The Dunridge Horror, Day 1
By Madcat
It takes a woman to save the world.


Liz sat at the bench press machine ripping out rep after rep with an
astounding 150 lbs. Given that she weighed only 148 and a girl to boot, it was
quite impressive. In fact, a number of the male customers at the health club
admired every inch of her busty body.

It didn't help that she wore basically a thong leotard over a white lycra body
suit. This was Las Vegas after all and Liz was one of sin city's best
showgirls. She kept in great shape. The job demanded it. Her producers went
after a cut, muscular look. A showgirl had to be part fashion model, dancer,
stripper and body builder. But Liz loved every minute of it. Nobody did it
better.

Her mornings consisted of 4 hours of practice and rehearsals. She spent the
afternoons in the gym or at karate class. A girl couldn't be too careful in
sin city. In any case, Liz worked out every single day, honing her body into a
visage of female perfection. She stood up and examined the merchandise.

The fist thing Liz saw were two natural C cups, perfect in both size and
firmness. Contrary to popular belief, show producers almost insisted on C
sized breasts or large B's. D's were for strip clubs. Showgirls had to be
elegant and natural looking.

She then glanced over her protruding girl bumps to something hard and flat:
her stomach. Though unseen at the moment, Liz knew she had the makings of a
four pack down there. That was as far as she dared go. Producers wanted a fit
and feminine look, not a girl who looked like Arnold the Guvenator.

Her stomach led the way into slender yet female hips. She ran her right hand
down her hard, shapely ass. Here the producers wanted an ass with as much girl
muscle as possible and Liz worked hard to give them what they desired. J-Lo
would be proud of her.

Then she came to her legs. The striking brunette stood 5-10 and possessed
long, flowing legs. They were the best feature on a girl full of outstanding
features. A dancer's legs, they could be long and sexy yet strong and
dangerous at the same time.

Not bad for a 25 year old, she thought to herself. Liz was no bimbo. She knew
that age 25 made her a grizzled veteran in Las Vegas. That's when she noticed
the gawker.

He was a young man and not entirely unattractive. But his unwavering and lewd
stare was. The asshole sat across from her on an exercise bike, a perfect
position to look between her legs as she pumped out the chest presses. Gross!
Why did god make such men, she asked herself.

Not that Liz didn't appreciate a little attention. Hell, this was Las Vegas
and she made her living prancing around a stage topless. But this guy leered
at her like she was a piece of meat and didn't care if she cared. Liz got mad
and decided to complain to the club manager. First, she wanted to give the
gawker an earful.

Liz walked over to him, swinging her hips seductively. The man smiled at her.
It was a predatory grin, showing his utter contempt for womanhood.

"Why don't you take a picture next time? It will last longer, asshole." She
spat at him quietly. Liz didn't want to make a scene.

"Ah, come on baby, you know you want it." He replied, flexing his thick
biceps. The male was typical of steroid eating bodybuilders that frequented
this joint.

Liz shook her pretty head causing her golden brown hair to sway like a chick
in a shampoo commercial. This asshole wasn't worth her time. "Screw you." She
said contemptuously, running a hand thru her lush mane. For the normally
reserved young woman from the Midwest, this was harshest language she could
muster.

The man then made a truly horrible mistake. He grabbed her arm by the wrist.
"Don't be such a stuck up bitch." The muscleman said as he stared between her
legs.

She wasn't listening. "Let go of me right now or else!"

He laughed, thinking her threat was but a joke. Sure, the girl was big and all
and in fine shape for a chick. But he had played football and spent most of
his leisure hours in a gym. Most of all, he was a man, a tough guy and had
more muscles than brains.

"He-he, what are you gonna do about it?" he snickered.

"This." Liz said matter of factly. She grabbed him by the wrist and yanked the
muscleman off his seat. He had to weigh at least 200 lbs but the buxom
brunette handled the tough guy with ease.

She also quickly proved that a girl can fight. At the same time Liz forced him
to his knees, she bent his arm behind him in an unbreakable arm lock. Those
karate lessons paid off in a big way. This wasn't the first time she had to
put some loser jerk in his place.

The man cursed at her using unnecessarily foul language. That just made his
situation worse as the girl upped the pressure on his pretzel like right arm.
He cried out like a not so tough guy.

"How do you like that, asshole?" she said to the poor man kneeling before her.

"Let go of me, bitch!" he snarled. The brute was struggling to stand but the
female kept him down with little trouble.

She looked up to find the other 5 male patrons intently watching her little
impromptu wrestling match. So much for not making a scene. For a moment she
thought they might come to their comrade's rescue. Not that Liz was afraid.
When the proverbial shit hit the fan, most men couldn't fight to save their
lives. The busty brunette thought she could probably take all 5 and if not,
they would at least know they had messed with the wrong gal.

But the men did nothing. Then she recognized how this whole thing must look
like, one buxom female dancer dominating a beefy body builder muscleman. You
could cut the sexual tension in the room with a knife. On top of that, Liz saw
fear in the males, fear of the unknown, fear of female strength.

"Tell me you're sorry." She hissed.

"'F%^& YOU!" the man cried. And he was by this time, crying.

"Didn't your mama ever teach you not to talk like that?" she taunted him.

"I'm going to F%^&ing kill you." He replied.

"Very Naughty. I think you need a spanking." Liz said with her big bosom
heaving. She easily hoisted him to his feet and bent the muscle hunk over the
seat of his exercise bike.

"No!" he roared and fought back furiously. But the man and his hulking muscles
were already badly fatigued by the one sided struggle. He wound up over the
exercise bike and he stopped fighting as she dropped his shorts.

Briefs too. He was naked from the waist down. "NO-PLEASE. I'm so sorry." The
male begged.

Liz briefly admired his nice muscular ass. There were no tan lines, indicating
this pompous dickhead did a lot of nude sunbathing. Why did all the nice guys
get boring butts and the Neanderthals get the cute ones, Liz wondered. Then
she smacked him. The busty brunette was having too much fun to do anything
else.

It wasn't a hard hit. Her armlock must have caused him infinitely more pain
but the muscleman cried out nonetheless. It was the shame and humiliation of a
girl on guy spanking.

She hit the dude a dozen or so times, lectured him on respecting females and
often glanced at her stupefied male audience. Ever the showgirl, Liz turned
the punishment into a little performance. When she had finished, the gorgeous
brunette had changed one male chauvinist pig into a card carrying feminist,
inspired 5 erections and gotten a great idea for a new stage act.

Liz left them with a bow. She no longer needed the manager. Instead the sexy
showgirl went straight home and intended to call Ron, her part time boyfriend.
He was part time because she didn't have time for a full time. Right now, all
Liz needed was a hard cock between her legs and Ron was just the boy for that
job. The little spanking must have turned her on too, she thought naughtily.
The girl stripped off her green leotard and wonder if Ron would agree to a
spanking. She absentmindedly pressed the message button on her phone.

"Liz, I need your help. I - I don't know what to do. Or who to trust. Please
come back to Dunbridge as soon as you can. I really need you. I'll explain it
all when you get here." Click.

The voice was low and soft as if the caller didn't want to be overheard. Liz
clearly knew who it was: her little sister, Jenny.

They had always been close despite being only half sisters. Liz's mother and
father got divorced when she was 5. Her mother got remarried a year later and
they moved from Ohio to Dunbridge, Vermont. Jenny arrived not long afterward.

Both her parents worked so Liz basically raised Jenny up until middle school.
The sisters grew up tight and their family life was decent. Her step-dad did
the best he could. But Liz hated Dunbridge. The town, the people, the kids,
she hated it all. Liz never knew why, but there was a seething under current
to the small community. Nobody liked or trusted each other.

The town had a history too. Not long after the Salem witch trials, rumor had
it that two young girls were hanged in Dunbridge for cavorting with the devil.
In 1923, a young man went crazy and chopped up his extended family with an
axe. 1948 saw a small riot in the Dunbridge Asylum for the Insane. Six more
perished in that debacle and many more were never heard from again.

Crime continued in Dunbridge to the present day. Despite being home to less
than five thousand, it had a murder rate approaching that of the big cities, a
vibrant drug trade and rape seemed like the thing to do on a Friday night or
the rest of the week for that matter.

Liz left as soon as she hit 18 and never looked back. She got her GED soon
after landing her first dancing gig. Las Vegas might have been sin city, but
it was 10 times better than Dunbridge.

She had seen Jenny only once when her family came to visit her in Vegas. That
was 6 months ago. Jenny was all grown up, physically and emotionally. They had
even talked of her coming to Vegas when she turned 18. The girl definitely had
the body for it, at least for the D cup market.

Now Liz was headed back. She booked the first plane in the morning to Boston.
From there she rented a car. Calls home went unanswered. As Liz neared her
least favorite place on earth, her cell phone stopped working. Dunbridge
didn't yet have a cell phone tower.

It was a cool summer's day as she headed into town, especially by Las Vegas
standards. Liz drove with the window down. The air was moist and a little
fetid. God, she hated being back.

Liz glanced up a hill to the right and saw the dilapidated Williams Bros.
Mill. It was 100 years old, harkening back to the town's brighter days, at
least economically speaking. Unpleasant rumors flourished about the Williams
brothers. Two of them ended up at the asylum, the other served a life term for
murdering his wife.

With just a half mile to go before entering town, Liz heard the siren and saw
the flashing lights. Shit, it was Sheriff Williams. There was a relation. Half
the town had some sort of blood tie to the notorious Williams family. The
girl, clad in a tight red football jersey and short shorts, pulled over and
waited.

The sheriff got out of the car and strolled purposely towards Liz. He looked
just as she remembered him almost a decade ago: tall, devilishly handsome, and
perpetually angry. Sheriff Williams wasn't the kind of cop you called if you
really needed one.

"Was I doing something wrong officer?" she said nicely, hoping the cop didn't
remember the shy teenager who left town many years ago.

"That depends, Elizabeth." He replied. "Where are you headed?"

There was an odd smugness to his voice. Liz got the idea that he knew she was
coming and the cop stopped her for a definite reason.

"I don't know why ... "

"Get out of the car, please!" Williams the cop roared.

"Why? Why ... "

"I said, get out of the car and keep your hands where I can see them." He said
sternly.

Liz sighed and did as she was told.

"Put your hands on the hood of your car and spread your legs."

The girl complied quietly. She thought about resisting. Taking the Sheriff out
would be easy, but that would leave her a criminal. She had come here to help
her sister, not get arrested. Liz's luscious body tensed as the male began his
pat down.

He stood behind her and ran his hand down her hard, smooth shoulders. They
came to her firm breasts and went up and back. Finally he gave them a hard,
mean squeeze. This was no search but a crude attempt at sexual harassment and
intimidation.

The pat down of her long legs felt just as disgusting but the girl remained
stoic. The cop wanted her to resist, then he could book her on a number of
trumped up charges.

Finally Williams whispered in her ear, his hand still on her inner thigh.
"Where are you going?"

"To visit my folks." Liz replied, her voice near breaking. She really wanted
to break his hand.

"I'll give you 24 hours. If I catch you in town past tomorrow morning, I'll
throw your cute little ass in jail." Williams said as he rubbed that cute
little ass.

"You can't ... "

"You wanna bet on that, Sweetheart? You ain't welcome in my town and I won't
protect you from Toby neither. He's one of my deputies now."

The Toby he referred to made Liz want to puke. Eleven years ago, the kid tried
to rape her. He was a senior and captain of the football team. She was just a
pimply faced freshman who just happened to have a brown belt in karate. Toby
had promised her a ride home from a party. Instead, he took back behind an old
tool shed. More than a little confused by the sudden turn of events, Liz
almost let him get away with it. She fought back only after he ripped off her
top, breaking his nose and arm in the process.

Toby claimed she had gone nuts and attacked him with a 2x4. Given the lad's
popularity and 6 ft tall muscular body, most folks believed him. So much so
that Sheriff Williams actually arrested Liz for assault and battery. The
prosecutor eventually dropped all of the charges since the evidence in the
case fully supported the female version of events. Liz did manage to single
handedly destroy her school's football season and the good folk of Dunbridge
never let her forget it.

"Screw you!" the proud chested brunette said as she spun out of the Sheriff's
grasp. A girl could only take so much.

The cop's hand dropped to his night stick but he wisely held himself in check.
He was all alone out here with a girl who had kicked Toby's ass badly enough
that the kid never went back for revenge. Williams smiled, "Any time, miss.
Have a nice day with your folks. Be gone by morning or I'll arrest you."

"For what, sheriff, I haven't done anything wrong." Liz said with her big
bosom stuck out. Her breasts were just full enough and her shirt small enough
to leave a nice slice of midriff bare.

Williams whipped out the black night stick with incredible speed and slammed
it into her rear tail-light with a sickening crunch. Shards of plastic
exploded into the air.

"For driving a car with a broken tail-light. Consider this a warning." The man
growled. Liz noticed that the sheriff's other hand was on his 9mm automatic.
He stood there for a moments, perhaps waiting for a reply. Then he walked back
to his car.

She arrived home a half hour later. The sheriff followed her the entire way.
It was something of a relief to see him finally drive away.

"Hi, mom!" Liz said as she entered the back door.

Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. The older woman looked up. "Hi, sweety.
What are you doing here?"

The unpleasant tone of her mother's voice took Liz aback. Mom was not happy to
see her.

"Wow! Can't a girl come home to visit family?" Liz said, sticking her hands in
her pockets.

"Unannounced? From across the country?" the gray haired lady replied, never
pausing cleaning the dishes.

"You don't sound happy to see me."

The older woman paused for moment and took off her dirty apron. "I'm not. This
is a just a bad time for you to visit."

"You sound like Sheriff Williams!" Liz replied, her big boobs bouncing up and
down as if they agreed with her statement.

"You saw the sheriff already?"

Liz nodded.

"Leave girl. Leave now and don't comeback, no matter what. Just like you said
7 years ago." Her gray haired mom warned.

"I can't. I got a call from Jenny saying she needed help. Is she here?"

"No. Don't worry about Jenny. She can take care of herself. Just leave here
before something awful happens."

Liz thought she detected a dishonest note in her mother's voice but the busty
dancer quickly forgot it in lieu of mom's prediction. "Something awful? What
does that mean?"

"I can't tell you."

Just then Dan the step dad walked into the kitchen. "That's right. She can't
tell you. Now get the hell out of my house."

"Where's Jenny?" the girl demanded stomping her foot.

Mother stepped in, eager to avoid violence in this escalating situation.
"She's probably at work. She usually works afternoons."

Liz thought she detected more deception from her mom but glossed over it. At
least she had a clue. "Where does she work?"

"Diamond's Showgirls."

"The strip club?" the topless dancer asked incredulously. Obviously, Jenny was
all grown up. This seemed to be the answer. It was easy to get in trouble at
such places, the kind of trouble you couldn't tell mom about.

Just about that time, David was perusing the books in the Dunbridge Public
Library. He loved to read, mostly sci-fi, but recently his tastes had diverged
into the esoteric. A week ago the young man had wondered into the restricted
section of the library.

He didn't know exactly why he'd done it. David never shirked the rules and
tried to be a good kid. But curiosity got the better of him one morning during
summer break. He walked right past the restricted sign and down into the
basement of the library. The kid figured that they would have locked the door
if they didn't want people down there.

It was a veritable treasure trove of historical documents, some going back
hundreds of years. The basement housed books, journals, diaries and newspapers
documenting Dunbridge's unusual past. David spent the better part of a week
down there, reading up on murder, mayhem, and odd occurrences.

Until yesterday, when mean Mrs. Beauchamp caught him. She kicked him out and
warned him not to come back.

Yet there he was, back in the restricted section the very next day. It was so
unlike David. He just wasn't a risk taker. But the kid simply couldn't stay
away. He felt drawn to the place. Like there was some sort of mystery here
that only he could solve. Plus, Mrs. Beauchamp was the only librarian. He had
entered the building thru a rear door and snuck downstairs. The chances of
getting caught again were almost nil. And what if she did bust him? All the
woman could do was kick him out.

The room was filled with rack after rack of books. David gravitated to a new
section and even older looking materials. These weren't books, they were
tomes.

He opened one. It was an odd colored red and felt warm to the touch. Without
looking at the title, the kid leafed thru it. He found himself reading Latin!
This was a treatise on magic! Intrigued, the boy kept reading. The words came
easier and easier to him thanks to a good classical education.

When exactly he decided to take it, David couldn't be sure. He wasn't planning
to really steal. The kid just wanted to borrow it for a week or two. Ever the
young scientist, he wanted to see if this stuff really worked. So he slipped
it into his backpack and began to peruse the rest of the books on this shelf.
Very few of them had any writing on the spine.

"Ar-hem!" Came an angry female growl from his side.

David felt his throat clench in fear. He looked up to see Mrs. Beauchamp
towering over him. Busted!

Mrs. Beauchamp was a large, stern woman. She stood at least 5-10 with long
black hair. Many would have considered her attractive if not for her stern
demeanor, ever present scowl and black glasses. David, like many boys his age,
liked her big, juicy breasts. He spent many hours in the library stealing
looks at her overstocked bosom and imagining his head caught between them.

David was a small kid. He stood only 5-3 and barely weighed a hundred pounds.
The word geek fit him perfectly. David took all advanced classes, studied
hard, and rarely exercised. Sports were simply out of the question. So he
found himself directly staring at those big whoppers. Mrs. Beauchamp wore a
tight black dress with a big belt around the middle that showed them off quite
nicely.

"I though I told you to stay out of here." The woman snarled. She had her
hands on her hips. It was time to test his theories on the limits of librarian
punishment.

"I well - I thought ... " the boy stammered.

"You're in a lot of trouble. Come with me." The woman ordered. She grabbed his
book bag with one hand and his arm by the other, and began to lead him
upstairs.

David was of that rebellious age. He wasn't about to be led around like a
small child. So young man yanked his arm free. "Leggo of me!"

She did that and a whole lot more. Wearing her 4" heels, the woman truly
towered over the smaller male. To her, he was but a child and a naughty one at
that. The busty brunette released his arm and grabbed his hair. David yelped
in pain.

Silently but sternly, she led him upstairs. David resisted but got nowhere
fast. He couldn't budge her hand. It felt like so much female steel. If he
tried to stop, the woman just pulled him along at great agony for the boy.
Before he knew it, they were in her private office. Nothing special, just some
chairs, a little conference table and a desk. But the room wasn't empty.

Amber Beauchamp was there too, reading a teen magazine. The girl took after
her mom with her long black hair and over developed body. She was also David's
main rival at school. They were both straight A students. Well almost, David
got a B in physical education. That put Amber in the lead for Valedictorian.

Much to the young man's dismay, Miss Beauchamp always seemed to get the better
of him. She won the lead spot on the quiz bowl team, crushed him in debate,
and took first place in the science fair. Her greatest victory had to be at
the chess club. A relative novice, Amber had challenged David to a match. He
was the club's top ranked player. Using an off beat style of play and a
see-thru blouse, she upset the male champion in just 45 minutes.

And there she was in all her summer attire: short shorts and a tank top. Amber
lacked some of her mother's height but was every bit the woman. She featured a
large but well rounded buttocks and thighs so thick it looked like the girl
could crush bowling balls between them. Amber's breasts were her best feature:
big, firm, proud and threatening to pop out of her over- stretched tank top.

David felt immediate embarrassment as big Mrs. Beauchamp woman handled him
into the office. Ever cognizant of his small stature, the budding young male
hated this. It stripped him of his masculinity in front of a girl and an
adversary.

"Hi, David ... " the smaller bitch giggled with unsuppressed glee.

"Look what I found in the basement again." Mom said. The older woman also had
a big grin on her handsome face.

"Let go of me!" David demanded as he struggled to free himself. But he
couldn't. Mrs. Beauchamp was very much in charge.

Much to his dismay, the bigger woman tossed him to the ground with
contemptuous ease. Exhausted by his fruitless resistance, the un-athletic male
just stayed on the floor and gazed up at the dominant female towering over
him.

"He needs to be punished this time. Severely." Mrs. Beauchamp hissed. "Strip!"

"Huh?" the boy said, not sure that he heard what he thought he heard.

The older woman kicked him in the ass. "You heard me, strip!"

Silence pervaded the office as David got to his feet. They all waited to see
if he would submit. Of course, Amber hoped he wouldn't. She knew what her mom
would do to him if he disobeyed her.

"You can't do this. You can't make ... " The slender male said to the taller
woman's breasts.

She grabbed him with both hands by the collar of his tee shirt and lifted the
boy bodily into the air. His feet dangled uselessly off the ground.

"Who's gonna stop me?" The bigger, bustier brunette hissed.

As her hot breathe washed over his face, the lad realized nobody. He was all
alone here with a woman who had the power to do whatever she wanted. David
nodded as his will to resist the female evaporated.

She tossed him back into the wall. He hit hard. "Now get to it."

The slender male kicked off his tennis shoes, removed his tee shirt and very
reluctantly slid of his jeans and waited.

Mrs. Beauchamp looked down at the underwear clad male. His innocence and
modesty were kind of cute but badly out dated. "All of it." She hissed.

David pulled down his white briefs with trembling hands, revealing his penis
to a woman for the first time (other than his mom). In fact there were two
females present and they both laughed at him.

"Ouuuiweee, what a stud." Amber joked.

"Yeah," her mom replied as she grabbed his cute little cock, "Look at the size
of this monster."

The young man wanted to faint. It wasn't his fault that puberty seemed to pass
him by. His body was smooth, slender and effeminate. Overcome by the
situation, the kid started to fall but Mrs. Beauchamp grabbed him by the hair.
She marched him forward, her hand still on his mini-cock.

David felt himself being bent over the conference table. He looked up to see
Amber, still seated, just inches away. She smiled at him as mother drew the
thick black belt out of her dress.

"Time for you to learn your lesson, punk." Mrs. Beauchamp hissed from behind
him. Young David couldn't bear to look.

It hit him like a cosmic force. So much for his previous estimates on possible
punishments. The chief librarian whacked him so hard his teeth rattled. A wail
issued from the young man's mouth.

Amber leaned towards him, posting her deep cleavage just before his teary
eyes. "Don't be afraid to cry. All the boys do." The girl said as she sweetly
caressed his cheek.

By the second blow, he was doing just that. The pain, shame and humiliation in
front of a classmate overwhelmed him. "Stop, please stop." He sobbed.

"You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me." The librarian
stated fro the record. "You are going to get 10 whacks."

Just then the electronic door chime rang out. Mrs. Beauchamp stopped her male
discipline. "Damn, we have a customer. You just wait right here. Amber, would
you please watch him for me?"

"I can finish up for you, if you'd like." The busty teenager offered as she
stood up, placing her potent pussy just in front of David.

"Are you sure? Can you handle him?"

"Please mom, its only David. I can handle him just fine."

Mrs. Beauchamp smiled proudly at her daughter. "I know you can sweetheart.
I'll be out front, holler if you need anything."

All of a sudden, David found himself naked and alone with his arch-rival, a
girl who had dedicated her life to putting him in his place. "Stand-up." The
voluptuous vixen ordered.

David thought he was saved for a brief moment. He stood up and reached for his
trousers, which were wrapped around his ankles.

Amber stopped him. "Uh-uh-uh, what do you think you're doing?"

"I - I - I thought we were ... " the nude lad stammered as he looked up to
her. The big chested girl stood about 5-7, still significantly taller than the
inferior male.

She shook her gorgeous head. Amber was much prettier than her mom, mostly
because of her sweet smile. That smile hid a wicked, ambitious and self-
absorbed young woman. "We haven't even started yet. I prefer an old fashioned
over-the-knee spanking, don't you?"

The lad, overwhelmed by events, just nodded as if he understood what she
meant.

"But first I wanted to see that cute little cock of yours." The buxom brunette
explained. She bent down and gave his boyhood an affectionate rub with her
index finger. David, already partially excited by the bizarre situation,
popped an immediate boner.

"Ah, look at that!" Amber cooed. Then she grabbed him by the cock and led the
lad around to her mom's chair behind the desk.

She positioned the lad across her lad, sandwiching his modestly endowed
manhood between her smooth, womanly and massive thighs. David began to tremble
uncontrollably. He had never even been kissed before.

"You know a lot of men find spanking erotic?" the girl paused for effect and
fondled his cute little balls.

"Yieee ... I didn't know that." The male lied. David had personal experience
with it.

BAM!

Her first whack delivered the goods: intense pain in his buttocks and
genitals, wicked pleasure thru his penis. David didn't know whether to cum or
cry, so he did a little bit of both.

"How was that?" Amber asked as if she had given him some ice cream.

"Fine." The slender lad sobbed happily.

His pain and pleasure continued for another 6 whacks resulting in close to a 5
minute orgasm. David had never experienced such a thing. In fact, few men
have.

"There. Done. Get on your knees." The busty bitch ordered.

He obeyed her. Amber stood up and towered over the pathetic little male. She
slowly dropped her shorts, revealing a very sheer pair of white panties. The
dark triangle of her pussy lay so close, while her huge tits cast a dark
shadow over the nude young man.

"Yeah, bitch, you know what mama wants." She purred. In case he didn't, she
guided his head into position, placing his lips over hers.

David went right to work, obeying a primal male instinct to eat pussy. He
didn't care that she had made him cry, beat him at everything or they were in
the library. All David wanted to do was service the totally superior young
woman.

Awesome Amber sat back in the chair, spread her legs, propped her feet on the
desk and got some of the most satisfying oral sex that she could remember.
David grabbed on to her huge thighs with his skinny little arms. He did his
job, oblivious, as was Amber, to the book still in his book bag.

By this time Liz had hit the strip club. It was the only one in town. Liz was
no stranger to such places. During her early days in Vegas, she had worked in
one too. Strip clubs were basically the same no matter where you went.

It was dark inside and Liz struggled over to the hostess. "How much?"

"No admittance." The girl replied. She was older and used looking with bright
red hair.

"Huh?"

"No admittance without a gentleman." the hostess replied, far more interested
in her nails than Liz.

"Come on, I'm here to see my sister."

"Who's that?"

"Jenny." Liz shouted over the loud music.

The girl suddenly perked up and fear dashed thru her eyes. "Ah, she's not here
right now."

"Do you expect her soon?"

"No."

"Do you know how I could contact her?"

"Is there a problem here?" came a growling male voice from behind her.

Liz spun around to find one of those burly men in a tight black tee shirt. The
bouncer had arrived.

The hostess looked even more afraid. "She's - ah - looking for Jenny."

His big muscles rippling, the male gazed down at the smaller Liz. "You better
leave, now."

Short black hair, more muscles than brains, this bouncer reminded Liz of the
guy at the gym, only taller. He was a guy that enjoyed intimidating women.
Well, he just found one that liked to intimidate back.

"Why? What are you going to do about it?" she baited him.

And he took it, grabbing her arm and assuming Liz was just another pretty
face. Her knee in his balls said otherwise. The giant male doubled over in
extreme agony. She grabbed his shirt, pushed the muscle hunk towards the coat
room and sent him sprawling with a sweet right cross. He didn't get back up.

The hostess looked on like she had just witnessed the second coming. It had
taken this dazzling female just 5 seconds to destroy the club's biggest and
best bouncer.

"He'll be alright in a few minutes." Liz said with a laugh. "But he may need
some ice for his balls. Tell him to stay in the closet until I leave. Or
else!"

With that, Liz made her way over to the bar. The loud music and the erotic
distraction on the stage covered her throttling of the big, dumb, male
bouncer. Nobody seemed any the wiser. As soon as she took her seat, Liz felt
all the male eyes on her, not the nubile blonde on stage.

"Give me a coke." She said to the girl bartender. Liz tried to ask around but
she got the wall of silence from all of Diamond's staff. None wanted to talk
about Jenny, which made the young woman quite concerned. Foul play was
involved and not some random act of violence. Liz was about ready to beat some
answers out of somebody.

That's when the good-looking gentleman approached her. He was about her height
and age with an athletic if not muscular build. The guy looked vaguely
familiar.

"Liz?" he said, smiling.

The name popped instantly into her pretty head. "Jon!"

Before she knew it, Liz was off her bar stool and hugging him. They had dated
back in high school. Jon was one of the few Dunbridge folks that she actually
liked. He looked different now, older with shorter hair touched with just the
right amount of gray. Yet his body was hard and firm. Maturity seemed to make
Jon even more handsome, devilishly so. Life was so unfair. Women just got old
and wrinkled while men aged like a fine wine, or at least some of them did.

She kissed him. Nothing over the top mind you, but something very friendly.
Then the girl pulled back and asked the question very much on her mind. "What
are you doing here?"

They both knew gentleman's clubs were nothing of the sort. Jon smiled. "I was
going to ask you that same question."

She sat back on her stool. "I'm looking for my sister."

"Jenny?" It was a small town and everybody knew everybody, especially if that
everybody sported nice D cups.

"Yeah, have you seen her?"

"No, she work here?"

"I guess. Haven't you seen her around?"

The male grinned some more as he got around to explaining his presence at the
club. "Oh no, I don't come here regularly. I'm here for a story. I work for
the Daily Sentinel."

Liz wanted to believe it but she wasn't born yesterday. "Yeah, right."

"Really. I heard some rumors that a couple of Diamond's dancers have gone
missing. Vanished without a trace. I came in to see if there was any truth to
them."

His reply banished any doubt from her mind. "Really? My sister, she seems to
be missing too."

Jon arched his eyebrows. "Well, I may have found my truth. Lets check around
town. I heard Jenny was seeing a guy down on Maple street. Let's see if
anybody knows anything."

He got up and the girl followed eagerly. She now had a lead and an ally.

David discovered the tome in his back pack a short time later. He was home and
in the basement, fretting about his sole sexual encounter. The way Amber had
brutalized him just didn't sit right with the young man. How could he even
face the young vixen again?

Then he saw the book and all was forgotten. It was titled the Malefus Nicarum.
David started at the beginning and dove right in. The words and symbols seemed
to jump of the page, imbedding easily in the boy's fertile mind. A few hours
later he was ready to try his first spell.

Not that David expected this crap to work. He was a scientist after all. But
he attacked it as if it would. Using his usual precision, he drew up his first
circle of protection, combining elements from chapters 3, 4 and 8. By 10 PM,
he started the chant. The results blew his socks off.

"So where are you staying?" Jon asked the tall, bodacious dancer.

"I don't know." She replied honestly as she drove her car. They were headed
back to his place after an evening of chasing dead ends. Nobody was talking
about Jenny, not even her own mother. "I don't think I'm welcome back home."

"You can crash at my place if you want. Its only a single bedroom apartment,
but I can sleep on the couch just fine."

"I couldn't do that."

"I insist. You're exhausted and we can't do anymore tonight. First thing in
the morning we can drive over to Chesterfield and file a missing persons
report on your sister with the state police. I don't trust Sheriff Williams."

"Neither do I. Do you think he's in on it?"

"Doubtful, but he hasn't done squat with the other two missing girls, so who
knows. Are you going to take me up on my offer?"

She wanted to. Jon was a great guy and Liz had to admit she enjoyed spending
time with him despite the circumstances. But sleeping over? That would
eventually lead to one thing and the young woman didn't think she was ready
for that. Not with her sister missing.

Yet he made sense. They didn't have to do it. And his place was convenient and
safe. She didn't want to be alone right now. Plus, Jon had been so helpful.
Liz didn't want to piss off her only ally.

"You promise, no hanky panky?" the busty topless dancer asked. God, she needed
a bath.

"Yeah, sure. Just friends. I always thought we made better friends than
lovers. You can have the bed. I'll take the couch."

"I'll sleep on the couch, but it's a deal." The girl said as she swung the
rental car into the parking lot.

Her shower was just what the doctor ordered. The warm water relaxed her, drove
out the frustration and fear. Liz thought of Jon as she ran her hands down her
long, perfectly tanned torso and over her full breasts. They came to rest
between her legs. Maybe a little sex wouldn't be a bad thing. It had been
weeks since she had gotten any.

Liz broke off her fingering abruptly as she felt a spasm of guilt. What was
she thinking? The tall, elegant, and muscular dancer exited the shower quickly
and began to dry herself off. She tried not to think about the one thing that
she needed so badly.

By the time she got into the bedroom and slipped into her panties and tank
top, Liz had gotten things pretty much under control. Jon was out in the
living room watching TV. She quickly blow dried her hair and decided to turn
in, before those needy thoughts returned.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Liz asked as she entered the
living. Jon was on the couch, under a blanket, ready for bed. He was such a
gentleman. The Vegas vixen half wanted him to make a pass at her. She had her
un-acceptance speech ready to go.

Jon couldn't help cast an admiring eye the girl's way. She wore just a pair of
white string panties over her strong, supple and tanned loins. Her white tank
top molded to her feminine chest. Liz's golden brown hair cascaded over her
perfect shoulders and her long dancer's legs defied description.

"I'm going to sleep. I said you could have the bed." He replied, trying to be
the gentleman.

"Not on your life. I can't come in here and kick you out of your bed. Now get
in the there." The girl ordered, pointing with one hand. The other was on her
hip. There was something playful in her posture.

Jon decided to play along. "This is my place. I decide who sleeps where, young
lady. You're not too big for me to put you over my lap."

Liz giggled at the very concept of a male spanking her. She had always been an
aggressive woman and could more than hold her own with the boys. It would take
more of man than Jon to make her submit. Yet, the idea seemed intriguing.

"You and what army?" the female challenged, folding her arms under that
heavenly bosom.

And the male rose to the challenge. Certainly, he could do no less. This was
all just fore play. They both knew it. Yet, it was so much more: a primal test
of male versus female where the loser would end up over the lap of the winner.

Jon threw back his blanket and got to his feet. He wore just a little male
thong, skimpier than the woman's panties.

"Oh, my, Mr. Simmons. I never knew you liked thongs." Liz teased using his
last name. She brazenly rubbed her pussy along his masculine bulge and ran a
hand down his bare hip. It was overtly sexual yet defiant.

They matched up well physically. Jon stood a hair taller and looked a tad
heavier. Liz had slightly better definition as her body quivered with
excitement.

The male naturally attacked first. It was his job to subdue the female. He
wrapped her in a headlock, using surprising skill and strength tempered with
tenderness. It placed her face just above his bulging thong.

"You're going down, girl." Jon said confidently. He knew nothing of her
martial arts skills. Like most folks in Dunbridge, he assumed Liz had used
that 2x4 to bust up Toby.

Thankfully, Liz decided not to employ her karate in this play fight. It would
have been too easy. The battle of the sexes would be all but over by this time
with his cock plainly open to her attack. So the girl struggled against his
surprisingly strong headlock.

With both fighters going easy on the other, it was only a matter of time
before the girl tripped up her male foe. They fell together on the floor and
Liz popped loose. She quickly turned the tables on her old boyfriend. Taking
him from behind, the buxom dancer gripped him with a full nelson and hoisted
the decent sized man to his feet.

For the first time, Jon realized that he would have a fight on his hands. He
was a nice guy and viewed females as equals. But not in wrestling. No real man
would submit to a woman. So the young reporter bumped it up a notch. Using
Liz's momentum to his advantage, he drove the surprisingly strong female back
to the couch and sat on her.

Liz yelped in surprise and released the scantily clad male. He spun around,
pinning the elegant young lady as he got to his feet. He had her. It was time
for the girl to surrender and they could get on with bigger and better things.

"Give up, girlie. You can't beat me." Jon boasted.

"Wanna bet?" the busty bitch replied as she planted a foot on his chest. How
the girl got her long, strong leg up into position, Jon didn't know.

She lifted him bodily off the ground, dangling the scantily clad male in
midair. Jon could do nothing but marvel at the strength in her leg. She was a
dancer after all. Then the girl propelled him across the room.

He kind of landed on his feet then stumbled backwards, hitting his stereo
cabinet.

"Ouch!" Jon yelped as a corner dug into his bare buttocks.

His buxom foe jumped to her feet, concerned for his safety. "Are you OK. I
didn't mean ... "

Jon snarled with uncharacteristic anger. "Yes, dammit!" then he regained some
composure. "I'm cool and you're in deep shit. I am going to put you over my
lap!"

"Bring it on, buddy." Liz said, dropping into a wrestling crouch. She was more
or less copying him at this point.

Jon circled her intently as he caught his breath. They both feigned a few
attacks and tried to throw the other off balance. While still a play fight,
this had become deadly serious. Each knew the other wasn't going to roll over.

He came in low grabbing the girl's luscious leg. His shoulder squished her
full bosom and Liz grunted in pain. But she did not back down. The girl pushed
forward, causing Jon's hand to ride up her smooth thigh to her hot, warm sex.

Things were going all wrong. Jon suddenly felt off balance but unable to right
himself. The girl seemed so strong and hard like an unmovable rock. Then she
flung him to the ground. The scantily clad male landed on all fours, briefly
unable to continue.

But the topless dancer was. Fitter than a fiddle, Liz was just getting up to
speed. She reached between his legs, brazenly stroking his manhood before
lifting the stunned man off the ground.

Jon was more than stunned, he was amazed. He never knew nor suspected this
side of Liz. But it was clear who would with this little battle of the sexes
and it wasn't going to be him. She lifted him to waist height, spun about and
tossed the male 10 feet on to the couch.

His landing was soft but Jon still screamed like a frightened little girl. The
man's nearly nude body flopped to the floor, his legs spread as the female
advanced. Jon's fighting spirit seemed to desert him in his hour of need.

Liz stepped between his legs, tweaked his cock with her big toe and said,
"Give it up, big boy. Girls rule."

She looked nothing short of amazing towering over him. Jon felt like a cross
between a limp noodle and a carrot. He considered himself in pretty good shape
for a 20 something man, but the little mixed wrestling match left him totally
exhausted. His virile male body just couldn't handle the pressure. Just the
opposite seemed true of his female opponent. She had a glow about her now as
if the fighting made her stronger. Jon could see thick cords of feminine
muscle bulging under her white underwear.

While his body was thoroughly defeated, Jon's male ego vowed to battle on. He
simply could not accept female domination. Using the last vestiges of his
strength, the scantily clad male lunged at the female. He caught the beauty
around her legs and tried to topple her. Somehow, Jon understood this was do
or die.

His attack was awkward and slow. Liz braced for it by keeping her legs spread.
The male was able to hug her thighs, pressing his face against her panties,
but he lacked the strength to dislodge the tall, statuesque young woman. Jon
was fading fast.

She got an odd sense of enjoyment from watching the nearly naked male kneeling
before her, demonstrating his inferiority. Smiling, Liz allowed it to go on
for almost a minute. By that time, poor Jon had all but given up. His bulky
male muscles simply could not match her sleek yet powerful female variety.

Then the girl clamped his head between her steely thighs, locking the male in
place. He was still on his knees when Liz wrapped her long, muscular arms
around his waist. She picked him up with little apparent effort. The Vegas
Vixen held him inverted for a moment, enjoying the view of his thong from the
odd angle. Wasn't life grand?

Completely forgetting the reason for her trip to this godforsaken corner of
the planet, Liz carried him over to the end of the couch and placed him over
the arm. She then reacquired his head, locking it between her thighs.

"OK, OK, Liz, you win. I give up." Jon admitted with his bare ass up in the
air.

"I know silly. Its time for your spanking." The girl replied.

Naturally, Jon went ballistic at this point, displaying true emotion for the
first time. He desperately tried to get off the couch and escape the clutches
of the psycho chick. The tall, strong female casually pressed down on his
naked butt. For her, this was just fooling around, little more than a little
rough and kinky foreplay. Liz couldn't understand the masculine aversion to
female domination. Why men akways needed to feel in charge, she could only
guess.

Sadly, this male could not free himself from the girl's humiliating hold. His
muscles were totally drained. Jon had volunteered for this assignment but he
never thought it would come to this.

WHACK!

"Who's the boss?" his lover asked after she cracked him on the ass. The girl
sounded very distant with his ears pinned betwixt her steely thighs.

"You are."

WHACK! His scantily clad body jerked reflexively. Her second blow hurt much
more than the first.

Liz, in all fairness, didn't know the physical and mental pain she caused. Her
blows barely registered half strength and they were just fooling around. She
fully intended to fuck his brains out at any moment.

"Who's the superior sex?"

"You are. Women are." He puffed.

"Right." WHACK!

"Who's smarter?"

"Women!"

"Right again." Its amazing how fast learners some men were when properly
motivated. "Who's stronger." WHACK!

"Women. For god sake, Liz, stop." The male begged.

"Quit being such a pussy." WHACK!

"Do you ever wonder?" WHACK!

"How that expression started?" WHACK!

"It sure seems to me that men are the weaker sex." WHACK!

"You should say." WHACK!

"Quit being such a penis." WHACK!

Liz abruptly realized that she might have taken her sex play a tad too far.
His butt cheeks burned red and even the palms of her hands hurt. She
immediately released her old boyfriend.

"Sorry about that." The Vegas vixen blushed, helping the shaken male to stand.
Were those tears rolling down his cheeks? Had she hurt him that bad?

They both looked down about the same time to his masculine appendage. It had
grown to massive proportions, poking out of his little red thong. Somehow this
exonerated the female of her guilt. Jon was just fooling around too. He had
enjoyed receiving her spanking as much as she enjoyed giving it.

The gorgeous girl smiled wickedly. "Take it off. Let me see your cock."

Jon was in no mood to argue with her. He had indeed enjoyed being spanked and
the young man hated her for doing it. But he also understood dominance and
submission. She had won this round, but there would be others. Jon slowly slid
out of his red thong, standing naked before the superior female. His prick
couldn't be harder or bigger.

Still in her panties and tank top, the big breasted dancer threw the nude male
roughly to the ground. She wasted no time in mounting him, impaling herself on
his huge shaft. Only then did she peel off her top. Her breasts looked pure
and perfect. Jon reached for them like the forbidden apples in the Garden of
Eden.

Ever the tease, Liz grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms to the ground in
another display of female superiority. They were going to do things at her
pace tonight. It turned out that they didn't really need the couch or the bed.
She fucked him on the floor.