The Chosen, part 2
By Madcat
A sexy young blonde defends the world from evil.


Jennifer dropped into a fighting stance, dressed in a white karate uniform.
The weirdo stood 10 feet away, similarly attired. A nicely paneled wall
surrounded the fighters. The safe house, securely secluded in the foothills of
the Rocky Mountains, had a dedicated dojo in the basement.

"Bend your knees, stay on your toes." The man ordered.

She shook her head. There were too many rules to fighting. Jennifer liked to
go with instinct but her teacher had other ideas. This was their first
training session and she was getting schooled.

David, also known as the weirdo, came on hard, barraging the girl with a
series of routine kicks and punches. All were blockable. Jen got the first
eight but the ninth snuck thru, blasting her stomach. The girl doubled over.
She definitely didn't like getting hit.

"Stay focused, don't relax!" the male scolded.

This dude made the old Coach Dave seem nice. Jen glared up at the taller man.

"Back off. Listen, I didn't choose this. You chose me, remember. Any more of
this shit and I'm going home." The busty blonde challenged him.

"There is no going back." David said, sternly. "Remember the oath, chastity
... "

"Screw the oath. This isn't the middle ages, asshole!"

Heresy! Poor David just stood there stunned, momentarily at a loss for what to
do. In the past, they kept discipline thru councils and harsh punishment. He
would have to take on that role now.

The man grabbed his female charge around the neck and tried to force her over
to the corner of the room. Jen resisted. Not lacking for strength, the busty
blonde held her ground against the larger man.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Remember the oath: chastity, poverty, and obedience. I'm going to teach you
the last part." David said, applying his neck hold. Using it on the left side
brought unconsciousness, the right caused paralysis. He opted for the latter.

Dragging the female the rest of the way proved easy for the super strong man.
He proceeded to reach into her pants and drop them with his free hand.

"Put you hands on the wall." He ordered, releasing the girl.

This was the test of her obedience. She glared at him. "You are going to spank
me?"

The male nodded, taking a wooden sword from the wall. Caning would have been a
better word for it.

Jennifer was still mad as hell, but in the end she was still a frightened,
little teenager who had gotten involved in something she did not yet
understand. The girl bent over slowly, placing her hands on the wall.

... and revealing a sculpted, beautiful ass to a man struggling with his
celibacy. She wore her only underwear, a skimpy thong. The little
ex-cheerleader's perfect cheeks hung out there for his close inspection. David
moved to her rear, scrutinizing Jennifer's pubic mound. The rules clearly
called for a naked ass, so the highly confused man pulled her thong down. It
hung on her thick, powerful thighs.

The girl was no idiot. She knew what the hell he was up to back there and it
excited her. To be the one that ended his 200 year long chastity binge got
Jen's juices flowing. The whole idea of the Oath ran counter to her more
modern beliefs. Anything she could do to hasten its end, the better. The buxom
teen stuck it out there just a wee bit more.

His fingers ran up her inner thigh and into the soft wetness. Everything
seemed to be exploding, spinning out of his control.

"Is that how you guys spank people?" the girl moaned, enjoying his
manipulations. David was kind of cute in a Bohemian kind of way. Plus, he was
kind of all she had at the moment.

Caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, David jumped back and began
her punishment with no further ado. He exorcised his own demons on the girl or
at least tried to. She took it like a woman, not a peep or a whimper to be
heard, just the silent rush of female fury. This guy would pay for this
someday.

Finally, his muscles quit, having turned her remarkable ass fire engine red.
Jennifer turned to him, not raising the thong. An awkward moment passed as
David stared at her. The buxom blonde replied by unbuttoning her top.

"What are you doing?" the man replied, breathlessly.

"I think you know." She answered, removing her bra. Her big juicy D-cups came
spilling out, an answer to his unspoken prayers.

His hands went to them without hesitation. The man wanted to stop but
couldn't. She had become the master now. Her luscious body commanded his
complete obedience. David's fingers gently squeezed her giant eraser nipples
and the blonde moaned. Gravity took over as the two body masses pulled
themselves together, their limbs entwining like roots. They fell to the mats
and made love in the middle of the dojo.

It was the best Jennifer ever had, not that she had that many. Jon had been
the best and the only one up until 3 days ago. Then came that thing in the
warehouse. It should have been disgusting and repulsive. Well, it wasn't.
Deavers had been incredible, giving himself totally to the buxom blonde and
taking her to places she never knew existed. But David beat both of them.

In many ways the not so young man combined the best of both her previous
lovers. Innocence, affection, raw lust and a killer bod infused itself into
David's love making. And then there was the size thing. Deavers had taught the
young woman that size does indeed matter and her new man gave up nothing in
that regard.

Yet, as she lay on her back, something gnawed at her. It was her red ass
rocking painfully on the mats. Jennifer could not ignore nor forget it. This
man would have to pay for what he had done to her, for the pain and
humiliation. Modern women just could not accept such degradations.

David demonstrated awesome staying power for a man with 200 years to make up
for. The male warrior rose after more than 30 minute. "What happened?" he said
shakily, staring at their nudeness.

"We made love." The busty lass replied, bouncing - literally - to her feet.

"My oath ... "

"Fuck the oath." Jen replied, kissing his waiting lips. Before he could say
'chastity' they were back on the floor, doing it again.

About the same time, 1000 miles away, Thomas Redding's phone rang. The demon
boy didn't want to answer it. His new secretary, filling in for Irene, busied
herself between his legs. Only now did the male figure out what he had been
missing this last year. Irene had to go.

But work always came first. He plucked up the phone.

"Redding here."

"We have them, sir."

"Where?"

"Colorado. A safe house. I'm uploading coordinates."

"How?" It never hurt to dig into the details.

"The alarm company. It took a couple of days but we finally got the report. My
team just verified it visually. They are there."

"Good work." Thomas said both to the guy on the phone and his nubile little
secretary.

He switched gears or at least tried to as the 20 something nibbled on the end
of his cock. Breathing hard, the male called Max, setting his commandos into
action. Within 48 hours, the female Chosen would be dead. Then Thomas called
her.

"Hello, sir. How's Tammy working out for you?" came a dark yet utterly
seductive voice from the other end.

"Good." The male said, his cock twitching nervously at the sound of her voice.

"You better not be cheating on me, sir. You don't have that little slut in
your office right now, do you?" Irene demanded.

"Of course not." Thomas blurted out, glancing down at Tammy's bobbing head.

"If you do, when I come back, you'll be sorry. First I'll kick the crap out of
you a dozen times. Then I'll strip you naked, tie you up and tease your big
fat cock until you beg me to fuck your brains out." The wicked witch laughed.

Silence.

"Are you there, sir?" Irene said.

"Ah, yeah, sorry, dropped the phone." Thomas lied. "Hey, its time. Max is
going in. You get this Jon in case he fails, got it?"

"Yes, sir. I'm on it. And I promise not to hurt him too much. Say hello to
Tammy for me."

The phone went dead. Thomas looked at the cum drenched little secretary,
thinking he may have made a big mistake.

The next week flew by in a torrent of martial arts and sex. Probably more of
the latter than the former, but Jennifer didn't mind. One often flowed
seamlessly into the other. They both needed it in the worst way.

She made great strides in the martial arts along the way. It became
immediately apparent that the buxom ex-cheerleader was much stronger than her
larger male counterpart. Now she learned to punch and kick, block and dodge.
Her speed and reflexes had increased too. Jen actually looked forward to
practicing as much as the horizontal activities.

This morning they practiced with bo sticks, thick bamboo poles. The couple
circled each other warily. David's furrowed brow gave mute testimony to her
newly developed skills.

But that wasn't all that had changed. The karate uniforms had disappeared too.
David fought wearing a male thong. Jen wore a floral pattern cami/panty combo,
all courtesy of Victoria Secret mail order. The Chosen seemed to have
unlimited financial resources and the blonde didn't mind spending some of it.
They fought and trained as lovers.

The male didn't notice her jiggly breasts, flat tummy, or sleek hips. He had
paid too many times for past distractions with a stick upside the head. David
feinted and parried, looking for a place to strike.

Suddenly the pair closed, their sticks whirling like airplane propellers. They
clacked together with each thrust and parry. Then the couple locked up, female
strength testing the male variety.

He knew the girl was stronger, but that didn't make it any easier to accept.
Neither did the fact that they had become lovers. In his somewhat archaic
mindset, it should have been enough that he was the man, not to mention 50 lbs
heavier. So the male tested her yet again, trying in vain to disprove what he
already knew.

The girl confirmed it this time in dramatic fashion. She tried to give him a
quick chuck to spare the male the coming indignity. But David battled back
with a seldom seen intensity. He refused to retreat, all the while bearing
down on his beloved rival. Her glorious body tensed as she retreated a step
and dug in her heels.

For a moment his heart raced with the scent of victory. He had her. He had
her. But then it stopped. He had her no more. His muscles trembled as David
desperately tried to put her down. Then he started to go the other way. Not
fast at first, but definitely noticeable. Their sticks crossed, the panty clad
female was beating him.

Then came her soft shriek and poor David went flying. By that time she had him
badly off balance and he could do nothing to stop the stronger woman. The male
tumbled to the ground some 10 feet away.

"What's the matter, stud? Can't handle a little girl?" Jen taunted, shaking
her oh so ripe melons.

It was so unfair, the man complained to himself. Why did the Lord give him
such a physically powerful woman out of so many millions. To test him, the
little voice replied. David leapt to his feet. He would pass this test.

The male attacked with an unrestrained flurry, catching the girl a little
unprepared. She blocked his first 2 strikes but the man brought the third up
between her legs. Sure, it was a low blow, but David really didn't care.
Losing wasn't an option. He had a test to pass.

Pain exploded between her legs triggering hurtful memories of the awful
spanking. David could be kind and gentle yet hateful and cruel. It was time he
learned his place. It was time he learned to be obedient.

Despite her hardening resolve, Jen could not match his stick speed. The male
cracked her over the head. At first the blow appeared to knock the girl over
backwards. David stepped up aggressively, determined to wipe that cocky smile
off her beautiful face.

But the buxom blonde continued to spin, contorting her incredible body into
almost a circle. Then her legs came up out of no where, catching the male's bo
stick and ripping it from his hands. She wasn't done yet. Her feet slammed
into unprotected chin like a giant upper cut. David went flying backward,
while his nubile foe completed her back somersault and landed gracefully on
her feet.

It took him a moment to figure out what she had just done to him. David found
himself the victim of an impossible move, something he could never do. The
male sat on his bare ass, his legs spread, looking up at the student who had
just become the master. He suddenly felt naked in front of his better dressed
lover.

"Girls rule and boys drool." Jen boasted. It was a little childish but it
certainly fit the situation.

"OK, little miss smarty pants, lets see how you do in hand to hand." The man
replied, standing on some unsteady legs.

"If you wish." She replied, faking a yawn. Then the girl threw he bamboo stick
into the corner of the dojo.

David felt obligated to attack, to wipe that increasingly annoying grin off
her face. Using his reach advantage, the male waded in, trying a combo of
punches.

Sadly, his blows lacked some of their earlier authority and his student
blocked them with almost casual ease. Then her short, stocky leg came up and
kicked him in the chest. The buxom blonde pushed more than anything and taller
man went down for the third time.

"David," she said smugly, "I think you have to admit I'm better than you now."

He replied with a bellow of rage and male indignation. Running on pure
adrenaline, David charged the female and uncorked a massive right. The move
lacked any martial finesse, but could be crudely effective.

It wasn't. The big right may have worked on Jen a week ago, but it had little
chance now. The panty clad female fighter plucked his arm out of the air and
flipped the male with ungodly force. He slammed into the ground face up. The
male tried to focus but the darn world kept spinning as his equilibrium
struggled to adjust to his new position.

His position got a hell of a lot worse as the girl straddled his shoulders. He
looked up at the voluptuous young vixen from between her very powerful legs.
That placed her hot, wet sex just inches from his mouth. David didn't like
this at all but his arms were pinned. He could do nothing about it for now.

"David, David, David. This has to stop. I'm better than you now. I'm stronger,
faster and tougher." she said form her own position of power.

"Ah, no you're not. You just got lucky this morning." The male replied
nervously. Her smell, her musky aroma wafted into his nose. David's great
endowment began to swell in anticipation.

"Admit it, David. This is the 2000's. Its OK to be inferior to women." Jen
encouraged him, but it didn't come out quite right.

"Piss off, you ungrateful bitch." It was the only thing he could say or do,
his chin rubbing parts of her female anatomy. David couldn't or wouldn't look
her in the eye. It was just too humiliating.

Strange feelings surged thru the young girl's body. Feelings that she had
ignored before but were now coming home to roost. Her nipples tingled, her
pussy throbbed and her tanned skin flushed with raw, overwhelming lust. She
always found the fighting sessions erotic. That's why they always ended in
sex. But this surpassed anything. Defeating David as she had with the FBI
agent, caused new juices to flow.

Jen also had him in her favored spot for oral endeavors. She grabbed his hair
and lifted his head up. "Look at me when I talk to you." The buxom teen
ordered. She was in charge now. She was in control.

This placed his lips fully on her panty clad sex. The male made the mistake of
trying to talk but got a mouthful of wet fabric for his trouble. Jen
involuntarily inched forward, filling his mouth with her pliant mound.

"Eat me, you bastard, eat me." She moaned, already over come by ecstasy. Jen
moved her panties aside to give him access to her bare, steamy flesh.

Much to his chagrin, David did just that. He had always refused this before.
For the last week, Jen had encouraged him to perform an act of oral affection.
But the old fashioned male steadfastly refused. Until now. It just came
naturally.

Fortunately, the girl came hard and fast. She rose and helped David to his
feet at the same time. "See, that wasn't so bad." Jen remarked, smiling.

From her perspective, maybe, but from his, it was a disaster. The male stood
up, his face slick with her juices and his manhood poking out the top of his
stupid thong. Losing their little fight had been horrible, getting raped by a
girl shattered his sanity. David punched her in the face.

The blow caught the buxom teen unprepared. He followed up with a left before
Jen even knew what was happening. She staggered back from his powerful
punches. This left her flat, narrow stomach open and the male took advantage.
He kicked Jen, his foot driving the air from her lungs despite the girl's
solid wall of female muscle. An uppercut followed, flinging the valiant fem
fighter back against the paneled wall.

In a way, the pain seemed to help clear her head. David wasn't her lover,
friend or fellow warrior anymore. His rage and shame transformed him into an
animal, an implacable foe. He launched another right aimed at her nose. She
dodged.

His fist hit the paneling and splintered it like matchwood. This left the
thong clad male standing there with his hand momentarily trapped in the wall.
The big chested girl took full advantage, burying her left first into his
unprotected flank. A shockwave of pain raked his body. Then she pushed him
back.

David managed to stay on his feet but that proved to be a pyrrhic victory.
Understandably angry, Jen proceeded to tear him a new asshole. The hurting
male proved no match for the stronger, faster female. Her big bosom flashed
triumphantly as her fists pummeled his naked, virile body. When he finally
fell to his hands and knees, there could be little doubt as to the victor.

Jen took no chances. She lifted his head back and raised her terrifying fist.
"Surrender, David. Give it up."

He gazed up at her with smoldering defiance. His mind wanted to continue the
fight but his body had enough. David had taken punishment that could have
killed a normal man. "I surrender." He whispered.

The girl swallowed hard. Jen wanted to be merciful but she clearly saw the
fight in his eyes. This wasn't over yet. The buxom teen, still holding his
hair, doggy walked him over to the corner of the room.

"Get on your feet and put your hands on the wall, big boy. Lets see how you
like it." Jen said, stepping back and grabbing her bo stick.

David got up slowly, his hard male body already taking quite beating. But the
man had no intention of submitting to this uppity young woman. As a grown
adult, the idea of corporal punishment defied comprehension. He had been wrong
to do it to her, but it did have a positive impact on the young woman.

"No. I'm not doing it." David stated, crossing his arms defiantly.

She replied by sliding her stick up his inner thigh, and gently caressing his
nuts with the shaft. "You have two options here. Either you put your hands on
that wall or I make you put your hands on that wall. Its your choice." The
girl said. Why did men have to be so difficult? She had taken her punishment
without complaint.

"I'm sorry. Lets just kiss and make up." he replied, leaning over to kiss her
red lips.

It was an obvious ploy but the girl almost bought it. She used the stick to
stop him just shy of her mouth.

"Oh, we will, don't worry. Just as soon as I tan your back side." Jen
delivered. This was something that had to be done. It evened the score between
them.

With that, little Jen drove the larger male back to the wall in yet another
demonstration of her physical power. She pinned him with the stick pressing
his throat.

"Now are you going to be a good boy and do as your told? Or do I get mean?"
the busty little blonde asked.

David continued to struggle, trying to force back the tide of female
oppression. But he could not budge her stick. All he managed to do was rub his
already stiff manhood all over the victorious female, further sexualizing his
defeat.

"All right." The male wheezed, realizing that he had lost this battle for now
and ever more. His hips were splayed out and his penis pressed against her
flat stomach.

Jen removed the stick and watched with satisfaction as the male obeyed her
command. It was the turning point in their relationship. For better or worse,
the woman called the shots now. He bent over, wearing a thong much as she did
that night one week ago.

Savoring the moment, the busty lass ran her hands up his quivering hips to the
loops of his thong. She pulled it down, inch by virile inch, until they were
down around his knees. Then the girl ran her hands back up his inner thigh to
his throbbing tool. He was afraid. She could feel it. And she liked it.

"Just get it over with." David complained, still embarrassed by his stiff
cock.

"All right." The buxom little teen agreed. She took a baseball swing at his
ass.

The male immediately regretted his false bravado. It hurt like hell as his
body jerked with fiery pain. BAM! It came again. This time he cried out
involuntarily. By the fourth, the big strong man sobbed openly. On the
seventh, his knees gave out, leaving David cowering on the floor before her.

"Please, stop, I'll do anything." The male said, staring up at the cami-clad
vixen.

"Kiss my feet." Jennifer ordered, testing him.

He did it. She smiled down at the naked male body groveling at her feet.
Reluctantly, she picked his head up. "Do we understand each other now?" the
busty blonde asked.

"Yes, ma'am." That was the correct answer.

"Who's the boss?" she asked, giving him a hint by placing his mouth an inch
from her special place.

"You are." Good. Two for two.

"What are you going to do now?" It seemed obvious to her. She spread her legs
to make it more obvious.

Running his hand up Jen's rock solid calves to her smooth, thick thighs, the
answer was not far away from David. He gently and tenderly kissed her waiting
pussy. His tongue soon followed as he bent his naked body to service her
needs.

Damn, three for three. They were getting someplace. Jen didn't particularly
care for this position but she didn't want to interrupt David's education.

Max drove in the lead SUV on the passenger's seat. He had four top Delta Force
operatives with him. Five more rode in the rear vehicle. All of his men knew
the score and the mettle of their enemy. For over 100k a piece, these boys
would follow him to the gates of hell if they had to.

The plan was to park the SUV's a mile from the target's house and proceed on
foot using the cover darkness. Against these Chosen types, he liked the
element of surprise, not to mention a lot of C4. They would blow the house and
sift thru the rubble for any survivors.

He glanced into the side mirror for the other SUV. It was gone. Perplexed, Max
turned his head and saw only more darkness. The hairs on the back of his neck
bristled.

"Stop the car." He ordered. "Turn us around, carefully." There was a 100 foot
drop off the right side.

A half hour later they found it. The second SUV had gone off the road, over
the cliff and smashed to the ground far below.

"Jenkins - get down there and check for survivors. Collins, Hesse, and Bean -
scout the area." Max ordered. The chill hand of fear gripped the captain. He
had lost men. That would be trouble. He had no idea how. That made it worse.
But there was still more. He could feel it like the black hand of death his
gypsy grandmother used to tell him about.

Collins walked out of the woods a minute later. The man moved awkwardly like a
puppet on a string.

Max turned from his GPS device. "Collins, didn't I tell you to scout the
area?"

The man responded with his AR-15 rifle loaded with high explosive rounds. His
bullets ripped thru Max's body armor and flesh in rapid succession, tossing
the mercenary off the cliff.

His body almost hit Jenkins on the way down. The soldier immediately slung his
rifle and climbed back up the 100 foot cliff. More gunfire erupted as he went
adding more urgency to his muscles. If there was a fight, then the male wanted
a piece of the action.

What he got was Collins standing in the middle of the road surrounded by the
bodies of Hesse and Bean. This just didn't look right. Using the SUV as cover,
Jenkins leveled his rifle at his friend. He was just about to call out, when a
stranger arrived.

And what a stranger. For a moment the male thought he might be having one of
those weird sex dreams. He saw a woman, naked, beautiful and perfect, fly into
the road.

Yes, fly into the road. Only when she landed did Jenkins get a sense of her
size. The raven haired beauty towered over poor Collins who stood before her
like an idiot. She wore a cape but it did nothing to cover her high and mighty
breasts or the vexing patch of hair between her legs.

"Good shooting Collins. I couldn't have done better myself." The woman said
proudly. "It's a shame I can't stay longer and get better acquainted. So much
to do, so little time."

The very buxom brunette reached over and picked up Collins with one hand. With
his feet dangling off the ground, she snapped his neck like a twig and tossed
his body over the cliff. Such a shame to waste good men like that, Irene
thought to herself, never seeing the looming danger.

Jenkins finger tightened on the trigger. There was nothing more he wanted to
do than blow this bitch back to hell. But his finger seemed to have other
plans. The woman looked so perfect, so wonderful, he simply couldn't kill her.
Then she was off, flying into the night sky like a buxom female shaped rocket.

Jon had been in something of a funk these last 10 days. The mysterious loss of
his girlfriend saddened him to no end. First, the cops called it a rape but
then word slipped out that the FBI was involved some how. The Feds took
control of the investigation and clamped down on any information. The short
end of it: nobody knew what happened to Jennifer.

They had parted on bad terms and that bothered Jon. He wanted to say he was
sorry. So what if she was stronger than him, though he still could not believe
it. His dick stiffened as he remembered that last night, the busty blonde all
over his nude body, her great globes dangling before him but his hands unable
to touch, pinned to the ground by superior female power ...

Tonight, his hands could touch. They went to his hard shaft like they did on
so many other nights. Before long, the young man curled into a wanton,
two-handed, self-inflicted love fest.

Halfway thru, he felt like someone was watching. Jon looked up to find a
woman, a giant woman, standing at the foot of his bead. Moonlight danced off
her naked skin. Thinking he might still be asleep, the young man blinked. The
woman and her great breasts didn't move. His wanton, two-handed,
self-inflicted love fest slowly fizzled out as he figured out that this was
real.

"Don't stop on my account." Irene encouraged.

OMG! It spoke. Jon leapt out of bed nude and tried to cover himself from the
stranger. "Who are you?"

"A friend, Jon, a friend." The buxom brunette said, walking towards him. She
parted his hands, revealing his modest, yet quite hard, erection. "Don't be
ashamed of your naked body, John. You have a very nice body, for a man."

"I'm sorry." Was all he could think of to say. The weird woman towered over
him by some 6". She looked undeniably beautiful and extremely dangerous at the
same time.

"Are you lonely, Jon?"

He just nodded and trembled slightly as her hands bracketed his bare hips.

"Let me help you." Irene said, pushing him back on to the bed. His dick stood
up like a little tree, bigger and harder than ever before. There was something
primal, something utterly irresistible about this woman. And it wasn't just
her melon sized breasts either.

Jon watched the woman extend her index finger. He thought he heard her speak,
but the muddled male could not make out the words. A drop of green light fused
around her fingertip. Then she touched his big hard cock, right on the most
sensitive part. His back arched and he came big, covering his face and bare
chest with great globs of viscous fluid. Then he did it again and again.

When there was absolutely nothing left to give, he fell fast asleep. Nothing
new there, Irene thought to herself.

"We have a problem." Shade said to his boss. Most Sons of Darkness had average
builds, nothing that would lead you to believe they had super powers. Not so
with Shade. He looked like an NFL linebacker. His mother just happened to be
black, which gave Shade a dark complexion to go with his evil personality.

"What now. Can't I get a cup of coffee, first?" Thomas replied irritably as he
walked into his office. He was one of the few Brothers who dared take a tone
with this killer.

Shade served as their Champion. He had dispatched dozens of Chosen and plenty
of disobedient Sons of Darkness over the years. To Thomas, the man was a rival
for power and someone to fear.

"I don't think so. Our hit team failed last night."

"So? They're only human. It wouldn't be the first time the Chosen had ... "

"It wasn't the Chosen, least not as far as I can tell." Shade said, cutting
the boss off.

"Well, who then?" Thomas demanded. The Brotherhood had lots of enemies, the
Chosen being their greatest one.

"There was one survivor. We picked him up a couple hours after the fight. He
said it was a woman. Tall, black hair, definitely not the Chosen chick."

The hair rose on Thomas's neck. His super human powers extended to his
intellect. The male's mind quickly crossed referenced females fitting this
description with the capability of wiping out a commando team single handedly
against those who had knowledge of the coming attack. Irene!

"Where is this man?" he demanded.

"Downstairs. I just debriefed him." The Champ replied.

"Bring him to me. NOW!"

"But sir, I ... "

"Do it, Shade." Thomas hissed, sitting in his chair and remembering how he
talked, everything he told her with that damn thing stuck inside him.

Shade jumped to obey, this time around. He appeared with Jenkins in tow 5
minutes later. Two bodyguards flanked him. It didn't pay to take chances with
the boss in a foul mood. They passed sweet little Tammy on the way in.

"What's your name?" Thomas asked. He shot out of his desk and approached the
human.

Poor Jenkins didn't know squat about these suits but, as a soldier, he
recognized power and authority when it hit him in the face. He also deduced
that these guys had been paying for the hit.

"Jenkins, sir."

"Well, Jenkins tell me what happened out there."

The merc related the details as he saw them.

"Why didn't you shoot her, there at the end?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know." Jenkins said, shaking his head in shame. This woman had killed
his whole unit.

"I know." Came a female voice from the doorway.

Thomas looked up to see his sweet little number of a secretary standing there
in her little beige mini-skirt molded to her sexy frame. "Tammy, close the ...
" the boss man started to say before he realized it wasn't Tammy's voice he
had just heard.

The woman brazenly entered the office full of men. "He couldn't shoot me. No
man can."

Shade's body guards moved quickly to flank the girl. They had no idea what was
going on but they rightly inferred that something was wrong.

"Why, Irene? What did you hope to gain from this?"

"I couldn't let you kill her just yet, Thomas. I couldn't let you betray
Father." The girl said, waking seductively towards her boss.

All eyes suddenly shifted to Thomas. Betrayal was another of the Sons dirty
little secrets. Being an inherently evil organization, plots and schemes
predominated.

"You won't get away with this." The boss hissed.

"Sure I will. I have Jon now. Soon I'll have the sweet little Jennifer. Then
Tzarkhan will have to deal with me." She announced, her arms folded across her
sweet little bosom.

The Sons of Darkness could stand a lot of things. A mere female saying the
name of their dear leader was not one of them. Shade ordered his men to seize
the upstart wench but he didn't have too. They both grabbed her soft
cotton/spandex mini before she swung into action.

This fight pitted two burly super men against one demure little brown haired
girl. The boys didn't have a chance, though they didn't realize it at first.
At least until Tammy swung about and kicked the one on the right in the balls.
He wilted but hung on to that dress for dear life.

The other body guard tried to pull her off his pal, but failed. She was much
stronger than any 100 pounder had the right to be. Her dress couldn't take it
though and tore down the back. Smirking, she karate chopped the other guy in
the throat. He fell back, choking.

Tammy took advantage of the boy's troubles to step out of her ruined dress.
She wore a push up bra, which made the most out of her small breasts, and
V-string panties covering her luscious loins.

The men counter-attacked attacked immediately, unable to comprehend defeat at
the hands of a sexy female. Tammy proceeded to school them on it. She battered
the males with a series of kicks and punches, while providing them with only
an allusively sensual target.

Shade moved to help when it became obvious his men were over matched. Thomas
grabbed his arm and stopped him. He cared nothing for the two losers getting
their asses handed to them. In fact, the boss rather enjoyed the perverse
spectacle. He could plainly see Irene's fighting style in the nubile little
secretary. Thomas reluctantly pulled a 9mm automatic from his coat.

Tammy ducked the man's clumsy punch and kicked him in the face with a
beautiful, straight legged move that only a female had the flexibility to pull
off. She held her leg high as the male fell, demonstrating her sexy
superiority. The other man already lay unconscious at her feet. Then the Irene
wannabe turned to Thomas. Her pretty face twisted in an evil parody of female
beauty.

The male had seen enough. He opened fire, emptying the clip into girl. Then
Thomas reloaded and finished off the two bodyguards with well placed head
shots. Jenkins was last on his hit list and went down with a final prayer to
his false god. Shade stared at him, dumfounded.

"They saw and heard things that they shouldn't." the boss admitted. Then he
proceeded to tell Shade about Father's unholy plan. "That's why we can't allow
it to go forward." He finished.

"I don't know. Is it our place to question him?" Shade said, suddenly afraid.
He had seen and heard things here that he didn't want to know.

"The die has been cast, Shade. We must find and destroy Irene before she
destroys us." Thomas summarized things.

The big man just nodded. That much he could understand.

Jon awoke slowly, being aware of only the bitter cold. The young man sensed
that he was no longer in the safety of his bedroom but instead in some dark,
evil place. Reacting to the chill, the lad finally realized he was naked. He
couldn't move his hands or legs. Someone had tied them to posts on the ground.

"Hello, there sleepy head." Irene said, walking towards him.

She looked familiar: tall, athletic, like a talking-walking female statue.
Then the young man remembered the dream in his bedroom. The raven haired
beauty was naked except for one horrible misplaced thing strapped to her
loins. Naturally, Jon had never seen one before but the boy quickly deduced
its vile purpose. He lay helpless on the ground with his legs spread.

"What are you going to me?" the male sobbed, struggling with the ropes tying
him down.

"We are going to do a sending, Jon. You need to think only of your girlfriend
now. Imagine Jennifer in your mind." She demanded.

"I can't." Jon protested as he struggled helplessly on the ground.

"Let me help you." The bare breasted woman said, stroking his manhood. It
stiffened immediately under her magic touch. "What did you like best about
her?"

"Her tits." Jon answered, unable to lie to this near godlike female.

"Think of her tits, Jon. Picture them in your mind." Irene said as his
struggles diminished. She leaned over him, her plastic penis dwarfing the real
thing. Then the woman inserted her own nipple into his mouth.

The busty witch waited until Jon had gone into that special place, his hips
rocking mechanically. But she had to be sure his mental picture was correct.
"Is she there, Jon? Can you see Jennifer?"

"Yes - Yes!" the boy moaned, his virile body shaking under her erotic spell.

"Here we go. Keep thinking of sweet little Jennifer, no matter what happens."
Irene instructed, removing her nipple and teasing his waiting lips with hers.

Ten minutes later, Jennifer awoke with a start. She lay snuggled under David's
arm. Surprisingly little had changed in their relationship since the caning
incident.

But something did change. For the first time in weeks, the buxom blonde
thought of her old boyfriend. Somehow she knew he was in serious peril. Then
came the dream. It seemed so real and Jen could remember every nasty detail.

Her ex-boyfriend was with another woman. A surge of jealousy ran thru the
sweet young teen. But something was very wrong with the picture in her mind.
Jon lay underneath the woman. She took him as a man takes a woman. Their
positions were horribly reversed. The sad look in Jon's face said it all. He
was being raped.

"Get up! Get up!" the girl yelled. How stupid of her, how selfish. She had
been hiding up here with her lover, while the Enemy preyed on her loved ones.
Jen ran to her purse and dialed Jon's number.

"What are you doing?" David said, running over. "You can't do that."

"Shut up and put some clothes on!" the girl spat back at him, her big breasts
heaving in the moonlight. Come on. Pick up. Pick up. She wanted this to be
nothing but a bad dream. It wasn't. Her training had ended.

David did as she instructed. OK, some things had changed in their relationship

Jon didn't want to leave the shower. It felt so good, so warm and so safe. He
knew the world out there to be cold and nasty, even though the young man
didn't quite know where he was.

It seemed to be some kind of old hotel. He tried not to think of the fancy
Ballroom, the rape and the buxom brunette who did him. If she ever tried that
again, Jon made up his mind to kill her.

He looked down to see his hand rapidly soaping his stiffening tool. Just
thinking about her made him hard. Jon cursed. She was the enemy for
christsakes. He hopped out of the shower still a little soapy and walked out
into his sprawling bedroom. It was the honeymoon suite and you know who sat on
the bed.

"Where am I?" Jon demanded angrily. He understood she was no ordinary girl in
any respect. The busty brunette projected an aura of fear and eroticism. But
she was just a girl and he was a big strong man, or so he thought.

"Welcome to the Red Rock Inn. I'm your hostess. You can call me Irene." The
girl said, crossing her legs. She wore an army green skirt, white boob-hugging
tank top and zip up sweat shirt gapping around her heavenly chest. His male
parts, clearly visible behind his towel, rapidly expanded to its full measure.

"Well Irene, I don't know how you got me here, but I'm going home." He shot
back, trying to sound tough. "Now, where are my clothes?"

"Well, that's a problem. You forgot to bring any."

"What the hell did I wear coming here?"

"Nothing, you came here nude. But I have a solution." Irene said, walking to
the front of the bed. "You can wear some of my clothes."

She held up a sheer white leotard for him to see.

"I'm not wearing that." The kid bristled.

"I don't like that tone, young man." She said, coming closer.

"Like I give a rat's ... " WHACK!

She slapped him. His cheek stung. Boiling with indignation, Jon struck a girl
for the first time.

Tried to would be a more accurate description. She caught his slap with her
left hand and biffed him again with her right. Racing to block it, Jon lost
his hold on his towel, exposing his 6.5 inches of love muscle to the buxom
female. His reflexes were too slow and her left hand caught him on the cheek.
He paused, cheeks blazing, and looked down at his naked erection.

For a girl used bedding the Sons of Darkness, a normal human male just didn't
measure up. But there was something cute and innocent about this kid. The evil
witch wasn't about to let him get away with his dignity intact. She grabbed
both his arms and bent them behind his back. This forced the struggling male
into her heaving bosom.

"We have to learn to get along for the next few days. Are you going to
cooperate?" she asked, enjoying the feel of his naked body.

Poor Jon hadn't quite figured out how she held him like this. He seemed to be
the weaker of the two, which of course could not be possible. All that the boy
knew for sure was that his naked cock loved being pressed against her loins.

"Let me go." The male protested, struggling against what was rapidly turning
into over-whelming female strength.

"Look's like you need a trip across mama's lap." Irene said, carrying him
effortlessly over to the bed.

Jon did indeed find himself sprawled naked across the girl's lap. He had
fought her all the way but it made no difference. Her hand slammed down on his
exposed buttocks without further ado. The male yelped in pain and humiliation.

"Are you going to be good?"

"Screw you, bitch ... Aaagggh!" he cried out as she whacked him again.

By the tenth one, poor Jon had no energy left to fight her. The agony and
shame sapped his will. And each blow got worse. Tears began to flow and by
sweet number sixteen she had broken him.

"Pleas stop. I'll be good." Jon wailed. His hard cock felt strange and alien
pressed against the female thigh.

WHACK! His whole body jerked at the blow. "Will you wear the outfit?"

"Yes, please, anything."

"Good, stand up."

He did quickly, happy to get off her accursed lap. But things were far from
perfect. Jon stood before the woman with a hard, throbbing cock dripping with
his lust. The buxom witch said a few words, reached out and touched him with
just her index finger. Jon thought he saw a spark of blue energy zap the end
of his penis. Then his body went nuts.

She giggled as the boy sprayed the room with his copious amounts of his seed.
It was ten times worse than the night before, virtually knocking the poor lad
off his feet. Irene stood up and towered over the boy.

"Put these on." she said, dropping the white leotard on his lap.

Dazed and confused, Jon slid into them and stood up, bringing the bands around
his shoulder. They had a truly feminine cut and went wide on his hips. But the
worst was in the middle, where his balls hung down like little apples.

"Perfect! I have guests coming soon. Don't try to leave the room. I'll send up
room service in a little while." Irene said as she left, locking the door on
the way out.

"This way. Get on the interstate." Jen ordered.

"Where are we going?" David asked.

"I - I don't know. I'll tell you when we get there." She replied. It was odd.
The blonde didn't know where they were going but she did know how to get
there.

"Its witchcraft, you know that?" the male said as he gunned the van up to 75.

Jen took off her coat, reveling a green shirt gaping wide over her big ones. A
tight white tee shirt covered those. Even tighter blue jeans cover her grade A
ass.

"I know, but I don't know what else to do." She complained.

"It's a trap." David replied with complete certainty.

"Tell me something I don't know. But we can take anything the Enemy throws at
us."

"I don't think its those guys. You said you saw a woman with him. The
Brotherhood doesn't use women for anything except the obvious. They don't
normally stoop to sorcery either. No. This is something new. That makes it
dangerous." David remarked.

"Just shut-up and drive." Jennifer said, getting a sudden headache.

"We have them, sir. A predator drone and a ground team. Just say the word and
we can take them out." Shade reported.

"No you idiot. The girl's our link to Irene. Once she is out of the picture,
then the little Chosen bitch dies. But it can't be one of us who orders it. We
have to do it personally. Prepare a ground assault team. Orders to kill the
witch and capture the Chosen. We will make sure she dies in the attempt."
Thomas ordered, smiling as he changed into a suit of body armor. It felt good
to be back in the game.

The SUV pulled up in front of an old hotel nestled in a pine forest. It looked
boarded up and needing a new coat of paint. There was not a soul to be seen,
yet David could tell they were not alone.

"You sure this is the place?" he spoke softly, bundling up against a cold
wind. Big flakes of snow fell from the sky. By nightfall, they could be snowed
in.

She walked up to the front door, ignoring his stupid question. This was
obviously the right place. Jen put her hand on the front door.

"NO!" David semi-shouted. "Lets go in the back way."

Sadly, little Jennifer was not a backdoor kind of girl. She slipped in the
front way, not listening to the wiser male advice.

And what a surprise, the inside lobby looked well maintained and comfortable.
Hotel employees went about their routine tasks. A blazing fire off to the
right added a sense of warmth and friendship. A sign reading 'Welcome to The
Red Rock Inn' completed the picture. The buxom teen approached the front desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for Jon Winters." She said, doffing her ski jacket. The busty
blonde wore tight fitting jeans and an even tighter tee shirt. It was simple
yet effective outfit for the voluptuous young woman warrior.

"Yes, ma'am. He's in 208. Do you have any bags to take up?" the clerk replied.
It almost seemed like they were expecting her.

"No, thanks." Jen answered as she took a key from his outstretched hand. It
was an actual metal key, not one of those cards most places used.

Sensing some urgency but not recognizing the pure weirdness surrounding her,
Jen bounded up the rolling, red carpeted staircase. She paused momentarily
before the door, her great bosom heaving rapidly. The girl double checked the
number, 208, then slid the key in the door. Not knowing what to expect, she
opened it slowly and peered inside.

A gasp escaped her mouth. It must be the wrong room, Jen thought. Inside were
two women, going hard at it. One, a stunningly beautiful brunette sat on the
edge of the bed, naked. The other knelt before her wearing an ill fitting
leotard. She had her head buried between the brunette's legs, eagerly
servicing her.

Jennifer's first reaction was to bolt back down stairs. But somehow, the young
girl seemed drawn to this lesbian love affair. It fascinated her and there was
something oddly familiar about both participants. She entered the room slowly
and unnoticed, studying the brunette's awesome chest.

I have seen that pair before, the blonde thought to herself. It took a moment
for last night's dream to manifest itself. Jen pictured the brunette screwing
her boyfriend, her great rack bouncing with every female thrust. The girl
suddenly recognized her boyfriend's butt in the thong style leotard. By that
time Irene looked up and met her gaze.

"Welcome, Jennifer. Jon here has been dying to see you." The busty witch said.
She stood up, almost knocking the boy over.

Jen helped her boyfriend up but she barely saw him or his humiliating
condition. Her eyes studied those big, dominating tits wonderfully offset by
Irene's flat stomach. The brunette stood almost a foot taller than the blonde
in her ubiquitous 4" heels.

"You are even more beautiful than Jon described." The witch purred. Her hands
brazenly went to Jen's natural D cups and found her rapidly hardening nipples.

Before the young teen knew what was happening, she found herself kissing the
other woman. It was hot and magical, much better than any man had ever done.
Jon was forgotten as the buxom cheerleader pressed her bod against the naked
woman. Irene's ample charms worked on females as well.