The Hunter, part 2
By Madcat
In the not so distant future, a male bounty hunter tracks down 4 super girls.


Dave arrived at Linda's house in the mountains at 8 PM. They allowed him to
get his car but he still wore the suit and tie from the meeting a couple of
hours earlier.

"Nice of you to come." The elegant brunette said as she opened the door. The
woman traded her business suit for a black evening dress. It showed as much
cleavage as the moderately endowed Linda could manage.

"I didn't know I had a choice." The bounty hunter shot back venomously.

Linda grabbed his tie and forcefully led him into the well appointed living
room. "We will have to work on your manners tonight." She said. They stopped
in the middle of the cavernous room. "But first we have a few things to
discuss."

"Music please. Classic jazz." Linda announced to no one in particular. The
music lit up the room. She pulled Dave close and they started to dance.

"You can't be too careful these days. You never know who might be listening."
She whispered into his ear. She still wore heels, which evened up their height
difference nicely. "What did you think of today's experiment?"

"Marie was very impressive. But then I didn't expect anything different. I
have been watching her for long enough to know what she could do."

"This spells the end of our VP. He cancelled the female projects and pored all
his resources into M17. Marie has proven all of the male prototypes to be
highly inferior. We need new leadership."

"So," David replied and pulled the girl closer. "What do you have in mind?"

"Marie was right. We won't be able to stop the other girls. They fought their
way out of our high security R&D center. They can get back in if they want to.
If we try to stop them things could get messy in a hurry. And stockholders
don't like messy."

"You are getting at something. What?" he asked, daring to drop his to her
tight rear.

"We negotiate with the other girls. We give them the VP and allow them to
manage our military cloning program, under my direction, of course. I get put
in charge and deliver to the Pentagon the next generation of super soldier.
What do you think?"

"It has promise. Where do I fit in?" Dave asked.

"First, you have to find these ladies before they strike. Then you handle the
negotiations. I can't risk it. If things go south, I need plausible
deniability. In return, I'll give you a job with the company as my personal
assistant. It won't be safe for you back on the streets anymore. Not with
Ellen looking for you. She seems a little pissed off and very capable."

Dave breathed in her intoxicating perfume. It was quite an offer. But Dave
just did not feel comfortable as a company man. "Let me think about. I'll tell
you before I leave tonight."

"By the time you leave tonight, I'll have you wrapped around my little
finger." Linda said, kissing him softly.

They retreated to the dining room and ate a five course meal with real
chicken. He drank too much wine and they played footsy under the table. Dave
found himself looking forward to bedding this woman. She couldn't hold a
candle to Marie or Ellen for that matter. But Dave didn't care. He just wanted
nice, old fashioned romance.

Dave would have to refuse her offer, of course. Working for a corporation just
wasn't his style. But she didn't have to know that until after.

After an hour of eating and drinking, Linda stood up. "Are you ready, Mr.
Hunter." The brunette said with a wicked grin.

"Please, call me Dave." He said lifting his glass.

She intercepted his hand and took the glass away. "I'll call you anything I
want, Mr. Hunter. Now strip down to that cute little thong."

The man detected the serious tone of her voice. He started to stand up. "No
more crap, Linda. I ... "

ZAP!!!

He never finished his sentence as the mini-taser cut him down. Dave fell to
his hands and knees as pain paralyzed his muscles. "Its time for your first
lesson in corporate relations, Mr. Hunter. Now strip before I have to use more
extreme methods of discipline."

Shaking off the effects, Dave stood up slowly. He spotted the taser in her
right hand. The girl stood close by, in arms reach.

"Don't even think about it Mr. Hunter. This is your last chance." Linda said
firmly.

He slowly started to remove his clothes. "It doesn't have to be like this."

"Like what?" she asked innocently.

"With you in control." The man answered.

"But I like to be in control, Mr. Hunter. And you need to learn to follow
orders. Now bend over and put your hands on the table." The brunette ordered.

Stepping out of his pants, the bounty hunter bent over reluctantly. Linda
stepped in behind Dave's rear as if to take him doggy style. Instead, she ran
her hands all over his lean muscular body occasionally letting her long sharp
nails scratch his trembling flesh.

"That's better. Corporations are all about power and control, dominance and
submission. Tonight I will teach you these things, Mr. Hunter. Tonight you
will give me your mind, your body and your soul. Tonight I will hurt you and
you will beg for more." She said as her fingers made their way to his
thickening shaft. "Are you ready, Mr. Hunter."

"Yes ma'am." He whispered. It felt like someone else's voice.

Dave woke up the early the next morning in Linda's bed. He was nude and
shackled spread eagle to the bedposts. Memories of the long night slowly
filtered back to him. The old fashioned romance had turned into total female
domination. Linda evidently liked pain or, more specifically, causing it. His
body ached as he slowly remembered the exquisite tortures and tantalizing
rewards she had administered.

"Hey, look who's awake." Linda said from his left. She had just exited the
shower and wore a little black robe. A white towel was wrapped around her
head. The woman came over and straddled his loins. Her naked sex ground
against his. "You haven't told me yes or no yet."

"Huh?" Dave responded in confusion.

"The deal. What about the deal?" she replied as she removed her robe and
played with her nicely rounded breasts.

"Oh, that." He said while admiring her tanned little hard body.

"Well?"

"I don't think its a good idea but I'll think about it some m ... .eeeee!" the
man said as his mistress dug her nails into his nipples.

"That's not the right answer. Do better or we will have to revisit some of
last night's lessons." The sultry woman warned

His body arched from the agony and drove his manhood against her. Despite the
pain, he felt himself stiffening again. Dave couldn't believe it but it seemed
that he was excited by her power over him.

"OK, OK, you win. I'll do it." The male said thru clenched teeth.

"That's better. I knew you would agree. But first you have to prove your
loyalty to me, the old fashioned way." She said, dismounting him. Linda went
to work releasing his limbs.

"What - What do you want me to do?" the bounty hunter asked, suddenly afraid.
It felt better being tied up.

Linda strutted over to her dresser and took out a strap on. "I want you to get
on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. That's what I want. But I
want you to submit to me voluntarily. Out of your own free will. No taser. No
cuffs. You can just leave now and never come back. Its up to you." The
brunette explained as she strapped on the intimidating device.

Dave knew that she would never let him just walk out. He knew too much. This
was a test and failure meant an untimely death. The man started to protest and
stifled it. He had begged, whined and protested all night long. It had gotten
him nowhere. Time to take it like a man, he thought. The male got on all fours
and braced himself for what he thought would be a horrific experience.

And she gave it to him. Linda seemed to know just what to do. Her hands came
around and caressed his raging erection. Dave, despite his initial hesitation,
came almost in record time. He collapsed in a quivering heap and the girl
withdrew.

"Sometimes pleasure can come from the most unexpected places. Remember that,
Mr. Hunter. And remember our deal. Consider it signed and sealed. Don't double
cross me again." Linda whispered in his ear.

Ellen sat in the office and tried furiously to penetrate the bio-weapons
division computer system. That little rat had just disappeared on her. Nobody
disappeared on Ellen. She would find him. She would get her share of the money
even if she had to beat it out of him.

The Company was the key. Ellen had been forced to tell their contact what had
transpired. Now they wouldn't even talk to her. They were up to no good. Her
female intuition told her that much. But she couldn't find out anything more.
The company's Intrusion Countermeasures, better known as ICE, thwarted her
every attempt to pry.

"Hello Ellen," a voice came from behind her.

The supple brunette spun around. She knew that voice.

"Don't move an inch unless you want another tranq dart." Dave replied. He
leaned casually against the door with his trusty gun leveled at his ex-
girlfriend. The gorgeous brunette wore a white blouse and dark slacks.

She carefully eyed the five yards separating the two. Hunter was a crack shot.
She would never make it.

But he wanted her to try. "Go for it. I'd love to knock you down again."

"What do want, you ... you ... you ... ." Ellen replied searching for the
right word.

"I want you to find the other three girls. I took Marie in yesterday. That's
one big. Three more to go. I'll split it all with you just like I promised."

"Why the change of heart?"

"It was never about the money, Ellen. It was about me. I'm the boss. I don't
work for you or any body else. So lets catch these girls and we both walk away
millionaires."

Ellen chuckled. "I'll think about it. Why do you think I can find these girls
now? I have been trying for a month."

"Because this time they are headed right here to Seattle. I'm guessing they
flew in last night. Charter of course."

The girl's blue eyes lit up. "I'll check the passenger manifests from all the
charter flights arriving last night."

"And cross reference them against the taxi and rental car services. Get to
work girl." He ordered. It was just like old times except for the tranq gun
trained on her back.

The trio of female commandoes proved highly difficult to track down. But Ellen
was up to the task. She located a plane carrying six passengers from Newark.
One girl rented a car under the name of Tanya Raymond. It was a fake ID and
the photo in the NJ DMV did not match any of the girls. On a hunch, Ellen
pulled up security video from the rental agency. The girls expertly wore ball
caps and kept their faces. Ellen compared their heights instead and came out
with an exact match.

"It has to be them." She said confidently. "How many girls wear baseball caps
at night?"

"Where are they staying?"

"The Rocky River Inn outside Redmond."

"Let me guess, no security cameras."

"Right."

Dave suddenly realized how the Company had found him so quickly yesterday.
"Lets go. They are probably waiting for darkness."

Ellen grabbed her purse and turned around. Dave still had the gun pointed at
her flat stomach. "You don't need your purse."

"Dave, don't you trust me anymore?"

"No. And I don't want you to have one of these," he said gesturing to his
tranq gun, "so put it down."

"How do you expect to take all three of these girls by yourself. You need me."

"Don't worry sweetheart. I have a plan."

"I was afraid you were going to say that." Ellen said as she walked past him
and out the door.

Ellen drove and they arrived at the Rocky River Inn about a half hour later.
The seedy joint advertised hourly rates.

"Unbutton your blouse and show your bra." Dave ordered as they exited the
vehicle. He kept his hand on the pistol in his coat pocket.

"We don't have time for that now, honey." Ellen replied with a confused look
on her pretty face.

"This isn't the kind of place a man takes his wife or girlfriend. You are
going to be a hooker this afternoon."

The tall brunette unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to show all of her ripe
little melons in a white lace push up bra. Then she took out some red lipstick
and over coated her sensual lips. "How's that?"

"I'm impressed. Follow my lead and lets get this done."

They walked into the manager's office and booked room from a fat little bald
guy. The clerk spent much of the time drooling over Ellen's chest. Dave gave a
fake ID but that was par for the course at this place.

"Hey, I just saw three really hot babes outside. What room are they in?" The
bounty hunter asked the clerk as he slipped him a twenty.

"Room 106, two down from you. But be careful. One of those girls messed up a
guy in the parking lot this morning." The bald man replied in a hushed voice.

"Thanks," Dave said with a grin. He took Ellen by the arm and led her out of
the office. "We are in Room 108. Lets go there first. There's a couple of
things I need to do before we nab the other three."

They talked quietly as they walked. His eyes naturally gravitated to the sweet
swell of Ellen's breasts. Dave wondered if they could ever repair their
relationship. A part of him hated the gorgeous brunette. Another part loved
her. He complacently opened the door and his ex-girlfriend shoved him inside.

Dave fell forward over Ellen's outstretched leg. He immediately went for his
pistol and got to his knees. But the girl was ready. She grabbed his wrist and
pointed the gun away. The male stood up but he could feel the gun being
twisted out of his hand. It fell to the floor with a loud flop.

Now that she had disarmed him, Ellen proceeded to destroy her backstabbing
boyfriend. Dave never thought of his demure and bookish secretary as skilled
fighter. But the girl quickly erased any of his lingering doubts. She twisted
his arm around his back and up in the air. With her ex- boyfriend bent
helplessly forward, she kicked him in the face. Poor Dave collapsed to the
ground, covering his shattered nose.

"You broke my nose!" he cried out as blood started to seep between his
fingers.

The girl calmly picked the fallen gun and trained it on Dave. "I highly doubt
it but you deserve worse. You betrayed me. You cheated on me. Now you are
trying to scam me. What's your game this time, David? What are you trying to
pull?"

"Nothing, I swear it." The man replied in a nasal tone. He used his sleeve to
stem the blood flow.

"BS!" Ellen replied. Dave made a good liar but she knew him well enough to
tell not fall for it. The girl stepped up grabbed the lapel of his coat with
her left hand. Showing amazing strength for such a slender lady, she picked
him up and flopped him on to one of the twin beds.

"Tell me the truth!" the girl said, leveling the gun at him.

"What are you going to do, shoot me with a sleep dart?" Dave mocked her. His
verbal bravado could not cover the fact that the beautiful brunette had just
cleaned his clock and they both knew it.

Ellen leaned over and put the gun on the night stand between the beds. She
could handle Dave without it. Then the girl unbuckled his trousers. Dave tried
to get up as he registered this new threat to his manhood. But Ellen's kick
had almost knocked him out and the slender secretary easily kept him in check.
Before he knew it, his pants were around his ankles. Ellen ripped away his
bikini briefs, she seemed to like doing that, and seized his limp thing.

"Tell me, David, or I'll rip this thing out by the roots." The girl hissed.

All the bounty hunter could do was stare up at Ellen's golden globes and
wonder how the luscious tart got such a great tan. She had him now. He didn't
want to spill the beans but his choices seemed limited.

"What's so important?" a voice came from behind the couple.

The brunette turned her head to find Lindsay standing in the hallway. The door
was still open! Ellen recognized the fugitive clone immediately. The newcomer
had long red hair, a lightly freckled face and a body to die for. She wore
blue shorts and a white tank top.

Ellen just smiled at the girl and wished she still had the pistol. "We are
just fooling around. He likes it rough."

"Could have fooled me. I thought you were just another whore rolling a john."
The redhead announced as she started to walk over with her arms folded under
her full bosom.

With time running out, Ellen lunged for the gun. Lindsay reacted to the sudden
move by charging what she thought was a simple hooker. In the end, the twin
bed in between the two girls saved Ellen. She raised the gun and fired. At the
same time Lindsay knocked the gun away. Time stopped for a second as both
girls looked at Lindsay's left arm. A white tranq dart protruded from the
bicep. Then the gorgeous red head collapsed.

Dave started to stand but he was far to slow. Ellen trained the gun on the
partially nude male. "Take your clothes off, now! We are going to bag the
other two super chicks and then you and I will finish our little talk."

To emphasize her point, Ellen nudged his balls with the barrel of the gun.
Tranq gun or not, no man wanted to be threatened like that. He quickly obeyed
her command, all the while staring at her wonderfully feminine chest.

Ellen dug a keycard out of Lindsay's pocket and handed it to Dave. "Follow me
and open the door. I'll take care of the rest."

They stealthily walked 2 doors down. Dave hated being nude again. The seedy
hotel seemed too unclean for bare flesh but, as usual, it was not by choice.
He slipped the card in the slot, opened the door and let Ellen past.

She moved into the room using a two-handed grip on the gun. Wasting no time,
Ellen spun around the corner and leveled her weapon. The brunette laughed as
she acquired her targets. They lay on the bed, nude and engaged in some steamy
oral sex.

The dark haired beauty, Debbie, was on top. She looked up from her duties just
in time to get a dart in the butt. The blonde, Julie, was on the bottom and
had no idea what had happened. But Debbie's body blocked a good shot so Ellen
waited for the blonde to get un-entangled. It proved to be a fatal error.

Dave crashed into Ellen from the side. The girl saw the movement out of the
corner of her eye at the last second and managed to turn slightly. Much to the
man's dismay, the willowy brunette refused to go down. But he did get his hand
on the pistol and force the girl over to the other bed.

The nude bounty hunter had his secretary from behind and it looked like an
easy job to force her down the rest of the way. But not with Ellen. She slid
one knee on to the bed to brace herself. Then the girl quickly demonstrated
her superiority over her old boss. Using her gun arm, she elbowed him hard
just under the ribs. He lost his grip on the supple young woman. She spun
around and knocked him hard on top of the head with butt of the pistol. The
male fell at her feet. It had taken her less than 10 seconds to best him.

But that gave Julie 10 seconds to get off the bed. Ellen never saw the massive
right cross that hit the side of her head. While wonderful at dishing out
punishment, the slender brunette proved less capable at taking it. She fell
atop her old boss.

Dave looked up to see a naked blonde standing over him. He had seen pictures
of this girl before but they did her scant justice. The girl had long, strong
legs; powerful hips framing a nicely trimmed bush; and literally dominating
breasts. She reached down and helped him up.

"I guess I owe you a thank you." She said in a deep yet sensual voice. Julie
glanced over at Debbie on the bed.

"Don't worry about your friends. It's only a tranq gun. Anyways, I should
thank you. She almost had me there." He replied, rubbing the lump on his head.

Dave watched her lovely, tight posterior walk away and shut the door. Then
Julie spun around and put her hands on her hips. "Now, tell me, how does a
naked man show up in my room and save me from a psycho hooker." She said in a
stern voice.

"It's a long story."

"So tell it. I have time." The busty blonde said as she donned a pair of
skimpy pink panties.

"We used to be partners." He replied gesturing at Ellen.

Julie glanced down at the fallen girl and back at Dave. Her predatory gaze
sent a shiver down his spine as walked towards him. "So she isn't a hooker.
And you came here to capture me. Who do you work for?"

He looked at her muscular frame. Julie had the same stout build and broad
shoulders as Marie. But the blond had to be 30 lbs heavier. It was fair to
assume, she could crush him like a bug. "Ah, no, you have it all wrong."

"Then tell me where I'm wrong." The busty blonde said as she grabbed his left
arm and effortlessly bent him over the bed. "You have 10 seconds before I
break your arm."

"I'm here to negotiate a deal with you. One of the Company directors sent me.
My partner and I have been on the rocks but I needed her expertise to find
you." Dave said as the girl bent him farther down and pressed on him from
behind. The position felt vaguely familiar.

"Why in the world would I make a deal with anyone at the company? Which
director?"

"Linda Wells, in Purchasing."

"Ok, explain it. But make it fast. I'm not a patient girl."

He explained the deal the best he could given his painful and humiliating
position.

"Perhaps I should negotiate with you. I seem to have an advantageous position.
You could even say I have you by the balls." Julie said as he right hand
closed around his manhood. The girl listed a set of additional demands. "So
what do you think, Mister ah-what was your name?"

"Hunter." He gasped and squirmed in her clutches.

"Is that acceptable to you, Mr. Hunter?" Julie asked, obviously enjoying her
position of power over the submissive male.

"It works for me but I'll have to ask Ms. Wells." Dave responded. He knew
Linda would object to Julie's terms but the girl literally had him by the
balls.

"Come now. This is a man's world is it not? Certainly, a big strong man like
yourself doesn't need to get permission from a glorified secretary. Do you
work for Ms. Wells?"

"No, I'm not with the company." He replied, still squirming. The male could
feel himself thickening.

"Well, that's one good thing about you. So we have a deal. I'll leave it to
you Mr. Hunter to sell it to the company and Ms. Wells."

"OK, good." Dave moaned. He was really feeling the heat now.

"Is that what I think it is, Mr. Hunter?" the dominating blonde asked as she
ran her fingers down the length of his throbbing shaft.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You must like negotiating. I must admit that I also found our discussion
somewhat stimulating. Perhaps we could seal the deal with something more
meaningful than a handshake." Julie asked rhetorically as she released him.
"But first I need to make sure we aren't disturbed."

Dave slouched on to the bed exhausted as Julie scooped up his ex-partner in
one arm. She draped the slender girl over the side of the other bed and
unclasped her slacks. The blonde yanked down Ellen's pants and panties. Then
she took the tranq gun and put a dart in each cheek. Then Julie popped the
clip out of the gun before tossing it into the corner.

Her eyes diverted over to the male lying ready on the bed. The busty blonde
removed her panties and leapt on to his nude body. She kissed him with an
animalistic force. His body shuddered involuntarily as her mound pressed
against his hardehed manhood.

"Uhmm-hmmm, Mr. Hunter you are just what the doctor ordered tonight." Julie
announced before taking him again and again.

Dave arrived at Linda's home around dinnertime. He hobbled up to the front
door like an old man. The tryst with Julie had been long and painful. The girl
had tried to be gentle but in many ways these female clones did not know their
own strength. His body creaked and groaned with the after effects.

He rang the bell wearing his typical black shirt, trousers and raincoat. Ellen
had left him without underwear, but Dave had deemed Julie's counter proposal
too important to risk a trip back home. He dreaded telling Linda the full
story. Her wrath could be huge and the male felt it could easily be targeted
on him. Dave made up his mind not to submit to anything tonight. Enough was
enough. He absentmindedly patted the tranq gun in his coat.

Much to his relief, Annie answered the door. The assistant wore a red business
suit that pleasantly highlighted her girlish charms. She looked young, had
beautiful chestnut brown hair and sweet blue eyes.

"Come in Mr. Hunter. It's very nice to see you again. You look taller with
your clothes on." The girl joked.

The bounty hunter smiled down at the much smaller female and tried not to be
offended at her thinly veiled dig. The last time they met in the ladies rest
room was highly demeaning for Dave and best forgotten.

"Hello," he replied, "is Ms. Wells in? I have things to discuss with her."

"Have a seat, Mr. Hunter." The pretty little assistant said. She took his coat
and led him over to a seat in Linda's massive living room. "Ms. Wells has been
detained at work. She has authorized me to debrief you."

Dave sat in the chair and took a second to admire Annie's trim little figure.
His mind undressed the woman quickly and found small, pert breasts, a flat
stomach and smooth sleek legs.

"This is for Linda's ears only. I can wait." Dave replied getting comfortable
in the soft seat. At least he did before Annie handcuffed his right wrist to
the chair. "What are you doing?" he asked incredulously.

"Debriefing you." Annie said as she battled with his left arm. Much to the
bounty hunter's dismay, the sultry little vixen forced it down and cuffed him.
He was bound and helpless. Needless to say, it only got worse from there.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hunter. Linda trusts me with all her secrets. But before we
have our little talk, I have to do a weapons search."

The girl pulled up her skirt and produced a wicked looking blade from her
stocking. Dave panicked. He tried to pull free but failed as the steel cuffs
held him firmly in place. "What are you doing?" the man cried.

"Settle down and don't move." The assistant ordered as she began to cut his
shirt off with precision strokes. His pants quickly followed leaving him naked
in the chair.

"You won't be needing this." Annie said as she pulled the gun from his pants
pocket and tossed it away. "No underwear, Mr. Hunter? Don't you think that's
acting a little bit desperate?"

"It's a long story." Dave replied, his face reddening with embarrassment. He
looked over at Annie, fully clothed and fully in control.

"Well, we have all night for you to tell the story. I'm sure it's
fascinating." The girl said as she disrobed revealing a tanned, muscular body
in matching red panties and bra. Silky white stockings covered her super sleek
legs. "Music please, Wagner."

The girl straddled his nude body and kissed him. It was a long, sweet and
utterly consuming kiss. "Now tell me what the clones said." She eventually
whispered in his ear.

Dave told her everything starting with the girls' demands. Then he got into
his battle with Ellen and the brief but torrid affair with the blonde clone.

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk, sex with clones, Mr. Hunter, is against the law." Annie
interjected with false seriousness.

"Its not like I had a choice."

"That's true. It was more like rape, wasn't it? A man who gets raped by a
woman can hardly be called a man. It figures that you can't even handle your
own secretary. Some bounty hunter you turned out to be." The girl replied,
grinding gently against him.

"That's not fair." Dave protested. "These female clones are too much for any
man. And Ellen simply proved to be a great fighter."

"How about last night? I watched Linda strip you, whip you, and force you to
do some very unmanly things. And then in the morning, she took you like a
bitch in heat. Perhaps I should call you Miss Hunter."

"F-you." Dave replied, struggling futilely against the cold steel that held
him in place.

"Getting angry, eh? I'll be back soon, Miss Hunter. Then it will be time to
get you ready for Ms. Wells' arrival."

His anger festered as he waited in the chair for her return. Despite his
profession, Dave was never a violent man. He performed his job like a surgeon
and used force only when necessary. But this was different. The male silently
vowed to thrash both of these women and save his faltering manhood.

Annie returned with a key and Dave could not help but admire the hated
female's supple figure. The girl's sexy legs, cute little panties, and radiant
beauty briefly captured his attention. Then he refocused on the looming
confrontation. She unlocked the cuffs and asked him to stand. Instead, the
male tackled her.

The two went down in a wild jumble. Dave used his size and strength to take
control. Annie proved surprisingly strong and resilient but she could not
resist the much larger bounty hunter. After a couple minutes of rolling around
on the floor, he finally pinned the panty clad vixen.

"Submit to me, bitch. I'll show you who's the man." Dave swore triumphantly.
The little administrative assistant seemed hotter than ever.

"Oooh, I love it when you get all forceful on me." Annie laughed. "I'll give
you five seconds to let go of me or you will be sorry. Five."

"Oh boy, I'm ... "

"Four!"

" ... really scared." Dave said disdainfully. But he was a little put off.
Annie certainly didn't look frightened. Instead, the little girl conveyed
confidence and conviction as if she knew that she could take him. Events of
the past couple days taught him to never underestimate a woman.

"Three!"

"Come on, what ... "

"Two!"

" ... can you do?"

"One! Last chance to avoid an ass whuppin'." Annie said with a beautiful
smile.

"I'm not afraid of ... " Dave started to say as the girl's legs folded up and
wrapped around his torso like a python. With a feminine grunt, she proceeded
to bend him over backwards. Dave resisted but the girl's legs were too strong.
It became up a slow, painful decent. The male ended up with his back on the
ground and his knees jackknifed.

Annie propped her head up with one hand and fondled his privates with the
other. "Submit to me, bitch. I'll show you who's the man." She said to him,
laughing at his apparent helpless.

Surrender was the last thing on his mind at this juncture. He simply would not
submit to yet another female. With a mighty roar, Dave broke her leg hold and
rolled away from the nasty little vixen.

Sadly, Dave was a little slow getting to his feet. His virile male body had
taken quite a bit of abuse over the last few days and it showed. Annie
contemptuously kicked him in the rear as he tried to stand. Dave went
sprawling.

He turned and looked up at the girl as she grabbed his foot. "You probably
don't know it, but I'm more than just Miss Wells assistant. I'm also her
personal bodyguard. I have a black belt in judo and 5 other martial art
disciplines. I know a thousand ways to make you submit, Miss Hunter."

Sultry little Annie twisted his foot and demonstrated the first way. Pain
raced up Dave's shin and he howled in pain.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be Miss Hunter. Believe me, you will
need your energy tonight."

The once proud male pounded on the carpet and begged, "Please, stop, let me
go."

"Submit to me first, Mr., I mean, Miss Hunter."

"OK, OK, I submit." Dave sobbed, more out of humiliation than pain.

"Good," she replied releasing his leg. "Lets hit the showers and clean you
up."

A few minutes later, the couple entered the master shower. It featured
beautiful gold fixtures and fine marble. But Dave scarcely noticed it or the
luscious nude woman who led him there. She lathered him up with a strange foam
from head to toe. He wanted to crush the girl and escape, but t once great
bounty hunter was afraid of her. The last notions of resistance faded from his
mind.

"Wait in the corner for 20 minutes." She directed and Dave obeyed. The girl
proceeded to wash every nook and cranny of her incredible little body for the
entire time. The male, despite his shame and fear, could not help but watch
the sensual display.

"Come over here." The brunette finally ordered. Dave complied quickly, happy
to get rid of the foul smelling stuff covering his lean body. The hot water
washed it away along with his hair, all of it, from head to toe. Even is eye
brows disappeared. Dave looked down, stunned. His virile body now had a
feminine look.

"That's better. You are a cutie pie." Annie said as she washed him quickly.
The girl paid a little extra attention to his privates. "Now for the next
step."

She led Dave out of the shower using his manliness as a leash. He trembled
with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The girls obviously had some sort of
bizarre plan for him. They stopped by Linda's bed. Annie walked over to the
closet and donned a robe. Then she pulled an outfit out of the closet and
walked over to Dave.

"How do you like it? Linda picked it out." Annie purred.

"I-I-I can't." He stammered.

"You can and you will." She replied with firmly established authority.

An hour later, Dave sat at the dining table with Annie and Linda. A juicy
steak sat almost untouched in front of him. He spoke only when spoken to. When
the man did talk, his voice was weak and unsteady. He spent most of the time
staring down at his plaid skirt and see thru white blouse.

Annie had done her job well. A blonde wig and heavy make up completed his
transformation. He no longer looked male. A casual observer would have
mistaken him for a tall, ungainly female. These girls had stripped him of his
masculinity and humiliated him. Dave felt very angry, demeaned and aroused.

He could not deny it. A warm fullness emanated from his soft cotton panties.
The short skirt made him feel vulnerable and the lacy bra added to his
shameful lust. Dave could not explain nor understand it. But he hated himself
for it.

"Are you OK, Miss Hunter?" Linda asked out of the blue. The girls had been
strategizing over Julie's offer.

"Why-Why did you do this to me?" he asked in a jilted voice.

Linda rose and walked to his side of the table. She wore an elegant, black
evening gown that nicely accentuated her supple curves. "Last night was your
first lesson in corporate discipline. Tonight is your second. We call this
role playing. You will learn first hand what its like to be a woman in a man's
world. In a little while we will do a rape scenario. My dedicated assistant
will stalk you thru this house, overpower you and force herself on you. You
will learn first hand what its like to be helpless and at another's mercy.
Stand up, please."

Dave stood slowly. He felt ridiculous towering over Linda in the little school
girl outfit. The brunette ran her up his skirt and into the white cotton
panties. She found his aroused manhood and squeeze gently. Then the older
woman reached up and kissed him. "After that you and I will lay together and
share out most intimate secrets and desires." Linda said as her tongue invaded
his mouth.

An hour later, Dave found himself flat on his back in the dark living room.
The rape scenario had gone completely as predicted. Annie chased him around
the house in a black ski mask and outfit. Finally, the female attacker
ambushed him in the living room. She forced him down and produced a device
similar to the one that Linda had used on him that morning. Soon his legs were
spread and high in the air. The white cotton panties dangled from his right
thigh. Dave would have considered this position anatomically impossible before
this encounter but these girls seemed to know just what to do.

The girl actively worked his tool with her hands. He had climaxed once already
and she had him hard yet again. At that point Annie withdrew and proceeded to
impale herself on his shaft. She rode him for what seemed like hours. The
sultry little dynamo never gave up or slowed her amazing pace. Dave passed out
as the last climax shook his world.

He awoke cuddled next to Linda in her bed. It was late into the night and they
talked for a while about the role playing. The woman was nude, that much Dave
could tell, and she sensually explored his hairless body as they talked. He
still wore the schoolgirl costume but Dave no longer care. As time went on,
the couple talked less and groped more. Finally, Linda slid on top and
straddled his shoulders. She planted her hot and juicy mound on his mouth.

"Eat me." The woman ordered.

The man already was.

Vice President Miller strode into the building expecting just another day at
the office. Sure, he expected an exciting one. Leading a top secret and highly
illegal venture usually turned out that way.

"Good morning, Venus." He said to his tall, black secretary.

"Hello, sir." She replied. "You have a couple of visitors."

"Already? Its only 8AM. Tell them to wait. Who are they?"

"Debbie Clark, our new company president and Lindsay Thomas. I think she is
NIA. They are in your office now."

The VP's face went dark. He had seen the memo on Clark last week. But how had
the girl found out about the bioweapons division so quickly? They weren't on
any company books. He sucked it up and brusquely entered his office.

"Hello ladies." The VP announced as if her were happy to see them. But he only
saw one. A professionally attired woman sat at his desk with her legs propped
up. A data reader hid her face.

Miller felt the blood run from his face as the female slowly lowered the high
tech tablet. "How? How did you do it?" he mumbled.

"Easy," Debbie replied. "I knew exactly where our CEO lived after leaving
here. It was simply a matter of demonstrating my superior talents to the old
man and he made me a company president. Not bad for a recent grad, eh?"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to die. I'm sorry."

"But I can ... "

Crack! Lindsay moved in from behind and ended it with one well placed chop.
The VP slumped to the ground.

M-17 growled as he opened his eyes. The clone expected to hear the voice of
one of his trainers. He hated those folks but the massive male knew better
than to argue with them. They always had those nasty stun batons. Instead,
M-17 saw a small female figure in the doorway to his small room.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Marie said, wearing only a small white robe. "We
never got to finish what we started a couple of days ago."

He jumped to his feet as the girl closed the door. A short fight ensued but
both players knew who would win. M-17 quickly found himself pinned to the
ground with his briefs in tatters on the floor.

"You really know how to turn a girl on." The girl remarked as the massive male
clone struggled futilely underneath her. "Would you like to touch my boobs?"

His resistance stopped as if someone flipped a switch. M-17 nodded.

The girl released his hands and removed her robe. She looked even stronger
than before. Thick slabs of female muscle covered her arms and torso. Her
giant breasts stood out like little mountains. Marie gently took his hands and
placed them on her firm bosom. He squeezed slowly and teased her hard nipples
with his thumbs.

She reached back and found his rapidly expanding manhood. "I can see why they
call you a superman." Marie remarked as she ran her hand up and down the long
shaft. Freedom never felt this good.

Dave drove home still in his ridiculous blonde schoolgirl outfit. The clothes
looked disheveled after the night of rough sex. The wig, which Annie had glued
to his bald head, had detached along the front and sides. He drove along in
fear that someone might just see him dressed like a girl and looking like he
had been on the receiving end all night long, which, of course, he had. Dave
breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into his garage.

He thought about New York, L.A, maybe Chicago. There was no staying in
Seattle. If he stayed, there would be no escaping Linda and her devilish
assistant. Those women scared him. But Dave was more frightened of his own
conduct the past two nights. He could have escaped or done something. Instead,
Dave had enjoyed submitting to these to gorgeous women. It was new and
different and exciting. But it had to stop, now.

The man in a dress walked into his living room and put his wallet down. He
began to gently tug at the wig. The rest had come undone during Linda's wild
ride on his nose but the rest proved more difficult.

"Blonde hair doesn't suit you, Mr. Hunter." Came a voice from his right. "I
would go brunette next time."

Dave panicked and looked up to see Julie emerging from his kitchen. She wore
tight jeans and a white tee shirt. The big chested blonde wasn't wearing a bra
as most of the anatomical details of her massive bosom were clearly visible.
Steely cords of female muscle ran down her arms and rippled on her lovely
torso. A shoulder holster and pistol could be seen beside her left breast.

"Its not what you think." The man stammered. "How did you find me?"

"That part wasn't hard. Marie knew exactly where you lived." The girl said,
walking towards him.

"Let me get changed first." Dave said.

"What?"

"Let me get out of these clothes before you kill me. I don't want to be on the
six o'clock news in a skirt."

Julie smiled. "I'm not here to kill you. I may be a cold blooded criminal but
I can't kill a man that I just, well, you know. I came here to thank you and
give you your money. Four million, correct?"

Dave just nodded his head. He didn't know if this was real or some kind of
sick joke.

The girl reached into her back pocket and pulled out a cash card. She handed
it to him. "Four big ones."

"Thanks." Dave said, staring at his hand holding his retirement.

"About yesterday. I didn't know your were in to this kind of ... Well, I'm
sorry if I made you do anything thing you didn't want to." The busty blonde
said, lightly touching his hand.

They often say clothes make the man and Dave was no exception. Once the death
threat disappeared he started to feel like a little schoolgirl in front of
this brawny young woman. His eyes bounced between her comely face and massive
chest.

"No, no you have it all wrong. This was Linda's idea. She has some very
bizarre tastes." He tried again to get rid of the wig.

"Here, let me help you with that." Julie said as she leaned over to help Dave.
Her large, anatomically correct breasts rubbed against his arms. "You won't
have to worry about Linda or anyone else at the bioweapons division. We shut
it down this morning. Everyone in charge has been, ah, terminated."

"You mean they're dead?"

The girl nodded as she finally got the wig off. "They were evil people, Dave.
The world is better off without them. Do you mind if I get rid of the rest of
this ridiculous outfit?"

Dave looked at the busty blonde and nodded. The male knew where this was going
and he knew that he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. He quietly looked
down as the woman unbuttoned his blouse.

"We left your partner sleeping in the hotel room. I didn't know what to do
with her so I'll leave it up to you." Julie said as she pulled off his blouse.
It fell to the floor without a sound.

"And you are to say nothing to anybody about the bioweapons division or the
human cloning that went on there. We are going to relocate all of the people
that were created by the company and try and give them something of a life."
The girl continued as if nothing was happening.

But Dave knew differently. He could feel her left hand reaching under the
plaid skirt and exploring his nether regions. His face flushed with
anticipation.

"I can trust your silence on this, correct?" The powerful woman asked. There
was no threat in her voice but Dave felt it just the same. She reached around
him with both arms and pulled his trembling body close. Her fingers searched
for the skirt's zipper.

She felt strong and hot and delightful to the nearly naked male. The girl's
big breasts pushed into his hairless chest and her sweet breath filled his
nostrils. "You can trust me," he whispered softly in to her ear.

"I knew I could." She replied back.

ZZZZip. Dave heard the sound and felt the skirt fall leaving him in panties,
bra and bobby socks. The white garments still gave him a feminine appeal but
the big bulge between his legs said otherwise.

Julie took a step back and gazed his smooth, feminized body. "Mr. Hunter,
yesterday you rescued me in the nude. Today you are wearing pretty little
panties. I get the feeling you are something of a tease."

Dave brazenly stuck his hands out and kneaded her soft bosom. "You could have
at least worn a bra."

"Can I borrow yours?" Julie said, pulling him close with her strong arms. They
kissed. The big girl swept him up off the ground and carried him into the
bedroom. Dave spent the next hour flat on his back with the white cotton
panties around his ankles.

Ellen opened her eyes in a flutter. The bright lights hurt and she abruptly
felt cold. A wave of nausea swept thru her as the world spun around. It
subsided slowly as the world stopped spinning. She recognized Dave's face. He
wore a ball cap and sunglasses.

"What happened?" she asked, splashing around in the tub.

"It's a very long story. Suffice it to say its over."

The girl noticed that she was nude and modestly covered her floating breasts.
"How did I get here?"

"I put you in there. You have been sleeping for almost a day. You needed to
wake up and, believe me, you needed the bath. Wash up and I'll wait outside.
Holler if you need help with anything." Dave said as he retreated out the
door.

They continued to talk as she washed. He told her everything that happened the
last couple of days except for some of the naughtier details. The gorgeous
brunette took her time in the tub.

She finally emerged from the shower wearing a white towel hanging from her
full bosom. "And what about the money? Did you collect any before the company
got shutdown?" Ellen asked aggressively.

Dave reached over to a pile of clothes on the desk and pulled out a card. He
handed it to her. "Two biggies just for you. You were right. You deserve half
the cash."

The luscious young lady grabbed the card and stared. "Two million. Two million
effing dollars!"

"You got it."

"Oh, Dave you are the best. I should never have, ah, doubted you." Elle
replied, throwing her arms around him and squeezing.

"So are we still partners? Just like before?" he asked, squeezing back.

The girl pushed back just a bit and looked at him. "Ok, partner but a few
things are going to change."

"Like what?" Dave replied innocently.

"Like this." Ellen answered as she pushed him backwards. The girl stuck her
leg out just to make sure he would fall. For the second time that day, Dave
was flat on his back.

She thru off her towel and mounted his shoulders. "Eat me." Ellen commanded.
Dave had already started. The girl leaned back and held out the 2 million
dollar card. Life doesn't get any better than this, she thought as her partner
explored her most intimate regions with his tongue.