Message-ID: <21222asstr$942588601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: LordShon@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <0.fb7a24c3.255d7783@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Battle of the Heroines by Shon Richards Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 09:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin <1st attachment, "BATTLE~1.TXT" begin> This story is part 1 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 1 By Shon Richards The office of Dr. Handever, New York, New York Kiko was the daughter of a wealthy Japanese-American, something that interested her Psychiatrist, Doctor Handever, greatly. Wealthy parents always make fucked up kids, and that means lots of money spent in therapy. Doctor Handever had dreams of buying his second yacht form the therapy Kiko would need, but once he heard her story, he changed his plans. He would buy a whole fucking fleet of yachts. Apparently Kiko's father, Mr. Yugokumach, wanted a son instead of a daughter. That's a normal condition but where Mr. Yugokumach went the extra distance to the loony farm was when he insisted his daughter become a Ninja. He wanted a Ninja to protect the family business and to go on odd missions and outright criminal acts on the whim of Yugokumach desires. This too, was not that unusual. Dr. Handever dealt with crazy shit like that all the time. What really made Kiko a basket case was where her father attained his information on Ninjas. He got it the same way most Americans did, he read about them in comic books. Using comics as his guide, he had Kiko trained in the arts of combat, escape, theft and looking good in spandex. Real good in spandex as the doctor noted. Kiko was trained and surgically altered to resemble a certain female Ninja from the popular X-Men comic books; right down to adding implants to give her breast that zero gravity look. "Oh yes," Doctor Handever said to himself. "Raised to be like a comic book character by her psychotic father, Kiko will keep me in business for years!" Better yet, there was no end to her father's crazy ideas. The father once read that matadors abstained from combat the night before a fight, so he expanded on the idea. He declared that Kiko shouldn't have sex, ever. This was of course futile, Kiko was twenty-one, trained in various techniques in stealth and combat as well as being horny as hell. She had even allowed herself to be captured several times just so she could be 'molested' by her enemies. Then she usually escaped and killed them. This just pissed her father off. He caught on that his little girl was a slut, and tried various methods to stop her. She seduced the chaperones he gave her, stole what she wanted whenever he cut off her allowance and often sneaked out at night to go pick up men. Mr. Yugokumach had created the perfect Ninja Nymphomaniac and now he expected Dr. Handever to somehow treat her and make her more reasonable. "Yeah, like being forced to dress and look like a busty Ninja and be celibate until you turn twenty-five and receive your trust fund is a sane option for anybody," the doctor mused. Dr. Handever had plenty of time to think about this case because at the moment he was tied spread-eagle on his table. Kiko had proved remarkably resistant to any therapy, as well as being amazingly stubborn about wanting to fuck the good doctor. After a devastating kick to his back, Dr. Handever awoke to find himself naked and tied. He might have complained, but Kiko was sucking his cock so he used the time to think about her case. He also took the time to admire her attire. She was forced to swear a spandex one piece swimsuit that clung to the Asian beauty's charms. This swimsuit was purple, as were her long gloves, leather boots and assorted ribbons on her thighs and arms. She might have looked silly if she didn't look so damn gorgeous. Her breasts were huge, and barely contained by the flimsy swimsuit. He could feel her lovely breasts every time her head moved down to suck him, and he thanked God that Mr. Yugokumach had such excellent skills in creating such a Ninja Slut. "Good, you're awake," Kiko said as she pushed her long black hair out of her face. The hair easily reached down to her ass. "Umm Kiko," the doctor half heartedly tried to say. "Are you sure you want to do this? Having sex with your therapist might harm your treatment." "In case you hadn't noticed," Kiko said as she pumped the doctor's cock with her gloved hand. "I'm not the crazy one, it's my damn father and his Ninja obsession." "Ok, you convinced me, fuck my brains out," the doctor said as he gave in his lucky situation. Kiko climbed on top of the table and was prepared to do just that. As she began to unsnap her swimsuit, her Ninja trained hearing detected something odd from outside the window. This concerned her as they were seventeen stories up. Kiko rolled off the prone doctor just as the wall exploded outward. She hit the ground in a roll and watched as five flying devices the size of basketballs flew in the smoking hole. The devices appeared to have no means of flight, they were just plain balls that levitated in the air. They approached Kiko slowly, humming menacingly. "What the fuck?" Dr. Handever screamed as he struggled uselessly on his desk. Kiko knew her knots to well for the doctor to ever escape on his own. Kiko was ignoring the doctor, the balls were coming closer to her defensive position. She didn't know what they were, but usually things that blew up walls were dangerous in Kiko's book. As the first one came foolishly close, she kicked out with all her might. This was Kiko's deadliest move, guaranteed to kill something. As soon as she kicked it, she tried to swing a deadly punch at another ball. This was when she found out something was terribly wrong. When she kicked the one ball, her foot sank harmlessly into it, but the ball sealed after her booted foot. Now she had a flying ball that had a concrete hold on her foot and she had no idea how to get it off. As she hobbled around, struggling in vain against the flying power of the ball, the other balls swooped in. One ball encase her other foot and there was one ball around each of her hands. Her fingers were frozen as soon as they entered a ball, almost as if they were encased in stone. Unable to maintain her balance, she would have fallen if the balls hadn't have levitated her entire body off the ground. Kiko looked at horror at her dilemma, and that's when she saw there was one ball left. The balls on her feet spread her legs apart, despite the terrible tensing of Kiko's awesome leg muscles. The fifth ball hovered between her legs, and then slowly pressed itself against her twisting crotch. Kiko's eyes widened in shock as the pliable material molded itself into her, easily destroying the crotch of her swimsuit. Thoughts of evil implements came to her mind, but instead of the horrors Kiko imagined, the ball did something stranger. It formed a perfect phallus inside her, the outer shell of the ball still sphere-like. It looked like she was trying to suck a basketball through her pussy. Just when things couldn't get odder, the vibrations began. Kiko shuddered as this perfectly molded, perfectly hard phallus vibrated inside her nympho sex. She immediately forgot about the doctor and the fact that she was being carried, this was the best fuck she had ever received from a machine. Used to sneaking fucks from weak men, Kiko moaned as she received the ultimate in rock hard fucking. Not even her Yoga trained muscles could resist the undeniable power of the device. She was impaled on this strange machine and as the vibrations covered her entire sex, she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. Kiko was enjoying her first orgasm right as the five balls carried her outside the building. Dr. Handever was still in a state of shock; he had just witnessed his patient being kidnapped and assaulted by flying weird things. Worse, he was still tied to the table butt-naked. He wasn't sure how he could spin this in a positive light to Kiko's father. His dreams of owning a fleet of yachts vanished as he felt the spit from Kiko's blowjob drying on his flagging cock. Flying at incredible speeds through the sky, Kiko was oblivious to what was happening. She gave in to the solid pleasure between her legs as they approached an ominous looking Flying Saucer. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she rode one orgasm after another, so she didn't notice when her body was dropped into a small cell. After two hours of this perfect vibrating fit in her pussy, Kiko fell asleep as the vibrations finally stopped. "That's one down," Valthor said as he watched Kiko fall asleep. "Now I must track down the rest of the contestants..." The Lost City of the Vanished Ones, Somewhere in Australia Flora Craft was in a piss-poor mood. She still had a hangover from the party last night, her plane had crashed, she was low on ammo for her twin Magnums, and her body was sore from having to jump and climb the ravine all morning. She had to shoot several animals native to the area, but that sort of strange wildlife was usually a good sign that there was a mystic artifact in the area. Flora tried to take heart from that, she desperately needed to find the Obsidian Hammer before the end of the month, there were bills to pay. In fact, there was a ton of bills to pay. Flora was a famous archeologist but she was also a hard drinker and a party animal. Her parents disowned her after that thirty man orgy in the library, and Flora has had to make due with providing her own means of support. Sure, she always made a fortune when she discovered yet another lost artifact from Atlantis, but that money disappears quick when Flora decides she wants to fill her swimming pool with only the best champagne. All the studs she kept on hire weren't cheap either. Flora preferred her sex to be hard and simple, it was easier for her to keep a stable than to actually put up with the shit involved in a relationship. Living with the pressure of finding the next big artifact before the bank repossessed her mansion had taken it's toll on Flora. It had transformed the archeologist into something of a thug. There were various historians that would shoot her on sight because of her method of blowing down temple walls and riding dirt bikes through dig sites in order to get to the treasure quicker. Details like right of ownership, customs and human life were things Flora had no time to consider. An arsenal of weapons in her backpack, a sharp English accent and a tendency to blow away anything that blinked solved most of Flora's problems. Today was no different. Flora was in another hurry, and that meant her guns were ready and her teeth grinding in irritation. She still looked sexy though, Flora was pretty vain that way. She wore a tight green tanktop that showed her enormous natural bust to it's best advantage. Flora also wore simple khaki shorts for the same reason. If she was born rich, smart and beautiful, why the fuck should she hide it? Black sunglasses completed her look; with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, people knew they were dealing with a serious badass. Flora slid down the crumbling the ramp to the strange floating plateau ahead of her. Right as she reached the edge of the ramp, darts, a boulder and three rapid monkeys came flying at her. She jumped from the ramp, and barely caught the plateau surface. She climbed up, the muscles on her arms and back straining under her green tanktop. Whipping out her guns, she perforated the monkeys with hot lead, performed a dazzling side jump and avoided the rolling boulder and then tucked into a roll and avoided the thirty firing darts. It was a typical day for Flora Craft. Flora holstered her weapons and headed casually to the bridge on the other side of the plateau. As she neared it, a bright flash of red light struck out from behind her. It wasn't aimed at Flora but she did a side roll to avoid it anyway. The flash struck the bridge and completely destroyed it. There was no way off the plateau now! Flora's guns were back out, she could draw her guns almost as fast as she could throw down a shot glass. She looked at the source of the beam and saw an odd sight; odd even for Flora. It was a hovering cube, about eight feet wide and tall. Completely transparent, Flora could see tiny circuitry weaving all through the sides of the box. It appeared to be hollow and flying on it's own with no visible means of propulsion. It spun around, and came right for Flora. She didn't know what it was, but Flora gave it the same treatment she gave all unusual objects that could move. She fired her guns at it, and emptied two entire clips into the strange cube. There was no effect, the bullets bounced harmlessly off the transparent cube. Before Flora could switch weapons, two small beams fired from the cube, and hit her guns. Flora braced herself for impact, the beams were too quick to dodge. To her surprise, nothing happened. At first. Running around the cube, Flora kept firing. Within seconds, the guns became red hot, and Flora dropped them in pain and surprise. Somehow the weapons had become superheated, and she just barely managed to throw them away before they exploded! Flora gritted her teeth, those guns cost a fortune to replace! She pulled her rifle from around her shoulders, and again twin beams fired from the cube. Once they hit her rifle, Flora only had three seconds before the rifle exploded too. The same thing happened when she pulled her grenade launcher, her Desert Eagle and even her harpoon gun. In less than a minute, Flora had pulled all of her weapons, and the cube had destroyed them all. She braced herself, looking for some sort of escape. What would the strange cube do now? A single beam struck out at her, a blue beam this time. Flora tried to dodge, but the cube was too quick even for her speedy reflexes. When the beam struck her right on the chest, she was relieved to not have felt a thing. Relief only lasted for three seconds because her shirt began to heat up as well! Flora tugged at her shirt as it caught fire, and ripped her top off just in time to avoid a rather embarrassing burn. "Bloody piece of shit burned my lucky shirt!" Flora screamed to no one in particular. Engulfed in her blood rage, Flora charged the cube. The English raider of tombs didn't really have a plan, but she did have a lot of confidence in herself. Launching herself with her powerful legs, she hoped maybe her sheer mass could send the cube flying. She had hoped to knock the cube over the plateau, so she was pretty surprised to see the cube open up right as she was in midair. Unable to stop herself in midair, Flora crashed inside the cube, HARD. The wind was knocked out of her, and when she fell back. The cube had already closed behind her. She crumbled to the floor, and caught her breath. Weaponless, topless and still hung over, Flora didn't even want to think about what could happen next. Keeping with the theme for the day, Flora had only to wait three seconds. The cube contracted, the transparent sides shrinking down around Flora. She tried in vain to stop the sides with her arms but it was no use. The cube shrunk down to barely six feet tall, two feet wide and two feet deep. Flora's arms were trapped by her sides and her bare breasts were pressed almost flat by the glass side. The English beauty screamed as she imagined her demise. Of course, that didn't happen. Invisible gas filled the cube, and Flora's scream ended as she fell asleep. Still standing upright because of the confines of the cube, her body was whisked into the sky, back to the spaceship from which it came. Valthor admired her generous bust pressed in glass as the entire cube settled into another bare cell. "Two down and both of them harmless," laughed Valthor as he looked for his next target. Moon Valley, Somewhere in California, Muffy, also known as The Chosen One, also known as The Werewolf Slayer, was having her usual Friday night at the city park. Because the city of Moon Valley was located on the Devil's Gate, the whole town was a magic breeding ground for monsters. Instead of hanging out with her friends like a normal eighteen year old, Muffy was hunting stray werewolves all night long. It was her destiny, it was what she was born to do, and she hated every minute of it. Plus, it meant she had to spend long hours waiting for an attack, like she was tonight. Ok, not every minute. Muffy was glad that being the Chosen One meant she had a killer body with shoulder length blonde hair and very shapely legs. She also was appreciative of the way she could heal almost instantly from any injury. That meant that any claw marks, black eyes and popped pimples were gone in five minutes. Being the Werewolf Slayer meant she got to kick butt as pretty as a picture. Being the Chosen One also meant your love life was hopelessly fucked. Muffy discovered that every time she fought, she got extremely horny. Her Mentor told her it had something to do with the hormones in her body, but all Muffy knew was that every fight caused her to run home and masturbate like mad. She had taken to wearing tight jeans simply because she loved the feel of the tightness against her crotch. No wonder her boyfriend Cherub had such an impact on her. "Oh, Cherub" Muffy sighed. Cherub was the one bright point in her life, and her greatest frustration. A Werewolf who had managed to overcome his bloodlust, Cherub had rescued Muffy and her friends several times as well as being so damned handsome. When Cherub and Muffy had their first sexual encounter, it was so fantastic, it sent Cherub back into a blood rage, one that lasted for several months until Muffy's friend Ashe was able to cast the right spell to turn him back. Now they can only have sex half of the month; the week before and after the full moon was off limits. So for half the month, Muffy has marathon sex and for the other half, she wears down her never ending supply of dildos her friend Sanders makes in woodshop class. "Damn it," Muffy cursed as she kicked down a park bench with her superior strength. "It's not fair! Ashe has sex with her Vampire boyfriend, Ozzie, all the time! Sanders, her loser male friend even got laid when he was dating Ophelia! Fuck, even my Mentor got lucky with my Mom when they fell under that youth spell! Why can't I have a normal sex life!" The park was silent with an answer. Muffy replaced the park bench where it belonged and sat down in a slump. Just once, Muffy wanted to have a real good fuck without worrying about sending her boyfriend into a metamorphosis. As she wished upon a full moon, Muffy heard an unusual noise. It sounded like a bat being swung around, over and over. Muffy jumped to her feet, for it sounded like the swinging noise was coming closer. In fact, it sounded like it was multiplying, and increased numbers were never a good thing as far as the Werewolf Slayer was concerned. She saw them as they approached, and Muffy knew she had seen them somewhere before. They each looked like they were four feet long, and resembled metal pipes. On each end were a round ball that glittered in the moonlight. The sticks were rotating in midair, hovering without any means of doing so. They swooped in out of the sky and surrounded the confused Muffy. "Now I recognize them," Muffy muttered. "They look just like lines in geometry class. They even have the round bits that look like points. Wouldn't Mr. Ifland be proud of me for learning something in his class!" Actually, Mr. Ifland would have been pissed. A ray ending in two points is a segment, not a line. It was a shame Mr. Ifland wasn't there, because he would have been pleased to see the segments spin into Muffy and deliver a painful blow to her ass. Mr. Ifland was just perverted that way. Muffy jumped as the first painful segment spanked her ass. The tight jeans she wore did nothing to soften the blow. When she spun to face her attacker, another segment flew in and clobbered her in the head. Reeling and healing from the blow at the same time, Muffy stumbled into the path of all four segments as they popped the shit out of her. Each blow was timed to keep her off balance, and each blow hit just hard enough to sting but not cause her any harm. Enraged, Muffy lashed out with her hands and with kicks. All her strength was useless, as the segments spun with her punches, preventing her from really connecting. Moving even faster, Muffy tried to fight her way away from the segments, but they just kept following her. Finally, she stumbled, and then the segments performed their next function. One of the segments flew right into Muffy's knees, and then released tiny metallic cords that bound her knees to the segment. Confused, Muffy fell to the ground where another segment did the same trick with the metallic cords to one of her elbows. The segment then struggled against Muffy's strength as it tried to get behind her back. Muffy almost prevented it, but the two other segments began hitting her on the chest, knocking the wind from her. As her arm went limp, the segment spun behind her, and lashed her other elbow with it's tiny unbreakable cords. Now Muffy was bound at her knees and with her elbows behind her back. The third segment then attached itself to the other two already on Muffy. With the third segment locked to the others behind her, Muffy was unable to move her legs or arms without falling on her face. Muffy tried to stand, but the segments then levitated. Muffy struggled against the unyielding segments, but it was no use. She had forgotten about the fourth segment until she saw it hover in front of her. She watched as it moved down between her legs and attached one end of itself to the middle of the segment on her knees. Then the segment shortened until it fit snug at her crotch. Muffy watched as the round end changed shape into something Muffy was very familiar with-- a metallic dildo! Muffy screamed as she watched the dildo squirt a liquid at her pants crotch. The powerful acid ate at the nonliving material of her pants and panties but didn't harm Muffy's sex at all. Of course, Muffy didn't know this and screamed even louder as she thought of horrible mutilations. When she felt the acid turn into a soft foam as it touched her skin, she almost relaxed. That was when the dildo plunged into her blonde pussy. Hanging in the air, Muffy struggled against the segments as the dildo pushed it's way into her sex. She was already horny from her hormones and the fight, the dildo just gave her what her body had been begging for. She twisted and turned, but she was stuck, and the segment telescoped in and out of her, fucking her with ease. Within a minute, Muffy's screams turned into moans as her orgasm hit, the first orgasm she had enjoyed this entire week that didn't involve her hand. "God I needed that," Muffy moaned, a little ashamed of herself. Cherub had been off-limits for seven days now, and Muffy missed every second that she couldn't have him. The dildo wasn't finished with her as it plunged back into Muffy. The glow of her first orgasm was replaced with the need for more cock in her pussy, a need that was being wonderfully fulfilled. The Chosen One's hormones were usually perfect for her needs. As she became more afraid, or angry, more hormones would pump into her body. The side-effect of being horny was not usually a problem. Muffy had more than enough strength to fend off sexual attacks. These segments were unique however, for the first time, a Werewolf Slayer was bound by something she couldn't break. Because she couldn't break them, her hormones increased in a futile attempt to escape. This only hampered Muffy as it made her even more sexually hungry, which the fourth segment happily feed. It was a perfect feedback loop, not only was she bound, but she was distracted by the best possible fucking a Slayer could receive. Muffy moaned as the segments carried her into the night. She was still struggling, but with the dildo segment attached to the segment at her knees, the struggling only made the dildo behave in more wild permutations. Muffy lost track of her orgasms, lost track of where she was, and lost all sense of who she was as her bondage gave her exquisite pleasure. The segments carried their hostage into the spaceship. In the same hallway with the other prisoners, Muffy was dropped into a bare cell. She was exhausted from her battle, flight and fuckfest, so it only took the slightest of sleep gases to put her away. "One last prisoner and I can begin," Valthor said to his robot crew. He was undecided on his next target though. He wanted someone beautiful yet deadly. There were a few female wrestlers and actresses who were tough and gorgeous, but none of them had actually killed someone like the vixens he had captured already. The Master of the Ship searched the database on Earth, looking for someone who could compete with his collection of violent women. He couldn't find anyone alive who was suitable, but the database kept turning up one name over and over again. Ages ago, in a time of legends, there was Zena, the Warrior Princess. From what he read, Zena was one major class bitch, leader of armies, slayer of monsters and defender of the helpless. Plus, she had a great chest and silky black hair. It was debatable on which was more important to the Valthor. He gave orders to his ship, and supervised as they prepared for the Time-Jump. Sure, it was extreme to time travel for some pussy, but this was first class pussy. Pussy from ancient times usually knew ancient sex tricks that were lost to modern people. Plus, what was the point of being able to time travel if you never used it? The Road to Thebes, Ancient Greece, Zena, Warrior Princess, was riding her horse a good distance ahead of her traveling companions. Clad in her brown leather armor, with her long black hair blowing in the wind, Zena was quite a beauty. Too bad her thoughts were all murderous. "If Fabrielle tries one more time to explain why my spirit is doomed for eternity, I'll shove that staff where she hasn't put it in a long time!" Zena muttered to her horse. "Ever since we returned from India, Fabrielle has changed completely. Instead of living a perfectly happy lesbian lifestyle, all she talks about now is how sexuality is adverse to spirituality!" "I don't ask for much, do I?" she asked her horse. "After a long day of fighting evil soldiers is it too much to ask for that I want my back rubbed and my pussy eaten? What happened to the old Fabrielle who would let me tie her up and spank her with my scabbard? Where did the old Fabrielle go that would scream as I stuck her staff up her ass?" The horse didn't have any answers, and Zena sulked. After two months of Fabrielle's new found celibacy, Zena was starting to get desperate. Even Poxer, the idiot fighter they kept around for laughs was starting to look sexy. Zena longed for the days when she was the evil leader of a band of raiders, roaming the country side for their next piece of ass. A roaring sound snapped Zena to attention. Thanking the Gods that there may be some sort of danger to distract her, she urged her horse off the road to investigate. She pushed into the trees, looking for the source of that ominous sound. Coming to a small clearing, she dismounted and drew her sword. Whenever odd things happened to Zena, if usually involved the Gods, as well as a lot of teeth. A triangle floated before Zena, about three feet on all sides. It reeked of magic, and Zena was cautious as she approached. It didn't move or attack, it just floated there, making that awful noise that sounded like a Titan bellowing. Zena kept her sword drawn although she wished she could cover her ears. "By the Gods, it's loud!" Zena screamed. Wishing there was a way to stop the racket, Zena carefully touched the triangle, looking for a lever or maybe a knob. For a Greek Warrior, Zena had far too much experience with magic and pseudo technology. When she touched the triangle, the noise instantly stopped and Zena relaxed. That was her second mistake, for the triangle melted under her hand and reformed around her wrist. As Zena's blue eyes widened with shock, the triangle split into three equal triangles. She swung her sword at the triangle around her wrist, but the metal was tougher than any she had seen before. The triangle around her wrist was also strong enough to keep her hand pinned, and no amount of shaking could make it move from it's floating position. Zena watched as the other two triangles flew behind her. One of them came for her other wrist, and she tried to parry it off as best she could. While she was busy defending herself from the one at her wrist, the third triangle locked itself easily around her ankles. Zena cursed in anger, and tried one of her dazzling jumps to break free, but the triangle was too strong. Instead, she just ended up straining her ankles, and forgetting about the second triangle that snapped around her free arm. Too proud to yell for help, Zena grunted as she strained her magnificent body to no avail. The triangles started to move, taking her limbs with them. They moved behind her and reformed their original formation, a single triangle. Zena's knees bent backward as her ankles and wrists were placed painfully together. Her bust was almost popping out of her armored cleavage, not that Fabrielle would care, Zena thought ruefully. The triangle lifted Zena to the sky, carrying her painfully in her awkward position. Zena couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the spaceship, it defied everything she could understand. It was a mercy that the cell she was dropped into was quickly filled with sleeping gas. The proud Warrior Princess had had enough shocks for one day. "Now, the games can begin," Valthor laughed in the safety of his control room. To be continued, This story is part 2 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 2 By Shon Richards Valthor, Master of a Thousand Wives, rechecked everything before he woke his captives up. These were four of the most dangerous and sexiest women that Earth had to offer, he knew he needed to be careful. First he made sure they all were infected with the Universal Translation virus so that everyone would know what the others were saying. Second, he made sure they were all wearing the special slave cuffs on their ankles and wrists. This would allow him to instantly bind anyone who gave him trouble with a press of a button. Third, he made sure all the subdermal implants had been installed. Buried microscopically under the skin, these implants would feed him data on their condition as well as allow him to manipulate their sexual awareness as needed. When he was convinced that they were ready, he ordered his robots to release the Stimulation Gas. Valthor made sure that his seven foot tall, purple skinned and extremely muscular body was the first things his captives saw. Valthor even wore his loincloth today, so that they can admire his powerful body. His vanity knew no bounds, but he still kept his Shapes of Bondage nearby. These women were too lethal to be taken lightly. The women woke up slowly, each in a separate but transparent glass cell. Flora reflexively crossed her arms to hide her nudity, but her chest was too big to do a good job of it. Muffy likewise was trying to figure out a way to keep her legs crossed while she was standing, her pants had a very large tear from where the dildo kept her busy. Kiko was unashamed of her missing swimsuit bottoms, hell, she spent most of her missions nude anyway. Zena merely rolled her eyes as she watched the others, what kind of tramps was she locked up with? "Greetings ladies," Valthor purred. "I must insist that you remain silent for the next few minutes, your very lives could depend on it. To begin with, my name is Valthor and you are all my guests." Muffy almost said something funny and brave, but a warning scowl from Zena stopped her. From past experiences with Fabrielle, Zena knew blondes were always the talkative ones. Zena had years to practice her 'shut the fuck up' scowl. "Each of you has a terrible problem that is easily solved by my advanced technology. Kiko, your father suffers from an undetectable chemical imbalance, one dose of the correct drug could cure him forever of his obsession with you being a Ninja, as well as his interest in your sex life. Muffy, lycanthrophy could be cured by one blast of a special radiation. I could easily eradicate werewolves from ever appearing on your planet again, as well as cure your boyfriend. Zena, armed with some self-repairing energy weapons, you could restore peace to your land as well as blast the shit out of any who opposed you. Your lover Fabrielle will forget her peaceful ways once she sees how simple it is to atomize an opponent. Finally, Flora, using my sensor equipment, I have located no less than three dozen ancient sites that no man has ever discovered. With the information located in a single disk, I could provide you with enough maps to make you a millionaire for life, even with your exorbitant tastes." "If you are such a thoughtful freak with our best interests in mind," Flora interrupted, "then why did you kidnap us and take my damn shirt!" Valthor frowned and pressed a button on his wrist controls. Flora screamed as an arc of pain traveled inside her body. She collapsed to the ground as she lost all control of her muscles. The pain only lasted two seconds, but for Flora, it was an eternity. She didn't move when the pain disappeared, Flora was too grateful that the pain was gone to risk moving. "The reason you all were kidnapped forcefully," Valthor continued, "was to show my complete and total supremacy over you four. As fearsome as you are, I knew only a defeat at the hands of my Shapes of Bondage would humble you enough to take me seriously." "The reason I have captured you is simple. I tour the universe looking for suitable participants in my games. On each world, I select a number of creatures to battle it each other in various tests of skill and ability. On Earth, I have chosen the four sexiest and deadliest women to compete in what I believe will be the greatest game ever. You have no idea the honor I have given you." "Since I am a compassionate man, none of you will be killed or otherwise injured. All of my games will be of a non-lethal variety. If you compete to the best of your abilities, there will be no need to administer the Pain Inducer like I did with Flora. The losers will be returned to their homes unharmed while the winner will be returned with the prize I have already described." "Now that I have you understand what you are fighting for, I'll describe the rules. Every day we will have a new event. Points will be given depending on who wins and how the others place. After the event we will have a rest period in which the two top scorers of the day will enjoy the hospitality of their quarters. The low scorers of the day will have significantly less enjoyable accommodations. That should give you encouragement in even the hardest games." "Each of you are wearing wristbands and anklebands of my own design. They are invulnerable, as well as equipped with powerful magnetics. These can bind together at any time, and will do so as the games require. Also, they have screens that will tell you what your current score is. This way you can constantly find out where you stand with your competition." "Flora is already aware of the subdermal implants. These will let me keep an eye on you, as well as manipulate your nervous system as needed. As you can well imagine, this makes escaping impossible, so I recommend you spend all your attention on the games. Only when the last game is finished will you be let go. Is there anyone who still refuses to play or are you all willing to compete for your ultimate prize?" One by one, the heroines thought it over. For Kiko it was a no-brainer. She was used to bondage, fighting, escaping and sick deviant desires. This was nothing new, plus she had a chance to cure her father! No more crazy missions, no more purple spandex and best of all, she could get laid like a normal girl! Kiko couldn't wait to start. Zena bit her pouty bottom lip in thought. She didn't understand a lot of what Valthor said, even with the Universal Translation Virus. What she did understand was that he would grant her weapons if she won this strange Olympics. Zena had a suspicion that with the one girl being topless and the other two with their crotches exposed, that the games would be of a kinky nature. She smiled to herself, kinky games were an everyday occurrence when she was a Warlord. Zena didn't see how these skinny bitches could even compete. She was more than ready to play. Muffy was in turmoil. After the blissful, though savage, fucking she received earlier form the segments, she knew things would only get more perverted. On the other hand, this could be her one chance to wipe out werewolves everywhere. Muffy had already sacrificed her Prom, Homecoming dances, a normal date life and countless parties to her career as a Slayer, what would be the harm in doing one more sacrifice for the good of the world and play in this sicko's bondage game? Plus, it would be worth it if it meant she could fuck Cherub every night and every day! Flora was standing up slowly and adjusting her sunglasses while she thought about it. Shit, there was nothing to think about! There were bills to be paid, and Valthor was offering to keep her in decadent luxury for life. Sure, Flora was pissed about the whole pain thing, but then she can always put a bullet in his head after she gets the maps. Sure, things couldn't get any kinkier, but hell, it couldn't get any worse than when she got lost raiding the Hellfire Club. Besides, these bimbos she was with didn't look too bright. Flora couldn't wait to mop the floor with them! Valthor pressed another button at his wrist, and all the cell doors opened. "For our first contest, please exit this area and go through the next door," Valthor instructed. Wary, yet with full knowledge of his powers, the women did as he asked. When they entered the next room, they were alarmed at what they found. Four x-frames were set in a circle, facing inward. In the center was an odd robot with three arms, each arm having about a dozen furry fingers. The head of the robot was weird too. The face resembled a mop, full of cloth strand with two little eyestalks sticking out. "This does not look good," Zena said with her gift for understatement. The others didn't respond, but they did agree. Valthor stood behind them and gave a simple command. "Climb up on the X-frames, and prepare for the first contest." Kiko, never one to give the villain satisfaction at seeing her afraid, headed for a frame and climbed right up. Turning her back to the frame, the bracelets on her wrists and ankles snapped into place on their own. Kiko was now bound spread-eagle on the X-frame, and there wasn't anything she could do about it! Zena was next, a little ashamed that Kiko was braver than her. Without any further hesitation, she stepped up to the frame beside Kiko and her bracelets bound her too. The powerful fighter strained at the bracers, but the powerful magnetics were too much for her. Now she wondered if she was foolish for letting herself be bound so completely. Flora and Muffy soon followed, neither one wanting to be considered a coward. "Here are the rules," Valthor purred as he watched the women experiment with their bonds. "This pleasure drone will use his three hands to masturbate three of you at a time. His head will lavish oral pleasures on a lucky captive with his fifty tongues. After three minutes, he'll rotate, subjecting someone new to the tongues, while his hands do the busy work. He'll rotate every four minutes, going in a complete circle." "The point of this contest? If you have an orgasm while the head is on you, then you leave the circle and you win. If you have an orgasm while the hands are on you, then you lose and leave the circle. The first one to climax by the head wins, and we'll rank the others by when and how they climax. It's a test of endurance and timing. Will you have the self-control to win?" "Oh right," Muffy quipped. "Like, we are oh so turned on. It'll take hours before any of us gets turned on by this vibrating trash can!" "I disagree Muffy," Valthor said calmly. "Because you are so skeptical, you'll go last. Flora will be next to last because she was the first to disobey me, and Kiko will be first because she was the first to climb a frame. Also, I should do this about now." With a press of his wrist controls, all four women moaned as pleasure traveled their bodies. Contentment and lust were in their voices, and Valthor smiled at how quickly they succumbed. Those subdermal devices were priceless in melting opposition. Each one of the girls were twisting happily in their bonds, eyes closed in happiness. "As you already know," Valthor explained, "your bodies have just been subjected to the equivalent of twenty minutes of foreplay. Every part of you has been touched and every sense that you have is alive with sensuality. Now the game can begin. Good luck on your willpower." "That was twenty minutes of foreplay?" Muffy thought. "Damn, Cherub has a lot to answer for!" The Pleasure Drone began, his hands seeking the private regions of three of the captives while his head moved in on Kiko's exposed pussy. His expert arms undid the armor on Zena's crotch with ease, while with Flora, the drone merely rubbed her through her tight shorts. Muffy still had the hole in her pants, so she got to experience the masterful pseudo-fingers first as they slipped right into her pussy. The three victims of the expert fingers strained against their bonds for their aroused states put them in immediate danger of losing. Kiko however was learning why having the fifty tongues were not the instant orgasm she suspected. Spread on the X-frame, Kiko relaxed and allowed the robot to bury it's head into her trimmed Asian box. The fifty tongues lashed, caressed and probed her pussy, each tongue moving independently, but each tongue also had the strength of a wet noodle. It was incredibly teasing, and Kiko shuddered as she was licked in a variety of ways, but not one of the tongues was touching her hard enough for her to climax! The three minutes passed and Kiko nearly had her climax when the very solid touch of a robotic hand penetrated her pussy. After being teased mercilessly, Kiko was ripe to be taken, but the poor girl knew she had to restrain herself. Concentrating on weapons, types of climbing ropes, and any scrap of actual Japanese that she did know, Kiko did her best to ignore the wonderful pleasure of the fingers fucking her pussy. Beside Kiko, Zena was thrusting her hips at the robot's head. Her awesome willpower had managed to stave off an orgasm when the fingers were squeezing her clit, but now she just needed more friction from these Hades cursed tongues! Zena was used to getting oral sex from Fabrielle, one of the messiest lesbians the Greeks had ever known. Normally, Zena would be smashing Fabrielle's face into her crotch, rubbing herself off on Fab's nose. Instead, this damned machine was just licking and coaxing her sex into an almost relaxed state. She could never get off with this weak attempt at fellatio! Muffy was suffering happily beside Zena. The hand was giving her a deep penetration using three of it's soft fingers. The cute blonde sighed happily as the regular rhythm of the fingers stroked her. The feeling was so comforting that she didn't really feel in danger. This of course caused her hormones to subside, along with her sex drive. When the tongues came to her, Muffy was sad to see the hand go. She enjoyed the tongues as a pleasant diversion, although she realized she needed to get serious if she was going to win. Flora, on the other hand, and the other hand, and on the third hand, was going crazy with lust. Massaging her through her shorts, the robot was turning the tomb raider on easily. Her shorts were unzipped and a robotic furry finger was snaking down to her clit. Flora twisted and pulled at her bounds, trying not to grind herself against the hand. When Muffy was being eaten, Flora felt her orgasm approach, that familiar tightening of the crotch warning her that she might lose before she ever gets the chance to win. "Fuck no, fuck no FUCK NO!" Flora cried as she climaxed. Her natural breasts bounced as she shook in her bonds, the orgasm washing over her body. Valthor motioned for Flora's bound body to be removed. The Pleasure Drone spun around, skipping her place, and replanted it's face in Kiko's pussy. It's other two hands dove back into Muffy's and Zena's crotches with ease. The two women were suffering from the smooth manipulation of their intimate regions, especially since both of them had been without a lover the past few days. As Flora was taken back to her cell on the floating X-frame, Kiko was ignoring the rest of the world. The cunning Ninja had so successfully distracted herself, she was now in an almost Zen state. Endless statistics of anything she could think of were running through her nearly empty mind. The Pleasure Drone was experimenting with it's 'spin' cycle on it's tongues, but Kiko was too spaced out to notice. Her three minutes passed by, and the Drone moved on. Zena was ready, and she bit her lip as she held back from cumming on the Drone's hand. When his face spun to her, She started laughing for she knew she was going to win. The Warrior Slut had been doing without sex for almost a month, and her body was welcoming the change of pace. The very soft tongues of the Drone were still touching her lightly, but it was enough. Fifty different tongues lightly tapped the folds and hair of Zena's pussy and Zena's body felt every tap. Her breathing became deeper and deeper until she felt one too many taps on her clit. "AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!" Zena screamed as she enjoyed the pent-up pleasures of her magnificent body. Zena's moaning body was hovered away, and she screamed obscenities as her orgasm was brought short. Valthor ignored her threats, he was curious if Muffy was going to be next, or if Kiko would snap out of her coma. Muffy was embarrassed to be molested in such a public setting, but she also wanted to win very badly. The poor blonde was having a bad case of shy clit syndrome. The Drone pressed against the rip in her pants and lapped very softly against her blonde bush. The Slayer was torn between letting herself go, and keeping her dignity. She had seen Flora and Zena with their hysterics, and she wanted no part in humiliating herself that way. While she debated, the three minutes went by without her coming to a decision. Kiko was slowly coming out of her daze. Thinking about weapons got her thinking about armor. Armor led her mind to think about polishing oils. Oils sent the poor girl's mind to thinking about bottles and bottles led to caps. How she got from caps to seat covers is anyone's guess, but after debating the usefulness of a vinyl covering she started thinking about asses in general. Asses of course ld her to her own ass, which was cold from the X-frame. As she slipped back into reality, her three minutes of oral probing was up. Muffy endured the Drone's fingers without any idea of why Kiko was so quiet. The fingers were going deeper into her sex, and were now vibrating harshly. Muffy wouldn't DARE to bring a vibrator into her house, so the sensation was very alluring. Each thrust of the fingers filled Muffy's tight little pussy and each thrust made Muffy think less and less of crying out. "Fuck my dignity," Muffy thought. "My dignity has been on early retirement for the last two years." The Drone returned to Muffy's open pant slit and lapped ineffectually again at the Slayer. Sick of being a victim, Muffy exerted all of her superhuman strength. She actually managed to lift her ankles a few inches from the X-frame. As she did this, her pelvis settled back on the frame, causing the Drone to lean closer. Valthor was worried that she might actually get her legs free, but he didn't account for Muffy's intelligence. With a few inches free, Muffy let her ankles snap back down on the frame. This caused her crotch to snap back to it's original position, which as currently being occupied by the Drone's head. In one move, Muffy had the Drone buried between her legs and as the fifty tongues squirmed wildly to get free, Muffy climaxed from the frantic pressure. "Ahh," she said demurely in her little girl voice. "That was a Goodie." Kiko however was slumping in her X-frame. The Drone shut down just as Muffy climaxed, which left Kiko hanging on an orgasm of her own. Kiko had been holding back, but with Muffy's win, she saw no reason to hold back any longer. As she tried to hump the fingers, the fingers removed themselves from Kiko. She screamed in primal anger, but the Drone would not respond. Kiko could struggle vainly as her frame was taken back to her cell. She couldn't help notice that Muffy was set free and walked back to her cell. Valthor was waiting outside their cells. For a purple seven foot tall guy, he looked very happy. "The score so far -- Zena with four points, Muffy with three, Kiko with two and Flora with one. Already it appears that the physically strongest are ahead. As a reward, beds, a toilet and a food dispenser has been added to Zena and Muffy's cells. Enjoy them and have a restful evening, tomorrow will be a challenge compared to today." "Flora and Kiko will have a more interesting evening. Their ankle and wrist bonds will be bound together with the powerful magnetic forces. Their food will be provided in a single bowl, a nice healthy white gruel. A water bowl will quench your thirst. I'm afraid the floor will be your bed tonight." "Instead of a toilet you'll have a hole in the ground. Because I want my captives to by clean, a rod will project from the wall, and you'll find the surface of the rod to feel much like your version of toilet paper. The rod cleans itself every thirty seconds." "We have to rub ourselves on a toilet paper dildo?" Kiko asked with disgust on her face. "Just how sick are you?" "Get some rest, for you don't want to be tomorrow's losers as well!" Valthor laughed. Muffy and Zena settled down in their cells. They heard about the other two, but they couldn't see their fates. Zena couldn't care less, after she had gorged herself on the available food, she went to sleep with the ease that only a trained warrior could. Muffy did worry for a little while, but once she realized that the food dispenser could make anything, she soon forgot about them. Chocolate sundaes and pizza became Muffy's comfort food. Flora was pissed off, again. Forced to crawl on her knees with her arms behind her back, she slowly crawled toward her food dish. The gruel looked awful, it was white and thick, and Flora had a nasty suspicion about how closely the gruel resembled cum. Her sunglasses still on, Flora bent down and slurped from the bowl. Her hanging breasts splashed into the bowl, and Flora growled as she imagined the white gruel drying on her breasts. Kiko had a more pressing problem. She needed to go to the bathroom. A hole in the ground was hard enough, but with her ankles crossed and her wrists behind her back, the task was impossible. She crawled over to the hole, and squatted as best she could. Between her bound ankles and her super large silicone breasts, Kiko's balance became a contest of will versus gravity. Kiko cursed the five inch heels on her boots, but after two hours of falling on her face, falling on her ass and getting a cramp in her knees, Kiko finally was able to use the bathroom without pissing all over herself. It was another two hours before she could get herself wiped properly. To be continued, This story is part 3 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 3 By Shon Richards The next morning, all four girls were let out of their cells and guided by a small army of robots down various corridors. Kiko and Flora were very sore from their bindings last night, while Muffy was bloated from eating too many desserts. Zena was dressed in full armor, and very proud of being ahead in the contest already. As they gathered in the hallway, Muffy had a close look at the bizarre clothes Kiko was wearing. "What are you supposed to be?" Muffy asked. "A fanboy's Ninja Bimbo?" Kiko looked right at the tear in Muffy's pants, where the crotch had been torn out earlier. "Nice pants," Kiko said, and smiled as Muffy growled and covered herself. The robots that collected them were four feet tall and flying. Shaped like fire hydrants, they each had two arms that ended in whips. Flora had been too grumpy to get out of her cell right away, which gave the robots an opportunity to demonstrate their Neuro-whips. When the first lash landed on Flora's ass, the English snob screamed and leapt to her feet. The Neuro-whip not only stung like leather, but it also stimulated her nerves so that the pain lingered for a full five minutes. Flora twisted and stumbled the entire way as she tried to walk off the pain in a dignified manner. Valthor was waiting for them above a large cargo area. The women could see that down below was a full maze, filled with artificial walls, twists and turns. Valthor pointed to a winding staircase that led to the maze and smiled as the girls groaned. "Today, we'll have an old fashioned race," Valthor said. "The rules are simple, find your way to the Golden Archway. Your only handicap will be that your wrists will be behind your back, I thought of hobbling your legs, but I don't have all day. Points will be assigned according to the order in which you reach the Archway." He pressed a button, and instantly all four women had their arms forced behind their back. Their bracelets melded together sideways, so that the girls' elbows were sticking out from their bodies. The discomfort was a distraction that would only grow in time. "That sounds easy enough," Zena said, already heading towards the staircase. "Not so quickly," Valthor warned. "In ten minutes, these twenty Drones will be searching for you. If they find you, they will whip you with their Neuro-whips. When you are so unlucky to have received twenty lashes, then they are authorized to attack you with their vibrator enhancements. That should give you more incentive to run, a whipping followed by a gangbang will seriously impair your ability to find the exit." "Are there any traps?" Zena asked. Flora almost kicked Zena, Flora expected traps, they were part of any maze. She just didn't want the others to be careful too. Now this loud mouth amazon has tipped them off! "A few," Valthor purred. "I suggest you start running, the ten minute head start begins...NOW!" Flora was first, she started running as soon as Valthor started talking. Behind her was Kiko, Muffy and Zena the last. Zena was confident that her armor could protect her from the lashes, but the added weight was slowing her down. By the time she made it down the staircase, the other girls were gone from sight. Zena had four paths to choose, each in a cardinal direction. Having no idea where the Archway was located, she choose north. She jogged for a while, coming across various intersections. It frustrated her that every turn she passed could be the one she needed. Now she was hopelessly lost, bound, and frustrated. Zena only hoped the other girls were just as screwed. Meanwhile, Kiko was lost as well. She kept running though, she had a feeling that speed would be better than caution. She had chosen a path different from Flora and Muffy, preferring to take her chances on her own. Kiko didn't trust being around them at all. The Asian Fatale was running so fast, she almost didn't see the pit that opened in front of her. Leaping at the last minute from a collapsing floor board, she landed on the other side just barely. Tumbling to the ground, Kiko landed hard. "Thank God I'm such a great gymnast!" Kiko sighed with perfect confidence. Then she had an idea. Thinking back to her training, Kiko thought about her wrist restraints. They were keeping her arms pinned behind her back, but there was just enough room for her to move her wrists inside the bracelets. Using her legs against the wall as leverage, Kiko began contorting her lithe body. She had to tuck her flat stomach painfully, as well curl her back to an almost self-cunnilinguis position. After sweating and groaning for two minutes, Kiko succeeded in reversing her arms to in front of her! She was still bound, but not her arms were in front and capable of being swung around. "Now, things will be going my way for a change!" Kiko said to the uncaring maze. Muffy however, was racing as fast as she could. Her Slayer enhanced body was tearing through the maze. Dead-ends and loops were quickly navigated and Muffy lost little time. It still felt crazy to be running around with a hole in her pants. She ignored the breeze between her legs and the pain of her arms bouncing behind her back. Intent on running and her pain management, Muffy ran right into the giant web. The strands of the web were sticky, and made of some sort of cable. Muffy freaked at first and looked around, but fortunately there was no spider to be found. This web was apparently artificial and meant to discourage people from going down this path. As Muffy tried to pull away, she discovered how sticky the material was. She was stuck, face first in the web. Without her arms, Muffy couldn't get any leverage to escape. Elsewhere, Flora Craft had encountered her last damn dead-end. Biting her lip, the experienced maze runner decided to try something a bit more radical. She walked slowly, looking for cracks or edges along the walls. Flora found what she was looking for when she discovered a crude battering ram trap. The trap should have knocked into Flora and sent her flying, but she dodged it easily. Left with a ram in the hall, Flora began her plan. Pushing the ram up against the wall was difficult with her arms behind her back. Flora had to push it by crawling mostly, her shoulders bruising under the stress. With the ram in place, she climbed it and tried to jump on top of the walls. Flora has scaled pyramids, the Great Wall, and the insides of sunken cities. Climbing onto a wall without her hands was simple compared to how she earned her living for the past few years. Flora did a standing leap, and after several tries she finally landed her torso on the top of the wall. Her breasts smashed under her, Flora began the difficult task of getting her legs up. The snobbish English dilettante wasn't happy with rolling on the dirt of the wall, but Flora couldn't help the grit and smudges on her chest. She suspected that the reason Valthor has left her the shorts was just to draw attention to her top-heavy chest. She was right. At the opposite side of the maze, Zena was making better time than she expected. She used a simple system, if a path looked good, she avoided it. If it looked dark, short or just plain dangerous, she charged through it. Zena triggered a few traps but they were annoyances. There were some low hanging beams that Zena banged her head on, and a swinging bag of sand that almost clobbered her, but Zena endured these blows. So far, her veteran body of countless fights was not impressed with these so called 'traps.' Around the corner, Zena stopped just in time to avoid running into five of the hovering Drones. She smirked in her patently smug way. Her armor could more than absorb their weak looking lashes, so Zena charged right through them. The pain she received was quite a shock. The Drones' Neuro-whips were built to transfer a charge through non-organic material. Zena's armor offered no resistance to the whips, and she yelled as several stinging lashes crisscrossed on her ass. She stumbled as the pain hit her, and the Drones closed in. Her arms bound behind her, Zena tried holding them back with kicks but her fighting style was better suited to swords. The Drones were patient, with Zena's back to a corner, it was only a matter of time before the requisite twenty lashes were given. Also, Zena wasn't aware that each Neuro-whips lash disrupted the molecules on metal elements. Within minutes, the armor on Zena's backside began to melt. When Zena felt her bare ass on the wall behind her, she reacted immediately. She didn't know about the science that went into this new development, she just knew her armor must have been destroyed somehow and her ass was exposed. With an animal rage, Zena charged one of the Drones and smashed it to the ground with her body mass. The other Drones paused, and within minutes, Zena had destroyed them all in a beserker rage. Spitting wires out of her mouth from where she had bitten one of their heads off, Zena charged through the maze. Elsewhere, Kiko was making short work of the maze. With her arms bound in front of her, the Ninja was empowered with new confidence. Her keen mind had detected several patterns in the maze's construction, and was anticipating dead-ends and possible traps. Kiko was on the trail of the Golden Archway, which was why five Drones were ordered by Valthor to intercept her. The proud and half nude Ninja came to a stop as five Drones dropped down around her. She could almost hear the cool music from the Anime movies she watches as the showdown was arranged. She didn't come this far to be stopped now. Kiko reluctantly thanked her father for forcing her to wear stiletto heels. The Drones weren't the only ones with weapons. A drone swooped in and delivered a lash to the place where Kiko was. She was already leaping in the air and planting a seven inch heel into the face sensor of a now dead Drone. The other Drones paused, their victims almost never fought back. Kiko wasn't pausing to celebrate, a circle kick with her powerful leg swept another Drone straight into the wall, where it sparked quite impressively. The three Drones left released their Neuro-whips at her, and one painful stripe caught her full on the ass, and she dropped to her knees with a scream. The three remaining Drones circled closer. As they drew their Neuro-whips back, Kiko sprang towards them. With her arms in front of her, she was able to grab one and swing it into his flying companion. They exploded loudly, and Kiko was just able to cover her face before she got any exploding Drone bits in her eye. When the smoke cleared, Kiko saw the Neuro-whips just as it descended down on her. She rose her arms up, and the whip coiled around her bracelets. Due to security precautions, the Neuro-whips couldn't dissolve the metal in the bracelets, or transfer their pain through them. If the Drone had a mouth, it would have cussed vehemently as Kiko smiled at this new development. She simply tugged on the whip, and kicked the poor Drone as it flew towards her. "Kick ass!" The young Asian yelled in triumph. Still trapped in the web, Muffy was pulling, tugging and screaming as the web held tightly to her. She couldn't believe that she was stuck here! With her super strength and reflexes, Muffy had become used to being the superior woman in any situation. Now she was just a superior imitation of a housefly. A familiar hovering sound let Muffy know that the spiders had come. Five drones floated behind her, and before she could scream, they let loose with their Neuro-whips. Five separate whips raining on Muffy's ass inspired her to struggle faster and louder, but she was still stuck. Her anxiety wasn't helped when she felt her paints and underwear disintegrating. Muffy's magical body was already overriding the pain she felt, but it couldn't help the fact that her pretty ass was on display. When the lashes stopped, Muffy froze in her struggles. Did she receive twenty lashes from each one already? The cold phallus that entered her from behind was her answer. Muffy's ass was on fire, she was humiliated from the combination beating and trapping, and her stress induced sex drive was weakening her in ways she didn't want to admit. The thrusts from the flying Drone bounced her in the web, and Muffy could only moan as her sex was pounded. Her fears and frustrations melted under the assault as Muffy lost herself in a helpless gangbang. As the other Drones waited their turn with Muffy, Flora was skipping the maze altogether. She was running on the tops of the walls, jumping with ease between the open gaps. She could see the Golden Archway close by, and was focused on reaching it as soon as possible. The Drones were chasing her, but their speed was far to slow to keep up with the light archeologist. They might be able to hover, but Flora knew how to fly on her feet. Kiko was in sight of the Golden Archway, and also in sight of Flora running on the walls. She was simply pissed. After everything Kiko had survived, she was angry that Flora had figured out a way to avoid it all. The Ninja sprinted towards Flora, she was determined to make sure the English bitch had to deal with at least one obstacle. Flora jumped down from the wall, landing perfectly a mere forty feet away from the Golden Archway. She was unaware of Kiko behind her, and was therefore very surprised to feel her hair get grabbed and her face smashed into the wall she just leapt from. Flora was out cold ten seconds after landing on the ground. Kiko felt that this might even things. While Kiko ran into the Archway, Flora was waking up to a full body lashing. She tried to get up, but being bound and whipped had a detrimental effect on her balance. Her shorts melted under that assault, but the pain that was generated on her legs, ass and abundant breasts had her full attention. With the Archway in plain sight, Flora decided to just make a run for it and with luck, avoid the whole unpleasant sexual assault phase. The Drones ceased whipping Flora as she stood, and the coming assault urged her to run faster. Once again her speed caused her to ignore another threat. Behind her, Zena, fresh from a messy battle with her Drones, was running right behind her. The Warrior Princess was desperate to win, and desperate to get her bare ass across the finish line. Zena had no moral qualms about what she did next. The English Adventurer never saw Zena as she was shoulder checked onto the ground from behind. As Flora rose from to her knees, she saw Zena running off to claim her victory. "No!" Flora screamed, the pain that covered her body temporarily forgotten. Not thinking, Flora started chasing after Zena on her knees. She was just so pissed off! From first place to suddenly third, Flora lost her win to two bitches who had blindsided her. Keeping in that same tradition, she wasn't aware of the Drone heading for her ass until the cold phallus nailed her sex to the ground. Flora was pressed back down to the ground from the weight of the attacking Drone. The cold metallic phallus buried itself in Flora's pussy, and she almost forgot her troubles in the bliss of being so perfectly filled. Her face and breasts smashed on the ground, Flora surrendered to the assault while the flying fire hydrant fucked her silly. She moaned in her English accent as the Drone ravished her with quick thrusts. She came as the Drone exploded a sticky substance into her, nearly squirting out of her pussy from the hydraulic pressure. Sure, the artificial ejaculation was tacky, but Valthor was a sick and perverted alien. He didn't think any fucking was complete unless something white and creamy was flying around. Flora was still gasping from her orgasm when the second Drone entered her. That was when she had an awful thought. What if that blonde girl came running up? Flora already knew she lost this race, but she wanted to earn some points tonight! Great fuck or not, she needed to more her ass! On her knees, Flora crawled as the Drone banged at her sex. She was so wet from her own juices, and the fake cum that the previous Drone had ejaculated was slicking her even further. In and out the phallus pounded as Flora crawled on her knees to the Archway. Her knees were bruised, her breasts dirty from constantly falling to the ground, and her ass was very sore from the whipping and now the constant slapping of the Drone against her firm fit ass. After only traveling ten feet, Flora fell back to the ground as another orgasm crippled her movement. It was going to be a long crawl. Unknown to Flora, Muffy was never going to be running along anytime soon. The Drones were punishing her with a vicious series of assaults, and Muffy was enjoying every minute of it. She was enjoying the bondage, as well as being screwed by something that didn't need to watch the moon all the time. The Drones rotated through their five members, and simply started over. They were designed to harass their victims, and were now relying on secondary programming. That's why one of them flew to Muffy's face on the other side of the web. Her beautiful eyes widened as the huge phallus came for her face, and it was her quick reflexes that made her open her mouth in time. Now the Werewolf Slayer was providing oral servitude to her new masters. She was so horny, she didn't mind a bit. Muffy moaned, Muffy twisted, Muffy sucked, she was in a world of her own as she received a fucking that banished any guilt from her mind. When she masturbated, she usually worried about her Mom walking in. When she fucked Cherub, she was usually worried about maybe one day catching Lycanthropy from him, or the condom bursting or God forbid, her Mentor, Niles, watching from the window. Today, trapped in the web, she let herself go as the tireless Drones gave hr the fucking Muffy had always longed for. She was so satisfied, she didn't even mind when the Drone in her mouth would pull out and spray her face with that white stuff. "It even tastes like Vanilla," Muffy moaned as she licked her lips. It took Flora forty minutes to finally reach the Archway. Forty minutes in which her pussy was fucked relentlessly by the Drones. Her chest was almost black from the dirt she accumulated, and her buttocks were a bright red from the constant abuse. Despite coming in third, she had a huge smile on her normally scowling face. "Say what you will about the Drones," she gasped, "but they knew how to fuck the Hell out of a woman!" Valthor ended the race with a few buttons presses. Muffy was gathered from the web, and flown to the other captives. Her white fluid covered body was dumped beside Kiko, Zena and a still kneeling Flora. "That's a new look for you," Kiko said to the Werewolf Slayer. "What is it, Gangbang Cum-Slut?" "Ladies, ladies, please," Valthor purred. "Save the insults for during the games. The score so far is as follows, Zena is leading with seven points, proving that her warrior skills is capable of handling her modern competition. Kiko jumped ahead with five points, and let me say this. Kiko, the way you slammed Flora into that wall, that is how we play this game! Good job! Muffy is trailing behind with four points, but she also has the biggest smile. Flora needs to do something, she has a small score of only three points." "Right now I want to explain your accommodations. Kiko and Zena, as today's winners, you will find comfortable cots, washtubs and a fully functional Food Dispenser in your cells. Eat as you like, sleep comfortably, and even take a warm bath to soak your lovely muscles." Valthor then pressed a button and Muffy and Flora shuddered. "As for you two, I've activated a special function of your subdermal implants. Your bodies will be provided with all the nutritional needs you require, while any waste will be processed by your own body. In other words, you won't need to eat or shit tonight, which is good because you won't have much freedom." Muffy and Flora had no time to think on this development. New robots seized their bodies and carried them over to a large floating sphere. The women were placed with their backs to the eight foot sphere, and their bonds instantly held them spread-eagle to the black sphere. The sphere then began rotating, displaying the two pretty ladies like some sort or bizarre snack stand. Which is exactly what it was for. "You will float in the hallway where your cells are located. Every time any of my Drones must pass through there, they are instructed to give you five minutes of stimulation. If you can climax, good for you, because the Drones are only programmed to pleasure you for five minutes. I think you'll find yourselves looking forward to the cleaning Drones the most, their feather attachments are most stimulating." He was right, although they never climaxed, Flora and Muffy came very close from the feather attachments. As they rotated in the hallway, being endlessly teased, they each made a private promise to themselves. "This sucks!" Muffy moaned as the Drone left her on the verge of climax, again. "Tomorrow I am winning, even if means I have to seriously hurt somebody!" "That Asian twat and Greek whore are going to pay for this," Flora whimpered as her stiff muscles tried to get comfortable on the sphere. "Just you wait, as soon as I get a hold of some sort of weapon, we'll see who'll be sleeping on a bed then!" To be continued This story is part 4 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 4 By Shon Richards Flora and Muffy were still on the floating sphere the next morning. Muffy had fallen asleep early in the night with the ease that teenagers could, but Flora barely slept at all. The British snob was used to feather beds and satin sheets, and maybe two warm bodies in bed with her. Suspended spread-eagle and butt-naked while passing robots gave her minimal teasing was not how her pampered body was used to sleeping. Horny, sleepy and sore, Flora was more irritable than she normally was. All last night, any Drone that passed through was required to tease the captive women. The Cleaning Drones used their feather dusters and vacuum tubes to bring Flora close to orgasm at least seven times. The Labor Drones with their hard and powerful hands mauled their bodies while the Maintenance Drones had a variety of instruments to tease the women. Every single Drone would tease them, but would then leave before Flora could get off. Muffy simply ignored them, and slept through most of it. This meant Flora had no one to share her frustrations and homicidal thoughts with. Flora had high hopes for the current Drone though. She couldn't guess what it's function was, but it had this long studded tube on it's face, and it dived right between her legs. Bound by the powerful magnetics, Flora was still able to thrust her limber body towards the Drone. Her feminine grunts filled the hallway as Flora prayed for release. The long studded tube was filling her wet treasure box perfectly, and Flora just knew that this would be the one. She screamed as the Drone withdrew. "Mother-fucker, get back here!" A deep laugh mocked her, and Flora twisted to see Valthor order the Drone away. "There will be time enough for that my horny little tomb raider," he said. "I think you'll enjoy today's game especially." He released the bonds on the sphere with a touch of his wrist controls. Muffy, who was still asleep, fell to the ground with a thud. Flora landed on her feet, and immediately tried to masturbate. Just as her hand reached her shaved sex, the powerful pull of her wrist bonds snapped her hands back. Falling face first on her generous chest, Flora screamed again as her pleasure was denied. "I said, you can wait," Valthor threatened with his usual smug tone. "Kiko, Zena, please come out of your cells and help carry Flora to today's event. You could use the workout after your peaceful night." Kiko grumbled as she climbed out of her cot. A warm bath and endless pizzas the night before had made her a bit lazy. She reached down and simply grabbed Flora by the hair. Flora screamed and cursed, but she rose nonetheless. Zena merely walked out, looking proud and deadly despite the fact that her armor was missing it's bottom half. The sight of her uncut pubic hair was rather startling to the other girls. "Like, can we say 'ewwwww'?" Muffy said as she picked herself. "Did a ferret crawl up your legs, or just his whole family?" Zena slitted her eyes at Muffy and looked down at the Werewolf Slayer's tattered and crotchless pants. "Nice pants," she said. "Now girls follow me, and save a little of that spite and venom for your next contest," Valthor commanded. The women obediently follwed, and Valthor was proud of his success. Already they were used to obeying his commands. The legendary spirit of these ladies was already weakening. "Inside these four doors are twenty men picked up from Zena's time period. These men of ancient times were gathered from the North America continent, and each has been convinced that he has been brought here to pleasure the sky spirits. The contest is simple, whoever can get all five of her men's seed on or in their body wins. " "You want us to gangbang Indians from the past?" Muffy asked with disbelief. "They didn't even have soap back then!" "Maybe not," Valthor said, "but each one has been completely cleaned and checked out for health problems. These men have received the best medical care I could provide. Not only did I eliminate any vermin, parasites or diseases they may have had, but they also have had full manicures and not a bad breath among them. These men are probably cleaner than your own lovers back home. I also added the Universal Translation virus so that they'll understand you; no sense wasting time trying to communicate." "Can we start yet?" Flora asked, fairly bouncing in her eagerness. "Wait a minute," Kiko said. "Every contest usually has us in some sort of bondage, what's today's handicap?" "None today," Valthor answered. "Having you forced into an orgy is enough, plus whoever loses today's contest will undergo the worst bondage punishment yet. That's something you should all keep in mind." "Enough stalling," Zena commanded. "I haven't had breakfast yet." "That's the spirit!" Valthor laughed. The doors opened on their own, and Flora ran into one before the door was completely open. Kiko and Zena walked quickly towards their doors, while Muffy just stood there. "I just have to remember that I'm doing this for Cherub," Muffy said to herself. She entered the last door and immediately noticed the soft mattress in the center of the room. The five Native Americans were standing around it, unsure of what it was for. Muffy wasn't sure what to do herself, gangbangs were never covered by the training her mentor gave her. She was warming up to the idea though. The five guys were bronzed from a lifetime of living outdoors, and that was a big turn-on to the suburban Muffy. They also had much more muscular development than anything she had encountered on a human before. Growing up with high school guys made her appreciate the sheer beefcake of her companions. Their smooth skins, worshipful eyes and smoldering sensuality was appealing to something Muffy didn't know she had inside of her. The only other men she had seen this close to nature were werewolves, and these guys were lycanthropy free! "I'm sure Cherub will like, totally understand that this for him," Muffy lied to herself. she shimmied out of the remains of her pants and flopped on the mattress. "Let's start already!" Raven-Heart, proud warrior of his tribe, was not expecting the Sky-Goddess to be so open. He watched as the strange woman with the unearthly yellow hair spread her legs and invite him and his brothers to do their duties. Like a river with a wide canyon, she waited, and Raven-Heart bravely entered her challenge. The Sky-Goddess might be as slutty as a bison in heat, but she was a beauty. He drove his surging cock into her curious pale sex and Muffy clutched at him with her super-strength. In and out his cock plunged, and Raven-heart struggled to breath as Muffy crushed him to her heaving breasts. Obviously, mating with immortals was going to prove dangerous. In another room, Flora was appraising this new situation. "Let's see, I'm horny, these guys look like they've been lifting bulls in their spare time, and there's this nice looking mattress here. You! With the feathers, lie down!" The startled warrior snapped out of his daze. He had never seen such enormous breasts, at least not on a woman. If he didn't believe in her divinity from her awesome attributes, he certainly believed it when she commanded him. Her accent was strange, yet her tone was harsh and used to getting results. Actually, Flora was more used to people dying, but watching him rush to lie down was good too. Flora's decadent mind was already planning her next move. She reached out and grabbed a terrified Indian's cock and led him to stand over his prone companion. Flora then squatted, and placed the fallen American's cock into her ready pussy. On her second thrust, she popped the standing warrior's cock into her mouth. Sure, he was terrified at this deviant sex act, but Sky-Goddesses can be expected to have odd ways. Besides, there was something about the limber athlete's mouth that made it feel so good to slide into her lips. Flora wasn't done yet. Horny from a night of teasing and angry at losing yesterday, Flora reached deep inside her and worked out a decadent plan. Waving a third warrior on, she moved her ass higher while still humping her chosen prey. This warrior was a bit wise in the ways of sluts, so he knew instantly where to enter her. Her tight ass was forced open with powerful hands and his cock entered her ultimate tightness. Flora shuddered as she was overwhelmed with so many huge cocks, but she knew she needed more. Her two hands shot out and grabbed the other guys' cocks, and pulled them closer as she jerked them off. Only the limber adventuress could pull it off, stroking two guys, humping one, getting ass-fucked by another while successfully blowing a fifth. "Damn I'm good," Flora thought as she hit her first orgasm. Elsewhere, Kiko was dealing with a personal dilemma. Raised by a psycho father and constantly captured by horny enemies, a part of her insisted she rebel against Valthor. It would just go against everything she ever believed in if she gave in and participated in his sick, although attractive orgy. Kiko somehow wanted to thwart his plan to make her act like a slut, yet her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to throw the game. Thinking about what Valthor said about the said 'on or in the body,' the intelligent and beautiful Asian devised a plan that would satisfy both conditions. "As your Sky-Goddess, I have to tell you guys that I am not impressed," she said as she sat down in the center of them. "You guys might be tall, muscular, handsome, tanned, muscular, well hung, sexy, muscular and obedient, but I don't think you guys are good enough to touch me. Since I need your worthless seed, I guess you will just have to masturbate. Remember, no touching me, and if you don't spurt in less than five minutes, I'll have to, umm, blast your souls or something equally nasty." The five began masturbating instantly, and Kiko just smiled. "Fuck, I'm not going to be the one to work up a sweat," she said as she thought about how hard the other girls might be working. Zena was working a sweat, and that was just fine for the Warrior Princess. Unlike the other girls, Zena hadn't had any sex for the past three months, and this was her way to catch up for lost time. Her sidekick, Fabrielle, was in a weird spiritual kick, and subsequently, she wasn't putting out any more. This left Zena so hungry for any type of human touch, that she was even starting to look at their part time buffoon, Poxer, for carnal relations. Zena was on her knees, taking a much needed pounding from behind from the bravest Native American in the group. This is what she wanted, to be fucked hard by someone who wanted to give it to her. Even her powerful body was rocking from the Indian's thrusts, as Zena was fucked with an intensity she had almost forgotten. Long and deep strokes from the pulsing member transformed the hardened warrioress into a kitten, purring from the pure happiness she had finally found. Something was missing, and Zena knew right what it was-the taste of a cock. Zena had been a strict lesbian since meeting Fabrielle, a choice she was never entirely happy with. Her old marauding ways usually involved raping the handsome shepherd boys, so when Zena reformed she swore off penises as part of her new, nicer attitude. Her willpower was usually strong, but then, she was getting eaten out every night by Fabrielle's cute little blonde head. Now that that didn't happen anymore and Zena was here with five studs at her mercy, she decided it was time to see if she still like the taste of a salty prick. "Sit right here," Zena commanded to the nearest stud, patting the ground in front of her. Her smile was friendly but her blue eyes glowed with a predatory air. As the warrior sat down, his erection pointing towards her in worship, Zena moaned loudly in appreciation of her future snack. Her eyebrows raised in speculation as she considered how much of his shaft she would be able to get down. Could her lips go all the way down his seven inches of manhood? The answer was yes, and what's more, it was delicious. Zena relished the salty flavor, the tug of his skin as her lips gripped him, and she even enjoyed his hands on her head, pushing her down deeper over him. The thick meat of his cock was a welcome change from the tender fruit of Fabrielle, and Zena bounced her mouth over him as she wanted to taste every inch of him. Zena's long black hair was flying as she sucked him, her body already in motion from the punishing thrusts of the stud behind her. Within a minute the cock in her mouth exploded, and Zena lovingly licked every pulsing drop. She climaxed shortly after he did, the wonders of heterosexuality returning to her. "Quick, another guy take his place!" she said, her blue eyes ablaze. Zena was the first to make her guy climax, but in the room beside her, Muffy was closing in on her. Muffy's Native American lover was humping her fast and hard. It was partly because Muffy was a hot piece of ass, but more importantly, it was because she was crushing him with her strength. He was fucking her fast so he could escape with his life. This worked in Muffy's favor, as he climaxed quickly, jerking with shudders of bliss and relief. As Muffy felt him go soft inside her, she also felt her own approaching orgasm fade. She threw him off, and poor Raven-Heart hit the wall with a loud 'THUD.' The other warriors backed off, believing that it was the force of Muffy's pussy that threw their companion. Muffy sat up, and grabbed a reluctant lover by the arm. She dragged him onto her, and squeezed her legs around him. Muffy's ankles drove the terrified warrior into her crotch, and her sex drive did the rest. "What's taking you so long? Like, fuck me already!" she screamed at her confused lover. Flora's eyes tried to find the source of the thud she heard, but since she was fucking five guys simultaneously, this was impossible to do. She soon forgot about the noise, the cock in her ass was releasing it's seed into her body, and Flora waited patiently as he drained every last once into her tight ass. When he withdrew, that's when Flora really cut loose. Free from the restrictions of a cock up her ass, the busty English girl added more bounce to her movements. Her pelvis slammed into the guy under her, her mouth sucked noisily at it's blowjob while her hands that could draw faster than anyone in the Western hemisphere worked it's magic on the two around her. Another climax shivered her body, and the cock in her sex flooded her contracting sex with it's sticky white load. Flora expertly disengaged herself, and still keeping the one cock in her mouth, she walked bent over to a new section of the mattress. One of the guys beside her climaxed as she walked, appreciation of her gymnastics turning the simple Native on. She felt the hot fluid splash on her leg, and Flora knew she had almost won. She remained bent over, and guided the guy who she held in her hand to her backside. He happily switched from her hand to her sex, thrusting quickly into her. The guy in her mouth overcame all his inhibitions about this strange sex, and happily pumped a large amount into her mouth. Gagging slightly from the fucking at both ends, Flora pulled the spurting cock from her mouth. The climaxing native American didn't stop, his cock kept pumping as he covered Flora's face and chest until he finally dropped to the ground with a fox eating grin. One man left, Flora reached behind her and gripped her man's thighs. He released a warcry with his cum, the sounds of his victory mixing with Flora's own cries of sexual and competitive joy. With white splotches dripping from her face, chest, ass, sex and legs, Flora dropped to the mattress with a smile. A look at her wrist bracelet to look at her scores confirmed her wish. She had won this contest! Now there was time for more sex while the others tried to catch up... Kiko scowled as she read her wrist bracelet. Flora had won and Kiko still didn't have a climax! She considered joining in and helping the guys get off, but she resisted. Her stubborn pride demanded this course of action. She knew Valthor was watching and didn't want to give him an once of satisfaction. Kiko also was a good judge of men's faces, and these guys looked ready to either die painful deaths or climax. She forced herself to only sit cross-legged and hold her breasts together for their offerings. This was more to make sure she caught their cum than any urge to present a sexy picture. Her prediction was right on the money, as the five masturbating native Americans began moaning. The combination of her exotic beauty, her long black hair, her unnaturally large breasts and the threat of death had given them the inspiration they needed to climax. First, one of them sent a long stream towards Kiko's chest, which she successfully caught. Another stream of white cream landed on her breasts from a second admirer and Kiko licked her lips as she gloated over how easy this was. A third warrior was slowing his pumping, so she scooted on her knees over to him. Her lovely brown eyes were wide as she watched him intensely, praying silently that he would hurry up and climax. She got her wish and more, for his cock erupted and sent a large white glob right onto her face. Kiko blinked too late, and got some of the sticky mess in her eyes, plus, the guy was still jerking off, covering her face with more of his seed. "You fucker!" Kiko yelled as she lashed out with a devastating punch to his crotch. Even blind, her accuracy was deadly. This is why the next guy to cum was so hesitant behind her. He politely dumped his load on the back of her head. As she rubbed the last of the crap from her eyes, she was not happy at all to suddenly be getting a white deposit on her silky hair. Kiko didn't hit this guy, but the glare she gave him made him quietly back away. It should be no surprise that the last guy was so intimidated that he jerked his seed quietly onto the floor. He might be a brave warrior of his tribe, but this girl was deadly! "You, ASSHOLE!" Kiko yelled as the Native American unknowingly cheated her from victory. Without thinking, the messy Ninja jumped up and spun a kick into the guy's face. Only when he crumbled to the floor unconscious did she realize she still needed to fuck him. Now she would have to wait till he woke up to get the cum she needed to win. As Kiko teetered on the edge of second place, Zena was fucking away the end of her celibacy. When the lucky guy who was fucking her from behind climaxed, the eager Warrioress wanted more variety. She took the cock out of her mouth and pushed the guy down to the ground. His spit covered cock slid easily into her as Zena mounted the guy. She could feel his hot girth full her already sticky pussy, and Zena moaned with sensuous delight. Not even Fabrielle's staff felt this good. The legendary Zena rode the guy under her with all her strength, her hips melting into his. She never rode her prized horse this hard, but then, her saddle never could penetrate as deep as this guy could. As another overdue orgasm thrilled her body, Zena let out a piercing warcry. Not soon after that, her substitute stallion released himself into her. Muffy didn't hear Zena's warcry, her stud was doing one of his own. The nervous warrior withdrew as soon as he added his seed to Muffy's pussy, he didn't want to end up like Muffy's previous lover. Muffy on the other hand was pretty proud of herself. She was stretching her arms out as her third stud took his place between her legs. "Two guys already, this is a breeze!" the clueless Slayer thought to herself. Muffy might dress like a tramp, and she might wear out three dildos a week, but the poor teen really didn't have that much experience in porn. It just never occurred to her to have more than one guy at a time, Muffy was too much of a hopeless romantic to think of an orgy. She also never thought to check her wrist bracelet for the score. Like most teenagers, she wasn't paying attention when their function was described to her. Two guys were left for Zena, and the Greek slut was feeling very sated. Not used to all this sex, she was more than happy with the fuckings she had gotten so far. She also suspected that the Asian slut would be giving her close competition. Zena decided on a more, bilateral, approach. She placed both guys on their backs beside each other, and then took each in hand. "You realize, there are kings in Greece who would kill to be where you two are," she said with her mocking smirk. As she pumped one guy's hard cock, Zena sucked down the other. Back and forth she would move, sucking and pumping. She enjoyed the different flavors of their salty skins, and her powerful hands were up to the task of the constant motion. One of the guys climaxed as she was jerking him off, and Zena knew victory was close. While the cum dripped down to her hand, Zena threw all of her attention into sucking the last guy off. If her enemy, Ares, God of War, could feel what the last guy was enjoying, Ares might just give up War and give Love a chance. A very frustrated Kiko gave up an awakening the fallen Native American. She had knocked out enough guys to know when one wasn't waking up anytime soon. Angry at herself, Kiko looked at the mess of cum that was on the floor. "Damn it! If I could have caught it with my tits, I would have won second place by now!" After saying this, Kiko realized there was one option left to her. It was embarrassing, and it was certainly worse than fucking the guy, but it was her only choice. Kiko could only hope that Valthor was too busy watching the others fuck to notice her. While Zena's mouth sucked at the last cock, Kiko crawled over to the messy puddle on the floor. As Zena felt the guy jerk in anticipated bliss, Kiko bent down, her mouth parting and her eyes closing. Seconds before Zena tasted the tang of his seed, Kiko licked the puddle of her last man. Humiliated at such a desperate ploy, Kiko was relieved slightly by her score. She had just beaten Zena, who herself came in third. Valthor waited with malice as Muffy continued. If the girl wasn't going to check her bracelet to see the score, then Valthor wasn't going to stop her from finishing. Although Muffy lacked a certain experience to her fucking, Valthor had to admit she was one hot piece of ass. Her blonde hair, perky breasts and young skin gave Muffy a beauty that was tantalizing. "Too bad she's getting her ass whipped by the better sluts," Valthor commented. When Muffy finally finished her last man, Valthor opened the doors. Flora of course, strutted out of her room, while Zena and Muffy were more reluctant to collect their punishments. Kiko was subdued, and doing her best to act like she always licks cum off the floor. Valthor was amused by their behavior, but he also had a schedule. He activated Muffy and Zena's restraints and wasted no time in having his Drones position the girls on two levitating poles. Muffy and Zena's hands were bound behind their back and their bodies draped over a pole at waist height. Their ankles were secured to a lower pole with their legs spread very wide. The Drones then placed round tubes, two inches long into their mouths. The women had to bite down on the tubes because they were so snug, and only Zena could guess at their use. "Along with the twenty you just fucked," Valthor said in his slick voice, "I also imported another hundred Native Americans as well. Since we have a contest later today, I'll simply let you pleasure my other hundred volunteers while the winners rest. Don't fear though, each man is only allowed to squirt his seed once, and now that your mouths are secured, he'll have a choice of three holes. I also adjusted your subdermal implants to keep you lubricated. Nothing worse than a dry pussy when you're fucking such helpless beauties. This should be enough punishment while the winners relax." "Wait a minute," Kiko said, her eyes wide as she almost envied the two. "This is rape!" "So, they did lose after all," Flora said without compassion. "I disagree," Valthor said simply. "But if they feel that it is rape, all they have to do is nod their heads and I'll let them go. Of course, then I'll have to send them home because they forfeited, but then, I certainly wouldn't want to rape anyone. How about it girls, do you feel raped?" The women were still. Zena wanted to win so badly, as well as Muffy, that neither complained. Zena thought it was ironic that she would one day be the victim of a gangbang and was just grateful that Fabrielle wasn't here to record it on her damn scrolls. Muffy was wondering if being fucked by a hundred guys made her a slut. "Good," he said as the first four guys rushed onto Muffy and Zena's helpless bodies. "As for you two," Valthor said to Flora and Kiko. I think a long bath, a shower, and even some new clothes would be a good way to pass the time. The Drones will return you to your cells, and all will be provided. He smiled as the two worn out women went willingly. He knew no rest would adequately prepare them for the next contest... to be continued, This story is part 5 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 5 By Shon Richards Kiko was resting in her room, something she earned dearly from her performance in the gangbang earlier. She wasn't idle however, the Asian Ninja was hard at work on a plan. Ever since she had been abducted by Valthor for this bizarre contest, Kiko couldn't stand the thought of being at someone else's mercy. Although Kiko was doing well with a high score, she knew that some evil geniuses don't play by the rules. That was why she was examining her bonds closely, looking for a flaw she could exploit. Kiko worked as fast as she could, she was pretty sure that Valthor's attention would be on Zena and Muffy's gangbang, but she wasn't taking chances. Using a lockpick secreted in one of her ribbons, Kiko pried open a panel on her bonds. She amazed to discover that two simple pokes with the lockpick caused the bracelet to fall off! It was that easy, Valthor obviously didn't expect his women to even try. He didn't know that Kiko couldn't be intimidated by his superior science, she was too confident in herself to be impressed by aliens and spaceships. Just as quickly, Kiko snapped the bracelet back in place. Now that she knew escape was easy, she relaxed in the knowledge that she held an ace up her glove. Knowing she had some time to kill, she used the matter replicater to get her some new clothes. For the first time in her life, she had complete freedom in picking her clothes, and the options paralyzed her. Her father always made her wear a skimpy purple one-piece bathing suit with matching gloves, ribbons and boots. Kiko had known for years that better costumes would be better for her covert activities, but she hesitated before selecting one of these ensembles. Valthor had a nasty tendency to include sex and lack of movement in his games. Kiko grudgingly realized that her standard uniform was her best option. It would allow her to be comfortable while bound, as well as easy to strip off. It was with a frown that Kiko put on a new purple spandex swimsuit. The good thing was that she could at least wear sensible boots, no more seven inch heels for her! She had just finished getting dressed when Valthor returned, Muffy and Zena stumbling behind him. The two were covered in stickiness, almost glistening around their faces and crotches. Kiko thought they looked like shit, but hey, at least it wasn't her. Her attention was then diverted by Flora. The crazy English girl was dressed in tight shorts, a bright green tank top and for some reason, sunglasses. Flora had a new attitude, and looked ready to put something in her empty holsters on her hips. Muffy, a little bit in a bad mood since her gangbang, looked at Flora with disdain. "I didn't think it was possible for you to look more like a slut, but I guess I was wrong. Besides, who wears green with brown anyway?" Flora looked down on the Werewolf Slayer, making a visual point of look at her tattered leather pants that were now permanently stained white from the cum of fifty men. Muffy's exposed crotch was a bright red where even her superior healing abilities couldn't recover from the slamming of fifty hips. "Nice pants," Flora said. "That's enough talking ladies," Valthor said. "Now that Muffy and Zena has been properly punished, we shall proceed to the next contest." He then lead the women through more corridors until they were once again thoroughly lost. Flora suspected this was to confuse them, but the truth is, Valthor has lousy organization skills, and built the ship rather haphazardly. He also liked to show off how big his ship was, which is why he never used the Insta-Shuttles when around the captives. The room he eventually came to was much like the rest of the ship. It was off-white, had hard metal floors, was thirty feet square, and had several windows that revealed only empty space. As soon as the captives entered the room, Valthor activated their ankle bracelets. They all fell to the hard floor, and all of them were swearing as they fell. He then threw four metal balls at each of them. The balls landed beside them and the girls were afraid to see what fiendish purpose they served. "Tonight we test your primitive human mental abilities," Valthor mocked. "Each of you has been given a ball that can control your bonds and your subdermal implants. The ball is designed as a children's puzzle box, and requires you to twist and push it into the proper sequence. Whoever can release their own ankle bracelets shall be the winner. Despite your puny thinking skills, I'm hoping this won't take more than four hours. You may begin at any time." Kiko immediately scrambled for her puzzle ball. It glittered with a black metallic sheen with strange red symbols that were indecipherable. Kiko gave it an experimental twist, and found that it was broken into tiny segments, like a Rubik's Cube. Columns on the ball could turn from top to bottom, and left to right. On a whim, Kiko found that columns even twisted diagonally. She had wanted the chance to study the technology that controlled her bonds, but Kiko realized she wasn't going to learn anything. The best she could do would be to spin the damn thing and hoped she got lucky. The other ladies weren't doing much better, but Muffy felt she was on a breakthrough. She was lumping the red colors together, and felt that it was bound to do something. She was right, as soon as the red colors were together in a disorganized mess, she felt a powerful blow land on her sore buttocks. "I see Muffy was the first to discover a command for her subdermal implant," Valthor laughed as he sat down on a Chair-Drone. "If you break the pattern you have set, but then return to it, you'll reactivate the command. I would be very careful if I were you." As Muffy flopped around on the floor, trying to get her red ass comfortable, Zena was working feverishly beside her. Zena was exhausted from her previous punishment, and she welcomed the distraction of working on the ball. She wished that Fabrielle was here, the blonde know-at-all would love to try this. Left on her own, Zena twisted and pushed the strange device into many useless combinations. Hades, she would have been happy to get a spanking because at least then she would be getting somewhere. More importantly, she wished there a command that would get the taste of cum out of her mouth. Forced to give head to a group of Native Americans, Zena had swallowed more than she ever did as an evil warlord. Flora wasn't quite as in the dark as the other girls. The red symbols were similar to Sanskrit, with a few Mandarin symbols thrown in. The accomplished archeologist felt that if she could spell a word, then she could get a command. It just happened that the first pseudo word she formed was 'twist.' Flora felt this might be painful, but she was intrigued when she noticed she could add a three-headed arrow to her word. Feeling a bit mean, Flora completed the word as the arrow pointed at the other ladies. Kiko jumped as her nipples exploded with a strange pain. From her previous kinky experiences, she recognized the pain as her nipples being twisted. She held back from yelling as she felt her nipples being twisted a full circle, though she could hear Zena grunting and Muffy screaming like a bitch. When the twisting stopped and the pain became a sore throbbing, Kiko glared at the only one who didn't cry out; Flora. "Also there are offensive abilities as well, or did I not mention it?" Valthor laughed. Muffy was blinking back tears from the nipple twisting. She had never experienced anything like that before and if Cherub tried it, she would beat the shit out of him! Muffy pulled herself into a sitting position and concentrated harder on the metal ball. She was angry, tired of feeling helpless and was pissed at losing so many times to these bimbos. Her hands flew across the ball, trying anything that might get the damn thing to hurt somebody. A bizarre shape of red colors resulted in success for Muffy, someone got hurt. That someone was Zena. The Warrior's hands flew behind her, the bracelets locking together and bonding with her ankle bracelets as well. Zena was hog-tied, and at a loss for what caused it. The mocking laughter of Valthor didn't improve her mood. As she struggled to get her hands on the fallen ball, she kept rolling onto her long black hair. Zena was then distracted by Muffy's exclamation. "Cool, I finally got someone!" Muffy yelled as she tried to find another neat combination. Flora ignored the delighted girl, she was working on her next translation. The problem was that she knew how to read the code words, but it was another thing to get the right combinations. Watching Zena lose precious time struggling with her position gave Flora an idea. As soon as Flora noticed another possible and distracting combination about to form, she went ahead and completed it. She aimed the new word at Kiko, recognizing the Asian as the biggest threat. Kiko felt her ankles rise, and luckily, she held on to the ball as she floated. Hanging upside down in the air, Kiko felt her blood begin it's rush to her head. She was distinctly aware of her vulnerability. Scowling at Flora, who had a betraying smile, Kiko wondered how the fuck the English smart-ass could pull off two stunts so easily. "Damn it, she has got to know something," Kiko swore as she peered uselessly at her ball. Hanging upside down, Kiko fumbled with the ball and made an interesting conclusion; she was fucked. Flora knew something she didn't, and Kiko couldn't hope to compete tactically. Maybe, she could beat her with speed. Kiko used all of her years as a covert masturbator to spin the ball into many random combinations. She developed a rhythm to her madness, and knew it was a matter of time before she cycled through all possible combinations. Flora was working on towards completing the word 'spin' when she felt the results of Kiko's blind luck. A powerful orgasm rocked Flora's body, and she dropped her ball as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her subdermal implant surpassed the restrictions of biology, giving Flora an orgasm that lasted an impossible full minute. She writhed on the ground in happy bliss, unable even to think about the joy her body experienced. Across the room, Zena was trying to manipulate her ball without being able to look at it. It was hopeless, her wrists firmly bound to her ankles, Zena didn't stand a chance. It didn't stop her though, like Kiko, Zena was determined to at least try. Out of spite towards Muffy, the Warrior Princess kept the ball pointed at Muffy in the hope that something nasty would happen. Meanwhile, Muffy saw an unusual pattern in the red tiles she was twisting. A shape began to emerge, one that looked like an X. The thought occurred to her that this might be the symbol that releases her bonds, since an X looks kind of like a person with their limbs spread. Delighted with such an easy answer, Muffy quickly completed the shape, and pointed the ball towards herself. Muffy screamed as the result was instant. The subdermal implant shut down her optic nerve, plunging her into darkness. When she realized she wasn't in trouble, and that her eyes were wide open, Muffy stopped screaming. It still meant she fucked though. Now she was worse than Zena, she couldn't see her ball or anyone else's for that matter. Feeling helpless, she took the ball in her hands and smashed it down on the ground. The metal ball shattered under Muffy's supernatural strength, pieces flying everywhere in the small room. Muffy was stunned by her own power, and her natural teenage awkwardness made her shrink back. She was surprised when not only did her sight return, but her ankles were released! Muffy had won the contest simply by destroying her controller! "No!" Valthor screamed jumping from his chair. "You can't cheat the game that way!" Already the other girls were hammering their balls into the ground. They achieved nothing however, none of them had Muffy's sheer power. "Why the hell not?" Muffy challenged. The blonde rose to her small height and glared at Valthor without a hint of fear. "You said it was a contest of brains. Well, I used my brains to break the freaking thing. Don't tell me that little me thought of something the Big Bad Alien didn't think about?" Valthor paused, caught between admitting Muffy's dubious ingenuity and smacking the proud little girl. Finally, his vanity won out. He couldn't bring himself to say that Muffy had thought of a better idea, so he just sat back down in his chair and scowled at her. "I had planned for this," Valthor lied, "I just didn't think you would think of it so quickly. Congratulations Muffy, now sit down and shut up." Muffy reclined happily on the floor beside her smashed metal ball. Across the room, Flora was perfecting another word on her control ball. She had recovered from the prolonged orgasm, although she still had trouble seeing straight. Words could not describe how insulted she was that the fucking high school student had beat her in this contest of wits. More determined than ever, she worked on something that would keep the other two occupied. With a savage smile from the cutthroat busty archeologist, she twisted the ball to form the word 'thrust.' Zena and Kiko jerked in spasms as their subdermal implants perfectly simulated the feel of a large cock entering their sexes. Kiko moaned as the cock began thrusting, and she couldn't help but look at her assaulted sex. She could see that nothing was entering her, but there was no mistaking the terrific feel of her pussy expanding around a generous size cock. She almost dropped the ball to the floor, but luckily Kiko had a pretty good grip in the throes of passion. Still hog-bound, Zena was more helpless than Kiko when the thrusting began. After her vicious gangbang earlier, Zena's pussy wasn't in the best of conditions to be fucked. She was still startled though, the mysterious and sudden opening of her sexual lips followed by an invisible cock is enough to freak out anyone. Unfortunately, being bound with her limbs behind her back and her hands around a metal ball is the worse position for an unexpected thrust. When her hips instinctively met the thrust, she released the ball. It rolled away and Zena cursed as she felt her freedom slip away. A selfish need for revenge satisfied, Flora applied her translating skills towards her freedom. Knowing the other two were screwed, well, screwing, Flora was able to relax enough to spell out the word 'freedom.' Her ankles became free again, and she stood up to declare her victory. "Very good, now there are only two," Valthor mocked as he watched Zena wiggle towards her rolling ball. One girl still had her ball, and Kiko was still holding on to it as the thrusting came to an end. Grateful that the thrusting was on some sort of timer, she wished that her hanging position would end on it's own too. She didn't have any faith in that happening, so she continued to work, even though she was getting a cramp in her neck from looking at the world upside down. "Thank God I got a new swimsuit," Kiko muttered. "If I didn't, my damn silicone breasts would be smacking me in the face." Kiko had a bit of freedom before Zena ever made it to her ball. Blind luck wasn't getting results, and it was too hard for her to destroy, so Kiko actually tried studying the ball. Maybe it was the blood rushing to her head, or the pain from hanging by her ankles, but Kiko felt she was beginning to understand the strange symbols. They reminded her of her Glow-in-the-dark Kama Bondage Sutra she smuggled from Brazil. At least some of the shapes looked familiar, and that was a start. Curious, she tried to recreate the image of 'Beaten-Pussy,' on her ball and she pointed it at Zena. Zena was almost to the resting ball when she felt a powerful blow land on her sex. She froze in pain, though she soon realized that it was only a sharp sting. The blows repeated themselves as Kiko broke and remade the sequence. Unable to control herself, Zena flounced around as her hairy bush was subjected to a series of stinging spanks. Her shoulder crashed into the ball, and sent it rolling across the room. "This is great!" Kiko exclaimed as Zena endured her manipulations. "I have to be careful and make sure I can really control this thing before I try it on myself." Kiko worked on a new combination, the 'Breasts-of-the-Sky' while Zena began the long crawl to her ball on the other side of the room. Watching her across the room, Kiko waited maliciously for Zena to reach her ball again. Just as Zena was turning around to grab it, Kiko activated her controls. Zena screamed as her nipples pointed straight up in the air, extending as the subdermal device simulated an exquisite torture. In her hurry to end the pain, Zena even tried sitting upright, thinking that the tension on her breasts could be relieved somehow. Her nipples were on fire from the sensation of being pulled, and Zena was just barely able to contain herself from crying out. That was all the proof Kiko needed. Giddy with her brief turn with power, Kiko casually manipulated her ball. While Zena tried to recover from the pain stopping, Kiko was well on her way to freedom. As she twisted in 'Freedom-for-the-maiden,' Kiko laughed at Zena for still being bound. That was why Kiko wasn't prepared when her bonds turned off and she dropped face first onto the ground. Her body a crumpled heap, and her face stinging from the fall and sheer embarrassment, she barely heard Valthor speaking. "Amazing, it didn't take you primitive females nearly as long as I thought it would. The scores reflect how important it was for Muffy to win this contest. She has nine points, while the rest of you have ten points each. Tomorrow is our final event, but don't worry Muffy, if you tie, I'm sure I can come up with a tiebreaker game. If you're lucky, the tiebreaker might even involve another gangbang. Ha, ha ha!" "Since tomorrow is the last event, tonight's accommodations will be easier on the losers. Kiko and Zena, you shall spend your nights much the same way Zena spent today. Your bracelets will hog-tie you, and you shall be dumped in your cells with only a bowl of water. The subdermal implants will handle your food and waste needs, but I do find it amusing to watch you girls try to get something to drink while bound." "As for Muffy and Flora, you shall have full use of your food replicaters, as well as a bed, and a bath. Sorry, but there will be no new clothes, mostly because I so enjoy watching Muffy walk around in those tattered pants. Get all the rest you need, for tomorrow, we determine who is the greatest among the women of Earth!" To be continued, This story is part 6 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 6 By Shon Richards Kiko was resting on the floor of her cell. With her ankles and wrists bound behind her, Kiko carefully moved her back to the wall, in such a way that no suspicion would be aroused if anyone was watching. When her back was against the wall, Kiko slipped a small lockpick out of one of the ribbons tied around her arms. Using the lockpick, Kiko practiced undoing her bracelets, opening them a dozen times. She could believe how easy it was, but she kept practicing. Her internal timing skills told her that Valthor wouldn't be showing up for a little while. It was always good for a busty Asian who wears spandex to be prepared for escape. An hour after Kiko finished her morning practice session, Valthor arrived at the cells of his women. His swagger was bigger than usual, the purple alien could smell a great contest coming. Today he would crown a winner, and send the other three wenches home. As sexy as these Earth women were, they sure bitched a lot, not to mention that each one of them was lethal. He had done these types of games a Thousand times, but Valthor felt uneasy with this group. This is why he was in a great mood, today was the end, and after the contest, comes his own personal reward... His Drones were in attendance, four fearsome metal creatures that walked tall and held large swords that crackled with energy. They flanked Valthor as he opened the women's cells and allowed their bonds to let them walk. The Drones were trained their swords on each one as they came out. Flora looked disappointed that they welded hand weapons, which was why Valthor refused to give them pistols. That would be too much temptation for the gun happy Flora Craft. Valthor once again had the ladies follow him through twisting corridors and bizarre passages. When he felt they were sufficiently impressed by the size of his ship, he took them to the final Arena. The room was thirty feet across, and the floor was covered with a brown substance. Valthor then sat in a waiting chair, and hovered above the women. His Drones covered the door, and forced the ladies to walk in the sticky brown goo. Their boots sank six inches into the muck, and distrust was on all of their faces. "As you can tell," Valthor said safely from a height of twenty feet above them, "the Arena has been covered in simple mud. Not only is it an interesting and dangerous terrain, but most females look sexy in mud no matter their home planet. At each corner of the room, I have placed what looks like a metal dildo. This twelve inch weapon is the only way you can eliminate your opponents. When three inches of a dildo is placed inside one of you, it will activate your subdermal implants and remove you from the fight. It doesn't matter who places the dildo in, or even where it goes in, that person will be out of the fight. Whoever is left standing will win, and points will be given in order of survival. Now, you may begin!" The four looked at each other, aware that for the first time, open combat is expected of them. It was a new line to cross, one that changed their relationships with each other forever. The girls backed away slowly, giving each other room, as well as keeping everyone in sight of each other. It was clear that Valthor intended for them to forget he was their enemy, and turn on each other. In this kind of situation, it shouldn't be a surprise that it was Flora who started it. With a quick and silent charge across the mud, Flora clobbered Muffy with a double-fisted blow to her head. Muffy went down face first into the mud, and Flora was right on top of her. The Werewolf slayer was choking in the mud as Flora shoved her face down into the mud. Flora had her hands firmly in Muffy's blonde hair as she smashed her head over and over again. The English girl was enjoying herself, she didn't get to catfight much. As soon as Muffy went down from flora's assault, Kiko launched a flying kick at Zena. The Warrioress was ready, and neatly grabbed Kiko's leg as it flew at her. Spinning, Zena brought Kiko down with a splash into the mud. Kiko's reflexes was just as good, covered in mud she snapped a kick out as soon as she hit the ground. It caught Zena full in the chest, but her armor easily absorbed the impact. Zena did let go of Kiko's leg though, and the Asian was quick to regain her footing. A karate chop, a roundhouse kick and a powerful punch were blocked easily by Zena. Whatever Zena couldn't block, she managed to maneuver so that her armor would handle it. "Fuck fighting each other," Kiko yelled. "We need to take the Greek bitch out! She's the only one with armor!" Flora stopped in her pounding of Muffy, and realized Kiko was right. Fuck, Flora never fought with her hands as it was, she knew she had better take advantage of any teaming up that occurred. She got off of Muffy, and sloshed her way to one of the corners of the room. Picking up a dildo, she returned to the action. Movement was slow in the mud and she watched helplessly as Kiko slowed down in her attacks. Zena was measuring the Ninja, and it was only a matter of time. Muffy was returning to her sense, her awesome healing coming into play. She wasn't even sure who had nailed her, but Muffy was ready to return the favor. She rose herself out of the mud, and noted that her entire front was a muddy brown mess. Her thin shirt was plastered to her chest, and her tattered pants now had a new brown sheen to add to her crotchless look. A deep rage overtook her, Muffy had suffered her final unanswered humiliation. Lucky for Kiko, it was Zena who had her back to Muffy. "Fuck all of you!" Muffy screamed as she charged. Her scream alerted Zena, who turned around just in time. Zena caught Muffy with a nasty punch to the stomach, and she lifted the Slayer right off her feet. As the wind sucked out of Muffy, Kiko was already to her aid. Without Zena defending herself, Kiko was able to nail the Greek's head with a measured elbow blow. As Zena staggered, Flora ran up and threw her body in a full tackle. The Warrior Princess collapsed under Flora's, and her enemies couldn't be happier. Muffy flipped Zena and straddled Zena's face down head, twisting her flailing arms around so she could immobilize her. Zena's powerful muscles couldn't compete with Muffy's strength, she was still stunned from Flora's airborne attack. Zena was just trying to shake the stars from her eyes and trying to breathe in the mud. Kiko was delivering kick after kick to Zena's legs, trying to weaken her for Flora's dildo. It was no use, realizing she was fucked, Zena had her ankles crossed and didn't plan to release them for the world. "Damn, I can't part her legs," Kiko swore as she rained kicks on Zena's legs. "Muffy, if we flip her over, can you still hold her down?" "Like, if you mean, holding her down in the sense that she won't kick our asses, then the answer is no." To illustrate her point, Zena almost rose with Muffy on her head, but Flora stopped that. Jumping on Zena's back ended the warrior's escape. "Well, we can't just keep her here. We have to eliminate her somehow or else she's going to be really pissed if she escapes!" Kiko said. "She doesn't have to flip over," Flora said grimly. "What do you mean?" Muffy asked as she struggled with Zena's arms. "If we can't part her legs, then the only other way is down her mouth." "Well, she is Greek after all," Flora said as she raised the dildo with both arms. "Oh shit!" Kiko said, her eyes widening with understanding. "Don't look Muffy, you're too young!" Muffy watched of course, and it was in horror that she saw Flora act. Bringing the dildo down hard, Flora tried to shove the dildo down Zena's ass. The mud covered ass clenched reflexively, but Flora was determined. The mud helped with the lubrication, but it was still a hard push. Kiko was holding down Zena's legs while Muffy held her arms, but the Warrior Princess still struggled hard. Flora rode Zena's bucking back as she used both hands to shove the dildo further into the Greek's ass. Throwing her full weight into it, Flora managed to get the required three inches into her. A flash of light exploded from the dildo, and the girls jumped off their victim in surprise. They watched as Zena stopped fighting and simply twisted in the mud. She was running her hands over her body, and they couldn't understand why she had this awesome smile on her face. "The dildo activates a powerful orgasm," Valthor explained from his perch. "Several of them in fact. To be completely accurate, I have to say that Zena will experience orgasm after orgasm until she passes out. It kind of makes losing not seem so bad, agreed?" The ladies stood up slowly, still fascinated by Zena's thrashing body. There was an uneasy truce, for neither girl wanted to be the one to start something. It would be too easy to see this turn into a two on one. With this awkward peace, once again it was Flora who struck first. Flora turned around and tried to grab Kiko, intending to slam the Ninja into the mud. Kiko dodged however, and Flora only managed to grab the front of Kiko's swimsuit. As Flora fell to the ground, she took Kiko's front with her, tearing the flimsy material and revealing Kiko's enhanced breasts. "You are pissing me off!" Kiko yelled as she dropped a knee on Flora's body. As Flora cried out from the pain, Kiko lifted the snob by her hair. With Flora bent over, Kiko lifted her knee happily into Flora's natural assets. Her breasts cushioned some of the kneelifts, but not enough of them. It felt great for Kiko to finally unleash on somebody, and the muscular Ninja was happy it was the prissy snob who suffered. For fun, Kiko ripped the shirt off of Flora, and began choking the topless brunette with the remnants of the shirt. Behind Kiko, Muffy was retrieving a second dildo. The blonde was confident, she has been using dildos for so long now, they felt natural in her hand. Holding her dildo like some people would hold a stake, she sneaked up on Kiko. A quick surgical blow was what Muffy had in mind, and then it would be easy to wipe out the skinny bimbo. Kiko was debating how to kick Flora's ass when she noticed the quiet slosh of mud behind her. Spinning perfectly on one foot, Kiko rose her leg up, intending to stun the young girl with the strange powers. With Kiko's leg high, Muffy thrusted with her dildo at Kiko's exposed sex. The timing was perfect, Kiko's foot was aimed at Muffy's head, but Muffy was crouched down. The dildo slid right into Kiko, burying itself to the hilt in her shaved pussy. There was a brilliant flash as the dildo dildo activated. "Fuck me," Kiko said almost with a smile as the orgasms brought her body down. The muddy Ninja accepted defeat, and surrendered to the kind of sex she so rarely ever got to enjoy. "Remember Muffy, if you beat Flora, you will tie the score. You will face her in the tiebreaker, but beating her is the only way to win Cherub's cure," Valthor said. Flora picked herself off the mud and looked at Muffy. Bruised breasts were distracting Flora, but the danger of the odd girl with the muddy crotchless pants commanded her attention. How could she defeat the most physically capable of all of them? More importantly, how much would it hurt to find out? Muffy was thrilled that she got Kiko, and had plans to finish Flora in just as spiffy a manner. She was confident in her abilities, and saw no reason to soften Flora up any further. The older woman was already panting from her chest blows, it was clear she was almost done for. Instead of attacking, Muffy turned and ran through the heavy mud to get another dildo. Flora ran as soon as Muffy did. She picked up her own dildo, so at least she could be armed too. The mud was heavy, and Flora had trouble breathing. If she didn't have Muffy after her, she would have kicked Kiko's orgasming body a few times for revenge. When she reached her dildo, Flora knew that speed was her only hope. She kicked off her boots, and threw down her holsters, trying to be as unencumbered as possible. Large natural breasts still heaving, Flora faced Muffy as the Slayer came running towards her. Flora didn't know if the girl could get tired, she certainly wasn't slowing down in the mud. Flora started running towards Muffy, and the two girls looked like they were jousting with dildos. As they came close, Flora dropped into a roll and kicked her leg out in a sweep. Instead of tripping Muffy, the blonde teen jumped over her leg, and landed right beside a prone Flora. Muffy looked down on a helpless flora and smiled. "It looks like I beat you after all, no matter how big your chest is." "Nice pants," Flora snapped, and then dodged as Muffy lunged down on her. Angry, Muffy wasn't defending herself when she missed Flora. She hadn't taken into account that Flora's nearly nude body wasn't carrying as much mud as Muffy's and was marginally quicker because of it. Flora was on her feet in an instant. As Muffy stood back up, Flora sucker punched the muddy girl in the stomach. When Muffy bent over and gasped, Flora brought the dildo in an upward swing at Muffy's mouth. The dildo flashed as it thrusted into Muffy's open mouth. The girl's eyes went from stunned to happy, the orgasms already at work inside her body. She dropped to the ground, the mud squelching as she collapsed. Muffy didn't writhe in the mud, she merely arched her back as she moaned in happiness, the dildo still in her mouth. "Very good," Valthor said as his chair lowered him to the floor. "To be honest, I didn't think you had the power to win. You definitely have the biggest breasts, which beats muscles any day in my opinion." "Just give me the maps to ancient civilizations you promised me and let me out of here!" Flora snapped as she tried in vain to wipe the sludge from her breasts. "Oh, very well," Valthor said. He flicked a button, and the other three's subdermal implants stopped stimulating their orgasms. The three picked themselves up on shaky knees, and before they could react, their wrist bracelets snapped their arms behind their backs. "Drones, take these LOSERS to the loading bay. Send the Greek through a time-portal and drop the other two into disposable pods. I'll be conversing with the lovely Flora Craft in my chambers." The losers were silent as the Drones lead them out, and Flora resisted the urge to shout insults at them. She had a feeling that they might be the lucky ones. Squashing that suspicion, Flora turned to Valthor. "Let's hurry this up, I want to get off this ship as soon as possible," she said. Valthor merely laughed and activated her bonds. Flora fell over, hog-tied and shouted obscenities at Valthor. He muted her with a touch of a button. "Oh do shut up," Valthor snapped as his chair levitated Flora's bound body. "There never was a map, or a cure for Cherub, or a cure for Kiko's father. Sure, I've got weapons for Zena, but she'll never get them. This contest wasn't about you weak females, this was a contest to see who will be my next bride!" Valthor laughed as he and Flora flew to the Wedding Suite. To be continued, This story is part 7 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'. This silly story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a mudfight. This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com. Battle of the Heroines, part 7 By Shon Richards Kiko, Zena and Muffy were escorted through the spaceship. Their arms tied behind their backs by the powerful magnetic bracelets, the group of women were unusually quiet. For Muffy and Zena, this was because they were disappointed at losing the five day contest arranged by their captor. Valthor had humiliated them in various sexual games, and now they were being taken home by the Guard Drones. Once they reached the hangar bay, they would be sent back to their points of origin. Kiko for silent for other reasons. Now that she had lost, and lost to that bitch Flora, Kiko was determined to escape this fucked-up place. A lockpick from her armbands was all she needed to deactivate her bracelets. The deadly and vengeful Ninja bided her time, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. She didn't really know what she was going to do if when she got free, but she knew that she couldn't let Valthor get away with the things he had done. Kiko figured she owed him at least one good kick in his groin. The perfect chance came when they entered the Hanger. The wide open spaces, and the fact that their departure was imminent, prompted Kiko to action. She whipped her arms out from their bound position and shoved a nearby Drone's head into the wall. The powerful Guard Drone was caught unaware, and toppled rather clumsily to the ground. As the other Drones spun around, Kiko picked up the fallen sword dropped by the guard. A button on the handle caused the blade to flare with crackling energy. The confident Ninja smiled at her enemies, the glowing sword held firmly in both hands. "It's about damn time someone else had something shoved into them," Kiko remarked as the first sword wielding Drone approached. Kiko spun and swung low, bringing her sword up between the Drone's legs. As a shower of sparks erupted from the slain Drone, Kiko was already advancing towards her next target. Muffy was still in shock at the sudden attack, while Zena was already in motion. The Warrior Princess leapt behind a Drone that was ignoring her, and wrapped her muscular legs around it's head. With one terribly efficient twist, Zena decapitated the Drone with her legs. Muffy had recovered at this point, and ran up to the Drone hat Kiko had pushed down. Before it could rise, Muffy used her supernatural strength to smash it's head under her muddy boot. Mere feet away from Zena's kill, Kiko was dueling against the very fast Drone. It's blows were powerful and Kiko found them very hard to parry. Instead of matching strength, Kiko used her awesome agility to keep away from the Drone. Baffled by Kiko's quickness, the Drone was unprepared for a captive that actually fought back. In fact, it's programming was woefully inadequate to fight, and this was proven when Kiko pierced it cleanly through it's torso. The battle over, Kiko flipped her sword off. She walked behind Zena and began the quick work towards deactivating her bracelets. The former animosity of competitors was gone, and the girls huddled together as Kiko worked. "What's your plan?" Zena asked of Kiko in her usual sultry voice. "I thought we would get free, hunt Valthor down and leave with all the loot he promised us," Kiko said simply. She was a little turned on by the sexy Warrioress, but didn't think this was the place for that kind of thing. "That's your big plan? You haven't made any further developments?" Zena asked. Kiko's thoughts of sex among the freed were turning more towards bloodshed among the freed. "Hey, cut her some slack," Muffy interrupted. "It sounds a hell of a lot better than going home the way we are." Zena agreed, and picked up a sword when she was freed. Muffy picked one up too after her bonds were gone. Armed, pissed and ready to maim, the three really weren't sure where to go. "How about back the way we came?" Kiko offered. Shrugging, the two joined Kiko as they charged down the corridor. Meanwhile, miles away from them, Valthor brought his captured Flora to what he called the 'Wedding Chambers'. The seven foot tall purple humanoid lowered Flora's struggling body to the floor. He then activated her wrist and ankle bonds to spread her arms out in a spread-eagle position. Flora was helpless against the merciless magnetics of her bonds, and her fears rose as her body rose off the floor. She was suspended four feet off the floor, her body face down. When she lifted her head, she could see that she was eye level with his crotch. Valthor talked to his slave as he stripped off his skintight bodysuit. "As a rather wealthy member of my race, I can afford to have exotic tastes. I just happen to like alien women. Not any alien will do, however. I prefer to test my women, to push them to their limits and have them prove their superiority against others of their race. My rather well endowed cock only seems to get hard after watching five days of sensual competition. Only when this alien has proved her worth to me am I able to mate with her. One long marathon session of pure sex, and then I'm through. I toss her out the airlock and move on to another planet. I'm afraid I'm kind of fickle that way." Flora struggled harder against her bonds, and Valthor shook his head. "I'm not a cruel creature, this is just the only way I can get some," Valthor explained. "Since I don't want to cause you harm, I'll activate your subdermal implant. We'll set you to experience mindless lust, that'll keep you from worrying about dying when we're through. I'm a firm believer in making my brides comfortable during the marriage." He reactivated her speech, but before she could swear at him in the dozen languages that she knew, Valthor triggered her lust. The terrified tomb raider was suddenly calmed, as she felt her body melt. It was like she was given a hundred sensual massages by a hundred handsome studs in the space of a second. A roaring built up inside her, one that permeated her entire body. A longing then came, and Flora knew that the only thing that mattered in the world was slamming a cock, any cock inside her. Valthor ceased being her enemy and became in her eyes her salvation. Flora moaned at the sight of his monster cock approaching, and Valthor knew the subdermal implant had done it's work. First, Valthor decided to enjoy the front for a while. Flora stretched her neck out to greet Valthor's cock, and slurped as much of it's girth into her as possible. Her sunglasses still on, her head moved wildly as she tried to taste every inch of him. Flora squealed as she enjoyed the salty male taste of him. Valthor amused himself by reaching down and grabbing her hanging breasts. He crushed them in his hands, sinking his fingers into her soft mammary flesh. No matter how much Valthor mauled her bountiful chest, it only caused Flora to want him more. Across the ship, Muffy, Zena and Kiko were tearing a path of destruction. Muffy had slain two Guard Drones, three Cleaning Drones, four doors, a video camera, and what Muffy called "a strange looking wall." Zena was trying to be stealthy, but was giving up in the face of Muffy's sword mania. Kiko was rather relaxed, she never had the chance to go ass-kicking with buddies before, and was enjoying the experience. It was a lot like how she imagined a sleep-over would go. "Hey, if we find those Indians again, should we take time to fuck them?" Kiko asked. "No!" Muffy yelled. "One gang fuck is enough for me!" She then cleaved a suspicious looking trashcan with her sword. "How in Hades are we going to find Valthor?" Zena asked, changing the subject away from sex. An impossible task with Kiko around. "Knowing Flora, we could just follow the sounds of her tight shorts rubbing together," Kiko said. The girls paused, and actually did try to listen for her. They heard nothing. The only sounds Flora was making were moans, slurps and squeals. The subdermal implant was driving her crazy, and Valthor's cock in her mouth was enjoying all of her emotions. He grabbed her ponytail and enjoyed pulling her head back. Flora was so horny, she would stretch her tongue out just to taste his hard manhood. Then Valthor would slam her head back down on his cock, and Flora wouldn't even complain about choking. The normally reserved explorer couldn't move fast enough in her mind to please him and her mouth almost succeeded in swallowing his entire length. "Enough of this sport," Valthor groaned as he pulled out of Flora. She whimpered as his cock left her, but almost cheered when he stepped behind her. He stepped between her hovering spread legs, and aimed himself at her floating secret treasure. Moisture glistened on the shaved sex, and Valthor plunged in smoothly. Inch after inch entered Flora's tight pussy, and she savored every part of his cock. His hands came down on her ass and squeezed, enjoying the tightness of the muscles underneath. With this firm and delightful hold, Valthor began thrusting into Flora. Trapped by the bracelets, Flora couldn't even move to accommodate his forceful thrusts. She did these half-thrusts, trying so hard to meet him with her hips. The pain of his sudden and unforgiving thrusts were ignored by her lust crazed body. Already, she was enjoying her first orgasm, her body spasming and twisting uselessly in her hovering position. Flora's breasts were knocking together freely as she moved, and even this sensation was causing her to go mad with arousal. Having far less fun were the other girls. Muffy was still cutting down anything that moved, or didn't move at all. Zena and Kiko were exchanging kick techniques while they followed behind. Although they were more relaxed than they had been in a week, the girls were getting restless. "You know, the next time a Drone shows up, maybe we should interrogate it," Zena said. "Nope, you can't interrogate a Drone," Kiko answered. "They aren't really alive, so we couldn't threaten it." "Damn!" Zena cursed, and frustrated by the hopeless search, she swung at a door that Muffy somehow missed in her rampage. The doors swung open before she could hit it, and Kiko and Muffy noticed a resemblance in the small featureless room inside. "Hey, doesn't that look like an elevator?" Muffy asked. "It does, but how come Valthor never had us use one?" Kiko answered. "What's an elevator?" Zena asked. Kiko smiled, and said "Let's all get in and we'll show you." When they stepped in, the doors closed. After holding Zena back from smashing the doors opened, Kiko tried to figure out how the elevator worked. "There's no panel," Kiko said. "Maybe it's another Drone," Muffy said. She then knocked loudly on the walls and said "Hey elevator! Are you a Drone?" "Please state your destination," a voice sounded out. "Take us to Valthor!" Zena yelled. "It's not going to be that easy," Kiko tried to explain. Trust me, every time I go exacting revenge on someone in their base, I always have to go through a legion of guards, escape some traps and weave through a maze of doors before I find the bastard." Kiko was interrupted by a 'BING' and the doors opening. To the surprise of all involved, they were face to face with Valthor, with Flora's sweaty body hovering between them. "That was quick," Zena said dryly. Muffy was already in motion as Kiko stood there gawking. The blonde flew through the air, her nearly nude though completely muddy legs caught Valthor square in the chest. He fell to the ground with a roar, but his roar wasn't nearly as loud as Flora's screams. "YOU BLOODY BITCHES, I WAS GETTING FUCKED!" Flora screamed at the bewildered women. "Tough shit! Kiko yelled as she and Zena ran into the room. Valthor was picking himself up, dodging Muffy's frenzied sword swings. Muffy swung too high and Valthor grabbed her wrists, crushing the sword out of her hands. She couldn't believe how much strength he possessed as he lifted her off the floor. Behind him, Zena came to Muffy's rescue. The energy sword activated, she swung a two-handed blow at his knees and brought him down again. She was shocked to see her sword extinguish seconds before it touched him. Zena looked at her weapon dumbly as Valthor threw Muffy at her. "Fools! All my weapons are programmed to not harm me. You'll never leave this ship alive now!" Valthor yelled as he worked the controls on his wrist. He was programming their subdermal implants to send them crippling pain when a sword smashed down on his arm. Valthor was shocked to see her precious controls shatter from the blow. "That's funny," Kiko said as she lifted the sword for another blow. "The energy is gone, but the edge seems to be working fine." With the destruction of the controls, Flora dropped to the ground. Her lust disappeared instantly, and was replaced with cold rage. She leapt from her prone position and tackled the fallen Valthor right around his waist. In other words, Flora headbutted his crotch. "Owwwwwwwwww," Muffy, Zena and Kiko said in unison as Valthor curled into a fetal position. Later, after Valthor was tied up with the liberal use of some cable Muffy cut out of a wall, the women discussed their options. "So, all the things he promised, they just weren't true?" Muffy asked for the tenth time. "Not only that, but the asshole planned to kill the winner," Flora explained. "I don't know about your problems, but I'll be happy just to take this sword back with me," Zena said. "That's if you even have a way of getting me back." "That shouldn't be a problem," answered Kiko. "From what Valthor explained after the pain faded, all of his drones follow voice commands. They were programmed to ignore anyone wearing slave bracelets, but that's not much of a problem now. All we have to do is give the command, and they'll do what it takes to send you home." "Ok, after we send the Amazon back, then what do we do with him?" Flora asked. "I figured I would take him back to my dad. He would shit his pants if I brought back a real alien. He also might give me a raise in my allowance," answered Kiko. "Like bloody Hell," Flora snapped. "You might have been born rich, but I have to make a living. Since I was the one was assaulted by this git, I think I have the best claim. I'm taking him, and his ship, and selling the lot to the highest bidder." "You can't sell this shit," Muffy said. "People are going to ask questions, and then they'll find out everything we did here! I don't want people to find out what I've done here! I say we take what we want and we make ship self-destruct or something." "Self-destruct?" Flora asked. "Do you have any idea how much money this is all worth? Who gives a shit about what people say if you're loaded?" "Fuck you Flora," Kiko snapped. "We all suffered here, and it would be a mess to try and sell this ship. Who's going to buy it? How do we spilt the money? Why wouldn't the government just take the damn thing and throw us in prison? For God's sake, don't you ever watch X-files?" Voices were raised, women were half nude and everyone had a sword. The tension was rising, the frustrations of the past week were reaching a climax. So close to finally going home, and with the allure of treasure, extreme diplomacy was required to defuse this situation. Keeping true to herself, Flora started fighting first. An astounding standing leap brought Flora landing right beside a shocked Kiko. The Asian beauty was just able to dodge Flora's sword swing, but she had to retreat backwards to avoid the next flurry of blows. Zena casually sidestepped Kiko and Flora's combat and stood along side Muffy. "So tell me Muffy," Zena asked casually as she flicked some mud from Muffy's shoulder, "would you like to come back to Greece with me? You can handle yourself in a fight, and you got that young wide-eye blonde look that I prefer in a partner." "Umm, thanks, but you're really creeping me out," Muffy said as she gripped her sword. "Like, are you coming on to me?" "Let me tell you Muffy," Zena continued. "As strong as you are, you wouldn't have anything to worry about back where I come from. No large groups of men, no strange flying bondage devices, just you and me in the great outdoors, sleeping under the stars..." "EWWW!" Muffy said, pushing away from the seducing Warrioress. "Back off Leather-Girl! I might have been fucked by a dozen Drones and screwed by more Indians than I could count, but I'm still loyal to my man,...what's his name." Across the room, Kiko was luring Flora's attacks to an odd looking panel on the wall. With the panel behind Kiko, she waited till Flora did a lunge with her sword, and then Kiko dropped to the floor. Flora's weapon smashed into the panel, and electricity arced through her sword, showering the two girls with sparks. Flora let go of her sword before she could be electrocuted, but now before Kiko caught her with a punch across her jaw. As Kiko stood over the fallen tomb raider, she wanted to sat something really witty. Instead, the ship interrupted her with an announcement that said "Main controls for the navigation system have been lost, critical orbital failure will occur in ten minutes." "What have you done!" screamed Valthor, who was awaken by all the fighting, sirens and announcements of doom. "What have we done?" Kiko screamed back. "What kind of an idiot puts something that important in the bedroom?" Valthor tried to sit up, but failed when he discovered he was tied up. "This is where I spend all of my time, why have a separate room just to fly the ship? Before you crazy bitches showed up, no one has ever had a sword fight in the bedroom!" Muffy, who was surprisingly paying attention, asked "You mean you only have the pilot controls here? You don't have another place where you can fly this thing?" "Do you have any idea how expensive it is to have a spaceship with all these bondage equipment?" Valthor snapped. "I don't exactly make any profit by kidnapping women across the galaxy. You damn sluts have trashed my ship in less time than it took to bring you here!" "Ooops," Kiko said as she gave Valthor another friendly groin kick. "Sorry about your fucking ship, I guess we better be going now." "No," Flora moaned as she picked her nude body off the ground. "What about all the wealth we could make here? Ten minutes isn't enough time to get anything valuable!" "Try taking your bracelets home," Zena offered. "If you keep whining about money, I'll help you carry them home by shoving them up your ass!" Flora grumbled, but she stopped her complaining. She gathered her bracelets, her sword and some glittery things from Valthor's bedroom. She paused to give Valthor a good-bye kick to the groin, and then joined the others in the Insta-shuttle. "Hey elevator!" Kiko yelled as she pounded on a wall. "Take us to some escape pods or something that can get us off this damn ship!" "BING" Instantly the doors opened, and the women saw a corridor filled with tiny doors. Exploring, Flora and Kiko were able to determine that each door opened to a small, one seat vehicle. They even found one with a Time-Drive, so simple to use, it only took Kiko seven times to explain it to Zena. "Are sure you don't want to come back with me Muffy?" Zena asked one last time. The Warrior Princess wasn't looking forward to seeing Fabrielle's spiritual ass anytime soon. "Let me think about it, NO!" responded Muffy as she hit the 'ON' button to her pod. Muffy's craft fired out of the ship with a big explosion. Sadly, Muffy didn't know the latitude and longitude for Moon Valley. Her ship landed somewhere in the rain forest, where she spent the next year fighting strange and unusually horny monsters on her way back home. "Good-bye suckers!" Flora yelled as she ejected from the doomed ship. Flora did know her exact coordinates for her home, being an archeologist gave her good practice with these kinds of details. Sadly, she didn't think about what the consequences were for a crashing spaceship landing on top of a mansion. None of her studs were harmed, although Flora would have to sell everything she got from the spaceship just to cover repairs and this month's bills. "I hope this works," Zena muttered as her ship ejected. A multicolored ride later, and Zena found herself back in her right time period. Since she didn't know her location either, the ship happily dropped her in the middle of ancient Russia. Once there, using her new sword, she founded an empire within a year. She became the happy Queen of a vast land with lots of young men and women to fulfill her decadent needs. After her death, the empire quickly crumbled and history has no records of the reign of Zena, the Wicked Empress. Kiko had a more humble result with her escape. Sure, she didn't know her longitude from her latitude, but Kiko pushed in numbers anyway. Kiko was happy to find herself landing right outside Las Vegas. Nearly nude, but still lethal, Kiko decided to take it easy a few days before she called home for her father to pick her up. "After all," Kiko thought as she started hitch hiking, "it's not like I'm going to run into any supernatural teens, English cutthroats or ancient lesbian Warriors while I'm here. I think it would be safe to take a few days off." As it turns out, Kiko was wrong about everything she just said. Meanwhile, a large and very badly made spaceship was beginning reentry. The Drones were melting inside, the intricate bondage devices were turning into goo. Corridors were buckling and entire sections were flying apart into space. NASA and visiting aliens watched in awe as the spaceship disintegrated over the Pacific Ocean. None of them noticed a escape pod jettison in the spaceship's final moments. "This really really sucks!" Valthor grumbled talking like Muffy out of simple exposure. While in the safety of his pod, he swore "This is not over yet!" 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