Showing posts with label Hot sexy battle story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hot sexy battle story. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Tanya the Boxer

by Dan Long

Tanya entered the boxing arena, only for two figures in the ring it was empty... as agreed.

This was a match to decide who gets a group of strategic islands of the coastland where the men rules one side the girls the other. After years of fighting and the boys getting their ass kicked there was an agreement drawn up, it would come down to two warriors in combat. The match would take place on the mens turf with a solid agreement that the referee would be nuetral.

Tanya was chosen to fight whatever the men could offer, she sought out the best gear for this match everlast knuckle protector gloves leaving he fingers free and silk full length robe... she stepped into the ring staring at her apponent she untied her blonde hair letting it fall like a golden waterfall over her shoulders and dropped her robe revealing the rest of her gear speed laced leather boots and a tight black tied thong that fitted her perfectly, her breasts stood firm with nipples erect pointing at her enemy.

He stood transfixed by her, he was a huge muscle bound mountain, wearing similar boots and with only a sports jock strap, that grew in size, for protection he also had the same everlast gloves as her. he shifted the front of his package protection, too make a little more room inside Tanya supposed...

Tanya glanced at the ref it was a very sexy slender black haired girl, even though the ref was meant to be neuetral she didn't believe it for a second that the men would keep that agreement. The ref walked out from behind her table in the corner of the ring then Tanya knew she'd been right. 'Hi, I'm Raven' she said... she was completely naked except for her sharp stiletto ankle boots and a strap on cock! 'I knew it' Tanya said. 'What do you mean?' asked Raven looking at her novelty hard on, 'oh this?' she said gently caressing it, 'it's is merely to show my nuetrality, like you I already have a pussy and the cock... evens it out...' she smiled coyly. 'Bullshit' Tanya said annoyed. 'Believe what you want' Raven said as she turned to the muscle bound boxer patting his crotch she siad 'make this quick big boy and we'll have our victory fuck here in this ring'.

'Get ready to be dissappointed bitch' Tanya thought to herself.

Raven leaned over the table showing her curvy ass to the two combatants she played with the hammer suggestively and said 'The rules are simple there are no rules' and chimmed the bell 'First... and only round begins' Tanya eyed the stud in his movements they circled each other, he stared at her perfect boobs gently bouncing as she moved. He went at her with fierce force throwing punches everywhere Tanya moved quick and jabbed him three times to his six pack 'uuuhhh' he grunted. Again Tanya moved in he defended by putting his gloves up, but instead of jabs Tanya pushed him against the ropes and pummeled his torse some more. 'Why is he slowing up?!' she wandered. She looked down and got her answer his humble jock strap had stretched in size, he was being extremely turned on!!! 'Like that huh?!' Tanya asked well here's a left hook! she slammed his jaw with a right hook he crumbled to his knees his cock ready to explode out of its holding.

Ok thought Tanya lets have some fun. She stepped back allowing her rival get his breath back. She walked to the other side of the ring stretching back on the ropes she said 'Come and get me big boy' he ran at Tanya, as he did she slid between his legs running her fingers over his hungry prick and soft balls, which stopped him in his tracks. Tanya grabbed him by the back of his jock strap and wedgied him. His throbbing cock burst through his strap she pulled the elastic as far back as she could and let go. He howled in pain as it smack on to his naked ass.

Roughly he ripped off his jock strap and stood tall just in his gloves and boots his cock had grown quite a bit stiffer but he was angry. 'Good' thought Tanya, I'll end this soon. She looked at his swollen member once again. She felt more than a little turned on herself. She looked at Raven 'She your girlfriend?' Tanya asked. 'What of it?' answered Raven for him. 'Well I bet your pussy ain't quite and tight or juicy as mine is right now' and with that Tanya slowly untied her thong. It gently dropped to the floor. Gloves on her hips she looked at Raven he's only in his boots and gloves... I'm only in my boots and gloves... he's obviously horny she said walking over to him and gently twanging his cock, I'm extremely horny, why don't you join in the action too?

Raven looked warily at Tanya. Tanya leaned back on the ropes her ass sat on the two middle one the top on supported her back. She spread her legs and said 'I need a service' The hunky boxer stepped up towards Tanya, she put her foot up against his six pack stomach and pushed him backwards 'Not you big boy, Raven. But drop the strap on I want those lips on these lips' she said pointing at her pussy. Raven slipped off her fake dick. 'Ah... the curtains match the carpet I see' said Tanya glancing at her pubic region, 'So do yours' Raven retorted.

Raven grabbed her boxer boyfriends cock leading him towards Tanya. 'Follow my lead' she said and with that Raven leaned over towards Tanyas blonde pussy and gently opened her lips with two fingers and slowly kissed her moist passage... Tanya groaned with great pleasure... The boxer got on his knees behind Raven placed both gloved hands on her ass and slowly entered her tight pussy... Raven took a hard breath in and quietly said 'fuck yeah' the boxer began to speed his thrusts up. 'Yeah harder...' she demanded. 'Look at us all getting along' Tanya giggled.

Ravens expertise in oral pleasuring had really taken Tanya by surprise. 'What if I had won the fight and defeated you both?' Tanya asked 'There's 5 armed gaurds outside the door ready to capture you' Raven replied while massaging Tanyas love tunnel with her fingers. Tanya lowered Ravens head back into her crotch. 'Mmmm that's good' Tanya said, I hate to think they're out there missing this call them in... let them watch. Raven lifted her head 'Gaurds... Gaurds..' she called.

5 men burst into the room in red speedos armed with machine guns. They took in the sight that met them, their champ boxer fucking their commander while she was giving their enemy oral pleasure. Raven turned to them 'Your orders have changed drop your weapons... and speedos, look but no touch... except for yourselves! she barked. The 5 men did as they were told they climbed up on the ring staying on the outside ropes looking intently at the mini orgie in front of them.

Tanya looked at the 5 men deep in the throws of pleasuring themselves she felt so dirty and liked it... so much so that she felt she was gonna cum at any minute, that couldn't happen. She curessed Ravens hair as she busily worked on her pussy. 'Sorry about this Raven but I've a match to win' with that she shoved Ravens head deeper into her love mound. Every muscel in Ravens body tightend including in her pussy crushing her boxer boyfriends tool, he yelled in agony!!!

Tanya pulled Ravens head out of her now wet mound holding her black hair in one fist Tanya drew back her other fist and smashed Raven in the jaw she spun 180 on her back breathless. Tanya lept up and grabbed the boxer by his hair standing above him calmly she said 'Your cock must be just ready to blow huh?' she crouched down grabbed his now huge cock and let the tip of it rub gently on the lips of her pussy, 'Wanna cum in?' she asked. The boxer nodded. 'Hmmmm... access denied boxer boy' and with that Tanya let go of his cock and punched him hard sending him in a 360 spin with his cock spewing white cum like a firework trail.

Two of the gaurds climbed into the ring to get Tanya she stood up and slammed both her fists against both men stunning them, she pushed them against the ring ropes as quick as lightening she crouched lifted both Ravens legs and when the men bounced back off the ropes both their cocks met the sharp end of Ravens stiletto boots 'Argghhh..' the men yelled, 'suffer boys suffer' Tanya said coldly Tanya gripped their balls and squeezed them a little their spunk shot off like champagne corks as they keeled over.

The last three gaurds came at Tanya all at once she jabbed the first one twice stunning him and shoved him into his two comrades they fell into each other their cock knocking off each other that amused Tanya and gave her an idea. As the men found their barings they stood in a line their hard ons standing out Tanya dropped to her knees drew back her left fist, 'Meet my left hook boys it makes'em cum everytime'. 'No pleaseeee...' yelled the first guard. Too late Tanya struck him hard, fast moving down the line the second gaurd said 'What the...' WHACK Tanyas fist connected. Finally the third guard 'I don't wanna...' BANG it was one clean sweep with her left hook against three mens pride they stood silent... Tanya stood up once again putting her gloves on her hips... she blew them a kiss... all at once three fountains of cum shot up from each mens cock they dropped to their knees and fell on top of each other.

Tanya looked around the cum slickend ring and put her boot on top of the defeated hunks putting her arms in the air she yelled 'Winner'.

Raven groaned rubbing her pussy, dazed she looked around... 'My men?!!', 'Cum and gone bitch' Tanya said as she picked up the strap on cock. Standing over Raven, Tanya said 'We've got unfinished business'.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Too Hot To Handle










Don't try to cross a Lethal Lady in Panties

By Anonymous


    Standing just outside the men's changing room at the exclusive spa, Tasha slipped off her trench coat so she was standing almost naked in a pair of skimpy yellow bikini bottoms.
    She caressed her breasts, excited about the upcoming confrontation with the foolish hunk who thought he could outsmart her. Imagine, a man actually thinking he could the best of her.

    Tasha had a choice to make, but it really wasn't much of a choice. Would she rather have her arms around a dead hunk and have $10,000 all to herself, or let the hunk live and have no money.

    Too bad, she thought. He was quite a stud, but he had stupidly crossed her and was trying to make off with the money and keep it all for himself. Men, Tasha shook her head. Why did men always so underestimate the power, strength, and overall skill of a sexy babe?

    The hunk was sitting in a jockstrap on a bench before a locker off to the side of a whirlpool bath with swirling clear water when Tasha entered. He was surprised to see her, but obviously somewhat glad; at least Tasha liked to think so, otherwise why did the bulge in his crotch begin to expand so noticeably?

    "You can run but you can't hide," Tasha said, staring at the aroused appendage twitching within the man's jock.

    "It's not what you think," the hunk said, rising to his feet.

    "It looks like you can only think with that little head between your legs," Tasha laughed.

    The insult caused the bulge in the man's cock to stir even more.

    "I was going to share the money with you, honest," the stud said, resting one hand on his crotch, trying to calm himself.

    He turned and opened the top of the locker where the money was bundled, but Tasha wasn't interested, She already knew she was going to take all the money, for now she was content to admire the hunk's exposed ass cheeks.

    "I just love the sight of a nice jock," Tasha said, laughing at her play on words.

    The hunk swung around and reached for her, placing an outstretched arm on each of Tasha's shoulders.

    "You're going to be sorry, bitch!" he threatened.

    "I doubt it," Tasha laughed, her hands moving much quicker than the jock strapped man before her.

    One hand grabbed the back waistband of his jock, while the other pulled up on the front. The man was suddenly helpless, dangling before the sexy tan woman as she yanked the front of his jock further up his body so the waistband covered his belly and the white fabric formed a small pouch squeezing and chocking his hard, throbbing cock.

    The man groaned as Tasha increased the pressure. His arms were still across her slender feminine shoulders, his cock beginning to slip out of the jock.

    "Crime never pays for someone like you," Tasha scolded the desperate man, slamming him back against the locker door.

    "But it sure does for me," she said, slipping her hand back down and up cupping his balls, while still pulling up and holding him in place by the front of his jock.

    Tasha pressed the triangle of her bikini up against the hunk's cock, which was twitching madly. She began to thrust forward with her pussy, humping and grinding him against the locker, rhythmically meeting his erect cock and slamming his bare ass against the locker.

    Wow, what a rush, she thought, as she continued to hump the hunk like he was her own personal sexual toy, an object for her desire and gratification, nothing more, simply a cock for her to use and dispose of once she had reached her orgasm and was done with him.

    Tasha was slamming against her male victim harder now, the tingling within her beginning to build, her excitement rising as she realized the poor stud was completely at her mercy. A particularly hard thrust caused him to cry out in pain. And then his arms were flailing, as she pushed onward toward climax, and then sensed that she was choking the life out of him by squeezing and crushing his cock.

    Almost there, Tasha began to squeal and then cry in ecstasy. She still held the front waistline of the man's jock as she pounded against him. She barely noticed when the head of his excited cock slipped out of the jock, only aware of it when she felt the pre-cum on the tip of his penis rub across her belly.

    She slammed him back again and his cock squirted once before Tasha pulled down on his balls so his penis was back in his jock where it exploded within, and then she knew he was dead, as she released the waist of his jock and her pounding pussy took her over the edge, carrying her toward the best climax ever, her mound relishing the power and sensation of pressing against the hunk's damp jockstrap.

    Shuddering, Tasha pressed up against the lifeless stud muffin, slowing the pace of her thrusts as she began to come down and regain her composure. She held his body up against the locker and looked up over his shoulder at the money in the locker that was now hers, as it should be, as it was always meant to be.

    Tasha grabbed the back waistband of the defeated hunk's jock and carried his dangling body toward the whirlpool bath. Placing one hand around his lifeless neck, Tasha swung him back by the jockstrap and then tossed him out and forward where he landed with splash in the water. Satisfied with her accomplishment, Tasha admired the hunk's ass cheeks as he lay literally doing the dead man's float, the water around his waist beginning to film up with cum spreading out from beneath.

    Turning her back in triumph, Tasha grabbed the bundle of money and strutted out of the changing room, making sure to blow the finished hunk a farewell kiss.

    An Arrogant Stud Bite the Dust Tasha's Way

    by Anonymous


      Tasha had heard about the hunk who had been parading around the hotel like he was God's gift to women. She wanted to see for herself, see if he was really that hot. She tingled as she thought about what she would do to him. She so loved putting these Western hunks in their places, completely and utterly destroyed by a dark-skinned superior woman before they knew what hit them.

      It was early evening when Tasha arrived at the pool. The area was deserted, most of the guests still finishing dinner or having cocktails at the bar. Playing a hunch, she slipped into the nearby bathhouse and sure enough, standing by a locker with his back to her was a powerful blonde haired muscle guy in a skimpy purple bikini.

      She admired him for a moment, gazing at the crease above his suit where the crack between his ass cheeks started. This was going to be fun, she thought, savoring the nearly naked beefcake before her, another overconfident man just ripe for the taking.

      "Hey, sweet cheeks," Tasha said seductively.

      The hunk whirled around startled. Once he saw Tasha before him in her string bikini with a tiny white patch between her long, shapely, athletic legs, the front of his mini-suit began to grow.

      Tasha smacked her lips, admiring the enlarged bulge and outline of the hunk's cock beneath his suit. It looked like an oblong banana covered with purple fabric. The hunk tried to act confident, but Tasha could see that he was slowly losing the struggle to contain himself and she laughed as the front of his suit twitched.

      "Can I help you with something?" Tasha asked, smiling.

      "I don't need any help," the hunk said with irritation.
      Tasha just loved it when she got under a macho man's skin, irritating him, challenging and threatening his masculine pride.

      "You're not going to get what you want from me," Tasha said, swaying before him, her arms loose at her sides.

      "Like hell I won't," the hunk snarled.

      Tasha laughed, nodding toward his crotch which looked like it was about to explode, the poor man's cock was twitching so much.

      The hunk tool one step toward Tasha, slowed by his erection,and before his second foot could follow, her right leg shot out, catching the started man hard in the center of his chest with her foot.

      Tasha watched with amusement as the muscle man grunted and smashed back against the lockers, then crashed down on his ass on the bench before them, the front of his skimpy suit pointing out toward her like a shaking pole.

      It was clear the force of her kick had knocked the wind out of him, and Tasha immediately took advantage, grabbing the hunk by his legs and pulling him off the bench so he landed before her on the floor.

      In a panic, he tried to scramble to his feet, turning on all fours so his ass was right in front of Tasha. She resisted the urge to upend him with a brutal kick between his legs, and instead, slipped her left arm up underneath his legs, clutching his jewels, and grabbing the back of his bikini with her other hand.

      Now, she had him, Mr. Throbbing White Guy was helpless in her grip. She enjoyed his throbbing cock frantically rubbing against her arm.
      "The party's over for you," Tasha laughed, yanking the man up by his cock and the back of his suit and then
      slamming him back down on the bench.

      She removed her hands and started at her male victim as he lay on the bench, his legs draped on each side of it, and his broad chest glistening above his belly button and the tip of his cock slipping out of his purple suit.

      Kneeling beside the bench and the stricken stud muffin, Tasha placed her left hand gently over his mouth, and bunched up the fabric covering his crotch with her other and squeezed.
      The man struggled, kicking and bucking, but Tasha held him firmly in place, squeezing his cock harder until she could soon feel the pre-cum against the back of her fingers and a moment later his cock was jerking up to greet her hand.

      Slipping her left hand down and around his throat, Tasha removed her right hand from the hunk's bouncing crotch and took aim with two fingers, driving them deep into his belly button. The hunk's legs shot out straight as Tasha's pushed deeper, her fingers hitting the nerve center that made the hunk's death inevitable.

      Keeping her fingers in place, Tasha gracefully swung one leg over and around, nestling her bottom on the man's twitching face. She calmly began riding him, both hands now flat on his powerful chest, as she watched the death throes of his lower body, the head of his engorged cock pointing toward her as his bikini front was rising up and down.

      Tasha was on fire, possessed with passion, as she started grinding her pussy over his face with frenzied abandon, watching and waiting, and then seeing, first one glob shooting out, and then a second geyser of cum shooting out and covering the hunk's washboard stomach as he moaned one last time and died.

      His ride was over but Tasha was just beginning. The dead hunk was her toy, her male vibrator to be used and then abruptly abandoned as she saw fit. Cries of ecstasy were now coming as she humped his face with reckless abandon, pushing herself, moving toward sexual satisfaction at the once arrogant white man's expense.

      Her cries grew louder, as she rubbed her hands across the cum on his chest, swishing it about, feeling it between her fingers, loving the truth that his dick was useless to him but not to her. As she came down harder on his face, his cock slipped further out of the purple bikini. Up and down, up and down, she continued to ride him, as she passionately flinging the top of her bikini off. The soaked head of his dick was flopping against his
      stomach, as Tasha suddenly couldn't stop the urge to move down off his face and along his broad chest until there it was, his beautiful conquered cock just lying there waiting for her.

      She ripped the remainder of the hunk's suit off, so he was completely naked before her lust crazed body, and then she reached down caressing his cock with both hands and bringing it up toward her breasts, resting it between them, yanking and rubbing his cock, and humping his naked body until squeezing his penis with all her might, she shuddered, rising bolt upright and then collapsed across his masculine body, her victorious
      belly against his, and one hand holding his still erect cock by the side of her head.

      She lay still, feeling the oozing cum between their bodies, the triumphant dark female on top of the vanquished white male. Resting, Tasha slowly regained her composure. Then, sitting up, still holding the dead hunk's cock, she shook it as if in greeting, as if being introduced for the first time, though in reality they had never been properly introduced and it has been his last time for anything.

      Tasha stood over the dead hunk's body, sweat from her chest dripping on to his lifeless form which lay on the bench with his cock still very much at attention. She moved slowly down the bench, grabbing his purple bikini and casually dragging it with her hand as she continued walking until it was down and off his
      legs, and then she straddled the bench, standing and looking down at her defeated male adversary in all his naked glory, dangling his purple bikini in her hand as a token of her triumph.

      Tasha begins her mission by eliminating a hunk

        By Anonymous


      Standing in a teeny thong barely covering her coveted prize, Tasha felt flattered as she looked down upon the naked man on his knees before her, his erect cock jutting out toward her.

      Tasha looked down into the doomed man's eyes, savoring the feeling of power, knowing that her barely clad sexy body would be his last sight on earth, that she, the woman, was the triumphant one. What a nice compliment, she thought, looking at the man's throbbing cock. She loved knowing that he wanted her so badly and there was no way it was going to happen.

      Amused at the hunk's helpless position, naked on his knees before her, Tasha thought back to how she had ended up putting him in such a state,

      She slipped silently into his house, moving down the hall toward her victim's bedroom. She knew he wouldn't pose much of a problem, her male opponents never did, and then she could accomplish her mission, to take the list of names of those who needed to be eliminated.

      Stepping into the man's room, Tasha allowed her trench coat to drop to the floor, revealing her sexy tan body with a mere patch of fabric between her legs. The man was caught off guard, lying in bed in his underwear. He sat up, swinging his legs around so he was sitting on the side of his bed facing Tasha.

      He was a muscular man, with a broad chest, a true hunk, but Tasha wasn't worried, she was confident he wouldn't cause her much trouble. She smiled when she saw the bulge in his underwear

      Tasha moved over toward the hunk, almost gliding, and took him in her arms, pressing up against him, grinding against his throbbing cock. Grabbing the back of his underwear, Tasha yanked up, wedging the back between the man's muscular ass cheeks, as she placed her hand against his throat and dragged him across the room and slammed him up against the wall. He groaned from the impact of hitting the wall. Tasha then pinned him against the wall with her forearm against his throat.

      "You have quite a package there," Tasha teased.

      The man tried to respond but Tasha's arm against his throat prevented him from speaking.

      She released the back of his underwear and moved toward the hunk's side. She glanced across the room into a full length mirror and was turned on by the sight. It was so erotic, so hot, a sexy dark skinned, barely dressed, babe holding a hunk trapped up against the wall with her arm across his throat, while his excited cock spasmodically twitched beneath his shorts.

      Tasha karate chopped the helpless man against his washboard belly and his body jerked backed. What a rush! Tasha delivered another karate chop right against the center of the shaft of his cock. She made sure not to strike too hard or to hit the sensitive nerve spots she had learned over her years as an assassin.

      She paused, toying with the once macho man, then struck again with a karate chop, hitting his cock and smiling as the telltale sign of pre-cum oozing out darkened the front of his shorts. One more should do it, Tasha thought. The poor man, so desperately in need of release, so sure that he was going to be the one to fuck her, only to find that she was the superior one, the one completely in control. It must be so frustrating, Tasha thought, for the captive hunk, his cock about to explode, but not even being able to poke out of his underwear, and all because of her, because she was the superior fighter, and lover, though he would never get to experience her charms.

      Tasha delivered another karate chop and stepped back, releasing her arm from the hunk's throat. He slumped back against the wall and a jet of cum shot up and out, some staining his shorts even more, and the head of his penis burst out over the waistband of his underwear, a stream of cum splattered across his washboard gut.

      He was down now, lying with his back against the wall. Crouching before his spent form, her crotch mocking his ineptitude, Tasha slipped his cum-stained shorts off, stripping him naked. She admired his muscular naked body for a few moments. Then Tasha grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his knees. There he was naked before her, defeated, no longer a threat.

      "That so-called weapon between your legs is highly overrated," Tasha laughed.

      The defeated hunk's eyes glowered at Tasha with seething hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

      "Time to say good-bye, stud," Tasha said, shooting her leg out and striking his cock with two toes.

      "Uh," the hunk groaned.

      Tasha smiled as the man's erect cock started trembling. "I just killed you," Tasha said nonchalantly. "Hit a nerve spot that means you're finished."

      The hunk's eyes opened wide as his cock started thrusting forward, completely out of control, as if he was desperately fucking the air.

      Tasha placed her hands on her shapely hips and watched with amusement. Shouldn't be long now, she thought, marveling at the way the poor hunk's cock jerked about.

      The man cried out. then his eyes rolled in his head, as his cock exploded, a stream of cum shooting up into the air and then dropping on the carpet. With cum still oozing out of the head of his penis, still on his knees, the hunk collapsed on his belly before Tasha, quite dead.

      That was easy enough, Tasha thought, as she walked over and placed her foot in triumph on the hunk's bare ass. Once again, she looked over at the full length mirror and savored the sight of herself standing in victory over the naked hunk.

      She then nudged his body with her foot, flipping the naked hunk over onto his back, where she was pleased and took it as a high compliment that his cock, slickened with cum, remained erect and towering as if in supreme tribute to her as the triumphant Goddess who had thoroughly humiliated him before so easily taking his life.

      Tasha walked over to the desk in his room, It didn't take long, she found the list she wanted, a list with twelve names of important male agents that she had been assigned to take out.

      Glancing once more at her naked male victim, Tasha blew the dead man a kiss, ready to go out on the town to celebrate, rounding up a hunk of her own to fuck, knowing that there was much more sex waiting in her future but that the defeated hunk's fucking days were over, and that she was the one responsible for that. She slipped back into her trench coat, smiling as she felt the wetness beneath her panties, and disappeared into the night.

      Saturday, November 13, 2010

      Brit's Story.

      The British Intelligence special agent 005 was on a mission to investigate the cargo of a sunken freighter some miles off the coast of North Africa. The ship was believed to have been carrying weapons and supplies to a dissident female IRA group called the Sisterhood Army of Republican Celts (SHARC) which had started to cause severe losses in MI6 and MI5.

      In the red light of the submarine the 23 year old MI6 stud muffin pulled his wetsuit over his tight arse, narrow waist and broad shoulders. The slick black rubber gleamed as it flowed over his muscles like a second skin. In minutes the Brit agent was suited up, buckled on his utility belt and checked his spear-gun. Finally he pulled the rubber hood over his short, sandy blond hair and his handsome face was covered by goggles and his breathing kit before making his way out of the airlock and into the clear blue water of the Mediterranean.

      In minutes he had located the wreck on the sandy bottom and kicked out powerfully towards it. The ship was still whole and he had some trouble getting the cargo hold open, his muscles bulged as he heaved on the doors. Suddenly they opened and he was greeted by the corpse of one of the crew as it floated out past him. His involuntary reaction caused him to loose off his spear-gun, which thudded into the long dead crewmember. Collecting himself after the shock he dropped the now useless weapon and started to search the hold.

      Meanwhile up on the surface a beaten up fishing boat basked in the sun. Over the side a lithe female form dropped gently into the water, wearing nothing but a skimpy green thong, goggles and a small breathing kit in her mouth. She dived down toward the wreck.

      005 was excited. He’d found a huge amount of arms as well as evidence of the various rogue states that were supporting SHARC. He left the hold and struck out back toward the Royal Navy submarine. From a swaying stand of seaweed the female appeared and swam swiftly towards him.

      The MI6 agent was surprised and confused. Seeing the sexy woman approach he was unsure what to do, she was unarmed and almost naked. Her long auburn hair flowed behind her and her firm, bare breasts transfixed him. What could she being doing here? Could she be a SHARC agent? As he stared at the vision she closed with him fast, her movements sure and positive. 005 came to a decision, he couldn’t risk discovery and so drew his knife from its leg sheath and swam at the woman, meeting her charge with knife at the ready.

      They met and he drove the keen blade at her heart, she deftly caught his wrist and twisted. The Brit diver grunted in pain, dropping his weapon, which sank down to the sand. Agent Nimh kept her grip of his wrist and used it to coil round him like and eel.

      005 fought back hard, bigger and stronger than the Irishwoman he started to break her grip but her limbs were strong too, and her touch was powerful. Every time he managed to prise off one limb another would caress a part of him, rubbing against his suit and making him shudder. Soon the fit young man began to tire.

      Remorselessly she tied him in an erotic knot, her limbs entwining him. Her sex rubbed his now bulging crotch as she felt his resistance crumble. One hand deftly undid his crotch flap, his thick uncut cock now free she used her thumb to pull down her green thong and eased herself onto him.

      Her deadly trap was now complete. She rode his cock, sliding up and down, making him gulp on his reg. With him safely trapped in her she let go his limbs and caressed his fit, rubber clad body. The excitement made bubbles burst from his mask as they writhed together in the clear water.

      She held him as she forced him to climax. Enjoying the feel of the Englishman’s body her fingers stroked and teased, her delicate, deadly touch making his heavy balls tighten. He tried to hold back but was helpless. He stiffened, blue eyes wide, as he shot hot cum deep into the SHARC agent. Her eyes met his as she felt his climax. Almost lovingly she touched his face, then swiftly pulled away his mask and reg as he moaned and gasped in orgasm.

      He jerked in her grip as the salt water flooded his lungs, in seconds he was drowning, terror in his eyes as she playfully stopped him regaining the precious reg. Soon his struggles ceased and Nimh pushed him away, his muscled rubber-clad body gently drifting down into the deep.

      Nimh swam back to the freighter and entered the hold. She came out minutes later with a black bag and headed for the Royal Navy submarine, looking for the hatch 005 had left by, the deadly nerve agent ready in her hands.

      Tuesday, July 7, 2009

      Girls Will Be Girls: Part 2

      by M.C.
      When terrorists take over a nuclear power station and threaten the lives of millions, guess who has to save the day?


      After Dawn and Kate singlehandedly wiped out one of the largest drug cartels in the Western Hemisphere (see Girls Will Be Girls), the two teenage girls' lives pretty much returned to normal; well normal by their standards anyway. Living in Rancho Bernardo, a middle class suburb about twenty miles north of San Diego, they did the things teenage girls did - only a little bit better. Dawn led the Rancho Bernardo woman's high school track and field team to the state title for the second year in a row by winning the 100 and 200 meter dashes along with the high jump, long jump and javelin throw (she also anchored her team's victory in the 4X100 meter relay race). Kate meanwhile entered, and won, the open division of the annual San Diego martial arts tournament in the first year she was elgible to participate. She easily defeated the the two-time defending champion in the final (kicking his ass would be a more accurate description of what she actually did).

      Socially, their situation improved dramatically. For the first time in their lives, both Dawn and Kate now had steady boyfriends - Rick and Brad. Their mother, a tough, no nonsense ex-Navy Seal drill instructor who was now an agent for a secret government organization, feared that any distractions her daughters had would interfere with the rigorious training regimen she set for them as well as their school work. So for most of their teenage years, she put restrictions on her daughters' social lives; one of which was no steady boyfriends. But after Dawn and Kate smashed Robert Thomas' illegal drug empire, she lightened up and allowed her daughters to lead more normal social lives.

      The girls still trained several hours a day with their mother though. Usually it was martial arts and weight lifting at home from five to seven in the morning before school, and shooting, the use of high tech devices and tactical training at a near-by military base in the afternoon. In addition to that, one weekend a month they would go with their mother to train with an elite group of Marines at Camp Pendleton. Incredibly however, Dawn and Kate managed to keep their two lives - that of being secret agents and normal high school girls - totally seperate. And when they did have to leave for awhile, Dawn and Kate simply told their boyfriends that they would be off doing 'girl stuff' which Rick and Brad accepted without question.

      It was nearing the end of the school year and the girls were spending a lazy Saturday afternoon at home with their boyfriends. Dawn and Rick would be graduating soon (Dawn as anhonorstudent with a perfect 4.0 grade point average) and both plannned to begin attending San Diego State in the fall; Kate and Brad still had one more year left in high school. While the four teenagers were enjoying each other's company, doing the things that high school kids do when alone together (they planned to go to the movies that evening), an event was taking place about 40 miles to the north that was about to alter their plans.

      The Nuclear Power Station at San Onofre, California...

      The guards at the gate glanced at the driver of the truck as it made it's routine delivery of supplies to the power plant's restaurant. Although they noticed it wasn't the regular driver, it was a Saturday and the regular driver was probably taking a day off which wasn't all thatunusual; and besides, the guards were taking a coffee break. So without further inspection, they opened the gate and waved the truck through. The driver first went over to the restaurant and dropped off the supplies so as not to arouse suspicion, then drove right up to the main building where the nuclear reactor was located.

      The men guarding the entrance looked at each other and wondered why the truck had stopped there. But before they could question the driver, the truck's back door burst open and about a dozen armed men jumped out (video footage taken from a security camera confirmed that twelve men came out of the rear of the truck - that plus the driver made thirteen attackers in all). Seconds later both guards were dead and the men entered into the building, shooting wildly as they did. With surprising ease, the armed men quickly overpowered and killed all the guards inside and took control of the main building. In the process, they also rounded up some twenty employees who were then herded into the main lobby and forced to lie on the floor.

      "That went exactly as I planned it," the huge, muscular man who appeared to be the leader of the group said to another man standing beside him. "I want two guards posted at every entrance and a two-man patrol constantly moving around inside building in case we didn't find everyone. If they should see anybody - anybody at all - they're to shoot them on sight. Understood?"

      "Understood Mr. Big," came the reply.

      "And have the rest of the men guard the hostages. I'll let it be known that any attempt from the outside to retake this building will result in their immediate deaths. After our mission has been completed and we don't need them anymore they can be eliminated; is that also clear?"

      His second-in-command nodded his head.

      "Now get me those engineers." Two men in white coats were brought before the huge man. "I need you to open the coded door to the nuclear reactor," he barked at them,"so do it now!" When neither one of them moved, the powerful man reached out and arbitrarily grabbed one of them by the throat with his strong right hand. Lifting the full grown man completely off the floor with just one hand, Mr. Big began to tighten his grip on the helpless man's throat. The engineer turned red, then blue...then dead. A few moments later Mr. Big casually tossed his lifeless body aside, turned to the other engineer and said,"you have exactly thirty seconds to open the God Damn door!"

      Shaking like a leaf, the petrified man managed to open it in twenty-nine. Unfortunately for him, it was the last thing he ever did. "Stupid idiots," Mr. Big said as he tossed another lifeless body aside. Then he and two other heavily armed men entered the reactor room. "O.K.men, set the charges; then I'll call Washington and issue our demands. If everything goes according to plan, by this time tomorrow we'll all be multi-millionaires."

      One hour later in Washington D.C...

      Major General Daniel Hawkins pumped his fist in the air as he sank the ten foot putt on the ninth hole for a birdie. He finished the front nine one under par and was feeling on top of the world. But just as he was preparing to tee off on the tenth hole, an aide with a worried look on his face approached him. "Sir, I'm very sorry to interrupt your game, but you have an emergency phone call on your cell phone." Thirty minutes later, a much more subdude General Hawkins entered the headquarters of the top secret anti-terrorism organism he ran somewhere in the basement of the Pentagon.

      "Have the terrorists issued their demands yet Major?" he asked another aide - this one an expert in counterterrorism.

      "Yes they have sir. Just a few minutes ago someone who calls himself 'Mr. Big' demanded a billion dollars within eighteen hours or he threatened to blow up the nuclear reactor."

      "How many fatalities have there been?"

      "Ten that we know of sir, but there could be more. Most were guards at the plant, but we think two engineers may also have been killed."

      "And how many hostages do they have?"

      "We believe they have around twenty hostages sir; but it's impossible to know for sure. They say that if we don't agree to comply with their demands by 20:00 Pacific Standard Time (that's 8:00 P.M. for you civilians) they'll start killing a hostage every half hour."

      "Has any word of this been leaked to the press yet?"

      "Not yet sir. So far the media clampdown has been effective. But it's only a matter of time before word of this gets out; and then there will be a major panic."

      General Hawkins stared at the large map on the wall. The San Onofre Nuclear Power Station is located right on the coast of Southern California - about mid-way between Los Angeles and San Diego. Together, those two large metropolitan areas have more than twenty million people living in them; not the best place you want a nuclear *accident* to happen.

      "What are our options Major?"

      "I'm afraid we don't have many sir. If, as they claim, the terrorists have enough C-4 (a very powerful plastic explosive) to destroy the nuclear reactor, it could release a huge amount of radioactivity throughout the entire area. It would make the Chernobyl disaster in Russia look like nothing more than scraping one's knee."

      The General took a deep breath, then asked,"what about a tactical strike by a small team of highly trained commandos? Is it possible that they could get inside, take out the terrorists, free the hostages and prevent a catastrophe?"

      The Major thought about this for some time. "I suppose that if a small team of well trained commandos managed to get inside the complex without being detected, they might be able to take out the terrorists before they could destroy the reactor or kill the hostages. But it would take a *VERY* special team sir, and they'd have to be ready to go in within a few hours at the very latest. (He looked at his watch) It's already 15:30 hours ( 3:30 P.M.) on the West Coast."

      "Which one of our elite teams is the closest to that area Major?"

      The aide typed in all the necessary information into his computer and within a few seconds said, "the closest team to that area is *Big Momma's* sir. They're only about forty-five minutes away."

      For the first time since the crisis began, General Hawkins allowed himself the luxary of a smile - albeit a small one. "Major, get me *Big Momma* on the phone. If there's anyone who can pull this off, she can."

      While all of this was going on, somewhere in a suburban home in Rancho Bernardo, California...

      The large, strong, well built man lay nearly beaten on his back; but he still struggled on with all of his remaining strength to extracate himself from the position he found himself in. But to no avail. His efforts were useless - but then they always were, weren't they? For try as he might, Leonard Nelson couldn't pry open the muscular legs of the powerful woman who was squeezing him. He did make one last, desperate attempt though; but - as usual - his opponent was simply much too strong for him.

      "Had enough honeybunch?" the even larger and stronger woman smiled at the man she had trapped in-between her powerful thighs."

      "Yes," he gasped," I give up Katherine."

      "Well then, I guess that means I win again, doesn't it honey?" she smiled as she playfully tweeked his nose. "And you know what that means, don't you?"

      "Yes Katherine, I know what that means" the totally exhausted man answered. After she released him from her python-like sissors, Leonard Nelson rolled over on his back allowing the muscular woman to sit down on his chest."How could this 45 year-old woman keep herself in such fantastic shape? Leonard wondered to himself. "She never loses...at anything!"

      Katherine Nelson, whose secret code name is 'Big Momma' because she stands six feet-three inches tall, weighs 230 power-packed pounds and could kick just about any man's ass in a fight (as she has proven more times than she can count), scooted up her husband's chest until her large pussy hovered directly above his face. "O.K. hubby, eat me!" she demanded - but in a playfull tone of voice. Without hesitation, Leonard began to suck on his wife's private parts, bringing her level of arousal to the breaking point...and then beyond. During the next two hours, Katherine and Leonard brought each other to ecstacy several times. And they would have done it several more had not Katherine's emergency cell phone (a number known to only a few people) began to ring. "What happened now?" she sighed as she reached over and grabbed the phone.

      "Hello."

      "Is this Big Momma?"

      "Speaking."

      "Big Momma, this is Major General Daniel Hawkins from the Pentagon...it seems we have ourselves a *situation*."

      "A situation?"

      "Yes, a serious situation and we desperately need you and your special team in on this one." General Hawkins then briefly explained to her what the *situation* was. "Please (nobody gives 'Big Momma' orders, not even a major general) report to your base at Camp Pendleton as soon as you can, time is of the essence; and, as you can see, this is a matter of the upmost urgency...and secrecy."

      (Short pause) "My team and I will be there within the hour General; ready for action."

      "Thank you Big Momma."

      Katherine looked down at her husband and shrugged her massive shoulders. "I'm very sorry honey, but it seems that the girls and I have to save the world again tonight."

      Meanwhile, in Dawn's bedroom...

      Rick ran his hands through Dawn's long, beautiful blond hair. "You're so incredibly sexy," he said to her. Sitting on the large rug opposit them, Brad rested his head on Kate's shoulder while she held him in her strong arms. Almost simultaneously, the boys and girls began kissing each other. Then the door to the bedroom burst open and both Rick and Brad began shaking with fear. For there, standing before them with a very serious look on her face, was the largest, strongest and most intimidating woman either of them had ever seen in their life - Katherine 'Big Momma' Nelson; Dawn and Kate's mother.

      "Relax boys," Katherine said when she saw the terrified looks on their faces,"this isn't about you. If I had any fears at all about your being alone with my daughters, would I allow you to be in Dawn's bedroom by yourselves?"

      "Then what are you doing here mother?" Kate asked sharply.

      "I'm afraid you girls are going to have to ask your friends to leave now; it's
      a *private* matter."

      "But...but we planned to go to the movies tonight," Brad said meekly.

      Katherine Nelson does not usually explain herself to anyone, nor does she repeat an order. When the big, tough woman gives one, she expects it to be obeyed without question. But since these were her daughters' first boyfriends, she resisted her natural urge to simply order them out of her home and instead (and quite uncharacteristically) smiled at the two boys. In as soft and gentle a tone as she could, the powerful female said,"I'm very sorry about this guys, I really am. But something quite unexpected just came up that my daughters and I have to take care of immediately. You and the girls can go to the movies another time. I'll even treat you...and to a fancy dinner too."

      While the boys were still confused about what was going on, the girls understood very well. "Come on guys," Dawn said,"we'll see you out." She and Kate then took their boyfriends firmly by the hand and led them to the front door where they then gave both a long, passionate kiss. (While the girls weren't looking, Katherine slipped a hand-written note to Brad, the contents of which were a mystery). After the boys left, Dawn and Kate turned to their mother. "Something serious is going down isn't it?" Dawn asked.

      "Yes honey," her mother replied somberly,"I'm afraid so. We have some seroius work to do tonight so we'd better start packing; I'll explain the situation as we do." Katherine led her daughters downstairs and opened the solid steel door to the basement (which only she and the girls knew the combination to). They then entered a large room where an impressive arsonal of weapons, gagets and other 'tools of the trade' were stored and the three female super secret agents began to pack their bags. While they did so, 'Big Momma' explained to her daughters what was going on and what she intended to do about it. Ten minutes later, all packed and ready for action, they returned upstairs.

      Unlike Rick and Brad, Leonard knew perfectly well what his wife and daughters did; he helped train Dawn and Kate when they were younger - before they became too good for him that is (they obviously had their mother's genes). He watched as the three of them came up the stairs from the basement."I'm very sorry that I can't tell you what's up tonight Lenny," Katherine said to her husband. "But it's top secret; and the truth is, you're better off not knowing." She took him in her powerful arms and gave Leonard a loving hug.

      "Just bring yourself and my babies (Dawn and Kate) back home safely Katherine," he said softly.

      "I will honey...I promise I will. Keep the bed warm for me."

      The 45 year-old advertising executive then hugged and kissed each of his daughters and walked them to the garage. Silently, he watched as they all got into the large Land Rover SUV. Katherine (who had what appeared to be a bag of clothes with her) blew him a kiss, started up the engine, and backed out of the garage. As they drove away, Leonard saw Dawn and Kate wave 'good-bye' to him from the back seat.

      About 40 minutes later, 'Big Momma' and her *team* arrived at the Camp Pendleton. They were met at the gate by the base commander himself whereupon he personally escorted them to a small compound off to the side. There, she and her daughters unloaded their gear and immediately went to the briefing room to discuss the situation and the details of the plan Katherine had devised along the way (Dawn and Kate couldn't help feeling a deep sense of pride as all the uniformed officers got up and stood at attention when their mother entered the room). "Very well gentlemen," the powerful woman began,"this is what we're going to do..."

      For the next 15 minutes Katherine Nelson described the plan that she and her daughters were going to employ to try and eliminate the terrorists and free the hostages (as part of her job, she had familiarized herself with the San Onofre Nuclear Plant which was located a little bit south of Camp Pendleton just in case a situation like this one should occur). The plan she chose to impliment was risky, but given the time-frame they were working with, Katherine felt it was the best option she had.

      When she finished her presentation, Katherine looked at all those in attendence and asked,"are any questions gentlemen? (except for Katherine and her daughters, everybody else in the room was a man)." After a few moments of silence 'Big Momma' said,"very well then, make whatever preparations you need. The operation will begin at exactly 19:00...two hours from now; and I expect you all to be ready by then." (Just before they left, Katherine took the base commander aside and whispered something in his ear. She then took out the keys to her Land Rover and handed them to him).

      At exactly 7 P.M. Kathrine and Kate, dressed in scuba gear and carrying their waterproof bags, entered a rubber dingy. The small watercraft began moving stealthfully towards the large nuclear complex a mile to the south. At 7:15 P.M. on the top of a cliff overlooking the ocean near the plant, Dawn finished assemblig her hang glider. The evening winds blowing inwards from the ocean would provide the 18 year-old girl all the lift she would need to get to her destination. As she leaped out over the edge of the cliff and began to rise, Dawn reached into the pocket of her jacket, took out a cell phone and dialed her mother. "Startwin One to Big Momma, the bird is in flight." It was the signal for the operation to begin.

      Katherine looked over at Kate and whispered,"do you remember the plan honey?"

      Though she didn't dare cross her mother directly, Kate was no less offended by the question this time than before when Dawn asked her (see part one). "Yes mom," she said curtly,"I remember the plan."

      "Good. Then let's put on our diving masks and get to work." A minute later, the two females were in the water, swimming towards the power station that was now only a few hundred yards away.

      Dressed in an black all-body suit and a dark mask, Dawn and her equally black hang glider were virtually invisible to anyone watching from the ground at night. She skillfully guided the hang glider onto the roof of the main building and landed without making a sound. Wearing night goggles which allowed her to see in the dark, the 18 year-old high school senior quickly opened her bag, took out her utility belt (stocked with all kinds of goodies including her 9mm Berettas) and put it on. She then proceeded to make her way over to one of the maintainence doors located on the roof. Though locked from the inside, a single shot from her pistol - with a silencer of course - and Dawn was inside the complex.

      At almost the same time, two female figures emerged from the waters of the Pacific Ocean. They quickly removed their scuba gear, donned their black bodysuits and put on their belts and goggles. Because Katherine had studied the plan of the complex extensively, she knew that they were very close to a little used side door underneath the main floor. Employees who smoked would use this entrance to slip outside for a cigarette break (since smoking had been banned in all public places in California, the workers had to be creative in order to get their nicotine fix). Incredibly, the door was unlocked! "I'll have to have a talk with these smokers when this is all over," Katherine mused to herself. Then, turning to her daughter, whispered, "the plan is..."

      "I know very well what the plan is mother (Kate said, quietly but with more than a trace of indignation in her voice). It's to take out all the bad guys, free the hostages and save Southern California from a nuclear holocaust; right?"

      (Short pause) "Well yes, basically that's it honey. But you forgot one thing however."

      "What's that?"

      "To keep yourself safe. I promised your father I'd bring you and Dawn back; and that's a promise I have every intention of keeping." Mother and daughter stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, then drew their guns (Kate her Beretta while Katherine's weapon of choice was a Glock 10mm automatic) and prepared to 'take care of business'.

      Dawn crept quietly through the corridors of the complex's upper level, her fine tuned hearing zeroing in on every sound. She could hear the sounds of the wall clocks ticking away, the wind coming through a slightly open window rustling papers; and then she the sound of footsteps - two sets of footsteps. Dawn quickly hid behind a large soft drink machine. Were they terrorists? Or two workers who somehow managed to avoid being taken hostage? Before moving into action, she had to be sure. In this she was aided when one of the objects of her attention spoke into his phone."Everything's quiet on the upper floor, Mr. Big." Just as he closed his phone, a female figure appeared from behind the coke machine.

      "I'm sorry to disappoint you boys," Dawn said as she aimed her pistols at the surprised men's heads, "but things aren't quite as quiet as you thought; but for you two, it soon will be." Two muffled sounds followed - 'pssst, pssst' - and both men fell to the floor. The beautiful blond stared down at their lifeless forms for a moment, then stepped over them and casually said to herself,"if our intelligence is correct, that should leave eleven more bad guys to deal with. I wonder how mom and Kate are doing?"

      The two female secret agents silently made their way up the stairway which led to the main lobby. Katherine suspected that that's where the hostages were probably being held and would, no doubt, be guarded by several armed men. When they reached the large, steel doors leading to the lobby, Katherine looked at her watch - it was 19:35. As she had stipulated in the briefing room, she wanted the station's power supply to be cut off at exactly 19:40. This would give her team approximately fifteen seconds of darkness before the emergency generators kicked in and restored the lights - fifteen seconds in which to rescue the hostages.

      Katherine turned to her youngest daughter and whispered,"I'm sorry you girls had to break the plans you had with your boyfriends tonight; but shit happens you know." (As she spoke, Katherine reached into her utility belt and took out a small amount of C-4 and began to place it in the space between the two doors).

      "Yes mother, I know. But Dawn and I seem to get a lot more of this *shit* than most other people, don't we? I mean, it's not like you ever asked us if we wanted to become secret agents did you? You just started training us from the day we could walk and that was that. How many girls in grade school have to do 200 push-ups, run three miles and shoot 50 rounds before breakfast? We were black belts before we even got our periods. You turned us into supergirls
      without even asking us if this is what we wanted to be." (Unlike anyone else who had has ever come into contact with her mother, Kate alone seemed not to be intimidated in her presence. Even her father and older sister would never dare speak to 'Big Momma' in this manner; but Kate wasn't afraid to - a fact that wasn't lost on Katherine).

      "We don't really have time to go into this in right now honey; we have *other* things to do. But I do want you to understand just how proud I am of the two of you. (She then took out a blasting cap and placed it in the C-4). You and your sister have taken the best I could throw at you. No man I've ever trained - and as a former Navy Seals drill instructor I've trained some of the very
      best - could have stood up to what I put you girls through. (Katherine now attached a detonator cord to the cap and started to unwind the wire as she and her daughter began to move a safe distance away from the doors).

      "Both you and Dawn are stronger, tougher, braver and more skilled than any man I've ever trained. Two months ago you and your sister singlehandedly took out one of the most notorious drug dealers in the world along with his private army of thirty men; you completely wiped them out. Do you think any four men could have done that? (They were now about twenty feet away from the doors and, to avoid the shock of the blast, hid around a corner). You girls are my pride and joy and I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am to have you with me on this mission. And as ironic as this may sound, for me - working side-by-side with you and Dawn this night - is a dream come true. By-the-way honey, you might want to cover up your ears now; things are going to get a bit loud in a few seconds...and keep your guns ready."

      Kate put her hands over her ears and thought about what her mother had just told her. Before she could respond, the lights went out and Katherine detonated the C-4. A loud explosion followed. The two females waited three seconds, then rushed through the blasted doors and entered the lobby; night goggles on and guns ready for action. The sudden darkness followed by the explosion stunned the men who were guarding the hostages (not to mention the hostages themselves), and that was all the advantage Katherine and her daughter needed.

      A brief, but wild, firefight followed with bullets flying all over the place while the hostages lay on the floor screaming in panic. When the generators started up and the lights came on again, six heavily armed men lay dead or dying while not a single one of the hostages - nor the women who rescued them - were harmed. "Good show guys," Dawn called out from the upper level. During the darkness while her mother and Kate were mowing down the men who were watching over the hostages, Dawn managed to take out the two that were guarding the main entrance to the complex. So counting the two that she had gunned down a few minutes earlier, that left only Mr. Big, his second-in-command and one other gunman to deal with; all of whom happened to be near the nuclear reactor when the shootout in the lobby took place.

      Big Momma looked down at the hostages who were still lying, petrified, on the floor. "You can all relax now," she said in a soft, pleasent voice,"you're safe. A squadron of Marines from Camp Pendleton will be arriving in a few minutes so please wait here for them while my girls and I tie up a few 'loose ends'." Katherine winked at her daughters and said,"let's go find Mr. Big, shall we?"

      "What the hell is going on?" Mr. Big shouted when the lights suddenly went
      out. Then came the loud explosion followed by sounds of gunfire and the three
      of them ducked for cover. Fifteen seconds later - when the lights came back on
      and the shooting stopped - they cautiously got up.

      "That sounded like someone was attaching us Mr. Big," his second-in-command
      said.

      "I figured that out by myself you idiot!" he screamed. "But attacked by who?"
      The leader of the terrorist gang reached for his phone and began calling his
      men. "Jake? Are you there?, Roger? Tom? Ralph? Damn it! Somebody answer me!"
      But every line he tried was silent...DEAD silent.

      Then he heard a female voice from behind him say,"I'm afraid that your men are
      - how shall I put this? - *unavailable* at the moment Mr. Big; and will be for
      quite some time." The huge man turned around and glared at the muscular woman
      facing him. She was flanked by two other females, smaller but no less fit (the
      three of them had taken their masks off, revealing to the remaining terrorists
      that they were being confronted by females). "Allow me to introduce myself. My
      name is Big Momma, and these girls are my associates - the ones who are about
      to take you down."

      Mr. Big was also flanked by his two remaining associates, each holding an
      AK-47 (a Kalashnikov assult rifle). After a moment of hesitation, both turned
      their guns on the women. But before they could get off a single round -
      'pssst, pssst' - Dawn and Kate put a 9mm bullet from their Berettas into each
      of their heads (just in case they weren't wearing kelvar bullet-proof vests).
      Then - as if on cue - both put the gun barrels up to their mouths and blew the
      smoke away.

      "That was tacky girls, very tacky," Katherine said, trying hard to supress a
      smile. Then she turned her attention back to the only one of the terrorist
      gang left alive. "Girls, Mr. Big is mine...all mine. So sit down and make
      yourselves comfy while I deal with this bastard." The mighty woman slowly
      began to approach the huge man with an evil smile of her face. "Come on tough
      guy, let's you and I settle this thing 'manno al womano'." Dawn and Kate sat
      down on the bodies of the two men they had just slain (well Katherine did say
      to make themselves comfy, didn't she?), and prepared to watch their mother and
      Mr. Big slug it out.

      Mr. Big didn't get his nickname for nothing. He stood six feet-six inches tall
      and weighed nearly 300 pounds; and he was built like a tank. So even though
      'Big Momma' at six foot-three and 230 pounds was large for a woman, she was
      dwarfed by her opponent. He was bigger, stronger and more powerful then she
      was - but was he a better fighter, was he tougher? "O.K. big boy," Katherine
      said as she boldly walked up to him,"let's see what you've got."

      He began by throwing a powerful punch at her which, had it have connected,
      would have floored most men; but the agile woman easily ducked under it.
      Katherine then drove her left fist deep into the pit of his stomach and
      quickly followed that with a solid right uppercut to his jaw. Seeing that he
      was momentarily stunned by the surprising strength of her punches, Katherine
      whirled around and landed a hard roundhouse kick to the side of Mr. Big's
      face. She then nailed him with another, and then another; all the time driving
      the large man backwards. WHAM! With her third kick to the head, Big Momma sent
      Mr. Big to the floor.

      As the stunned man was getting to his feet, Katherine looked over at her
      daughters and smiled, "well it looks like the old lady still has it, doesn't
      she?" Though not usually a show-off, Katherine then flexed her awesome, 17
      inch biceps for her daughters - seemingly unaware of the large, angry man
      closing in from behind her.

      Suddenly Kathering spun around and - CRACK! - slammed her right foot hard into Mr. Big's nose as he came within range; breaking it (she'd seen his reflection in a window - Big Momma seldom leaves anything to chance). WHACK! Another hard uppercut underneath his chin left Mr. Big's mid-section wide open. The powerful woman then launched a series of brutal lefts and rights into his stomach. Despite Mr. Big's great physical strength, Katherine's rock-hard fists were taking a serious toll on the larger man. After peppering his stomach with about a dozen solid punches, she nailed him again with a board-shattering kick to the jaw, sending the 300 pound terrorist flat on his back.

      "Way to go mom!" Dawn and Kate called out in unison, whereupon their mother smiled and gave them the 'thumbs up' sign.

      Katherine stood over the battered man with her hands on her hips. "Well Mr. Big, it seems like your little plan to extort a billion dollars from the government and terrorize all of Southern California has fallen apart, hasn't it? Your men are all in dead and you'll either be joining them soon or be spending the rest of your life in a padded cell; I haven't decided which yet. In the meantime, get up and let's fight some more - I'm afraid you've been somewhat of a disappointment so far."

      His men dead, his grand plan in ruins, his life destroyed (he knew that even if he did somehow manage to defeat this amazing woman - an unlikely prospect now - her daughters would gun him down); Mr. Big slowly rose from the floor. This woman and her two daughters had somehow managed - by themselves - to foil his *fool proof* plan, and now he felt he had only one option left. As stealthfully as he could, the large man reached behind him and began to pull out a knife - if he was going down, he could at least have the satisfaction of knowing he was taking this Amazon who brought him down with him.

      Gripping the handle firmly, the beaten man prepared to extract his final measure of revenge against a life of anger, bitterness and resentment. As he prepared to make one final charge at the woman standing in front of him, Mr. Big felt a sudden peace - a peace that only comes when one knows ones life is over. Holding the knife in his right hand, he surged forward.

      Ever alert, Katherine reached up and grabbed Mr. Big's right wrist with both of her hands as he tried to bring the blade down on her. A brief struggle ensued between the huge man and the equally powerful woman; a struggle literally of life and death. Amazingly, Katherine was able to keep Mr. Big's arm in mid-air. Then, in a perfectly executed judo maneuver, she pivoted to the side and flipped the huge man hard to the floor; forcing him to release the knife in the process.

      In desperation, Mr. Big pulled out another knife with his left hand. But before he could stab it into her, Katherine twisted his right arm in such a way that he rolled over - directly onto the blade of his second knife. As he struggled to breathe his last breaths, the dreaded leader of the terrorist gang looked up at the victorious woman standing over him. "You can join your friends in hell now Mr. Big," she said. Those were the last words he ever heard.

      A few seconds later the main doors to the complex burst open and a squadron of Marines, led by the base commander himself, entered the main building of the nuclear power plant. "Welcome guys," the mighty woman said as she greeted them,"you're right on time. But I'm sorry to inform you that all the fun is over."

      Epilogue: After the Fireworks

      Their mission accomplished, Katherine Nelson looked at her watch. It was a couple of minutes before 8:00 P.M., there was still time. She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. "It's still on, meet us at the appointed place in thirty minutes." She then turned to the Marine Corps commander who was standing near-by.

      "Is my Land Rover parked outside Colonel?"

      "Yes Big Momma, right in front of the building; exactly where you said to park it," he replied as he handed her back the keys.

      "Thank you. Our scuba gear is outside on the beach and Dawn's hang glider is on the roof. Please see to it that everything is returned to it's proper place on your base."

      "You can rest assured B.M. (only a few people did Katherine allow to call her that, the base commander of Camp Pendleton being one of them), it will be."

      "Very well then. The girls and I have a very important appointment to make so the de-briefing will have to wait until tomorrow." Then turning to her daughters, Katherine said,"grab your things and follow me."

      Dawn and Kate looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces. "Where are we going mother?" Kate asked."What about the de-briefing?"

      "Just do as I say...now!" Both Dawn and Kate knew that when their mother spoke to them in this tone of voice you did as she said. Still bewildered, they followed her outside and got into the SUV. A few minutes later they were racing south on highway I-5 towards San Diego...at over 100 miles an hour!

      "What's going on now mother? Dawn asked.

      "We've got something important to get to, (Katherine looked at her watch again) and we don't have much time. Now, here's a bag with some of your civies (military lingo for civilian clothes), please put them on." She tossed the bag of clothes into the seats behind her. When she noticed her daughters just staring at each other, Katherine said a bit more forcefully,"get out of those black bodysuits which stink of gunpowder and put on your clothes girls - we haven't got all day!" More confused than ever now, Dawn and Kate did as they were told.

      Twenty minutes later, Katherine exited the highway and drove into a large parking lot. "The Westfield Mall Mother?" Kate blurted out. "What the hell is going on?" Her question was answered when Katherine pulled up to the curb outside a large cinema complex and two familiar faces peered through the window of the SUV.

      "Did you boys manage to get the tickets to the movie?" Katherine asked as she rolled down the windows.

      "Yes Ms. Nelson," Brad smiled as Rick waved the tickets back and forth. "The late show starts in about an hour."

      "Well done! That'll give you all time to have dinner in the restaurant of your choice before the movie." Katherine reached into her purse, took out a $100 bill and handed it to Brad. Then, turning around to face her daughters who were still a bit stunned by what was going on, Big Momma Nelson said with mock sterness,"well, what are you girls waiting for? Get your butts out of my Land Rover and go on your date like you planned! I've got things to do tonight too you know (wink)."

      Katherine watched as Dawn and Kate got out of the vehicle and walked over to their boyfriends where they both received a well-deserved hug. Just before pulling away from the curb, she heard a knock on the side of her door. Looking up, Katherine saw the smiling, beautiful face of her youngest daughter.

      "Thanks mom," Kate said softly,"for everything you did for us...and I mean *everything*."

      The strong, tough, invincible woman reached out and pinched her daughter's nose. "You and your sister have a wonderful time tonight, you've certainly earned it." Katherine then quickly rolled up the window so Kate wouldn't see the tears that were forming in her eyes and pulled her SUV away.

      As she drove back to her home in Rancho Bernardo, Katherine 'Big Momma' Nelson felt on top of the world. The terrorist's plan had been stopped and the perpetrators wiped out, her daughters were out having a good time with their boyfriends and soon she'd be back in bed with her loving husband - picking up where they left off earlier in the day. As she parked her Land Rover in the garage, Katherine was greeted by Leonard's smiling face. She took him by the hand and led him back up to their bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor along the way. When they entered their bedroom, the mighty, naked Amazon lifted her husband up in her powerful arms and playfully tossed him halfway across the room. He landed on his back in the bed and three seconds later his awesome superwife jumped on top of him."O.K. honeybunch, now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

      Friday, June 26, 2009

      “Come on in,” starring Miss Claire Baxter

      by barrie125ca

      This one is my personal favorite - Tasha M.

      “Come on in,” Claire Baxter, C.O.I.L. Agent, said from the bathroom as she put on her robe.

      “I suppose I have to..” her voice trailed off as walked out into the large spacious main room of her suite.

      “You guys are worse than a bad itch I can’t scratch,” she said casually sitting down at her night table and picking up a nail file that she began using industriously.

      “You won’t have that problem much longer Miss Baxter!” one of them said.

      “Yah, we’re here to see to that!” the other added as they both advanced on the spy as her back was turned from them.

      They closed the distance in a matter of several steps, their meaty muscular arms reaching for a shoulder each when Claire dropped her nail file, her hands closing about the seat of the chair. In a flash the beauty brought both her sexy and equally lethal legs up and over the body, fully extended the edges of the slightly heeled slippers slammed into the thick brows of the two BODZ Squad assassins sending them careening back from where they’d advance, their arms flapping to keep them from going over on their asses. They stopped refocused their eyes just in time to see their opponent balancing in a hand stand on the top of the chair before pushing off, twisting in mid air and coming down to face them.

      “You’ll pay for that bitch,” one of them said.

      “And we’re the collection agency, the bills due now!” the other added as they both reached for the collars of the hotel uniforms.

      Simultaneously they pulled away their uniforms, the sound of Velcro ripping at the seams before tossing the now pile of rags away.

      “You travel light,” Claire quipped as she looked at their impressive bodies.

      They were hardened muscle from top to bottom, squared jawed Adonis’s, that given other circumstances she wouldn’t have minded a nights pleasure with. Chiselled ‘V’ shaped torso’s with washboard stomachs, arms full and ripped, the visible veins pumping with malice toward her, thick necks, legs of layered steel bands, oak tree trunks for thighs that filed down to steel bars for calves. They each wore a thong, one green, one red; they just contained the bulging packages each possessed and where now throbbing under their covering.

      “Is that a dumb bell in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” Claire smiled before adding.

      “It appears I’ve come a tad overdressed to this party, oh well, that’s easily fixed,” Claire said as she undid the tie of her silk robe and let the clinging garment slide off her body as slowly as gravity would allow. As the sheer fabric peeled away from the contours of the spy’s body it revealed the woman’s dangerous sexy body to her two admirers. Long flowing legs that swept up from unbelievably thin ankles through shapely eye distracting calves that danced about as she moved them up to firm full thighs of smooth skin that camouflaged the dangers that lay beneath the surface. Claire’s hips pulled inward to her thin waist, a look accentuated by her bikini cut panties, her stomach taut and toned, a masked steel curtain. The BODZ Squad assassins took this all in including her spectacular tits. Perfectly formed and tanned just a little to show of light rose coloured nipples, both her breast and her nipples were at full attention. Claire gave them a small shimmy of her torso to occupy their eyes and minds for a second, just long enough for her to strike.

      The nimble agent somersaulted forward outstretched her legs as she came out of her tuck and seized the tip of each assassins engorged cock with the underside of her soft toes and gently began a soft caressing contraction and release about them. Claire watched them fight and lose to the lustful pleasure she was delivering, their knees were buckling as they fought to stay on their feet. Within minutes their thongs were soaked in sweat as were their bodies, a pungent sexual perfume exploded in the air as Claire collapsed them to their knees before her.

      “So much muscle to unleash against me and yet so helpless under my simple touch all that corded, meticulously trained sinew yearning to get a hold on the female of the species. How were you planning to eliminate me boys, something erotically and exotically sexual I hope, the two of you about me pumping away as I lay helpless between your powerfully built physiques my reason lost to me in a sea of deadly pleasure,” Claire fantasised.

      As she spoke the spy ran her fingertips up the ridges of each BODZ Agents stomach before licking them slowly off the tips with a slow curl of her tongue.

      “Mmmm, you boys taste delicious,” she purred before releasing toes, swinging her legs up and crushing them into the sides of the heads of her mesmerised foes.

      Claire cart wheeled back over and to her feet gracefully as the two muscle hunks staggered to theirs holding their heads with their hands. The sexy spy twirled forward into the fray as the two assassins regained some of their composure but not enough to stop her withering onslaught. She leapt into the air splayed her legs and landed, her body straddled between the two hunks her legs resting on their broad beefy shoulders. Before they had time to react and dislodge Claire tipped over and inverted her body, as she went her hands formed into a knife blade as began striking the BODZ Agents. Her hands a blur Claire using the tips of her fingers struck lightly on the sides of their thick necks, the tops of shoulders and then under their arms, as she inverted the spy continued, quick bites to the sides of each stomach and to each of the muscled ridges of flesh on the washboard torso’s, before she bite down the legs ending in two pinpricks each to the Achilles tendons.

      The COIL agent neatly swung her back leg off the assassin in the red thong as he fell down stiff on his back she going with him and landing with her back on his hard stomach. Her free leg now holding the BODZ agent at a 45 degree angle above her with the flat of her foot.

      “The weapons in my arsenal are varied but all are effective even against muscled male assassins. Each of your Shakra Points has been struck by my blows, the manoeuvre called the Striking Cobra and as you can see the result is total body limpness except for one point and I don’t need anything special to keep that stiff do I boys,” Claire purred.

      The spy had the massive cock of the agent in the red thong trapped in the soft confines of her underarm, its throbbing rhythm music to her. She carefully removed her leg from the shoulder of the other BODZ agent, her foot tenderly and teasingly caressing his cheeks and neck before she worked her toes down is torso, the soft pads of her feet bouncing lightly over each ridge of his sculpted stomach until she closed around his thong.

      “It just wouldn’t be fair to leave you out of the action after all it was a threesome you two were desiring in the first place wasn’t it?” Claire teased as her toes stroked his prong.

      Claire’s toes coddled him a few more seconds before she released his pounding stem, coursed her leg softly around his hips and tantalisingly over his ass, her toes weaving into the sting of his thong.

      “I don’t want you slipping away on me baby,” Claire cooed before she forced his ass down and pushed up with her leg under his chest arching his body slightly so his huge erection sheaved inside his know tightened thong pressed against her wet panties.

      The spy started her motion, a slow sensuous stroke for the prize under her arm and a small circular grinding motion of her hips for the other. All three quickly hotted up as their skin rubbed and slithered about, Claire sandwiched between the two dripping in perspiration after several minutes, her scent washing onto her helpless aroused victims setting then even more aflame. Claire’s bronzed body glowed in heat as she increased the paced, her undulating body twisting madly as she rubbed the men against her their cocks pounding for release. She slipped her soft skin about the shaft, his probe twitching while her silk panties delivered a rubbing nightmare of pleasure.

      “Time to end the game boys,” Claire gasped, she was very close to orgasm herself.

      A new motion delivered the death blow to the encased worm under her arm, he exploded, lava spilling out in great bursts before slowing and oozing forth in a slow constant stream about her tits then draining of her curves and rushing down her abs! His eyes rolled back in his head and he was finished, another victim of erotic fatal femininity. Claire slipped her now free hand down the still trapped second BODZ Agent and into his belly button.

      “You never should have let me sharpen my nails you know. It allowed me to shape them into the body numbing unique strike points I needed, all except one nail that I filed with just you in mind,” she said sliding it into place.

      A few more frantic motions later she jammed the finger nail in further, the ancient technique killing him instantly.

      Claire moaned, her body quaked and she squirmed deliciously beneath him wringing every ounce of pleasure from his still hard member before she relaxed her body spent with the joy of victory and release before she freed herself from her former lovers.

      “Thanks boys you’ll never know the pleasure you brought me, I only hope there’s more you to come.”

      Wednesday, April 29, 2009

      Girls Will Be Girls

      by M.C.
      Two beautiful girls - with a very unusual secret.


      The sleek, black Apache attack helicopter skimmed over the waters of the Pacific Ocean on the dark, moonless night. Flying low to avoid possible detection by radar, it stealthfully approached the Mexican coast off Baja California, about 20 miles south of Tijuana. The pilot - a large, well built woman who was also the commander of a small, elite group of lethal fighters that she herself had trained - slowed down and began to hover about 20 feet above the water. Turning to the two female passengers seated behind her she said,"O.K. girls, we're two miles offshore. This is as close as we can get without being detected You know what your mission is and intelligence has given you all the information you should need. So put on your wetsuits and double-check your gear; the operation will begin in exactly five minutes."

      The two females, not quite as large nor as powerfully built as the pilot, but with hard, strong, athletic bodies nonetheless, put on their wetsuits and made a last minute check inside their special waterproof bags to see that they had everything they needed for the operation. Night goggles, a portable global positioning system (GPS), utility belts, cell phones, knives, four Beretta PX4 Storm, semi-automatic 9mm pistols with four extra magazines (each holding 17 rounds of ammunition), two canisters of tear gas and four hand grenades. Satisfied that everything was in order, Dawn - a large and very attractive blond - said,"we're all set and ready to go *Big Mamma*." Kate, her partner, - a slightly smaller but equally attractive brunette - nodded her head in agreement. "We're ready," she concurred.

      "Very well then," the pilot replied,"get ready to jump; and best of luck to the both of you... JUMP!" The two well conditioned, superbly athletic women leaped out of the helicopter, splashed into the cold, dark waters of the Pacific Ocean and began swimming towards the shore. "And may God be with you," the pilot said to herself as she watched them disappear into the night. She then turned the helicopter around and headed back to her secret military base on the North Island Naval Air Station in San Diego Bay to await word as to when - or if - she can return to pick them up.

      A Secret Compound on the coast of Baja California...

      The burley man looked out through the small window of the bunker. "Are all the guards of the night shift at their posts Raul?" he asked the equally large man standing next to him.

      "Si...yes," came the reply.

      "And are the day guards ready too, just in case we need them tonight?"

      "They are all sleeping with their guns, ready to fight at a moments notice should the need arise senior."

      "If the U.S. Government is going to move against us, then this would be the time. We're moving the drugs onto the fishing boats tomorrow morning and, if all goes well, by this time tomorrow they'll be spreading out over the Western United States; and we'll be very rich men."

      "Senior Thomas, we are in Mexico. The Americans have no jurisdiction here."

      "I know damn well where we are Raul! But that doesn't mean the CIA or some other organization won't send in a team of commandos or a Delta squadron to try and prevent the shipment from reaching California. This is the biggest haul I've ever made, and I want it to go perfectly; comprendas?"

      "Senior, we have 30 of the toughest, most experienced men money could buy guarding this compound. They're extremely well trained, expert shots and fearless. They all know what the stakes are and, like us, they also want to be rich. I feel very sorry for anyone who tries to take these hombres on tonight. And if something should happen, the police are only about 30 minutes away...and they're on *our* side (wink)."

      "Very well then Raul. I'm going downstairs to catch a few hours of sleep. If you should see or hear anything suspicious you're to wake me up immediately!" Robert Thomas, one of the largest drug dealers in all of North America, walked down the steps of the bunker and entered a small room. He looked at the large stack of neatly wrapped bags containing a white substance and smiled. "500 kilograms," he said to himself, "by far the biggest shipment I've ever made. If everything goes according to plan, by this time tomorrow we'll all be very rich indeed."

      Meanwhile, about 300 yards away...

      Dawn and Kate emerged from the water and walked onto the beach. After a two mile swim lugging their fairly heavy bags, even these superbly conditioned women needed to take a few minutes to rest and prepare themselves for the next stage of their operation. They sat down on the sand and slowly began to remove their wetsuits."So Dawn, will you go to the party this Friday night with Rick if asks you?" Kate asked her partner.

      "I don't know. He is kind of cute, but so immature. I mean, all he ever seems to want to talk about is sports."

      "Well that makes sense.You're both star athletes; you in track and swimming, and he in basketball. Sports is like your common denominator. I think once you get over this shyness thing you have with boys, you and Rick will be great together."

      "It's not just the shyness Kate. I don't get on well with boys because I'm a much better athlete than practically all of them; and I also don't believe in stroking a boy's ego by letting him beat me at something."

      "That may be true, but I notice that sometimes you ask for trouble. I mean, did you really have to beat Rick so badly in the school's one-on-one basketball tournament last week? He's the star of the basketball team; and you embarrassed him in front of almost the entire school."

      "Like I said Kate, I don't believe in stroking a boy's ego. It was the final and you know what a competitor I am; I really wanted to win. Is it my fault that I'm a better basketball player than Rick is?"

      "And what about when you beat up Steve Walters during lunch break a month ago?"

      "Steve was a big bully, always picking on the other students.(Steve stood six feet-four inches tall, weighed over 250 pounds and is their school's undefeated heavyweight wrestler). Since none of the teachers had the guts to deal with him, I felt I had to take matters into my own hands. And I didn't beat him up Kate, I just slapped him around a bit."

      "I heard he ran out of the lunch room crying."

      "That's because he's just a cry baby. He got off easy in my opinion. He deserved much worse but *Big Moma* doesn't want us to abuse the skills she taught us. Anyway, what about you? Are you going to the party with Brad?"

      "Yes, I am. He asked me this morning and I said yes."

      "Good for you Kate, that Brad's a real hunk."

      Their wetsuits off, the two girls dressed themselves in skintight black bodysuits (to avoid light reflection), strapped on their utility belts, rolled up their long, pretty hair into tight buns and put hairpins in them to keep the buns in place (Dawn's hairpin was unusually long for some reason). They then put black masks over their faces overwhich they placed their night goggles."Yes," Kate smiled,"I like Brad a lot, and I'm really glad he asked me to the party."

      Dawn and Kate then took the Berettas out of their bags (two guns for each girl), popped a magazine into each one and placed the other clips in a special part of their belts so that they can be grabbed and reloaded quickly. As they pulled back the levers of their guns - enabling a bullet to enter the chambers - Dawn smiled at her partner. "So Kate, are we ready to kick some serious ass tonight?"

      "Yes, let's do it!" With that, the two unusually young female secret agents began walking towards the compound and their confrontation with Mr. Robert Thomas and the private army of thugs.

      Just outside the compound...

      The two men on foot patrol guarding the perimeter of the compound stopped to gaze up at the stars. In this secluded area on a moonless night literally thousands of stars were visible to the naked eye. One of guards lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. He then handed it to his companion who also took a drag. "What do you plan to do with your money after this is all over Jose?"

      "Me? I'm going to take my money and buy a fancy car so I can pick up all the sexy senioritas in Tijuana. And you Pablo? What do you plan to do?" Jose never got an answer to his question. Because before Pablo could reply, two pair of surprisingly strong female hands reached out from the darkness, grabbed the unsuspecting guards by their throats and strangled them. Jose and Pablo died without making a sound.

      "Well that was easy, wasn't it Kate?" Dawn whispered.

      "Yes, it was. That's two down and about thirty more to go; give or take a few. So, you really think Brad is good for me? I really like him you know."

      "Yes Kate, I do. In fact I'd do him myself if the opportunity presented itself; but he seems to prefer you."

      "But what about you and Rick? Wouldn't it be great if we could double date this Friday night?"

      Showing sudden frustration with her partner, Dawn said,"we can talk about this later Kate. Right now we have a job to do, remember? And you do remember the plan, don't you?"

      Kate sighed. "Look Dawn, you may be my older sister, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. Of course I remember the plan."

      "I was just checking. There's no need to get all huffy about it. Big Momma taught me to always double check everything; that minimizes the possibilities of mistakes. And as your older sister, I am responsible for you on this mission."

      "Well big sis, for the record, I remember the plan. O.K.?"

      "Very well then," Dawn said as she looked at her watch. "You get as close to the gate as you can while I go around to the other side of the compound. We'll attack simultaneously in exactly three minutes; and good luck Kate." The two sisters gave each other a hug before Dawn slipped off into the darkness.

      The Attack...

      Kate approached the main entrance where the electrified fence surrounding the encampment was broken by the gate - it was the only way in or out of the compound. There were two more men guarding there. Because of the darkness and her all black bodysuit, she was able to get within thirty feet of the gate without the guards seeing her. Kate drew out the Berettas, aimed them at the guards and counted off the last several seconds to herself; 177...178...179...180! Then she opened fire. At the exact same instant, a loud explosion was heard coming from the opposit side of the compound. Their assult on the drug lord's secret hideout had begun.

      Kate put a 9mm bullet into each of the guard's heads so fast that they never knew what hit them and raced through the gate, while on the other side, Dawn blew open a large hole in the fence with a hand grenade. Both girls entered the compound firing. Trained in the use of firearms since they were small children, the two expert markswomen, aided by the darkness and their night goggles, quickly shot down everyone in sight. Their attack came so suddenly - and they shot with such accuracy - that by the time the guards on duty realized what was happening, most of them were either dead or dying..

      Their initial strike over, the girls quickly replaced the magazines in their guns and shifted to phase three of the operation (phase one being the elimination of the foot patrol, phase two, the surprise attack). Without a word spoken between them, Kate ran over to the building where their intelligence reported the guards of the day shift would be quartered while Dawn went to deal with the men guarding the bunker. On her way, she threw another hand grenade at the large fuel storage tank which supplied the base with gasoline for their vehicles setting off a huge explosion and starting a fire.

      Kate approached the building (killing two more guards on the way) and, with a powerful kick that only years of martial arts training could have given her, smashed in the large wooden door and began firing at anything inside that moved. Abruptly wakened by the sounds of shooting coming from outside (not to mention Dawn's hand grenades) some of the guards did have time to grab their automatic rifles by the time Kate entered; but they were either too stunned by the suddeness of her attack or too groggy from their slumber to get off even one single shot. With lethal accuracy Kate began to mow them down and, in just a few seconds, all the men inside the room were dead; all except one that is.

      "No shoot seniorita," the last one standing pleaded with his hands high up over his head. "Por pavor, no shoot." (Though there was only a dim light in the room, it was still enough for the lone survivor to make out Kate's finely shaped body - especially her large, firm breasts - a shape that could only belong to a female). Kate should have killed him without a moments hesition and then gone outside to help Dawn deal with the guards protecting the bunker; but for some strange reason she didn't. It could have been the look of sheer terror he had on his face as he stood before the girl that had just killed about twelve of his comrades. Or the fact that unarmed, he was no longer a threat to her. But most likely it was his youth that caused Kate to hesitate.

      "How old are you?" she yelled with her guns aimed at him. "Quantos anyos
      tiennes tu?"

      "I seventeen," he said in his broken English, trembling from head to toe."Please seniorita, no shoot me."

      With seconds she could ill afford to spare, Kate deliberated his fate. She should have killed him - he was, after all, working for one of the most notorious drug dealers in the world, and would no doubt have killed her were their situations reversed.. But for some reason Kate just couldn't pull the trigger.

      "Vamanos!" she screamed at him. "Get the hell out of here! And never, NEVER come back! Comprendas?" As she watched him run past her and out of the compound, Kate sighed and shook her head from side-to-side; then started running herself over to the bunker to assist her sister.

      While Kate was eliminating all (or most) of the day shift guards in their sleeping quarters, Dawn approached the bunker. Because of the darkness, the men protecting it couldn't see where she was coming from and shot wildly into the night. In doing so they revealed their positions, whereupon Dawn - thanks to her night goggles - was then easily able to train her Berettas on them. In less than a minute, the expert markswoman gunned down at least half a dozen men. Feeling themselves overwhelmed, the guards that remained retreated into the interior of the bunker. (The truth is that the guards had absolutely no idea how many men - a natural assumption - they were being attacked by. It was pitch dark, there was kaos and confusion all around and, with the speed and perfect execution of Dawn and Kate's assult, the defenders could be excused for thinking they were being confronted by an entire platoon of soldiers instead of just two girls).

      Once the guards had retreated inside the bunker, Dawn jumped up onto the roof, reached into her utility belt and took out a canister of tear gas. She reloaded her Berettas, shot a hole through a small air ventilator, pulled the pin of the canister and tossed it inside; then she waited. About half a minute later the door to the bunker burst open and the guards ran back outside - coughing as they wildly fired their automatic rifles all over the place in a desperate attempt to escape. From her vantage point on the roof, Dawn calmly gunned them all down. And after she had done so, an eerie silence fell over the compound.

      "Well done big sister," Kate said, smiling up at Dawn."How's the weather up there?"

      "Oh it's pretty yucky. I never did like the smell of tear gas you know. I couldn't help but noticed that one of *yours* got away Kate."

      "Naaa...I let him go. You should have seen the look on his face, he was scared shitless. And he was just seventeen years old; like me."

      Dawn sighed as she leaped down from the bunker. "That's not the type of attitude *Big Momma* would appreciate there kiddo. In our profession there's no room for compassion; in fact it's a liability. What say we wait until the gas dissipates, then go down and pay Mr. Robert Thomas a visit?"

      "Sounds good to me big sis," Kate said as she ejected a nearly empty magazine from her Beretta and popped in another. "So, what do you think I should wear to the party Friday night? I was thinking of that pretty new red dress that I bought at the mall last week, but I'm afraid Brad might think it's too showy."

      "Wear whatever you like Kate," Dawn said as she too replaced a magazine in her Beretta. "Just because I'm a year older than you are doesn't mean I have to dress you up too, does it?" (The tone of resentment in her voice prompted Kate to thinking).

      "Uuuh, who's being huffy now? Dawn, do you remember when you beat Rick in the finals of the one-on-one basketball tournament?"

      "Of course I remember; it was just last week. What's your point, Kate?"

      "Well after you beat him, he didn't get all bent out of shape like some macho chauvanist would have. If my memory serves me right, he even walked over to you and shook your hand after the match. And you didn't just beat him Dawn, you creamed him...and Rick's the leading scorer on the basketball team with a 17.5 point average. It must have been very embarrassing for him to get beaten by a girl in front of the whole school - but he took it in stride. Now to me that means Rick is a classy guy and maybe you should ask him to the party."

      The tall blond thought for a moment, then said,"the tear gas is almost gone. Let's put this conversation on hold and tie up the loose ends of this operation so we can go home."

      "Sure sis, anything to avoid the *difficult* things to do (wink)." Together, the two girls began to walk down the steps to the bottom of the bunker.

      When they reached the basement, Dawn and Kate found two large men gasping for breath - Raul and Robert Thomas."Hello there boys, I believe it's time to pay the piper." They then removed their masks, revealing to the men that it wasn't an army that brought them down, but two teenage girls. Foolishly, Raul tried to draw his pistol but Kate gunned him down before he even got it out of his holster. She then held the barrel up to her mouth and blew the smoke away."I've always wanted to do that," she giggled.

      That left the six foot-four inch, 240 pound Robert Thomas as the only man alive in the compound. "Are you going to shoot me too?" he asked, trying to come to terms with the fact that his international drug cartel worth hundreds of millions of dollars was just brought down by a couple of high school girls...in less than ten minutes!

      "I don't need a gun to finish you off," Dawn said as she holstered her Beretta. She reached up and removed the hairpin from her bun - allowing her long, beautiful blond hair to fall over her shoulders and halfway down her back."This will be sufficient." She placed the hairpin on a table directly in front of the huge man and smiled. "I'm ready whenever you are, Mr. Thomas."

      For a few seconds there was absolute silence, then the drug lord lunged at the much smaller 18 year-old girl. Quick as a wink, Dawn reached down and grabbed the hairpin and stuck it deep into the drug lord's throat before he could get to her. With his windpipe slashed, the once powerful man staggared backwards and collapsed against his huge stack of cocaine (poetic justice the girls thought). And as he struggled for his last breaths, Dawn calmly wiped the blood off her hairpin with a tissue, rolled her hair up into a bun again and put the pin back to keep her hair in place.

      "You'll have to teach me that one sis," Kate laughed. Then, arm in arm, the two sisters began to make their way back up the stairs. When they reached the top, Kate took out one of her hand grenades, pulled the pin and casually tossed it back over her shoulder. It rolled down the stairs and, five seconds later, there was an explosion which destroyed not only the bunker, but the 500 kilograms of cocaine too.

      "Well, I guess we'd better call *Big Mamma* and tell her to come and fetch us," Dawn said as she took out her cell phone. "Star Twins to Big Momma, Star Twins to Big Momma, do you read?"

      "Big Momma here. What's your status Star Twins?"

      "Mission accomplished. No casualities. We're ready to be picked up."

      "Copy that. Just sit tight girls and don't let your guard down. I'll be there in twenty minutes." (Although usually a tough, no nonsense woman, Dawn could clearly hear the relief in Big Momma's voice).

      "O.K. (short pause)...and mother, could you please tell daddy that Kate and I are all right. I'm sure he must be very worried about us."

      "Will do honey. And off the record, I'm very proud of the both of you; VERY proud. No mother could be prouder of her daughters."

      "You taught us well mother."

      "Copy that. See you girls soon. Over and out."

      As Dawn and Kate sat down and waited for their mother to arrive, they surveyed the scene around them; each lost in her own thoughts. Everywhere they looked they saw the bodies of guards they had killed and burning buildings (when Dawn blew up the fuel storage tank, she ignited a fire that soon engulfed almost the entire compound). Except for the boy Kate allowed to escape, not a single man survived their assult - thirty rough, tough men, slain by two teenage
      girls. Fire was also billowing out of the bunker, sending millions of dollars worth of cocaine up in smoke. The stentch of death and destruction was everywhere. In just ten minutes, these two high school girls managed to wipe out one of the largest illegal drug operations in the Western Hemisphere.

      After a few minutes of silence, Kate looked over at her sister and said,"you know Dawn, I think I will wear the red dress to the party Friday night after all. I think Brad will like me in it."

      Epilogue: The following morning on their way to school.

      "Dawn, Kate, wait up!" The two girls stopped walking when they heard the familiar voices behind them calling out their names.

      "Well, if it isn't Brad and Rick," Dawn said as she and Kate greeted their neighbors with a smile."What's up guys?"

      "Oh not much Dawn," Rick replied."Did you happen to see the basketball game last night? The Lakers pulled it out in the last seconds. It was fantastic!"

      "Err...no, I didn't Rick (Dawn looked over at her younger sister and rolled her eyes; Kate responded with a giggle). Kate and I were...well, let's just say we had some other things to do last night."

      "Yea, where were you Kate?" Brad asked. "I tried to call you you until almost midnight but all I got was your answering machine."

      "Like Dawn said Brad, we had some *business* to attend to and got back too late to return your calls. I'm really sorry about that."

      "Business? That sounds like a euphemism for shopping. I'll bet you girls were at the mall last night, shopping until it closed," Rick said with a laugh.

      "I'm sure that's where they were Rick," Brad grinned."You know the old saying, 'girls will be girls'.."

      Kate took Brad's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You boys sure seem to have our number, don't you?" She then jabbed her elbow into Dawn's side and, in that almost telepathic way that only identical twins and close siblings can understand, transfered a message to her older sister.

      "Err...Rick," Dawn began with an awkwardness that was quite uncharacteristic of her (ironic as this might seem, the beautiful blond would probably prefer to face thirty tough, armed men in a fight than the boy from across the street),"do you by any chance have a date for the party this Friday night?"

      "Uh...no Dawn, as a matter of fact I don't."

      After another jab from Kate, Dawn forced a smile and said,"well in that case, would you...ah, would you like to go with me?"

      "Why yes Dawn, I would. That would be great!"

      Dawn took Rick by the hand and flashed him her prettiest smile - a natural smile this time. "So it doesn't bother you that I kicked your ass in the finals of the school's one-on-one basketball tournament last week?" (Kate frowned at the tactlessness of her sister's question).

      "Actually, it did for a while Dawn. But the truth is you did beat me fair and square. I've never seen anybody move like you do on a basketball court. So fast, so fluid; and you never miss a shot! What I'd like now is a rematch."

      "Anytime Ricky boy, anytime." This time it was Dawn who jabbed her elbow into Kate.

      "So, how did the shopping go last night Kate?" Brad asked the beautiful brunette he'd had a crush on for several years now.

      Kate squeezed his hand tighter and smiled,"it went great! I bought the prettiest red dress, and I'm going to wear it for the party Friday night." The two sisters looked at each other and began to giggle.

      "What's so funny Kate?" Brad asked.

      The beautiful brunette squeezed his hand tighter still (even though Brad was quite strong and much larger than Kate, he began to wince from the strength of her grip)."Perhaps someday I'll tell you sweetie pie." Then she added with a laugh,"if you're a good boy that is...and my big sister and even bigger mother let me." Hand-in-hand, the four of them resumed walking to school. "Yes," Kate said to herself,"girls will indeed be girls."