SOUTHERN GIRL vs. THE MASTER SCORPION

Part One: The Pursuit

 by StormKing

 

The characters of Mrs. Confederate/Ashlyn Hamilton (Smythe) and Southern Girl/Nanette "Nan" Hamilton are the creations and properties of Nightwing13.  The characters of MazterMerc/Gus Harris. Emperor Scorpion, Prince Scorpion, and MercKing/Bob Greyton along with the supporting characters are mine.

 

If you are not an adult, you should not be reading this story since this story contains forced sex, violence, bondage, and other adult only actions. All characters are fictional and of the age of consent.

 

 

AT THE AMERICAN INVITATIONAL CHEER CAMP
ON CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Cheer Captain Nanette Eleanor Smythe walked with her BFF’s Amanda and Robyn, as they made their way to the quad where the summer cheer camp championship was to be held. The three girls looked hot in their red and white cheer uniforms. Nan was team captain and she could sense that her team would be going home with the big trophy. This would be her final cheer competition so she was nostalgic yet looking forward to the future. After camp, Nan was going home to finish packing for her move to the dorms at Vassar where she was enrolled as a business major.

 

Her return to home also gave her a good deal of stress. Her mom Mrs. Confederate, symbol of valorous Southern womanhood, was getting married to MazterMerc, a violent mercenary. Dad had been dead for only two years. Even worse, her mom was pregnant from this monster and in seven months Nan knew she will have a sibling. How could her mom do this to her?

 

As the sexy trio, in red and white cheer uniforms, went out the door, Nan noticed the young custodian Greg looking through binoculars while standing next to his cart. They had chatted briefly a few times and Nan thought the Greg was handsome and refined even though he was just a janitor.

 

“Hi Greg, I didn’t know you were a bird-watcher,” Nan said gaily. Her cheeriness ended abruptly as he turned to her with an intense look on his face.

 

“Robin and Amanda, I want you to go back inside and stand next to the stairwell,” he ordered. The girls just giggled and stood still.

 

“NOW OR ELSE!” Greg shouted as he pulled an Uzi submachine gun out of the trashcan on the cart and pulled the door open for the speechless girls, “Now stand next to the stairs and hug each other.”

 

The frightened pair quickly complied and hugged each other. Greg closed the door, and then turned to a shocked Nan.

“Southern Girl, I have a message from your mom Mrs. Confederate. Lavender 200 Go Rebels.”

 

Nan jaw dropped in surprise as the Greg told her the secret code that was only known to Mrs. Confederate and Southern Girl. It was used to warn each other of deadly situations.

 

“Nan, I need you to get out of that cheerleader uniform and put on the battle suit that my boss MazterMerc gave you as a gift. Then get back down here.” Nan didn’t move. ‘Southern Girl, you need to go now. I have spotted a couple of black helicopters in the distance and armed men in the tree line. We only have a few minutes before all hell breaks loose.”

 

Nan took off, passing her two friends, and ran up the stairs. ‘He knows who I am. He knows who mom is and his boss is MazterMerc! What is going on?’

 

As Nan entered her room, the lithe athlete pulled her cheer top off and threw it onto the bed as she mumbled to herself. ‘That nice guy Greg owns an Uzi and is an agent of MazterMerc?’

 

She bent over, untied her shoes, and pulled them off along with her ankle socks. ‘Was he planted here to watch me? When I got here, there was a locked bag on my bed marked secret from mom.’

 

Nan unfastened the back of her cheer skirt, and then pulled it and her spankies to the floor. 

 

The sexy cheer captain, now clad only in bikini-cut panties and a sports bra padded barefoot over to the closet and pulled out the bag. She undid the combination lock and opened the bag. In it was the white battle suit that her mom said was a gift from her future stepfather. Nan had to keep it a secret from her friends, so every night when they were asleep Nan would slip out to examine it.

 

The Advanced Combat Battlesuit 2012 was amazing in its’ tech and overall kewl-ness. In appearance, the suit was just like her old Southern Girl outfit except for it had long sleeves, gloves, soft high wedge-heeled knee boots, and bloomers-tights combination. A thin wrist control panel controlled the battlesuit’s adaptive camouflage, communications, and other electronics. The suit’s color could be changed from traditional white to night ops black, woodland green/brown, desert tan, and sea gray. The material was made of bulletproof Kevlar with a fire resistant Nomex covering.  A tactical vest filled with all kinds of gadgets and weapons was included along with a booklet full of instructions and tactical “suggestions.”

 

The young heroine had just finished suiting up when she heard the sounds of helicopters followed by screaming. Southern Girl rushed to window and watched in horror as big black helicopters landed on each side of the grassy quad. Black uniformed commandos rushed from nearby woods and the helicopters to surround 127 cheerleaders and their coaches on the grass. The females were ordered to lay face down on the grass, put their hands behind their backs, and cross their ankles. The blacked uniformed men went to each girl using zip ties to bind wrists and ankles while the girls’ mouths were ball-gagged. 

 

A few girls tried to fight using what skills they learned in self-defense classes. Their resistance was short lived as a black cloud enveloped them. The girls were stripped completely naked and raped viciously by the sex-crazed commandos. Nan watched helplessly as Emma, the state cheerleader of the year, was subjected to a three-way assault. After her green and gold uniform was removed and her wrists zip-tied behind her back, one rapist commando shoved his penis into vagina and rolled over. Another man pushed his penis into her ass while another slipped his man meat in while she was screaming in pain. Soon all three were raping the girl in sync, and Emma gave up resisting to become a limp teen girl sandwich.

 

Two more helicopters came in and under each one there was a shipping container. Once the containers were on the ground, they were opened up and the girls were carried into them. As the captives were loaded a squads of commandos began heading towards the dorms and the camp headquarters. This spurred Nan to run out of the room and head downstairs. As she leaped down the stair she could hear Greg’s Uzi fire short bursts. Greg and her two friends were behind the receptionist’s desk. Southern Girl ran to the big desk and then slid feet first on the wax floor till she was behind the desk. She pulled her small .380 caliber pistol out as Robyn shouted, “Southern Girl! You’re here to rescue us!”

 

The red-haired heroine popped up when Greg did and fired at the commandos trying to fight their way in. She could see two black-clad figures already lying on the ground and two more joined them as both Nan and Greg scored hits. Both heroes dropped down as enemy bullets hit the wall and the thick desk.

 

“You and your friends gotta get out of here before it’s’ too late!” Greg breathlessly told Nan as he put a fresh magazine into the Uzi.

 

“What about you?” Nan replied.

 

“I’ll hold them off while you escape.”

 

“NO, I WON’T LEAVE YOU BEHIND TO DIE!”

 

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll die along with your friends. I know these ScorpCorp bastards and they work for Master Scorpion. They will massacre any resistance. Now listen! All the cell phones, GPS, and land lines are out. Your best hope is to go out the backdoor and head south. Take the old Indian trail for 28 miles and that should put you on Route 29. Keep going and don’t look back.”

 

“I won’t forget you, Greg!” Nan said and her friends repeated her words.

“Before you go…MasterMerc…Gus…he really does love your mom. He’s rough, but he has a good heart. Good luck!”

 

“Thanks for everything!” Nan said and quickly kissed Greg on the lips.

 

Nan led Amanda and Robyn out the backdoor and the teens ran along the building. Just as Nan was about to turn the corner, she ran into commando. Southern Girl moved first. The teen heroine leaped up into the air and kicked her right boot into the clear plastic visor of her bigger opponent. The plastic shattered and he screamed in pain as sharp pieces of plastic cut his face. The girls ran past the falling thug. Just as they were near the south woods, Nan heard a scream. Amanda ran past her and Nan turned to see two commandos wrestle Robyn to the ground.

 

“IT’S SOUTHERN GIRL! ORDERS ARE KILL ALL HEROES. SO KILL HER!”

 

Nan saw half dozen commandos to her right raise their assault rifles towards her. She was quicker and fired her pistol, and she had the satisfaction of seeing one fall down. Then she had to take cover as a fusillade of bullets hit the tree she was behind making it impossible to return fire. She looked over at Robyn. The animals had stripped her skirt and spankies off followed by zip-tying her wrists in front of her. They hooked the pretty blonde cheerleader’s arms over the neck of the thug in front of her while another sandwiched her from behind. Robyn screamed as both men rammed their penises into the helpless teen. As the men raped the girl, she begged Southern Girl to save her. The man raping her from behind laughed and yanked the girls cheer vest and bra up over the girls 34C breasts and proceeded to squeeze the mammary flesh.

 

There was nothing the enraged Southern Girl could do as she saw more thugs running in her direction. Southern Girl activated woodland green camouflage and retreated into the semi-dark woods.

 

“I will avenge you Robyn! I swear it! I don’t know how yet how I’ll do it, but I will make ScorpCorp pay for this, especially Master Scorpion. If it takes my entire life, I will bring down these animals!” Southern Girl said with fervor.

 

 

EIGHT HOURS LATER OVER CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Bob Greyton, AKA MercKing, sat in the olive green helicopter in a pensive mood. His M1 Garand was muzzle down between his legs as he stared out the window at the forest and a small lake.

 

Although hours ago he was elated when he took first place in a shooting competition, the news he got from his cousin Gus Harris, AKA MazterMerc, quickly killed the joy. A cheer camp in the Choctaws was attacked and the girls were missing. Southern Girl was also missing and the agent assigned to protect her was dead. The bodies of seven attackers were also discovered by the scout team including one with a sharp piece of his visor lodged in his left eyeball. He mourned the loss of Greg, a young man who showed great promise as a mercenary soldier.

 

As head of the company, he ordered all assets to converge on the cheer camp. So far the local lawmen didn’t know what had happened, but that wouldn’t last for long. He was going find out what happened and who did it, then he was going to make them pay dearly.

 

He thought he saw a flash of red and white down in the trees.

 

“Hey Dan, circle hard left. I think I saw something.”

 

“Yes sir!” the pilot responded and he began circling counterclockwise over the trees. Again Bob saw a flash of red and white.

 

“Dan, I think I saw one of the cheer girls down there. I’m going to rappel down and check it out. Go to one hundred feet and hold.”

 

As the helicopter went stationary, Bob pulled out the rappelling rope and attached it to a floor hook. He pulled on his backpack over his bulletproof combat vest and slung his M1 rifle over his chest. He slid the door open and began to climb down the rope as the helicopter’s rotor blades rocked him about.

 

About halfway down, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw a black helicopter heading towards him with machineguns blazing.

 

Bob shouted into his mike, “DAN EVASIVE ACTION ENEMY CHOPPER!”

 

Too late! Bullet holes appeared in his copter’s skin and in seconds Bob’s helicopter was in flames and heading nose first towards the ground pulling the rope and Bob with it.

 

“Aw crap!” was all Bob could say as he fell towards the forest.

 

 

TEN HOURS LATER ON CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Southern Girl was tired, yet still feisty. She heard a small explosion and smiled as another of her booby-traps did its job. A twelve man commando team had been pursuing her and Amanda for ten hours now. She was glad that she had studied the instructional videos her future stepfather had sent to her cell phone. One of the lessons was on setting trip-wire booby traps using the mini-grenades in her battle vest. On the first trap, she concealed herself as Amanda ran ahead. After the commandos tripped the trap and were blasted by a couple of mini-grenades, she fired her pistol hitting two of her pursuers. A total of five bad guys were lying on the ground when she left.

 

Southern Girl looked up at the sky for the helicopters that had been searching for them. One was green and the other black.

 

“Southern Girl, I have to rest. Please can we stop now?” Amanda quietly said as she limped to a rock and sat down. While fleeing she had twisted her ankle trying to leap over a fallen log.

 

“Yes, sure Mandy. That second trap will keep them away for a while. Let me take a look at your ankle,” Nan said with concern for her best friend. The heroine knelt down and untied her friend’s shoe. Amanda grimaced and moaned in pain as Nan pulled off the shoe and sock. It wasn’t good. Mandy’s ankle was swollen and she couldn’t put any weight on it. Her friend looked haggard and exhausted. There was no way they could make the highway before dark as it was 16 miles away. They would have to rest and hope their pursuers didn’t catch up.

 

“Okay, Mandy. We’re doing great. I’m sure the bad guys have given up on catching us. We’ll be safe and sound soon. Here take these pills; they’ll help with the pain and swelling,” Southern Girl said as she handed the injured cheerleader a canteen and meds.

 

Mandy swallowed the meds and stared Southern Girl in the eyes and evenly said, “Nan, you are usually a great liar keeping that secret identity thing going. We’re not going to make it, are we?”

 

Nan stood up in shocked silence, and then said, “How…how long did you know?”

 

“Since sophomore year. Robyn and I saw you changing into your Southern Girl outfit when the giant zombie attacked just before the homecoming game. By the way cheer girl, thanks for the great save that night!”

 

Nan smiled, “You’re welcome, cheer girl. After all, I couldn’t let my best friend miss out on being a homecoming princess at half time.”

 

Then Southern Girl got serious, “We’re in a bad situation. None of the good guys knows we escaped the camp. My radio has a short-range of two miles. We’re almost out of water. I have only four bullets left and I’m out of mini-grenades. Our only other weapons are a stun gun and a combat knife. If it wasn’t for the battle stuff that Gus Harris gave me, we would have been caught back at the cheer camp.”

 

“Sounds like your future step dad isn’t so bad after all,” Mandy said with a smirk. 

 

“No, I guess he isn’t all that bad,” Nan said reluctantly, “You’re injured and I’m very tired. Our only hope is to go towards those hills, find a cave, rest, and hide out till tomorrow morning. You want to give it another try?”

 

”If Southern Girl is leading the way, hell yes!”

 

Southern Girl heard a thud and whirled around. It wasn’t a pine cone.

 

“GRENADE!” Southern Girl shouted as she threw herself over Amanda.

 

There was a flash, followed by a bang. Then silence.

 

 

ELEVEN HOURS LATER ON CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Southern Girl shuddered and moaned in pain as Prince Scorpion struck her naked, athletic body again with his whip. He laughed as he surveyed the bleeding welts on her body after an hour of fun. There was no part of her heroine body that wasn’t tortured yet. Her head, neck, shoulders, breasts, back, abdomen, buttocks, and legs had all been repeatedly whipped by the leader of the commando force that had attacked the camp and abducted over a hundred women. Even the bottoms of her feet were welted.

 

An hour ago, her battle suit stopped the grenade fragments from piercing her body, but the fragments’ impact had left her badly bruised and semi-conscious. The commandos pulled off her battle vest, boots, and socks. Next, they unzipped her suit and yanked it off along with her mask, bra, and panties.

 

Prince Scorpion had knelt down next to her and said with deep malice, “So this is the great Aphrodite Southern Girl also known as Nanette Smythe. You killed six of my men and wounded three. My father Master Scorpion, a mighty son of Hades and king of the Scorpion clan, wants to meet you so he can stick his cock in all of your super slut holes. But that isn’t going to happen. You must pay for your impudence, Southern Bitch. My three remaining men and I are going to enjoy torturing and raping both you and your skanky cheerleader friend. When we’re done, we’re going to sell both of you to a whorehouse in South America. I hope you like doing it with animals.”

 

“Go to hell you coward! I will have my revenge and if not, there are those who will avenge us!” Southern Girl shouted with angry defiance.

 

Prince Scorpion laughed as he jammed her panties into her mouth and ordered his men to string the heroine from a tree limb. Soon she was tied up like a naked human “X” and could only watch helplessly as Amanda was stripped of her cheer uniform, her wrists bound behind her, and then used as a punching bag. As the animals slapped and threw punches at Amanda, Nan felt the whip go to work on her stretched body.  After 15 minutes, he stopped and stared down at a beaten and dazed Amanda.

 

”Okay, enough! Fuck that cheer skank in all three holes.”

 

One of the commandos lay upon the ground and the naked cheerleader was forced to crouch over his 8-inch rape rod. The other two pushed her down and she screamed as his cock went into her dry pussy. When she was forced back up, his cock was streaked with her virgin blood. The prone commando pulled her down and sucked on her tits.

 

Another rapist knelt behind her and slowly entered her anus.  Amanda screamed even louder but she was gagged by a third cock. The trio raped in sync with each other. They whooped, taunted and hollered as they raped the blond cheer girl.

 

A sergeant bragged, “Shoot! I never had me any cheer pussy before and she’s a virgin to boot. I got kicked out of school sophomore year. Those cheer sluts never gave me even a hello. Boss said we get to sample the merchandise as a one of my benefits and this here is prime pussy. Damn I like this job!”

 

The sergeant thrust up hard and Mandy screamed as he smashed her cervix.

 

“Don’t scream like you hate it cheer cunt. Your pussy is putting out lube juice. Hey, what if a nobody like me was to knock up a cheerleader?”

 

“Then I’d say you done come a long way from that shit hole school, Sarge.”

 

“Damn right! Cum on three…1…2…3! OHHH YEAHHH! SO TIGHT AND HOT! AHHHH! YEAH! DAMN THIS CHEER GAL IS CUMMING TOO! YOU LIKE IT DON’T YA MANDY THE CHEER SLUT?”

 

They came, but didn’t pull out. Instead they rested for a few minutes as Mandy wept in paint and humiliation, and then they went back to raping the girl again.

 

It had been an hour since the grenade explosion when their leader ordered two of his men to gather up Amanda’s clothes, hogtie the unconscious thoroughly raped Amanda, and take her to the pick up area.

 

“Now for the grand finale, Southern Slut, in which is I am going to tap that Aphrodite pussy while my sergeant rams that super heroine ass of yours. Wouldn’t it be a laugh if you and your cute friend entered your new South American careers as pregnant whores?”

 

Nan gasped in pain as Prince’s heroine tamer and the sergeant’s ass reamer slammed into her vagina and anus. She could only sob helplessly as the two animals raped her in sync. Her spirits and hope were nearly gone. Nan wished the men would just stop hurting her and just kill her. She certainly did not want to be pregnant with the baby of her torturer-rapist and live the rest of her life as a whore in a bordello.

 

“YEAH BABY! YOU ARE ALREADY SOAKING WET. YOU MUST BE ENJOYING THIS YOU SLUT! I’M ABOUT TO CUM. OH YEAH, ARES MAN IS GONNA HAVE HIS TADPOLES LOOKING FOR APHRODITE EGG.”

 

Nan closed her eyes.

 

“TIME TO KNOCK A SUPEROINE-CHEERLEADER UP! READY? OKAY?  NAN-SLUT HERE IT..…”

 

The sharp crack of a rifle flooded her ears.

 

Nan felt Prince Scorpion let go of her and his BIG cock sliding out of her. She opened her eyes and saw a small red hole in the commando leader’s forehead. His eyes had an astonished look in them. A tiny trickle of blood poured from the wound. The sharp sound of a rifle was heard again and the sergeant behind her fell away from her with his cum spraying her butt cheeks.

 

In her fading eyes she saw a wiry, unshaved man dressed in camouflage. He was saying something to her as she passed out.

 

 

FIFTEEN HOURS LATER IN CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Nan awoke slowly, like she arising from a nightmare. Afraid of what she might see, she slowly opened her eyes. She was in a cave, resting in a sleeping bag, and with a warm fire near her. She was also naked, in pain, and her hands bound in front and her ankles tied too. A worn, concerned face peered over her and pulled her up. He held a cup to her lips.

 

“Here, drink this. This will help you rehydrate and it has meds that will help you sleep and heal.” 

 

Nan didn’t trust him or the drink, but she was very thirsty so she drank all of it.

 

“Good girl!” he said with a smile.

 

Then she drifted back to sleep.

 

TWENTY HOURS LATER IN CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Bob watched the girl heroine awake. ‘She is a beautiful girl even with the wounds. If only I were young again. Oh well! C’est la vie!’ he thought.

 

She saw him and began to struggle in the sleeping bag. He chuckled, “Easy now young lady. You’re bound with flex steel cord. Even an Ares man couldn’t break those fetters.”

 

She shot a look of anger at him, “Who are you? Why am I here? Why am I bound?  ”

 

“We are in a cave hiding from the ScorpCorp psychos. As for you being all trussed up, well I kinda figured that when you awoke, you would try to attack me.”

 

“You have that right mercenary scum,” she said, “Release me or feel my wrath!”

 

“Wow, you Aphrodite heroines are really full of clichés!” he chuckled.

 

“Who are you? Are you a slave trader?”

 

“No. I’m a soldier for hire. I’m Bob, your rescuer. I’m also known as MercKing.”

 

Nan’s anger now shared emotional space with fear. Bob was not only an Ares male but was also the head of one of the most powerful mercenary groups on the planet.

 

“How…I mean…uh…what are you doing here?”

 

“My cousin Gus gave me a ring when your watcher failed to check in as scheduled. Our headquarters couldn’t contact our agent or the cheer camp office. I was in a chopper and the closest to the camp, so I decided to check it out. Unfortunately, my chopper was forced down into a lake by a ScorpCorp attack copter. Lucky me!” he said as he regretted the loss of his pilot.

 

Nan looked at him thoughtfully as he cooked up some MRE. She couldn’t figure him out. Bob and his outfit were rumored to be involved in horrible killings, drug dealing, gun-running, and sex slavery around the world. Yet, he had rescued her by killing her attackers who included Hades Prince Scorpion, treated her wounds, and had not attacked her. As for being bound, if their positions were reversed, she would have done the same thing.

 

He limped over and offered her supper. She looked at it suspiciously.

 

“It’s okay darlin’. No tricks! Eat up! You’ll need your strength. We aren’t out of this mess yet!”

 

Her stomach growled and that overcame her distrust of the food. She held out her fettered wrists.

 

“I can’t eat tied up…and in a sleeping bag…do you have something to cover me?” she said with a blush.

 

Bob knelt down next to her and pulled out a key. With a grave look on his face, he said, “You do understand what it means when a son of Ares binds a daughter of Aphrodite?”

 

Nan was stunned by his revelation as he unfettered her. That meant that technically she was his slave property and he was free to use her as he wished. She could not fight him since her powers were neutralized against Bob, her new lord and master.

 

“Yes I do. Sir.”

 

Bob handed Nan his rubber poncho and like a shy bride on her wedding night she slipped under it while trying to not show her privates. As they ate, she asked him questions which he quietly answered without reservations. He had a master’s degree and was an army vet. He and Gus founded a mercenary company. He was a widower. He had two kids both college grads. He liked different kinds of music except rap which he thought was crap. His sports in school were football and track. He also said that his company did not commit any crimes. Instead, they had contracts from the CIA to “clean up” those causing the problems, especially ScorpCorp. He was tough too! She knew he was hurt from the crash but he never complained about it.

 

As he talked, Nan felt a connection to this seasoned mercenary. No, not Bob the mercenary, the connection was to Bob the man, husband, father, and enemy of evil. He was so much like her father in some ways, strong and sensitive.

 

Bob listened as she talked about having a 4.1 GPA and had a full scholarship which she was going to use to go to Vassar. That she was a level 10 gymnast but gave it up to do cheerleading since it was a fun release from the stress of academics. She never had a steady boyfriend. Her goal was to run Hamilton Industries someday. She talked about her dad and how they used to go hunting, rock climbing, skiing, and other outdoor activities. She told him how she got into the superheroine life when she discovered that her mom was Mrs. Confederate and that she blackmailed her mom into letting her become Southern Girl.

 

As the teen talked, Bob realized what a precious girl she was and what a great future she had ahead of her. She was a rare combination of sweetness, intelligence, courage, and power. He felt an attraction to this young daughter of Aphrodite. If only he wasn’t…and she was…that’s karma.

 

Nan pointed to Bob’s old army rifle and asked, “Isn’t that like a World War Two rifle? Why don’t you get something modern?”

 

Bob chuckled, “My daddy carried this M1 Garand from Guadalcanal to the Philippines. That 556 millimeter stuff doesn’t have the range or knock down power like this thirty ought six. It’s late and you need your rest.”

 

Nan snuggled into the sleeping bag. Bob gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her on the forehead. Nan felt something she had never felt before with a man, desire and longing.

 

“Good night honey.”

 

As Nan fell asleep, her thoughts were about Bob, ‘An Ares who is so…so kind and warm. I think he likes me. He is so like my dad: old fashioned and loyal. But he’s so…well...he talks like he's in fifties even though he looks 33…still he is cool. And he called me honey!’

 

She awoke in the darkness a couple of hours later and sat up. It was a full moon and she could see his silhouette as he guarded the cave’s entrance. He was so alert, patient, and strong.

 

She thought logically about him. He was a high level Ares warrior and a successful businessman. He was protective of her and her mom.

 

She searched her feelings about him. Bob It is a rare chance when you meet someone for the first time and just seem to know that person was your soul mate.

 

Nanette Smythe came to a life-changing decision about this man who saved her at severe risk to his own life and healed her. She got up naked and walked over to him.

 

“What are you doing up honey?”

 

She put her hand on his shoulder, “You’re tired and injured. You should rest.”

 

“I can’t. ScorpCorp could be running search teams using night vision.’

 

He looked up and saw the moonlight shine on the face of an angel. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

 

“You need to rest your body and mind for the next day…and I want you to rest with me,” she softly said as she pulled him over to the sleeping bag. He stood there speechless as she unstrapped his equipment and then removed his battle suit. She made him go horizontal and she crouched over his stiffening manhood.

 

“Southern Girl…Nan...you don’t need to do this. I release you.”

 

She smothered his protests with a deep kiss and he kissed her back hard.

 

She sat back up, “I know I do not have to do this and I don’t want to be released from you. I WANT to make love with you!”

 

Bob and Nan moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his Ares Man Penis. She stopped when she felt his large penis touch her cervix. She pumped her Aphrodite Female Body up and down and relished the heat in her womanhood.

 

Bob gasped out, “Nan…wait…are you protected?”

 

She smiled down at him, “No, I’m not.”

 

“You might become pregnant!”

 

“Yes I know that! My period was about two weeks ago.”

 

“But what about your plans and dreams?”

 

“Change of plans, darling! The new plan is us now!”

 

Nan shoved herself down hard and gasped in pain as she felt his manhood penetrate her cervix. The sex now became frenzied, almost animalistic. The maleness of an Ares pounded the uterus of an Aphrodite. Her left hand went to right nipple while the other went to her clit. His hands went to her hips and he moved her body up and down. The heated joining went on and on till finally he thrusted up as he pulled her down. They both came and could feel the hot semen spray her unprotected womb. She fell forward and they kissed in mindless lust.

 

Later, they lay asleep, his body spooning hers. As they lay in an exhausted bliss, an Ares sperm found its Aphrodite Ova target. Nanette Eleanor Smythe, cheerleader captain and future Vassar college freshman, was going to be a mother in nine months.

 

TWENTY-SIX HOURS LATER ON CHOCTAW MOUNTAIN

 

Southern Girl and MercKing peered down with binoculars at the black helicopter the crew began to get ready to take off after dropping off a squad of commandos and supplies.

 

“Honey, I bet you that chopper is headed back to Master Scorpion’s base,” he said.

 

 “No bet, darling,” she said.

 

They lowered their binos and looked at each other.

 

“I killed Master Scorpion’s son. They probably have most of their commandos searching for us right now.”

 

“True, my old gentleman. That means that their base should be lightly protected.”

 

“True, my young lady. Master Scorp’s base has never been located…”

 

“Which means that that if we hitch a ride with that helicopter…”

 

“We will be able to rescue your friends, the cheer girls and their coaches. This could be a one-way trip. Are you sure you want to do this?’ Bob said with concern.

 

Nan squeezed his hand, “Hey old man. Your old lady follows you wherever you are going, no matter what.”

 

Bob smiled, “That’s it then. MercKing and Southern Girl storm into the hellish home of the Scorpions…”

 

Nan smiled back and replied, “And destroys them forever!”