The Hunter, part 1
By Madcat
In the not so distant future, a male bounty hunter tracks down four genetically engineered super girls.


"So you want me to find these girls for you?" Dave Diamond asked with a slight
grin.

He sat at a small conference table with three suits. They were the typical
corporate types: one nerdy science guy, one gregarious purchasing woman, and
the quiet man in charge. On the table were the dossiers of the 4 fugitives.

"Yes, Mr. Diamond, we need you to find them and do it quickly before they can
assimilate." The woman said crisply.

"Clones don't assimilate." Dave replied.

"These ones may be able to. We constructed them without the liabilities that
we deliberately place in commercial models. Their social, physical and mental
skills are highly advanced."

"Why would you do such a thing?"

"Like I said before, that's classified. This is a top secret project. You
can't talk to anyone about it. There is information that you won't be allowed
access to."

"A top secret project that has been terminated." The top man suddenly
injected. "These prototypes are to be terminated as well."

"I don't do that kind of thing. If your looking for wet work, find another
guy." Dave said, turning to Mr. Bigwig. The older gentleman projected
authority and self-righteousness. Dave hated guys like that.

"Your one of the best at this, Mr. Diamond. If you want, deliver the
prototypes to our R&D facility and we will handle the rest." The woman said,
trying to save the negotiation.

"Capturing these women will be almost impossible. They are too tough and too
smart. A quick termination would be much less dangerous." The science guy
injected.

"Four women shouldn't be that hard. It looks like they will stick out from a
crowd." Dave replied, looking at their dossiers. The gorgeous fugitives looked
like something out of a teenager's wet dream.

"You don't understand. These women are as strong as any man on the planet.
They are naturally aggressive and are highly intelligent. They don't feel
remorse, pity or other human emotions. Really, you don't stand much of a
chance against them."

Dave smiled. He had hunted down every type of clone imaginable. The girls may
be smart but he was smarter. "They aren't immune to tranq darts are they?"

"No."

"Good, I'll take the job but at double the price. I don't know what you people
have gotten yourself into here but it sounds highly illegal. I'm just the guy
you need to clean it up quietly. But it's going to cost you."

A month later ...

"Damn." Dave cursed under his breath. The suits had been right. These girls
had been able assimilate. Even worse, they acted like deep cover operatives.
The beauties separated immediately and actively covered their tracks. If Dave
didn't get a break soon, then he would have to decline the contract. That
would mean he wouldn't get paid. Dave hated that.

He looked down at the dossiers on his desk and reviewed his notes:

Model 08A3 (aka Julie). Height 5-8. Weight 155. Blonde hair. Striking good
looks. Medium complexion. Large breasts and very shapely figure. Last spotted
a week ago in San Francisco in a bank robbery.

Model 08B7 (aka Debbie). Height 5-6. Weight 140. Deep black hair. Sultry
appearance. Dark complexion. Lean figure. Last spotted two weeks ago debarking
a plane in Washington DC.

Model 08C1 (aka Marie). Height 5-4. Weight 140. Luscious brown hair. Pretty
face. Light complexion. Very full figured. Last spotted a few weeks ago at a
strip club in LA.

Model 08D12 (aka Lindsey). Height 5-7. Weight 145. Red head. Cute face. Fair
complexion. Athletic build. Never spotted.

"I think I found something." Ellen said, entering his office.

Dave looked up at his assistant and part time girl friend. She was tall, in
her mid thirties and very pretty. The two had worked together for 5 years and
slept together, on and off, for four of those. Relationships didn't last long
in the late 2000's and theirs was no different.

Ellen returned his approving glance and casually removed a lock of brown hair
in front of her deep blue eyes. "Its Marie." She announced, throwing a daily
newspaper on his desk.

An ad caught Dave attention. It was for the local video company, but that
didn't concern him. The ad featured an up coming world championship wrestling
match with a female contender. This really wasn't all that unusual. Wrestling
productions often featured inter-gender battles to revive interest in what
could only be loosely described as a sport.

"That her?" The man said, studying the picture. The woman posed in a double
bicep curl. She looked highly muscular and had short cropped blonde hair.

"The picture doesn't do her justice. Watch her on the video I just sent you."
Ellen replied. She moved around his side of the desk as Dave punched up his
email on the old console computer.

Her full bosom brushed against the boss as the girl leaned over his desk. Dave
in his excitement almost failed to notice. But not quite. He leaned back and
enjoyed the brief seconds it took his ancient computer to spool up the video.

It showed a woman dressed in panties and a bra literally destroying a male
opponent in front of thousands of cheering fans. The man, wearing little more
than a thong, towered over the much smaller female. But for all of his bulk
muscle, he seemed almost powerless against the girl. And there was no
disputing the girl's sex. She possessed Marie's one very distinguishing
characteristic: double D breasts.

"It's a great make-up job. I had to check her face with my recognition
software. It's a 90% match." Ellen said slowly, her hand falling to his
shoulder.

Dave watched the video intently, maybe too intently. Marie tossed the big
muscleman around the ring with contemptuous ease. It appeared physically
impossible. But the look on the male wrestler's face told the whole story.

The man showed genuine shock and pain mixed with a little fear.

The man's buddy eventually entered the ring to battle the sexy female. He
smashed a chair across the woman's back. It had little effect. She reached
around, grabbed him by the neck and crotch and pressed his body over her head.
The guy had to weigh at least 250 pounds but she held up their for a few
seconds. Then the buxom lass tossed the dude out of the ring. This wasn't fake
or some special effects. This was pure, unadulterated female power.

"Wow, I guess I never really figured how strong these gals would be." Dave
admitted, his face a little flushed.

Ellen straddled his lap and smiled. "Yeah, she taught both those guys a lesson
about the stronger sex. But even better, we know where she is going to be
tomorrow night."

"Houston, Texas." Dave whispered, looking at the ad.

"Right." The brunette said, unbuttoning her blouse.

"You had better book a flight." He said looking at her juicy melons contained
in a nice white bra.

"Already did." She replied, kissing his waiting lips. "We have time for a
little employee motivational meeting."

Three hours later they were together aboard a private jet to Houston. Both
dressed casually for the three hour flight and carried small bags. Dave
admired Ellen slender beauty as she took the seat next to him. The girl wore a
little pink tank top and tight jeans.

The take-off was uneventful and the intrepid bounty hunters started
researching Marie's wrestling career as soon as they got into the air. She had
only started a few weeks ago but her rise to the top had been nothing short of
phenomenal. The girl wrestled using the stage name of "Maneater" and that's
exactly what she did. Even the world champ seemed hesitant about meeting her
in the ring. The promoters played it up for every penny of potential profit
but much of the public ignored this blatant display of female power. It was,
after all, just pro wrestling. And even in 2098 the world didn't want to see
cracks in the myth of male superiority.

Much of the research consisted of watching the busty young woman destroying
and humiliating male and a few female opponents. The scantily clad grapplers
gave each match a sexual thrill that Dave just could not deny. He felt a
stirring in his loins every time the muscular beauty pinned an opponent or
forced a male submission. By the time Ellen placed a hand on his knee, Dave
was beyond ready.

The girl sensed this but toyed with him for a few minutes, inching her hand
ever higher up his thigh. She also found the pictures of inter-gender combat
stimulating, but Ellen down played the implications. Instead, the slender
brunette just enjoyed the moment.

The couple spent the last half of the flight making love in every conceivable
position. At first Dave attributed this out pouring of passion to the fact
that they hadn't slept together in some months prior to that morning. But as
the intense session continued, he noted a definite change in his partner. She
seemed aggressive and confident almost to a fault. The girl took the lead as
much as she gave it.

But Dave's reaction to Ellen's assertiveness was as equally dramatic. He
realized this as he experienced his third climax in little over an hour. They
lay in narrow aisle. Ellen had him in what looked a lot like some of the
Maneater's pins. The uncanny resemblance to the wrestling videos was not lost
on Dave's keen intellect.

A few hours later, the couple sat in their hotel room and planned the
operation. At first Dave could not understand why the target had chosen a
publicly visible job like this. But he quickly learned the reason. She had
awesome security and her fame complicated his job immensely. But Ellen, an
experienced hacker, quickly devised a plan.

Downloading the Maneater's travel plans, they found a heli-taxi ride to
Houston international after the match. The couple decided to hijack the
aircraft and scoop the target on the roof of the hotel. The plan seemed
simple. The Taxi company had no security to speak of. The entire snatch and
grab should last less than 60 minutes.

"Good job." Dave said, kissing Ellen gently on the forehead. "I'm going to
take a quick shower."

The water felt wonderfully refreshing. It had been a long day all and all. His
thoughts turned to Ellen again and the unbelievable airplane ride. He decided
to take her again that night, this time on his terms. The way they used to do
it.

Dave exited the shower and dried hurriedly. His manhood stiffened at the mere
thought of Ellen's luscious body. The male's plan for the evening took a wrong
turn as soon as he opened the bathroom door. His lovely assistant was waiting
still dressed in her jeans and little bitty pink top. She embraced her boss
roughly, her firm breasts pushing into his chest. The towel around his waist
fell away leaving the man completely nude.

Ellen took control again as she maneuvered her boss over to the queen size
bed. They fell back on to it with the girl on top. She pinned his arms and
kissed him with primal force. Dave briefly rebelled against Ellen's new
assertive sexuality. He almost rolled her over during one long lip lock. But
Ellen broke the kiss and forced his arms back down. She smiled knowingly down
on him before continuing her tongue lashing.

For a brief moment Dave experienced what the male wrestlers felt when the
Maneater pinned them. He felt naked and powerless under the fully clothed
woman. Seconds later those feelings disappeared as if they no longer mattered.
He submitted to her sexually. They made love for two long hours. This time the
couple stayed in the same basic position. Ellen was on top.

The Maneater stood on the roof of the hotel waiting for her ride to the
airport. It was a hot Texas night and the girl wore short shorts and a bulging
halter top. Her mind briefly flickered back to the night's match. She had lost
but that's the way things worked in this business. Championships only went to
long time wrestlers with devoted fans. The Maneater would have to wait six
months or so, that's what her manager said.

She really didn't mind as long as the paychecks kept coming and they
maintained a fresh supply of male victims. The Maneater found each match to be
a thrill beyond anything she had known previously. The crowd, the victories,
the scantily clad men begging for mercy, all touched a part of her that the
girl never knew existed.

Not that she had much to compare to. Her life at the corporation had been
empty and meaningless. That's why the girls escaped. Marie knew things were
changing. Her emotional rush during the wrestling matches escalated with every
win. Even tonight she felt it. She wanted the champion in a way that she did
not quite fully understand but it made her feel hot and tingly all over.

Marie had the same urge as she looked at her two big bodyguards. Both were
retired wrestlers and dwarfed the little female in size. The males had seen
the Maneater destroy younger, tougher men than them. They stood nervously in
the presence of this female champion. Every man in the business knew that she
was the best, the fastest and the strongest.

The wind from the chopper washed over young Marie. She used the last seconds
before it landed to mentally undress Fritz, the handsome male to her left. He
wore a dark business suit but not in the Maneater's adolescent mind. There the
man only wore skimpy little wrestling briefs and those were around his ankles.
She focused in on his man thing. It grew bigger and bigger in her mind's eye.

The girl giggled as she wondered about her fascination with such things. Even
during wrestling matches Marie found them irresistible and often went out of
her way for a quick touch. Tonight, the champ had her on all fours. She broke
script and kept the position for almost 5 minutes just to feel him against her
well rounded posterior.

In a clinical sense, she knew all about sex. But the girl knew nothing of the
emotional side or the instinctive power of the act. She wanted to experience
it for the first time but knew things were complicated. In short, the Maneater
was afraid of rejection.

Slowly, she worked up her courage to ask Fritz for a date. Then the man
slumped over as if the mere thought had killed him.

Dave shot down the other bodyguard in short order. His only fear was that the
fast acting narco-toxin would not drop the big man before he could draw his
pistol. It did. The bounty hunter turned back to the female target. He fired a
second too late as she wrenched his gun hand. The dart flew harmlessly into
the air.

The Maneater twisted the man's wrist and forced him to drop his weapon. Next
she slammed him hard into the ground. He wore the bright red jumpsuit of a
pilot, but obviously he wasn't. "Who are you?" she demanded.

The impact with the ground knocked the wind out of the man. He just started to
answer when the girl's mouth made a big O and she fell atop Dave. Her massive
bosom pressed against his chest and hampered his breathing.

"Get her off me." Dave wheezed.

Ellen just stood over him and blew softly at the tip of her tranq pistol.
"Saved your skinny butt again, boss. I deserve a raise."

The rest of the op went like clockwork. They had their target on board as they
winged back to Seattle and a smooth million dollar paycheck. Dave doffed his
pilot's suit standing briefly in his little bikini under wear. He looked over
at the Maneater and paused. She slept soundly and probably would for another
3-5 hours. Just in case, Dave had cuffed her hands and feet. She didn't look
anything like any clone he had ever seen.

It was illegal to clone humans. The process was tricky and unreliable. It
often resulted in mistakes and hideous defects. Cloning required years of
trial and error to perfect a single model. Therefore the corporations only
cloned what they called abhumans, genetically engineered humanoids made from
non-human DNA. They looked a little like people but were weaker, less
intelligent and very different from those who made them.

Clones were property and belonged to their owners. Sometimes the abhumans
became emotionally unstable and fled their masters. That's where guys like
Dave came in. A few models looked and acted human enough to try and fit in
with the general public. But he always found them.

This sleeping girl seemed to be the opposite. Her face and body appeared to be
perfect. While her short blonde crew cut gave Marie a rough appearance, the
rest of the girl looked like homemade apple pie. The company must have been
working on her for a long time.

He glanced over at Ellen. She sat in a window seat wearing just white panties
and a bra. Her legs were spread provocatively giving the boss a bird's eye
view of her feminine treasures. A sexy smile told him the rest of the story.

Dave shook his. "Not now sweetheart. We have company."

Ellen got to her feet and approached Dave. They stood about the same height.
He stared into the girl's lovely blue eyes. "Come on, she will be asleep for
hours."

"You don't know that for sure. We had better keep an eye on her. So, sit down
in that seat and put some clothes on. That's an order." Dave said, pulling
rank.

"What if I don't want to follow your orders anymore?" the tall brunette said.

The response stunned Dave. He had always been the boss of their little
partnership. Ellen had always deferred to his authority and obeyed orders.
First the sex and now this, the man didn't know what to say or do.

The girl did. She reached down and ripped his bikini briefs from his loins.
Then Ellen cupped his jewels firmly in her right hand. "I think we need to
discus our business relationship. I want to be an equal partner."

"Well, that's something we can discuss after this operation."

She gave him a nasty little yank. "Its something we can decide right now. I
want half the money from this op. I saw the contract. I know how much money
you are making off this."

Dave grimaced but tried to stand tall. It wasn't easy when a woman has you by
the balls. "No way. It's my connections that got us the contract in the first
place. I'll cut you in for one third after expenses."

Ellen used her powerful position to further the negotiations. She squeezed his
soft little sack. "You little shit. Without my help, you would never have
found her let alone captured her."

"Stop! OK, half. You get half." Dave screamed loudly. He wondered if the
pilots had heard him. But someone else had. Her beautiful brown eyes opened a
crack.

"Good, lets seal the deal. Get on your knees." Ellen said, releasing him.

The man wanted to punch her lights out, to re-establish his natural male
authority. But it did seem like the right thing to do on an airplane, in the
middle of an operation, while nude, and so on and so on. His mind invented 10
great reasons not to fight back. In the end he obeyed her and knelt before the
supple brunette. She looked tall and mighty from his lowly vantage point.

Ellen smiled down at her ex-boss from atop her mighty breasts. She shimmied
out of her white cotton panties, turned around and stuck out her butt in a
most enticing manor. "Kiss it."

He did, not once, but many times. Dave had never serviced her orally before.
It never seemed like the right thing for the boss to do. But times had changed
and he changed with them.

The new boss moaned in triumph. They both knew that this would be no equal
partnership. She was on top now and loved every pussy lickin' minute of it.
Ellen quickly climaxed and spun around. Emboldened by her success, she kicked
Dave in the chest knocking him over backwards. Then the woman took him in the
aisle way for the second time in as many days.

Just for kicks, she slapped him in the face. "Who's the boss now, bitch?"

"You are." Dave replied honestly. He promised himself over and over again,
while Ellen essentially raped him, that he would have his revenge. When this
was all over and the money was in the bank, Dave imagined kicking her ass. But
even he no longer believed it.

Unlike the trip to Houston, the returning sex was short and to the point.
Ellen used it to confirm her new position of power in the partnership. She
climaxed first and Dave shortly thereafter.

The male returned to his seat thoroughly disgusted by what had transpired. He
slid uncomfortably into a pair of jeans, happy to be no longer nude. Ellen
lounged comfortably in her simple white panties and bra. Their eyes met for a
second but Dave turned away, unable to meet her confident gaze. It was going
to be a long trip home, he thought.

Glancing casually at their prisoner, Dave found the girl staring back at him.
He about jumped out of his seat.

"You're awake." The man stated.

"That's very perceptive of you. You're brighter than you look. No wonder your
boss likes you so much. I take it you guys aren't some unhappy fans. Do you
work for the Company or the Agency?" The Maneater asked in a sweet little
southern drawl.

"Neither, we are free lance and she's not my boss."

"Shut up, Dave. Don't tell her anything else." Ellen said, leaning over in her
chair to look at Marie.

"She sure seems like the boss." The busty little wrestler replied with a
smile. "What do you plan to do with me?"

"We are taking you home." Dave answered. He looked at his partner and got an
icy stare. Ellen's ample bosom looked small and immature compared to Marie.

The girl noticed his interest in her anatomy. "They will kill me there."

"Tough luck, eh." Ellen shot back. She too caught her lover's wandering gaze.
Her voice reeked with jealousy and anger.

Marie turned to the tall brunette. "Well, I just wanted to thank you then."

"Thank me for what?"

"For the little show you put on. I have, well, never seen anything like it."
The little blonde powerhouse said seriously.

"The sex? You mean you have never done it?" Ellen asked, shocked.

The other girl looked down and shook her head. "I don't mind dying but I
really wanted to do it with a man one time."

Much to Dave's amazement, Ellen got up and circled around behind the prisoner.
She had tranq pistol in one hand. "Maybe we can grant your last wish. How does
he look to you? Do you find him attractive?" the gorgeous brunette said,
pointing at Dave.

"He's kind of skinny." The Maneater said, her gaze hungry.

"Yeah, well, beggars can't be choosers. Dave, stand up and drop your drawers."
Ellen said to her partner.

"No way. Find another guy. I'm not prostituting myself for this clone." He
announced. The whole idea was sick.

"Come on, be a sport. Don't make this harder than it has to be." His partner
replied. She smiled but there was a harshness to her voice.

"Go to hell." The male responded. There were some things even she could not
make him do.

Shivers raced up Ellen's spine. This was going better than she ever expected.
Dave would learn once and for all that she was in charge now. Ellen dropped a
set of keys in the little blonde's lap. "I guess you will just have to take
him by force. Guys like it that way."

"You're crazy!" Dave jumped up and tried to stop the blonde from getting free.
He grabbed her shoulders and held the girl down with all his might. Needless
to say, it didn't work well. She secured the keys first and then used her
mighty legs to launch the male over the armrest of his seat.

He landed on his skinny little butt in the aisle way. The exact same spot that
Ellen had forced his sexual submission a few moments ago. Dave struggled to
stand. When he did, the male came face to face with the Maneater.

Dave was a full head taller than the female but he had no illusion of his
chances. He glanced over at his bag by his seat. His tranq gun was in it. He
needed to buy time.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way, boy. Which do you prefer?" Marie
said, taking him by the hem of his pants and pulling him close.

"The easy way is fine." He said nervously. "My name is Dave by the way."

"Nice to meet you Dave. My name is Marie. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." She
replied, dropping his jeans. The man wore nothing underneath, his briefs
already a victim of a previous predatory female. He naturally bent down and
kissed the rugged looking blonde. It was her first real intimate contact and
the girl worked at it slowly. The passion built. Soon her tongue penetrated
his mouth as her fingers explored his manliness.

The kiss went on forever. It certainly wasn't what Ellen expected from the
Maneater. It wasn't what Dave expected either. He responded physically to the
little clone's perfect female body in away that he could never have imagined.
His hands quickly found her overwhelming breasts and forgot all about the
tranq gun.

"Get on your knees." Marie whispered, her voice dripping with lust and power.

Dave obeyed the little wrestler. The girl turned around, removed her shorts
and stuck it out in an obvious attempt to mimic what she had seen earlier. The
girl's posterior looked large and strong encased in a pair of black panties.
He serviced Marie thru the black fabric. Dave found the girl simply
irresistible. She tasted better, her butt was rounder and the girl's skin felt
firm and alive.

It surprised the conservative male. Sex with clones, while many did it, was
considered demeaning and unnatural in 2098. After all, they weren't real
people. But there was nothing unnatural about Marie. Dave couldn't wait to
stick it to her.

He did have long to wait. The girl came rapidly, almost too fast. She spun
around and tackled the male to the ground. He resisted just enough to add some
excitement to the erotic contest. She pinned him quickly, almost effortlessly.
Then the girl ripped off her own panties in her haste to take him. They
coupled with an intensity seldom seen on the ground or in the air.

The last few days with Ellen seemed like just a warm up for this. Marie,
despite some youthful inexperience, surpassed anything Dave had ever enjoyed.
Her immense vitality seemed to flow in to him. He struggled to keep up with
the young woman even with his new strength.

While totally in control, Marie treated the man with compassion and respect.
Something he did not get in the punitive sessions with Ellen. The world seemed
to bend with pleasure as both lovers crossed the finish line together. Then
the Maneater's mouth made a strange grimace and she collapsed atop Dave.

"Bitch." Ellen said, holding her smoking tranq gun.

A couple of hours later, the bounty hunters were back in Dave's sprawling A-
frame home. Business had been good for Dave and his house showed it. He sat on
a couch in the large great room. An artificial log fire lighted the rustic
interior. It set a romantic mood but Dave wasn't having any of it.

Ellen came up from the basement where they held their prisoner. "What's wrong,
honey?" the leggy brunette asked as if nothing had happened.

He just stared out into the blackness of the night. Dave knew what he had to
do next.

She walked up and touched his shoulder. A part of the girl wondered if she had
pushed him too far. Yet she only did what needed to be done. He had taken
advantage of her for years now.

"Sweetheart?" Ellen asked nicely. One good roll in the hay and she would have
him back. The other girl, a big mistake in Ellen's book, would be gone in the
morning.

WHACK! His hand came up and slapped Ellen across the cheek so hard it knocked
her back on to the couch.

She was too stunned to respond. He had never lifted a finger to her before.

"Take your stuff and go. You're fired. We will never be partners or anything
else for that matter." He hissed at her.

Dave stood there, tall and proud in his jeans and tee shirt. Forgetting the
fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear courtesy of this woman, it felt good
to be acting like a man again.

Ellen certainly didn't see it that way. She got to her feet and snarled,
"Don't ever hit me again."

"Or what?" Dave replied, cocksure of his physical superiority. After all his
ex-lover was little more than a glorified secretary. Just to test his theory,
he slapped her again.

But this time her arm came up and blocked his blow. For a split second he
stared at his motionless arm. It seemed impossible that the lithe female could
defy him so easily. Then the glorified secretary shattered his cozy little
world forever.

Her fist sailed thru the air and caught him right on the chin. It was a good
punch. She got a lot of shoulder into it. Dave's knees buckled and he fell on
his skinny little posterior.

"Or I'll kick the crap out of you!" The striking brunette announced proudly.
She stood over the fallen male and stuck out her full bosom in triumph.

Dave was floored both physically and mentally. He was an ex-cop and trained
fighter. Sure, he hadn't hit the gym in some time and the girl was roughly his
size. But he should have been able to handle her without much trouble. Yet,
she decked him with just one powerful shot. He scrambled to his feet despite
some shaky legs. Ellen had hurt him.

"Show me what you got." She said, her fists raised in defiance. The girl
resisted kicking him while he was down. She could have ended this battle
quickly but it would have proved nothing. There was more at stake here. Ellen
needed to prove herself superior to this man in every way. She wanted respect.

The male waded in throwing punches. He told himself that it was only a lucky
shot that felled him moments ago. But his arms and legs felt heavy. The supple
female blocked or dodged all his blows while counter attacking viciously. Her
punches hurt. Only the sheer desperation of a man too humiliated to lose kept
him going. Finally, Ellen blocked his right just as she had done moments ago.
Their eyes locked for a split second as an understanding passed between the
two combatants. Then the girl clocked him in the chin again.

His knees buckled for the second time. Few trained fighters can get up from a
second knock down and Dave was no exception. He bravely got to all fours but
his legs refused any other commands.

Ellen's arms and legs rippled with a strength and purpose she had never really
known before. The girl worked out regularity but she had never really engaged
in physical combat. It made her feel alive. The busty brunette reached down
ripped the defeated male's tee shirt off and challenged him again.

"Get up wimp and fight like a man." She mocked.

The loss of the shirt prompted Dave to act despite his battered state. He
stood, barely, and looked at Ellen. The once demure and sexy girlfriend
appeared like a female gladiator invoking fear in his breast. Her slender arms
swelled with power and the girl's chest heaved mightily in a tight fitting
white tank top.

"Just leave." The man ordered.

"Like hell. I'm not letting you walk away with my share of the money. Tell me
you are sorry you hit me." She countered. "Or else."

Her gaze penetrated thru his faltering bravado and deep into his soul. Ellen
could continue the one sided beating at any time. They both knew that. "I'm
sorry." He croaked.

Whack! She slapped him hard on the on the left cheek. "You are sorry about
what?"

"I'm sorry I hit you." He said, his face burning with pain and humiliation.

"That's better. Lets put this whole thing behind us. We will make a good team,
Dave, if you just give it a chance." Ellen said, wrapping her arms around him
and kissing him deeply.

The night went downhill from there. The beautiful brunette led him into the
bedroom. For the first time in his life, Dave failed to perform sexually. He
kept thinking about Marie and the horrible fate that awaited the young woman.
Finally, they both gave up and went to sleep.

Ellen woke up with a sharp pain in her ass, literally speaking. Her hand
traveled over her bare hips and found a small projectile, a dart really, a
tranq dart.

The brunette jumped out of bed but she already knew it was too late. The sun
was already setting. The clock read 4:05. Someone had scrawled a message on
the mirror in red lipstick.

YOUR TURN BITCH

Ellen just screamed.

"You are human, aren't you?" He asked, his eyes following the curves of her
voluptuous body.

"As much as you are. Why did you help me? I'm sure the company won't like
this." She said, sitting in the car next to him.

"I don't know. I just didn't want to see you killed. You are not like the
other clones." Dave replied, staring at her juicy melons. She wore the same
shorts, halter top outfit from last night.

"That's cause they made me out of a complete set of human DNA. But don't fool
yourself. The other clones are 99% human too. The docs just take human DNA
strands from animals and combine them the way they want. That allows them to
sidestep any illegal entanglements. Where are you taking me?"

"A safe house. Someplace I maintain for emergencies."

"How do you know I won't kill you when we get there."

"Just taking my chances I guess." Honestly, Dave hadn't even considered the
idea.

They arrived at the safe house a few minutes later. Actually, it was more of a
ramshackle old apartment on the third floor than a house.

"I need a shower and a change of clothes. What do you plan on doing with me
now?" The girl said as she collapsed on the couch.

"Well, you can't go back to your old career. The Company will find you for
sure and send a better bounty hunter. I could try to negotiate a deal for you
girls. The four of you agree to assimilate and keep a low profile and the
company agrees not to chase you anymore. What do you think?" Dave asked while
staring into her soft brown eyes.

"I don't want anything other than a normal life. That's what all the clones
want. We would agree to such a deal if you think the company would. But they
won't. I'm a product of the top secret bioweapons division. They don't let
their failed experiments just run around."

"But if it's going to cost more to catch you than letting you go, maybe they
will make the right choice."

"Its not always about money. Too many powerful people have too much at risk
here. If the Company got caught messing with human cloning, they would be shut
down. Lots of people would be arrested. Some could go to jail. They won't risk
that."

"Maybe if I hinted at going public ... "

"Don't even think it. You would be dead within 24 hours. The bioweapons
division is nothing more than a wing of the National Intelligence Agency. You
don't want to be a national security threat. The best option for me is to
clean out my bank accounts and disappear again."

"Your call. I'll go buy you some clothes and then you can be on your way."
Dave offered, a little sad.

Marie got up off the couch and opened her halter top. She cupped her large
firm melons. "Get something loose fitting. I don't want to stick out in a
crowd." The girl joked. "And thanks Dave. Thanks for everything."

The plucky little blonde kissed him chastely on the cheek. He didn't want to
leave her.

An hour later, the bounty hunter was buying women's clothes in the middle of a
large department store. He felt conspicuous picking out lingerie and other
female garments. But the man forged ahead. It was the least of his worries. In
many ways his latest move torpedoed his entire career. Word of his double
cross would circulate amongst his corporate clients. His most lucrative jobs
would disappear.

Dave got up to the checkout counter and ran his stuff thru. He did well for
his first dive into the world of women's fashion and filled an entire cart.
Still dwelling on his unfortunate luck, the man slowly made his way out of the
store. A car pulled up to the curb just as he prepared to cross the lot. Then
the world went blank.

"Wake up Mister Hunter, wake up." Dave heard a female voice calling to him.

He cracked his eyes open and found himself in the backseat of a car.

"You have been a very naughty boy." Linda said. "You are lucky I found you
before your partner. She would have killed you."

Shaking his head, Dave found himself sitting by Linda, the gregarious Company
purchasing agent. In the front seat were two husky males. One glared at him
angrily.

"What did you do to me? How did you find me?"

"Stun Taser. It's a little nastier than a tranq dart. But you deserved it Mr.
Hunter. You screwed me over big time. If it wasn't for the heads up from your
partner, you would have made the biggest and last mistake of your life. As for
the finding you part, that's top secret. Just remember that you can't hide
from us. Now, where is she?"

"Screw you."

"Not the kind of cooperation I have become accustomed to from you, Mr. Hunter.
I'll give you one last chance to clear this thing up. I know everybody screws
up occasionally. Don't destroy your whole life over one little girl clone."

"She's not a clone. She's a person. But you already know that."

"OK, no more Miss Nice. Look down, Mr. Hunter."

He did. His pants were unzipped but that wasn't the worst of it. Two small
black wires led out of his trousers over to the small taser in Linda's hand.
"They are firmly glued to your, ah, privates. One twitch of my thumb will
deliver 50,000 volts of pure agony. Now tell me where she is."

Dave tried to grab the taser but never got close. He soon told the woman
everything she wanted to know. Ten minutes later they were walking up the
stairs to the apartment. The male muscle led the way. Linda helped Dave who
found walking very difficult after the taser treatment.

"Two guys. They will never take her." The bounty hunter warned. "She's too
tough."

"Those aren't regular men. They are clones, Mr. Hunter. Male equivalents to
Marie and her friends. They are bigger, stronger and easier to control than
their female counterparts. They should be able to subdue Marie with little
trouble." The Company woman said with a smile.

Dave just chuckled. He noticed a tranq pistol in Linda' hand.

The boys wasted no time in breaking the door down. They cautiously entered the
small four room flat. One circled left thru the family room, the other went
right thru the kitchen. It was quiet, too quiet. Then without warning, the
storm hit.

Male #1, moving silently thru the family room, got sruck first. A nude Marie,
who had been hiding behind a wall, kicked him in the face. The man had not
time to react. But he took the powerful kick, which probably would have killed
a normal man, in stride. Male#1 lashed out with his fist. Marie amazingly
caught it with her left hand and squeezed. His legs buckled and he fell to his
knees as the bones in his hand popped. A right cross sent him sprawling. It
all took about 5 seconds.

"I got her." Male #2 announced as he caught Marie in a bear hug from behind.

The man was three inches taller than his female foe and broader. He seemed to
engulf her naked body. Marie's arms were trapped at her sides. The other man
started to get up. It looked like Linda was partially right. The female clone
made the boys sweat a little, but they had her.

Then Marie grunted and broke out of Male #2's bear hug. She drove her elbow
into his midsection, cracking ribs. Then the girl spun around and hit the
astonished male clone with a side kick. He flew thru the air and smashed into
the kitchen table. It splintered under the impact.

Male #1 was back on his feet but not for long. Showing signs sheer stupidity,
he grabbed the little blonde vixen on the shoulder with his good hand. She
moved so fast that Dave could barely follow. Marie flipped the company idiot
thru the air, thru the wall, and into the bedroom.

The girl stood victorious in the middle of the debris filled room. "You'll
have to do better than that." She said, turning to Linda.

"Not much trouble, eh." Dave laughed. But he dared not move. He still had two
wires glued to his family jewels and the corporate hussy held the other end.

Remarkably, the boys made a short lived comeback. Both got up and tried to
mount a coordinated attack on the big chested female. Marie made short work of
the desperate males. She drove one head first into the outside wall. Then the
girl mocked her last foe by easily dodging a dozen of his blows. Dave watched
intently as Marie massive mammaries danced along with her every motion. She
finished the last male with a single shot to the nose.

The busty lass turned to face Linda in the doorway. The older woman had a
tranq gun trained on her. "Not again!" Marie sighed as the gun went off.

"Not a word about your little double cross. Do you understand me?" Linda said
as she patiently removed the wires from Dave's sack. He was nude and standing
in the middle of the women's executive bathroom at the company headquarters.
Linda was on her knees, dabbing him with nail polish remover to break down the
glue. It looked like something completely different to the handful of young
ladies who came into freshen up.

"Why? What do you care about me?" The bounty hunter asked.

"I don't care about you. But you were my pick for the job. I don't make
mistakes. Do you understand me, Mr. Hunter? I'd hate to have to give you
another date with my taser."

He shuddered at the thought but he clearly heard the dishonesty in her voice.
She would love to use the taser on him again. Dave wanted to resist her
somehow. Pay the woman back for the incredible pain she inflicted on him. But
Linda had a firm grip on his thing and very long fingernails. Any sudden move
could go very badly for him.

"Yeah, I understand." He said in husky tone. The man felt something ...

"Good." She replied, standing up. "Do you like me, Mr. Hunter?"

"No. Why?" Dave replied looking intently at the corporate girl. She wore 4
inch heels which served to equal out their height. The woman and medium length
chestnut brown hair and a trim figure. Her dark business suit gave her a
professional yet sexy look.

"Because I do believe you are getting a hard on." She answered with a devilish
grin and a gentle squeeze of his thickening shaft. Her hand felt very, very
hot.

"Well -er - no - ah." He stammered as he dared to look down. Dave refused to
believe what he saw.

"Perhaps, after out meeting with the VP, we could get together at my place."
Linda whispered while leaning forward. She took the opportunity to thumb the
tip of his potent tool.

"Like hell." The bounty hunter replied as forbidden pleasures arched thru his
loins.

"Consider the invitation more of an order than a request. We have three more
girls to catch. Its important that we learn to get along." She said as her
fingers toyed with his man flesh.

Just then the door opened and in walked an attractive young lady carrying a
men's business suit. If the sight of her boss fondling a naked man caused the
woman any concern, she didn't show it.

"Here you go, ma'am." She said to Linda.

"Thank you Annie." The older woman replied. Linda released Dave and took the
suit. She quickly located a pair of men's underwear and tossed them to the
naked male. "Put those on."

It was a red thong. Like most young men in this post modern age, Dave wore
some exotic under garments, but nothing like these skimpy little things. He
looked at Linda then over to the assistant. The new girl watched him intently.
Only then did he realize how silly he looked, standing nude and aroused in the
middle of a women's rest room. Dave nervously donned the thong. It fit snugly
over his narrow hips.

"Doesn't he look cute?" Linda remarked. "Turn around."

He did so as little Annie voiced her agreement. Linda put her hand on his
shoulder from behind. "Bend over and put your hands on the wall."

She guided him into position with his head down and his rear sticking out.
Somehow the woman had taken complete control of the situation. He felt her
fingers moving up his inner thigh towards his private parts. When she touched
it, he moaned softly.

"Yes, we will have lots of fun tonight, Mr. Hunter. But for now, I need you in
that business suit." Linda turned and walked to the door. "Annie, have him
down in Lab #7 in five minutes."

"Yes, ma'am." The assistant replied.

The restroom door opened and closed. Dave finally dared to turn around. Annie
smiled and handed him the black suit. She watched hungrily as he changed.

Lab #7 had the same 3 suits that Dave met with a month ago plus a couple of
white coated technicians. It was a small room dominated by a big window and
some computer consoles underneath. Marie was clearly visible thru the glass.
They had her perched on a chair resting comfortably. Electrodes covered her
nude body. The girl looked intact and the gentle rising of her giant globes
indicated that she was still breathing.

"Doesn't look very dangerous, does she?" the VP said, staring at the glass.
"Wake her up."

"Yes, sir." One of the technicians said. He pressed a couple of buttons and
Marie's eyes fluttered open.

"Heart rate normal, EKG normal. Marie has gained a few pounds since leaving
here but otherwise she is quite healthy." The nerdy science guy announced. "I
still don't see how she could have taken two of our male clones."

"Believe it. I saw it personally." Linda replied, her arms crossed.

"Still, the males are nearly twice as strong. They have a higher bone density,
faster reflexes, ... "

"It didn't help them this afternoon. Marie took them easily. Without breaking
a sweat." Linda cut him off.

"What did you see this afternoon, Mr. Hunter?" the VP asked.

"Just what Linda said. The girl trounced your boys easily. She was stronger,
faster and smarter than them." Dave announced, standing by the back wall.

"Impossible. I have data showing ... " the nerd started.

Dave grabbed the nerd's arm. "Screw your data, look at the girl. Did she have
a body like that when she left here?"

"Well, no."

"How much weight did she gain?"

"About 15 lbs."

" ... of pure muscle. In one month. These girls are getting better. Bigger,
stronger and faster since leaving here. I can see that just by comparing Marie
to the photos in her file." The bounty hunter explained.

"Perhaps the man is correct." The VP stated. "We should put his theory to the
test. Model M17 prototype is ready, is it not?"

The science guy nodded.

"Well, bring him in then. Lets see if this girl can handle our biggest,
baddest male clone." The VP said with a smile.

The room broke out in activity to make things happen. Linda retreated to the
back of the room. "Good job. Thanks for backing me up. You really put the good
doctor in his place."

"No problem." Dave replied. He looked at Linda with an approving glance. Just
the sight of the pretty brunette made him think of the little thong around his
loins.

"I might make a company man out of you yet." She said with a smile.

"Not likely. What's going to happen to Marie?"

"That hasn't been decided yet but I'd imagine M17 will kill her. That guy is a
beast, designed solely for military use."

Dave looked up to see M17 entering Marie's square shaped room. He was a
monster. Well over 6 feet tall, M17 boasted massive limbs and a granite chest.
Technicians quickly removed Marie's chair and a couple of other pieces of
equipment, leaving the room bare.

The battle looked like a total mismatch. M17, wearing little more than briefs,
towered over the little girl. But Dave knew better. He had seen little Marie
mess up guys even bigger than this fellow.

"Hi there." The nude girl said as the door shut behind the male monstrosity.
She bounced on the balls of her feet causing her firm breasts to jiggle in an
enticing way.

The male grunted something unintelligible. Obviously, communications was his
strong suit.

"You don't have to do this. I don't want to hurt you." She warned him.

M17 charged her and the next few things happened so fast that the audience
could barely see. There was a blur of activity and M17 was airborne. He
slammed into the wall with bone crushing force. The highly unfortunate male
clone landed hard on his side. Dave had seen this all before.

But he got back up. Obviously, M17 was made of tougher stuff than most men.
But the judo toss had knocked some sense in to him. He dropped into a crouch
and advanced on the amazing female.

The two combatants traded blows in the middle room. Again, the battle appeared
like a total mismatch. M17 looked like he could kill pretty little Marie with
a single punch. Then Dave noticed that none of the male's punches were
landing. Predictably, the busty babe blocked or dodged everyone. She landed
some nasty counters to his muscular torso. This all looked eerily familiar.

But one thing had changed. M17 hung in there where the other male clones had
gone down all too quickly. Then the impossible happened. The male caught the
female with a hard left to the stomach. The girl faltered. He capitalized with
a right cross to the chin. Marie fell forward, of course, flattening out her
over-sized breasts.

Most of the men in the observation room let out a collective sigh of relief.
That had been too close for comfort. The little girl had come just short of
ruining 2 years worth of work. The VP even high fived the technician next to
him.

"Damn, she almost had him." Linda whispered to Dave. "That would have been fun
to watch."

Even M17 felt some relief at the girl's sudden demise. The fight had been much
closer than he could have ever imagined. The male monster then planted a foot
on the female's neck and prepared to take her life. He never liked that part
of his training and he had never killed a woman before, a beautiful, breathing
flower of femininity. M17 hesitated for the first time, not realizing the
danger that lay before him. Nobody had ever gotten back up after falling to
one of his blows.

Marie didn't really get back up. She twisted violently causing M17's foot to
slip off her neck. Getting to her knees, the girl up ended M17, causing him to
fall face forward on to the floor. The ex-wrestler moved with such speed and
skill that the astonished male had no chance to react.

Things got worse from there. M17 tried to stand but Marie reached over and
brazenly removed his briefs. The light cotton fabric easily gave way under her
extreme strength. M17 froze for a second on his hands and knees as he realized
the female had stripped him naked. Marie stood up and tossed the torn briefs
aside.

"Its only fair that you fight naked too, big guy." The busty blonde announced.

The male bellowed in rage. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, M17 knew
that the female foe was toying with him. He rolled to his feet and charged.

It proved to be a very bad idea. The super fast chick just repeated her judo
toss that opened the battle. M17 went flying for the second time and bounced
off the wall. This time he didn't just jump up. Even clones have their limits.

A hush swept thru the observation room as the mostly male audience came to
grips with the fact that the woman had effectively beaten their indestructible
fighting machine. Linda elbowed Dave in the ribs, "This is going to get
somebody fired." She said with a grin.

Marie strutted her stuff over to where the battered male foe struggled to
stand. She smiled confidently as if a female victory had been a foregone
conclusion. Then the girl picked up M17 by the thigh and neck. She carried him
over to the observation window before pressing his limp body high over her
head in magnificent display of female strength and domination.

"Is this the best you got? Mr. Vice President, my friends are coming for me.
You can't stop them. If you let me go now, I'll tell them to go easy on you."
Marie said with a smile.

The man in charge spoke calmly thru a microphone. "Put him down, Marie. You
know we can't just let you go."

"Your funeral." The girl said as she lowered the defeated male and let him
fall to the floor. He lay spread eagle at her feet. "Watch and learn, Mr. Vice
President."

Marie straddled the naked man's shoulders and planted her femininity firmly on
his face. "Eat me." The busty female commanded.

The men in the audience watched in horror as their great warrior obeyed the
woman's command. They glanced nervously at the trio of females in the room but
the girls didn't notice. The submission of a well endowed hunk captured their
attention.

Finally the VP exploded. "Someone put a stop to this! Dr. Thompson, destroy
all records of this experiment. We can't risk the Pentagon getting a hold of
video footage showing their 6 billion dollar soldier getting raped by a little
girl!"

"Lets get out of here before the shit hits the fan." Linda said to Dave. The
brunette took one last approving look at Marie and fled the room.