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F-Force – Part I.

Ka-zip, ka-zip, ka-zip

The camera buzzed as Samantha snapped off three quick shots. She did a quick toss of her auburn hair and turned the camera sideways to get a few vertical shots of her target. Ka-zip, ka-zip. The zoom lense Jo had created was incredible. It made objects two hundred

“OK, I got a bunch of really good ground shots all around the building and of the parking lot. That plus the blue-prints should be enough.” She talked into the hidden microphone attached to the collar of her blouse.

“Sounds good to me.” A female voice replied. Despite the small size of the earpiece, Samantha heard her teammate Brin’s voice clearly. “You should pack it in and head back. We don’t want to risk their security seeing you.”

“On my way.”

Samantha squatted down behind the tree she had been standing next to and packed up her custom-made camera bag. She was a photographer by trade. At one point a few years ago, she had worked on the other side of the camera as a model, but quickly tired of being constantly told how to stand, how to sit, how even to smile! After making a small fortune, she decided it was time to move on to her true passion – computer programming.

Samantha was 28 years old and looked like a super model. In truth, she used to be a model. If she had stayed in the business, she might have made it into that exclusive group called the super model. Her manager had always told her that, but she didn’t think so. Despite the gorgeous face, auburn her that fell in waves just past her shoulders, perfectly formed breasts (a little on the small size, but no way was she doing implants), a great ass and perfectly smooth legs, Samantha was only 5’7”. Super models were generally taller. This never bothered her and only made her more determined to do something unrelated to her looks.

She stood up, her legs extending through the short jean shorts she had put on that morning. Her sweaty tank top clung to her body, the 90-degree day taking its toll.

She cautiously moved down the hill, making sure to keep it between her and the building she had been casing. She quickly covered the quarter mile distance to where she had set up her “picnic”. In case she was discovered, she could claim that she had come here the isolated location to relax and have a solitary lunch. Fortunately, that little alibi had not been necessary. Security seemed rather lax this far out from the building. Gathering up the blanket and basket, she went over to her Jeep and headed back to The Shop.

***

Unbeknownst to Samantha, security was NOT asleep at the switch. Several hidden cameras had recorded her every move. The detail they could capture on film wasn’t very good, so her features turned out blurry and her license plate was unreadable. By the time a pursuit van could be sent, her jeep was lost in traffic.

“Oh well.” Said a southern accented voice in the dark security room, “Ah imagine she’ll be back. Probably wit friends. We’ll have to make preparations.”

***

Two hours later, Samantha pulled into her parking space at The Shop. It was a relatively small converted warehouse she shared with her two partners – Josephine (Jo) and Brin. The building was located along the shore of the river, in the old warehouse district. It doubled as work place for all three women, as well as living quarters. To the outside world, it looked like three, hip, outgoing women lived and worked there. In reality, it was the secret headquarters of the super heroine team F-Force.

“I’m home!” Samantha called out as she walked onto the “factory” floor.

50 years ago, there had been light industrial equipment on this floor. After buying the building from the bank, the women had converted it into a trendy modern looking office area. There was a front desk and an open conference room off to the side. Also in the front area were 3 desks with laptops on them. Behind all this, and visible to anyone walking in, was the “work area”. Two the left, a couple of worktables were set up with small tools and electronic gizmos on them. The right side looked like a small chemistry set. Along the wall, a sign with the words “DARK ROOM – KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING” hung over a heavy black door. The impression one got when entering the building was that of a high-end photo development and camera repair shop. Exactly what its owners wanted.

“Hey there.” Jo said, looking up from her worktable. She was holding a precision welding laser in her hand and wearing a set of plastic glasses that doubled as eye protection and magnifying glasses.

Jo was a red head with the fiery personality all red heads seemed to posses. She wore her hair short, was 5’9 and had a killer body. A lot of people commented on the fact that she looked like a young Jamie Lee Curtis. She didn’t agree, at least with regards to how their faces looked (Jo’s was more round), but the hair length and body builds were very close. Especially in the bust, hips and legs (author’s note: remember the movie True Lies?)

Jo was the techie of the group. She seemed to be able to fix any kind of electronic device. Her tinkering had led to several patents that she had sold for quite the tidy sum, setting herself up for life. She had been featured in several high-tech and engineering magazines. TIME had done a story on one of the few “successful female engineers in America.” Now she tinkered for the F-Force, creating gadgets and weapons to help the team in their “battle vs. evil” as she jokingly called it.

“I brought home some dinner for later – fresh fish!”

“Yum!” Jo replied. She knew Samantha would prepare a fantastic meal with that fish. Along with her talent for camera work, she was a great cook. Jo on the other hand, was a disaster in the kitchen. All she was allowed to do in there was clean and repair the appliances.

“Where’s Brin?” Samantha asked.

“She’s gone out for her run. Should be back in half an hour or so.”

“OK. I’m going to download these pictures and add them to the Gen-Core file.”

Samantha sat down at her computer and typed in the special access code that allowed her into the secret database the team maintained. She scrolled down and opened up the file marked “Gen-Core”. Once there, she downloaded the pictures and told the computer to combine the images with the blue prints and satellite photos. The high-speed computer whirled, and suddenly a 3 dimensional image of the Gen-Core building and grounds popped up.

What she saw was a large, two story building set in the middle of a large piece of isolated property. She clicked in a couple of commands and the image zoomed in on the building. The walls disappeared and she was able to see a 3 dimensional layout of the building. She mentally patted herself on the back. This was one of best programs she had written to date. She was in the middle of studying the images when Brin came in from her run.

Brin was the athlete of the group. A former Olympic pole-vaulter, she had made her fortune selling exercise videos and doing aerobic lessons on ESPN. Her sweaty dark brown hair hung in loose curls, barely brushing the top of her shoulders. The combination of tight running shorts and sports bra showed off her well-tanned body. She was 5’11 with a pretty face and a ready smile. Intense regular exercise had toned her body quite nicely. She was strong, but did not have that muscle builder look. Her legs were long, with perfectly formed thighs that went up to a nicely toned ass. She joked that her flat tummy came at the price of a flat chest. While not precisely an exact comparison, she did have rather small breasts, but they were well formed. The sports bra was more for coverage than for support.

“Hey Sam. Everything go OK on the way back?” Brin inquired. She was the de-facto leader of the group, and sometimes acted like a mother hen. Samantha and Jo were more than happy to indulge her.

“Yep,” Samantha replied brightly, “I’ve already got the data set up. We can go over it after dinner.”

“Great. Lemme take a shower and then we can eat.” Brin proceeded upstairs and into the living area to take her shower.

After an early dinner, the three cleaned up the kitchen and then went into the “dark room”. Inside it was set up like a traditional film development area. Brin lead the way to the back wall and pressed her hand against a brick set about 5 feet from the floor.

With a soft hum, a hidden door slid back, revealing a staircase. The steps lead down about 20 feet to a large, rusty metal door. Surprisingly, when the door was opened, it didn’t make a sound. This lead to a large room located beneath the warehouse. Samantha jokingly called it “the Batcave”.

It had originally been a storehouse and bar back during prohibition days. The cavern had been forgotten over the decades as the warehouse above changed hands. The girls had discovered it on a previous mission. The previous owner had been using it to print fake Treasury bonds. He and his two henchmen had died when their car crashed during their escape run to Mexico. The girls had quietly purchased the property.

“Dammit!” Jo swore. “I forgot to turn on the fucking dishwasher.” She spun around and raced up stairs, swearing like a drunken sailor.

Brin rolled her eyes and grinned at Samantha. “Good thing she has this nice safe job as a super heroine. I think the life of a housewife would be the end of her.”

Samantha giggled and walked over to the main computer table. After typing in a few commands, a holographic image appeared above the table.

“Fucking dishes,” Jo muttered as she entered the room. “Don’t know why I always have to clean…HEY! Very slick! That looks great!” She was referring to the holographic image hovering above the table. “All that work paid off Steph!”

“Thanks,” Samantha replied. “You build the machine, I added the language and voila!”

“Ok, if you two are done congratulating each other?” Brin inquired. “Let’s get started…”

All three women settled down to go over how they would infiltrate Gen-Core.

***

The Gen-Core mission started like most others:

It had been a week since the completion of their last mission. The team had finished recovering from its ordeals and was working back into top shape. At about 2 in the morning on Tuesday each of the girls was woken up from a deep slumber by a special alarm clock in each room. A MESSAGE was coming through!

Brin, Samantha and Jo immediately jumped out of bed and met out in the living room. The air conditioner was broken (again); so all the windows were open. A slight breeze stirred the air.

Jo, clad only in her string bikini panties and cropped t-shirt that barely covered her large breasts, picked up the TV remote control, pointed it at a wall where there was no TV and pressed a series of buttons. Immediately a hidden panel in the wall slid aside to reveal a flat screen TV embedded in the wall.

“I wonder what he has for us now? Doesn’t he have a fucking watch?” she muttered sleepily.

Samantha climbed onto the couch and tucked her legs under herself. She had taken the time to put on a short silk robe. She had been sleeping topless – her room was so hot – and a fair amount of cleavage was visible through the opening in the robe. “Who knows how the mysterious Mr. M’s mind works?” she said behind a yawn.

“Beats me.” Brin said, wiping sleep from her eyes. She was clad in a t-shirt that barely covered her panties, her long muscular legs shown off in their full glory. She sat down on the La-z-boy chair, kicked out the footrest, and crossed her ankles. “I’ve been trying to figure him out for the past year, and I still have no clue who he is or how he gets his info.”

The girls had encountered Mr. M (as Samantha had dubbed him) soon after acquiring their abilities. They had been mostly taking on gangs and low-level drug dealers when a mysterious e-mail to Samantha arrived one day. It directed to her go to a certain web site using a special password. To her shock and horror, the web site contained pictures of the girls in full costume next to pictures of their normal selves! Someone knew who they were! She quickly called the girls over to her picture when the screen suddenly shifted. The outline of a man in a dark room appeared.

He did not identify himself, stating only that he wanted to help F-Force realize their full potential in their “battle against evil”. He said they were wasting their powers on small time criminals and that they should be going after those “special” villains that far outclassed normal law enforcement.

To prove his good faith, the mysterious stranger provided the girls with leads on several high profile mob villains. He also supplied them with hard to get electronic components and weapons. It was Mr. M who had turned them on to the location of the warehouse.

Over the past year, a strong level of trust had built up between Mr. M and F-Force. He was sort of like “Charlie” and they his “Angels”. The only draw back seemed to be that he only called them at the start of a mission and at the end it. Nothing in between. No extra info or equipment. Or help, as the girls had found out on a few occasions.

“Good evening ladies.” The disembodied voice said. “Sorry to have disturbed your sleep.”

“No problem” Jo said. Privately she thought these briefings were purposely timed for this hour of the night so that Mr. M could get a look at them in their bed clothes.

“Your next mission is to stop this man, Professor VonTrap.” A picture of a weasly looking man with coke bottle glasses and buckteeth appeared. “He is an insane biologist and geneticist who is working on developing a chemical that sterilizes men. According to my sources, he is very close to completing his task.

“Von Trap is the chief scientist and owner of Gen-Core. It is a front company that claims to be working on genetically altering vegetables. This is not the case”. The screen shifted again to a picture of a modern building set in the country.

“Your mission is to break into Gen-Core and destroy his work. Make sure all his notes are taken care of.”

“Sounds simple enough” Samantha said. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. This is merely a stealth mission. Sneak in, destroy his work, and get out. The authorities don’t know anything and most likely won’t be alerted once you’ve succeeded. Too many questions will be asked.”

“What’s to stop him from just starting over?” Brin asked.

“Part of the chemical formula is an extremely rare substance. VonTrap has been working on this project for 3 decades. It takes that long just to synthesize the stuff and there isn’t any more on the planet.”

“Will there be any resistance?” Jo asked.

“Reports show only your typical run of the mill thugs. Shouldn’t be a problem. That’s it. I will talk to you again when the mission is over.” The screen abruptly shut off and the wall panel slid into place.

“Typical.” Jo muttered. They went back to bed and began planning in the morning.

***

F-Force – Part II.

That had been a week ago. In that time they had scouted the property, hacked into the building designer’s database, and learned as much as they could about Gen-Core. There wasn’t much since it was a private company.

Their planning complete, the girls got into their uniforms. All 3 subscribed to the theory that a revealing costume is a better costume. Most of their enemies were male, and thus the distraction of well visible cleavage or a bare leg gave the girls an added advantage.

Each woman had her own unique costume. When they were kids, they had enjoyed reading comic books about super heroines and had styled their outfits and alter egos after their favorites.

Samantha’s favorite was Avengelyne. She admired the “fallen angel’s” determination to stay faithful to her beliefs despite the trials that afflicted her. She also admired the sensuous beauty’s costume. Sam liked being a daredevil and her hero’s costume certainly was daring. She wore a pair of navy blue 3-inch heel boots that went up to just below her knees. Her legs were completely bare except for a pair thigh holsters. On top, her costume looked like a spandex cross. It covered her neck, but left her shoulders bare. The material ran down the front of her body to her crotch, covering her neatly trimmed sex. There was a strip of material that crossed her chest and ran around her back, like a strapless bra. Fishnet stocking material covered her body from below her breasts on either side of the cross’ “base”. The fishnet covered her back below the bra and tapered down to meet the bottom of her front, forming a thong. She strapped her “light saber” onto the right thigh holster, and a sophisticated palm pilot onto to the other. She called it her “tricorder”. A pair of gloves that went to her wrists completed the outfit.

Jo was a huge fan of the Black Widow. She wore a gray one-piece suit with a hidden zipper that ran from her navel up to her neck. She never secured it all the way though. It was normally zipped down to a point between her breasts, showing them off to good effect. It fitted her like a second skin, showing off every curve of her luscious body. A g-string panty was the only thing she could wear under it, since the crack of her ass could be faintly seen, so tight was the suit. She loved it! She next strapped on her wrist bracelets. Each one could fire 3 energy blasts, strong enough to stun a charging rhino or blast open a heavy door. The right bracelet had a thin cable and grappling hook, while the left contained her communicator. Next came a thin tool belt that hung low on her hips. It contained lock-picks, some small tools, and extra charges for her wrist blasters.

Brin never really had a favorite, so she combined a couple of elements of various heroines. On her feet, she wore a pair of black leather boots with a 3 inch heal that reached to just below her knees. Her costume consisted of a pair tight, short black shorts, cut high on the hip, to give her tanned legs maximum exposure. They barely covered her ass cheeks. The top of the shorts ended just below her navel. On top, she wore a tight long sleeved black turtleneck shirt. It ended below her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed. Long, black gloves covered her arms and hands. On each of her forearms, there was a metal rod. These weapons were copied from Mockingbird. They could be used as bo-sticks, or combined to form a long telescoping battle staff. In a pinch, they could be thrown to devastating effect.

Each woman put on a mask that went over the eyes. It was held in place by special glue Jo had developed and was keyed to their genetic code. Only they could remove the masks.

All in all, a lot of skin was shown. They didn’t mind. They looked good and knew it. Besides, it wasn’t as if they needed body armor.

The chemical explosion that altered the three friend’s lives affected them in various ways.

Each woman was now highly resistant to physical damage. Not that they couldn’t be hurt, it just was that their bodies could withstand more punishment than the average person. Bullets still penetrated, although not as deeply and knives had a hard time breaking their skin. Blunt objects, like fists and clubs, still hurt, but rarely broke any bones.

They had each acquired amazing recuperative powers as well. Broken bones healed in a week and abrasions in a day. It was very convenient in their line of work.

Their strength and reflexes were honed to the level of female Olympic gymnasts.

In addition to these common powers, each woman had acquired her own unique set of powers.

Samantha’s ability with languages had jumped a hundred fold. It took her only a week to learn a new language. She also was quite possibly the world’s greatest hacker. The Internet was lucky she used her skills for the good of mankind! Her name was Cipher.

Jo’s reflexes and agility were heightened even further than her teammates. She could attack faster than a striking cobra. She chose the name Serpenta

Brin’s strength had multiplied beyond that of her teammates. She was as strong as five men and could rip the door off a car. Her resistance to damage was higher too. Her code name was Olympia.

After suiting up, the girls piled into their stealth van and drove the tunnel to the secret exit that led to the streets above.

***

“How does it look Cipher?” Olympia asked.

“So far, all the scans are coming up clean. No sign of extra activity or extra patrols.

They were sitting in the back area of the van. It was their mobile command center. They were parked about a 200 yards from the edge of the property. The van was stealth mode – a special surface gave it a chameleon effect, allowing it to blend into the background.

“Weather looks good for our little foray.” Serpenta said. It had started to rain a little after 10 that night. By the time they reached the area, it was 1 a.m., and the rain had stopped. Clouds still covered the sky, threatening more rain, but also blocking any moonlight.

“All right,” Olympia said. “Looks like we’re ready to go. We’ve all got our wrist communicators and ear pieces, so let’s do this.”

F-Force left the van and entered the property of Gen-Core, confident that they went unnoticed. A confidence that was completely unfounded.

***

“Ah, here they are!” The same female voice with the southern accent spoke in the security room. A beefy hand reached out and pushed a button.

“Yes?” A male’s voice, with a heavy German accent.

“Professor, it seems that we have some visitors. The women of F-Force have arrived.”

“Vhat!? Sheis! Deal with them! That is what I pay you and all those guards to do. I expect this to be taken care of. I don’t vant to be further disturbed until you have them.”

“No problem professor. Ah’m gonna let ‘em get in though. Ah want to see what they’re up to.”

“Yah! Gud idea. I think I may want to talk to these vimen as vell. Call me when they’re ready.” CLICK. The conversation was ended. The woman then clicked another button. This time it was answered by a woman.

“Get everyone ready. It’s time for some fun!”

“Yes ma’am. We see them on our screens as well,” The voice replied eagerly. “What’s the game plan?”

“We capture them and turn them over to the professor. He wants to talk to them.”

“Do we have to turn them over right away?”

“Naaaaahhhh. I think we should “talk” to ‘em first.” Both women laughed evilly.

***

The girls cautiously approached the fence. It was about 200 yards away from the building. The fence was 10 feet high and was charged with enough electricity to kill a full-grown man.

Without a word spoken, Olympia approached and stopped about 2 feet from the fence. She turned her back to it and joined her hands together. Serpenta went first. She ran right at Olympia who flexed her knees and lowered her hands. Serpenta put her right foot in Olympia’s hands. Olympia then lifted and tossed her up and over the fence. Serpenta did a somersault in the air and then landed on the other side of the fence in a crouch. All three of them froze, waiting to see if their actions had caused an alarm.

Cipher shook her head, her pony waving back and forth, and put her tricorder back in its case. Her scans revealed no electronic transmissions. She quickly repeated Serpenta’s maneuver.

Olympia combined her bo-staves and telescoped the staff to its maximum size – 7 feet. She then ran at the fence and vaulted it. Her enhanced strength made the task a simple affair. Lots of practice allowed her to hold onto the staff and bring it up over the fence without touching it.

“Ok, this is where we split up.” Olympia said. “We’ve each got a job to do, so let’s get to it.”

Each woman ran off in different directions, a light drizzle beginning to fall.

***

OK, they’ve split off. Team 1, you intercept Serpenta at the power station. Make sure you let her shut the power down. The back-ups will keep the professor’s labs running. Team 2, follow Cipher and see where she goes.”

“What about Olympia, boss?” The voice on the other end of the radio asked.

“Ah wanna deal with her myself,” The as yet unidentified voice said.

***

F-Force – Part III - Serpenta

Serpenta approached the power station. It was a small, separate, three story building that controlled the power to the facility. Her job was to shut down the power to the automatic locks and security alarms. She reached the building and stood with her back to the wall. There were no ground level windows, but scans had shown there was a skylight. She pointed her left wrist up at the roof and used her grappling hook and line. She quickly climbed up to the flat roof and peered inside.

Inside was a large open area with a small generator. There were two guards - one on a catwalk almost directly below her, and one in the control booth on the second level.

After waiting for the guard below her to pass by, she took out her glasscutter and opened a hole big enough to slip through. She silently dropped to the catwalk. The guard must have felt the vibration of her landing though. He began to turn around saying “Wha…”

Serpenta didn’t let him finish. She leaped at him with a flying kick, hitting him square in the jaw. He dropped like a stone.

Luckily, the generators masked the noise of his rifle falling to the catwalk. She dragged him to the far end of the catwalk, into the shadows. Next was the control booth. There was no way to approach it without being seen. Once again she used her grappling hook. Snagging an overhead beam, she swung herself right at the glass wall of the booth.

The guard couldn’t believe what he was seeing. One second everything was calm, the next, there was a hot babe swinging in the air right at him. About halfway through the swing, she pointed her right arm at the window and a blast of energy shot forth, shattering the window! She then flew through the opening, and gracefully landed in a roll. She came up quickly on one knee and fired again, this time blasting the emergency alert button.

“Don’t move!” Serpenta said. The guard, seeing that the alarm was useless, had begun reaching for his gun.

“I don’t want any trouble.” The guard said, raising his hands. Suddenly the door to the booth burst in, and a third guard (who had been on the main floor taking readings) burst in. The first guard kicked his chair at Serpenta and reached for his gun, hoping to take advantage of the situation.

They didn’t stand a chance. Serpenta leaped over the chair, at the same time dodging the bullets the second guard sent her way. Her body was fully extended, parallel to the floor. In mid leap, she pointed her wrist blasters at both guards and hit them with her Cobra Strike! Both men went down immediately. They would be out for several hours.

Picking herself off the floor, Serpenta moved over to the console and began typing. Cipher’s directions were complete and on the money. In seconds, she had turned off the locks and alarms in the main building.

“OK girls, you’re good to go,” she said into her communicator.

“Thanks sweetie!” Cipher’s voice came through.

“Any problems?” Olympia asked.

“Nah! Just a couple of shit piles I had to take care of.”

“All right. Stay safe. Out.”

Serpenta began typing again. She stood up and went over to another console. There was a red button with the words “AUTO DESTRUCT INITIATOR” next to it. She was reaching to push the button when suddenly a loop of rope coiled about her right wrist!

“What the fuck???” she said as she was suddenly yanked backwards. As she spun around, a woman doing a kick similar to the one she herself had just performed on the catwalk struck her in the jaw. The blow momentarily stunned her. It was enough time for the rope wielder. Before she knew it, Serpenta was on her knees, her wrists were tied to her forearms behind her back, the rope extending up her upper arms, wrapping around her chest – below and above her breasts – and then ending around her throat.

“Well, lookee what we got here!” A blond woman in a cowgirl outfit said. She was about Serpenta’s size, maybe a little taller. She cruelly put her booted foot in the small of Serpenta’s back and pulled back on the rope. Serpenta’s back arched painfully, thrusting her breasts out.

Serpenta got a better look at the two women. The cowgirl was a blond with her hair in pigtails. She had on a flannel shirt tied at the waist. Below that, there was a pair of black panties and leather chaps. Her face was twisted in a cruel smile.

“This is how we rope ‘em up at the ranch!” She said to her companion – a short Asian woman wearing an all black outfit.

“Well, I guess you country hicks never tried roping a snake!” Serpenta said as she did a back flip towards the cowgirl. In the middle of her backwards somersault, she planted both feet in her captor’s stomach. Cowgirl immediately doubled over and let go of the rope.

Serpenta finished her roll and hopped to her feet, dodging another flying kick from the Asian woman. She frantically tried to get her hands free, but the ropes were too tight. She couldn’t even activate her communicator.

The Asian woman spun around faster than Serpenta expected. She landed a kick on Serpenta’s upper arm, throwing her off balance. Serpenta stumbled, recovered and lashed out with a kick of her own. Her attacker ducked and swung her left leg out, catching Serpenta’s leg and causing her to fall. She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a smashing kick aimed at her head. She then raised her hips off the floor and landed a kick squarely on her opponent’s chest, causing her to grunt and fall on her back.

Serpenta scrambled to her feet and was preparing to attack when suddenly a lasso fell over her head, down her body and settled at her ankles. Cowgirl had recovered from the blow! She yanked on the rope, tightening the noose and yanking Serpenta to the floor. Without her arms to break her fall, Serpenta crashed on chest and head, stunned.

Before she could recover, her knees and thighs were roped together. Her legs were then bent towards the small of her back and tied to the rope around her neck and arms in a cruel hog tie.

“Clever super hero girl good fighter, but not good enough.” The Asian woman spoke for the first time in accented English.

Serpenta strained at the ropes, but it was no good. The ropes weren’t budging.

“Ughh! You bitches better let me go! As soon as I get loose, I’m gonna kick your asses!”

“Now that ain’t polite.” Cowgirl said. She reached down and flipped Serpenta on her side. Her hand moved inside Serpenta’s costume, rubbing her breast. “My, ain’t these nice!” She said with a grin. She gave the breast a cruel squeeze.

“You fucking whore!” Serpenta said, yelping in pain.

“Aw, why don’t we shut you up! Foul mouthed Soooperhero!” Cowgirl said. She removed a bandanna from around her neck and shoved it into Serpenta’s mouth.

“Mmmph! Mmmmph!” Serpenta’s protests went unheard. The Asian woman went to the booth’s desk and returned with some duck tape. She put a couple of strips across Serpenta’s mouth, sealing the gag.

“Much better! You certainly ain’t a lady! Haw haw haw!” Cowgirl smirked down at Serpenta who was glaring at her captors in frustration.

The Asian fighter reached down and undid Serpenta’s belt and wrist bracelets. She was now completely helpless! The two women left the room momentarily, leaving their struggling captive behind. They quickly returned carrying a five-foot long metal pole. They threaded it into Serpenta’s bonds and then lifted her up.

Serpenta groaned as all her weight settled on her shoulder and hips. She was hanging from the pole, body twisted into a tight “U”, her breasts hanging down.

Her captors carried her down the stairs and outside, each step sending fresh waves of pain throughout her body. They tossed her into a waiting van and drove towards the facility.

***

F-Force – Part IV - Cipher

While Serpenta was being ambushed, Cipher was making her way to the data center.

Her goal was towards the back of the main building on the first floor. The outer door locks had been disengaged and she cautiously crept through the closest side entrance. The halls were dark, illuminated only by the dim emergency lights set at regular intervals. Sticking to the shadows and keeping alert for the random guard, Cipher crept down a hallway that ended in a “T”. The hallway continued left and right. She wanted neither direction. Her goal was behind the double doors in front of her. A sign above them said “Computer Center – Authorized Personnel Only”

“Authorized? Hmmm. I wonder what it takes to become authorized?” she said, grinning to herself. She tested the doors and found them to be still locked, which wasn’t a surprise. Serpenta’s hacking was only supposed to undo the outer doors.

To the right of the door was a security panel. Cipher took out her “tricorder” and typed in a few quick commands. The pale green light emitting from the screen illuminated her face. She then held the back of the tricorder to the front of the security panel. A couple of soft beeps from the tricorder were followed by a soft “click” from the door.

With a smile, Cipher reached over and opened the now unlocked door. “Piece of cake!”

Cautiously, Cipher slipped into the hallway on the other side of the door. Unlike the outer hall, it was fully lit. “Damn, must be a separate power source” she thought. In addition, the upper half of the walls were made of glass so that one could see into the rooms. Ducking down, she crept below the window line. She hadn’t seen any guards, but she didn’t want to take any chances either.

After passing three doors, she reached the room she wanted. The lock on this door was disengaged just as easily as the last one. According to her data, this was the central data storage room. The room was set up with rows of storage racks and computer servers that were 6 feet high.

Cipher slipped into the room, her long, bare legs flashing gracefully as she moved. Quickly moving between the rows, she reached the back of the room and the terminal she needed. It was behind one of the racks, so she couldn’t be seen from the main hall. She sat down at the chair, wincing at the feel of the cold cheap vinyl on her bare buttocks, and began to hack.

***

At that moment, eight guards entered through the double doors of the main entrance. Half were armed with clubs and half with tasers. A tall, almost skeletal woman in an all black leather body suite followed them.

“Spread out! I want her found.” She said.

The guards wordlessly broke into pairs and began a room-to-room search.

***

Cipher was still working on breaking through the security walls of the computer system when she heard a soft “click” from the front of the room. Someone was in here!

“It’s never easy.” she thought to herself.

Cipher stood up and silently glided over to the racks. She could hear someone coming down the center row towards the back of the room. Cipher went to the far left wall and crept up towards the front, intending to ambush whoever was in the room. Cipher positioned herself at the far end of one of the rows. Hidden from view from anyone walking down the center aisle, she waited for the guard to pass her row. As soon as she saw a pair of feet, she went around the opposite side of the rack, and snuck down the aisle. Poking her head around the corner, she saw the guard’s back. He was two rows ahead of her and completely unaware of her presence.

With a casual grace, Cipher silently moved up behind him. She couldn’t resist! She reached forward and tapped him on the shoulder!

“What the…?” The guard said in puzzlement. He turned around and froze at the site before him. Standing there was a gorgeous masked babe dressed in one of the skimpiest outfits he had ever seen. His eyes quickly took in those long legs and traveled up to rest on her breasts, the nipples poking through the thin material.

“Looking for me?” Cipher said softly. She was standing in one of her “sexy model” poses, her figure shown off for full effect.

Before the guard could answer, Ciphers right leg snapped up into his groin! The blow was sudden and painful. Not a sound escaped his lips as he doubled over in pain. Cipher followed up with a sidekick to his jaw. The guard fell over, unconscious, in a heap, his taser rattling on the floor as he dropped it.

Cipher squatted down was reaching for the guards radio when she heard “HEY!”. Looking up, she saw a SECOND guard running towards her down an aisle. He must have been on the other side of the room! To make matters worse, he was barking into his radio.

“She’s in the central storage room! Johnnie’s down! All units converge!”

“Uh oh! That does NOT sound good!” Cipher said as she stood up into a fight stance. The guard charged her, swinging his club at her head. She ducked and moved to the side, sending a punch into his kidney. She had to finish him off fast, before the other units “converged”.

The guard grunted from her blow and swung at her belly. She tucked her stomach in, bending her upper body and legs forward. His back swipe was aimed at her head. She ducked the attack. The momentum of his missed blow threw the guard off balance and Cipher took advantage of the situation. She moved in and punched the guard in the face with a stiff, whirlwind blow. This was followed up with a short jab to the chin. He tried to recover with another swipe of the club, but she suddenly wasn’t there!

Cipher dropped to the floor. Bracing herself on her hands and left leg, she extended her right leg straight out into a devastating kick to the man’s stomach. He doubled over, the wind completely knocked out of him. She stood up and finished him off with a perfectly placed karate chop to the back of the neck.

At most, 10 seconds had passed since the guard’s warning. Cipher could hear the sound of several people running down the outer hall in her direction. She ran towards the front of the room and positioned herself behind one of the shelves.

Six guards entered the room. “Need to improve these odds a bit.” She thought to herself. Thankfully, the guards split up into pairs. Cipher waited until one pair was on the other side of the shelf she was hiding behind and then PUSHED! With a loud creak, the heavy shelf tipped over. The guards had time to look up and yell just before it fell and pinned them.

This tactic, while effective, also revealed Cipher to the other guards. “Get her!” One of them shouted. All four began converging on her.

Cipher reached down and pulled out her “light saber”. While it wasn’t like the weapon from the famous movies, she had given it the name the second Jo had made it for her. In reality, it was more like a neural blade that operated under the same principles as a taser. As soon as she turned it on, a thin piece of metal extended two and half feet from the hilt. An electrical charge could visibly be seen running along the “blade”, giving it a glow and making it appear like the weapon used in a galaxy “far, far away.” The hum of electricity even made it sound like the real thing. The charge was strong enough to knock out an ape if a solid connection was made.

Cipher charged the pair of guards coming at her from the right side. Luckily the aisle was narrow enough so that only one could attack her at a time. She leaped over the leading guard, avoiding his blow with the club and landed a kick on the chest of the one with the taser, sending him sprawling on his back. She elbowed the first one in the gut as he was spinning around. She turned and swung her saber into the guard’s chest. He screamed once and then passed into unconsciousness.

By this time, the guard she had knocked down had recovered and the other two had closed the gap. Guard #1 got up on one knee, aimed his taser, and fired! Cipher, seeing him ready his weapon, was prepared. She arched herself backwards, the taser prongs and wire just barely passing over her breasts to land into the chest of Guard #3. He had time to register surprise before the electrical shock sent him to dreamland. Guard #4 also had a taser. He managed to fire on target, but Cipher blocked the prongs with a slash of her saber.

Suddenly, Cipher was wrapped up in a pair of strong arms! Guard #1 had dropped his taser and grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. Guard #4 moved towards her. As soon as he got close enough, Cipher kicked him with both legs. She connected and knocked him flat on his ass!

“Dammit! Hold her still!” He yelped from the ground.

“I’m trying, but she’s a wildcat!” The first one shouted back.

Cipher was struggling against her captor, but he was too strong. Switching tactics, she slammed her foot down on his instep. The guard, distracted by the beauty’s tits rubbing against his arms, yowled in pain and released his grip. It was all she needed. Cipher reversed the grip on her saber and stabbed backwards, connecting with guard #1’s crotch. He literally shrieked “Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhhgggggg” and then passed out.

Not waiting for his body to hit the ground, Cipher extended her leg and did a spinning kick right into the remaining guard’s surprised face. He fell over with a groan.

By this time, the two guards that she pinned had managed to extricate themselves from their trap. They cautiously approached the heroine.

“Now do you boys want some more of this? I’ve barely broken a sweat.” She wasn’t lying. The adrenaline rush of the fight had quickened her pulse and breathing, but she had the conditioning of an Olympic athlete, so she wasn’t even close to being tired.

“Nah!” One of the guards snarled. “I think we’ll just stand back and watch the finale!”

Puzzled, Cipher raised her saber, preparing to defend herself from another taser attack. Suddenly there was a loud “CRACK!” from behind her. She felt a slight sting in her right wrist as a leather whip wrapped around it and pulled! The force of the pull made her release her saber. Faster than the eye could follow, a second whip cracked, this one wrapped around her throat and began choking her.

Cipher reached up with both hands and tried pulling at the whip. It was too tight. She couldn’t get a grip. Her air was running out! She fell to her knees and saw the two guards grinning at her as they approached. Her vision started to go blurry and the last thing she saw as she fell to her knees was a tall, skeletal woman with a long white ponytail standing over her.

“Bring her down to the basement” she said in a raspy voice that had smoked too many cigarettes. The two guards grinned and picked up the unconscious heroine off the floor. One grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs slightly apart. The other picked her up from under her armpits. They carried her down the hall to a hidden elevator. The doors closed with an ominous “thud”.

***

F-Force – Part V - Olympia

Olympia quietly crossed through the waiting room on the executive level. She made her way to the far corner, where the CEO’s office was. The door was locked. Nothing special to it though. She grabbed the handle with her right hand, braced her left on the door itself and PULLED with all her strength. For a second nothing happened, and then the handle was broken off the door.

“Jo has her lock picks, Sam has her tricorder…Sometimes the direct method is best.” Olympia said to herself with a grin.

Tossing the broken handle on the floor, Olympia entered the room. It was huge – at least 75 feet long and 40 feet wide. At the far end was a massive desk behind witch was a floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall, window. About halfway down was a large fish tank that dimly illuminated the room. Olympia paused to look at it on her way to the desk. Just some large angel goldfish. Very pretty.

Olympia reached the desk and started going through the drawers. In the bottom left one she found what she was looking for – reports detailing the progress of the project. She was laying them out on the desk when she heard a female voice with a heavy southern accent.

“Now, now. Don’t y’all know ya shouldn’t be trespassin’ in this here office. This is private property.”

Olympia looked up and saw a massive, ugly woman standing at the center of the room. She hadn’t heard her come in. The woman had to be close to 7 feet tall and weigh at least 300 pounds. She had the body of a wrestler gone to fat. She wasn’t obese, but there were a lot of extra pounds and flabby skin hanging on that huge frame. She was packed into a tight black leather corset and a pair of black leather panties. Boots that would be considered waders on a man ran well up her thighs. Black gloves covered her arms just past her elbows and she wore what looked like a studded dog collar. Wherever there was gap in her clothing, flab stuck out. Her hair was short, black and curly. All in all, not a pretty picture. She wore a thick chain wrapped around her waist several times.

“Oh, I’m not trespassing,” Olympia said in mock seriousness, “my car broke down and I was looking for a phone.”

“Har har.” The giant woman said sarcastically. “Why don’t you just step away from that desk and come quietly me. That’s the easy way…”

“Well, I never do things the easy way. Never any fun.” Olympia said while she picked up the files and walked around the desk. The woman was big, but there was no way she was a match for her strength.

The woman stood there, smiling, as Olympia approached. “Better get this over with quick” Olympia thought. She flicked her left hand out, holding the files, to distract her opponent. Right after that she swung her right fist and connected solidly with big woman’s chin. It was about half strength, and should have been more than enough to clock her opponent. Should have been.

“What the…?” Olympia said. The big woman was still standing there. Grinning!

“Nice punch. Shoulda wiped me out. Instead, it made me strong as an ox!” With that, she joined her hands together at waist level and raised them up together as a massive fist that connected with the underside of Olympia’s jaw. The blow knocked Olympia off her feet and sent her flying 10 feet back. She landed on her back and dropped the files.

Olympia couldn’t believe it. She felt like she had been hit with a Mack truck. No one had ever laid her out like that!

“Ah’m so glad you decided on the hard way! You’re right, it’s much more fun! Like rasslin’ gators!” With that, the woman charged Olympia. She ran three steps and then launched herself in the air, her goal to squash her opponent.

Olympia reacted in time. She twisted on her side and used the momentum to kick out at her opponent. She didn’t hold back this time. Her kick would have smashed in the door of 1970 Cadillac! Her foot connected squarely with the big woman’s face. “Gnnggghh!” she grunted as her forward momentum was reversed. She crashed to the floor, flat on her back.

Olympia was up and moving in a flash. She ran up to the leather blob, bent down on her left knee and delivered a powerful blow to the stomach. Her fist almost disappeared into a roll of fat.

“Nice moves.” Olympia looked up at her fully conscious opponent in amazement. The woman grinned back at her, grabbed the front of Olympia’s top and flung her to the side of the room like she was a rag doll. “Whoaaaaa!” Olympia crashed into the wall and slid to the floor. Her body left a wide dent in the plaster. She shook her head to clear the stars, her body protesting the punishment.

“LORDEEEE! I’ve never felt this good! You got any more left in ya?” the big woman taunted.

“I think I’ve got a few things to keep your attention. Although I’d probably only need a pile of candy bars to do that!” Olympia mocked her opponent. She could see the barb had struck home. The woman charged her. To herself, Olympia thought, “This is getting serious. Nothing I’ve done seems to work.” As the woman got closer, Olympia grabbed her two bo-sticks from her forearms and dove forward and to the side. With one stick she struck at the woman’s ankles; she hit her in the back of the knees with the other. The woman went crashing head first into the wall. Or rather, THROUGH the wall, into the next room, and flat on her face.

Olympia stared at her opponent for a second. She wasn’t moving, thank god. What a tough bitch! She turned to go retrieve the folders she dropped. Just as she was getting ready to bend over, there was a loud “SWOOSH”. Suddenly a thick chain was wrapped around her left ankle. “Now where do you think YOU’RE goin’?” An evil voice cackled as the chain was pulled, sending Olympia crashing to the floor.

Olympia looked up in amazement. There she was again! Standing just inside the room from where she crashed through the wall. She was holding the chain that had been wrapped around her waist. It was about 20 feet in length. Olympia’s fall had created slack and she was able to shake her ankle free and scramble to her feet. Without even thinking about it, she joined the two bo-staves and extended them to their maximum length of 7 feet. She went into a fight stance, one end of the staff pointing towards her opponent.

“You think that little stick is gonna help ya? Let me show you MY toy!” With that, she whipped the chain out at Olympia who barely dodged out of the way. The chain smashed the guest chair she had been standing in front of.

Olympia leaped on top of the desk. When the next woman lashed out with the chain, she ran forward, planted the staff into the ground and did a pole vault assisted kick right into the woman’s chest. The big breasts absorbed some of the blow, but the momentum knocked the fat woman backwards a few feet. Olympia didn’t pause. She struck the woman with her staff in the face, the stomach and knee. These were powerful blows and they had no visible effect! Olympia did a back flip, narrowly avoiding the whirling chain, which the woman was using with frightening skill. She had to block the next blow with her staff to prevent the chain from smashing her face. Unfortunately for her, the chain wrapped itself around the center of the staff. Before she could react, she was yanked forward off her feet. The next thing she saw was her opponent’s fist smashing into her stomach.

“Oooooffff!!” She grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of her. Olympia tried to dodge the next blow, but was in too much pain. It landed on the side of her head. She then was lifted several inches off the ground as a powerful kick hit her in the ribs.

“Think that cracked a rib,” she thought as she tried to move away. While painful, the kick had pushed her temporarily out of her opponents reach. Olympia tried to reach for her dropped staff when the chain lashed out and wrapped around her upper body, just below her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. Her body arched backwards as the big woman yanked her forward. She struggled to get out, but didn’t have much time before a series of blows were delivered to her body and face.

Olympia was stunned, but still not out. She weakly tried to knee her opponent, but it was quite ineffectual. “Ha! Still got some life in ya! Let’s see what we can do about that!”

Olympia was helpless as she was dragged over to the fish tank. The big woman ripped the top off the tank, smacked her captive one more time and then grabbed her by the back of the head. She then forced Olympia’s head into the tank. Her head completely submerged, Olympia summoned her reserves and desperately tried to break free. Her head was suddenly yanked up and she gasped for breath, her hair sticking to her face.

“Aw…now don’t you like looking at the pretty fishies?” the woman asked, her face right up against Olympia’s ear. “Why don’t you go look again!”

With that, she shoved Olympia’s head back in the water. Olympia’s continued to struggle, but got weaker by the second. Finally her struggles ceased. The fat lady held her head under another few seconds and then pulled the now unconscious Olympia out of the water.

“Nighty night my pretty,” she said. She casually threw Olympia over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry, grabbed the staff and went over to the secret panel that opened up to reveal an elevator. She entered and pressed a button. The doors closed…

***

F-Force – Part VI - Reunited

Serpenta glared at her tormentors. Her swearing came out as a lot grunts and “mmphs”. She was still in the hog tie, only now the pole was removed and she was on her knees. Her costume was unzipped all the way and the top was off her shoulders, exposing her large, firm breasts. Cowgirl had done that and was now entertaining herself by licking and biting on Serpenta’s nipples. The stimulation, to Serpenta’s frustration, had made her nipples rock hard. Cowgirl, kneeling in front of Serpenta, looked up and grinned at the Asian woman.

“My, these are right tasty!” she said. “You sure you don’t want some Yan Chi?

“Oh no. You enjoy tasty titties.” The Asian responded. “I like looking at stuff back here.”

“Well, at least I know one of their names now,” Serpenta thought. Yan Chi was kneeling behind Serpenta. She was running one hand through Serpenta’s hair. That wasn’t the problem. The other one was. That was freely roaming up and down the captive heroine’s ass. She had pushed her costume in the crack of her ass and was now slowly pushing the material into her anus. She would do that for a second and then go lower, pushing the costume up Serpenta’s pussy.

After loading her into the van, the two captors drove into the parking structure and through a hidden door. They dragged Serpenta out of the van, blindfolded her, and then carried her for what seemed like forever. They eventually stopped and dropped Serpenta to the ground. She grunted in pain as her body absorbed the shock. When they removed the blindfold, she found herself in what looked like a medieval dungeon! There were cages, racks, chains, whips…it was like something out of a nightmare. Eyes widening in fright, she frantically began yanking on her bonds. Her struggles were quite erotic, at least to her captors. That’s when they started in on her.

After about 10 minutes, the door opened up and two guards walked in carrying something. Serpenta let out a loud “MMMMPH!” when she saw that it was Cipher!

A tall skeletal woman with white hair and wearing a full leather body suit followed the guards. She glanced over at Serpenta.

“Ah, good work Yan Chi, Lariat. I see you are keeping our other guest “entertained”. Her voice was like sand paper.

“You got that right, Whipcord! We’re showing her just how hospitable we can be!”

“Put her over there!” Whip cord said, pointing to the wall. The guards took Cipher and began chaining her up. Iron manacles were fastened to her ankles, locking them together. Her wrists were then manacled behind her back. A leather belt was wrapped around her waist and pulled very tight. The wrist manacles were fastened to the back of the belt with another short chain. A chain running from her ankles ran up behind her and was attached to a ring on the belt. A leather collar was put around her neck. A chain was attached to the back of the collar. It ran down her back and up between her thighs. They yanked it pretty tight and attached it to the front of the belt. The pressure on her pussy caused Cipher to stir. Before she could regain consciousness, a wide leather gag was placed over her mouth. The inside was lined with a soft, foam padding, which molded to her lips and cheeks. It was firmly secured behind her head.

By this time, Cipher was coming around. She felt something resting on her mouth and went to take it off. A soft clanking sound accompanied the resistance her arms encountered behind her back. Her last memories came rushing back to her. She opened her eyes and gave a loud “MMMPH!” of surprise as she realized her predicament. She started to lean forward but yelped in pain as the movement caused the chain to press into her pussy and up the crack of her ass! She quick leaned backwards to stop the pain.

“Ah! I see you are indeed very smart!” The woman with the whips said to her. Cipher looked up into the woman’s eyes. She had squatted down and was looking at the helpless heroine as she lied on her side. “Most people don’t figure out how to relieve the pressure for at least a minute!”

“Mmmmpph!” Cipher replied.

“Ah! I would try and save my strength if I were you. You’re going to need it!” She put both hands on either side of Cipher’s face and pushed back some strands of hair that had escaped the ponytail. She then let her hands slide down to Cipher’s breasts. Cipher began shaking her head and mmphing for all she was worth. The motion of her head pulled the chain up slightly. Whipcord then grabbed each nipple and gave them a hard squeeze and a twist. Cipher winced in pain, but did not cry out.

Whipcord was distracted from what she was doing by the entrance of a large woman carrying Olympia over her shoulder! Serpenta and Cipher looked at each other in despair. They were all caught!

“Well hot damn! Looks like we caught ourselves a great load o’ catfish!” She said, her eyes passing over Serpenta and Cipher. “Ah gots me a biggun! Put up one heck of a fight! Too bad it only made matters worse.”

“I woulda loved to see her face when she saw you getting stronger the more she hit you!” Lariat crowed in delight. She turned to face Serpenta, “Giganta over there is one tough cookie, just you wait and see!” With that, she slapped her hands painfully on Serpenta’s breasts. A loud SMACK echoed in the room.

Giganta dropped her burden to the floor. “Use the heavy stuff for her, boys! She’s as strong as a mule!” The guards proceed to bind Olympia in a manner similar to Serpenta’s, the only real differences being that the belt was iron, not leather, and the chains were much thicker.

After they finished binding Olympia, Giganta walked over to the far end of the room and filled a bucket with water from spigot in the wall. She carried it over and dumped it over Olympia, completely soaking her. “Rise and shine honey!”

The shock of the cold water forced Olympia to consciousness. Her body spasmed in response, the chain running between her crotch pulling painfully tight. Olympia thrashed in confusion, still not fully awake. She eventually recovered and stopped struggling.

Giganta stepped into the center of the room. Three sets of masked eyes regarded her with trepidation.

“OK girlies, this is how it’s gonna work: We ask some questions, you give us some answers. If we don’t hear what we like, or if we don’t hear anything, well, you can see we have several options here in the room.” All three women involuntarily scanned the walls, their breathing becoming noticeably faster as their chests heaved up and down.

Giganta reached down and picked up Olympia by her collar. “Ah’m gonna talk to you personally!” she said with a wicked a grin. She reached down and yanked on the crotch chain, causing Olympia to squeal into her gag.

The radio on Giganta’s belt suddenly beeped. She immediately picked it up and said, “Yes professor?”

“Have you taken care uv ze problem?” The professor asked.

“Uh huh. We’ve got our guests here trussed up like Thanksgiving turkeys.”

“Ah. Gud, gud. Bring one down here for interrogation.”

“What about the other two?”

“Hmm. One should be enough. I leave the other two in your capable hands.”

Giganta and the other women exchanged smiles. “Hot diggity dog!” Lariat said. We gots us some new toys!”

***

F-Force – Part VII – Serpenta’s Torment

Serpenta slowly regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered was the big fat woman – Giganta – dragging Olympia out through a door. Then there was this odd smell as a cloth was pressed over her face…

CHLOROFORM! They had knocked her out again!

The recuperative power they all shared allowed her to quickly shake off the effect of the drugs. She wished she hadn’t woken up.

She was upside down and naked (her mask was still on though). Her arms and legs were stretched out, putting her in a spread-eagle position. Her body was stretched out in a metal wheel-frame with her hands and feet encased in manacles that completely covered them. She could barely move her fingers and toes. From the way the muscles in her thighs were stretched, she could tell that her feet were positioned as if she were standing on her toes. She looked “up” at her feet, looking for a means of escape. She looked between her breasts, past her tight tummy. She tried pulling at the restraints, but they were solid steel.

“Ah! You awaken! This is a good thing as Lariat-san and I were growing impatient!” Yan Chi said as she walked into Serpenta’s field of vision. Yan Chi looked down at the masked heroine. “We so glad you awake to entertain us!”

“Yes sireee! Lariat said. She was standing behind Serpenta. She put both hands on Serpenta’s inner thighs and leaned forward over Serpenta’s crotch and looked down at her. “We was wonderin’ when this shindig was gonna start.” She ran her right hand down to Serpenta’s crotch and ran it through her well-trimmed bush. “A natural red-head, how about that?”

Serpenta closed her eyes and groaned through her gag as Lariat began to rub her hand along her pussy. She tried twisting her body away from her hand, but that only caused Lariat to rub harder.

“Do ya think she likes this Yan Chi?”

“Not sure. Why don’t we ask her?”

“Good idea! Let’s do that!”

Both women stepped on either side of the circular frame. Yan Chi reached up to the top of the wheel between Serpenta’s legs and forcefully pulled it down. The frame began flipping forward at a rapid rate and Serpenta screamed into her gag, as she was flipped end over end. She lost track of how many times, but when Lariat reached forward and stopped the flipping, she could barely focus her eyes. At least she was upright now. She hung her head limply.

“Aw….Didn’t you like that ride darlin?” Lariat asked nastily.

Serpenta shook her head, trying to recover. Yan Chi stepped up in front of her and ripped the tape off her face with a cruel yank. She reached forward and pulled out the bandanna that had been stuffed in her mouth.”

Serpenta flexed her jaw, thankful for the release. She ran her tongue over her dried lips and glared at her captors.

“Now listen here you cock sucking bitches…ugh!” her tirade was cut short as Yan Chi smacked her across the face.

“No talk unless spoken to! Rule #1!”

“Fuck you bitch! Lemme outta this thing right now or else MMMMPPPHH!” Once again, she was cut off, but this time it was with another gag. She saw it just before it was shoved in her mouth. It was red and shaped like a large dick. They forced in her mouth and she could feel it almost reaching her throat. It was cruelly buckled behind her head. She could barely make a sound and settled for glaring at Lariat for putting the gag there.

“Rule #2 – punishment follows if rule #1 is broken.” Lariat smiled at her. “Now, just to clear things up, we are NOT cock suckers, although I can think of a couple of things I’d like to suck on right now.” Her hands reached up, cupped Serpenta’s large breasts and gave them a painful squeeze. “But we’ll save that for later. For now, we have some other things to do.”

While talking to her, Lariat had prevented Serpenta from watching Yan Chi. Now she stepped back as partner approached. Serpenta’s eyes widened in shock when she saw what Yan Chi was holding! It was what could only be a chastity belt, but this one had some add-ons: two dildos were set into the crotch piece! She could see they were glistening with an oily lubricant. Yan Chi approached her without saying a word, heightening Serpenta’s panic level. She began to thrash wildly, her breasts jiggling left to right. It did no good.

Yan Chi strapped the belt tightly around Serpenta’s waist. Serpenta tried to keep it loose by pushing out her stomach muscles, but Yan Chi counter with a quick punch to her stomach, forcing her to exhale. Yan Chi took advantage of this and tightened the belt even further.

Next she began to position the crotch piece. Serpenta groaned as the first dildo was forced up her pussy. She tightened her ass as much as possible, but the lubricant on the second dildo combined with a painful shove, made that a futile act. She arched her back as much as possible as the device was pushed in farther and farther. The crotch piece was fastened to the belt and tightened for good measure.

Just as Yan Chi was finishing, Lariat stepped behind Serpenta. “Now, let’s take care of these babies while we’re at it.” She reached in front and carefully placed a pair of tight nipple clamps on Serpenta. They were connected together with a thin chain. She reached forward and attached a second chain to the middle of the first one. This second chain was then lifted and looped over the top of the metal frame. Serpenta’s eyes followed the progress of the chain.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! MMMMMMMPH!” Serpenta protested as her the clamps painfully stretched her tits.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Wasn’t I pulling hard enough on the chain?” Lariat asked, feigning innocence.

“MMMMPH!” Serpenta was shaking her head back and forth.

“Are you sure?” She gave the chain a painful yank that brought tears to Serpenta’s eyes. “Oh all right.” She carefully let loose let some slack. If Serpenta arched her back and thrust her breasts forward, the chain was slack. All it would take though was a slight straightening of her back and her nipples would be painfully stretched upwards.

Yan Chi stepped forward again, this time holding one end of a wire. The other end was plugged into an electrical socket.

“Batteries always run out too soon. We use never ending source.” She bent forward and attached the wire to a plug in the crotch strap. Immediately both vibrators began to pulse and hum. Serpenta’s body tensed as it began to quickly respond to the stimulation.

Both women began to slowly walk around Serpenta, admiring the bound beauty. They would reach out and run their hands lightly along her body. At first she was able to focus past the sensations coming from her pussy and ass. She ignored the two women and stared straight ahead. After about 20 minutes though, the dildos’ vibration began to get to her. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across her body. Her pussy was becoming wet from her own juices. A few minutes later, she began moaning in pleasure and rage. She couldn’t believe this was happening! Her body was betraying her! The vibrations suddenly intensified and all thought raced from her mind. She began building towards an orgasm she couldn’t stop.

“MUST…NOT…CUM!” she thought over and over, but it was hopeless. Her body suddenly tensed and then convulsed as the orgasm went through her. The pain in her tits offset the pleasure. They were cruelly yanked upwards during her writhing.

Serpenta struggled to control her breathing. She was partially successful and was able to keep her nipples from being pulled too much. She squinted her eyes in rage at Yan Chi, who was standing in front of her.

“Wow! That was pretty amazing!” Lariat said to her companion. “She held off for quite a while. Do you think she’ll be able to last until tomorrow night?”

Serpenta spun her head and looked over her shoulder at Lariat, her eyes wide with panic. TOMORROW NIGHT?!?!

Suddenly the dildos began to SPIN inside of her. Serpenta moaned in despair…

***

F-Force – Part VIII – Cipher’s Agony

Cipher came awake with a start; her head rearing back from the smelling salts held under her nose. She tried to push the foul smelling things away from her, but found she couldn’t move her hands. She suddenly remembered why.

At the moment, she was strapped to some sort of metal table. She had to have been placed there recently as it was still cold. Aside from her mask, she was completely naked. Her wrists were strapped down at her sides, about 3 inches on either side of her body. A thick leather strap held her neck down. She was able to turn her head to the side and look down at the rest of her body. The table was shaped like an “A”. The table supported her entire body, but there was a triangular gap in between her legs, which, incidentally, were pulled pretty wide apart. Her ankles were held down with straps similar to the ones on her wrists.

Standing in front her, face inches from her own, was Whipcord. “Ah good! I was growing impatient waiting for you.” Her breath was worse than the smelling salts – the scent of black coffee and unfiltered cigarettes. From the look of her teeth, morning mouth was tossed in there for fun. She spoke into a mini digital recorder. “Note: subject Cipher awoke at 3:07 a.m. I will begin running the tests on the subject.”

“Tests? I was never really good at taking tests. Did real well in class, but for some reason my standardized tests scores were always bad.” Cipher said as she tried twisting her arms. It was no good. She was able to lift and twist her body, but the straps were too strong.

Whipcord spoke into the recorder again, “Subject seems to be in good spirits and has recovered from the physical ordeal of being captured.” She reached over to a table that had what looked like a heart monitor on it. She took two wires and taped the ends to Cipher’s temples.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to talk about someone when they’re standing right in front of you? I’ve got a book on etiquette out in the car, why don’t I go get it?”

“Ah, my dear, then you would miss the…entertainment I have planned for you,” Whipcord said as she ran her right index finger along the side of Cipher’s face. The eyes that looked down at Cipher were cold and cruel.

“Yeah, well,” Cipher replied nervously, “My idea of entertainment is staying in and renting a movie. You wouldn’t happen to have When Harry Met Sally laying around here, do you?”

Whipcord walked out of Cipher’s field of vision. She could hear her captor opening and closing drawers and cabinets. “My dear, we don’t need to go rent a movie. We’re going to MAKE a movie. And you’ll be the star.”

Cipher heard the “click” of a switch being thrown. “There.” Whipcord said. “I’ve activated the cameras. They are strategically placed throughout the room to record every angle.”

Cipher was getting scared. Despite the chill in the room, she had broken out in a nervous sweat. What was this monster going to do to her? She gave a short yelp of surprise as the table was suddenly tilted at a 45-degree angle, with her head at the bottom. She could now see an upside down version of Whipcord. She was carrying a bowl and walking around towards Ciphers feet.

Whipcord’s head suddenly appeared between Cipher’s legs. “Now, let’s see what we have to work with here.” Suddenly she cruelly jammed her index finger into Cipher’s dry pussy, causing her to shriek, more in surprise than pain.

“Well, that’s something. But I bet there is more room in there.” She held up her 3 middle fingers so Cipher could see them.

“NO! Please! Don’t! YEEEEEAHHHHH!” Cipher screamed as the three fingers were jammed painfully up into her. Whipcord twisted her fingers around for several seconds, her calluses like rough sandpaper. “STOP IT! STOP IT!” Cipher screamed.

Finally Whipcord pulled her fingers out. By this time, Cipher was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving up and down. “You are very dry my dear,” Whipcord clinically observed. “We must do something to rectify that. Now, pay attention. It is important that you remember this next part.”

“What are you talking about? What are you doiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg?” Cipher’s words ended in a long gasp as Whipcord suddenly leaned her head forward and began running her tongue along her labia. Cipher’s body bucked and writhed in revulsion. She looked up at Whipcord and met her eyes. The woman was staring at her face while she licked her pussy! She lifted her head up and stuck her tongue out. It was incredibly long – at least 6 inches! She quickly ducked her head back down, this time snaking her tongue deep into Cipher’s pussy. “UGGGHH!!!!!” Cipher groaned. It was starting to feel good and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She kept twisting, but this only seemed to incite her tormentor even further.

After what seemed forever (but was only about 15 minutes), Cipher’s body was building to a huge climax when the monitor she was attached to started beeping. Whipcord suddenly stopped and stepped back.

Cipher stopped struggling as well. Her whole body glistened with sweat. Her pussy was dripping Whipcord’s saliva, some of it running down the crack of her ass, some it beginning to run down her pelvis towards her stomach.

Whipcord whipped her mouth and went over to read the monitor. She made a notation in a book and looked over at Cipher. “Very good my dear, but I am sure you’ll do better next time!”

Cipher wearily turned her head and looked over at Whipcord. “Next time? What are you talking about?” She didn’t even want to think about repeating what just happened to her.

“Yes. We have a lot of data to collect, and only a short time to do it. This will expedite the experiment.” She held up the bowl Cipher had seen earlier and then put it back down on the table. She then proceeded to put on a pair of thick rubber gloves. Picking up a towel, she walked over to the side of the table and began wiping the saliva from Cipher’s pussy. She was very thorough. When done, she dropped the towel and retrieved the bowl. Squatting down next to Cipher’s head, she began to explain.

“This is a little concoction of my own making.” She tipped the bowl forward so Cipher could see what was inside. It was greenish, gel type substance.

“No thanks, I only use hair care products with natural ingredients.” Cipher said.

“Oh, but this is all natural, my dear. Several roots and minerals combined with a…secret ingredient. Do you want to know what it is for?”

“Not really, but I imagine you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“Actually, a small demonstration is in order.” Whipcord dipped two fingers in the goo. She then rubbed a small amount onto Ciphers left nipple. It was quite cold and made the nipple harden. “oooohhhh” Cipher groaned involuntarily.

“It starts off feeling very good, but after awhile, that changes.” She was right. The cooling sensation was gone, replaced by an…itching sensation. Cipher started to squirm, but stopped herself. A few seconds later, the itching was replaced by a strong prickling sensation. “Ahhhh!’ Cipher yelled in pain. This time she couldn’t help herself, and her back arched in response. Then there was a burning. It was sheer agony. Her body was arched as far as it would go; her nipple felt like it had been burned off.

“Now, the feeling seems to peak at that point!” Whipcord had to raise her voice to be heard over Cipher’s screams. The monitor was beeping furiously now. “The gel eventually becomes inert, but that takes a long time. The best way to neutralize it is with human saliva!” She bent her head forward and began to lick the gel off of Cipher’s tit.

Relief was immediate. Cipher’s body shuddered as it relaxed. She was breathing heavily and a fresh gleam of sweat covered her body. “Ohhhh! YOU BITCH!” she screamed with her remaining strength.

“Language, my dear, language. This is all in the name of science. The saliva enzymes neutralize the solution. That was the most concentrated version. This other bowl has a more diluted substance.” She stood up and began walking around the table. She appeared again between Cipher’s legs. “Diluting my formula does not actually weaken the effect, it only stretches out the time it takes to reach its highest level.”

Cipher stared at Whipcord in horror and disbelief as she realized what was going to happen next. She began pulling and twisting and arching with all her strength. Still no good. She felt Whipcord’s arm press down on her stomach, holding her in place. Next she felt the cool sensation of the gel as it was smeared along the lips of her pussy.

“NO! Please! Don’t do this! STOP!” She hissed in horror as she felt Whipcord’s fingers press into her pussy as far as they could go, smearing the gel along her canal.

Whipcord stepped back, came around and stood looking down at Cipher who stared back. “Now I hope you remembered the first phase of our experiment.” She knelt down and put her lips next to Cipher’s ear. “We can stop the gel whenever you want. All you have to do is ask.” With that, she snaked her tongue out and ran it up the side of Cipher’s face. Cipher clenched her eyes and mouth in revulsion.

“You think I’m gonna ask for your slimy, stinky tongue? Go to hell!” She spat in Whipcord’s face. The woman merely grinned and wiped it away.

“We’ll see my dear, we’ll see. Just call out when you need me.” She stood up and walked out of site.

Cipher began to frantically pull on her bonds. She had to get out of here! Already the cool feeling had faded, and an irritating itching sensation was building up between her legs. Cipher began to panic…

***

To be continued…