chrismas angels and the law

a tale told by an idiot, full of sex & Fury, signifying nothing much

Well first theres me, thats George. Then theres Lennie and Stiff, thats my brother and his partner. Lennie, hes my brother. It was Chrismas and we didnt have any money for Chrismas gifts. Lennie said he wanted to buy something real nice for me for Chrismas, but he needed a lot of money to get it, which I understood real good. I mean, Chrismas is for giving presents, isnt it?

So George, Lennie says, we’re gonna go rob us a place or two. Stiff yells Yeah, and you get to drive for us.

Stiff always talks loud when he talks to me, like Im deaf or something. Which Im not.

Can we pick us up a Chrismas tree while were out? I ask.

They look at one another. Sure George, Lennie says. A real nice one.

Okay, I says.

Im going to say yes anyway, of course. I like to drive. Its what Georges do best, like Tigger. No one yells at me while Im driving, or makes fun or talks down. Lennie calls me a "Idiot Savant" (I had him spell it for me). Which means I got a knack. I dont even have to think about it, which Stiff says is a good thing.

I like cars better than people anyway, except for Lennie but not Stiff.

Lennie is real smart. Stiff says hes as smart as I am dumb, which I guess is right. Stiff is usually right (dont tell him I said that), hes just not very nice about it. He’s nicer than he used to be, though. Hes careful not to get me mad, on account of that time he spent a couple of weeks in the hospital.

Lennie, he says Im as strong as he is smart. I like that better.

So anyway, I drive the car across the Valley to a real expensive part, where all the cars are Mercedes and Bimmers and like that. Lennie and Stiff sit in the back seat. Its sort of noon but Im too excited to eat. I drive real well, like always. Traffic and cars and me, we get along. Better than people.

I find a parking place right outside the jewelry store and park just right. Lennie puts on an Alfred E Newman mask. Stiff puts on an Old Crypt Keeper mask. I got to choose the masks. Lennie tells me to wait there with the motor running. I know, I says.

Stiff says If he gets out of the car, he’ll get lost. I go No way unh unh, and besides it only happened that once.

They go inside. I wait. I try to figure how many days till Chrismas.

Paige frowned thoughtfully as she wrote the last check on the glass top of the display. The watch gleamed on the counter next to her. She'd been putting a little extra aside every month for the last twelve, and it was finally hers. Or, actually, Walt's. He'd always wanted a custom watch and this Christmas he was going to get one. Even if it cost an arm and a leg.

Which it almost did! Four hundred dollars!

But it was 14K gold-inlaid with genuine diamonds at 3, 6, 9, and 12 o'clock. It was the second-best watch the store sold. The first-best cost twice as much or she would have gotten him that one.

"Here you are," she said, tearing the check out carefully.

The saleswoman smiled as she took it. "May I see two pieces of ID, please? License and credit card would be—"

The big beautiful housewife sighed, conscious of how her immense breasts strained against her blouse and jacket as she did so, aware also of the saleswoman’s eyes on them. None of the salesmen ever asked for her ID, except the ones who had used it to get her phone number so they could pester her for a date.

Then Paige noticed the saleswoman was no longer trying not to stare at her enormous tits. The wide-eyed gaze was directed past her now and the woman was backing away from the counter with her hands at her throat.

Paige turned, and gasped.

Two guys in comical head-masks stood in the entrance with not-so-very-comical guns in their hands. No one in the store moved.

Paige was suddenly glad she’d brought along her extra big purse, with the Savage Fury costume inside.

The security guard, just a kid, went for his gun. The hold-up man in the Mad Magazine mask shot him in the arm and he went down.

The other one, in an ugly old man mask, gestured to the vault door visible in an adjoining room. "I’m sorry," the manager said, sounding like he really was. "It’s an electronic lock, we can’t open it till—"

Mad Magazine grabbed a terrified woman and held his gun to her head. The manager went deathly pale. After a moment, he went to the door and began doing things to it that Paige couldn’t see.

There was a click and the door glided open.

While the two masked gunmen concentrated on the door, Paige was inching along the back wall towards the ladies’ bathroom. As Mad Magazine moved towards the open vault and Ugly Old Man watched, she lunged for the door. It was locked but she gave the knob a twist and it turned with a sprung sound. She dove in as a gunshot rang out behind her and something zipped past her head breaking glass in the back window. She slammed the door and gave the knob another twist, breaking and locking it for good.

The towering awesomely voluptuous redhead leaned against it, heart hammering, pumpkin-sized breasts heaving against her blouse. Her super ears caught the words: "Forget her! Get the loot!"

The bathroom was empty, thank God. She certainly didn’t want to change for an audience. Nervously, she lay the costume out on the sofa—body suit (though it barely deserved the term, it was so scanty), thighboots (she kept meaning to cut those heels down, 5 inches was just too high), shoulder-length gloves, and cowl-capelet combination.

She wondered how other supergirls like Justice Juggs and Ms. Americana got away with so little disguise. Maybe because with bodies and costumes like theirs

and yours too, let’s face it

no one ever looked at their faces.

She popped two buttons in her hurry to take off the blouse and swore softly, tried to fold it neatly then just stuffed it into her purse, realizing as she did so that it was probably ruined.

At least you’re only wearing bra and panties underneath!

But the hooks on the overwhelmingly overloaded bra were stuck and Paige didn’t want to break them too—these custom-made bras were too darned expensive (she’d outgrown ready-made bras at 14). So finally she just pulled the great white basketball carrier (as Walt liked to call it) up over her head, titanic tits flopping back again with meaty slapping sounds and jiggling vastly, ballooning way out beyond even her big ribcage. Like always.

The wisp of panties, stretched taut across her wide swelling haunches and outsized ass and filled to overflowing with scarlet bush, she just tore off.

Outside, she could hear jewelry being placed into bags, indignant gasps as the patrons were robbed.

If you don’t hurry, they’ll be gone before you’re even dressed!

Paige pulled on the body suit, which she’d modified so she could mostly fit into it, at least. Wished once again her predecessor had been built a bit more opulently—all right, a lot more opulently, especially on top. At least within the same part of the alphabet!

The costume had been trimmed to "V" shaped suspenders of shiny leather that came down from her wide womanly shoulders, held way out by her gigantic jugs and digging so deeply into their mountainous mammary masses that her big nipples practically disappeared. The taut straps met at her high-mounded pussy, allowing (no matter what she tried) an abundant froth of crimson pubic curls to foam out under her soft freckled belly. The juncture dug so snugly between her brawny thighs that it tended to get sucked into her generous labia as if they were chewing on it. Usually this happened because it had been kicked into her twat by some scumbag’s crotch-pounding knee, but sometimes all it took was for her to get turned on. And wearing this costume was like groping herself all day long.

The suit was "Y" shaped in the back, a straight strap emerging from deep between her overblown bare buttocks that separated at midback up to her shoulders.

But even with all that, cut down till it left her basically naked for God’s sake, it was still too tight. It dug into her broad shoulders and her bulging bushy crotch, it made her asshole itch and her pussy drip and practically cut her mammoth milkbags in two if she breathed too hard!

Well (with a chestblimp-bisecting sigh), no time to bitch about it now. Paige did what she could, which wasn’t much, to tuck some of her thick cunt curls back in, then slid her legs into the long heavy thighboots and zipped them up. Fretted about those darned skyscraper heels again—they’d been almost as hard to get used to as all of her powers combined! But she did (secretly) like the way they threw her lavish hips forward and gave her a tough, ballsy walk. Helped her feel more like a real bona fide superheroine instead of just an outrageously overblown monster-busted broad in a cowl and not much else running around getting the crap beat out of her all the time in the name of justice.

Well, not all the time. Though it didn’t seem like it (she was having a hard time learning to take a kick to the cunt), more often than not she did the rocking and socking—and was getting pretty good at it too!

Outside, the thieves were winding things up.

Trying not to hurry, Paige pulled on the arm-length gloves and flexed her fingers in them, tugged the cowl over her head and adjusted the eye-slits, threaded her scarlet pony-tail through the hole in the back and straightened the waist-length cape across her bare muscular shoulders.

Finally!

Attaching the "SF" emblem to her costume over her pubic bulge (she didn’t like it there but there was no other place to put it and it was a little extra coverage), Savage Fury realized she couldn’t just go back out the way she came in—too many people had seen her. She would have to climb out the back window, which looked like a tight fit. She didn’t want to damage the building if she could help it.

The scantclad super-stacked superwoman hoisted herself up to the small high window up near the ceiling, remembering Before when she hadn’t even been able to do a single pull-up. Her wide bare shoulders and cape just fit through the tiny aperture, but her massive naked boobs took a lot of fleshy wriggling and squirming to get outside (good thing they were so soft). That left only her hips and lavish ass to squeeeze through. But they only went so far.

Fury could hear the masked hold-up men leaving now.

And she was stuck in the bathroom window.

That stupid Beatles song kept running through The Cowled Crusader’s mind. Did Ms. Americana ever get herself jammed tight in bathroom windows? Heck no!

She gave an irritated heave that tore the whole frame loose. The awesome-bodied cowled Amazon tumbled out with a yelp to thud down on her big butt on the hood of a car parked in the alley. The hood was warm under her soft bare asscheeks.

Angry at all the stupid mistakes she’d made so far, she tore the window frame off, glanced up to see the jagged hole she had left which made her even angrier, and slid off the car onto her 5-inch skyscraper spikes. Gauging distances carefully (she’d gotten pretty good at this kind of thing from many midnights spent at the high school track), she squatted down, haunches bulging over the tops of her thigh-high boots, and leaped.

The building was only three stories and the Masked Mammazon cleared it easily. Coming down on the street side, she even remembered to bend her Olympian legs to absorb the shock of the landing so she wouldn’t break a heel. One good thing about having a costume as tight as this: it kept her titanic tits from flying up in her face (if nowhere else).

Savage Fury landed right in front of the getaway car as two doors slammed and its engine roared.

"You men aren’t going anywhere," she said.

I see the pretty lady drop down out of the sky like an angel and just like that the steering wheel is slippery in my hands. She has the biggest bazooms I’ve ever seen, and they bulge out all around these suspenders-things every time she breathes. You can even see almost all of her—I cant say that. Its not nice. But suddenly my pants are kinda tight, and I feel, I dunno, different. I think of different things than Chrismas.

I wonder if she has a Chrismas present for me, down where all the red curls is.

Then Stiff yells Run her down!

But shes an angel, I say.

Then it won’t hurt her, Lennie says. Do it!

Lennies always right.

An arm poked out the right side of the car as it roared at her and a gun snapped off two shots. The first missed, the second smacked into her right shoulder and bounced off (of course) but the impact blew fire down that svelte leather-sheathed limb. Savage Fury cried out and grabbed her shoulder. The car slammed into the armgloved and thighbooted (and not much else) thunderbolt and sent her hurtling through a plate glass window with a yell more of surprise than pain. Glass cascaded down all about her.

Then the car was gone into traffic.

The mammoth-mammaried Fury picked herself up amongst the display window’s chocolates and candy. Her shoulder was unblemished. As good as new, except for a residual tingling. Bullets hurt, but not for long.

A passer-by, one of many who stopped to ogle, peered in at this magnificent caped and cowled (and not much else) bombshell and inquired, "Uh—are you—all right?"

She stood, distastefully brushing off the crushed chocolate cherries and bon-bons that smeared her overripe near-nude opulence (hoping the juice wouldn’t stain the leather, it was a bitch to clean). "Did you see which way they went?"

"... Well, no, actually, I was—"

Savage Fury stepped out of the window, trying to ignore the manager who was yammering at her. She settled her cape behind her and cast her super-vision up and down the busy boulevard and spotted the car three blocks north. She could see it wasn’t going to get much farther.

Then she was gone. To the passer-by, she seemed to vanish in a blur.

-2-

Stiff starts to yell at me Whats wrong? Whats wrong? Lennie can see as good as me whats wrong, theres steam coming out from under the hood. He says Hittin that broad smashed up the radiator.

That was one hard angel, I say.

Lennie looks at me kind of funny. Cmon, he says, we gotta get us another car.

Were waiting for a light anyway, so we just pile out. All the other cars at the light look so nice to me that Lennie has to choose.

But dodging in and out of the lunch hour traffic kept Savage Fury’s speed down, and by the time she got to the getaway car, it had been abandoned. A shaken woman leaned against it amidst the noisy beginnings of a jam.

The scantclad mega-redhead had to shout to make herself heard over the horns and yells.

"What kind of car do you have??"

"... A station wagon—I don’t know the make—blue with wood sides ...."

"Which way did they drive off?"

The woman looked her up and down. Her dazed expression changed as she took in the voluptuous near-naked glories of the titanically topheavy Amazon Avenger. And she wasn’t the only one.

"Hey, mama!" a driver yelled.

"Oooh, baby, you and me, we go places, yeah?"

From a bus: "Bum ba bum ba bum!"

Fury ignored them. She wanted to grab the woman and shake her. "Which way??"

"Why, I believe—" She pointed west. "It was all so—"

"Thanks, ma’am." Just like Joe Friday.

She dashed off. Thanks to the traffic jam behind, there were fewer cars here and the fleet-footed Fabulous Fury was able to put on a burst of speed that made her cape snap like a flag behind her. The mighty Mammazon’s thighbooted legs fairly flew, spikeheeled feet beating a machine gun tattoo on the street. A police car heading the other way with its siren on tried to make a screaming U-turn in the middle of the avenue and slammed into a Chevy that was following the spectacular speeding superwoman, its driver heedless of anything but the marvelous masked mystery goddess’s naked pumping asscheeks.

Another driver, hurrying home for some afternoon delight with his hot new wife, heard the machine-gunning heels and glanced over to see the biggest boundingest pair of chest-watermelons he’d ever beheld (or dreamt of) keeping swinging, swaying pace with him at over 60 miles per. He goggled at the flashing hipbooted thighs below and crisply tossing butt-length scarlet ponytail above. Then they all began to pull away(!) and that was when he missed a turn and bounced up over a curb onto a lawn and into a petunia patch.

For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why he’d been in such a rush to get whever-it-was he’d been heading.

Did we lose her Lennie? I ask.

I think so, Lennie says. Turn down this street. We gotta dump this car before that old broad can report it.

Lennies so smart. Myself, I aint so sure this is the way to be spending the holidays, running from Chrismas angels and the law and all. Chrismas is for presents. Everyone should get a present at Chrismas. Even the law.

As long as it aint us I guess.

Then Stiff yells SHIT!

Fury had spotted the station wagon and was moving up on it fast, her 5-inch heels flying beneath her, long strong legs a leatherclad blur. There was a clear stretch of road ahead and a park on the right. A hand appeared with a gun in it, snapped off three shots that missed her—and luckily anything else nearby.

Not this time! The gargantuan-globed gladiatrix thought determinedly, plush carmine-laden lips tightening.

She put on a burst of speed and grabbed the bumper. It came away in her superstrong gloved hands with a rending screech.

She tossed it aside (carefully) onto a park lawn and bent down to lift the fleeing vehicle’s rear wheels from the road.

Quick! Lennie yells. Slam on the brakes!

I dont like it, but I do it.

It feels like being rear ended by a truck.

Savage Fury slammed into the tailgate of the skidding station wagon and literally imbedded herself in it, colossal tits smashing through the rear window even as her monumentally voluptuous body buckled the steel like tin. The car slewed wildly and George fought to control it. Careening off a concrete block wall, it crashed into a parked truck, flipped over onto its side across the sidewalk, then, slowly, toppled onto its roof.

Silence. Some kids playing in the park stopped to stare.

Next thing I know, we are upside down. The car is totaled, this is obvious. I smell for gasoline but there isnt any. My door is jammed shut and I have to push hard before it opens with a loud scream. It falls right off and I climb out. I am dizzy but not hurt.

I hear moans from the back seat. I pull off the back door and Lennie crawls out. He is bleeding from the head and I get all anxious until he tells me to quit bawlin and help Stiff. Then I know hes all right. So is Stiff, except he limps a little.

I stare at the angel. She looks like a real pretty hood ornament only in the back of the wagon, and she is upside-down facing in. All I can see of her is her pony tail, which is bright red, and her back and her big ass which is bare and her legs, which stick up in the air. You can see her hair between them, lots of it, and her sex lips. She wears those long kinky kind of boots with the tall skinny heels, they come up her legs almost to her big ass, which is bare. The rest of her is sunk into the back of the wagon, and the rest of her is pretty much bare too.

Some hard angel.

Then she moans, and moves a little. There is a tearing noise and she pulls an arm free. She wears long gloves that cover her arms like the boots cover her legs. I didnt know angels wore stuff like that, but a part of me that doesnt think about Chrismas likes it. She pushes against the tailgate which is almost wrapped around her, and it mashes like tin foil.

Some big strong angel.

Jesus, Stiff says, she’s still alive!

Come on, Lennie says, let’s get the hell outta here!

I want to stay and help the angel but Lennie grabs the loot from the car and we run off across the park.

-3-

"Hey lady, you all right?"

Savage Fury groaned, and pushed. One of her thighbooted legs came free, then the other. She pushed harder and the outrageously overblown rest of her heaved out of the woman-shaped impression in the middle of the stove-in tailgate and flopped onto the grass.

The towering top-heavy cowled crimefighter climbed unsteadily to her feet, teetered on her spike heels. They felt about five feet high right now.

Three boys, around ten years old, stood there with their bikes and very big eyes. "Wow! Are you a Playmate?"

Her gigantic jugs swayed, massively naked on her chest. She pulled the bodysuit’s V-straps out over them again. It didn’t make a lot of difference except that it covered most of her big nipples and pushed them deep into the heaving pumpkin-sized hulks.

"Sometimes I feel like it," she replied.

She turned and examined the wreck. Well, you ruined that poor woman’s car. And yourself too, almost.

But she felt okay, a little shaken but okay. You’re tougher than you thought!

Wiped some fragments of safety glass off her immense billowing boobs. Looked around for the trio of crooks, her eyes focusing like telescopes. Her ears caught a police radio report from the jewelry store. They’ll be here pretty soon so you’d better make this fast if you want the collar!

There they were, near the fountain and playground. Three crooks on ice, coming right up!

As the mammoth-mammaried Fury sped after them, she decided the big one should go first. He was the slowest and looked the strongest.

It is the weirdest thing. There I am running along right behind Lennie and Stiff when I hear this sound behind me, like a car going by with some kind of whirring sound. Only were in a park. Then suddenly Im lifted into the air like Im a little kid again and Pop has caught me doing something I shouldnt. I remember that feeling real good!

And then Im flying through the air ker-splash right into the fountain!

The waters cold. I see the angel chasing Lennie and Stiff. Shes moving faster than Ive ever seen anyone move. Shed catch them easy except they have a big lead because Im slow. They run to the sandbox with all the metal climbing stuff. The kids get out screaming.

Lennie and Stiff hide behind the metal cages and draw their guns.

"Don’t force me to use this thing." The crook, whose name she gathered was Lennie, covered her from behind the jungle gym. The .45 wavered in his hand.

Savage Fury jumped over the gym, her 6-inch spikes crunching in the sand behind him, landing lightly for such a big woman, with a lot of boulderous jiggling. He spun as she came at him smiling, and fired. The bullet sank deep into a stupendous soft jug before rebounding out again, setting that jello-mountain massively aquiver. The cowled and caped crimefighter gasped and clutched at her wounded watermelon. He fired again, hitting her in the gut. She cried out and bent forward.

Darn! Anything smaller than a .45 ….

"Stiff!" he barked. "They don’t penetrate but they hurt! C’mon!"

The outsized near-nude bombshell staggered towards him angrily, reaching for the gunman with shoulder-gloved arms that could bend girders. He backed up firing point-blank at her joggling chest-boulders, the bullets deep-dimpling the doughy dirigibles. Fury dropped to a thighbooted knee red-faced and coughing, but got up again. From behind Stiff sent two bullets into her bursting bare asscheeks and the pain-wracked ponderous-pontooned powergirl squeaked indignantly, hands splaying over her wounded buttocks. She turned to go after him but Lennie bounced a slug off her cowled head, throwing the Savage Sensation into two more of Stiff’s bullets, each pushing a big nipple deep into her bounding pumpkin-sized milkbags.

Choking back a sob of pain and frustration, the dazed titan-titted Amazon leaped away from between the two crooks.

"Let’s vamoose!" Stiff shouted exultantly.

"C’mon, George!" Lennie yelled to his wetly floundering brother.

Raging, Fury wrenched the teeter-totter off its fulcrum and charged the two crooks. They emptied their guns at her but this time she was coming much too quickly. One swipe of the beam took Stiff in the gut and sent him flying to the merry-go-round, which his body set to spinning crazily. Lennie managed to duck a return swing, so the outsized and outraged leatherclad lioness tossed it away and before he could bring his gun up she took it from him.

With one armgloved hand she held him overhead and shook him like a blanket and with the other crushed his gun to scrap. Took a great deal of satisfaction in the way his eyes bugged out at that. Then, with a flick of a petite wrist, she tossed him onto the merry-go-round with Stiff. It spun faster, the two men hanging from it like old laundry.

Her super-ears caught a siren in the distance. "Now to gift-wrap you two creeps."

Then a voice behind her bellowed, "You should’na done that angel!"

And a huge soaking-wet arm clamped around her throat.

The siren faded away and her super-vision blurred as the water dripping off the big slow one, George, took its usual toll on her powers. Savage Fury reached up and managed to dislodge the strangling arm. But the effort made her grunt, and let her know she was seriously weakened.

She elbowed the huge body behind her knocking him back, and turned to face him. His big hands held his gut and his big open face writhed in an almost comical mask of rage.

"You should’na hurted my brother!" he shouted.

All too aware of her weakness, the thighbooted thunderbolt tried to dodge past him to get to the discarded teeter-totter. He reached out and snagged her cape and hauled her back, choking. And there was nothing at all comical about the quart of wet knuckles that smashed her beautiful masked face and sprawled her stunned in the sand. Nor was she tempted to so much as smile when the other fist grabbed the dazed double-dirigibled dynamo by her scarlet ponytail and pulled her groaning to her spikeheeled feet.

The pendent Amazon swung wildly at that enraged face. Connected (almost to her surprise) and knocked him halfway across the sandbox into the jungle gym. Suddenly released, she dropped to her leather-sheathed knees and swayed there a moment before struggling up again, shaking her cowled head.

Still have some strength left, you have to be soaking wet to lose it—

George roared like a bull elephant, his small eyes livid, and charged at her. His slab of a shoulder took her in her belly, air and spittle exploding from her lush lips over his back

as he carried her with him into the fountain with a big splash.

I didnt mean to do it.

I just get mad sometimes. Angels, even Chrismas angels, shouldnt go around hurting Lennie. Hes my brother and hes always taken care of me.

This is the worst its been since I can remember. Way worse than with Stiff. Its like I’m watching me on TV. I hit the angel again and again, all over. Hard. I hit her places I would never even touch a woman in. I hit her real big bazooms and crush them in my fingers till the soft flesh squeezes between my fingers like Moms bread dough used to, only that wasnt pink and shiny.

She fights back at first. So I hit her some more. She falls and I pick her up again and smack her around like Stiff smacks around his ho’s till she falls again. I pick her up by one of her bazooms with the soft flesh squeezing up in my fist and hold her and smash her face around. She isnt as strong as she was. Finally shes just like a big beautiful rag doll in my hands. I have her by her ponytail and its all there is holding her up. Her feet in the long kinky boots barely touch the sand.

I stop when I see theres blood coming out of her nose and from her lips. I get scared then because angels arent supposed to bleed. But Lennie is right there like always when I get scared. He’s a little shaky but he says, Hey George don’t kill her!

You cant kill an angel, I say.

Stiffs eyes are real wide when he looks at me. Like I did something real special good. He never looked at me like that before, not even in the hospital that time. He says, Good going, big guy.

He never called me big guy before. It makes me feel great. Then I throw the angel over my shoulder and she groans real loud and I dont feel so great.

While Lennie finds us another car, I have to let Stiff take a few shots at her. Lennie says its only fair but I aint so sure.

I hold her by her shoulders where the long gloves end, all limp with her head hanging down, while he slugs her in the belly. He really pounds her down there, and she jerks and flops and makes barfing sounds and bloody drool comes out of her mouth. Then he blasts her pretty face with a couple of good ones and her head bounces around like one of those dashboard toys with the bobbing heads, till it doesnt even do that anymore, then he goes back to slugging her in the gut. I dont like this much.

When he knees her between the legs and she starts to cry like a baby, I stop him. Thats enough, I say. He can see that I mean it.

Lets get outta here, Lennie says, driving up in the new car.

Can we take her with us? I ask.

Sure George, he says back. Good idea. Real good idea.

-4-

Dimly, tasting blood, the stunned beaten Savage Fury was aware of being bound tightly. Her shoulder-gloved arms were yanked behind her and ropes looped around her leather sheathed elbows and wrists, bunching the muscles across her broad bare back. She realized it was the pain that had brought her up from unconsciousness a bit, not a return of her powers. She was still soaking wet. Her booted ankles too were bound together, then jerked up and tied to her wrists. A groan bubbled from her opulent bloodied lips.

She ached and throbbed just everywhere, especially in her gut and jaw. One of them had really worked her over.

From somewhere deep she dredged up a spark of outrage. Worked over Savage Fury! Beat on one of the strongest superwomen in the world, like she was just an overstuffed pumpkin-titted punching bag!

At least they hadn’t raped her.

Not yet, anyway.

The last thing she was aware of was her cowled head jerked up by her pony tail and her swollen luscious mouth packed with a rag of some kind till her cheeks bulged out. It tasted foul and greasy, but at least it wasn’t underpants that someone had pissed in, or any of the other nasty things she was always being gagged with. For some reason she wondered which one had her lipstick and blood smeared all over his fists.

Finally, as she was hoisted up and thrown over a broad solid back like an overblown near-naked sack of potatoes, the helpless tight-trussed Amazon Avenger let the blackness take her down again. It was nicer there.

Jesus Christ, Stiff says. The angel lies on the back seat on her side, still out. We sit in front. Stiff wanted to sit in back with her but I just looked at him and he said, Just kiddin big guy just kiddin.

Jesus Christ, he says again. Lookit the bazongas on that babe. Like fuckin pumpkins!

They’re huge all right, Lennie says, and he looks at me.

I don’t enjoy this drive as much as usual, cause I have to watch Stiff. I think he enjoyed tying the angel up too much. He wanted to tie her huge bazongas up too but I wouldnt let him. Now he turns around on the seat and reaches back to touch the angels bazongas. Hes right about how big they are, the way shes tied up makes them look even bigger, like two watermelons. But that doesnt mean he can touch them. With the hand that isnt driving, I grab his arm. He goes pale.

Just kiddin big guy, He says.

But I know what hes thinking about. So I tell him, None of that Stiff. You try any of that and—

Don’t worry George, Lennie says. He won’t try anything. I’ll see to that. But what d’you want to do with her?

I say, As soon as we stop and get the Chrismas tree she can help me decorate it. He gives me a look that I know and I say, You promised I could.

Sure kid sure, he says in that thinking voice of his. Stiff and him have an argument in whispers.

Finally Lennie says, As long as we have the angel there we won’t be able to stop for a Chrismas tree.

Why not? I say.

Well, he says back, someone might recognize the car. Or see her in the back and want her to stay with them.

I think about that. It takes awhile. We’re almost home when I get my Idea. I say, Okay then she can be the Chrismas tree!

I mean, whats an angel for?

-5-

When we get her home I am saddened to find shes not an angel any more. Her face is bruising up and one eye is half closed behind her head-mask. Angels dont bruise or bleed. I guess maybe thats why Im so hard on her when she tries to escape after we take her inside. I think Stiff is more interested in feeling her up than untying her, because one minute shes lying there squirming and moaning with him next to her doing something (Lennie and me are counting the loot, which he never let me help do before), then suddenly shes on her feet heading for the door.

But shes still kind of out of it, her foot turns on one of her high boot-heels and she stumbles. I grab her by her ponytail and pull her back making her scream.

So that gets me mad a little and I dont mind so much when Lennie tells me she needs to be punished. I turn her over my lap and grab onto her wrists in the long gloves and whale the livin shit out of her big ass like Dad used to with me.

I feel kind of silly spanking a grown-up woman, especially an ex-angel with bazongas like watermelons and a thick curly bush, but after a few smacks she starts to bawl like a baby and squirm across my lap and kick her legs in those high kinky boots. It doesnt have anything to do with Chrismas but I like the way her bulging naked ass shakes and jiggles like bowls full of jelly when I whack it with my palm. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I do it till Lennie tells me to stop. By then the angel is limp over my lap and crying hard. Her fat butt blushes like its angry at me. I dont like for her to cry, but she shouldnt try stuff. She isnt a very good angel.

But she makes a great Chrismas tree.

Dully, still woozy with each outsized bare buttock a separate throbbing ache, Savage Fury regarded herself in the mirror George held up before her and sniffled.

"What do ya think?" he asked.

"She’s the prettiest Christmas tree in town," Lennie said. Stiff’s snicker was cut off by Lennie’s elbow jabbing him in the side.

The sumptuously statuesque super-Amazon’s arms were bound straight out from her sides to a crosspiece and her shoulder-gloves had been thickly hung with tinsel. Colored balls dangled amongst the tinsel. More balls were hooked to her V-shaped body suit. Strands of blinking vari-colored lights wound up her long thighbooted legs and flaring fleshy hips binding them together, and around her waist. They crossed between her monumental trembling milkbags, and wound tightly around them squeezing them out like stupendous quivering sausages. Heavy ceramic angels were suspended from those gigantic sagging gourds by hooks passed through her big hard nipples—it was those twin lightning bolts of pain that had finally jerked her awake. Blood oozed down the taut string to dapple the dangling cherubs, whose weight pulled her sweat-streaming jiggle-pumpkins down and stretched them to below her waist.

There were more lights in a halo around her cowled head, a crown of jingle bells, and on top of all, wound into her ponytail, a Christmas star. Her opulent drooling mouth was crammed with a fat lipstick-smeared ballgag that had been colored red and green. Every time she tossed her head, she sounded like Santa Claus coming to town.

And to top it all, she stood in a bucket filled with water—that was how the scumbags had been able to pierce her normally impenetrable skin with the hooks. George wanted his Amazonian tree to be well nourished. She slumped back but jerked up straight again with a gagged squeak. Her bursting bare butt hurt so much from that humiliating spanking that she kept forgetting the broomstick they’d jammed up her asshole. Lennie had explained to his brother that it was "to keep the tree standing up straight" as he worked the handle deep between her lavish sleek netherpillows and made the towering titan-titted milkmaid whimper into her gag.

"She looks great, George," Stiff chuckled, his pants echoing his name and then some. "Really."

"Yeah." George turned to the festively bound cowled bombshell. "Sorry we didn’t have any popcorn strings or that kinda stuff. Soon as we get the dough from the fence, we’ll fix you up nice."

"You bet, Tits," Stiff chimed in, looking right at her (or rather, the ponderous swaying parts of her he was addressing). "We’re going to do you real nice."

Lennie shot him a warning glance. George didn’t seem to notice, lost in admiration of his bound and gagged awesomely voluptuous handiwork.

Savage Fury could not get her mind to think. Forget about breaking free—she wasn’t sure at this point that she could snap tinsel. Her bodacious bulging brightly decorated super-body felt like it had soda straws for bones, held together by pounding pain. Her spike-booted feet were freezing.

What is he going to do with me? He won’t let either of the others touch me, but how long will that last? They haven’t taken their eyes off me or my tits once. I must be a sight. He beat me up, but he seemed like someone else then. Can’t talk ... this horrible gag ....

Miserably, the magnificent mortified Mammazon let her cowled head drop between her aching outstretched shoulders. The bells jingled merrily.

Then Lennie says to me, George how about running down to the store for some cigarettes?

Sure, I say. But wont I be recognized or something?

He says back real quick, I just heard on the radio that they caught three other guys. We’re safe.

Yeah, Stiff says. Safe.

The store is blocks away from our house, but I know how to get there. I go put on my jacket. I promise Lennie that I wont get lost like before.

Oh thats all right, he says. Take your time.

I say good-bye to my tree. She lifts her head and tries real hard to say good-bye too, but with that ball jammed in her mouth all she can say is nnf mffhhh. Shes slobbering like a baby so I wipe her chin. She stares at me. I go to the door and the bells are jingling like crazy. It sounds nice, real Chrismas-y.

Its a nice day out. I would like it if there was snow like when Lennie and me was kids, but this is nice too. I guess maybe I will take my time.

-6-

They barely waited for the door to close. Lennie stood at the window watching while Stiff feverishly groped her titanic tight-bound tits and pushed her back onto the anally reaming broomstick till she bleated into her mouthball. Savage Fury chewed on the ballgag and stared down at his brutal hands working her doughy chest-blimps and at the hard-on snaking awesomely down the left leg of his pants, almost to his knee.

Then Lennie said "Okay!"

They kicked the broomstick away, took the fearfully moaning monster-meloned Avenging Amazon out of the bucket of water and lay her down—carefully so as not to break any of the ornaments George had so lovingly hung. They unwound the lights from her thighbooted legs but left her gloved arms tied to the crosspiece. Trembling, Lennie dropped to his knees between her leather-sheathed thighs and almost tore his zipper off in his haste, wrestled out a big sluggishly hard dick. He lifted her booted legs by the backs of her knees.

Stiff, who was about 12 inches more than stiff by now, knelt over her head, pulling out and avidly stroking his immense cock right in her wide tear-filled eyes. It was twice Lennie’s size and rapidly achieved impressive blue-veined rigidity. He wrenched the ballgag out of her swollen fist-smashed mouth. Despite her fear, Fury glared up at him.

"You sonuvaallffghhh!" was all she could manage before he rammed his huge dong home, buried it between her plush sexy lips all the way to her gag-reflex and nailed her cowled head to the floor with a loud rap!

The foul rampant tool pressed her tongue against her palate. It tasted like he hadn’t bathed in days and its bloated knob plugged her throat choking off her frantic squeals of dismay and disgust. It was far from the first time she’d been forced to suck dick, but these creeps weren’t even super!

"Yeah!" He exulted. "Oh yeah! Swallow that mothah!"

All the monumental haplessly gagging superheroine could see was Stiff’s hairy balls bouncing against her nose as he leaned over her and began to fuck her luscious mouth, long and slow strokes that pushed her gleaming lips in than pulled them out again. His swollen manshaft slid over her tongue, back and forth, the fat head bumping against the back of her throat. Tears of helpless rage spilled from Fury’s masked eyes as she sucked his immense tool.

By the time you dry off, it’ll be too late—about a pint of cum too late!

She felt him lift the angels hooked into her thumb-sized teats till her mammoth throbbing breasts were pulled up like slowly rising blimps. Pain ignited her entire Himalayan chest. She gasped around his lip-stretching bull dork.

"You bite," he snarled, "and these things come right off."

That was when Lennie, gripping her widespread thighbooted legs tightly, buried his straining organ in her pussy. Savage Fury groaned behind Stiff’s mouth-plumbing cock and clenched her bound armgloved hands into helpless fists. By then, she was so wet down there that Lennie’s dick almost splashed in.

But wouldnt you know it? I get so busy enjoying the birds and stuff that Im half way to the store before I find I forgot to get money from Lennie! I go back.

The door is locked. I go to the window to see if Lennie has gone to the fence already.

What I see freezes me to the spot! The angel is on the floor and Stiff is on his knees with his thing in her mouth and Lennie is between her legs fucking her hard. I mean, hes really going to town in her. Her eyes in the head-mask are big and starey and her face is all sweaty and she swallows Stiff’s thing all the way down like a foot-long Dodgerdog except she’s got the mayo smeared all around her lips.

At least they didnt take off all my decorations.

But suddenly I am real mad! Almost as mad as before, in the park! I hit the door and it falls flat with a bang!

The angel groans and huffs something fierce as Lennie fucks her. He has her legs in those long kinky boots spread way wide, they kick and wave around in the air like a TV antenna when I’m trying to get a picture. Stiff jumps up and his thing pulls out of her mouth and spurts cream all over her beautiful face and she makes gagging sounds. I grab Lennie by his collar and pull him up. His thing bobs in front of him, all red and slick and hard. It doesnt stay that way for long.

Stiff is already out the back door. The angel climbs to her feet kind of wobbly. She coughs up a big gooey glob of cum then goes after him, without even wiping his cream from her lips and chin first. Is she pissed! She looks kind of funny running with all my decorations on her but I like the way her big ass bounces and shakes. Im glad shes okay and they didnt hurt her too much. I hear the jingling all the way into the back yard.

It was her idea, George! Lennie keeps saying to me in this high voice. I told you she isnt an angel! I told you!

I shake him. I say, My own brother going behind my back and lying to me and fucking my angel!

He kind of wilts. You don’t understand George, he says. She’s so stacked, tits out to her elbows! She’s so beautiful ….

He’s right about that, anyway.

Blinking in the dazzling sun, Savage Fury cornered Stiff in the backyard where he was frantically trying to hoist himself over a tall fence. He turned and faced her with a sneer.

"Hey Supertits!" he taunted the Cowled Crusader. "You look great wearin’ my jizz all over your face!"

"Why don’t you try to knock it off?" she smiled tightly.

Wait till you dry off and your powers come back ….

"Shit, any time I can’t beat the snot out of any big-tit bitch, let alone one I just fucked her mouth, I belong back in the joint!"

No way. This one I want to beat as is.

"Well, we agree on that at least. So c’mon little man, try to put your fist where your dick was."

"And after I do, ol’ Johnson goes right back there for Acts 2 and 3. You got a mouth on you could suck the sap out of a baseball bat."

Fury brushed the compliment aside with a ponytail-toss of her cowled head. That was when he stepped in and tagged the towering Amazon with a lightning-fast pair of straight shots to her cum-smeared mouth that jerked her cowled head back ("unh—ooO!!"). The little bastard was quick, she gave him that much. And she was still shaky after the rape, and slow.

Seeing stars, Fury swung but he ducked under the clumsy roundhouse and nailed her in the gut ("uhnnff!!") and when she bent double around that brutal fist, he slammed his elbow down across the back of her neck ("ughh!!") driving the thighbooted thunderbolt to her knees.

"C’mon Supertits, let’s hear some more about how tough you are." He took her cowled head in both hands and slammed her face down onto his knee ("OOO!"), then again ("aggh!!").

Wh-what’s going on here? Y-you’re supposed to be beating the crap out of HIM, n-not—"UGHHH!!"

Desperately, the kneeling battered bombshell clenched an armgloved fist normally able to punch through steel and surged to her feet, only to have the little sadist slam his knee into her still-tender dripping cunt like he was expecting her to try that. It felt like a stick of dynamite inserted and ignited; down Fury went again, squealing like a pig. Clutching her agonized snatch, she stared through tear-blurred eyes straight at his huge cock, slowly and ominously hardening again.

Oh Christ!

He leered down at the Savage Sensation. "You ain’t much of a fighter without your strength, are ya?"

Stiff clenched his fists in her gigantic doughy milkbags making the astounding Amazon groan, that groan rising to a bleat as he lifted her to her spikeheeled feet. She towered a full head over him, but he had to hold the dazed swaying giantess by one titanic soft tit to keep her from toppling like a tree.

Not that he would’ve let go anyway, of course.

"Y’know, I’m glad that big idiot showed up!" he grinned up into her pain-clenched masked face. "This’s lots more fun than just fuckin’ you!"

"D-damn you!" Savage Fury groaned in helpless rage.

He whipped his hand across her beautiful face a few times, making the Cowled Crusader yelp. "Watch your mouth, bitch."

Fury grimaced as his cruel hand clenched in her gigantic jug till the fingers all but disappeared in that gallon of gargantuan gland. She realized that, big as she was and small as Stiff was, he could finish her off any time he wanted. But she also realized something else: how warm it was out here, and how the noonday sun was slowly—too slowly dammit!—drying her off.

Time. She needed time ….

Staring fearfully down at the little sadist, she began to whimper. "P-please, don’t hurt me any more!"

Surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a glint of suspicion.

You’re such a terrible actress!

But Fury didn’t need to be a great actress. She had something more valuable—two colossal watermelon-sized somethings, which she now (in the guise of slumping against him) shoved into Stiff’s face.

The effect was as expected: his eyes did a good imitation of a slot machine hitting the Jumbo Jackpot, and any suspicion at her sudden capitulation was buried in two tons of heaving doughy milkfat. His great cock leaped up like a diving board springing back from a dive. Straddling it, she rubbed her tumidly pendent fucklips over the straining shaft and he shivered from head to toe (not a great distance) and that was that.

Gotcha!

"Oh God," she quavered, "Don’t stick that thing in my pussy, he’s too big! Let me suck it first!"

He punched her in the stomach, which didn’t hurt nearly as much as before but still made her gasp. "Alright Supertits, then he goes up this fat ass of yours. And you’re gonna still give lots of suckage!"

Fury didn’t know whether to be satisfied or fearful that her gambit worked.

Talk about doing it the hard way!

He turned the towering titan-titted superheroine and pushed her roughly up against the fence. She felt his fingers pull her great buttcheeks apart and was glad that Lennie had stuck that pole up her ass before.

Might make this a little easier.

It didn’t.

A few months back she’d cornered some jewel thieves in a storefront that turned out to sell fireworks. Fury discovered this the hard way (how else?) while playing scumbag-handball with two of the creeps, when a third she hadn’t even known about snuck up behind her and sent a skyrocket the size of a Coke bottle blazing right up her ass. It buried itself so deeply between her lavish cheeks that as they ran out leaving her dancing around howling in pain, one of the crooks had laughed "it looks like the big bitch is farting flames!"

This was worse.

Fury hated that even though she was ready for it she let out a sharp yelp when Stiff’s huge cock slammed into her.

GOD if I had my strength back—!

But—"UNHHH!!"—this could be more—"OOOO!!"—fun, if it worked. If it didn’t, she wouldn’t be sitting down for awhile.

"AAAHHHHH!!"

Might not be anyway. But at least she had this little bastard to take it out on.

She actually managed to grunt out (through teeth that felt welded together): "Is that … as far … as you can stick him, Shorty?"

Then jerked up with a barely-choked-back bleat when he managed to cram another half inch or so into her bowels.

"That enough?" he gritted, giving one of her outsized buttcheeks a sharp slap.

"Oughta be," she replied.

Suddenly spinning around on her spikeheels, Fury swung the smaller anally-impaled creep around with her and slammed him into the fence as hard as she could! He yelled and she joined him as her asshole absorbed its share of the impact, along with another seemingly-impossible few millimeters of mega-reaming dick.

"Hey!" he screamed. "What the fuck you tryin’, bitch??"

"Just being one," Fury replied, and did it again. She felt him try to pull out of her ass so she tightened her sphincter just a smidge

and held his huge rampant cock tight.

"Leaving so soon?" she chirped. She was really getting the hang of witty superheroine repartee.

"God DAMN!" he yelped. "Lemme the fuck go, you fucking cow!"

"Hey, you put it there Shrimpenstein." And she butt-banged him into the fence again, and again.

Stiff started beating frantically on her broad muscular back so this time she straightened—jerking him up with a cry since her legs in their 5-inch thighboots were so much longer than his—and threw herself back as hard as she could, smashing Stiff between the 165 pounds of her towering awesomely voluptuous body and the fence. The entire enclosure shook and a board cracked

With something almost like a sigh, Stiff stopped living up to his name. Gradually, first against her big behind then in it. A little dribble of cum oozed out into her bowels and she felt his salami start to deflate. Fury glanced back and saw him slumped against the fence, stunned. The only thing holding him up was his softening dick trapped between her lavish asscheeks. She loosened her sphincter and his flaccid organ slid out of her with a little pop! The rest of him crumpled to the ground with a moan.

The little sadist was conscious, but just barely.

She smiled down at him. "Don’t worry little man, we’re not finished here.

"That was just Act 2."

I can hear all sorts of yells and hollers from the backyard! I also hear the kind of sounds Stiff made that time I sent him to the hospital. Only these are louder and way worse.

Some tough nasty angel.

Finally she comes back, dragging Stiff by his, well, his thing. Hes so beat up I wouldnt of known him, all bloody and puffy and black and blue. I thought I hurt him bad!

Shes took off the Chrismas decorations but I dont mind. She watches me like she thinks Im going to try to beat her up again. I wouldnt even if I could, which I dont think I can anyway. But she isnt afraid of me and that makes me happy. I dont want angels to be afraid of me, and Im sorry about before, that other guy. I tell her that.

She nods as she puts her costume on again. It doesnt take very much putting. The suspenders-things on top barely cover her nipples, only push them way back into her really bazongas like pumpkins, and the bottom hides only a little of her pussy. I like it, and the long gloves up to her shoulders and the high kinky boots. I show her how much I like it without even saying. My pants are tighter than theyve ever been. She notices, a little at first and then a lot.

She licks her lips and says, Thank you George. That was a nice Chrismas present.

What? I say back, trying not to touch myself. But Im awful uncomfortable.

Coming back like that, she says.

Oh that, I say kind of squirming a little. That wasnt on purpose I just forgot the money.

Well, she says, it was nice anyway. So Im going to give you a present too.

Oh boy, I say. A present from an angel would be extra special! What is it?

A head start, she says. I have to call the cops now but you dont have to be here when they show up.

No, I say. I guess Ill stick around.

Why? she says.

George looked over at his brother. "I better stick with Lennie. It ain’t so bad in the joint and Lennie, he takes care of me."

Lennie looked even more ashamed and miserable at his brother’s dog-like devotion.

"Besides, they always have a real nice Christmas tree there. Not like you, but nice."

Savage Fury stood there feeling hot and inflated and a little dizzy. Her pussy was still swollen and sopping wet from the double rape—and as much because of the assfucking that followed as despite it.

And let’s face it, beating the crap out of scumbags like that is always the frosting on the cake!

It had taken her a week to track down the three creeps from the fireworks shop. They were now four, so after spending a leisurely couple of hours beating them to whimpering pulps, she’d groped their cocks hard again (pretty easy the way Fury jiggled and shook all around her costume every time she moved), wrapped rubber bands around their bases to keep them hard, she tied them up with the one who’d shot the rocket up her ass sucking the dick of another, and the remaining pair’s helplessly-rigid cocks jammed up the first two’s asses.

She’d always regretted not sticking around to see how the cops reacted.

The memory got more juices dripping down her muscular loins into the tops of her thighboots. Even trading beatings with Stiff hadn’t cooled the heat that Lennie’s pounding dick had left in her—she’d just been climbing to a grudging but powerful climax when George pulled him off.

Standing there trembling and sweaty, very aware of the enormous hard-on tenting out George’s pants, it was all she could do to keep her gloved hands away from her throbbing bloated labia. The costume bottom buried deep between them, further inflaming her lusty love-grotto with every slightest movement, wasn’t helping at all.

"Well, all right." She took a deep shuddery breath and licked her plush lips. "Then let me give you something else."

"Okay! What?"

You didn’t used to be this horny all the time!

The zipper started down. Was she pulling it?

You don’t even know if you can get all this in your mouth!

And then—

And then—

I cant believe it! On her knees the angel reaches into my pants and pulls my thing out! Which is bigger even than Stiffs which is why I think he doesnt like me, and she says My God and strokes it! It feels sooo good in those gloves of hers and it grows and grows like Pinocchios nose, till she cant hardly fit her fingers around it! Her eyes get bigger and bigger too.

She holds it in her fist and kisses it and gives it a loong lick and I cant help myself, I take her head and pull her mouth onto my thing and she goes "gllrrghh!" and "glrrpfff!!" and her fat red lips stretch way wide around it till they almost disappear. Her eyes bulge out of her head-mask and she looks so comical staring cross-eyed at my thing in her mouth that I almost laugh.

She tries to pull back but Im kind of like back at the park only another way, not mad. I hold onto her leather head and make her swallow it all, and I push it into her mouth again and again and again! She goes "glpp!" and "slrrp!" and "glggh!"

My angel is the first whos ever been able to get it all the way into her mouth! I feel a little ashamed of making her do it but I cant help myself like I said.

It feels so goood. The bestest Chrismas present I ever could get!

All too mindful of not being enough of an "angel" yet to break free of his big head-clamping hands, the kneeling Savage Fury sucked George’s gigantic joint, half afraid her taut-stretched lips might tear around his enormous dick, while she fingered her hot swollen twat. If it wasn’t the biggest of the cocks she’d had in her mouth since getting into the superheroine game, it was sure in the running.

Once again, George was like someone else, this one masterful and demanding. How many lived inside this huge slab of a body? There was enough room, and he was hung for all of them together!

She moaned and slurped and gasped and swallowed and sucked his baseball bat of a dong and kissed its taut apple of a head and licked his balls and feverishly groped her pulsating creaming pussy till her big-cuffed thighs were slimed with her dripping juices

and finally realized this was not going to get her off. As though reading her mind, George lifted and turned her and bent her over facing away from him with his hands on her lavish bare hips, monstrous mammaries joggling and hanging down below her leather-sheathed elbows.

She got a glimpse of herself in a mirror, looked like a football center about to give a quarterback the snap. Only this time she was going to get the—

George slammed his mammoth manshaft up her swollen dripping pussy. Savage Fury let out a shrill squeal and her masked eyes snapped as wide as her drooling mouth. The big man grabbed her whipping scarlet ponytail and yanked her cowled head back till she stared at the ceiling, shoving his tremendous truncheon into and into and INTO her boiling cauldron. Massively impaled, helpless before the bludgeoning power of this awesome organ, the Monumental Mammazon hunched there before him, wringing with sweat, her beautiful masked face clenched with pain, and groaned wrackingly as he began to pull out of her. It felt like his huge cock was dragging the entire contents of her pussy with it! Fury stiffened gritting her teeth against a groan when he rammed in again. Her cunt strained around the forearm-sized intruder, it was like being fist-fucked!

By a guy with catchers mitts for hands! You’ve had to take some big dicks in there and sometimes more than one at a time!

But this is … this is ….

Words failed her, as did self control.

Gripping Savage Fury’s topknot in both huge fists like reins, the humongously hung manchild behind her really got down to work ....

Finally, after a seeming eternity of grunting and squealing while his loins slapped meatily against her great rippling netherpillows as he drove into her and into her and she felt like little more than an overstuffed monster-titted sheath for his powerfully pistoning flagpole, and all she could do was hunker down and grip her leather-sheathed knees and stare at the floor watching sweat drip from the tips of her swinging ponderously pendant chest-pumpkins, the stupendous superbeauty came and came, in a series of explosions that shook her whole monumental super-body and flooded it with glorious electric sunshine. Came lavishly, gushingly, cum slopping down her thighs into and over her hipboots, puddling on the floor amidst her spikeheels. A few seconds later he hosed his hot jism into her, a boiling gusher that spewed out around his tight-crammed cudgel all over her thighs and turned the puddle into a lake.

Panting, wringing with sweat, an exhausted Fury sagged back against him, armgloved hands on her booted knees. He released her ponytail and her cowled head dropped down between her broad womanly shoulders. It was all she could do just to stay on her feet. She’d been fucked a lot, both willingly and unwillingly, but never like this!

The Monumental Mammazon was almost disappointed to feel his incredible salami soften in her gapingly snatch and slide out of her with a wet slorp. Wondered what he would do to her next, and could she stop him? Would he tie her up and bore out her asshole the way he’d ravaged her twat? Force her to suck his monstrous dick some more?

"Merry Chrismas!" George sang out.

-6-

"Merry Christmas, evidence holding."

"Is this Officer Hernandez?"

"Yes it is. May I help you?"

"I hope so. My name is Paige Powers. I was told to talk to you about a watch that was part of the loot recovered from the Valley Jewelers hold up day before yesterday."

"Yes ma’am."

"Well, you see, the watch is a Christmas gift for my husband."

"Not this Christmas, I’m afraid."

" ... Oh? ..."

"It will have to be held until the case comes to trial."

"When will that be?"

"Scheduled for—let’s see here—early February at this point. But with the usual delays and continuances, I’d think March or April would be more likely."

"... Oh. Oh, I see."

"I’m very sorry, Mrs. Powers."

"Yes. Thank you, Officer Hernandez."

"Merry Christmas, ma’am."

"Uh huh."

Walt pulled the sweater out of the box after making his usual mess of the wrappings and held it against his chest. "Oh, honey, it’s perfect! My old one is just losing its elbows."

Paige just nodded, her smile feeling phony and stitched in place. The usual Christmas spirit was slow in coming today. This morning was the first time in days she hadn’t stood up from the toilet wincing in pain. She wished again she’d hurt that little SOB more, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how.

It was fun to fantasize, though.

She remembered Stiff trying to tell the cops what she’d done to him as he was stretchered into the ambulance. But it was tough to talk without any teeth, even if the blues had been paying attention. As usual, their eyes and thoughts were totally on the way Savage Fury’s gigantic jiggling jugs sagged a bit around their slender straps, and the way that teasing froth of crimson curls spilled over her costume’s "V" just above her thighboot cuffs.

Paige thought of George, that strange man-child (-stud!). He’d been whistling "Jingle Bells" when they brought him and Lennie out. She had to leap out of there fast to hide the way her barely-covered pussy moistened at the bulge in his pants.

Dad unwrapped a pipe stand with two new pipes and made a joyful noise. Mom sat and beamed. Paige couldn’t feel a beam within miles.

"Let me show you what the company gave me for Christmas," Walt said, and pulled out a small box.

It was a watch. Paige’s heart almost stopped. "It’s 18 karat gold with a platinum band," Walt enthused. "And look at these diamonds!"

There four of them, at 3, 6, 9, and 12.

"Must be worth at least $600!"

"Probably closer to eight," Paige said.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" her mother sang out.