VIRAGO
by amazonfan
Meet two members of the undercover team known as Virago, the strongest, sexiest women in the world


The idea was so simple.  If sex is power -- if a woman is capable of 
turning a man into a blithering idiot who'll do anything she wants just 
because she has a beautiful face, sexy body, and talent in bed -- then 
what would sex and power be?  What was a woman who was capable of being 
as strong as she was seductive?  Who could punish as well as pleasure? 

What you'd have is a woman capable of earning a great deal of money.  A 
woman capable of spying for governments and corporations, committing 
extortion, exacting revenge, even assassination.  A woman capable of 
fitting into a variety of roles, from secretary to stewardess to 
reporter to personal trainer to CEO.  All roles which would allow her 
easy introduction to her target.  Her flirtation would provoke his 
infatuation.  It rarely was difficult to persuade the target to have a 
private rendez-vous.  In private he'd quickly find out what an enormous 
mistake and miscalculation he'd made. 

In point of fact, such women exist.  A small group, numbering about two 
dozen, operating under the name Virago, Ltd.  Now for those of you 
without a dictionary nearby, "virago" is an old word rarely used today 
that means "a large, strong, domineering woman".  The women of Virago, 
Ltd. are some of the most extraordinary physical specimens on the 
planet.  Each one possesses physical strength of enormous magnitude, far 
exceeding what one would expect of women or men of comparable size.  
Each one is well versed in a variety of fighting, wrestling and martial 
arts skills.  Each one is very beautiful.  And each one has a shape that 
makes men drool. 

Whenever possible, the women of Virago work in teams, generally two to 
three per "quarry".  No that one woman couldn't handle the assignment 
alone, but a group makes for faster work and better security. 

The case of George Zuckerman perfectly illustrates a team in action.  
George is a small player in the computer industry.  He swindled a 
neophyte who engineered a new way to cheaply expand the processing power 
of his computers.  The fact that the "neophyte" was a woman, one of the 
few women in this highly specialized role in the electronics industry, 
evoked the sympathy and interest of Virago. 

After a background search into George's habits and lifestyle, a plan 
quickly took shape.  George would be in Los Angeles to attend a seminar 
on new marketing techniques.  The team would deal with him there. 

Joy was chosen as the "bait", the member of the team to lure George into 
their trap.  Since Zuckerman was 5'8", Joy was chosen since she was the 
shortest member of the team, at 5'5".  Joy was also very knowledgeable 
about both computers and advertising.  It was decided she'd pose as a 
freelance copywriter who was attending the seminar to drum up business. 

Joy arrived at the seminar conservatively dressed in a pants suit and 
blazer (the former to camouflage the size of her arms and legs, the 
latter to hide her chest).  She just "happened" to sit next to George.  
By the second coffee break, she had broken the ice and begun to make her 
sales pitch. 

George sat there bedazzled by Joy's good looks and knowledge of 
computers.  His ego was flattered that she thought his little company 
should be doing advertising.  Sure he could go to some big agency, but 
did he think he'd have the chance to work with someone as ravishing as 
Joy?  What the hell, he thought, he should take a look at her work.  And 
how convenient that she lived in Los Angeles, so he could go over to her 
home office during free time at the seminar. 

Joy knew she just about had him hooked.  Time to cement his interest.  
Casually she slipped off her blazer, st-r-r-r-r-retching her arms back 
as she did.  George gulped and did his gentlemanly best not to stare at 
the abundant breasts pressing against her silk blouse.  But holy shit 
was she stacked!  Now he had to meet with her.  He agreed to can the 
4:00 session on public relations and take a meeting with Joy.  She said 
she might invite a partner of hers who also specialized in computer 
advertising. 

Meeting set, Joy got up to leave.  "Oh, by the way, bring a bathing suit 
if you want," she said, "It's nice that time of day by my pool and it's 
a real nice atmosphere for making presentations." 

I'll bet, thought Zuckerman, imagining Joy's body in a skimpy bikini.  
Driven by his mounting lust, he was so anxious that he got to Joy's 
place 15 minutes early.  But the Virago team was ready and in place.  
Joy opened the door wearing a full length, long sleeved caftan with a 
deep v-neck. 

"What time is it?" asked Joy, feigning surprise, "Oh, you're early.  I'm 
so sorry, but I lost track of the time.  I was out sunning by the pool 
and I'm so embarrassed that I didn't have time to get changed back into 
regular clothes.  I'm really much more professional than this.  Can you 
forgive me?" 

George's eyes had drifted down the v-neck to the exposed tops of her 
breasts while Joy had been apologizing.  "Hey, no problem," he replied, 
"Matter of fact it's a little warmer than I thought.  I brought a 
swimsuit, so why don't I just get changed and then we'll both be even 
and comfortable." 

"Oh you're so understanding," gushed Joy, continuing to play the flirt.  
She brought George out to a cabana by the pool so he could change.  
Inside, George couldn't help but notice Joy's bikinis -- the teeny-tiny 
thong type you'd only expect to see on the beaches at Rio.  Hot shit, he 
thought, how'd I get so lucky to stumble into this one? 

Emerging from the cabana, George looked around the pool area.  He was 
struck by the fact that it was completely private -- no one could see 
into the yard.  He turned when he heard the sliding door from the house 
open and saw that Joy was not alone.  With her was another woman -- must 
be the promised partner. 

If George thought he was lucky before, he thought he'd died and gone to 
gambler's heaven when he got a closer look at Joy's partner.  She was a 
ravishing beauty too.  So what if she was a little taller than he was.  
She had on a caftan too. 

"George, this is my art director partner, Rebecca Sinclair, " said Joy, 
handling introductions.  "I told her we were going casual, so she 
changed too. Well, why don't we sit down and we'll show you what we have 
to offer." 

After a few minutes of pleasantries and small talk, Joy pulled out a 
portfolio of ads.  They were ripped out of other publications, but they 
figured George was too dumb to know they hadn't done them.  Joy stood 
over the table and deliberately leaned forward as she flipped through 
the pages.  Poor George just kept staring down her caftan into the vast 
expanse of cleavage peeking out at him. 

"Becky, why don't you set up the next ad for George," invited Joy and 
Becky assumed the standing and leaning forward pose.  She knew that, 
since her own breasts were even a bit fuller than Joy's, she'd have 
George's undivided attention.  Joy moved around behind George's chair. 

"Before I show you this next ad, I want to warn you that it's quite 
provocative," Becky explained, "but that's how we break through and 
capture the reader's attention.  If I took off this caftan and had 
nothing on underneath, I'd surprise you and get your attention." 

"You already have my complete attention," interrupted George, doing his 
obvious best to flirt. 

"Thank you," she replied, "But as I was saying, we want this next ad to 
grab your attention and stop you in your tracks."  With that, Becky 
turned the page to reveal the ad. 

George looked down and gasped.  There was a photo of a man on all fours, 
a woman with a riding crop in her hand, astride his back.  The picture 
had been altered so that George's face was in place of the man's and 
face of the woman he'd stolen the computer ideas from was the woman's 
face. 

George's face went from ashen from shock to red with anger.  "What the 
fuck kind of sick joke is this?" he barked. 

"It's no joke, Mr. Zuckerman," Becky replied, "You recognize who's in 
the picture and you know why it's there.  That picture represents her 
dream of what she'd like to be able to do to you, but since she can't, 
she hired us." 

"To do what?" asked George. 

"First, to get you to agree to pay her for what her ideas are worth," 
answered Joy, leaning around so George could see her, "And second, and 
more important, to teach you a lesson never, ever to try fucking over 
some woman like that again." 

"This is ridiculous," said George, "I'm getting the fuck out of here."  
He started to rise out of the chair when he felt Joy's hands on his 
shoulders.  He was shoved hard back down on the chair.  He tried rising, 
but couldn't.  An incomplete thought came to him that something wasn't 
right here, that a woman shouldn't be able to hold him down in a chair.  
The next thing he knew he was falling backwards, as Joy tipped the chair 
over. 

He rolled sideways and squatted on his knees looking to see where Joy 
was.  What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.  Joy was just 
finishing pulling her caftan off over her head.  Before him stood a body 
unlike any he'd ever seen before.  Encased in a tiny bikini was a 
preposterous combination of sex appeal and muscle.  Now he understood 
how she had held him down in the chair.  Joy stood 5'5" and weighed 154 
pounds.  Her upper arms measured 16 1/2" and her thighs 25".  44D-23-39. 

In a flash Joy spun behind him and had him in a full nelson, yanking him 
to his feet.  Becky came over and stood in front of him, watching his 
futile efforts to break loose.  She surveyed his body, poking his flabby 
gut, prodding his arms and legs. 

"Not much muscle to speak of," she remarked, "Unless he's really 
stupidly stubborn this shouldn't take long.  I have a legal document for 
you to sign, Mr. Zuckerman, which signs over to our client a majority of 
the income derived from the processor.  Please let me know when you'd 
like to sign the papers." 

"Eat shit," answered George, "I'm not signing a goddamn thing." 

"Wrong answer," said Becky.  Without warning she kneed George in the 
stomach.  He felt like a mule had kicked him.  If Joy hadn't been 
bracing him from behind he would have been knocked back several feet.  
Becky followed up with a short right hook into his gut that almost hurt 
as much as the kick.  George quickly realized he wasn't going to be able 
to take too much of this.  He needed to change tactics quickly. 

"What's the matter," he moaned, "You two muscle freaks have to double 
team me to get me to sign?  I'll take you on one at a time and beat the 
crap out of you.  What do you say?  Are you afraid to give me a chance 
to fight my way out of here fair and square?" 

Joy and Becky both laughed.  "If you want to take each one of us on one 
at a time," Joy said, "Then that means we each get to demolish you.  
Don't forget this was your idea." 

Joy let George go and pushed him away from her as Becky sat on a chaise 
to enjoy the proceedings.  Joy stood by the edge of the pool.  George 
thought he could knock her in and make a quick run for it.  Of course 
Joy was thinking two moves ahead.  As George charged at her, she waited 
until the last second and then squatted down.  With her low center of 
gravity and strength, George's collision with her hardly budged her, but 
she quickly straightened up and George's momentum carried him over her 
shoulder, splashing into the pool.  Joy dove in after him, wrapped an 
arm around his throat, and pulled him into shallower water, about four 
feet deep. 

She said, "Come on, show me how tough you are."  She let George wade 
right at her.  He applied a headlock and was trying to bend Joy over.  
She grabbed him around the back of the neck and under one thigh and 
lifted him all the way out of the water.  George should have let go, but 
held on for dear life.  Joy smashed the base of his spine down on her 
knee.  The paralyzing shock wave coursed all the way up his backbone.  
George let go and fell back into the water. 

He felt a hand grab his waistband and yank him back out.  "Let me show 
you how to apply a headlock," Joy said.  She wrapped her arm around his 
skull, wedging his head between her biceps and the side of her breast.  
In other circumstances he might have enjoyed having his face pressed 
against such an impressive tit, but when Joy flexed her arm and squeezed 
his head, his head felt like a balloon going up against a vise. 

He was no match for Joy's upper body strength.  She took a couple of 
steps into deeper water and then leaned George over so his head was 
completely submerged.  She held him under for ten seconds, then let him 
up for air.  Then twenty seconds.  Then thirty.  Then longer.  George 
struggled to break free but was helplessly locked in her iron grip.  He 
began to panic.  He got so disoriented he forgot to inhale when he was 
out of the water and he ran out of air completely.  He thought he was 
going to drown. 

Suddenly his head was yanked back out.  Coughing and sputtering, George 
sucked the sweet air into his starved lungs.  Joy had let go of him, 
although he could sense she was less than an arm's length away.  As his 
vision cleared, sure enough there was Joy standing, smirking.  She 
stepped back into shallower water and both she and George realized 
simultaneously that her left breast had wiggled free from the confines 
of her top.  She reached behind, untied the top, and tossed it aside. 

Her full breasts seemingly defied gravity -- they just stood straight 
out -- adding to the physical aura of solid invincibility.  George saw 
her hands drop under the surface, she lifted one leg, and then her thong 
bottom was tossed aside as well. 

"Come here, George," Joy teased as she resumed her attack.  Under any 
other circumstances George would have welcomed a naked woman wading 
towards him in a pool, but he was scared now.  Frozen in his tracks, in 
fact.  He let her encircle him with her arms and draw him close against 
her body, her breasts barely yielding as their bodies pressed together.  
His legs were forced to yield, however, as Joy slowly powered a muscular 
thigh up between his legs until it pressed against his crotch. 

She could feel he was getting aroused.  He felt her hands slide down his 
back.  Suddenly she grabbed the back of his trunks and yanked up. 

"Gotcha!" she laughed, "Does that put the squeeze on your privates?"  
George would only wince in pain.  "Let me show you another version of 
putting the squeeze on," she said.  Joy's thigh was replaced by one of 
her hands.  George's immediately fear was that she would crush his 
balls.  But instead he found himself being lifted right out of the 
water.  With apparent ease, Joy lifted George completely above her head 
and waded over to the side of the pool.   She put him down in the water 
and held one of his arms, then hoisted herself up so she was sitting on 
the edge.  "Come closer," she said. 

George tried pulling away, but in spite of the fact they were both wet 
and slippery, Joy pulled him towards her and wrapped her legs around his 
sides.  She looked into his eyes and saw the fear as George grabbed at 
the twin pillars of crushing power holding him captive.  He couldn't 
begin to pry them apart.  Joy leaned back and braced herself with her 
arms stretched out behind her.  George glanced at the washboard muscles 
of her abdomen as she tensed her stomach.  His gaze floated down to her 
pussy, teasing him from her open legs. 

Then the jolt hit him, a spasm of pressure that nearly collapsed his 
lungs.  "NO!" he yelled involuntarily.  The pressure resumed, the 
muscles of Joy's thighs exploding in powerful detail.  "Please. Please. 
No!' he cried, as his rib cage felt like it would snap and buckle under 
the pressure. 

"The question is, Mr. Zuckerman," said Joy calmly but firmly, "Do you 
think you'll drown from the blood when broken ribs puncture your lungs 
or from the water when you're in so much pain you can't pull yourself 
from the pool?"  Her eyes pierced his with laser intensity.  He 
struggled to breathe and to keep his head clear.  The pressure eased for 
a moment.  Then it got even worse. 

"No more.  No more." he begged, grabbing at her legs in futility.  
Grabbing at her legs like a man grabbing for a life preserver.  "I'll 
sign it," he said, "I'll admit I fucked up.  Please stop before you kill 
me."  Joy popped her legs apart and George sank down in the water.  
Luckily for him it was the shallowest part of the pool. 

"Don't worry, I wouldn't have killed you," said Joy, standing up and 
walking over to the chaises.  "I just wanted you to say you'd sign.  And 
now you have.  Becky, on the other hand, might kill you.  After all, you 
said you wanted a shot at each of us." 

George sensed Becky's movement off to the side and he turned to look at 
her.  She was now pulling off her caftan.  He swallowed hard with the 
realization that not only was Becky bigger than Joy, but she was 
noticeably bigger than he was.  At 5'10", Becky was a solid 186 pounds, 
17 1/4" biceps, 26" thighs, 46DD-25-40.  A twenty pound weight advantage 
over George, compounded by muscles that made him feel puny. 

"Step out of the pool, George," Becky ordered, "Unless you want me to 
come in after you.  And I won't pull your head out of the water as 
quickly as Joy did."  George reluctantly climbed out, figuring that 
facing her on land was the lesser of two evils.  Becky stood with her 
hands on her hips, doing a lat spread pose, making the width of her 
upper body all the more intimidating. 

"Tsk.  Tsk." clucked Becky, "What will we do with you George?  How do I 
make sure you understand you never try to pull that shit again?"  She 
bridged the distance between them as she spoke, untying the strings of 
her bikini as she walked, arriving in front of him naked. 

Freed of all constraints, her rippling physique flexed huge and hard.  
George trembled in anticipation of the enormous strength that threatened 
him.  Becky seized his bathing suit and yanked it down, knowing that 
stripping him was a powerful psychological weapon that would reinforce 
his feelings of helplessness. 

"You call this a dick?" she said mockingly, grabbing his penis.  She led 
him by his schlong over to where Joy was sitting.  Joy had the contracts 
ready for him to sign.  Becky let his cock go and stood there flexing 
her stupendous arms and legs.  George was stupefied by the mass and 
hardness of her bulging muscles.  "No direct physical coercion, George," 
she said, "Your signature is legal and binding.  Besides would you ever 
try to tell a courtroom you were scared by some girl's muscles?  Sign 
the papers." 

George signed the contracts, not even bothering to read them, hoping 
this would end his ordeal and the threat of further pain.  He handed the 
papers back over to Joy.  Immediately he felt Becky's hand on his 
shoulder.  She turned him to face her and grabbed him around the waist.  
She picked him off the ground and then suddenly pulled him towards her, 
smashing his soft body against her steel physique.  George felt like he 
was being slammed against a wall, a wall built like the proverbial brick 
shit house. 

She squeezed his puny frame, enjoying the feeling of her hard bulging 
muscles compelling his soft body to yield to the onslaught of crushing 
force.  She relished the sounds of his groans and the agonized 
expression on his face.  She was in complete control.  He was helpless.  
He was at her mercy.  She was not feeling merciful. 

She pressed his whole body up over her head, fully outstretching her 
arms.  His meager body weight of 166 was nothing for her to lift.  She 
threw him down.  George was racked with pain, thinking it was little 
consolation that Becky had thrown him onto the grass instead of the 
concrete pool deck.  He was dragged to his feet, flung up on her 
shoulder, and slammed to the turf again.  And then again. 

"Please no!  You're gonna kill me!" George begged.  "I think something 
broke that time." 

"If you're still capable of speaking, nothing's broken," Becky sneered, 
"Because you're too much of a wimp to be able to tolerate that kind of 
pain."  She shoved him flat on his back and sat straddling his chest. 

Even in his pain George noticed with amazement that even though Becky's 
body glistened with sweat from the heat of the day and her exertion, her 
breathing was completely normal.  What she'd just done to him had been 
no effort for her at all. 

"Being slammed a few times kind of takes the fight out of you, doesn't 
it?" she scoffed.  "Yeah these babies can do a lot of damage to a 
weakling like you."  Becky flexed each 17 1/4" cannon in her arms, 
pressing the muscle with her hand to show George how unyielding the 
solid bulk of muscle was.  She grabbed one of George's arms and pulled 
it up.  "You call this thing an arm?  This spongy little blob is 
supposed to be your muscle?"  She dug her fingers into his biceps, 
squeezing until he flinched. 

George felt like a little child lying in a playground, being tormented 
by a big strong bully.  But this bully was a naked woman with 
extraordinary physical attributes, from her gargantuan muscles to her 
honeydew melon breasts.  She was right.  All the fight was gone out of 
him.  He had no more resistance.  How much easier it would be to just 
give himself up to this remarkable combination of beauty and beastly 
power.  Better to be seduced into slavery than be crushed and broken in 
submission. 

"Please," he whispered hoarsely, "Please listen to me.  Maybe we can 
make another deal.  You know?  Good faith?  To show you I won't do 
anything wrong again?  I don't want you to hurt me anymore.  I just want 
to show you I'll do anything you want." 

"Well, Joy, it sounds like George has finally come to his senses," 
beamed Becky.  Joy got out of the chaise and came over to kneel beside 
George and Becky. 

"So what kind of deal did you have in mind?" asked Joy. 

"I don't know exactly." he answered, "Maybe I could invest some money in 
your advertising agency.  Become your partner." 

Joy and Becky roared with laughter.  "You dumb shit, we're not in 
advertising!  And no man is ever going to be partners with us.  But we 
will let you pay us a portion of your earnings as a kind of protection 
fee.  Protecting you from a return visit from either of us or our 
friends." 

"No, don't you see?  I want to see you again.  I said I'll do anything 
you want." 

"We could always use him in the training program," Joy offered. 

"I doubt it.  I don't think he could take the physical punishment for 
long." answered Becky.  "But right now we can take a piece of his 
company.  That's worth more to us in the long run.  If he wants to see 
us again, maybe that can be arranged.  We could collect our fees in 
person instead of having him wire it to the account.  Maybe that would 
give him an extra incentive to work hard." 

"Speaking of hard, look behind you." Joy said.  Becky glanced over her 
shoulder and sure enough George had sprouted a full erection. 

"Well you little pervert," Becky chided. 

"I couldn't help it," George cried out nervously.  "You're both so, so 
incredible!" 

"Well there's finally one thing we can all agree on," laughed Becky.  
"Now George I want you to listen to this and listen good.  From now on 
you work for us.  You had better have meant it when you said you'd do 
anything we want." 

"I will!  I will!" 

"Good.  Then eat my pussy George.  Worship me.  Make me come."  Becky 
slid up and lowered her musky pussy onto George's face.  She ground 
herself against him, using his nose as a dildo.  Then she settled back 
and let George's tongue go to work, thrusting into her cunt and twirling 
around her clit. 

George felt hands take hold of his cock and guide it into a tight wet 
pussy.  Slowly Joy took him all in in one slow motion.  George gasped as 
she tightened her vaginal muscles, the walls of her wet velvet pussy 
constricting around his erection, milking him with a mind-boggling 
sensation. 

"Oh fuck!  He shot his load.  The worthless dick head." Joy said 
disappointedly. 

"He did?  That sucks.  George, you're a bad boy!" yelled Becky.  "But 
then again, how many guys could take two of us on at once and not lose 
control?  Keep that up George.  OOOOOh good!"  George was trying to make 
up for coming so quickly by furiously tonguing Becky. 

"Is he good at that?" asked Joy. 

"Uunhh. Uunhh. Aaaaahhhhhhhaaaahhhah. Yes!  Yes!  YYYYESSSSSS!!!" moaned 
Becky in orgasmic delight. 

"Well let me on there!" Joy exclaimed. 

George, his face soaked with Becky's copious juices barely had a chance 
to catch his breath as Becky eased herself off his face and Joy moved to 
sit on his chest.  "Give me your hands," Joy ordered, "I'm going to show 
you how I like my tits played with."  George could not believe how heavy 
and firm Joy's breasts were as she quickly showed him how she wanted 
them squeezed and how she wanted him to tweak and roll her erect nipples 
with his fingertips. 

Lesson completed, Joy slid up to George's face and planted her pussy 
there.  She put his hands back on her breasts and they began anew.  Joy 
was supercharged within moments, riding him much harder, more 
insistently, than Becky had.  Whether it was to punish him for his 
coming too soon or the intensity of her passion and arousal, only Joy 
could know for sure.  But regardless, she pressed herself down on him so 
tightly that she was smothering him.  George, thinking she was on the 
verge of orgasm, kept going.  Thinking it would only be a couple of more 
seconds before he could breathe again.  His brain became clouded.  His 
hands fell off Joy's breasts.  All spun into a black vortex. 

"Joy!  Joy!  He's out.  Give him air." cautioned Becky, shaking Joy's 
shoulder. 

"God damn cock sucker.  I was this close!" Joy exclaimed, pulling off 
George's mashed face.  "I didn't kill him, did I?"  She grabbed his 
wrist and found a weak but steady pulse.   A short time later, George 
woke up.  Both Joy and Becky had their caftans on, packing up their 
things. 

"We'll be in touch, George.  You'll be told how much and how often we 
expect to be paid," Becky said.  "Don't forget, we know how to find you.  
You don't know where we are."  She rolled up her sleeve and flexed her 
prodigious arm one last time.  "And, like I said, these babies can do a 
lot of damage." 

The End