expecting little to no damage. But
this one surprised the big black dude, driving the air from his lungs and
crushing his rippling abs. Shade bent over, still clutching his manhood and
got a wicked little uppercut to the chin. The male went sprawling back,
finally releasing his big cock.

POW! BIFF! BAM! Jen blasted the male with a series of punches. Evading his
weakening defense, the buxom blonde drove her faltering foe back. She finished
hard with a side kick to his face. It sent the nude man crashing into the
wall.

Shade bounced off and launched a desperate right at the oncoming beauty. The
Chosen bitch plucked it out of the air, catching his meaty fist. He responded
with a left and got much the same result.

Holding both his fists, the girl started to squeeze. And bend. And twist.
Amazingly, Jennifer forced the much larger Son of Darkness to his knees. This
put his face right at breast height.

"Submit to me." The busty cheerleader ordered, her stiff nipple poking the
male in the face.

The male was about to reply when a large explosion rocked the ballroom. Jen
didn't even have time to spin about when the net round plastered her body into
Shades and nailed them both to the wall. Thomas fired an extra round, just to
be sure.

"Para-aramid fibers, titanium hooks, quite effective. Wouldn't you agree? We
make them by the way." The boss said with a gleam of satisfaction.

Jen struggled but the more she did, the more those para-aramid fibers cut into
her luscious skin. "Not bad." The buxom gal admitted. Her soft breasts mashed
against Shade's face.

"Get me out of here." The black man protested.

"I don't think so." Thomas disagreed. "You got your ass kicked by a girl. We
probably need a new champion." One that doesn't know of my betrayal, he
thought to himself. The leader set his bulky gun down and pulled out a hand
grenade. Approaching from the side, the man showed it to his female nemesis.

"You know what this is?" He asked her.

"No, but I get the idea you are dying to tell me." The nubile teen replied.

"Its going to be such a shame to kill you." Thomas admitted as he ran his
index finger between her legs.

"We could make other arrangements."

He chuckled. "Sorry, but this ends here. This is a white phosphorus grenade.
It burns anything it touches at 1000C. Very nasty. I'm just going to pull the
pin, place it at your feet and walk away. In ten seconds, both of you will be
human torches. In an hour, this whole place will be gone and you with it.
Goodbye Jennifer."

The Son of Darkness pulled the pin. Then he heard a strange voice.

"High Explosive!" the kid ordered and the computer responded by locking in a
new clip.

Thomas whirled around to see some dumb ass in a girl's leotard holding his
computerized Infantry Assault Weapon. The first round blew out his stomach, a
near fatal wound even for his super human body. The next exploded in his
chest, a mortal wound by any standard. The third shot entered his head and
turned his brain into a red mist, instant rag doll. Thomas fell to the ground
along with his active grenade.

Nine.

Jen watched it touch her naked foot. She had no idea who just blew Thomas
away. Could it be her beloved David?

Eight.

Uh-oh. If that grenade goes off, then she's toast. Shade started to struggle,
causing her much discomfort from the para-aramid fibers.

Seven.

The girl tried to pull away but got just a biting pain up and down her hard
body.

Six.

She decided that the pain was better than being turned to toast.

Five.

Her left arm tore free, pulling the hooks from the weaker plaster.

Four.

The rest of the hooks gave way in rapid succession.

Three.

She grabbed the grenade and tossed it towards the north wall.

Two.

Jen dove to the ground, landing on her pillowy breasts.

One.

Boom. The grenade exploded with a deafening roar followed by searing heat. The
three survivors scampered out of the burning room and to the SUV.

"Get in the back seat!" she ordered the giant male. He meekly followed her
command, his giant pole leading the way.

Then she turned to her boyfriend and kissed him. He had dropped the gun in the
ballroom and lost David's coat before that. But the kid kissed her eagerly,
pressing his own stiff dick against her simmering young body.

"Thanks. You did great back there." She said, holding his weak body close to
her.

"What's happening?" Jon asked.

"I'll explain it in the car." The buxom gal replied, eying his leotard. "I
hate to ask but do you think we could switch clothes?"

"Yeah, sure, if you help me get out of this thing. I have been trying for
hours." The boy answered. He tried to get the zipper behind his back but
couldn't quite reach.

She helped him and gave her boyfriend her panties. Much to her surprise, he
slipped them on with out question. Jen got into the leotard and Jon zipped her
up. They fit her voluptuous bod surprisingly well.

"Where are we going now?" the panty clad boy asked.

"We'll find out. Drive. The keys are in the glove box." She ordered, giving
him a peck on the cheek.

It was clear to Jon that she was in command now. He jumped in the front seat,
eager to be out of the chilly fall weather. Jen watched his cute butt all the
way before getting in the back with Shade. Her hand immediately sought out his
giant manhood.

"Now, you are going to tell me where to find Tzarkhan." The busty little
cheerleader demanded, squeezing the man authoritatively.

Unfortunately for the ancient demon, the male champion knew a lot and he was
suddenly in the mood to talk amongst other things.

Jen rode all the way to Chicago with one nude superman and another boy in
panties. By Denver, the buxom lass got the chance to see if she was woman
enough for Shade. They did it the back seat with the girl on top, her young
but full bosom pressed in his face. Tzarkhan had just lost another son to the
beautiful female.

It took a full day to get to Chicago. They all slept and drove in shifts,
covering the distance as fast as humanly possible. The Sons of Darkness were
in complete disarray. Jen wanted to take advantage of that. Moreover, she had
the big guy in her crosshairs. Given a chance, they would move him. This was a
perfect opportunity to rid the world of evil once and for all. They parked in
front of the old church. Shade got ready to leave the SUV.

"You're not going." Jen told him.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going alone. This is my job. Just keep this thing warm and ready for me."
Jen replied, bending over and kissing his massive shaft. Both males had
hard-ons for most of the long trip.

"Its suicide. You'll be outnumbered 100 to 1."

"I have the advantage of surprise, plus a couple of other secret weapons." She
answered, cupping her huge bosom. The girl's nipples were already hard as
rocks giving her an over-powering feminine appearance in the sexy white
leotard.

"Watch out for the Chaplains."

"What are they?" she asked, touching his huge thing. Jen had played with it
off and on since Denver. It was like a huge chocolate candy bar to the little
nymph.

"Mystical warriors who guard the Father. More demon than man. They are said to
be invincible."

By this time the black man made some strange noises and he quivered slightly.
Little Jennifer loved this, the power to control the biggest, baddest males.
It was fun to kick their asses too, but this was even better. She pumped him
slowly, tweaking his bulbous head like a master musician. His muscles suddenly
jerked and Shade sprayed himself with his seed.

Jon watched all of this with passive disinterest. Much to his shame, he wasn't
much interested in Jennifer anymore. His heart went out to a more demanding
woman, a magical woman, a woman of unearthly beauty and proportions. And he
knew she was close by. He looked down at his throbbing penis covered by the
white cotton panties. Soon. Very Soon.

She kissed Shade on the cheek and made for the front door of the building. It
looked much like any other gothic styled church from the outside. But Jen
could feel the evil heart beating inside of it. The busty teen opened the
front door and eagerly stepped inside, the shear nylon leotard providing
little protection from the chill night air.

It looked normal at first. Warm. Safe. Inviting. Two sets of pews lined each
side and in the middle stood a great crucifix. But as the very buxom babe
stepped forward the illusion disintegrated under her pure gaze (and perhaps,
brazen femininity). The pews disappeared, the crucifix turned upside down and
a sulfurous stench filled the air. This was definitely the right place. She
jiggled into the middle of the room, ready for anything.

Fortunately, the blessed babe had not long to wait. The floor came alive with
foul magicks, ancient runes, and shimmering lights. Seven males appeared on
all sides of her, blocking both retreat and advance.

The men looked strange, not like the virile Sons of Darkness she had
encountered so far. These guys were small, almost effeminate, with long black
hair and slender limbs. The only reason Jen knew their sex was because they
were completely nude.

"How dare you come here." The one directly in front said.

"We will destroy you." Said another.

"You will die!" One more chimed in.

This is getting a little monotonous, she thought to herself. "Lets go,
wussies." The girl said dropping into a karate stance.

The boys charged and something mighty strange happened. They seemed to get
smaller as they approached her overtly feminine body, while Jennifer seemed to
grow. By the time the first one came to with in range, the girl totally filled
her leotard and her muscles bulged like a female body builder.

Meanwhile, the poor little fellow ended up a foot smaller than her. Staring
into her overflowing bosom, he seemed perplexed by this odd transformation.
Then the mighty female kicked him in the face and the skinny little man went
flying. The battle was on.

Two guys grabbed her arms, another jumped on her back. But it wasn't enough.
The men just didn't have the strength to oppose her. Jen reached back and
flipped the first one over her head, virtually ignoring the guys clinging to
her arms. She tossed him 20 feet single handedly.

Her attention then focused on the other two, one on each side. The busty babe
picked both up by their necks and held them for a moment with their feet
dangling off the ground. Then she casually smashed them together. Jen felt
like an invincible giantess.

To prove her point, the next man hit her stomach with a leaping side kick. His
body seemed to crumple on impact as if he hit a steel woman. She barely even
felt the blow.

Before the buxom teen could finish the guy off, another man came up and hit
her with a series of punches aimed at her kidneys. His blows bounced
harmlessly off her super dense muscles. The girl turned slowly, letting the
pathetic little man continue his barrage on her midsection. She put her hand
on her powerful hips and laughed as he hit her.

The man finally figured it out. His punches stopped and he looked up at her
atop those dominating breasts. Jen picked him up by the neck and punched the
little man in the stomach. Then she dropped him.

One man to beat. He staggered back, studying the field of broken male bodies.
"How could you do this? How could you defeat the Chaplains?"

It struck Jen as somehow odd as well. These invincible men had proven to be
little more than children compared to her. She felt her spirit powers growing
at their expense. This place was not of the physical world. It warped and
changed due to outside influences. That was why she had been chosen. Her
female essence and will alone had destroyed this bastion of male power. Only
she could rid the world of this pestilence.

"Its because I'm a woman." Jen declared to herself. She grabbed the man head
and held it to her great bosom. "Can't you see it?"

He gingerly reached out with his tongue towards her huge throbbing nipple.

"Kiss it, gently." The Chosen admonished. He did so, relishing the feel of the
nylon covered nipple.

"Kiss the other one." She ordered, bending the evil Chaplain to her will.
Tzarkhan had just lost another son.

"Take me to your master." Jen commanded. He did so eagerly, an erection
bobbing excitedly between his legs.

They proceeded down some stairs into a horrific yet humongous hall way. It
didn't seem to physically fit under the church, but young Jennifer had already
come to understand that such things no longer mattered. Horrific murals and
blasphemous statues lined the walls and high ceiling. Rotting skeletons lay
scattered on the floor. This place really needed a maid. They came to an iron
double door.

"You must knock to gain entrance. Tzarkhan lay on the other side." The naked
male explained.

A wind suddenly gusted and blew the doors open. It left the chaplain quivering
in fear.

She turned and patted the little man on the head. "Go. Leave this place and
never come back."

Jen turned and entered Tzarkhan's lair. The great doors shut behind her. It
was just him versus her now. The Chosen finally got a shot at the Prince of
Darkness.

And it wasn't what Jennifer expected. Her big breasts heaving, she entered the
room in a karate stance. The place was huge and luxuriously appointed. In the
center stood a large, raised dais. At the end she could make out a large
throne.

"Hello," came a voice from behind her. It sounded sweet like honey.

The girl about jumped out of her leotard. How had he gotten behind her? She
spun around, ready for the final combat, and found herself staring at one of
the most beautiful men ever. The word man didn't really cover it from a gender
perspective. This guy didn't just look like Brad Pitt. He looked like Brad
Pitt and Angelina Jolie rolled into one perfect person. Tall and slender,
strong yet sexy, Tzarkhan exuded sensuality and beauty. His silky smooth skin
and supple curves hinted at the feminine, while lean muscles and a bulging
velvet thong projected masculinity.

But his strongest appeal was that of innocence. He looked pure as the golden
sun and his soulful eyes could disarm the stoutest warrior.

"I'm very happy to see you." He continued.

"Happy to see me?" Jen shot back, ready to pounce. He, no it, was just out of
range.

"Of course I am. I knew you would come to me."

"To kill you. To rid the world ... " she started, her come hither eyes dancing
over the male's scantily clad body.

"Really? Do you really believe that nonsense? We were meant to be together.
You know that. Search your heart."

"You're full of bull ... " the buxom babe countered. But her fighting posture
had already given way to a relaxed, hands on hips, one.

"I think not. Together, we rule this crummy old rock. It would end the Forever
War and we could have whatever we wanted, from now until forever."

"Whatever we wanted, eh? Like never ending shopping?" she asked, staring up
into his crystal blue eyes.

"Even better," the demon replied. He came in and lithely took her arm. Jen
didn't fight him. "Let me show you. What do you want right now?"

"A bath. I feel kind of yucky." The bosomy teen replied. She seemed to have
trouble thinking, her mind suddenly seemed confused.

"Voila," Tzarkhan announced, waving his hand. A pool appeared in the concrete
floor. "Try it."

"OK," sweet little Jennifer replied. She unzipped the leotard and stepped into
the waist deep water.

It felt perfect on her smooth skin. The smell of roses filled her nose. Jen
ducked down into the sweet water, letting it erase the pain and hurt of so
many battles, not to mention dirt and sweat. She arose, reborn. The water ran
in rivulets down the great valley of her bosom.

He came to her now, holding the voluptuous teen from behind, his firm member
pressing her hard body. "See, my love, together anything is possible." The
Dark Prince whispered in her ear.

His hands traveled up her flat stomach to her very full breasts, caressing and
kneading their exquisite softness. She moaned, her back arched and Jen's hand
went to his neck in confirmation of his advance. "Anything?" the busty babe
moaned.

"Anything," he confirmed, his hands working magic on her breasts.

She turned slowly to face him. Wordlessly, the wanton wench grabbed his thong
and ripped it from his loins. Tzarkhan was harder than a virgin on prom night.
She touched it gingerly, rubbing a hand down the potent shaft. He lacked
Shade's extreme size, but seemed better proportioned. Perfectly proportioned,
Jen thought heatedly. It was beautiful. The male thing seemed to shine in the
dimly lit room.

Gently, Tzarkhan bent her over the edge of the pool, ready to fulfill his
destiny. The girl had arrived in his lair brimming with power. She possessed
the strength to destroy everything he had worked for. But there was one thing
she could not contend with. Earth girls were so easy. The male entered her,
parting Jen's lips like the Red Sea.

Jon entered the church quickly. The giant black man followed close behind.

"She said to wait in the car!" Shade insisted. He stopped in shock as he
entered the vestibule. Inside lay the Chaplains, utterly destroyed. He saw
their true nature: huge, hairy beasts, more monster than man, scattered about
the floor like broken dolls.

The panty-clad boy picked his way thru the devastation, ignoring the other
male. He seemed to know where he was going. Shade followed him thru some side
doors and into a small annex. This was where they kept the female sacrifices
before giving them to Father. Two black clad Sons of Darkness challenged Jon
immediately.

"Where do you think you are going?" the guard hissed thru his gas mask. His
buddy was laughing. Both guys carried those huge guns.

The laughter stopped as soon as Shade entered the hallway. Both men looked at
their boss. He was nude and the other guy wore girl's panties, but weird
goings-on happened a lot. "Sir." Both Sons of Darkness acknowledged.

Shade ignored them as his mind searched for answers. He caught sight of Irene,
naked, and manacled to the far wall. Duck tape covered her mouth but it was
her huge breasts that capture his attention. The guards had placed her in a
position where they could keep a keen eye of her statuesque body.

"Toss the kid in the cell with the witch. Let Father decide his fate." The
muscleman declared. Shade's loyalties were divided; all he knew at this point
was that he wanted to be on the winning side.

"Yes, sir." The guards replied, throwing the kid in with the wicked witch and
slamming the bars behind him.

Jon approached Irene with almost religious awe. With her arms spread and
shackled, she did resemble a sacred icon. Of course, any similarity ended
there. Her mouth was taped but she seemed to be speaking to him.

"My mouth, take away the tape." Her voice said, sweet and seductive, inside
his head.

The guards laughed as they watched the witless boy, half expecting him to fall
to his knees and worship the bitch. It took a second for them to recognize the
danger as the kid removed the duck tape. The pure malevolence in her blue eyes
triggered their response.

"High explosive!" they said in unison. It took seemingly forever for the
rounds to load.

Click! They were locked and loaded, but neither seemed able to pull the
trigger. The bitch started to speak, gaining Shade's attention as he walked
out the door, intent on finding some clothes. He turned around just in time to
see his men turn on each other. Their guns opened fire. The result was a huge
mess.

Shade ran for a gun as the girl released her manacles. He grabbed it and
leveled the 20mm cannon at the buxom brunette at the same time the door to her
cell swung open due to some unseen magic.

"Shade, you wouldn't shoot an unarmed girl, would you?" Irene noted.

"Try me." He snorted, but the male held his fire.

"So, how did you fare against cute little Jennifer?" the buxom brunette asked,
folding her arms across her enormous breasts.

"I - I - I ... "

"You lost, didn't you? Pathetic. Wait 'til Tzarkhan hears of it." She taunted
him.

Using Father's true name always elicited the worst from his sons. "Shut up,
bitch." Shade snarled.

"Perhaps you'd care to make me. Or are you afraid to fight girls now?"

"Just you and me? Man on man? No sorcery?" He said, his manhood twitching
nervously at the thought of more erotic combat.

"Just you and me. Man on woman. No sorcery." Irene answered, dropping into a
fighting stance.

"Unload." The male said, tossing the gun aside. "Time to die, bitch."

He was at least half right.

"Slow down, Tzarkhan. Make it last." Jen moaned as she disengaged from her
lover. He looked shocked and hurt by her declaration. But the girl meant no
disrespect. She sat on the edge of the pool, spread her legs and guided him
back in. His hands once again found her heavenly breasts.

He wanted to kill her now as he did with anyone using his true name in his
presence. Jen didn't know it, but she had just given him an order. By using
his true name, it became a command he could not refuse. And Tzarkhan didn't
abide by such things. But neither could he kill her, not for some months in
any case.

The male moved slowly into her hot wetness causing the buxom babe to quiver
with delight. He fought his natural urges and did the girl slow and hard,
causing an immediate female climax with many more to follow.

David watched in disbelief as the gorgeous witch whipped the Dark Champion. It
was like the man never had a chance. Every time he would advance, the male
kissed the bottom of Irene's foot. Her kicks seemed to appear out of nowhere
and with power beyond male comprehension. Soon Shade was staggering under the
blows. His only muscle still working was his penis. It stood at full
attention, miraculously spared the beating the rest of his body endured.

The naked woman suddenly went on the offensive, blasting her male foe back
into the bars of David's cage with her iron fists. Then her leg shot up. It
caught Shade by the throat, pinning the hapless male to the cage by his neck.
David risked a glance at her glorious pussy as the other man died. She caught
him.

"Its not polite to stare." The buxom witch said with a hypnotic smile. She
didn't move though, keeping her leg raised for his erotic enjoyment as she
crushed the life out of the other male.

"Get me out of here, please!" David part asked, part begged.

"Are you going to help me?" Irene asked, suspecting that he had ruined her
fiendish plan.

"How?" she seemed perfectly capable of taking care of herself. David had no
illusions of his chances against her.

"Your little slut from Kansas is ... "

"Oklahoma." He corrected.

"Wherever! She is about to destroy the world."

"How?" the male asked, still inspecting her pretty little pussy.

"Tzarkhan is about to impregnate her. If she has his baby, it Armageddon
time."

"She can't get pregnant. She's on the pill." David replied. At least that's
what she told him!!!

"Like that matters to a demon, you idiot. Will you help me?" she said,
touching his door. It swung open as the Amazon entered.

He got the impression it was help or die. Not liking door #2, David opted for
the first choice. "Yes I will."

She smiled and crossed her left arm under those giant tits. She brought her
right index finger down across his clothes. Glowing with green fire, it acted
like a mini-buzz saw, cutting off his shirt, pants and underwear in short
order.

Naked, David exclaimed, "What was that for?" He already regretted his earlier
decision.

She grabbed his thickening dick with both hands and stepped close enough so
that her hard, pokey nipples teased his. "After this little rumble, I might
just take you as a pet." Irene joked.

Like right, just let me go, the male thought. She spoke some ancient words and
his manacles popped open. But the girl still held him with both hands.

"Well? Are we just going to stand here and fondle all day?" David asked
sarcastically.

"What do think of my little pet idea?"

"That's cool." He mumbled.

Irene released him and turned to her more humble servant. "Give me your
panties." The buxom girl commanded. Her boy complied slavishly. She donned the
panties and strode out of the room with two naked and highly aroused men in
tow.

By that time both erstwhile lovers had reached a fever pitch. Moaning and
groaning, their bodies moved as one, a perfect union, at least until the knock
at the door.

BONG! BONG! BONG!

The noise cut into Jen like a sword. She stopped. "What is it?"

"Don't - worry - my love. Its - nothing." The male moaned as he approached
ecstasy.

"It's the door." The buxom young cheerleader duly observed. She did some of
her best work on her back.

"I - know - that."

"Its David out there." She said, remembering his name for the first time since
entering Tzarkhan's lair. Making that emotional attachment caused a huge
ripple effect thru the demonic reality.

He began to change, losing the beautiful human aura and changing into a 4
armed monster ... Jennifer recoiled in horror, pushing away from the awful
truth.

"My love." Tzarkhan spoke. He didn't just didn't get it yet.

Her foot to his stomach kind of convinced him. Jen kicked the nude male with
all of her considerable might, tossing the poor old demon across the pool. He
rose to his full 8 ft height, his four arms flexing. Tzarkhan battled to
control his raging temper. He didn't take rejection well.

The super chick swung into full combat mode, stepping up and delivering a heel
to the tall guy's exposed midsection. It hit hard, doubling the beast over.
Jen jumped on his back, forcing the giant face down in the pool.

Tzarkhan possessed many super human powers. Breathing water was not one of
them. The girl straddled his obscene body as she held him under. He thrashed
wildly at first but the buxom Chosen held firm, pushing the weakening male
deeper and deeper into the water.

"So, miss smarty pants, what are we going to do now?" David challenged the big
chested brunette.

She interrupted her charm of opening to confront the little man. Irene stood
but an inch taller than David. With her lustrous black hair, strong shoulders
and massive breasts, he looked scrawny by comparison.

"At least I'm wearing some." The witch said in reference to the tight white
panties bracketing her loins. "When we get done here, I'm going to put you
over my knee and teach you manners."

David's manhood somehow grew an extra inch or two in anticipation of the
chastisement. It was as if the female domination would make him manlier. They
both stared at his impossibly hard and long cock. Thoughts and strength of
will again twisted reality in this strange, unearthly place.

The great doors began to open, interrupting David's bizarre flirtation. They
all braced for the upcoming battle. But instead of a great demon emerging, a
cute little blonde emerged wearing a white leotard.

"What happened?" David said, running to her. He tried to embrace his lover but
she neither wanted nor needed his affection. Jen held him at arm's length.

"He's dead." The girl replied, her face stoic. She was tired of fighting,
tired of the death, tired of naked men with erections. It was over now.

"You killed him, you killed the Prince of Darkness?" Irene asked in
bewilderment. No pom-pom girl could do this.

"He's over there." Jen said, pointing.

David and his buxom mistress waltzed over and inspected the huge mottled body
in the pool. "She wasn't lying." David admitted. He had waited his whole life
for this but somehow it did not feel right.

Irene shook her pretty face in complete disbelief. It just wasn't possible.
Tzarkhan had been the ticket to a better life. All of that was ruined now. A
small tear rolled down her cheek. "I don't understand. How could that little
bimbo kill him?" the buxom brunette sobbed.

"Life's a bitch. Speaking of which, where's Jennifer?" he asked.

"She left." Jon explained almost emotionlessly.

"I better go find her." David said, spinning around.

The witch grabbed him by the hair. "Not so fast lover-boy. Lets go try out
that throne over their first."

"What are you going to do?" the male asked nervously, his big dick on full
display.

"I think you know." Irene replied, whacking his bare bottom. David grew
another 2 inches on the spot. She would make a man out of him yet.

Nine months later, Jennifer held her swaddling little baby in her arms. They
were in an old hospital in a part of the country that time had forgotten. He
looked so cute, so beautiful, just like his father. She had listed him as
unknown on the birth certificate.

A nurse breezed in the room, her face a mask of concern. "You know honey, the
hospital can get you a good adoption agency. They could place your boy in a
good Christian home." The older woman offered.

"Not on your life." Jennifer hissed.

Something told the nurse that the girl meant just that. She frowned and left
the mom and baby alone.

"Nobody's going to take you from me, sweetheart. We'll go where they can never
find us." The blonde replied, nuzzling the babe to her bountiful bosom.