Chapter 2

Later that evening the three, newly deputized, amazon crime fighters convened in their massive living room with Bob.
“So you say he even gave you an assignment!” said the A.I. incredulously. “Wow, these humans must stupider than you... er... stupider than they look!”

“Yeah,” snorted Kat, “they’re not too bright.”

The three had changed into their tiny teddies (not knowing most women wore sweat suits or t-shirts to sleep in) and were sprawled around their living room like posing lingerie models discussing their course of action. Massive amounts of skin from their boobs and long legs glistened in the soft lighting as they lounged in two sofas and a reclining chair

“So what is your assignment?” asked Bob

“It seems,” said Linda as she brushed her long auburn hair, “that someone has been kidnapping famous women and video taping them in compo... in campo... in embarrassing positions. Then they set them free but extort money from them. They threaten to release the tapes to the public and ruin their careers if they don’t pay.”

“Yeah,” Laurie said as she twiddled with her blonde tresses, “and two of them, a famous movie star and a state government person, refused to be extorted so the perps released the videos.”

“Perps?” asked Bob.

“Yeah,” said the blond, rolling her eyes, “duh, that’s police talk for penetrators.”

“Yeah duh,” said the other two.

“Penetrators? Don’t you mean... ah never mind,” said the A.I. “So where do you want to start?”

“Well,” said Linda, a.k.a. Crimson, “I thought maybe we could look at those tapes and see if we could see any clues.”

“Okay hang on a second.” The A.I. disappeared into the internet and a few minutes later popped back up inside his box. “Hook me up to the video box they call a television.”

Laurie went over and connected a set of wires from the back of Bob’s case to the back of the huge, wide-screen TV. After turning on the TV she turned off the lights, filling the plush living room with the eerie glow of the white static

“Okay. This first video is of the movie star, an up and coming 23 year old actress by the name of Marilyn Stark.” As he spoke, the TV flickered to life and images magically materialize.

A room appeared on the screen. It was empty with the exception of blankets and pillows laying on a blue padded floor. Just then four extremely well built, muscular women walked into view. Each of them wore half masks that covered the top half of their face from the nose up, with slits for their eyes, then wrapped around their head like a skin-divers suit, covering their hair color. Stumbling between the four masked women was a blindfolded blond with her hands bound behind her back. All five of the females were dressed in only lacy white bras and panties.

The four captors pulled Miss Stark into the center of the room and removed her blindfold. They then freed her bound hands and stripped her of her only remaining clothes while she groggily tolerated it. Once they had their prey naked, the muscle bound women stepped away.

The camera closed in and slowly scanned the movie star. The TV screen was filled with the vision of first her feet, then it slowly moved up and over her slender tanned legs before lingering on her vaginal mound where her pubic hairs had been neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. It then scanned over her tight muscular flat stomach and onto her pert breasts. The woman’s erect nipples stood straight out from her fleshy mounds and her chest rose and fell in an excited quick rhythm. From there the camera went to her beautiful model-type face, apparently to make sure that there was no mistaken the blonds identity.

The movie stars head lolled about on her shoulders and she moaned seductively as her glassy eyes tried to focus.

Two of the masked women moved in like stalking tigers and began to molest and suck on the standing woman’s firm breasts while the others got undressed. The camera zoomed in for a perfect view of their mouths wetly and noisily sucking and biting the movie star’s nipples and pulling them outwards with their teeth. They appeared to have no regard for what they were doing to the blonde as their biting and sucking grew more vicious till their saliva dripped off her breasts in a steady stream. When they pulled their mouths away the top of Marilyn’s breasts were all red and shiny.

The amazons watched in shocked silence. Their jaws dropped wide open and their eyes gaped in disbelief. Physical contact like this was unheard of in their land, only sexual combat was allowed and even then it was one on one. But the blond on the screen seemed to be enjoying it and she moaned in frustration when her captors pulled their mouths from her dripping breasts.

The four tormentors were now naked and roughly pushed their captive to the floor. The camera view closed in as one moved to her mouth and her and Marilyn began to wildly french kiss. The TV screen became filled with their tongues visibly slipping and sliding into each others mouths, gliding sloppily all over their red lips like wet pink eels till even their chins were coated with saliva. Two more began to assault her breasts, slapping and sucking them, while the last one lay face down between the star’s outstretched thighs and began to suck and maw on her vagina.

After a few minutes the captor broke the kiss then leaned over and pushed her nipple into the squirming woman’s mouth.

“SUCK IT BITCH!!” she screamed as she grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair and pulled her into her chest, nearly covering Marilyn’s face with her fleshy tit

Without hesitation the beautiful blond movie star began sucking on the muscular woman’s nipple and breast, moaning around the flesh in her mouth as the other three continued to attack her erogenous zones like hungry dogs. After a few minutes of the oral assault Marilyn’s body began to shake and quiver as she swelled toward a forced climax.

The burly body builder released the squirming woman from her smothering breasts.

Immediately, the starlet began to moan and groan, her vocalizations growing in intensity and eroticism as she surged toward the inevitable. “OH YEAH!!! OH GOD YEAH!!!! She reached up with both hands and pressed down on the back of the women's heads that were brutally biting and gnawing on her nipples, pulling them even tighter against her chest. “SUCK EM HARDER!!! YOU FUCKIN CUNTS YEAH!!! she screamed demandingly at them. “BITE THEM!! MAKE ME CUM!!!!!!“

Then, with a long almost painful scream, the movie star succumbed to her captors relentless onslaught and reeled into body shaking climax.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”

Linda, Laurie and Katie, squirmed silently in their seats and swallowed against suddenly dry mouths as they watched the video. Their breathing quickened as they stared transfixed at the five women on the TV screen in stunned, silent disbelief.

For the next fifteen minutes the four captors sexually assaulted the movie star with vibrators and dildos and strap-ons and with their mouths and tongues as they brought her to climax after climax. And they forced her to service them as well, discharging heavily from their orgasms on her face and fingers.

Then the five seemed to be all over each other. Their sweating bodies impossibly squirmed and intertwined into a mass of female flesh, like dozens of worms trapped in a small can, with Miss Stark’s blonde hair appearing now and again. Cry after erotic cry of ecstasy erupted from the squirming heap till all their voices seemed to be screaming in climax at the same time.

Finally the video grew silent except for the heavy panting and breathing of the totally spent quintet. Then it abruptly ended.

For long minutes the amazons sat watching the blank TV screen. Never had they even imagined such possibilities. Despite themselves, their breasts and lips had swelled with passion at the sexual imagery, and their vaginas were sopping wet.

It was Laurie who spoke first. “It uhmm... ahem...” she had to clear her throat and swallow to wet her dry throat. She crossed her legs tightly and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “It seemed like she was really uhm... enjoying herself.”

“Yeah well no wonder,” commented Bob.

“No wonder what?” Laurie asked distractedly.

“Couldn’t you tell?” asked Bob.

“Tell what?” said Linda dreamily as if she had been hypnotized. She too had her legs crossed and was slowly rubbing her bare muscular, upper thigh with one hand.

“Well, obviously she had been drugged with some kind of sexual stimulant,” said the A.I.

“Oh I see,” said Katie. She had her legs crossed at the ankles but one leg slowly moved up and down as if it was gently stroking the other. “So humans have to force each other to do that against their will?”

“Well not entirely,” replied Bob. “Some do it because they want to.”

“Isn’t that against the law?” said Linda.

“Not here. From what I can tell in their network, physical sex is quite common.”

“But how do they know who defeated who?” the amazon Princess asked.

“How the fuck would I know?” answered the A.I. “Why don’t I put the second video on. Maybe it will give us some clues.”

The TV hissed and flickered with static before showing the same room as the previous video. “This is the video of the government official, Janice McCord. She’s a state senator, thirty five years old, married with four children. From my research, she’s considered an up and comer in their political party - or at least she was - this has pretty much ended her career in politics,” Bob explained.

Just then on the TV screen three very large muscular males walked into view. Their heads were totally covered in a black leather masks that reached down to their necks with openings for the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Other than that they were completely naked. Their chiseled chest and body were shaved and looked they had been carved from stone. And in between their legs, swaying like pendulums, were their well proportioned penises.

The three amazon friends gasped at the site of the male’s sexual organs. They had never seen a naked male before and they stared spellbound at their thick soft poles, collectively holding their breaths.

From behind the three naked men came an equally naked woman. She was blindfolded by a white cloth that wrapped around her head, pinning her shoulder length black hair tightly against her skull. Her hands were tied behind her back and she wore a leather spiked collar that had a leash attached. The men led her into the center of the room like a prized heifer.

One of the men removed her blindfold then walked away, leaving her standing alone in the bright lights. As with the movie star before her, the camera scanned her entire body.

Where Marilyn Stark had the young toned body of a fit movie star, Janice McCord’s was more womanly with soft round hips and large breasts that hung down on her chest. Her pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into the shape of a star.

Despite no one near her, she made no move to escape or to fight her captors. Her head swayed from side to side but her glazed eyes were locked unblinkingly at the large tools of the three men who stood in a row before her, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

When the camera finished its examination of the woman’s full, voluptuous body the males moved in and pressed their body-builder frames against her while rubbing their hands up and down her bare skin. For the first few minutes they groped and felt her soft body, their six hands pinching, massaging and kneading her smooth skin from her neck to her feet as she tilted her head back, cooing and moaning with obvious delight.

Then one of the men reached up and gently pulled her unresisting head forward and down till she was bent at a right angle from the waist. With one hand holding her in place he lifted his now semi-rigid penis and rubbed the head of it against her mouth and lips, occasionally slapping it wetly against her cheeks. Finally he leaned back slightly and put his hands behind his back, his now rigid cock standing proudly erect in front of Janice McCord’s face.

The woman’s glossy eyes crossed and fought to focus. Then with her hands still tied behind her back, she opened her mouth and lowered herself down onto his engorged penis. Muffled moans could be heard from her busy mouth as her head bobbed up and down on his thick shaft.

“mmmmmphhhhhhhh”

With only the TV for light in their living room, the three amazons barely blinked as they stared in fascination and growing excitement at the never before imagined coupling. Their hands unconsciously stroked their own bare skin or brushed ever so lightly against the swell of their bosoms.

After a few minutes, the male stepped out of the way and the second captor took his place, letting the woman continue the handless blowjob on the second hard cock. The camera moved in for a close-up as she barely missed a beat. Her short black hair whipped back and forth from the speed of her bobbing head like a cheerleader’s pompom. Muffled sporadic groans rumbled from her belly as his dick continuously hit the back of her throat.

An audible groan emerged from the masked man’s throat as she took him deeper and deeper. Finally as his body tensed and with his muscles bulging from the strain, he shouted out loud and bolted out of the way before he climaxed. Immediately, the third man stepped in front of her to enjoy her hot wet mouth.

Round and round the three men went till their penises and scrotums were dripping wet with the state senators saliva.

Finally they switched positions with one man slipping in behind her. The camera angle followed him as he slapped her ass cheeks till they were red and jiggling then zoomed in as he eased his hard penis into her glistening vagina.

Her body visibly shivered as she continued to wetly suck on a hard cock.

The last man squatted on the floor beneath her and began playing and slapping at her hanging breasts like a prize fighter on a punching bag. He then reached up and began sucking and nibbling on her long fat nipples.

Stunned and speechless, the amazons watched as the camera panned back to show Janice McCord, the famous Senator being banged from both ends - and enjoying it tremendously. Her fleshy body shook and jiggled from the barrage. The audio was filled with the erotic moans of her and the men, groans that grew louder and louder till finally the camera zoomed in on her contorted face.

Knowing that she was about to climax the man pulled his penis from her mouth and slipped below her to suck on one breast while his buddy sucked on the other.

“OH YEAH!!!! she cried out now that her mouth was empty. “FUCK ME HARDER!!! SUCK MY TITS!!!!” she demanded. “UHHNNN I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!!! FUCKIN CUM........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

The screams of her orgasm echoed back and forth across the room.

Then the man in her vagina began to moan and his pace quickened. “AHH FUCK!!” he wailed, “HER PUSSY IS SO FUCKIN’ HOT!!!!!! After a few more moments of slamming his meat into Mrs. McCord’s vagina, he roared in both agony and ecstasy as he ejaculated his semen deep inside her.

Together the two of them roiled in the dual climax.

“UHNNNNNNNNNNAHHHH”

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

As the man’s pumping motion slowed, the camera swung around behind him. It zoomed in as he pulled his penis from her and seconds later his creamy white sperm oozed from her red, engorged hole.

They then untied her hands and laid her on the floor. For the next fifteen to twenty minutes the three men and the one woman tried every position in the book and it seemed like every few minutes she would scream as another climax would overwhelm her. Each of the men ejaculated inside her vagina at least once with the camera making sure to catch every shot. The finale was her taking a penis in each of her orifices, using her body to slam the studs and milk them of every drop in a groaning and screaming frenzy. The camera pulled away to a full body view of the senator who smiled while dribbling cum from her lips.

“Whoa” whispered Linda.

“Awesome,” murmured Katie.

“Cooool” hissed Laurie.

And with that the video ended.

“Okay!” said Bob. “Did any of you get any clues from those videos?”

No one answered.

“I said... Did any of you.... Hey you women okay?”

Linda, Laurie and Katie still stared at the TV screen that was now only static. Tiny beads of sweat lay on each of their upper lips and their legs and thighs were moving though they barely seemed to notice. Their eyes were glazed over hypnotically.

“HEY!!”

Bob’s scream brought them out of their trance-like state.

“Ahem... yes... well...” said Linda as she wiped at her mouth. “I like.. didn’t see anything that would tell us anything. Did either of you?”

“No,” said Kat as she pushed her hair back and wiped at her lips. “Nothing on the first pass anyway.”

“I didn’t see any too... uhm.. clue... uhm. No.. no... no clues... no,” Laurie said shaking her head in slow motion..

“You girls don’t look too well Your faces are all red,” Bob said. “Why don’t we wrap it up for the night and get a fresh start in the morning.”

“Yeah,” said Linnie distractedly, “I think that’s a good idea.”

***

Later that night Laurie lay in her bedroom wide awake on her expansive bed. She was on her back with her legs spread apart, staring at the ceiling as the images from the videos kept rolling through her head. Her heart pounded away and occasionally her body would shiver uncontrollably.

She wanted badly to masturbate but the taboos of self pleasure still kept her from rubbing herself.

“Great Ursula I wish we had a tube!” Then something came to her. “Maybe,” she thought, “now that we’re away from Amazonia the rules don’t apply and we can do what we want!”

“All I know is,” she mumbled out loud, “that if I don’t climax soon I’m like... going to go fucking insane!” She debated the two options by herself then finally determined that she would never be able to answer it alone. She thought about asking Linda or Kat but decided she didn’t want to involve them and possibly get them in trouble if it turned she was doing something wrong. “I know!” she said aloud, “I can ask the head!”

Stepping from the bed she felt something cool on her crotch. Reaching down she found that her thin lacy panties were soaked with her wetness. She slipped them from her curvaceous hips and thighs and tossed them back on the bed then headed down the stairs to the living room.

“Hey Bog!” she said tapping on the top of his case. “Wake up!”

“Huh... wha... what’s the matter?” he asked as his eyes flickered open.

“Nothing’s the matter,” said the tall blond. “I just need to ask you a question.”

“Couldn’t it wait till morning?” asked the A.I.

“No, it couldn’t. By the way - were you sleeping?”
“Is that your question?” he asked.
“No. I’m just curious.”

“Well. It’s not really sleep. More of a download. I need to organize and sort all the information from the day which takes up most of my memory so my conscious self takes back seat for a while.”

“Uhm... okay!” she said hoping he didn’t notice that he totally lost her. “Anyway, I was wondering...”

“Well that’s a surprise!” Bob quipped.

She shot him a withering glare. “I was wondering,” she started again, “since there’s no climax-a-tube, if it’s okay to... uhm... to uhm...”

“Masturbate for pleasure?” Bob finished for her.

“Yeah that. I mean, like, what do all the other Warriors do when they’re out on missions? “ she said as she tilted her blond head.

“Officially,” explained Bob, “they strongly recommend adhering to the codes of Amazonia but they know that like normal Amazonian Warriors, meaning horny as hell, they can’t expect them to go without. So they allow those on assignment to use their own discretion without fear of reprisal.”

“Does that all mean that I can... uhm... I can...”

“Masturbate? Yeah go to town girl. Go fuck yourself silly. No one will bother you.”

“Cool!” she giggled. Then she looked suspiciously at the A.I. “You’re not going to watch are you?”
“Maybe I’d be interested...,” said Bob, “...IF I HAD A DICK!! Now if you don’t mind I still have a lot of compressing to do.”

“Uhmm well just one more thing?”

“Now what?”

“Would you mind playing the video again with the audio down low? The one with the stimulator? ”

“Stimulator?... Oh you mean senator... Very well - here you go. Now leave me alone.” With that the A.I. closed his eyes and his image faded.

The TV slowly came to life and Laurie settled in on the couch and began to watch the video of Janice McCord’s gang bang. Her eyes remained riveted to the screen as her hands began a gradual climb to the mountains of her breasts. She began to knead and maul them through the teddy. She watched as the dark haired senator took a cock in her mouth.

“Soooooo fuckin’ cooool,” she whispered to herself.

With a whirl she lifted the tight confines of her teddy off her body and threw it on the floor. Now completely naked she leaned back on the couch in front of the TV and began to pinch and squeeze her sensitive breasts. “mmmmmmmmmmm.”

After playing with her soft mounds and erect nipples for a few minutes, one hand began to slowly work its way down her smooth heaving belly, caressing her tender skin as it went. Little by little her fingers crept lower till they climbed the mound of her pussy and slipped between her sopping wet vaginal lips and touched her swollen clitoris.

She inhaled sharply at the sudden rush of pleasure. Her fingers stroked the enlarged button, instinctively knowing what to do though she had never done this before. She moved two of them lower and slipped them between her pussy lips. So horny was she that her digits were immediately coated with the juices that dripped from her hole like a leaky faucet. Her discharge seeped down between her ass cheeks and onto the couch. The tall buxom amazon began to slide two of her fingers in and out, the slurping sounds echoing through the room.

On the screen one of the men was inserting his large penis into the woman’s vagina and Laurie decided that her fingers were not enough. She wanted to climax with something larger inside her. She looked around the dark room but could not immediately see anything. Then she remembered something.

She stood, walked naked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. She opened the crisper drawer and found what she was looking for - a large, long green fruit that the grocery people had delivered.

Going back into the living room, she set the cucumber next to her and resumed watching. Leaning back and scooting down on the couch she lifted and spread her legs and set her feet on the edge of the cushions. She now watched the action on the TV through the gap of her knees and thighs.

After playing with her clit some more and getting herself extremely horny, Laurie grabbed the cucumber and began to rub it between her legs, pressing the cool vegetable tighter and tighter against her crotch.

“hmmmmmahhahaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

She wanted to remain as quiet as she could but her body began to make noises like a tea kettle beginning to boil. She watched as the man ejaculated inside the bound woman and she wondered what that would feel like.

With a loud groan she angled the thick vegetable and began to push it into her vagina. Immediately the green tool was coated with her juices and easily slid deeper and deeper. She pushed till it wouldn’t go any further. She could feel her vaginal muscles clutch and grip the vegetable, sending spasms of delight through her overheated body. She then pulled it out most of the way and shoved it back in. Back and forth she went, slowly building up speed, fucking herself harder and harder.

Her tireless hand and arm pumped the cucumber in and out of her grasping hole as wave after wave of delight washed through her body from the pounding of her pussy. The thick tool roughly pushed her dripping vaginal walls apart like a burrowing drill, battering herself faster and faster.

Her attempts at keeping herself quiet were soon lost in the overwhelming pleasure that burned through her mind. She began to echo the words from the woman on the TV screen.

“OHHH YEAHHHH!!!!” Laurie cried out, “OH FUCK!!! GIVE IT TO ME HARD!!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!! With super human speed she hammered herself with the cucumber till her hands were a blur and she began to climax.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!”

Her body bucked and twisted like she was being electrocuted. For minutes on end her hand savagely pounded and pummeled her hole as if she had let it separate from her body to force itself on her. She rode climax after climax like a piece of paper lifted into a strong wind.

Finally, after minutes of euphoric bliss, her multi-orgasmic body began to relax.

“AHH.... ahhh. ahhhhh.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she hissed. Her body slumped back against the couch and her hands fell limply to her side with the cucumber still buried inside her.

Suddenly she heard a noise from upstairs.

“Great Ursula!” she thought to herself. She did not want to get caught. Quickly she stood and grabbed her teddy. She then went over to the A.I. and rapped on top of his case.

“Hey wake up!” she whispered.

Bob reappeared. “Huh... wha...”

“Shut off the TV and go back to sleep!”

“Wha...?” he asked but she was all ready heading back towards the kitchen.

“Why is she walking so funny?” he thought. “Oh well.” He shutdown the TV and disappeared.

Laurie just made it into the kitchen when she heard someone coming down the stairs. Quickly she pulled the dripping cucumber from her vagina and put it back into the crisper. She then tiptoed out the rear of the kitchen and snuck up the back stairs to her bedroom.

Unable to sleep either, Kate had lay on her bed with enough sexual energy pounding through her veins to light up a city. She stared at the ceiling for hours contemplating what in her land was unthinkable. More than once, without even realizing it, she found her hands caressing her gargantuan sensitive breasts and even once found it poised over her bald wet vagina like a cobra ready to strike.

As she lay there in agonizing frustration, she suddenly heard some noises from downstairs, noises that sounded like groaning or even crying.

She rose from her bed and decided to investigate. “And,” she thought almost unconsciously, “maybe I should like watch those videos again and see if I can spot any clues.”

Descending down the stairs the tall dark haired amazon, her full body nearly falling out of her skimpy teddy, peered about. She thought she saw a light coming from the kitchen but when she turned there was nothing but blackness. As if in a dream she continued down the stairs and found herself standing next to the A.I. She tapped on top of his case.

“Huh... wha... wha... WHAT!!! What do you want now!!” he shouted as his head came into focus. “Oh it’s super boobs.”

“I was just wondering...” Kat began before Bob cut her off.

“Let me stop you. Yes it’s okay to masturbate!! No, you do not have to worry about Amazonia!!! They don’t mind!! Here’s a video!!! Now leave me alone!!”

“But I was...” she watched as his head slowly slipped out of focus. “Now how did he know...” but her thoughts were distracted as the TV sprang to life.

Katie stood and watched as the movie star was led into the center of the room “Well,” she thought, “if the head says it’s okay.” She removed the top and bottom of her skimpy teddy, went to the couch and sat down.

“eeewwwww! Why’s the couch wet!” Since the location of the wet spot was directly in front of the TV screen she decided to ignore it and sat on top of it.

The video showed the movie star getting her nipples sucked savagely by the two masked women. Engrossed by the image on the screen Kat began to massage her massive mammaries, playing with them like she was kneading dough. She raised her hands and slapped at them, sending them quivering in waves of succulent flesh.

“mmmmmmmmmm yeah...” she cooed.

Whenever she entered the tube back in Amazonia she always played with her breasts, loving the sparks of pleasure that her fingers created. And watching the captors, suck, bite and chew on Marilyn Starks nipples had her contemplating what it would feel like. She pinched her own ultra-sensitive nipples as hard as she could, squeezing them between her fingernails. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a sensation she had never felt before.

“oooooooooo... yeah,” she hissed, “that would be fucking awesome!”

She then let her fingers crawl down her muscular stomach and to the bald mound of her pussy. Her clitoris was swollen to the size of her thumb and she gasped at the electric shocks of pleasure that rifled through her as her long, powerful fingers found their mark.

On the screen one of the captors had slipped some kind of strap-on device onto her waist and protruding from the front of it was a pseudo-penis. The masked woman then inserted it into the movie stars vagina, sending her into an erotic, squirming twisting dance.

Kate’s fingers wormed inside her seeping hole. Her discharge slipped past her knuckles, dripping down through her ample ass cheeks and onto the couch, spreading the wetness. Inside the tube back home she had gotten to the point where she could handle almost the thickest protuberance that the machine could create and now she wanted to be filled.

She looked around for something to use in place of the saddles protrusion but there was nothing handy. Then she remembered something.

Rising from the couch she entered the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. She recalled that the grocery delivery people had delivered some kind of green plant and they had stored it in one of the refrigerator drawers. With her fleshy naked butt stuck up in the air, Katie searched and found what she was looking for. Picking it up she noticed that it was very warm and coated with a slick substance. She brought to her nose and sniffed it, finding the aroma quite intoxicating.

The amazon walked back to the couch and sat down in the same wet spot with the cucumber held securely in her hand. The action on the TV was really heating up.

Marilyn Starks was on her hands and knees. One woman was kneeling behind her with a strap-on device and was pounding away with a pumping motion. She had the moaning movie star’s hips grasped tightly in her hands and using the woman’s own body for leverage. Another captor was laying beneath her and licking at her vagina. A third woman was kneeling in front of her making her take a plastic penis into her mouth.

“I wonder what that would be like?” Katie mused dreamily.

With her fingers dancing and teasing her throbbing clitoris, the amazon woman brought the cucumber to her mouth. Her tongue played with the tip of the green torpedo-like tool.

“mmmmmm yummy” she cooed as she tasted the slick coating. She then inserted it into her mouth, trying to imitate what she was seeing on the screen. She pushed the cucumber in and out while at the same time playing with her engorged clit. The substance on the vegetable left a coating on her lips which she eagerly licked off then ran her tongue up and down the length of the cucumber like it was an ice cream cone. The aroma was making her even hornier.

With her vagina discharging heavily and her body trembling with desire, she aimed the tool into her open hole and began to twist and push it inside. Even as the implement parted her vaginal opening she began to moan with delight.

“uhmmmmmmmmmmm, oh shit.....” She inhaled with a “hisssssssssssssssssssss, yeah, that feels so fucking good,” she groaned.

Her body glistened with sweat and her muscles bulged with tension. The cucumber made its way deeper into her hole, forcing it’s way past her clenching vaginal muscles, making headway only because of her heavy discharge.

“AAHHHHHHH” she cried aloud as the pent up passions from the past few weeks and brought to a boil by the videos began to soar inside her. She slammed the vegetable in and out of her hole with the speed of a two cycle engine. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the TV screen as her hands tirelessly pounded the cucumber in and out of her hole. Higher and higher she rose over the next five minutes, clinging to the delicious feeling of being full, her groans of ecstasy growing louder and louder. It felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

And then, like a bird, she soared off into a body quivering orgasm.

“OH YEAH!!! OH FUCK!!!! OHHHHH NNNOOOOOOO YEAHHHH!!!!”

The voluptuous amazon trembled and quivered and her muscles spasmed in ecstasy as climax after climax rolled over her like a steamroller. Her huge swollen breasts sloshed wildly about like waves in a stormy pond and her extremely strong vaginal muscles contracted tighter and tighter around the foreign object inside her. She pinched and slapped at her mammaries as she maintained the wild ride for minutes on end.

Finally she began to slow down, her body melting into the couch as though her bones had grown soft. With one final release, she let out a long groan of relief.

Kat pulled the dripping wet cucumber out of her vagina. The slick vegetable was all spongy and squishy, squeezed and pulverized by her tremendously strong vagina.

Still feeling energetic, she stood and went over to Bob. Once again she tapped on his case.

After mumbling and grumbling he said, “I sure hope this doesn’t become a nightly occurrence!”

“I’m going to bed now,” Kate said happily to the A.I. “You can shut off the TV.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said as the naked woman strode away, “Turn on the TV, turn off the TV, turn on the video, turn off the video.... damn... mumble... dimwitted... mumble...” Slowly his head faded to a blur.

With a light step to her stride, Kate returned the spongy wet cucumber back into the crisper and went up stairs to bed.

The next morning Kate and Laurie were sitting downstairs in the living room, still dressed in their teddies, when Linda came stumbling down the stairs. Her hair was all disheveled and dark bags hung under her green eyes. Her tiny pink teddy was all wrinkled and crumpled as if she had spent the night tossing and turning. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she spied her two fresh looking comrades and her beautiful face scowled.

“Someone looks grumpy!” said Kat cheerfully.

“Shove it up your ass,” the amazon Princess snarled as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Do you think we should tell her?” asked Kate. The two had all ready confessed to each other about their previous nights excursion.

“I don’t know,” Laurie responded, “after all we’re just going by what the head said.”

“The name is Bob!!” said the A.I. “BOB!! Or is that too tough for you to remember!!?!
The two women ignored him. “I think we should,” said Laurie. “We made a slalom oaf to each other not to keep secrets.”

“That’s slalom oath you idiot!!!” Bob yelled. “er... I mean solemn oath. Great,” he said to himself, “now they got me doing it.”

“You’re right,” said Kate. “We have to tell her even if it was wrong. Besides she’s so smart she would have figured it out anyway.”

Just then Linda reappeared from the kitchen. In one hand was a cup of coffee and in the other a half eaten cucumber. “You know,” she said around a mouthful while holding up the vegetable, “I didn’t care for these at first but as they get older they get softer and grow this yummy coating on it.” She took another bite. “mmmmmmmm.” She then sat on one of the couches and curled her legs up under her. “Hey,” she said suddenly pointing to the cushion next to her, “how come there’s a big stain there?”
“Well... uhm... it’s like this...” said Laurie.

As Linda finished eating the cucumber, the two friends explained their little pleasure trips down to the living room in the middle of the night and how the A.I. had told them it was common practice among Warriors on assignment.

“So you did it yourself,” Linda exclaimed, “without a tube?!! And you used..!!! And I just ate...!!! ooooooo I’ll get you both for that!!”

“But we didn’t know,” said Laurie sheepishly. “So how did it taste?”

“Well it was actually pretty tasty. I really liked the... oooooo NEVER MIND!!! We need to get down to business!” She turned to the A.I. “So have you found anything new Boob.”

“That’s BOB!!!” he shouted, “and yes I have. I tracked the videos through a maze of misdirection and false trails and found where they originated. I made it all the way to the source before someone or something slammed the door on me. But I did manage to get an address. Now I don’t know if this is where the videos were made but it is where it they got inputted into the network.”

“That’s a start. Where is the house?”

“It’s located on 11 Hardick Rd. in the very exclusive suburb of Colossal City called Bell Air. Turns out that it was purchased a little over a year ago by a Tabatha Sterling. I have a feeling that if she’s not one of the escaped criminals then she may at least know something.”

“Now the question is,” said Laurie, “how do we get into the house? If it is one of the master criminals then they probably have the place alarmed.”

“Maybe we should scope it out first,” said Linda. “We can fly the ship over it then take pictures of the place and look for ways in.”

“Here’s another clue,” said Bob. “I’ve just been scanning the latest news items and it seems like our predator has kidnapped another one. A visiting female tennis player was reported missing last night. I’ll print out the report for you to read.”

“Hmmmm,” murmured Kate, “I wonder what they’re going to do to her.”

“What’s that?” Laurie said to her.

“Oh nothing,” Kat responded then added “Maybe we should go to where the woman was kidnapped and look for clues.”

“Not a bad idea, Tam... er Katie,” said Linda,” but we still need a way to infilcate their house.”

“I know!! How about we use one of us for bait?” said Laurie excitedly. “If whoever the perp is thinks that we’d be willing to pay a gazillion trillion dollars to keep any videos of us from the public then they might try to kidnap us!”
“Hmm yeah,” said Linda, “but none of us are movie stars or models or business women or stimulors.”

“That’s senators,” Bob said nonchalantly. “How about I create a story and spread it all over the communication outlets that one of you is an heiress who just inherited a gazillion trill... oooo I hate you three... a lot of money and you want to get into the elite social circle. That way when they come to kidnap our bait they can be followed back to their hideout and you can nab them all.”

“I like that idea booby,” said Linda, ignoring the growl that emanated from the clear box. “But I don’t think we should do anything till dark. In the meantime you can get started on the stories while we practice fighting in our costumes.”

While the A.I. went about planting the stories, the costumed terrific trio went to their full gym. Each of them stretched their bodies first, doing full right angle splits, wrapping their ankles around the backs of their heads and generally twisting their bodies like no human with the exception of the most limber gymnasts could hope to accomplish. They then went through their acrobatic gymnastics - performing front aerial somersaults, one-handed cartwheels, back flips and other dazzling deeds of dexterity. From there they lifted weights and sparred for the rest of the day.

When Bob returned from the electronic universe the three heroines were sprawled asleep on the couches.
“Come on!!” he yelled. “Up and at ‘em sweethearts. We’ve got work to do.”
All three of them groaned, totally spent from the days activity.

“Go away Mr. Boobhead,” moaned Gladiator, still clad in her skin tight white outfit. “Can’t you see we’re sleeping.”

“Tough,” said Bob callously. “Now get your fat asses off the couch and get moving!”

Suddenly the three amazons were wide awake.

“Did he just say we had fat asses?” gasped Linda.

“Yes he did,” said Laurie as she glared at the A.I. “We are not fat,” she proclaimed, “we’re fleshy.”

“That’s right,” snarled Kate. “And muscular.”

“Yeah!!!”

The three stood and closed in on the small case that housed Bob.

“W... w... wai... wait a minute!!” he stammered, “I was only joking. I was only trying to motivate you.”

Later that evening a nearly invisible blur lifted from the grounds of the amazons mansion and shot out into the evening sky, heading for the bright lights of Colossal City.

Back at the mansion a strange noise and a muffled voice resounded through the huge house.

‘Thump, Thump, Thump’

“Ve... unny! Now... me out ... here!!” the tumbling A.I. said from the dryer.

The first stop for the three voluptuous vixens was the posh hotel suite where the tennis player Hanna Streuker had disappeared. The police had cordoned off the room and a guard was stationed outside the door but with the anti-grav ship the amazons didn’t need doors.

Dressed in their costumes and wearing their belts and holsters, Crimson, Goldengirl and Gladiator entered the suite through a sliding glass door that exited out onto a balcony. Searching around Gladiator found the light switch.

The suite was indeed a luxury suite - plush carpeting, wet bar, stereo system, wide screen TV, sunken living room, jacuzzi, sauna - the whole works.

“I got to hand it to these humans,” Crimson said, “they sure know how to live.”

Yellow police tape wrapped around various pieces of furniture and crisscrossed across the room.

“According to the police report,” said Crimson, “the door was locked from the inside, so what could that mean?”

“Maybe there’s another exit,” said Goldengirl.

“Possibly. Gladiator? Any thoughts?”

“Uhm... no... not at the moment. Hey wait! Maybe they came in and out through the balcony like we did!”

“Yeah,” said Crimson excitedly, “that’s makes sense. Then that would mean they have a ship like ours!”

“So this was definitely the work of the criminals from dissension 27,” said Goldengirl punching a fist into her hand.

“Okay, search around some more,” said Crimson, “maybe we can find something the police missed. Goldengirl you check the bedroom, Gladiator you check the bathroom and I’ll search around the living room.”

The girls went to work searching the suite for any clues. Then suddenly...

“WHOA HO!!!” It was Goldengirl! Gladiator and Crimson rushed into the master bedroom ready to fight. They spotted Goldengirl at the bedroom dresser.

“What is it!!! Did you find something?”
“Did I ever!!! Check these out.” She turned to her two fellow crime fighters and held up a frilly set of panties. “Aren’t these just awesome!?! I wonder where she got them?”
“We don’t have time to.... ooooo! Those are nice,” said Crimson as she sauntered over. “Maybe there’s a tag on them.”

The three amazons rummaged through the German tennis stars panty drawer, admiring her taste in undergarments.

“Hey do you think this would fit me?” asked Gladiator as she held up a red frilly laced bra.

“Yeah,” giggled Goldengirl, “maybe when you were ten.”

“Hey wait a minute,” said Crimson, “we need to get out of here. I think if there was any physical evidence the police probably took it away. Besides these criminals haven’t left a clue yet. Let’s take the ship and go take a look at that mansion.”

The trio departed the suite the way they came in then zoomed across the sky to the exclusive section of Colossal City’s sister town of Bell-Air.

Crimson slowed the ship and brought it down to 200 ft above the ground. After searching for a bit they found the right mansion.

Secluded and gated on thirty wooded acres, the main house stood three stories high and looked more like a massive museum than a mansion. Stone pillars adorned the front of the house like an old southern plantation. Servant houses were situated off to the east. Two in-ground pools were located at the back along with tennis courts, basketball court and an outside jacuzzi.

“Hey,” whined Laurie, “how come our house doesn’t have all that stuff!?”
The ship hovered over the mansion while the cameras took a steady stream of thermal, visual and color spectrum photos of the place.

“Okay,” said Crimson, “that should do it for now. Let’s head back.”

***

Far below the plush grounds and gentle setting of the luxurious manor, two strange looking characters, like they were straight out of a comic book, peered through the two way mirror at the squirming mass of females laid out on the blue padded floor.

“Yes, yes, yes,” cackled the purple haired man. He was short and stocky but muscular. He wore an odd suit, a turtle necked shirt and wide floppy pants, that shifted and changed colors as did his skin, flickering with different tints and hues like a twinkling rainbow. His face, adorned with a very large nose that stood out like a thick thumb, shifted to a shade of red as he gazed out on the sex scene. “I see our little sports heroine is enjoying herself quite nicely, hehehe” he giggled insanely as he rubbed his hands. “When did you give her the libido enhancing drug, Zebra?”

The voluptuous, 6 foot - 3 inch female standing next to him gazed through the mirror. She had absolutely pure white hair with two streaks of black that passed over her ears and flowed over her shoulders. She had upturned hazel colored cat-shaped eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones and a wide full mouth. A skin tight body suit of black and white stripes clung to her sexy shape, molding around her enormous, firm breasts and nipples. The suit formed itself around her vaginal mound and crept inside the crack of her buttocks. Anyone looking would have sworn it had been painted on. She had the face of a model and the body of a porn star.

“I haven’t injected her with it yet, Chameleon,” she answered in a sultry voice.

The blond Russian tennis player was using a large dildo on one of their muscular henchwomen while licking another one to a climax.

“WHAT!!!” cried Chameleon, “but... but.. but look at her!!”

“I know, I know...,” said Zebra disgustingly. “The little slut is enjoying herself way too much She’s chewing up our molls and spitting ’em out like watermelon seeds. I think our scheme may not work on this tramp. She probably thinks a lesbian gang bang will help her career!”

“Is that right?” growled Chameleon threateningly. “Well maybe we should break out the heavy guns on her. We could bring in some of my ‘special’ pets. That should take the steam out of her.”

“Perhaps,” said Zebra, “but not yet. Our problem is that I think we’re giving her something she always wanted anyway. Let’s see how she likes five men taking her on. She then laughed maniacally. “But first give her four shots of the sexual stimulant. That should give us quite a show.”

“FOUR SHOTS! But that will drive her insane! She’ll be a near mindless sex machine! One shot makes these humans fuck hogs!”

“Who cares,” Zebra answered with a wave of her fingers. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to see what effect four shots would have on these humans.”

“Oh very well, very well,” said the agitated Chameleon, “but my little creations are getting quite irritable.”

“Just keep those gene splicing creations of yours under lock and key for now.”

Just then there came a knock on the door to the voyeuristic room.

“Enter,” said Zebra casually.

An enormous muscular and handsome man entered the room. “Sorry to bother you bosses but something showed up on the subatomic molecular screen then disappeared.”

“Ahhh,” said Zebra smiling, “I believe our expected guests have paid us a quick visit.”

“I don’t know why you’re smiling,” grimaced Chameleon. “That must have been a Bob that tried to access our system. If it is amazons we’re fucked.”

“Not necessarily my cacophony colored companion,” said the sexy villianess. “I’ve been waiting eons to exact some revenge on those bitches for sending me to that hellish dimension. And if they think I will be easy prey then they are sadly mistaken. Now if I miss my guess they will try to infiltrate us first, either volunteering as a henchwoman or as a victim. They may try to sneak onto the grounds as well. In any case we shall have a special reception for them.”

“Don’t underestimate them,” Chameleon warned. “They’re the smartest and cleverest beings in all the dimensions. We’ve got a good thing going here. These humans are so stupid it’s like stealing from a blind man. I can’t believe our luck in landing here. We can do anything we want - let our perversions run free!!! So we don‘t need amazons around to screw it up!”

“Ah keep your shorts on little man. I’ve been planning this for ages and I don’t intend to fuck it up. Besides, we need to make those horny sluts pay for what they did to us. And I will not miss this opportunity!”

“All right,” said the shifting colored criminal, “we’ll have our fun with them as long as they end up dead.”

“No - not dead,” she said smiling evilly. “If we kill them, Amazonia will just send replacements! Besides there are worse things to an amazon than being dead.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Zebra began to giggle. “Being dominated and turned into our slaves!!!! MMMMMWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”