The Dunridge Horror, Day 2
By Madcat
It takes a woman to save the world.


David got up early, just after his parents left for work. He acted like a kid
at Christmas. The enchanted tome was all he could think about. In his
adolescent mind, David believed that he had discovered magic. He couldn't wait
to tell the world about it.

Trying to plan his day, the kid jumped in the shower for a quickie. It was
summer out and he'd missed his evening shower yesterday. As the water ran down
his nude and slender body, David briefly remembered Amber, her taste and
smell. Amazingly enough, up until yesterday, girls had dominated his thoughts.
All he wanted to do was get laid. Barring that, the young man wanted to at
least steal a real kiss.

While he had technically not accomplished either of those two tasks, David had
done something with a girl. All of that seemed so minor and trivial now. He
wondered what Amber would think of him after he was famous, the next Bill
Gates. His big titted rival would be sucking his cock for a change. Hell, he
could have any woman in the world. Why bother with a chunky girl from a
ho-bunk town? Because it would be fun to see her suck his cock. That thought
brought a smile to his face. Then he opened the shower door, eager to get back
to his magical tome.

And there she was, standing in his bathroom. David blinked at first, quite
unable to believe his eyes.

"Hi, David. You're looking chipper this morning." The busty brunette said,
folding her arms under those humongous boobs. She wore white shorts and halter
top almost like a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. A big black purse was draped over
one shoulder.

Immediately David sensed danger. Her posture and body language indicated
aggression. A steely purpose showed in her eyes. And this was Amber, his hated
competitor.

"Ah, hi." The kid replied, looking up at his classmate. David really hoped he
was wrong about the aggression thing. "What - What can I do for you. Why are
you here?"

He stood naked and wet in front of the fully clothed girl. Given their odd
little tryst yesterday, this seemed only natural. He tried to cover his penis
nonetheless.

"I think you know why I'm here. You have been a very naughty boy."

"What are you ... "

"You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?"

"Amber, I don't know ... "

"What did you steal from the library yesterday?" the girl said, shifting her
hands to those wide hips.

Naturally, David glanced at the boobs straining her halter top. In an odd
quirk of fate, he'd seen her pussy up close and very personally. But he had
never laid his hungry eyes on those sweet mounds of female flesh.

Amber noticed his dazed expression and sighed. Men of all ages often became
incoherent at the sight of her bosom. So she grabbed him by his wet hair and
yanked the boy bodily out of the shower. "Where is it?" she hissed.

Well, the game was up. All of David's grand plans came crashing down around
him. It was too late now but he realized his mistake. He hadn't invented or
discovered magic. He had just stumbled across it and active coven of witches
and warlocks at the same time.

"Its - Its in the basement." He trembled. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I haven't decided yet." Amber lied. She had strict orders, plus a plan of her
own. This kid had embarrassed Amber and her mother, the guardians of the
sacred texts. He would pay for that. For now, it was better to keep him
guessing. The fully clothed girl pushed the naked lad out the door.

David knew he was in a heap of trouble and his mind imagined the worst. This
secret coven played for keeps. Dunbridge's savage history began to make more
sense. The kid decided to make a break for it. Amber may be stronger than him,
but she was big and slow. If he could make it next door, to Mrs. Johnson's,
then he could call the cops. He'd be safe. Of course, running naked over to
the neighbors carried its own set of risks, but they seemed small compared to
the brawny, busty witch behind him. The boy made a mad dash for the back door
as soon as they entered the living room.

His flight caught Amber off guard. Like yesterday, she had allowed herself to
be distracted by lustful thoughts. The buxom brunette had gotten off on
dominating this boy for years. Her plan for this morning was the pinnacle. Or
would have been. The girl gave chase, desperate not to screw up a second time.

He got a good jump and blew thru the back door like a breeze. Fear fueled his
legs, causing them to pump furiously. Yet he had under estimated his female
foe. She was not only bigger than him but faster too. David could here her
gaining. He burst into the back yard and over ran the sidewalk. His arms
flailed about as he tried to pivot. Bare feet on the wet morning grass undid
him. Amber hit the nude boy a millisecond later like a female Mack truck.

They landed in the grass with the girl on top. David looked up just in time to
see her bulging breasts followed by a wicked right hook. Then somebody turned
out the lights.

How long he lay knocked unconscious he couldn't say but it probably wasn't
long. When David came to, he was still in the back yard but moving strangely
toward the house. His jaw hurt and the kid found himself staring at Amber's
ample buttocks. She was carrying him over her shoulder like a fireman.

That's when he saw Mrs. Johnson at the fence not 10 yards away. The older
woman was watching everything! He almost yelled for help. Then David noticed
the look she gave him. Pure hatred. What the hell was going on here?

Amber carried the naked little man into the basement with little trouble and
flopped him to his feet. "Where's the book?" she demanded.

David had little choice in his response. The book was the only thing keeping
him alive. Once they had it back, they'd kill him for sure. He figured she
probably had a gun or something in that big purse of hers that Amber set on
the floor. So David hit her with his own right cross. It was the first time he
could remember ever hitting anybody.

The punch snapped the girl's head back but little more. She turned to him, put
her index finger to the drop of blood on her lip and licked it sensually. "I
see you want to play rough today." The busty babe smiled down at him.

Her bizarre confidence unnerved the naked boy, so he struck at her again with
all of his might. Amber blocked it this time and smashed a fist into his
stomach. The result was dramatic. Clutching his midsection, David dropped to
his knees.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Amber said as she towered over him.

David got to his feet slowly, wary of any treachery. The buxom brunette could
have crushed him but didn't.

"Lets go. Hit me right in the stomach." She stated, raising her arms. This
exposed her bare stomach. A nice ring of girl fat hung around her middle, but
compared to her giant titties, Amber's stomach looked flat as a pancake.

The male instantly rammed his fist into her unprotected middle, hoping to copy
her success. That didn't happen. Instead, his fist bounced harmlessly off her
resilient girl muscles.

Amber laughed at him, much as she and her librarian mother had when they had
seen his boyish penis. "Come on, wussy. You can do better than that." The
busty witch giggled.

He knew he had to. Filled with years of hate for this female adversary, David
unleashed his full measure on her taut stomach. His fist seemed to
disintegrate on impact. David was out of his league here, way out. He fell to
his knees, clutching a hand he thought broken.

"How pathetic." Amber commented. This little contest began to bore her. Her
old rival was just too inferior for this to be interesting. She grabbed him
around the neck with both hands and lifted his skinny body high into the air.
This placed his cute little cock almost at mouth level. "Tell me where the
book is now!"

David tried to talk but barely rasped out the words as her fingers tightened
on his throat. She followed his eyes and found the tome sitting right out in
the open, on a nearby coffee table.

The big, buxom brunette twisted and tossed the nude male into the center of
the floor. He landed hard and sprawled out the ground. Ever contemptuous of
her arch rival, Amber casually stepped over his scrawny body as she walked
over to the table and picked up the stolen book.

"That wasn't too hard, was it? I hope I didn't hurt you." the girl said as she
planted a foot victoriously on his chest.

David moved his arms and legs a bit to see if his body still worked.
Everything seemed good if a little sore. "I - I'm OK." He replied, staring at
her most dominant breasts.

"Good." She answered with a smile. The big chested witch briefly flipped thru
the book as she talked. "My friends are impressed. You picked this up fast.
You realize that you should be dead by now."

The nude male just nodded.

"The Great One should have killed you on the spot but your ring of protection
kept him at bay. No warlock has ever done that before." She explained form her
position of power.

"Really?"

Amber smiled down at him but it was rimmed with jealousy and hate. "Really.
They should have sent me to kill you. You deserve no less. But they didn't.
They want to talk to you. They want you to show them what you did."

"I - well - sure."

"I even think they may offer you a chance to join us."

Better than dying, David thought to himself. "OK."

Her pretty face hardened. "No, its not. I didn't work this hard just to have
you jump past me. You are going to be my bitch. I don't care what happens, you
will always do what I tell you. Understand?"

"Yeah, sure." He was no position to argue.

"That's yes, ma'am." Amber corrected.

David's little penis started to twitch nervously in response to the female
domination. "Yes, ma'am." The male blurted out with surprising eagerness.

"Good. Get on your knees. We are going to consummate our new relationship."
Amber ordered as she walked over to that big black purse. She placed the book
in side and began to disrobe. The halter top came off first with a quick tug
on the knot in front. Her shorts and panties followed seconds later.

The obedient male got a brief glimpse of her naked splendor: big firm breasts,
swollen pink nipples, dense black bush and solid female muscle. Amber was all
girl. Up until the point she pulled the strap on out of her purse. She slipped
it on, transforming her beautiful busty body in a travesty of nature.

David gulped. Amber was about to make him her bitch for real.

Liz trotted down to Jon's car with an extra bounce in her step. They had just
finished a picture perfect breakfast. Her new lover had whipped up pancakes,
juice and coffee. But it wasn't the food that made the Vegas vixen feel
sixteen again. It was the sex.

They had gone at it for most of the night and basically passed out on the
floor. It was female dominated sex all the way, resulting in too many orgasms
to count. Liz loved it and felt sure her man did too. Despite only 3 hours of
sleep, the ultra fit showgirl never felt better.

Always the gentleman, Jon opened the car door for the hard-bodied female.
Unlike her, his memories of last night were more jaded. He ached all over from
her rough handling. His ass was the worst, a constant reminder of the
humiliating spanking. Yet the sex had been nothing less than spectacular. But
then again, Liz was nothing less than spectacular. Strong and sexy, elegant
yet busty, beautiful but dominant, Liz combined every aspect of feminine
sensuality. He would miss her when she was gone despite everything that
happened last night.

She sat in the front seat and yawned. His little Lexus felt warm and
comfortable. Liz briefly wondered how a 2 bit reporter from Dunbridge could
afford a luxury car. All of her concerns evaporated as her eyelids got heavy.
Last night's fun was catching up to her. They had a half an hour drive up to
the state police office. A little nap sounded better and better ...

Reality hit back hard. The brown haired babe woke up on the cold concrete.
Bright lights blinded her eyes. She tried to move but found her hands cuffed
behind her back.

"Are you OK? Are you OK?" the boy said.

Boy? What boy? At first she thought it had to be Jon. The kid slowly came into
focus. He was naked. She still wore her white dress, though very soiled, and
red bra top. The girl recoiled, and pushed herself back. "Stay away from me."
She hissed angrily.

"Its OK. I'm OK. I won't hurt you." He answered, modestly covering his
privates with both hands.

Well, the kid didn't seem like a rapist or serial killer. Liz took a deep
breath and looked around. She was in a jail cell, alone except for the nudist
colony reject. "Where am I?"

The kid chuckled as if something was funny. "The Dunbridge jail."

"Where's Jon?" Liz asked, trying to stand. With her hands cuffed and her head
still spinning, that was easier said than done.

He came over to help steady her with one hand. The other still covered his
manhood. "I don't know. A couple of deputies brought you in alone."

Liz rose slowly, towering over the boy. She suddenly felt foolish at being
frightened of the small, underdeveloped man. With her high heels, Liz stood
almost a foot taller. He barely measured up to her sumptuous breasts. "What
time is it?"

"About noon, I'd guess. They took my watch." He blushed. "What's your name?"

"Damn." She had been out for hours. "My name is Liz, Liz Barton."

"Jenny's older sister?" The nude male said, his face brightening. Most boys
did that subconsciously when talking about Jenny.

"Yeah."

"I'm David Smith. I was in Jenny class." He said, remembering the buxom
cheerleader. "You're taller than her."

"We were only half sisters actually. Why are you here?"

David winced reflexively as he remembered being raped by the big breasted
witch, her big plastic cock in his mouth and the coup de grace. Amber had laid
him out on his back and fucked him missionary style. He shamefully shot his
load all over his chest, which turned out to be something of a mixed blessing
given his current predicament.

"I don't want to talk about that." The male replied, averting his gaze from
the beautiful female.

Liz stepped up, very nearly rubbing her firm boobs in his face. "I don't mean
to be rude, but you better tell me what the hell is going on here!"

She didn't mean to be that forceful but it had the desired effect. David
opened up, telling her everything, even the brutal rape. Liz didn't believe
half of the story. Come on, magic, demons, witches, girl on guy rape? But it
was clear that the boy believed it.

"That's how I got here. I don't know what they plan to do, but I think most of
the town is somehow involved."

"Yeah, sure." Liz replied, glancing around the jail cell. They must have been
in the basement of the sheriff's office. That wasn't good.

"You don't believe me?" the boy said, indignantly. He hoped to have something
of an ally here.

"No," she admitted, turning back and gazing down at him. The little guy was
still covering his cock like an embarrassed school boy.

"Well, its the truth. I swear ... "

"How old are you, David?" Liz asked.

"18. I'm supposed to go to MIT in the fall."

"You must realize how this sounds." She said.

"I don't care. It's the ... "

The girl with the golden brown locks dropped her gaze to the David's cock.
"You don't have to keep that thing covered. I've seen plenty in my day."

"I - well - I ... " he stammered.

"Show it to me." The older woman commanded.

David hesitated but eventually peeled his hands back, showing this strange,
exotically beautiful woman his undersized penis. They both watched as it grew
to a full 5 inches.

Liz smiled. "Now look me in the eye and swear to me you aren't making this
crap up."

"I'm not ... " he started to swear but the door burst open and in walked 3
deputies.

"Sleeping beauty's awake." Toby said, flanked by his 2 colleagues.

"What bullshit are you up to, Toby? Where's Jon?" the Vegas vixen demanded
angrily. If she was afraid, the female certainly didn't show it.

David was. The Toby guy was huge, probably 6-4 and 250 pounds, like a pro
linebacker. He dominated the other 2 Barney Fife deputies in their green
jackets and cowboy hats.

"I wouldn't worry about him right now." The big man said. "I have been waiting
10 years for this day. Open the door."

The deputy to his left hastened to obey. Toby bravely stepped in the small
jail cell. David retreated to the far corner.

Much to the lad's surprise, Liz even more bravely confronted the massive male
specimen. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and she couldn't have
looked more girlie in the white dress. "I'm not afraid of you." The female
shot back.

Toby replied with a fist to the stomach and a back hand to the girl's face,
shocking poor David with the spontaneous violence. The male blow knocked the
girl backwards. "You should be." He hissed.

She refused to fall, however, not wanting to give Toby the satisfaction. The
Vegas vixen turned back at him and stood tall. "You always were a big coward,
picking on teenage girls. Now, after 10 years of hiding, you will fight only
fight me with my hands cuffed. Pussy!"

Toby took off his jacket and belt, handing them to the nearby deputy. "Un-
cuff her." The big man said to his Barney Fife look alike.

"But Toby," the smaller man replied. "The sheriff won't like this. He said to
... "

"Just un-cuff the bitch. Or you'll have to deal with me." Toby snarled. This
time the little deputy obeyed him.

Liz thought about taking the deputy's pistol from him as he freed her hands.
It probably wouldn't be hard. Toby had disarmed himself and the other dude
just stood there, holding Toby's stuff. But Liz found herself wanting this
fight. She wanted to beat the snot out of this bull headed male.

Just to show how bull headed he really was, Toby ripped off his tan shirt.
Buttons flew. "I'm going to break your fuckin' arm and nose, sweetheart. Just
like you did to me ten years ago."

"I don't think you're man enough." The tall, elegant woman taunted him. For
all of Liz's bravado, her foe was massively muscled.

Toby went about proving her wrong. He launched himself at the girl. She looked
liked a fashion model but fought like Chuck Norris, blocking or ducking his
thunderous blows. Finally, she hit back, slamming a fist into the male's soft
flank. The man winced in pain.

But he came back with a backhanded blow, knocking the girl back with its
power. Liz barely blocked a mighty overhead chop. Toby alertly grabbed her
wrist and bent her arm behind her back. He lined up his next shot. It was time
to break the bitch's arm.

The Vegas vixen cursed at herself. Toby had definitely improved but she wasn't
giving up. Her left hand was at his crotch. She squeezed.

The big muscleman screamed, freezing his next blow in mid-air. Meanwhile, Liz
pushed back, forcing Toby back against the bars and breaking his hold. She
spun about, ready to inflict more pain on this hated male foe.

But he proved to be to be remarkably fast for such a large man. Toby hit her
directly on the chin with a sledge hammer fist. It looked terribly unfair to
David. The girl had to be a hundred pounds lighter. She looked like a
beautiful super model battling a professional wrestler. He drove her back with
a series of punches. This time lovely Liz fell on her sculpted ass. David
hoped she wouldn't get back up. He couldn't stand to watch this anymore.

Of course, Liz didn't. She shook her lovely mane of golden brown locks and
struggled to stand.

Toby paused for a second to admire the view. Liz had fallen with her legs
spread. The girl's skirt had ridden up her long, dancer's legs, giving the man
a wonderful look at her V shaped panties. They were red, of course, matching
her top. Toby stepped up when she tried to stand. His foot landed on the hem
of her dress causing a large ripping sound. The male had his fist already
raised but he held back, picking the girl up in a reverse bear hug instead.
Her big white dress fell to the ground.

Liz struggled wildly but made little head way against the super strong man.
She squealed as his hands cupped her sensitive young breasts and squeezed.
Slowly, Liz stopped panicking. She couldn't win this fighting like a girl. Or
could she?

His female foe began to wilt in his arms as he held her in midair. Her nubile
ass rubbed just so on his loins. She began to cry. It was like music to his
ears. Elated, the male threw the supple young female against the bars after he
tired of massaging her firm titties. By this time, miss karate wasn't fighting
back. He pinned her harms above her head with just one hand.

A dilemma now presented itself for the would be rapist. He wanted to break her
nose, remembering how much that hurt him 10 years ago, how he lay at her feet,
sobbing in the dirt. She had taken away so much of his best years.

But the man in him wanted to see those boobs. They were beyond perfection,
calling to him like a classic rock song. He smiled and grabbed her red bra top
right between those twin peaks. The decision had been made. With a grunt, he
ripped away the hundred dollar top, freeing those succulent globes for all to
see.

David felt a pang of guilty pleasure here. He didn't want to see what was
about to happen, but he could not turn away. The girl was just too beautiful,
the man too manly, and the act too debased for the young male to do anything
else. He felt a pang of envy. Why couldn't he be big and strong like the
deputy?

"Nice tits." Toby said to the crying girl.

With the abruptness of a big city call girl, the crying stopped. "Thanks." Liz
said as she looked up at him. A fraction of a second later, her right knee
compressed his balls into thin little pancakes.

It wasn't a direct hit but almost does count in horseshoes, hand grenades and
ball busting. Toby cried out and doubled over. The busty dancer pulled her
arms free and hit her foe with a mammoth upper cut. It lifted the 250 lb
muscle man off his feet and he landed on his back on the other side of the
cell.

David couldn't believe his eyes. The sexy girl had turned the tables on the
bigger male in just a fraction of a second. She looked so proud, so naturally
dominant, in just her exciting red panties. They were the hipster kind,
covering her sweet cheeks in shear, see-thru fabric.

The intoxicatingly beautiful woman just stood there as her male foe slowly
lifted his head and tried to clear the thick cobwebs from his head. It was
obvious to all that she was sportingly allowing the male to get up if he
could. The female was out to prove her total superiority: physically, mentally
and morally. The rest of the men were simply speechless.

None were more so than Toby. To look up and see this bitch towering over him
again was more than the man could bear. Hell, he had literally sold his soul
to get this body for the sole purpose of revenge. A red hot anger well up
inside him. The fury came from the pits of hell itself. This bitch was going
down, one way or another. Toby leapt feet with surprising quickness and went
right at her.

WHAM!

Again, she stunned the 3 male on lookers with a picture perfect front snap
kick to Toby's head. It had been so quick the demonized deputy never really
saw it. Her long, sleek leg split his defenses, causing the topless male to
stagger back. His hand went to his face but he could not stem the red tide of
blood.

Damn! The bitch had broken his nose again. This time there were plenty of
witnesses. Yet Toby was no longer merely a bored kid. He was made of stiffer
stuff. The male charged back at her and threw a big right hand at his bare
breasted foe. The last thing he remembered was her large brown nipples mocking
him.

David watched in horror as the big-breasted girl blocked the frightening male
punch, stepped up and dropped the big boy like a sack of potatoes. He landed
at her feet. Still holding his outstretched arm, the topless showgirl danced
to her left, bending his massively muscled arm across her steely leg.

POP! The muscle man screamed just before he passed out. She had broken his arm
again. Technically speaking, it was a dislocated elbow, but who's counting.

You could have heard a pin drop in the jail after Liz just bested the toughest
man in the county. It was no minor beating. He would require hospitalization.

The taller deputy and Liz looked at the open cell door at the same time. He
was closer. But the dumb ass still held Toby's stuff. He had little choice.
The man threw himself at the door, hoping to slam it before the big breasted
female fighter escaped.

Liz had much the same plan. As a dancer she had her male foe beat on speed,
reflexes and strength. Her topless hard body hit the door just before his. The
hapless deputy went flying. A very angry young woman was on the loose.

The deputy did the best he could. Still on his knees, the man spun around and
tried for his 9mm. It never cleared the holster. Liz's long leg came up and
kicked him in the face. The deputy wasn't small per se. He matched the female
in terms of height and weight. But he was no Toby. The female kick sent him
flying into the corner of the room.

There, he made the mistake of lifting an arm up into the air. It may have been
little more than a reflex gesture caused by a concussion. But the busty dancer
wasn't in the mood to take chance.

"Halt! Freeze!" the other deputy screamed in a high pitched wail.

She ignored the warning and grabbed the fallen male by the lapel of his
jacket. His last memories were of lying between her pillar like legs and
looking up at her most perfect breasts. WHAM! BAM! Liz hit him twice, breaking
his nose, then his jaw. Then she dropped his limp body. They were going to
need a whole EMT squad to clean up this mess.

Two down and one to go. Liz turned on the last Barney Fife deputy like a
hurricane. He had his gun drawn and pointed at her heart. He was also shaking
like a leaf on a tree.

"Halt! Freeze!" he screamed.

The topless girl took a deep breath, causing her pair shaped breasts to rise
and fall. It suddenly occurred to her just how close she had come to dying.
This skinny little deputy could have blown her away at anytime.

"Put the gun down." Liz said sternly.

The deputy, barely 5-5 and baring a striking resemblance to the actual Barney
Fife, shouted. "Don't move. I'll shoot."

She thought not. He had a perfect chance to finish this before but didn't.
Simply put, he didn't have the balls. Liz took a step towards him. Not too
fast, she didn't want to panic him. She came at him slowly but confidently.
"Put the gun down, now. You don't want to shoot anybody."

He almost did it. The gun dipped than came back up. "Get back! Get Back!"
Barney Fife cried out.

This was it, the pivotal test of male versus female willpower. The man held
all the cards. He had a gun, was dressed and was on his home turf. The girl
was almost nude and unarmed. Yet, the male barely held his own. Liz fixed his
eyes with hers in a classic test of dominance and submission. She took another
slow step towards the deputy with that awful gun.

"Deputy Rodriguez, put the gun down right now." Liz answered. She was close
enough to read his name tag. "If you don't, I'll rip your dick off and shove
it down your throat."

That was no idle threat, not after what he had just witnessed. Rodriguez
caved. He lowered his eyes and set the pistol at the woman's feet, staring at
her feminine mound as he did so.

The girl moved in with blinding speed, kicking the gun away and grabbing the
male by the lapel of his jacket.

"What are you going to do to me?" Rodriguez moaned.

"What ever I want to." The topless female fighter answered.

David watched in horror as the buxom woman hit the cowardly male with a right
cross. In her mind, she was going easy on him. It didn't look that way to the
nude boy watching. The girl's punch blasted the man's head back and he fell
limply to the floor. She began to drag him back into the cell. David was too
frightened to move.

"You can show me evidence of this coven? Proof of what's happening here?" Liz
asked, turning to the naked, diminutive boy. He was shaking, standing before
her with his cute little cock standing at full attention.

He could do little more than nod. The sight of the 3 males, 3 authority
symbols and armed to boot, lying on the floor scared him. This was getting
real serious.

The busty brunette tossed her golden hair back and sighed. Then she grabbed
the kid by the hair and bent his head back. Liz proceeded to give him a quick
lecture. "Listen, I need you to get your head out of your ass and help me out.
We are knee deep in some bad crap here and we better work together if we want
to survive."

David nodded again and croaked. "What do you want me to do?" He was also
painfully aware of his little erection rubbing on her tanned thigh.

"Find us something to wear while I lock these guys up." She answered. For good
measure, the bare breasted vixen patted him on the ass when she let him go.

They left the town jail wearing orange jump suits. Liz carried a full loaded
9mm for extra protection. Luckily, the town seemed eerily deserted for a
Saturday afternoon. The couple crossed the street and circled behind the
library, hoping to remain unseen.

"Why are we going to a library?" the female asked impatiently. Her tall,
nubile body threatened to bust out of the tight orange jump suit. Especially
her firm breasts, which bulged across her chest. To relieve the pressure, she
unzipped her suit down to the middle of her flat tummy.

Conversely, David swam in his suit. The boy was nude underneath and his pointy
little prick gave him a comical appearance. He replied testily. "Its where the
books are. Come on, I'll show you everything.

Liz doubted the wisdom of following this kid. She didn't believe nor trust
him. Hell, they had just met. But the girl had little other choice. They
seemed to be on the same side. Her hand tightened on the pistol just in case.

David descended a flight of stairs and tried the back door. It was bolted
shut. "Damn! Its locked. I guess we will have to go in the front."

"Move back." The busty woman said as she edged past her male companion. She
stopped to size up the door. Then the leggy dancer gave it a firm kick. The
door splintered and swung open.

"There." Liz said softly but proudly.

The boy moved thru the debris, mindful of this gorgeous lady's lethal power.
He led her into the restricted section and went to work.

Ten minutes later he said. "See, there's Sheriff Williams in 1921. He isn't
descended from the Williams Brothers. He is one of the Williams Brothers."

Liz shook her pretty head. "You can't say that for sure. They just look the
same."

"Here's a copy of his birth certificate, dated 1851."

"So you're saying the sheriff is over 150 years old?"

"Yeah, look, here's the coven's contracts. Here's Williams' signature, dated
1872." The lad said, handing his buxom friend the book. Her nipples had gone
hard in the coolness of the basement and the young male couldn't help but do
what young males do.

She put her gun down and accepted the book. Liz knew he was staring at her
tits but didn't really care much at the moment. The names looked like a
laundry list of who's who in Dunbridge. She didn't quite believe him yet, but
it sure looked weird.

"See," David said, turning some pages and pointing. The kid tried not to look
at her perfect globes, rising and falling "Here's where he became high priest.
1941. After his stint at the mental hospital. He'd have been 90 at the time."

"It still doesn't prove anything." Liz replied, shaking her head. The whole
idea was craziness.

"Come over here." David said, pulling on her arm. "This is where I found the
book on magic."

They crossed over an aisle and came to this new section. The books weren't
just old. They were ancient but in remarkably good condition. Liz pulled a
couple out. She couldn't make heads nor tails of the writing. They seemed
legit though and kind of vile to the touch. These books almost felt alive. She
began to believe.

"Looking for something?" came a voice from just ahead of them.

David didn't have to look up to know who it was. Liz did and then looked at
her empty hand. She had left her gun an aisle over.

Mrs. Beauchamp laughed cruelly. "Here it is?" she said, levelly the 9mm
automatic between her oversized jugs. The librarian wore her usual black
dress.

David took a step back, deciding whether to make a run for it. He felt a pair
of feminine hands grab his shoulders from behind.

"Where do you think you are going?" Amber teased him. Then he felt a bump on
the back of his head and the world went black.

When he finally came to, David was hanging by his hands from an old steam
pipe. The busty Liz hung out just to his right. He guessed they were still in
the library. His wrists and head ached.

She smiled at him, somehow lightening the mood a little. "This just sucks,
doesn't it? I always hated libraries."

"What are we going to do?" the boy asked sadly. He contented himself with
staring Liz's cleavage. The memory of her sweet boobs bouncing about while she
beat up the three deputies had seared itself into his psyche.

"I wish I knew. Just play dumb and watch for an opening. If they wanted us
dead, they would have killed us already."

As if on cue, Amber and her bosomy mother strolled into the small, poorly lit
storage room. The teen still wore her Dallas cowboy's cheerleader outfit. Mom
still held the 9mm automatic.

"My, My you two caused a lot of trouble. Which one of you beat up Toby and the
boys?" Amber asked. Oddly enough, the younger woman seemed to in charge.

Taking Liz's advice, David bit his tongue. But it didn't take long for the big
breasted teen genius to figure out the mystery. She looked at the male. "You
couldn't beat up my little sister."

Then Amber walked over to Liz. "It must have been you, who ever you are? Lets
see shall we."

The buxom brunette whipped out a nasty looking switch blade. Mounting a box,
Amber cut all the way from the wrist down to the neck with surgical precision.
First Liz's left, then her right side. Before David could say halleluiah, he
was staring at his topless friend. He could help but smile.

Liz caught him and glared back. The rude look turned into a gotcha grin as the
knife wielding teen walked over to the boy. David's smile vanished.

"Your turn." Amber said happily. A minute later, the frightened boy was quite
naked, hanging with his tip toes on the ground.

One glance at Liz's globes started his skinny little manhood rising. Amber's
milky smooth thighs pushed him farther. Liz's brazenly hard nipples sealed the
deal. The females just sat back and watched the male prisoner get his hard on.

"Boy, you just can't keep a good man down, can ya?" Amber remarked. Then the
busty teen carefully nudged him with her pig sticker. "Maybe I should just cut
off this little pecker here and now. It would probably do him a favor."

"Oh, god, no, please." The boy begged. He dared not even twitch with her cold
steel so close to his masculine pride and joy.

"It would be quick and painful." She promised, taking hold of his dick head
with her free hand. Her thumb bent it sideways, causing searing pain and
pleasure to rack his youthful body.

David was caught between a rock and a hard place in this sexual torture. All
the women there knew that Amber was just joking. Ever since Lorena Bobbitt,
de-masculinization had become something of a private girl joke. But the male
didn't know it. All he understood was the cold knife and his surging
sexuality. David had been sporting a boner for the better part of the
afternoon. He needed his release but didn't dare.

Amber sensed this. She leaned over and kissed him. Her hot tongue penetrated
his mouth while her thumb caused him sensation that he never knew possible.
Despite the knife, young David started to shake. He blew it. Amber started to
laugh.

The busty brunette stepped back and wiped her hands on the orange jump suit
still around his thighs. She proceeded to retract the switch blade and stick
it into her back pocket.

Only then did David notice all of the women laughing at him, even his
erstwhile ally, Liz. He couldn't bear to look at her. The boy just hung his
head in shame.

Liz said what was on everybody's mind. "Jesus, David. Can't you control
yourself? You are hopeless."

"Men! They're all like that." The buxom teen chimed in.

Jon chose just that moment to barge in the room. Liz's face lit up for a
moment. Her sexy boyfriend was here to save her like a knight in shining
armor.

"What's going on here?" the newcomer said in his slacks and tweed jacket. He
looked very much the dapper reporter.

Amber turned to him, hands on her double wide hips. "Just having a little
fun."

"This is no time for fun. The master will not be pleased." Jon replied
tersely. He hated this stuck-up little bitch and her arrogant amazon mother.

"The master didn't catch them, did he?" the busty teen pointed out. "We did.
All I did was a quick little strip search."

Jon wanted to go over there and wipe the grin off the bitch's smug little
face. But he didn't dare. Mom was standing just behind him. The things that
he'd seen the Beauchamp woman do to men scared the pants off him. You didn't
mess with the librarian or her daughter, not if you wanted to remain with the
living.

But small town reporter could not fully contain his contempt. "Shut up and get
the boy dressed." He hissed. "The master wants him up at the asylum. Take him
there immediately."

Tension built in the room as the women reacted to the male's usurpation of
their authority. Liz broke the stony silence. "Jon, what are you doing?"

He turned to her. The madness in Jon's blue eyes said it all. But Amber
answered for him. She walked over and slapped her busty captive. "Shut up,
bitch! Speak only when spoken to!"

"What are we supposed to do with her?" Mrs. Beauchamp spoke for the first
time.

Jon looked back. "Kill her and dispose of the body." He said as if talking
about a rat. "Give me the gun."

"Not here." The older woman refused. "Not in my library. If the state cops
come snooping around again, I don't want them linking her to me. Lets take her
up to the mill and do the little slut up there."

Jon raised an eyebrow as he inspected the slut's awesome body: those long,
sweet legs, muscular butt, taut stomach and bouncy breasts. Liz was some
woman. It was a shame to have to waste her. He made up his mind to fuck her
one last time, his way, with the man on top. "Good enough by me." He said
slowly.

Liz read his perverted thoughts like an open book and spit at him. "Go screw
yourself." She hissed.

The male had to wipe the female spittle out of his eye. Amber chose that
moment to frog march a nude David out of the room. The busty teen made sure to
shoulder Jon as she past him, knocking the male aside. The two glared at each
other. Mother Beauchamp suppressed a laugh. She was proud of her strong
daughter. The elder Beauchamp raised her girl not to take shit from anyone,
especially men.

An angry Jon took off his tweed jacket and redirected his furor at the
helpless Liz. His hands went to her perfect breasts. "Me and you are going to
have some fun." The male hissed as he tweaked her nipples painfully.

Liz wanted to puke. How had she ever found this ... this creep attractive, she
would never know. Her taste in men ranged from bad to absolutely horrible.
Perhaps Lesbianism would be better. But for now she contented herself with
ramming her knee between his legs.

The evil Jon read her intentions and twisted, causing the knee to miss
entirely. He then grabbed a handful of her golden brown hair and kissed her
hard. His tongue penetrated her mouth in a vile and disgusting manner. They
stood toe to, breast to breast.

Pulling his head back a little, the man boasted. "You'll have to do better
than that, sweetheart."

"How's this then?" the busty dancer replied breathlessly.

Even before she finished her comment, Liz hit her man with a full force head
butt. It took him totally by surprise, like a baseball bat to the nose. Jon
staggered back, hit a box and fell on his ass. In a way, he was lucky. The
topless girl was ready with a follow-up kick had Jon stayed in range.

""Shit! You broke my fucking nose!" the man wailed on the ground at the
librarian's feet.

Mrs. Beauchamp showed him no mercy. She snickered and said. "Don't be such a
pussy, Jon."

Despite the pain and blood, Jon staggered to his feet. "Shut-up!" he yelled at
his nominal ally.

They may have been on the same side but that meant little to the Dunbridge
coven. The witches and warlocks were a wicked and evil lot. Most of the
violence that enveloped the small town stemmed from power struggles from
within the coven. Witch killed witch simply to open a spot for advancement.
Coven leaders used all kinds of brutality on their acolytes and rivals. Jon's
cooperation with the amazonic librarian was tenuous at best. Liz hoped to use
it to her advantage.

"You're not going to let this slut get away with that, are you?" the Beauchamp
woman teased him.

Of course he couldn't. Jon wiped the blood on his sleeve sneered at the bound
girl. "You shouldn't have done that!"

He advanced on her eager for vengeance, not only for the head butt but for
last night as well. This bitch had it coming.

She tried to kick him but Jon was ready. He blocked the kick and hit her in
the chin with a nice right cross. It felt good to finally be getting some
payback on this uppity woman. So what if her hands were bound above her head?
Jon didn't care.

It didn't feel good, however, to get kicked in the side of the head. Liz took
his punch and returned the favor with a nice roundhouse foot to his chin. Her
long legs were impossibly strong and Jon went flying back. He landed again at
the librarian's feet.

"You are a goddamn joke, boy. You gonna let a girl with her hands tied kick
your ass?" the buxom brunette mocked the male.

Again he stood up, angry at the Beauchamp woman, angry at Liz and angry at the
world. Jon had to beat this bitch but he was hurting now. Only his masculine
pride and rage kept him going. He tried to attack the girl again.

This time Liz faked a couple kicks, causing the back-stabbing male enemy to
pause. It was clear that he was afraid of her now. Both women laughed at his
stumbling cowardice. It also left Jon standing right in the middle Liz's
attack range. She kicked out with a powerful left roundhouse. The female blow
swept thru his defense like it wasn't even there. Jon was thrown back against
the wall. This time he didn't get lucky. The hapless young man bounced off the
concrete and into another left kick.

Liz never brought her muscular left leg down. She kicked him twice in rapid
succession. The first hit him in the face, flattening his already broken nose.
The second connected with his middle. He was out on feet by the time he
doubled over. The topless girl brought her right leg around in a smash kick.
It hit Jon on his shoulder blades and flattened him.

POW! Mrs. Beauchamp stepped up and hit Liz with right cross. The dancer's
tanned, athletic body went limp.

Jon didn't know what hit him until the big breasted librarian poured a bucket
of water on him. "What happened ... What happen?" the scummy reported
sputtered.

He looked down to find his shirt covered with blood. His head hurt and when
Jon tried to stand, so did much of the rest of his body.

"You got your ass kicked by a girl with both hands tied behind her back." The
buxom librarian gloated.

Liz raised her head groggily. That librarian bitch hit like a heavyweight
boxer. "Yeah, just like last nite, eh, old boy." The Vegas vixen said as a
trickle of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

"Shut the fuck up!" the male shouted. But this time he stayed well out the
range of her long, sleek legs.

"Did you two have a fight last night? I thought you two ... " Mrs. Beauchamp
enquired.

"We did." Liz replied as she straightened her muscular back. Her c-cups stood
out like baseballs. "And we did. I kicked his ass and then fucked him on the
floor. Jonny-boy likes it with the girl on top. Don't you?"

"Go fuck yourself!" the male replied, shaking with rage.

"He likes licking his cum out of your pussy. Don't you, Jonny-boy?"

"You ... You ... I'll ... "

"And he likes getting spanked!" the girl with the golden hair said
seductively.

By this time Jon was speechless. He had fists clenched at his sides.

The busty librarian turned to him with an inquisitive eye. "Is that a fact,
Jon?"

"No! No fucking way!" he answered.

But the male doth protest too loudly, Mrs. Beauchamp thought with a smile. The
fact was, she had met only a handful of men who didn't appreciate female
chastisement. Most, like Jonny-boy here, would never admit to it. Their male
egos prevented them from knowing the truth. It was time for the librarian to
have a little fun.

She brazenly grabbed Jon's shirt by the collar with both hands. "I believe the
girl, Jon. I think you are a sissy-boy." The Beauchamp woman said, her lips
inches from his.

"Let go of me! Let go of me this instant!" he railed against the bigger
female.

Liz chipped in. "Check his ass. That will show who's telling the truth."

"Good idea. Show me your butt, boy." Mrs. Beauchamp ordered. She pushed him
back against the wall.

Jon was a lot of things, stupid wasn't one of them. He had been hurt bad
already. His chances against the big chested librarian were poor under ideal
conditions. Plus, she still had the gun. "Brenda, we have a job to do. I
suggest we ... "

Being reasonable sounded well and good, but the dominant female rejected the
idea out of hand. "We have all night, big boy. Show me your ass."

With that she stuck the barrel of her pistol in his mouth. That silenced any
more male protests. Jon dropped his trousers while looking fearfully at the
9mm.

The busty brunette withdrew the weapon with a rare smile. Jon started to say
something but she interrupted him by ripping away his shirt, revealing a
smooth and lean chest. "Turn around." Mrs. Beauchamp ordered.

"Brenda, please, don't let this out of town whore tell you what to do." Jon
pleaded with her.

Still smiling, the buxom bitch stuck her gun in his red bikini briefs and
clicked off the safety. "Got anything more to say?"

The male reporter shook his head solemnly.

"Good. Turn around."

He obeyed her, trudging around in a circle with his pants around his ankles.
When he stood facing the wall, Jon felt her hands in his underwear. Brenda
pulled them off with a very audible pop. He stood naked before both women, his
ass a nice shade of crimson.

"Jon, you lied to me." The buxom brunette said. "You've been very naughty."

"Oh, no, no, you ... you can't." Jon stammered. Of course, she could and she
would. The Beauchamp woman was famous for such punishments. As a member of the
coven's inner circle with close ties to the high priest, Jon had been
protected in the past.

"I can't eh? We'll see about that." Brenda replied as she ran her free hand up
to his boy balls.

"I'll tell Sheriff Williams about this!" the naked man promised as the woman
fondled him.

Liz watched the female domination with pure enjoyment. The lecherous Jon
deserved this fate. Even better, the topless dancer began to hatch an escape
plan. Her body was tall and strong, shapely yet supple. If she got the chance,
Liz could use it to escape. For the first time since coming back to Dunbridge,
she had a pretty good idea of where to find her sister.

Meanwhile, the big bitch Brenda rudely stuck the barrel of her 9mm in Jon's
rear entrance. The nude male squirmed. He was still facing the wall. For some
odd reason, the once plucky reporter didn't want to turn around and face the
music.

"Tell the sheriff! Ha! That's funny. Why don't you just appeal to his
compassionate side. Tell him how the big, strong woman spanked you like a
child. The sheriff is so understanding." Brenda mocked him.

Jon knew she was right. You didn't want to show weakness in front of the
sheriff. Jon went from squirming to shaking. "Please Brenda, don't do this.
Your playing into the Barton bitch's hands."

"No, Jon, I'm not. I'm turning you into my bitch. From now on, you'll listen
to me. And my daughter. Now turn around." The busty librarian ordered.

He obeyed her with his pants still around his ankles. But the women weren't
looking at his ankles. They were looking at the giant erection between his
legs.

Liz giggled. "See, he does like it. The penis never lies."

Brenda looked at her prisoner. "You are so right. Men always try act so tough
when all they really want a strong woman to lead them."

"Fuck you. I'll kill you first chance I get." Jon hissed. His rage was
surpassed only by his sudden stupidity. The lascivious librarian still had the
pistol.

To the man's shock, she put it down on a box behind her. "Go for it. Let's see
if your man enough to take me." Brenda sneered.

Sadly, he knew he wasn't. In fact, there wasn't a man in town that had. Even
the sheriff tread lightly around the Beauchamp woman. She was 200 lbs of mean
bitch. But if he could get the gun, then he had a chance. Jon stepped out of
his pants and thru a quick punch aimed at the woman's chin. The attack was
nothing but a distraction. The gun lay three steps away.

Brenda, the librarian, read the idiot male like a book. She caught his right
hook in mid air and grasped his fist, displaying her superior quickness and
strength at the same time. The woman began to squeeze and stepped up to block
his path to the gun. Jon wilted to his knees as his knuckles popped.

"Well, Jon, must we continue this ridiculous charade or do we get on with your
well deserved punishment."

Kneeling naked in front of the fully clothed, bespectacled woman, Jon opted
for the latter. "OK, OK, youuu wiinnnn." The male sobbed.

Busty Brenda led him over to a box. "This calls for an old fashion, over the
knee, spanking. Wouldn't you agree, dear?" she said to her female captive.

Man, this bitch is nuts, Liz said to herself. But she played along, taking
common cause in the female domination of her lover. "You bet. Hit him hard.
Make him cry."

Technically, he already was. Brenda Beauchamp positioned him across her lap,
sandwiching his throbbing cock against the polyester of her black dress. "Oh,
I will. I'll show you how to really discipline a man."

BAM! Miss Beauchamp blasted poor Jon. The 200 lb mean bitch hit like a pro
linebacker and psycho killer all rolled up into one. His butt, already
tenderized the night before, screamed in agony and so did Jon. The male also
kicked and thrashed but there was no escaping the much stronger woman. She
held his head down with contemptuous ease.

"I don't see what you saw in this guy?" Brenda admitted as if she was talking
to a girlfriend. The busty bitch hit the guy again, causing more pathetic
screaming and kicking.

Frankly, Liz had come to much the same conclusion. But she played along a bit.
"He's kind of cute."

BAM! "So is a puppy dog."

"He's got a nice body." The delectable dancer offered.

BAM! "Especially with a nice red ass!"

"And what about that cock? He's sportin' gotta be 10 inches between his legs."

BAM! "Yeah, I can feel it against my thigh. He is huge."

Liz raised an eyebrow as she threw in the kicker. "He has a great tongue and
knows what to do with it."

BAM! "Maybe I was wrong about Jon-boy."

By this time Jon-boy was little more than whimpering mass of something that
might pass for manhood. The girls had turned him into their bitch.

"Rape him." the busty dancer suggested. "Make him eat his own cum out your
pussy. He deserves it."

"I like your style, girl." The 200 lbs of mean bitch replied.

She pushed the whimpering male off her lap and on to the ground. He seemed to
know his place now. Jon rolled over and showed the towering female his hard
cock. She smiled as she slid out of her black dress.

That left the librarian in black stockings, garter, panties and bra. She
looked like something out of a Victorian era whorehouse in a big, burly,
terrifying kind of way. Jon involuntarily let out a high pitched wail.

Brenda took him there on the floor. She moved aside the crotch of her panties
and swallowed his huge manhood in her hungry sex. It had been years since she
last partook of a real cock. Then the wanton wench pinned his hands beside his
ears, proving to the already battered male that this sex would be neither
gentle nor affectionate.

"Try not to cum, boy. Otherwise you'll be eating it." She said, sliding up and
down on his man-pole.

For Jon, that was nigh on impossible. He had been close to coming during the
spanking. It surged thru him like a wild fire. He went limp.

"That didn't take long." Brenda joked happily. She wanted more but enjoyed the
fact that she could make the male cum in a matter of a few seconds.

"Most men are like that." Liz said as she watched carefully. Her own loins
ached at the sight of the male rape but she remained focused. Brenda moved up
the weaker male, straddled his shoulders and quickly coaxed him into servicing
her orally.

The topless dancer waited a minute until the first female orgasm started. She
was banking on her lover's skills here. Jon needed to keep the busty, crazy
bitch on cloud nine for a couple of minutes.

Using her incredible body, Liz jumped up and wrapped her legs around the old
steam pipe. She kept her tempting torso perfectly rigid. This allowed the girl
to go to work on the nylon cord binding her hands. Taut cords of female muscle
exploded on her back, thighs and hips.

The girl let herself down softly, the cord dangling from her left wrist. Mrs.
Beauchamp was in the middle of her big O. Her eyes were closed. She didn't see
the danger until it was too late. Liz picked up the pistol and whacked the
crazy librarian over the head. 200 lbs of mean bitch sagged to the floor.

Jon looked up with renewed fear at the golden goddess towering over him.

"Where's my sister?" Liz said in her little red hip hugger panties. She
pointed the pistol at Jon's shriveled penis.

"At the asylum." He sobbed.

"I should pull the trigger, you know?" the girl lectured him.

"I know."

"Get out of town. Now. You don't want to be around when I get to the asylum.
I'll kill you if I see you again." The buxom gal assured him. She straightened
her back at the same time, causing her sweet, fleshy globes to stick out
nicely.

The 170 lbs of pathetic male didn't argue with her.