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This story is part 1 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 1 By Shon Richards

   The office of Dr.  Handever, New York, New York

   Kiko was the daughter of a wealthy Japanese-American, something that
interested her Psychiatrist, Doctor Handever, greatly.  Wealthy parents
always make fucked up kids, and that means lots of money spent in therapy.
Doctor Handever had dreams of buying his second yacht form the therapy Kiko
would need, but once he heard her story, he changed his plans.  He would
buy a whole fucking fleet of yachts.

   Apparently Kiko's father, Mr.  Yugokumach, wanted a son instead of a
daughter.  That's a normal condition but where Mr.  Yugokumach went the
extra distance to the loony farm was when he insisted his daughter become a
Ninja.  He wanted a Ninja to protect the family business and to go on odd
missions and outright criminal acts on the whim of Yugokumach desires. 
This too, was not that unusual.  Dr.  Handever dealt with crazy shit like
that all the time.

   What really made Kiko a basket case was where her father attained his
information on Ninjas.  He got it the same way most Americans did, he read
about them in comic books.  Using comics as his guide, he had Kiko trained
in the arts of combat, escape, theft and looking good in spandex.  Real
good in spandex as the doctor noted.  Kiko was trained and surgically
altered to resemble a certain female Ninja from the popular X-Men comic
books; right down to adding implants to give her breast that zero gravity
look.

   "Oh yes," Doctor Handever said to himself.  "Raised to be like a comic
book character by her psychotic father, Kiko will keep me in business for
years!"

   Better yet, there was no end to her father's crazy ideas.  The father
once read that matadors abstained from combat the night before a fight, so
he expanded on the idea.  He declared that Kiko shouldn't have sex, ever.
This was of course futile, Kiko was twenty-one, trained in various
techniques in stealth and combat as well as being horny as hell.  She had
even allowed herself to be captured several times just so she could be
'molested' by her enemies.  Then she usually escaped and killed them.

   This just pissed her father off.  He caught on that his little girl was
a slut, and tried various methods to stop her.  She seduced the chaperones
he gave her, stole what she wanted whenever he cut off her allowance and
often sneaked out at night to go pick up men.  Mr.  Yugokumach had created
the perfect Ninja Nymphomaniac and now he expected Dr.  Handever to somehow
treat her and make her more reasonable.

   "Yeah, like being forced to dress and look like a busty Ninja and be
celibate until you turn twenty-five and receive your trust fund is a sane
option for anybody," the doctor mused.

   Dr.  Handever had plenty of time to think about this case because at the
moment he was tied spread-eagle on his table.  Kiko had proved remarkably
resistant to any therapy, as well as being amazingly stubborn about wanting
to fuck the good doctor.  After a devastating kick to his back, Dr. 
Handever awoke to find himself naked and tied.  He might have complained,
but Kiko was sucking his cock so he used the time to think about her case.

   He also took the time to admire her attire.  She was forced to swear a
spandex one piece swimsuit that clung to the Asian beauty's charms.  This
swimsuit was purple, as were her long gloves, leather boots and assorted
ribbons on her thighs and arms.  She might have looked silly if she didn't
look so damn gorgeous.  Her breasts were huge, and barely contained by the
flimsy swimsuit.  He could feel her lovely breasts every time her head
moved down to suck him, and he thanked God that Mr.  Yugokumach had such
excellent skills in creating such a Ninja Slut.

   "Good, you're awake," Kiko said as she pushed her long black hair out of
her face.  The hair easily reached down to her ass.

   "Umm Kiko," the doctor half heartedly tried to say.  "Are you sure you
want to do this?  Having sex with your therapist might harm your
treatment."

   "In case you hadn't noticed," Kiko said as she pumped the doctor's cock
with her gloved hand.  "I'm not the crazy one, it's my damn father and his
Ninja obsession."

   "Ok, you convinced me, fuck my brains out," the doctor said as he gave
in his lucky situation.

   Kiko climbed on top of the table and was prepared to do just that.  As
she began to unsnap her swimsuit, her Ninja trained hearing detected
something odd from outside the window.  This concerned her as they were
seventeen stories up.

   Kiko rolled off the prone doctor just as the wall exploded outward.  She
hit the ground in a roll and watched as five flying devices the size of
basketballs flew in the smoking hole.  The devices appeared to have no
means of flight, they were just plain balls that levitated in the air. 
They approached Kiko slowly, humming menacingly.



   "What the fuck?" Dr.  Handever screamed as he struggled uselessly on his
desk.  Kiko knew her knots to well for the doctor to ever escape on his
own.

   Kiko was ignoring the doctor, the balls were coming closer to her
defensive position.  She didn't know what they were, but usually things
that blew up walls were dangerous in Kiko's book.  As the first one came
foolishly close, she kicked out with all her might.  This was Kiko's
deadliest move, guaranteed to kill something.  As soon as she kicked it,
she tried to swing a deadly punch at another ball.  This was when she found
out something was terribly wrong.

   When she kicked the one ball, her foot sank harmlessly into it, but the
ball sealed after her booted foot.  Now she had a flying ball that had a
concrete hold on her foot and she had no idea how to get it off.  As she
hobbled around, struggling in vain against the flying power of the ball,
the other balls swooped in.  One ball encase her other foot and there was
one ball around each of her hands.  Her fingers were frozen as soon as they
entered a ball, almost as if they were encased in stone.  Unable to
maintain her balance, she would have fallen if the balls hadn't have
levitated her entire body off the ground.  Kiko looked at horror at her
dilemma, and that's when she saw there was one ball left.

   The balls on her feet spread her legs apart, despite the terrible
tensing of Kiko's awesome leg muscles.  The fifth ball hovered between her
legs, and then slowly pressed itself against her twisting crotch.  Kiko's
eyes widened in shock as the pliable material molded itself into her,
easily destroying the crotch of her swimsuit.  Thoughts of evil implements
came to her mind, but instead of the horrors Kiko imagined, the ball did
something stranger.  It formed a perfect phallus inside her, the outer
shell of the ball still sphere-like.  It looked like she was trying to suck
a basketball through her pussy.  Just when things couldn't get odder, the
vibrations began.

   Kiko shuddered as this perfectly molded, perfectly hard phallus vibrated
inside her nympho sex.  She immediately forgot about the doctor and the
fact that she was being carried, this was the best fuck she had ever
received from a machine.  Used to sneaking fucks from weak men, Kiko moaned
as she received the ultimate in rock hard fucking.  Not even her Yoga
trained muscles could resist the undeniable power of the device.  She was
impaled on this strange machine and as the vibrations covered her entire
sex, she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be.

   Kiko was enjoying her first orgasm right as the five balls carried her
outside the building.  Dr.  Handever was still in a state of shock; he had
just witnessed his patient being kidnapped and assaulted by flying weird
things.  Worse, he was still tied to the table butt-naked.  He wasn't sure
how he could spin this in a positive light to Kiko's father.  His dreams of
owning a fleet of yachts vanished as he felt the spit from Kiko's blowjob
drying on his flagging cock.

   Flying at incredible speeds through the sky, Kiko was oblivious to what
was happening.  She gave in to the solid pleasure between her legs as they
approached an ominous looking Flying Saucer.  Her eyes were squeezed shut
as she rode one orgasm after another, so she didn't notice when her body
was dropped into a small cell.  After two hours of this perfect vibrating
fit in her pussy, Kiko fell asleep as the vibrations finally stopped.

   "That's one down," Valthor said as he watched Kiko fall asleep.  "Now I
must track down the rest of the contestants..."

   The Lost City of the Vanished Ones, Somewhere in Australia

   Flora Craft was in a piss-poor mood.  She still had a hangover from the
party last night, her plane had crashed, she was low on ammo for her twin
Magnums, and her body was sore from having to jump and climb the ravine all
morning.  She had to shoot several animals native to the area, but that
sort of strange wildlife was usually a good sign that there was a mystic
artifact in the area.  Flora tried to take heart from that, she desperately
needed to find the Obsidian Hammer before the end of the month, there were
bills to pay.

   In fact, there was a ton of bills to pay.  Flora was a famous
archeologist but she was also a hard drinker and a party animal.  Her
parents disowned her after that thirty man orgy in the library, and Flora
has had to make due with providing her own means of support.  Sure, she
always made a fortune when she discovered yet another lost artifact from
Atlantis, but that money disappears quick when Flora decides she wants to
fill her swimming pool with only the best champagne.  All the studs she
kept on hire weren't cheap either.  Flora preferred her sex to be hard and
simple, it was easier for her to keep a stable than to actually put up with
the shit involved in a relationship.

   Living with the pressure of finding the next big artifact before the
bank repossessed her mansion had taken it's toll on Flora.  It had
transformed the archeologist into something of a thug.  There were various
historians that would shoot her on sight because of her method of blowing
down temple walls and riding dirt bikes through dig sites in order to get
to the treasure quicker.  Details like right of ownership, customs and
human life were things Flora had no time to consider.  An arsenal of
weapons in her backpack, a sharp English accent and a tendency to blow away
anything that blinked solved most of Flora's problems.

   Today was no different.  Flora was in another hurry, and that meant her
guns were ready and her teeth grinding in irritation.  She still looked
sexy though, Flora was pretty vain that way.  She wore a tight green
tanktop that showed her enormous natural bust to it's best advantage. 
Flora also wore simple khaki shorts for the same reason.  If she was born
rich, smart and beautiful, why the fuck should she hide it?  Black
sunglasses completed her look; with her brown hair tied back in a ponytail,
people knew they were dealing with a serious badass.

   Flora slid down the crumbling the ramp to the strange floating plateau
ahead of her.  Right as she reached the edge of the ramp, darts, a boulder
and three rapid monkeys came flying at her.  She jumped from the ramp, and
barely caught the plateau surface.  She climbed up, the muscles on her arms
and back straining under her green tanktop.  Whipping out her guns, she
perforated the monkeys with hot lead, performed a dazzling side jump and
avoided the rolling boulder and then tucked into a roll and avoided the
thirty firing darts.  It was a typical day for Flora Craft.

   Flora holstered her weapons and headed casually to the bridge on the
other side of the plateau.  As she neared it, a bright flash of red light
struck out from behind her.  It wasn't aimed at Flora but she did a side
roll to avoid it anyway.  The flash struck the bridge and completely
destroyed it.  There was no way off the plateau now!

   Flora's guns were back out, she could draw her guns almost as fast as
she could throw down a shot glass.  She looked at the source of the beam
and saw an odd sight; odd even for Flora.  It was a hovering cube, about
eight feet wide and tall.  Completely transparent, Flora could see tiny
circuitry weaving all through the sides of the box.  It appeared to be
hollow and flying on it's own with no visible means of propulsion.  It spun
around, and came right for Flora.

   She didn't know what it was, but Flora gave it the same treatment she
gave all unusual objects that could move.  She fired her guns at it, and
emptied two entire clips into the strange cube.  There was no effect, the
bullets bounced harmlessly off the transparent cube.  Before Flora could
switch weapons, two small beams fired from the cube, and hit her guns. 
Flora braced herself for impact, the beams were too quick to dodge.  To her
surprise, nothing happened.  At first.

   Running around the cube, Flora kept firing.  Within seconds, the guns
became red hot, and Flora dropped them in pain and surprise.  Somehow the
weapons had become superheated, and she just barely managed to throw them
away before they exploded!  Flora gritted her teeth, those guns cost a
fortune to replace!

   She pulled her rifle from around her shoulders, and again twin beams
fired from the cube.  Once they hit her rifle, Flora only had three seconds
before the rifle exploded too.  The same thing happened when she pulled her
grenade launcher, her Desert Eagle and even her harpoon gun.  In less than
a minute, Flora had pulled all of her weapons, and the cube had destroyed
them all.  She braced herself, looking for some sort of escape.  What would
the strange cube do now?

   A single beam struck out at her, a blue beam this time.  Flora tried to
dodge, but the cube was too quick even for her speedy reflexes.  When the
beam struck her right on the chest, she was relieved to not have felt a
thing.  Relief only lasted for three seconds because her shirt began to
heat up as well!  Flora tugged at her shirt as it caught fire, and ripped
her top off just in time to avoid a rather embarrassing burn.

   "Bloody piece of shit burned my lucky shirt!" Flora screamed to no one
in particular.

   Engulfed in her blood rage, Flora charged the cube.  The English raider
of tombs didn't really have a plan, but she did have a lot of confidence in
herself.  Launching herself with her powerful legs, she hoped maybe her
sheer mass could send the cube flying.  She had hoped to knock the cube
over the plateau, so she was pretty surprised to see the cube open up right
as she was in midair.



   Unable to stop herself in midair, Flora crashed inside the cube, HARD.
The wind was knocked out of her, and when she fell back.  The cube had
already closed behind her.  She crumbled to the floor, and caught her
breath.  Weaponless, topless and still hung over, Flora didn't even want to
think about what could happen next.

   Keeping with the theme for the day, Flora had only to wait three
seconds. The cube contracted, the transparent sides shrinking down around
Flora.  She tried in vain to stop the sides with her arms but it was no
use. The cube shrunk down to barely six feet tall, two feet wide and two
feet deep.  Flora's arms were trapped by her sides and her bare breasts
were pressed almost flat by the glass side.  The English beauty screamed as
she imagined her demise.

   Of course, that didn't happen.  Invisible gas filled the cube, and
Flora's scream ended as she fell asleep.  Still standing upright because of
the confines of the cube, her body was whisked into the sky, back to the
spaceship from which it came.  Valthor admired her generous bust pressed in
glass as the entire cube settled into another bare cell.

   "Two down and both of them harmless," laughed Valthor as he looked for
his next target.

   Moon Valley, Somewhere in California,

   Muffy, also known as The Chosen One, also known as The Werewolf Slayer,
was having her usual Friday night at the city park.  Because the city of
Moon Valley was located on the Devil's Gate, the whole town was a magic
breeding ground for monsters.  Instead of hanging out with her friends like
a normal eighteen year old, Muffy was hunting stray werewolves all night
long.  It was her destiny, it was what she was born to do, and she hated
every minute of it.  Plus, it meant she had to spend long hours waiting for
an attack, like she was tonight.

   Ok, not every minute.  Muffy was glad that being the Chosen One meant
she had a killer body with shoulder length blonde hair and very shapely
legs.  She also was appreciative of the way she could heal almost instantly
from any injury.  That meant that any claw marks, black eyes and popped
pimples were gone in five minutes.  Being the Werewolf Slayer meant she got
to kick butt as pretty as a picture.

   Being the Chosen One also meant your love life was hopelessly fucked. 
Muffy discovered that every time she fought, she got extremely horny.  Her
Mentor told her it had something to do with the hormones in her body, but
all Muffy knew was that every fight caused her to run home and masturbate
like mad.  She had taken to wearing tight jeans simply because she loved
the feel of the tightness against her crotch.  No wonder her boyfriend
Cherub had such an impact on her.

   "Oh, Cherub" Muffy sighed.

   Cherub was the one bright point in her life, and her greatest
frustration.  A Werewolf who had managed to overcome his bloodlust, Cherub
had rescued Muffy and her friends several times as well as being so damned
handsome.  When Cherub and Muffy had their first sexual encounter, it was
so fantastic, it sent Cherub back into a blood rage, one that lasted for
several months until Muffy's friend Ashe was able to cast the right spell
to turn him back.  Now they can only have sex half of the month; the week
before and after the full moon was off limits.  So for half the month,
Muffy has marathon sex and for the other half, she wears down her never
ending supply of dildos her friend Sanders makes in woodshop class.

   "Damn it," Muffy cursed as she kicked down a park bench with her
superior strength.  "It's not fair!  Ashe has sex with her Vampire
boyfriend, Ozzie, all the time!  Sanders, her loser male friend even got
laid when he was dating Ophelia!  Fuck, even my Mentor got lucky with my
Mom when they fell under that youth spell!  Why can't I have a normal sex
life!"

   The park was silent with an answer.  Muffy replaced the park bench where
it belonged and sat down in a slump.  Just once, Muffy wanted to have a
real good fuck without worrying about sending her boyfriend into a
metamorphosis.

   As she wished upon a full moon, Muffy heard an unusual noise.  It
sounded like a bat being swung around, over and over. Muffy jumped to her
feet, for it sounded like the swinging noise was coming closer.  In fact,
it sounded like it was multiplying, and increased numbers were never a good
thing as far as the Werewolf Slayer was concerned.

   She saw them as they approached, and Muffy knew she had seen them
somewhere before.  They each looked like they were four feet long, and
resembled metal pipes.  On each end were a round ball that glittered in the
moonlight.  The sticks were rotating in midair, hovering without any means
of doing so.  They swooped in out of the sky and surrounded the confused
Muffy.

   "Now I recognize them," Muffy muttered.  "They look just like lines in
geometry class.  They even have the round bits that look like points. 
Wouldn't Mr.  Ifland be proud of me for learning something in his class!"

   Actually, Mr.  Ifland would have been pissed.  A ray ending in two
points is a segment, not a line.  It was a shame Mr.  Ifland wasn't there,
because he would have been pleased to see the segments spin into Muffy and
deliver a painful blow to her ass.  Mr.  Ifland was just perverted that
way.

   Muffy jumped as the first painful segment spanked her ass.  The tight
jeans she wore did nothing to soften the blow.  When she spun to face her
attacker, another segment flew in and clobbered her in the head.  Reeling
and healing from the blow at the same time, Muffy stumbled into the path of
all four segments as they popped the shit out of her.  Each blow was timed
to keep her off balance, and each blow hit just hard enough to sting but
not cause her any harm.

   Enraged, Muffy lashed out with her hands and with kicks.  All her
strength was useless, as the segments spun with her punches, preventing her
from really connecting.  Moving even faster, Muffy tried to fight her way
away from the segments, but they just kept following her.  Finally, she
stumbled, and then the segments performed their next function.

   One of the segments flew right into Muffy's knees, and then released
tiny metallic cords that bound her knees to the segment.  Confused, Muffy
fell to the ground where another segment did the same trick with the
metallic cords to one of her elbows.  The segment then struggled against
Muffy's strength as it tried to get behind her back.  Muffy almost
prevented it, but the two other segments began hitting her on the chest,
knocking the wind from her.  As her arm went limp, the segment spun behind
her, and lashed her other elbow with it's tiny unbreakable cords.  Now
Muffy was bound at her knees and with her elbows behind her back.  The
third segment then attached itself to the other two already on Muffy.  With
the third segment locked to the others behind her, Muffy was unable to move
her legs or arms without falling on her face.

   Muffy tried to stand, but the segments then levitated.  Muffy struggled
against the unyielding segments, but it was no use.  She had forgotten
about the fourth segment until she saw it hover in front of her.  She
watched as it moved down between her legs and attached one end of itself to
the middle of the segment on her knees.  Then the segment shortened until
it fit snug at her crotch.  Muffy watched as the round end changed shape
into something Muffy was very familiar with-- a metallic dildo!

   Muffy screamed as she watched the dildo squirt a liquid at her pants
crotch.  The powerful acid ate at the nonliving material of her pants and
panties but didn't harm Muffy's sex at all.  Of course, Muffy didn't know
this and screamed even louder as she thought of horrible mutilations.  When
she felt the acid turn into a soft foam as it touched her skin, she almost
relaxed.  That was when the dildo plunged into her blonde pussy.

   Hanging in the air, Muffy struggled against the segments as the dildo
pushed it's way into her sex.  She was already horny from her hormones and
the fight, the dildo just gave her what her body had been begging for.  She
twisted and turned, but she was stuck, and the segment telescoped in and
out of her, fucking her with ease.  Within a minute, Muffy's screams turned
into moans as her orgasm hit, the first orgasm she had enjoyed this entire
week that didn't involve her hand.

   "God I needed that," Muffy moaned, a little ashamed of herself.  Cherub
had been off-limits for seven days now, and Muffy missed every second that
she couldn't have him.

   The dildo wasn't finished with her as it plunged back into Muffy.  The
glow of her first orgasm was replaced with the need for more cock in her
pussy, a need that was being wonderfully fulfilled.  The Chosen One's
hormones were usually perfect for her needs.  As she became more afraid, or
angry, more hormones would pump into her body.  The side-effect of being
horny was not usually a problem.  Muffy had more than enough strength to
fend off sexual attacks.  These segments were unique however, for the first
time, a Werewolf Slayer was bound by something she couldn't break.  Because
she couldn't break them, her hormones increased in a futile attempt to
escape.  This only hampered Muffy as it made her even more sexually hungry,
which the fourth segment happily feed.  It was a perfect feedback loop, not
only was she bound, but she was distracted by the best possible fucking a
Slayer could receive.

   Muffy moaned as the segments carried her into the night.  She was still
struggling, but with the dildo segment attached to the segment at her
knees, the struggling only made the dildo behave in more wild permutations.
Muffy lost track of her orgasms, lost track of where she was, and lost all
sense of who she was as her bondage gave her exquisite pleasure.

   The segments carried their hostage into the spaceship.  In the same
hallway with the other prisoners, Muffy was dropped into a bare cell.  She
was exhausted from her battle, flight and fuckfest, so it only took the
slightest of sleep gases to put her away.

   "One last prisoner and I can begin," Valthor said to his robot crew.  He
was undecided on his next target though.  He wanted someone beautiful yet
deadly.  There were a few female wrestlers and actresses who were tough and
gorgeous, but none of them had actually killed someone like the vixens he
had captured already.  The Master of the Ship searched the database on
Earth, looking for someone who could compete with his collection of violent
women.

   He couldn't find anyone alive who was suitable, but the database kept
turning up one name over and over again.  Ages ago, in a time of legends,
there was Zena, the Warrior Princess.  From what he read, Zena was one
major class bitch, leader of armies, slayer of monsters and defender of the
helpless.  Plus, she had a great chest and silky black hair.  It was
debatable on which was more important to the Valthor.

   He gave orders to his ship, and supervised as they prepared for the
Time-Jump.  Sure, it was extreme to time travel for some pussy, but this
was first class pussy.  Pussy from ancient times usually knew ancient sex
tricks that were lost to modern people.  Plus, what was the point of being
able to time travel if you never used it?

   The Road to Thebes, Ancient Greece,

   Zena, Warrior Princess, was riding her horse a good distance ahead of
her traveling companions.  Clad in her brown leather armor, with her long
black hair blowing in the wind, Zena was quite a beauty.  Too bad her
thoughts were all murderous.

   "If Fabrielle tries one more time to explain why my spirit is doomed for
eternity, I'll shove that staff where she hasn't put it in a long time!"
Zena muttered to her horse.  "Ever since we returned from India, Fabrielle
has changed completely.  Instead of living a perfectly happy lesbian
lifestyle, all she talks about now is how sexuality is adverse to
spirituality!"

   "I don't ask for much, do I?" she asked her horse.  "After a long day of
fighting evil soldiers is it too much to ask for that I want my back rubbed
and my pussy eaten?  What happened to the old Fabrielle who would let me
tie her up and spank her with my scabbard?  Where did the old Fabrielle go
that would scream as I stuck her staff up her ass?"

   The horse didn't have any answers, and Zena sulked.  After two months of
Fabrielle's new found celibacy, Zena was starting to get desperate.  Even
Poxer, the idiot fighter they kept around for laughs was starting to look
sexy.  Zena longed for the days when she was the evil leader of a band of
raiders, roaming the country side for their next piece of ass.

   A roaring sound snapped Zena to attention.  Thanking the Gods that there
may be some sort of danger to distract her, she urged her horse off the
road to investigate.  She pushed into the trees, looking for the source of
that ominous sound.  Coming to a small clearing, she dismounted and drew
her sword.  Whenever odd things happened to Zena, if usually involved the
Gods, as well as a lot of teeth.

   A triangle floated before Zena, about three feet on all sides.  It
reeked of magic, and Zena was cautious as she approached.  It didn't move
or attack, it just floated there, making that awful noise that sounded like
a Titan bellowing.  Zena kept her sword drawn although she wished she could
cover her ears.

   "By the Gods, it's loud!" Zena screamed.  Wishing there was a way to
stop the racket, Zena carefully touched the triangle, looking for a lever
or maybe a knob.  For a Greek Warrior, Zena had far too much experience
with magic and pseudo technology.  When she touched the triangle, the noise
instantly stopped and Zena relaxed.

   That was her second mistake, for the triangle melted under her hand and
reformed around her wrist.  As Zena's blue eyes widened with shock, the
triangle split into three equal triangles.  She swung her sword at the
triangle around her wrist, but the metal was tougher than any she had seen
before.  The triangle around her wrist was also strong enough to keep her
hand pinned, and no amount of shaking could make it move from it's floating
position.

   Zena watched as the other two triangles flew behind her.  One of them
came for her other wrist, and she tried to parry it off as best she could.
While she was busy defending herself from the one at her wrist, the third
triangle locked itself easily around her ankles.  Zena cursed in anger, and
tried one of her dazzling jumps to break free, but the triangle was too
strong.  Instead, she just ended up straining her ankles, and forgetting
about the second triangle that snapped around her free arm.

   Too proud to yell for help, Zena grunted as she strained her magnificent
body to no avail.  The triangles started to move, taking her limbs with
them.  They moved behind her and reformed their original formation, a
single triangle.  Zena's knees bent backward as her ankles and wrists were
placed painfully together.  Her bust was almost popping out of her armored
cleavage, not that Fabrielle would care, Zena thought ruefully.

   The triangle lifted Zena to the sky, carrying her painfully in her
awkward position.  Zena couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the
spaceship, it defied everything she could understand.  It was a mercy that
the cell she was dropped into was quickly filled with sleeping gas.  The
proud Warrior Princess had had enough shocks for one day.

   "Now, the games can begin," Valthor laughed in the safety of his control
room.

   To be continued,

   This story is part 2 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 2 By Shon Richards

   Valthor, Master of a Thousand Wives, rechecked everything before he woke
his captives up.  These were four of the most dangerous and sexiest women
that Earth had to offer, he knew he needed to be careful.  First he made
sure they all were infected with the Universal Translation virus so that
everyone would know what the others were saying.  Second, he made sure they
were all wearing the special slave cuffs on their ankles and wrists.  This
would allow him to instantly bind anyone who gave him trouble with a press
of a button.  Third, he made sure all the subdermal implants had been
installed.  Buried microscopically under the skin, these implants would
feed him data on their condition as well as allow him to manipulate their
sexual awareness as needed.

   When he was convinced that they were ready, he ordered his robots to
release the Stimulation Gas.  Valthor made sure that his seven foot tall,
purple skinned and extremely muscular body was the first things his
captives saw.  Valthor even wore his loincloth today, so that they can
admire his powerful body.  His vanity knew no bounds, but he still kept his
Shapes of Bondage nearby.  These women were too lethal to be taken lightly.

   The women woke up slowly, each in a separate but transparent glass cell.
Flora reflexively crossed her arms to hide her nudity, but her chest was
too big to do a good job of it.  Muffy likewise was trying to figure out a
way to keep her legs crossed while she was standing, her pants had a very
large tear from where the dildo kept her busy.  Kiko was unashamed of her
missing swimsuit bottoms, hell, she spent most of her missions nude anyway.
Zena merely rolled her eyes as she watched the others, what kind of tramps
was she locked up with?

   "Greetings ladies," Valthor purred.  "I must insist that you remain
silent for the next few minutes, your very lives could depend on it.  To
begin with, my name is Valthor and you are all my guests."

   Muffy almost said something funny and brave, but a warning scowl from
Zena stopped her.  From past experiences with Fabrielle, Zena knew blondes
were always the talkative ones.  Zena had years to practice her 'shut the
fuck up' scowl.

   "Each of you has a terrible problem that is easily solved by my advanced
technology.  Kiko, your father suffers from an undetectable chemical
imbalance, one dose of the correct drug could cure him forever of his
obsession with you being a Ninja, as well as his interest in your sex life.
Muffy, lycanthrophy could be cured by one blast of a special radiation.  I
could easily eradicate werewolves from ever appearing on your planet again,
as well as cure your boyfriend.  Zena, armed with some self-repairing
energy weapons, you could restore peace to your land as well as blast the
shit out of any who opposed you.  Your lover Fabrielle will forget her
peaceful ways once she sees how simple it is to atomize an opponent. 
Finally, Flora, using my sensor equipment, I have located no less than
three dozen ancient sites that no man has ever discovered.  With the
information located in a single disk, I could provide you with enough maps
to make you a millionaire for life, even with your exorbitant tastes."

   "If you are such a thoughtful freak with our best interests in mind,"
Flora interrupted, "then why did you kidnap us and take my damn shirt!"

   Valthor frowned and pressed a button on his wrist controls.  Flora
screamed as an arc of pain traveled inside her body.  She collapsed to the
ground as she lost all control of her muscles.  The pain only lasted two
seconds, but for Flora, it was an eternity.  She didn't move when the pain
disappeared, Flora was too grateful that the pain was gone to risk moving.

   "The reason you all were kidnapped forcefully," Valthor continued, "was
to show my complete and total supremacy over you four.  As fearsome as you
are, I knew only a defeat at the hands of my Shapes of Bondage would humble
you enough to take me seriously."

   "The reason I have captured you is simple.  I tour the universe looking
for suitable participants in my games.  On each world, I select a number of
creatures to battle it each other in various tests of skill and ability. 
On Earth, I have chosen the four sexiest and deadliest women to compete in
what I believe will be the greatest game ever.  You have no idea the honor
I have given you."

   "Since I am a compassionate man, none of you will be killed or otherwise
injured.  All of my games will be of a non-lethal variety.  If you compete
to the best of your abilities, there will be no need to administer the Pain
Inducer like I did with Flora.  The losers will be returned to their homes
unharmed while the winner will be returned with the prize I have already
described."

   "Now that I have you understand what you are fighting for, I'll describe
the rules.  Every day we will have a new event.  Points will be given
depending on who wins and how the others place.  After the event we will
have a rest period in which the two top scorers of the day will enjoy the
hospitality of their quarters.  The low scorers of the day will have
significantly less enjoyable accommodations.  That should give you
encouragement in even the hardest games."

   "Each of you are wearing wristbands and anklebands of my own design. 
They are invulnerable, as well as equipped with powerful magnetics.  These
can bind together at any time, and will do so as the games require.  Also,
they have screens that will tell you what your current score is.  This way
you can constantly find out where you stand with your competition."

   "Flora is already aware of the subdermal implants.  These will let me
keep an eye on you, as well as manipulate your nervous system as needed. 
As you can well imagine, this makes escaping impossible, so I recommend you
spend all your attention on the games.  Only when the last game is finished
will you be let go.  Is there anyone who still refuses to play or are you
all willing to compete for your ultimate prize?"

   One by one, the heroines thought it over.  For Kiko it was a no-brainer.
She was used to bondage, fighting, escaping and sick deviant desires.  This
was nothing new, plus she had a chance to cure her father!  No more crazy
missions, no more purple spandex and best of all, she could get laid like a
normal girl!  Kiko couldn't wait to start.

   Zena bit her pouty bottom lip in thought.  She didn't understand a lot
of what Valthor said, even with the Universal Translation Virus.  What she
did understand was that he would grant her weapons if she won this strange
Olympics.  Zena had a suspicion that with the one girl being topless and
the other two with their crotches exposed, that the games would be of a
kinky nature.  She smiled to herself, kinky games were an everyday
occurrence when she was a Warlord.  Zena didn't see how these skinny
bitches could even compete.  She was more than ready to play.

   Muffy was in turmoil.  After the blissful, though savage, fucking she
received earlier form the segments, she knew things would only get more
perverted.  On the other hand, this could be her one chance to wipe out
werewolves everywhere.  Muffy had already sacrificed her Prom, Homecoming
dances, a normal date life and countless parties to her career as a Slayer,
what would be the harm in doing one more sacrifice for the good of the
world and play in this sicko's bondage game?  Plus, it would be worth it if
it meant she could fuck Cherub every night and every day!

   Flora was standing up slowly and adjusting her sunglasses while she
thought about it.  Shit, there was nothing to think about!  There were
bills to be paid, and Valthor was offering to keep her in decadent luxury
for life.  Sure, Flora was pissed about the whole pain thing, but then she
can always put a bullet in his head after she gets the maps.  Sure, things
couldn't get any kinkier, but hell, it couldn't get any worse than when she
got lost raiding the Hellfire Club.  Besides, these bimbos she was with
didn't look too bright.  Flora couldn't wait to mop the floor with them!

   Valthor pressed another button at his wrist, and all the cell doors
opened.

   "For our first contest, please exit this area and go through the next
door," Valthor instructed.



   Wary, yet with full knowledge of his powers, the women did as he asked.
When they entered the next room, they were alarmed at what they found. 
Four x-frames were set in a circle, facing inward.  In the center was an
odd robot with three arms, each arm having about a dozen furry fingers. 
The head of the robot was weird too.  The face resembled a mop, full of
cloth strand with two little eyestalks sticking out.

   "This does not look good," Zena said with her gift for understatement.
The others didn't respond, but they did agree.

   Valthor stood behind them and gave a simple command.  "Climb up on the
X-frames, and prepare for the first contest."

   Kiko, never one to give the villain satisfaction at seeing her afraid,
headed for a frame and climbed right up.  Turning her back to the frame,
the bracelets on her wrists and ankles snapped into place on their own. 
Kiko was now bound spread-eagle on the X-frame, and there wasn't anything
she could do about it!

   Zena was next, a little ashamed that Kiko was braver than her.  Without
any further hesitation, she stepped up to the frame beside Kiko and her
bracelets bound her too.  The powerful fighter strained at the bracers, but
the powerful magnetics were too much for her.  Now she wondered if she was
foolish for letting herself be bound so completely.  Flora and Muffy soon
followed, neither one wanting to be considered a coward.

   "Here are the rules," Valthor purred as he watched the women experiment
with their bonds.  "This pleasure drone will use his three hands to
masturbate three of you at a time.  His head will lavish oral pleasures on
a lucky captive with his fifty tongues.  After three minutes, he'll rotate,
subjecting someone new to the tongues, while his hands do the busy work. 
He'll rotate every four minutes, going in a complete circle."

   "The point of this contest?  If you have an orgasm while the head is on
you, then you leave the circle and you win.  If you have an orgasm while
the hands are on you, then you lose and leave the circle.  The first one to
climax by the head wins, and we'll rank the others by when and how they
climax.  It's a test of endurance and timing.  Will you have the
self-control to win?"

   "Oh right," Muffy quipped.  "Like, we are oh so turned on.  It'll take
hours before any of us gets turned on by this vibrating trash can!"

   "I disagree Muffy," Valthor said calmly.  "Because you are so skeptical,
you'll go last.  Flora will be next to last because she was the first to
disobey me, and Kiko will be first because she was the first to climb a
frame.  Also, I should do this about now."

   With a press of his wrist controls, all four women moaned as pleasure
traveled their bodies.  Contentment and lust were in their voices, and
Valthor smiled at how quickly they succumbed.  Those subdermal devices were
priceless in melting opposition.  Each one of the girls were twisting
happily in their bonds, eyes closed in happiness.

   "As you already know," Valthor explained, "your bodies have just been
subjected to the equivalent of twenty minutes of foreplay.  Every part of
you has been touched and every sense that you have is alive with
sensuality. Now the game can begin.  Good luck on your willpower."

   "That was twenty minutes of foreplay?" Muffy thought.  "Damn, Cherub has
a lot to answer for!"

   The Pleasure Drone began, his hands seeking the private regions of three
of the captives while his head moved in on Kiko's exposed pussy.  His
expert arms undid the armor on Zena's crotch with ease, while with Flora,
the drone merely rubbed her through her tight shorts.  Muffy still had the
hole in her pants, so she got to experience the masterful pseudo-fingers
first as they slipped right into her pussy.  The three victims of the
expert fingers strained against their bonds for their aroused states put
them in immediate danger of losing.

   Kiko however was learning why having the fifty tongues were not the
instant orgasm she suspected.  Spread on the X-frame, Kiko relaxed and
allowed the robot to bury it's head into her trimmed Asian box.  The fifty
tongues lashed, caressed and probed her pussy, each tongue moving
independently, but each tongue also had the strength of a wet noodle.  It
was incredibly teasing, and Kiko shuddered as she was licked in a variety
of ways, but not one of the tongues was touching her hard enough for her to
climax!

   The three minutes passed and Kiko nearly had her climax when the very
solid touch of a robotic hand penetrated her pussy.  After being teased
mercilessly, Kiko was ripe to be taken, but the poor girl knew she had to
restrain herself.  Concentrating on weapons, types of climbing ropes, and
any scrap of actual Japanese that she did know, Kiko did her best to ignore
the wonderful pleasure of the fingers fucking her pussy.

   Beside Kiko, Zena was thrusting her hips at the robot's head.  Her
awesome willpower had managed to stave off an orgasm when the fingers were
squeezing her clit, but now she just needed more friction from these Hades
cursed tongues!  Zena was used to getting oral sex from Fabrielle, one of
the messiest lesbians the Greeks had ever known.  Normally, Zena would be
smashing Fabrielle's face into her crotch, rubbing herself off on Fab's
nose.  Instead, this damned machine was just licking and coaxing her sex
into an almost relaxed state.  She could never get off with this weak
attempt at fellatio!

   Muffy was suffering happily beside Zena.  The hand was giving her a deep
penetration using three of it's soft fingers.  The cute blonde sighed
happily as the regular rhythm of the fingers stroked her.  The feeling was
so comforting that she didn't really feel in danger.  This of course caused
her hormones to subside, along with her sex drive.  When the tongues came
to her, Muffy was sad to see the hand go.  She enjoyed the tongues as a
pleasant diversion, although she realized she needed to get serious if she
was going to win.

   Flora, on the other hand, and the other hand, and on the third hand, was
going crazy with lust.  Massaging her through her shorts, the robot was
turning the tomb raider on easily.  Her shorts were unzipped and a robotic
furry finger was snaking down to her clit.  Flora twisted and pulled at her
bounds, trying not to grind herself against the hand.  When Muffy was being
eaten, Flora felt her orgasm approach, that familiar tightening of the
crotch warning her that she might lose before she ever gets the chance to
win.

   "Fuck no, fuck no FUCK NO!" Flora cried as she climaxed.  Her natural
breasts bounced as she shook in her bonds, the orgasm washing over her
body.

   Valthor motioned for Flora's bound body to be removed.  The Pleasure
Drone spun around, skipping her place, and replanted it's face in Kiko's
pussy.  It's other two hands dove back into Muffy's and Zena's crotches
with ease.  The two women were suffering from the smooth manipulation of
their intimate regions, especially since both of them had been without a
lover the past few days.

   As Flora was taken back to her cell on the floating X-frame, Kiko was
ignoring the rest of the world.  The cunning Ninja had so successfully
distracted herself, she was now in an almost Zen state.  Endless statistics
of anything she could think of were running through her nearly empty mind.
The Pleasure Drone was experimenting with it's 'spin' cycle on it's
tongues, but Kiko was too spaced out to notice.  Her three minutes passed
by, and the Drone moved on.

   Zena was ready, and she bit her lip as she held back from cumming on the
Drone's hand.  When his face spun to her, She started laughing for she knew
she was going to win.  The Warrior Slut had been doing without sex for
almost a month, and her body was welcoming the change of pace.  The very
soft tongues of the Drone were still touching her lightly, but it was
enough.  Fifty different tongues lightly tapped the folds and hair of
Zena's pussy and Zena's body felt every tap.  Her breathing became deeper
and deeper until she felt one too many taps on her clit.

   "AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY!" Zena screamed as she enjoyed the pent-up pleasures
of her magnificent body.

   Zena's moaning body was hovered away, and she screamed obscenities as
her orgasm was brought short.  Valthor ignored her threats, he was curious
if Muffy was going to be next, or if Kiko would snap out of her coma.

   Muffy was embarrassed to be molested in such a public setting, but she
also wanted to win very badly. The poor blonde was having a bad case of shy
clit syndrome.  The Drone pressed against the rip in her pants and lapped
very softly against her blonde bush.  The Slayer was torn between letting
herself go, and keeping her dignity.  She had seen Flora and Zena with
their hysterics, and she wanted no part in humiliating herself that way. 
While she debated, the three minutes went by without her coming to a
decision.

   Kiko was slowly coming out of her daze.  Thinking about weapons got her
thinking about armor.  Armor led her mind to think about polishing oils. 
Oils sent the poor girl's mind to thinking about bottles and bottles led to
caps.  How she got from caps to seat covers is anyone's guess, but after
debating the usefulness of a vinyl covering she started thinking about
asses in general.  Asses of course ld her to her own ass, which was cold
from the X-frame.  As she slipped back into reality, her three minutes of
oral probing was up.

   Muffy endured the Drone's fingers without any idea of why Kiko was so
quiet.  The fingers were going deeper into her sex, and were now vibrating
harshly.  Muffy wouldn't DARE to bring a vibrator into her house, so the
sensation was very alluring.  Each thrust of the fingers filled Muffy's
tight little pussy and each thrust made Muffy think less and less of crying
out.

   "Fuck my dignity," Muffy thought.  "My dignity has been on early
retirement for the last two years."

   The Drone returned to Muffy's open pant slit and lapped ineffectually
again at the Slayer.  Sick of being a victim, Muffy exerted all of her
superhuman strength.  She actually managed to lift her ankles a few inches
from the X-frame.  As she did this, her pelvis settled back on the frame,
causing the Drone to lean closer.  Valthor was worried that she might
actually get her legs free, but he didn't account for Muffy's intelligence.
With a few inches free, Muffy let her ankles snap back down on the frame.
This caused her crotch to snap back to it's original position, which as
currently being occupied by the Drone's head.  In one move, Muffy had the
Drone buried between her legs and as the fifty tongues squirmed wildly to
get free, Muffy climaxed from the frantic pressure.

   "Ahh," she said demurely in her little girl voice.  "That was a Goodie."


   Kiko however was slumping in her X-frame.  The Drone shut down just as
Muffy climaxed, which left Kiko hanging on an orgasm of her own.  Kiko had
been holding back, but with Muffy's win, she saw no reason to hold back any
longer.  As she tried to hump the fingers, the fingers removed themselves
from Kiko.  She screamed in primal anger, but the Drone would not respond.
Kiko could struggle vainly as her frame was taken back to her cell.  She
couldn't help notice that Muffy was set free and walked back to her cell.

   Valthor was waiting outside their cells.  For a purple seven foot tall
guy, he looked very happy.

   "The score so far -- Zena with four points, Muffy with three, Kiko with
two and Flora with one.  Already it appears that the physically strongest
are ahead.  As a reward, beds, a toilet and a food dispenser has been added
to Zena and Muffy's cells.  Enjoy them and have a restful evening, tomorrow
will be a challenge compared to today."

   "Flora and Kiko will have a more interesting evening.  Their ankle and
wrist bonds will be bound together with the powerful magnetic forces. 
Their food will be provided in a single bowl, a nice healthy white gruel. A
water bowl will quench your thirst.  I'm afraid the floor will be your bed
tonight."

   "Instead of a toilet you'll have a hole in the ground.  Because I want
my captives to by clean, a rod will project from the wall, and you'll find
the surface of the rod to feel much like your version of toilet paper.  The
rod cleans itself every thirty seconds."

   "We have to rub ourselves on a toilet paper dildo?" Kiko asked with
disgust on her face.  "Just how sick are you?"

   "Get some rest, for you don't want to be tomorrow's losers as well!"
Valthor laughed.

   Muffy and Zena settled down in their cells.  They heard about the other
two, but they couldn't see their fates.  Zena couldn't care less, after she
had gorged herself on the available food, she went to sleep with the ease
that only a trained warrior could.  Muffy did worry for a little while, but
once she realized that the food dispenser could make anything, she soon
forgot about them.  Chocolate sundaes and pizza became Muffy's comfort
food.

   Flora was pissed off, again.  Forced to crawl on her knees with her arms
behind her back, she slowly crawled toward her food dish.  The gruel looked
awful, it was white and thick, and Flora had a nasty suspicion about how
closely the gruel resembled cum.  Her sunglasses still on, Flora bent down
and slurped from the bowl.  Her hanging breasts splashed into the bowl, and
Flora growled as she imagined the white gruel drying on her breasts.

   Kiko had a more pressing problem.  She needed to go to the bathroom.  A
hole in the ground was hard enough, but with her ankles crossed and her
wrists behind her back, the task was impossible.  She crawled over to the
hole, and squatted as best she could.  Between her bound ankles and her
super large silicone breasts, Kiko's balance became a contest of will
versus gravity.  Kiko cursed the five inch heels on her boots, but after
two hours of falling on her face, falling on her ass and getting a cramp in
her knees, Kiko finally was able to use the bathroom without pissing all
over herself.

   It was another two hours before she could get herself wiped properly.

   To be continued,

   This story is part 3 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 3 By Shon Richards

   The next morning, all four girls were let out of their cells and guided
by a small army of robots down various corridors.  Kiko and Flora were very
sore from their bindings last night, while Muffy was bloated from eating
too many desserts.  Zena was dressed in full armor, and very proud of being
ahead in the contest already.  As they gathered in the hallway, Muffy had a
close look at the bizarre clothes Kiko was wearing.

   "What are you supposed to be?" Muffy asked.  "A fanboy's Ninja Bimbo?"

   Kiko looked right at the tear in Muffy's pants, where the crotch had
been torn out earlier.

   "Nice pants," Kiko said, and smiled as Muffy growled and covered
herself.

   The robots that collected them were four feet tall and flying.  Shaped
like fire hydrants, they each had two arms that ended in whips.  Flora had
been too grumpy to get out of her cell right away, which gave the robots an
opportunity to demonstrate their Neuro-whips.  When the first lash landed
on Flora's ass, the English snob screamed and leapt to her feet.  The
Neuro-whip not only stung like leather, but it also stimulated her nerves
so that the pain lingered for a full five minutes.  Flora twisted and
stumbled the entire way as she tried to walk off the pain in a dignified
manner.

   Valthor was waiting for them above a large cargo area.  The women could
see that down below was a full maze, filled with artificial walls, twists
and turns.  Valthor pointed to a winding staircase that led to the maze and
smiled as the girls groaned.

   "Today, we'll have an old fashioned race," Valthor said.  "The rules are
simple, find your way to the Golden Archway.  Your only handicap will be
that your wrists will be behind your back, I thought of hobbling your legs,
but I don't have all day.  Points will be assigned according to the order
in which you reach the Archway."

   He pressed a button, and instantly all four women had their arms forced
behind their back.  Their bracelets melded together sideways, so that the
girls' elbows were sticking out from their bodies.  The discomfort was a
distraction that would only grow in time.

   "That sounds easy enough," Zena said, already heading towards the
staircase.

   "Not so quickly," Valthor warned.  "In ten minutes, these twenty Drones
will be searching for you.  If they find you, they will whip you with their
Neuro-whips.  When you are so unlucky to have received twenty lashes, then
they are authorized to attack you with their vibrator enhancements.  That
should give you more incentive to run, a whipping followed by a gangbang
will seriously impair your ability to find the exit."

   "Are there any traps?" Zena asked.  Flora almost kicked Zena, Flora
expected traps, they were part of any maze.  She just didn't want the
others to be careful too.  Now this loud mouth amazon has tipped them off!

   "A few," Valthor purred.  "I suggest you start running, the ten minute
head start begins...NOW!"

   Flora was first, she started running as soon as Valthor started talking.
Behind her was Kiko, Muffy and Zena the last.  Zena was confident that her
armor could protect her from the lashes, but the added weight was slowing
her down.  By the time she made it down the staircase, the other girls were
gone from sight.

   Zena had four paths to choose, each in a cardinal direction.  Having no
idea where the Archway was located, she choose north.  She jogged for a
while, coming across various intersections.  It frustrated her that every
turn she passed could be the one she needed.  Now she was hopelessly lost,
bound, and frustrated.  Zena only hoped the other girls were just as
screwed.

   Meanwhile, Kiko was lost as well.  She kept running though, she had a
feeling that speed would be better than caution.  She had chosen a path
different from Flora and Muffy, preferring to take her chances on her own.
Kiko didn't trust being around them at all.  The Asian Fatale was running
so fast, she almost didn't see the pit that opened in front of her. 
Leaping at the last minute from a collapsing floor board, she landed on the
other side just barely.  Tumbling to the ground, Kiko landed hard.

   "Thank God I'm such a great gymnast!" Kiko sighed with perfect
confidence.  Then she had an idea.  Thinking back to her training, Kiko
thought about her wrist restraints.  They were keeping her arms pinned
behind her back, but there was just enough room for her to move her wrists
inside the bracelets.  Using her legs against the wall as leverage, Kiko
began contorting her lithe body.  She had to tuck her flat stomach
painfully, as well curl her back to an almost self-cunnilinguis position.
After sweating and groaning for two minutes, Kiko succeeded in reversing
her arms to in front of her!  She was still bound, but not her arms were in
front and capable of being swung around.

   "Now, things will be going my way for a change!" Kiko said to the
uncaring maze.

   Muffy however, was racing as fast as she could.  Her Slayer enhanced
body was tearing through the maze.  Dead-ends and loops were quickly
navigated and Muffy lost little time.  It still felt crazy to be running
around with a hole in her pants.  She ignored the breeze between her legs
and the pain of her arms bouncing behind her back.  Intent on running and
her pain management, Muffy ran right into the giant web.

   The strands of the web were sticky, and made of some sort of cable. 
Muffy freaked at first and looked around, but fortunately there was no
spider to be found.  This web was apparently artificial and meant to
discourage people from going down this path.  As Muffy tried to pull away,
she discovered how sticky the material was.  She was stuck, face first in
the web.  Without her arms, Muffy couldn't get any leverage to escape.

   Elsewhere, Flora Craft had encountered her last damn dead-end.  Biting
her lip, the experienced maze runner decided to try something a bit more
radical.  She walked slowly, looking for cracks or edges along the walls.
Flora found what she was looking for when she discovered a crude battering
ram trap.  The trap should have knocked into Flora and sent her flying, but
she dodged it easily.  Left with a ram in the hall, Flora began her plan.

   Pushing the ram up against the wall was difficult with her arms behind
her back.  Flora had to push it by crawling mostly, her shoulders bruising
under the stress.  With the ram in place, she climbed it and tried to jump
on top of the walls.  Flora has scaled pyramids, the Great Wall, and the
insides of sunken cities.  Climbing onto a wall without her hands was
simple compared to how she earned her living for the past few years.

   Flora did a standing leap, and after several tries she finally landed
her torso on the top of the wall.  Her breasts smashed under her, Flora
began the difficult task of getting her legs up.  The snobbish English
dilettante wasn't happy with rolling on the dirt of the wall, but Flora
couldn't help the grit and smudges on her chest.  She suspected that the
reason Valthor has left her the shorts was just to draw attention to her
top-heavy chest.

   She was right.

   At the opposite side of the maze, Zena was making better time than she
expected.  She used a simple system, if a path looked good, she avoided it.
If it looked dark, short or just plain dangerous, she charged through it.
Zena triggered a few traps but they were annoyances.  There were some low
hanging beams that Zena banged her head on, and a swinging bag of sand that
almost clobbered her, but Zena endured these blows.  So far, her veteran
body of countless fights was not impressed with these so called 'traps.'

   Around the corner, Zena stopped just in time to avoid running into five
of the hovering Drones.  She smirked in her patently smug way.  Her armor
could more than absorb their weak looking lashes, so Zena charged right
through them.

   The pain she received was quite a shock.  The Drones' Neuro-whips were
built to transfer a charge through non-organic material.  Zena's armor
offered no resistance to the whips, and she yelled as several stinging
lashes crisscrossed on her ass.  She stumbled as the pain hit her, and the
Drones closed in.  Her arms bound behind her, Zena tried holding them back
with kicks but her fighting style was better suited to swords.  The Drones
were patient, with Zena's back to a corner, it was only a matter of time
before the requisite twenty lashes were given.  Also, Zena wasn't aware
that each Neuro-whips lash disrupted the molecules on metal elements. 
Within minutes, the armor on Zena's backside began to melt.

   When Zena felt her bare ass on the wall behind her, she reacted
immediately.  She didn't know about the science that went into this new
development, she just knew her armor must have been destroyed somehow and
her ass was exposed.  With an animal rage, Zena charged one of the Drones
and smashed it to the ground with her body mass.  The other Drones paused,
and within minutes, Zena had destroyed them all in a beserker rage.

   Spitting wires out of her mouth from where she had bitten one of their
heads off, Zena charged through the maze.

   Elsewhere, Kiko was making short work of the maze.  With her arms bound
in front of her, the Ninja was empowered with new confidence.  Her keen
mind had detected several patterns in the maze's construction, and was
anticipating dead-ends and possible traps.  Kiko was on the trail of the
Golden Archway, which was why five Drones were ordered by Valthor to
intercept her.

   The proud and half nude Ninja came to a stop as five Drones dropped down
around her.  She could almost hear the cool music from the Anime movies she
watches as the showdown was arranged.  She didn't come this far to be
stopped now.  Kiko reluctantly thanked her father for forcing her to wear
stiletto heels.  The Drones weren't the only ones with weapons.

   A drone swooped in and delivered a lash to the place where Kiko was. 
She was already leaping in the air and planting a seven inch heel into the
face sensor of a now dead Drone.  The other Drones paused, their victims
almost never fought back.  Kiko wasn't pausing to celebrate, a circle kick
with her powerful leg swept another Drone straight into the wall, where it
sparked quite impressively.  The three Drones left released their
Neuro-whips at her, and one painful stripe caught her full on the ass, and
she dropped to her knees with a scream.

   The three remaining Drones circled closer.  As they drew their
Neuro-whips back, Kiko sprang towards them.  With her arms in front of her,
she was able to grab one and swing it into his flying companion.  They
exploded loudly, and Kiko was just able to cover her face before she got
any exploding Drone bits in her eye.

   When the smoke cleared, Kiko saw the Neuro-whips just as it descended
down on her.  She rose her arms up, and the whip coiled around her
bracelets.  Due to security precautions, the Neuro-whips couldn't dissolve
the metal in the bracelets, or transfer their pain through them.  If the
Drone had a mouth, it would have cussed vehemently as Kiko smiled at this
new development.  She simply tugged on the whip, and kicked the poor Drone
as it flew towards her.

   "Kick ass!" The young Asian yelled in triumph.

   Still trapped in the web, Muffy was pulling, tugging and screaming as
the web held tightly to her.  She couldn't believe that she was stuck here!
With her super strength and reflexes, Muffy had become used to being the
superior woman in any situation.  Now she was just a superior imitation of
a housefly.

   A familiar hovering sound let Muffy know that the spiders had come. 
Five drones floated behind her, and before she could scream, they let loose
with their Neuro-whips.  Five separate whips raining on Muffy's ass
inspired her to struggle faster and louder, but she was still stuck.  Her
anxiety wasn't helped when she felt her paints and underwear
disintegrating. Muffy's magical body was already overriding the pain she
felt, but it couldn't help the fact that her pretty ass was on display. 
When the lashes stopped, Muffy froze in her struggles.  Did she receive
twenty lashes from each one already?

   The cold phallus that entered her from behind was her answer.  Muffy's
ass was on fire, she was humiliated from the combination beating and
trapping, and her stress induced sex drive was weakening her in ways she
didn't want to admit.  The thrusts from the flying Drone bounced her in the
web, and Muffy could only moan as her sex was pounded.  Her fears and
frustrations melted under the assault as Muffy lost herself in a helpless
gangbang.

   As the other Drones waited their turn with Muffy, Flora was skipping the
maze altogether.  She was running on the tops of the walls, jumping with
ease between the open gaps.  She could see the Golden Archway close by, and
was focused on reaching it as soon as possible.  The Drones were chasing
her, but their speed was far to slow to keep up with the light
archeologist. They might be able to hover, but Flora knew how to fly on her
feet.

   Kiko was in sight of the Golden Archway, and also in sight of Flora
running on the walls.  She was simply pissed.  After everything Kiko had
survived, she was angry that Flora had figured out a way to avoid it all.
The Ninja sprinted towards Flora, she was determined to make sure the
English bitch had to deal with at least one obstacle.

   Flora jumped down from the wall, landing perfectly a mere forty feet
away from the Golden Archway.  She was unaware of Kiko behind her, and was
therefore very surprised to feel her hair get grabbed and her face smashed
into the wall she just leapt from.  Flora was out cold ten seconds after
landing on the ground.  Kiko felt that this might even things.

   While Kiko ran into the Archway, Flora was waking up to a full body
lashing.  She tried to get up, but being bound and whipped had a
detrimental effect on her balance.  Her shorts melted under that assault,
but the pain that was generated on her legs, ass and abundant breasts had
her full attention.  With the Archway in plain sight, Flora decided to just
make a run for it and with luck, avoid the whole unpleasant sexual assault
phase.

   The Drones ceased whipping Flora as she stood, and the coming assault
urged her to run faster.  Once again her speed caused her to ignore another
threat.  Behind her, Zena, fresh from a messy battle with her Drones, was
running right behind her.  The Warrior Princess was desperate to win, and
desperate to get her bare ass across the finish line.  Zena had no moral
qualms about what she did next.  The English Adventurer never saw Zena as
she was shoulder checked onto the ground from behind.  As Flora rose from
to her knees, she saw Zena running off to claim her victory.

   "No!" Flora screamed, the pain that covered her body temporarily
forgotten.  Not thinking, Flora started chasing after Zena on her knees. 
She was just so pissed off!  From first place to suddenly third, Flora lost
her win to two bitches who had blindsided her.  Keeping in that same
tradition, she wasn't aware of the Drone heading for her ass until the cold
phallus nailed her sex to the ground.

   Flora was pressed back down to the ground from the weight of the
attacking Drone.  The cold metallic phallus buried itself in Flora's pussy,
and she almost forgot her troubles in the bliss of being so perfectly
filled.  Her face and breasts smashed on the ground, Flora surrendered to
the assault while the flying fire hydrant fucked her silly.  She moaned in
her English accent as the Drone ravished her with quick thrusts.  She came
as the Drone exploded a sticky substance into her, nearly squirting out of
her pussy from the hydraulic pressure.

   Sure, the artificial ejaculation was tacky, but Valthor was a sick and
perverted alien.  He didn't think any fucking was complete unless something
white and creamy was flying around.

   Flora was still gasping from her orgasm when the second Drone entered
her.  That was when she had an awful thought.  What if that blonde girl
came running up?  Flora already knew she lost this race, but she wanted to
earn some points tonight!  Great fuck or not, she needed to more her ass!

   On her knees, Flora crawled as the Drone banged at her sex.  She was so
wet from her own juices, and the fake cum that the previous Drone had
ejaculated was slicking her even further.  In and out the phallus pounded
as Flora crawled on her knees to the Archway.  Her knees were bruised, her
breasts dirty from constantly falling to the ground, and her ass was very
sore from the whipping and now the constant slapping of the Drone against
her firm fit ass.  After only traveling ten feet, Flora fell back to the
ground as another orgasm crippled her movement.

   It was going to be a long crawl.

   Unknown to Flora, Muffy was never going to be running along anytime
soon. The Drones were punishing her with a vicious series of assaults, and
Muffy was enjoying every minute of it.  She was enjoying the bondage, as
well as being screwed by something that didn't need to watch the moon all
the time.  The Drones rotated through their five members, and simply
started over.  They were designed to harass their victims, and were now
relying on secondary programming.  That's why one of them flew to Muffy's
face on the other side of the web.  Her beautiful eyes widened as the huge
phallus came for her face, and it was her quick reflexes that made her open
her mouth in time.  Now the Werewolf Slayer was providing oral servitude to
her new masters.  She was so horny, she didn't mind a bit.

   Muffy moaned, Muffy twisted, Muffy sucked, she was in a world of her own
as she received a fucking that banished any guilt from her mind.  When she
masturbated, she usually worried about her Mom walking in.  When she fucked
Cherub, she was usually worried about maybe one day catching Lycanthropy
from him, or the condom bursting or God forbid, her Mentor, Niles, watching
from the window.  Today, trapped in the web, she let herself go as the
tireless Drones gave hr the fucking Muffy had always longed for.  She was
so satisfied, she didn't even mind when the Drone in her mouth would pull
out and spray her face with that white stuff.

   "It even tastes like Vanilla," Muffy moaned as she licked her lips.

   It took Flora forty minutes to finally reach the Archway.  Forty minutes
in which her pussy was fucked relentlessly by the Drones.  Her chest was
almost black from the dirt she accumulated, and her buttocks were a bright
red from the constant abuse.  Despite coming in third, she had a huge smile
on her normally scowling face.

   "Say what you will about the Drones," she gasped, "but they knew how to
fuck the Hell out of a woman!"

   Valthor ended the race with a few buttons presses.  Muffy was gathered
from the web, and flown to the other captives.  Her white fluid covered
body was dumped beside Kiko, Zena and a still kneeling Flora.

   "That's a new look for you," Kiko said to the Werewolf Slayer.  "What is
it, Gangbang Cum-Slut?"

   "Ladies, ladies, please," Valthor purred.  "Save the insults for during
the games.  The score so far is as follows, Zena is leading with seven
points, proving that her warrior skills is capable of handling her modern
competition.  Kiko jumped ahead with five points, and let me say this. 
Kiko, the way you slammed Flora into that wall, that is how we play this
game!  Good job!  Muffy is trailing behind with four points, but she also
has the biggest smile.  Flora needs to do something, she has a small score
of only three points."

   "Right now I want to explain your accommodations.  Kiko and Zena, as
today's winners, you will find comfortable cots, washtubs and a fully
functional Food Dispenser in your cells.  Eat as you like, sleep
comfortably, and even take a warm bath to soak your lovely muscles."

   Valthor then pressed a button and Muffy and Flora shuddered.

   "As for you two, I've activated a special function of your subdermal
implants.  Your bodies will be provided with all the nutritional needs you
require, while any waste will be processed by your own body.  In other
words, you won't need to eat or shit tonight, which is good because you
won't have much freedom."

   Muffy and Flora had no time to think on this development.  New robots
seized their bodies and carried them over to a large floating sphere.  The
women were placed with their backs to the eight foot sphere, and their
bonds instantly held them spread-eagle to the black sphere.  The sphere
then began rotating, displaying the two pretty ladies like some sort or
bizarre snack stand.  Which is exactly what it was for.

   "You will float in the hallway where your cells are located.  Every time
any of my Drones must pass through there, they are instructed to give you
five minutes of stimulation.  If you can climax, good for you, because the
Drones are only programmed to pleasure you for five minutes.  I think
you'll find yourselves looking forward to the cleaning Drones the most,
their feather attachments are most stimulating."

   He was right, although they never climaxed, Flora and Muffy came very
close from the feather attachments.  As they rotated in the hallway, being
endlessly teased, they each made a private promise to themselves.

   "This sucks!" Muffy moaned as the Drone left her on the verge of climax,
again.  "Tomorrow I am winning, even if means I have to seriously hurt
somebody!"

   "That Asian twat and Greek whore are going to pay for this," Flora
whimpered as her stiff muscles tried to get comfortable on the sphere. 
"Just you wait, as soon as I get a hold of some sort of weapon, we'll see
who'll be sleeping on a bed then!"

   To be continued

   This story is part 4 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 4 By Shon Richards

   Flora and Muffy were still on the floating sphere the next morning. 
Muffy had fallen asleep early in the night with the ease that teenagers
could, but Flora barely slept at all.  The British snob was used to feather
beds and satin sheets, and maybe two warm bodies in bed with her. 
Suspended spread-eagle and butt-naked while passing robots gave her minimal
teasing was not how her pampered body was used to sleeping.  Horny, sleepy
and sore, Flora was more irritable than she normally was.

   All last night, any Drone that passed through was required to tease the
captive women.  The Cleaning Drones used their feather dusters and vacuum
tubes to bring Flora close to orgasm at least seven times.  The Labor
Drones with their hard and powerful hands mauled their bodies while the
Maintenance Drones had a variety of instruments to tease the women.  Every
single Drone would tease them, but would then leave before Flora could get
off.  Muffy simply ignored them, and slept through most of it.  This meant
Flora had no one to share her frustrations and homicidal thoughts with.

   Flora had high hopes for the current Drone though.  She couldn't guess
what it's function was, but it had this long studded tube on it's face, and
it dived right between her legs.  Bound by the powerful magnetics, Flora
was still able to thrust her limber body towards the Drone.  Her feminine
grunts filled the hallway as Flora prayed for release.  The long studded
tube was filling her wet treasure box perfectly, and Flora just knew that
this would be the one.

   She screamed as the Drone withdrew.  "Mother-fucker, get back here!"

   A deep laugh mocked her, and Flora twisted to see Valthor order the
Drone away.

   "There will be time enough for that my horny little tomb raider," he
said.  "I think you'll enjoy today's game especially."

   He released the bonds on the sphere with a touch of his wrist controls.
Muffy, who was still asleep, fell to the ground with a thud.  Flora landed
on her feet, and immediately tried to masturbate.  Just as her hand reached
her shaved sex, the powerful pull of her wrist bonds snapped her hands
back. Falling face first on her generous chest, Flora screamed again as her
pleasure was denied.

   "I said, you can wait," Valthor threatened with his usual smug tone. 
"Kiko, Zena, please come out of your cells and help carry Flora to today's
event.  You could use the workout after your peaceful night."

   Kiko grumbled as she climbed out of her cot.  A warm bath and endless
pizzas the night before had made her a bit lazy.  She reached down and
simply grabbed Flora by the hair.  Flora screamed and cursed, but she rose
nonetheless.  Zena merely walked out, looking proud and deadly despite the
fact that her armor was missing it's bottom half.  The sight of her uncut
pubic hair was rather startling to the other girls.

   "Like, can we say 'ewwwww'?" Muffy said as she picked herself.  "Did a
ferret crawl up your legs, or just his whole family?"

   Zena slitted her eyes at Muffy and looked down at the Werewolf Slayer's
tattered and crotchless pants.  "Nice pants," she said.

   "Now girls follow me, and save a little of that spite and venom for your
next contest," Valthor commanded.  The women obediently follwed, and
Valthor was proud of his success.  Already they were used to obeying his
commands.  The legendary spirit of these ladies was already weakening.

   "Inside these four doors are twenty men picked up from Zena's time
period.  These men of ancient times were gathered from the North America
continent, and each has been convinced that he has been brought here to
pleasure the sky spirits.  The contest is simple, whoever can get all five
of her men's seed on or in their body wins.  "

   "You want us to gangbang Indians from the past?" Muffy asked with
disbelief.  "They didn't even have soap back then!"

   "Maybe not," Valthor said, "but each one has been completely cleaned and
checked out for health problems.  These men have received the best medical
care I could provide.  Not only did I eliminate any vermin, parasites or
diseases they may have had, but they also have had full manicures and not a
bad breath among them.  These men are probably cleaner than your own lovers
back home.  I also added the Universal Translation virus so that they'll
understand you; no sense wasting time trying to communicate."

   "Can we start yet?" Flora asked, fairly bouncing in her eagerness.

   "Wait a minute," Kiko said.  "Every contest usually has us in some sort
of bondage, what's today's handicap?"

   "None today," Valthor answered.  "Having you forced into an orgy is
enough, plus whoever loses today's contest will undergo the worst bondage
punishment yet.  That's something you should all keep in mind."

   "Enough stalling," Zena commanded.  "I haven't had breakfast yet."

   "That's the spirit!" Valthor laughed.  The doors opened on their own,
and Flora ran into one before the door was completely open.  Kiko and Zena
walked quickly towards their doors, while Muffy just stood there.

   "I just have to remember that I'm doing this for Cherub," Muffy said to
herself.  She entered the last door and immediately noticed the soft
mattress in the center of the room.  The five Native Americans were
standing around it, unsure of what it was for.  Muffy wasn't sure what to
do herself, gangbangs were never covered by the training her mentor gave
her.

   She was warming up to the idea though.  The five guys were bronzed from
a lifetime of living outdoors, and that was a big turn-on to the suburban
Muffy.  They also had much more muscular development than anything she had
encountered on a human before.  Growing up with high school guys made her
appreciate the sheer beefcake of her companions.  Their smooth skins,
worshipful eyes and smoldering sensuality was appealing to something Muffy
didn't know she had inside of her.  The only other men she had seen this
close to nature were werewolves, and these guys were lycanthropy free!

   "I'm sure Cherub will like, totally understand that this for him," Muffy
lied to herself.  she shimmied out of the remains of her pants and flopped
on the mattress.  "Let's start already!"

   Raven-Heart, proud warrior of his tribe, was not expecting the
Sky-Goddess to be so open.  He watched as the strange woman with the
unearthly yellow hair spread her legs and invite him and his brothers to do
their duties.  Like a river with a wide canyon, she waited, and Raven-Heart
bravely entered her challenge.  The Sky-Goddess might be as slutty as a
bison in heat, but she was a beauty.  He drove his surging cock into her
curious pale sex and Muffy clutched at him with her super-strength.  In and
out his cock plunged, and Raven-heart struggled to breath as Muffy crushed
him to her heaving breasts.  Obviously, mating with immortals was going to
prove dangerous.

   In another room, Flora was appraising this new situation.  "Let's see,
I'm horny, these guys look like they've been lifting bulls in their spare
time, and there's this nice looking mattress here.  You!  With the
feathers, lie down!"

   The startled warrior snapped out of his daze.  He had never seen such
enormous breasts, at least not on a woman.  If he didn't believe in her
divinity from her awesome attributes, he certainly believed it when she
commanded him.  Her accent was strange, yet her tone was harsh and used to
getting results.

   Actually, Flora was more used to people dying, but watching him rush to
lie down was good too.  Flora's decadent mind was already planning her next
move.  She reached out and grabbed a terrified Indian's cock and led him to
stand over his prone companion.  Flora then squatted, and placed the fallen
American's cock into her ready pussy.  On her second thrust, she popped the
standing warrior's cock into her mouth.  Sure, he was terrified at this
deviant sex act, but Sky-Goddesses can be expected to have odd ways. 
Besides, there was something about the limber athlete's mouth that made it
feel so good to slide into her lips.

   Flora wasn't done yet.  Horny from a night of teasing and angry at
losing yesterday, Flora reached deep inside her and worked out a decadent
plan.  Waving a third warrior on, she moved her ass higher while still
humping her chosen prey.  This warrior was a bit wise in the ways of sluts,
so he knew instantly where to enter her.  Her tight ass was forced open
with powerful hands and his cock entered her ultimate tightness.  Flora
shuddered as she was overwhelmed with so many huge cocks, but she knew she
needed more.  Her two hands shot out and grabbed the other guys' cocks, and
pulled them closer as she jerked them off.  Only the limber adventuress
could pull it off, stroking two guys, humping one, getting ass-fucked by
another while successfully blowing a fifth.

   "Damn I'm good," Flora thought as she hit her first orgasm.

   Elsewhere, Kiko was dealing with a personal dilemma.  Raised by a psycho
father and constantly captured by horny enemies, a part of her insisted she
rebel against Valthor.  It would just go against everything she ever
believed in if she gave in and participated in his sick, although
attractive orgy.  Kiko somehow wanted to thwart his plan to make her act
like a slut, yet her competitive nature wouldn't allow her to throw the
game.  Thinking about what Valthor said about the said 'on or in the body,'
the intelligent and beautiful Asian devised a plan that would satisfy both
conditions.

   "As your Sky-Goddess, I have to tell you guys that I am not impressed,"
she said as she sat down in the center of them.  "You guys might be tall,
muscular, handsome, tanned, muscular, well hung, sexy, muscular and
obedient, but I don't think you guys are good enough to touch me.  Since I
need your worthless seed, I guess you will just have to masturbate. 
Remember, no touching me, and if you don't spurt in less than five minutes,
I'll have to, umm, blast your souls or something equally nasty."

   The five began masturbating instantly, and Kiko just smiled.  "Fuck, I'm
not going to be the one to work up a sweat," she said as she thought about
how hard the other girls might be working.

   Zena was working a sweat, and that was just fine for the Warrior
Princess.  Unlike the other girls, Zena hadn't had any sex for the past
three months, and this was her way to catch up for lost time.  Her
sidekick, Fabrielle, was in a weird spiritual kick, and subsequently, she
wasn't putting out any more.  This left Zena so hungry for any type of
human touch, that she was even starting to look at their part time buffoon,
Poxer, for carnal relations.

   Zena was on her knees, taking a much needed pounding from behind from
the bravest Native American in the group.  This is what she wanted, to be
fucked hard by someone who wanted to give it to her.  Even her powerful
body was rocking from the Indian's thrusts, as Zena was fucked with an
intensity she had almost forgotten.  Long and deep strokes from the pulsing
member transformed the hardened warrioress into a kitten, purring from the
pure happiness she had finally found.

   Something was missing, and Zena knew right what it was-the taste of a
cock.  Zena had been a strict lesbian since meeting Fabrielle, a choice she
was never entirely happy with.  Her old marauding ways usually involved
raping the handsome shepherd boys, so when Zena reformed she swore off
penises as part of her new, nicer attitude.  Her willpower was usually
strong, but then, she was getting eaten out every night by Fabrielle's cute
little blonde head.  Now that that didn't happen anymore and Zena was here
with five studs at her mercy, she decided it was time to see if she still
like the taste of a salty prick.

   "Sit right here," Zena commanded to the nearest stud, patting the ground
in front of her.  Her smile was friendly but her blue eyes glowed with a
predatory air.  As the warrior sat down, his erection pointing towards her
in worship, Zena moaned loudly in appreciation of her future snack.  Her
eyebrows raised in speculation as she considered how much of his shaft she
would be able to get down.  Could her lips go all the way down his seven
inches of manhood?

   The answer was yes, and what's more, it was delicious.  Zena relished
the salty flavor, the tug of his skin as her lips gripped him, and she even
enjoyed his hands on her head, pushing her down deeper over him.  The thick
meat of his cock was a welcome change from the tender fruit of Fabrielle,
and Zena bounced her mouth over him as she wanted to taste every inch of
him.  Zena's long black hair was flying as she sucked him, her body already
in motion from the punishing thrusts of the stud behind her.  Within a
minute the cock in her mouth exploded, and Zena lovingly licked every
pulsing drop.  She climaxed shortly after he did, the wonders of
heterosexuality returning to her.

   "Quick, another guy take his place!" she said, her blue eyes ablaze.

   Zena was the first to make her guy climax, but in the room beside her,
Muffy was closing in on her.  Muffy's Native American lover was humping her
fast and hard.  It was partly because Muffy was a hot piece of ass, but
more importantly, it was because she was crushing him with her strength. 
He was fucking her fast so he could escape with his life.  This worked in
Muffy's favor, as he climaxed quickly, jerking with shudders of bliss and
relief.

   As Muffy felt him go soft inside her, she also felt her own approaching
orgasm fade.  She threw him off, and poor Raven-Heart hit the wall with a
loud 'THUD.' The other warriors backed off, believing that it was the force
of Muffy's pussy that threw their companion.  Muffy sat up, and grabbed a
reluctant lover by the arm.  She dragged him onto her, and squeezed her
legs around him.  Muffy's ankles drove the terrified warrior into her
crotch, and her sex drive did the rest.

   "What's taking you so long?  Like, fuck me already!" she screamed at her
confused lover.

   Flora's eyes tried to find the source of the thud she heard, but since
she was fucking five guys simultaneously, this was impossible to do.  She
soon forgot about the noise, the cock in her ass was releasing it's seed
into her body, and Flora waited patiently as he drained every last once
into her tight ass.  When he withdrew, that's when Flora really cut loose.

   Free from the restrictions of a cock up her ass, the busty English girl
added more bounce to her movements.  Her pelvis slammed into the guy under
her, her mouth sucked noisily at it's blowjob while her hands that could
draw faster than anyone in the Western hemisphere worked it's magic on the
two around her.  Another climax shivered her body, and the cock in her sex
flooded her contracting sex with it's sticky white load.  Flora expertly
disengaged herself, and still keeping the one cock in her mouth, she walked
bent over to a new section of the mattress.  One of the guys beside her
climaxed as she walked, appreciation of her gymnastics turning the simple
Native on.  She felt the hot fluid splash on her leg, and Flora knew she
had almost won.

   She remained bent over, and guided the guy who she held in her hand to
her backside.  He happily switched from her hand to her sex, thrusting
quickly into her.  The guy in her mouth overcame all his inhibitions about
this strange sex, and happily pumped a large amount into her mouth. 
Gagging slightly from the fucking at both ends, Flora pulled the spurting
cock from her mouth.  The climaxing native American didn't stop, his cock
kept pumping as he covered Flora's face and chest until he finally dropped
to the ground with a fox eating grin.

   One man left, Flora reached behind her and gripped her man's thighs.  He
released a warcry with his cum, the sounds of his victory mixing with
Flora's own cries of sexual and competitive joy.  With white splotches
dripping from her face, chest, ass, sex and legs, Flora dropped to the
mattress with a smile.  A look at her wrist bracelet to look at her scores
confirmed her wish.  She had won this contest!  Now there was time for more
sex while the others tried to catch up...

   Kiko scowled as she read her wrist bracelet.  Flora had won and Kiko
still didn't have a climax!  She considered joining in and helping the guys
get off, but she resisted.  Her stubborn pride demanded this course of
action.  She knew Valthor was watching and didn't want to give him an once
of satisfaction.  Kiko also was a good judge of men's faces, and these guys
looked ready to either die painful deaths or climax.  She forced herself to
only sit cross-legged and hold her breasts together for their offerings. 
This was more to make sure she caught their cum than any urge to present a
sexy picture.

   Her prediction was right on the money, as the five masturbating native
Americans began moaning.  The combination of her exotic beauty, her long
black hair, her unnaturally large breasts and the threat of death had given
them the inspiration they needed to climax.  First, one of them sent a long
stream towards Kiko's chest, which she successfully caught.  Another stream
of white cream landed on her breasts from a second admirer and Kiko licked
her lips as she gloated over how easy this was.

   A third warrior was slowing his pumping, so she scooted on her knees
over to him.  Her lovely brown eyes were wide as she watched him intensely,
praying silently that he would hurry up and climax.  She got her wish and
more, for his cock erupted and sent a large white glob right onto her face.
Kiko blinked too late, and got some of the sticky mess in her eyes, plus,
the guy was still jerking off, covering her face with more of his seed.

   "You fucker!" Kiko yelled as she lashed out with a devastating punch to
his crotch.  Even blind, her accuracy was deadly.  This is why the next guy
to cum was so hesitant behind her.  He politely dumped his load on the back
of her head.  As she rubbed the last of the crap from her eyes, she was not
happy at all to suddenly be getting a white deposit on her silky hair. 
Kiko didn't hit this guy, but the glare she gave him made him quietly back
away.  It should be no surprise that the last guy was so intimidated that
he jerked his seed quietly onto the floor.  He might be a brave warrior of
his tribe, but this girl was deadly!

   "You, ASSHOLE!" Kiko yelled as the Native American unknowingly cheated
her from victory.  Without thinking, the messy Ninja jumped up and spun a
kick into the guy's face.  Only when he crumbled to the floor unconscious
did she realize she still needed to fuck him.  Now she would have to wait
till he woke up to get the cum she needed to win.



   As Kiko teetered on the edge of second place, Zena was fucking away the
end of her celibacy.  When the lucky guy who was fucking her from behind
climaxed, the eager Warrioress wanted more variety.  She took the cock out
of her mouth and pushed the guy down to the ground.  His spit covered cock
slid easily into her as Zena mounted the guy.  She could feel his hot girth
full her already sticky pussy, and Zena moaned with sensuous delight.  Not
even Fabrielle's staff felt this good.

   The legendary Zena rode the guy under her with all her strength, her
hips melting into his.  She never rode her prized horse this hard, but
then, her saddle never could penetrate as deep as this guy could.  As
another overdue orgasm thrilled her body, Zena let out a piercing warcry.
Not soon after that, her substitute stallion released himself into her.

   Muffy didn't hear Zena's warcry, her stud was doing one of his own.  The
nervous warrior withdrew as soon as he added his seed to Muffy's pussy, he
didn't want to end up like Muffy's previous lover.  Muffy on the other hand
was pretty proud of herself.  She was stretching her arms out as her third
stud took his place between her legs.

   "Two guys already, this is a breeze!" the clueless Slayer thought to
herself.  Muffy might dress like a tramp, and she might wear out three
dildos a week, but the poor teen really didn't have that much experience in
porn.  It just never occurred to her to have more than one guy at a time,
Muffy was too much of a hopeless romantic to think of an orgy.  She also
never thought to check her wrist bracelet for the score.  Like most
teenagers, she wasn't paying attention when their function was described to
her.

   Two guys were left for Zena, and the Greek slut was feeling very sated.
Not used to all this sex, she was more than happy with the fuckings she had
gotten so far.  She also suspected that the Asian slut would be giving her
close competition.  Zena decided on a more, bilateral, approach.  She
placed both guys on their backs beside each other, and then took each in
hand.

   "You realize, there are kings in Greece who would kill to be where you
two are," she said with her mocking smirk.  As she pumped one guy's hard
cock, Zena sucked down the other.  Back and forth she would move, sucking
and pumping.  She enjoyed the different flavors of their salty skins, and
her powerful hands were up to the task of the constant motion.  One of the
guys climaxed as she was jerking him off, and Zena knew victory was close.
While the cum dripped down to her hand, Zena threw all of her attention
into sucking the last guy off.  If her enemy, Ares, God of War, could feel
what the last guy was enjoying, Ares might just give up War and give Love a
chance.

   A very frustrated Kiko gave up an awakening the fallen Native American.
She had knocked out enough guys to know when one wasn't waking up anytime
soon.  Angry at herself, Kiko looked at the mess of cum that was on the
floor.

   "Damn it!  If I could have caught it with my tits, I would have won
second place by now!" After saying this, Kiko realized there was one option
left to her.  It was embarrassing, and it was certainly worse than fucking
the guy, but it was her only choice.  Kiko could only hope that Valthor was
too busy watching the others fuck to notice her.

   While Zena's mouth sucked at the last cock, Kiko crawled over to the
messy puddle on the floor.  As Zena felt the guy jerk in anticipated bliss,
Kiko bent down, her mouth parting and her eyes closing.  Seconds before
Zena tasted the tang of his seed, Kiko licked the puddle of her last man.
Humiliated at such a desperate ploy, Kiko was relieved slightly by her
score.  She had just beaten Zena, who herself came in third.

   Valthor waited with malice as Muffy continued.  If the girl wasn't going
to check her bracelet to see the score, then Valthor wasn't going to stop
her from finishing.  Although Muffy lacked a certain experience to her
fucking, Valthor had to admit she was one hot piece of ass.  Her blonde
hair, perky breasts and young skin gave Muffy a beauty that was
tantalizing.

   "Too bad she's getting her ass whipped by the better sluts," Valthor
commented.

   When Muffy finally finished her last man, Valthor opened the doors. 
Flora of course, strutted out of her room, while Zena and Muffy were more
reluctant to collect their punishments.  Kiko was subdued, and doing her
best to act like she always licks cum off the floor.  Valthor was amused by
their behavior, but he also had a schedule.

   He activated Muffy and Zena's restraints and wasted no time in having
his Drones position the girls on two levitating poles.  Muffy and Zena's
hands were bound behind their back and their bodies draped over a pole at
waist height.  Their ankles were secured to a lower pole with their legs
spread very wide.  The Drones then placed round tubes, two inches long into
their mouths.  The women had to bite down on the tubes because they were so
snug, and only Zena could guess at their use.

   "Along with the twenty you just fucked," Valthor said in his slick
voice, "I also imported another hundred Native Americans as well.  Since we
have a contest later today, I'll simply let you pleasure my other hundred
volunteers while the winners rest.  Don't fear though, each man is only
allowed to squirt his seed once, and now that your mouths are secured,
he'll have a choice of three holes.  I also adjusted your subdermal
implants to keep you lubricated.  Nothing worse than a dry pussy when
you're fucking such helpless beauties.  This should be enough punishment
while the winners relax."

   "Wait a minute," Kiko said, her eyes wide as she almost envied the two.
"This is rape!"

   "So, they did lose after all," Flora said without compassion.

   "I disagree," Valthor said simply.  "But if they feel that it is rape,
all they have to do is nod their heads and I'll let them go.  Of course,
then I'll have to send them home because they forfeited, but then, I
certainly wouldn't want to rape anyone.  How about it girls, do you feel
raped?"

   The women were still.  Zena wanted to win so badly, as well as Muffy,
that neither complained.  Zena thought it was ironic that she would one day
be the victim of a gangbang and was just grateful that Fabrielle wasn't
here to record it on her damn scrolls.  Muffy was wondering if being fucked
by a hundred guys made her a slut.

   "Good," he said as the first four guys rushed onto Muffy and Zena's
helpless bodies.

   "As for you two," Valthor said to Flora and Kiko.  I think a long bath,
a shower, and even some new clothes would be a good way to pass the time.
The Drones will return you to your cells, and all will be provided.

   He smiled as the two worn out women went willingly.  He knew no rest
would adequately prepare them for the next contest...

   to be continued,

   This story is part 5 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 5 By Shon Richards

   Kiko was resting in her room, something she earned dearly from her
performance in the gangbang earlier.  She wasn't idle however, the Asian
Ninja was hard at work on a plan.  Ever since she had been abducted by
Valthor for this bizarre contest, Kiko couldn't stand the thought of being
at someone else's mercy.  Although Kiko was doing well with a high score,
she knew that some evil geniuses don't play by the rules.  That was why she
was examining her bonds closely, looking for a flaw she could exploit.

   Kiko worked as fast as she could, she was pretty sure that Valthor's
attention would be on Zena and Muffy's gangbang, but she wasn't taking
chances.  Using a lockpick secreted in one of her ribbons, Kiko pried open
a panel on her bonds.  She amazed to discover that two simple pokes with
the lockpick caused the bracelet to fall off!  It was that easy, Valthor
obviously didn't expect his women to even try.  He didn't know that Kiko
couldn't be intimidated by his superior science, she was too confident in
herself to be impressed by aliens and spaceships.  Just as quickly, Kiko
snapped the bracelet back in place.  Now that she knew escape was easy, she
relaxed in the knowledge that she held an ace up her glove.

   Knowing she had some time to kill, she used the matter replicater to get
her some new clothes.  For the first time in her life, she had complete
freedom in picking her clothes, and the options paralyzed her.  Her father
always made her wear a skimpy purple one-piece bathing suit with matching
gloves, ribbons and boots.  Kiko had known for years that better costumes
would be better for her covert activities, but she hesitated before
selecting one of these ensembles.  Valthor had a nasty tendency to include
sex and lack of movement in his games.  Kiko grudgingly realized that her
standard uniform was her best option.  It would allow her to be comfortable
while bound, as well as easy to strip off.  It was with a frown that Kiko
put on a new purple spandex swimsuit.  The good thing was that she could at
least wear sensible boots, no more seven inch heels for her!

   She had just finished getting dressed when Valthor returned, Muffy and
Zena stumbling behind him.  The two were covered in stickiness, almost
glistening around their faces and crotches.  Kiko thought they looked like
shit, but hey, at least it wasn't her.  Her attention was then diverted by
Flora.  The crazy English girl was dressed in tight shorts, a bright green
tank top and for some reason, sunglasses.  Flora had a new attitude, and
looked ready to put something in her empty holsters on her hips.

   Muffy, a little bit in a bad mood since her gangbang, looked at Flora
with disdain.  "I didn't think it was possible for you to look more like a
slut, but I guess I was wrong.  Besides, who wears green with brown
anyway?"

   Flora looked down on the Werewolf Slayer, making a visual point of look
at her tattered leather pants that were now permanently stained white from
the cum of fifty men.  Muffy's exposed crotch was a bright red where even
her superior healing abilities couldn't recover from the slamming of fifty
hips.

   "Nice pants," Flora said.

   "That's enough talking ladies," Valthor said.  "Now that Muffy and Zena
has been properly punished, we shall proceed to the next contest." He then
lead the women through more corridors until they were once again thoroughly
lost.  Flora suspected this was to confuse them, but the truth is, Valthor
has lousy organization skills, and built the ship rather haphazardly.  He
also liked to show off how big his ship was, which is why he never used the
Insta-Shuttles when around the captives.

   The room he eventually came to was much like the rest of the ship.  It
was off-white, had hard metal floors, was thirty feet square, and had
several windows that revealed only empty space.  As soon as the captives
entered the room, Valthor activated their ankle bracelets.  They all fell
to the hard floor, and all of them were swearing as they fell.  He then
threw four metal balls at each of them.  The balls landed beside them and
the girls were afraid to see what fiendish purpose they served.

   "Tonight we test your primitive human mental abilities," Valthor mocked.
"Each of you has been given a ball that can control your bonds and your
subdermal implants.  The ball is designed as a children's puzzle box, and
requires you to twist and push it into the proper sequence.  Whoever can
release their own ankle bracelets shall be the winner.  Despite your puny
thinking skills, I'm hoping this won't take more than four hours.  You may
begin at any time."

   Kiko immediately scrambled for her puzzle ball.  It glittered with a
black metallic sheen with strange red symbols that were indecipherable. 
Kiko gave it an experimental twist, and found that it was broken into tiny
segments, like a Rubik's Cube.  Columns on the ball could turn from top to
bottom, and left to right.  On a whim, Kiko found that columns even twisted
diagonally.  She had wanted the chance to study the technology that
controlled her bonds, but Kiko realized she wasn't going to learn anything.
The best she could do would be to spin the damn thing and hoped she got
lucky.

   The other ladies weren't doing much better, but Muffy felt she was on a
breakthrough.  She was lumping the red colors together, and felt that it
was bound to do something.  She was right, as soon as the red colors were
together in a disorganized mess, she felt a powerful blow land on her sore
buttocks.

   "I see Muffy was the first to discover a command for her subdermal
implant," Valthor laughed as he sat down on a Chair-Drone.  "If you break
the pattern you have set, but then return to it, you'll reactivate the
command.  I would be very careful if I were you."

   As Muffy flopped around on the floor, trying to get her red ass
comfortable, Zena was working feverishly beside her.  Zena was exhausted
from her previous punishment, and she welcomed the distraction of working
on the ball.  She wished that Fabrielle was here, the blonde know-at-all
would love to try this.  Left on her own, Zena twisted and pushed the
strange device into many useless combinations.  Hades, she would have been
happy to get a spanking because at least then she would be getting
somewhere.  More importantly, she wished there a command that would get the
taste of cum out of her mouth.  Forced to give head to a group of Native
Americans, Zena had swallowed more than she ever did as an evil warlord.

   Flora wasn't quite as in the dark as the other girls.  The red symbols
were similar to Sanskrit, with a few Mandarin symbols thrown in.  The
accomplished archeologist felt that if she could spell a word, then she
could get a command.  It just happened that the first pseudo word she
formed was 'twist.' Flora felt this might be painful, but she was intrigued
when she noticed she could add a three-headed arrow to her word.  Feeling a
bit mean, Flora completed the word as the arrow pointed at the other
ladies.

   Kiko jumped as her nipples exploded with a strange pain.  From her
previous kinky experiences, she recognized the pain as her nipples being
twisted.  She held back from yelling as she felt her nipples being twisted
a full circle, though she could hear Zena grunting and Muffy screaming like
a bitch.  When the twisting stopped and the pain became a sore throbbing,
Kiko glared at the only one who didn't cry out; Flora.

   "Also there are offensive abilities as well, or did I not mention it?"
Valthor laughed.

   Muffy was blinking back tears from the nipple twisting.  She had never
experienced anything like that before and if Cherub tried it, she would
beat the shit out of him!  Muffy pulled herself into a sitting position and
concentrated harder on the metal ball.  She was angry, tired of feeling
helpless and was pissed at losing so many times to these bimbos.  Her hands
flew across the ball, trying anything that might get the damn thing to hurt
somebody.  A bizarre shape of red colors resulted in success for Muffy,
someone got hurt.

   That someone was Zena.  The Warrior's hands flew behind her, the
bracelets locking together and bonding with her ankle bracelets as well. 
Zena was hog-tied, and at a loss for what caused it.  The mocking laughter
of Valthor didn't improve her mood.  As she struggled to get her hands on
the fallen ball, she kept rolling onto her long black hair.  Zena was then
distracted by Muffy's exclamation.

   "Cool, I finally got someone!" Muffy yelled as she tried to find another
neat combination.

   Flora ignored the delighted girl, she was working on her next
translation.  The problem was that she knew how to read the code words, but
it was another thing to get the right combinations.  Watching Zena lose
precious time struggling with her position gave Flora an idea.  As soon as
Flora noticed another possible and distracting combination about to form,
she went ahead and completed it.  She aimed the new word at Kiko,
recognizing the Asian as the biggest threat.

   Kiko felt her ankles rise, and luckily, she held on to the ball as she
floated.  Hanging upside down in the air, Kiko felt her blood begin it's
rush to her head.  She was distinctly aware of her vulnerability.  Scowling
at Flora, who had a betraying smile, Kiko wondered how the fuck the English
smart-ass could pull off two stunts so easily.

   "Damn it, she has got to know something," Kiko swore as she peered
uselessly at her ball.  Hanging upside down, Kiko fumbled with the ball and
made an interesting conclusion; she was fucked.  Flora knew something she
didn't, and Kiko couldn't hope to compete tactically.  Maybe, she could
beat her with speed.  Kiko used all of her years as a covert masturbator to
spin the ball into many random combinations.  She developed a rhythm to her
madness, and knew it was a matter of time before she cycled through all
possible combinations.

   Flora was working on towards completing the word 'spin' when she felt
the results of Kiko's blind luck.  A powerful orgasm rocked Flora's body,
and she dropped her ball as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.  Her
subdermal implant surpassed the restrictions of biology, giving Flora an
orgasm that lasted an impossible full minute.  She writhed on the ground in
happy bliss, unable even to think about the joy her body experienced.

   Across the room, Zena was trying to manipulate her ball without being
able to look at it.  It was hopeless, her wrists firmly bound to her
ankles, Zena didn't stand a chance.  It didn't stop her though, like Kiko,
Zena was determined to at least try.  Out of spite towards Muffy, the
Warrior Princess kept the ball pointed at Muffy in the hope that something
nasty would happen.

   Meanwhile, Muffy saw an unusual pattern in the red tiles she was
twisting.  A shape began to emerge, one that looked like an X.  The thought
occurred to her that this might be the symbol that releases her bonds,
since an X looks kind of like a person with their limbs spread.  Delighted
with such an easy answer, Muffy quickly completed the shape, and pointed
the ball towards herself.

   Muffy screamed as the result was instant.  The subdermal implant shut
down her optic nerve, plunging her into darkness.  When she realized she
wasn't in trouble, and that her eyes were wide open, Muffy stopped
screaming.  It still meant she fucked though.  Now she was worse than Zena,
she couldn't see her ball or anyone else's for that matter.

   Feeling helpless, she took the ball in her hands and smashed it down on
the ground.  The metal ball shattered under Muffy's supernatural strength,
pieces flying everywhere in the small room.  Muffy was stunned by her own
power, and her natural teenage awkwardness made her shrink back.  She was
surprised when not only did her sight return, but her ankles were released!
Muffy had won the contest simply by destroying her controller!

   "No!" Valthor screamed jumping from his chair.  "You can't cheat the
game that way!" Already the other girls were hammering their balls into the
ground.  They achieved nothing however, none of them had Muffy's sheer
power.

   "Why the hell not?" Muffy challenged.  The blonde rose to her small
height and glared at Valthor without a hint of fear.  "You said it was a
contest of brains.  Well, I used my brains to break the freaking thing. 
Don't tell me that little me thought of something the Big Bad Alien didn't
think about?"

   Valthor paused, caught between admitting Muffy's dubious ingenuity and
smacking the proud little girl.  Finally, his vanity won out.  He couldn't
bring himself to say that Muffy had thought of a better idea, so he just
sat back down in his chair and scowled at her.

   "I had planned for this," Valthor lied, "I just didn't think you would
think of it so quickly.  Congratulations Muffy, now sit down and shut up."

   Muffy reclined happily on the floor beside her smashed metal ball. 
Across the room, Flora was perfecting another word on her control ball. 
She had recovered from the prolonged orgasm, although she still had trouble
seeing straight.  Words could not describe how insulted she was that the
fucking high school student had beat her in this contest of wits.  More
determined than ever, she worked on something that would keep the other two
occupied.  With a savage smile from the cutthroat busty archeologist, she
twisted the ball to form the word 'thrust.'

   Zena and Kiko jerked in spasms as their subdermal implants perfectly
simulated the feel of a large cock entering their sexes.  Kiko moaned as
the cock began thrusting, and she couldn't help but look at her assaulted
sex.  She could see that nothing was entering her, but there was no
mistaking the terrific feel of her pussy expanding around a generous size
cock.  She almost dropped the ball to the floor, but luckily Kiko had a
pretty good grip in the throes of passion.

   Still hog-bound, Zena was more helpless than Kiko when the thrusting
began.  After her vicious gangbang earlier, Zena's pussy wasn't in the best
of conditions to be fucked.  She was still startled though, the mysterious
and sudden opening of her sexual lips followed by an invisible cock is
enough to freak out anyone.  Unfortunately, being bound with her limbs
behind her back and her hands around a metal ball is the worse position for
an unexpected thrust.  When her hips instinctively met the thrust, she
released the ball.  It rolled away and Zena cursed as she felt her freedom
slip away.

   A selfish need for revenge satisfied, Flora applied her translating
skills towards her freedom.  Knowing the other two were screwed, well,
screwing, Flora was able to relax enough to spell out the word 'freedom.'
Her ankles became free again, and she stood up to declare her victory.

   "Very good, now there are only two," Valthor mocked as he watched Zena
wiggle towards her rolling ball.

   One girl still had her ball, and Kiko was still holding on to it as the
thrusting came to an end.  Grateful that the thrusting was on some sort of
timer, she wished that her hanging position would end on it's own too.  She
didn't have any faith in that happening, so she continued to work, even
though she was getting a cramp in her neck from looking at the world upside
down.

   "Thank God I got a new swimsuit," Kiko muttered.  "If I didn't, my damn
silicone breasts would be smacking me in the face."

   Kiko had a bit of freedom before Zena ever made it to her ball.  Blind
luck wasn't getting results, and it was too hard for her to destroy, so
Kiko actually tried studying the ball.  Maybe it was the blood rushing to
her head, or the pain from hanging by her ankles, but Kiko felt she was
beginning to understand the strange symbols.  They reminded her of her
Glow-in-the-dark Kama Bondage Sutra she smuggled from Brazil.  At least
some of the shapes looked familiar, and that was a start.  Curious, she
tried to recreate the image of 'Beaten-Pussy,' on her ball and she pointed
it at Zena.

   Zena was almost to the resting ball when she felt a powerful blow land
on her sex.  She froze in pain, though she soon realized that it was only a
sharp sting.  The blows repeated themselves as Kiko broke and remade the
sequence.  Unable to control herself, Zena flounced around as her hairy
bush was subjected to a series of stinging spanks.  Her shoulder crashed
into the ball, and sent it rolling across the room.

   "This is great!" Kiko exclaimed as Zena endured her manipulations.  "I
have to be careful and make sure I can really control this thing before I
try it on myself." Kiko worked on a new combination, the
'Breasts-of-the-Sky' while Zena began the long crawl to her ball on the
other side of the room.

   Watching her across the room, Kiko waited maliciously for Zena to reach
her ball again.  Just as Zena was turning around to grab it, Kiko activated
her controls.  Zena screamed as her nipples pointed straight up in the air,
extending as the subdermal device simulated an exquisite torture.  In her
hurry to end the pain, Zena even tried sitting upright, thinking that the
tension on her breasts could be relieved somehow.  Her nipples were on fire
from the sensation of being pulled, and Zena was just barely able to
contain herself from crying out.

   That was all the proof Kiko needed.  Giddy with her brief turn with
power, Kiko casually manipulated her ball.  While Zena tried to recover
from the pain stopping, Kiko was well on her way to freedom.  As she
twisted in 'Freedom-for-the-maiden,' Kiko laughed at Zena for still being
bound.  That was why Kiko wasn't prepared when her bonds turned off and she
dropped face first onto the ground.  Her body a crumpled heap, and her face
stinging from the fall and sheer embarrassment, she barely heard Valthor
speaking.

   "Amazing, it didn't take you primitive females nearly as long as I
thought it would.  The scores reflect how important it was for Muffy to win
this contest.  She has nine points, while the rest of you have ten points
each.  Tomorrow is our final event, but don't worry Muffy, if you tie, I'm
sure I can come up with a tiebreaker game.  If you're lucky, the tiebreaker
might even involve another gangbang.  Ha, ha ha!"

   "Since tomorrow is the last event, tonight's accommodations will be
easier on the losers.  Kiko and Zena, you shall spend your nights much the
same way Zena spent today.  Your bracelets will hog-tie you, and you shall
be dumped in your cells with only a bowl of water.  The subdermal implants
will handle your food and waste needs, but I do find it amusing to watch
you girls try to get something to drink while bound."

   "As for Muffy and Flora, you shall have full use of your food
replicaters, as well as a bed, and a bath.  Sorry, but there will be no new
clothes, mostly because I so enjoy watching Muffy walk around in those
tattered pants.  Get all the rest you need, for tomorrow, we determine who
is the greatest among the women of Earth!"

   To be continued,

   This story is part 6 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 6 By Shon Richards

   Kiko was resting on the floor of her cell.  With her ankles and wrists
bound behind her, Kiko carefully moved her back to the wall, in such a way
that no suspicion would be aroused if anyone was watching.  When her back
was against the wall, Kiko slipped a small lockpick out of one of the
ribbons tied around her arms.  Using the lockpick, Kiko practiced undoing
her bracelets, opening them a dozen times.  She could believe how easy it
was, but she kept practicing.  Her internal timing skills told her that
Valthor wouldn't be showing up for a little while.  It was always good for
a busty Asian who wears spandex to be prepared for escape.

   An hour after Kiko finished her morning practice session, Valthor
arrived at the cells of his women.  His swagger was bigger than usual, the
purple alien could smell a great contest coming.  Today he would crown a
winner, and send the other three wenches home.  As sexy as these Earth
women were, they sure bitched a lot, not to mention that each one of them
was lethal.  He had done these types of games a Thousand times, but Valthor
felt uneasy with this group.  This is why he was in a great mood, today was
the end, and after the contest, comes his own personal reward...

   His Drones were in attendance, four fearsome metal creatures that walked
tall and held large swords that crackled with energy.  They flanked Valthor
as he opened the women's cells and allowed their bonds to let them walk. 
The Drones were trained their swords on each one as they came out.  Flora
looked disappointed that they welded hand weapons, which was why Valthor
refused to give them pistols.  That would be too much temptation for the
gun happy Flora Craft.

   Valthor once again had the ladies follow him through twisting corridors
and bizarre passages.  When he felt they were sufficiently impressed by the
size of his ship, he took them to the final Arena.  The room was thirty
feet across, and the floor was covered with a brown substance.  Valthor
then sat in a waiting chair, and hovered above the women.  His Drones
covered the door, and forced the ladies to walk in the sticky brown goo. 
Their boots sank six inches into the muck, and distrust was on all of their
faces.

   "As you can tell," Valthor said safely from a height of twenty feet
above them, "the Arena has been covered in simple mud.  Not only is it an
interesting and dangerous terrain, but most females look sexy in mud no
matter their home planet.  At each corner of the room, I have placed what
looks like a metal dildo.  This twelve inch weapon is the only way you can
eliminate your opponents.  When three inches of a dildo is placed inside
one of you, it will activate your subdermal implants and remove you from
the fight.  It doesn't matter who places the dildo in, or even where it
goes in, that person will be out of the fight.  Whoever is left standing
will win, and points will be given in order of survival.  Now, you may
begin!"

   The four looked at each other, aware that for the first time, open
combat is expected of them.  It was a new line to cross, one that changed
their relationships with each other forever.  The girls backed away slowly,
giving each other room, as well as keeping everyone in sight of each other.
It was clear that Valthor intended for them to forget he was their enemy,
and turn on each other.  In this kind of situation, it shouldn't be a
surprise that it was Flora who started it.

   With a quick and silent charge across the mud, Flora clobbered Muffy
with a double-fisted blow to her head.  Muffy went down face first into the
mud, and Flora was right on top of her.  The Werewolf slayer was choking in
the mud as Flora shoved her face down into the mud.  Flora had her hands
firmly in Muffy's blonde hair as she smashed her head over and over again.
The English girl was enjoying herself, she didn't get to catfight much.

   As soon as Muffy went down from flora's assault, Kiko launched a flying
kick at Zena.  The Warrioress was ready, and neatly grabbed Kiko's leg as
it flew at her.  Spinning, Zena brought Kiko down with a splash into the
mud.  Kiko's reflexes was just as good, covered in mud she snapped a kick
out as soon as she hit the ground.  It caught Zena full in the chest, but
her armor easily absorbed the impact.  Zena did let go of Kiko's leg
though, and the Asian was quick to regain her footing.  A karate chop, a
roundhouse kick and a powerful punch were blocked easily by Zena.  Whatever
Zena couldn't block, she managed to maneuver so that her armor would handle
it.

   "Fuck fighting each other," Kiko yelled.  "We need to take the Greek
bitch out!  She's the only one with armor!"

   Flora stopped in her pounding of Muffy, and realized Kiko was right. 
Fuck, Flora never fought with her hands as it was, she knew she had better
take advantage of any teaming up that occurred.  She got off of Muffy, and
sloshed her way to one of the corners of the room.  Picking up a dildo, she
returned to the action.  Movement was slow in the mud and she watched
helplessly as Kiko slowed down in her attacks.  Zena was measuring the
Ninja, and it was only a matter of time.

   Muffy was returning to her sense, her awesome healing coming into play.
She wasn't even sure who had nailed her, but Muffy was ready to return the
favor.  She rose herself out of the mud, and noted that her entire front
was a muddy brown mess.  Her thin shirt was plastered to her chest, and her
tattered pants now had a new brown sheen to add to her crotchless look.  A
deep rage overtook her, Muffy had suffered her final unanswered
humiliation. Lucky for Kiko, it was Zena who had her back to Muffy.

   "Fuck all of you!" Muffy screamed as she charged.  Her scream alerted
Zena, who turned around just in time.  Zena caught Muffy with a nasty punch
to the stomach, and she lifted the Slayer right off her feet.  As the wind
sucked out of Muffy, Kiko was already to her aid.  Without Zena defending
herself, Kiko was able to nail the Greek's head with a measured elbow blow.
As Zena staggered, Flora ran up and threw her body in a full tackle.  The
Warrior Princess collapsed under Flora's, and her enemies couldn't be
happier.

   Muffy flipped Zena and straddled Zena's face down head, twisting her
flailing arms around so she could immobilize her.  Zena's powerful muscles
couldn't compete with Muffy's strength, she was still stunned from Flora's
airborne attack.  Zena was just trying to shake the stars from her eyes and
trying to breathe in the mud.  Kiko was delivering kick after kick to
Zena's legs, trying to weaken her for Flora's dildo.  It was no use,
realizing she was fucked, Zena had her ankles crossed and didn't plan to
release them for the world.

   "Damn, I can't part her legs," Kiko swore as she rained kicks on Zena's
legs.  "Muffy, if we flip her over, can you still hold her down?"

   "Like, if you mean, holding her down in the sense that she won't kick
our asses, then the answer is no." To illustrate her point, Zena almost
rose with Muffy on her head, but Flora stopped that.  Jumping on Zena's
back ended the warrior's escape.

   "Well, we can't just keep her here.  We have to eliminate her somehow or
else she's going to be really pissed if she escapes!" Kiko said.

   "She doesn't have to flip over," Flora said grimly.

   "What do you mean?" Muffy asked as she struggled with Zena's arms.  "If
we can't part her legs, then the only other way is down her mouth."

   "Well, she is Greek after all," Flora said as she raised the dildo with
both arms.

   "Oh shit!" Kiko said, her eyes widening with understanding.  "Don't look
Muffy, you're too young!"

   Muffy watched of course, and it was in horror that she saw Flora act. 
Bringing the dildo down hard, Flora tried to shove the dildo down Zena's
ass.  The mud covered ass clenched reflexively, but Flora was determined.
The mud helped with the lubrication, but it was still a hard push.  Kiko
was holding down Zena's legs while Muffy held her arms, but the Warrior
Princess still struggled hard.  Flora rode Zena's bucking back as she used
both hands to shove the dildo further into the Greek's ass.  Throwing her
full weight into it, Flora managed to get the required three inches into
her.

   A flash of light exploded from the dildo, and the girls jumped off their
victim in surprise.  They watched as Zena stopped fighting and simply
twisted in the mud.  She was running her hands over her body, and they
couldn't understand why she had this awesome smile on her face.

   "The dildo activates a powerful orgasm," Valthor explained from his
perch.  "Several of them in fact.  To be completely accurate, I have to say
that Zena will experience orgasm after orgasm until she passes out.  It
kind of makes losing not seem so bad, agreed?"

   The ladies stood up slowly, still fascinated by Zena's thrashing body.
There was an uneasy truce, for neither girl wanted to be the one to start
something.  It would be too easy to see this turn into a two on one.  With
this awkward peace, once again it was Flora who struck first.

   Flora turned around and tried to grab Kiko, intending to slam the Ninja
into the mud.  Kiko dodged however, and Flora only managed to grab the
front of Kiko's swimsuit.  As Flora fell to the ground, she took Kiko's
front with her, tearing the flimsy material and revealing Kiko's enhanced
breasts.

   "You are pissing me off!" Kiko yelled as she dropped a knee on Flora's
body.  As Flora cried out from the pain, Kiko lifted the snob by her hair.
With Flora bent over, Kiko lifted her knee happily into Flora's natural
assets.  Her breasts cushioned some of the kneelifts, but not enough of
them.  It felt great for Kiko to finally unleash on somebody, and the
muscular Ninja was happy it was the prissy snob who suffered.  For fun,
Kiko ripped the shirt off of Flora, and began choking the topless brunette
with the remnants of the shirt.

   Behind Kiko, Muffy was retrieving a second dildo.  The blonde was
confident, she has been using dildos for so long now, they felt natural in
her hand.  Holding her dildo like some people would hold a stake, she
sneaked up on Kiko.  A quick surgical blow was what Muffy had in mind, and
then it would be easy to wipe out the skinny bimbo.

   Kiko was debating how to kick Flora's ass when she noticed the quiet
slosh of mud behind her.  Spinning perfectly on one foot, Kiko rose her leg
up, intending to stun the young girl with the strange powers.  With Kiko's
leg high, Muffy thrusted with her dildo at Kiko's exposed sex.  The timing
was perfect, Kiko's foot was aimed at Muffy's head, but Muffy was crouched
down.  The dildo slid right into Kiko, burying itself to the hilt in her
shaved pussy.  There was a brilliant flash as the dildo dildo activated.

   "Fuck me," Kiko said almost with a smile as the orgasms brought her body
down.  The muddy Ninja accepted defeat, and surrendered to the kind of sex
she so rarely ever got to enjoy.

   "Remember Muffy, if you beat Flora, you will tie the score.  You will
face her in the tiebreaker, but beating her is the only way to win Cherub's
cure," Valthor said.

   Flora picked herself off the mud and looked at Muffy.  Bruised breasts
were distracting Flora, but the danger of the odd girl with the muddy
crotchless pants commanded her attention.  How could she defeat the most
physically capable of all of them?  More importantly, how much would it
hurt to find out?

   Muffy was thrilled that she got Kiko, and had plans to finish Flora in
just as spiffy a manner.  She was confident in her abilities, and saw no
reason to soften Flora up any further.  The older woman was already panting
from her chest blows, it was clear she was almost done for.  Instead of
attacking, Muffy turned and ran through the heavy mud to get another dildo.

   Flora ran as soon as Muffy did.  She picked up her own dildo, so at
least she could be armed too.  The mud was heavy, and Flora had trouble
breathing.  If she didn't have Muffy after her, she would have kicked
Kiko's orgasming body a few times for revenge.  When she reached her dildo,
Flora knew that speed was her only hope.  She kicked off her boots, and
threw down her holsters, trying to be as unencumbered as possible.

   Large natural breasts still heaving, Flora faced Muffy as the Slayer
came running towards her.  Flora didn't know if the girl could get tired,
she certainly wasn't slowing down in the mud.  Flora started running
towards Muffy, and the two girls looked like they were jousting with
dildos. As they came close, Flora dropped into a roll and kicked her leg
out in a sweep.  Instead of tripping Muffy, the blonde teen jumped over her
leg, and landed right beside a prone Flora.

   Muffy looked down on a helpless flora and smiled.  "It looks like I beat
you after all, no matter how big your chest is."

   "Nice pants," Flora snapped, and then dodged as Muffy lunged down on
her. Angry, Muffy wasn't defending herself when she missed Flora.  She
hadn't taken into account that Flora's nearly nude body wasn't carrying as
much mud as Muffy's and was marginally quicker because of it.  Flora was on
her feet in an instant.  As Muffy stood back up, Flora sucker punched the
muddy girl in the stomach.  When Muffy bent over and gasped, Flora brought
the dildo in an upward swing at Muffy's mouth.

   The dildo flashed as it thrusted into Muffy's open mouth.  The girl's
eyes went from stunned to happy, the orgasms already at work inside her
body.  She dropped to the ground, the mud squelching as she collapsed. 
Muffy didn't writhe in the mud, she merely arched her back as she moaned in
happiness, the dildo still in her mouth.

   "Very good," Valthor said as his chair lowered him to the floor.  "To be
honest, I didn't think you had the power to win.  You definitely have the
biggest breasts, which beats muscles any day in my opinion."

   "Just give me the maps to ancient civilizations you promised me and let
me out of here!" Flora snapped as she tried in vain to wipe the sludge from
her breasts.

   "Oh, very well," Valthor said.  He flicked a button, and the other
three's subdermal implants stopped stimulating their orgasms.  The three
picked themselves up on shaky knees, and before they could react, their
wrist bracelets snapped their arms behind their backs.

   "Drones, take these LOSERS to the loading bay.  Send the Greek through a
time-portal and drop the other two into disposable pods.  I'll be
conversing with the lovely Flora Craft in my chambers."

   The losers were silent as the Drones lead them out, and Flora resisted
the urge to shout insults at them.  She had a feeling that they might be
the lucky ones.  Squashing that suspicion, Flora turned to Valthor.

   "Let's hurry this up, I want to get off this ship as soon as possible,"
she said.  Valthor merely laughed and activated her bonds.  Flora fell
over, hog-tied and shouted obscenities at Valthor.  He muted her with a
touch of a button.

   "Oh do shut up," Valthor snapped as his chair levitated Flora's bound
body.  "There never was a map, or a cure for Cherub, or a cure for Kiko's
father.  Sure, I've got weapons for Zena, but she'll never get them.  This
contest wasn't about you weak females, this was a contest to see who will
be my next bride!"

   Valthor laughed as he and Flora flew to the Wedding Suite.

   To be continued,

   This story is part 7 out of 7 in 'Battle of the Heroines'.  This silly
story has scenes of bondage, robots having sex with women, orgies and a
mudfight.  This story is mine, so please don't make any money from it. 
Comments are welcome at lordshon@aol.com.

   Battle of the Heroines, part 7 By Shon Richards

   Kiko, Zena and Muffy were escorted through the spaceship.  Their arms
tied behind their backs by the powerful magnetic bracelets, the group of
women were unusually quiet.  For Muffy and Zena, this was because they were
disappointed at losing the five day contest arranged by their captor. 
Valthor had humiliated them in various sexual games, and now they were
being taken home by the Guard Drones.  Once they reached the hangar bay,
they would be sent back to their points of origin.

   Kiko for silent for other reasons.  Now that she had lost, and lost to
that bitch Flora, Kiko was determined to escape this fucked-up place.  A
lockpick from her armbands was all she needed to deactivate her bracelets.
The deadly and vengeful Ninja bided her time, waiting for the best
opportunity to strike.  She didn't really know what she was going to do if
when she got free, but she knew that she couldn't let Valthor get away with
the things he had done.  Kiko figured she owed him at least one good kick
in his groin.

   The perfect chance came when they entered the Hanger.  The wide open
spaces, and the fact that their departure was imminent, prompted Kiko to
action.  She whipped her arms out from their bound position and shoved a
nearby Drone's head into the wall.  The powerful Guard Drone was caught
unaware, and toppled rather clumsily to the ground.  As the other Drones
spun around, Kiko picked up the fallen sword dropped by the guard.  A
button on the handle caused the blade to flare with crackling energy.  The
confident Ninja smiled at her enemies, the glowing sword held firmly in
both hands.

   "It's about damn time someone else had something shoved into them," Kiko
remarked as the first sword wielding Drone approached.

   Kiko spun and swung low, bringing her sword up between the Drone's legs.
As a shower of sparks erupted from the slain Drone, Kiko was already
advancing towards her next target.  Muffy was still in shock at the sudden
attack, while Zena was already in motion.  The Warrior Princess leapt
behind a Drone that was ignoring her, and wrapped her muscular legs around
it's head.  With one terribly efficient twist, Zena decapitated the Drone
with her legs.  Muffy had recovered at this point, and ran up to the Drone
hat Kiko had pushed down.  Before it could rise, Muffy used her
supernatural strength to smash it's head under her muddy boot.

   Mere feet away from Zena's kill, Kiko was dueling against the very fast
Drone.  It's blows were powerful and Kiko found them very hard to parry. 
Instead of matching strength, Kiko used her awesome agility to keep away
from the Drone.  Baffled by Kiko's quickness, the Drone was unprepared for
a captive that actually fought back.  In fact, it's programming was
woefully inadequate to fight, and this was proven when Kiko pierced it
cleanly through it's torso.

   The battle over, Kiko flipped her sword off.  She walked behind Zena and
began the quick work towards deactivating her bracelets.  The former
animosity of competitors was gone, and the girls huddled together as Kiko
worked.

   "What's your plan?" Zena asked of Kiko in her usual sultry voice.

   "I thought we would get free, hunt Valthor down and leave with all the
loot he promised us," Kiko said simply.  She was a little turned on by the
sexy Warrioress, but didn't think this was the place for that kind of
thing.

   "That's your big plan?  You haven't made any further developments?" Zena
asked.  Kiko's thoughts of sex among the freed were turning more towards
bloodshed among the freed.

   "Hey, cut her some slack," Muffy interrupted.  "It sounds a hell of a
lot better than going home the way we are."

   Zena agreed, and picked up a sword when she was freed.  Muffy picked one
up too after her bonds were gone.  Armed, pissed and ready to maim, the
three really weren't sure where to go.

   "How about back the way we came?" Kiko offered.  Shrugging, the two
joined Kiko as they charged down the corridor.

   Meanwhile, miles away from them, Valthor brought his captured Flora to
what he called the 'Wedding Chambers'.  The seven foot tall purple humanoid
lowered Flora's struggling body to the floor.  He then activated her wrist
and ankle bonds to spread her arms out in a spread-eagle position.  Flora
was helpless against the merciless magnetics of her bonds, and her fears
rose as her body rose off the floor.  She was suspended four feet off the
floor, her body face down.  When she lifted her head, she could see that
she was eye level with his crotch.

   Valthor talked to his slave as he stripped off his skintight bodysuit.
"As a rather wealthy member of my race, I can afford to have exotic tastes.
I just happen to like alien women.  Not any alien will do, however.  I
prefer to test my women, to push them to their limits and have them prove
their superiority against others of their race.  My rather well endowed
cock only seems to get hard after watching five days of sensual
competition. Only when this alien has proved her worth to me am I able to
mate with her.  One long marathon session of pure sex, and then I'm
through. I toss her out the airlock and move on to another planet.  I'm
afraid I'm kind of fickle that way."



   Flora struggled harder against her bonds, and Valthor shook his head.

   "I'm not a cruel creature, this is just the only way I can get some,"
Valthor explained.  "Since I don't want to cause you harm, I'll activate
your subdermal implant.  We'll set you to experience mindless lust, that'll
keep you from worrying about dying when we're through.  I'm a firm believer
in making my brides comfortable during the marriage."

   He reactivated her speech, but before she could swear at him in the
dozen languages that she knew, Valthor triggered her lust.  The terrified
tomb raider was suddenly calmed, as she felt her body melt.  It was like
she was given a hundred sensual massages by a hundred handsome studs in the
space of a second.  A roaring built up inside her, one that permeated her
entire body.  A longing then came, and Flora knew that the only thing that
mattered in the world was slamming a cock, any cock inside her.  Valthor
ceased being her enemy and became in her eyes her salvation.  Flora moaned
at the sight of his monster cock approaching, and Valthor knew the
subdermal implant had done it's work.

   First, Valthor decided to enjoy the front for a while.  Flora stretched
her neck out to greet Valthor's cock, and slurped as much of it's girth
into her as possible.  Her sunglasses still on, her head moved wildly as
she tried to taste every inch of him.  Flora squealed as she enjoyed the
salty male taste of him.  Valthor amused himself by reaching down and
grabbing her hanging breasts.  He crushed them in his hands, sinking his
fingers into her soft mammary flesh.  No matter how much Valthor mauled her
bountiful chest, it only caused Flora to want him more.

   Across the ship, Muffy, Zena and Kiko were tearing a path of
destruction. Muffy had slain two Guard Drones, three Cleaning Drones, four
doors, a video camera, and what Muffy called "a strange looking wall." Zena
was trying to be stealthy, but was giving up in the face of Muffy's sword
mania.  Kiko was rather relaxed, she never had the chance to go ass-kicking
with buddies before, and was enjoying the experience.  It was a lot like
how she imagined a sleep-over would go.

   "Hey, if we find those Indians again, should we take time to fuck them?"
Kiko asked.

   "No!" Muffy yelled.  "One gang fuck is enough for me!" She then cleaved
a suspicious looking trashcan with her sword.

   "How in Hades are we going to find Valthor?" Zena asked, changing the
subject away from sex.  An impossible task with Kiko around.

   "Knowing Flora, we could just follow the sounds of her tight shorts
rubbing together," Kiko said.  The girls paused, and actually did try to
listen for her.  They heard nothing.

   The only sounds Flora was making were moans, slurps and squeals.  The
subdermal implant was driving her crazy, and Valthor's cock in her mouth
was enjoying all of her emotions.  He grabbed her ponytail and enjoyed
pulling her head back.  Flora was so horny, she would stretch her tongue
out just to taste his hard manhood.  Then Valthor would slam her head back
down on his cock, and Flora wouldn't even complain about choking.  The
normally reserved explorer couldn't move fast enough in her mind to please
him and her mouth almost succeeded in swallowing his entire length.

   "Enough of this sport," Valthor groaned as he pulled out of Flora.  She
whimpered as his cock left her, but almost cheered when he stepped behind
her.  He stepped between her hovering spread legs, and aimed himself at her
floating secret treasure.  Moisture glistened on the shaved sex, and
Valthor plunged in smoothly.  Inch after inch entered Flora's tight pussy,
and she savored every part of his cock.  His hands came down on her ass and
squeezed, enjoying the tightness of the muscles underneath.  With this firm
and delightful hold, Valthor began thrusting into Flora.

   Trapped by the bracelets, Flora couldn't even move to accommodate his
forceful thrusts.  She did these half-thrusts, trying so hard to meet him
with her hips.  The pain of his sudden and unforgiving thrusts were ignored
by her lust crazed body.  Already, she was enjoying her first orgasm, her
body spasming and twisting uselessly in her hovering position.  Flora's
breasts were knocking together freely as she moved, and even this sensation
was causing her to go mad with arousal.

   Having far less fun were the other girls. Muffy was still cutting down
anything that moved, or didn't move at all.  Zena and Kiko were exchanging
kick techniques while they followed behind.  Although they were more
relaxed than they had been in a week, the girls were getting restless.

   "You know, the next time a Drone shows up, maybe we should interrogate
it," Zena said.

   "Nope, you can't interrogate a Drone," Kiko answered.  "They aren't
really alive, so we couldn't threaten it."

   "Damn!" Zena cursed, and frustrated by the hopeless search, she swung at
a door that Muffy somehow missed in her rampage.  The doors swung open
before she could hit it, and Kiko and Muffy noticed a resemblance in the
small featureless room inside.

   "Hey, doesn't that look like an elevator?" Muffy asked.

   "It does, but how come Valthor never had us use one?" Kiko answered.

   "What's an elevator?" Zena asked.

   Kiko smiled, and said "Let's all get in and we'll show you."

   When they stepped in, the doors closed.  After holding Zena back from
smashing the doors opened, Kiko tried to figure out how the elevator
worked.

   "There's no panel," Kiko said.

   "Maybe it's another Drone," Muffy said.  She then knocked loudly on the
walls and said "Hey elevator!  Are you a Drone?"

   "Please state your destination," a voice sounded out.

   "Take us to Valthor!" Zena yelled.

   "It's not going to be that easy," Kiko tried to explain.  Trust me,
every time I go exacting revenge on someone in their base, I always have to
go through a legion of guards, escape some traps and weave through a maze
of doors before I find the bastard."

   Kiko was interrupted by a 'BING' and the doors opening.  To the surprise
of all involved, they were face to face with Valthor, with Flora's sweaty
body hovering between them.

   "That was quick," Zena said dryly.  Muffy was already in motion as Kiko
stood there gawking.  The blonde flew through the air, her nearly nude
though completely muddy legs caught Valthor square in the chest.  He fell
to the ground with a roar, but his roar wasn't nearly as loud as Flora's
screams.

   "YOU BLOODY BITCHES, I WAS GETTING FUCKED!" Flora screamed at the
bewildered women.

   "Tough shit!  Kiko yelled as she and Zena ran into the room.  Valthor
was picking himself up, dodging Muffy's frenzied sword swings.  Muffy swung
too high and Valthor grabbed her wrists, crushing the sword out of her
hands.  She couldn't believe how much strength he possessed as he lifted
her off the floor.

   Behind him, Zena came to Muffy's rescue.  The energy sword activated,
she swung a two-handed blow at his knees and brought him down again.  She
was shocked to see her sword extinguish seconds before it touched him. 
Zena looked at her weapon dumbly as Valthor threw Muffy at her.

   "Fools!  All my weapons are programmed to not harm me.  You'll never
leave this ship alive now!" Valthor yelled as he worked the controls on his
wrist.  He was programming their subdermal implants to send them crippling
pain when a sword smashed down on his arm.  Valthor was shocked to see her
precious controls shatter from the blow.

   "That's funny," Kiko said as she lifted the sword for another blow. 
"The energy is gone, but the edge seems to be working fine."

   With the destruction of the controls, Flora dropped to the ground.  Her
lust disappeared instantly, and was replaced with cold rage.  She leapt
from her prone position and tackled the fallen Valthor right around his
waist.  In other words, Flora headbutted his crotch.

   "Owwwwwwwwww," Muffy, Zena and Kiko said in unison as Valthor curled
into a fetal position.

   Later, after Valthor was tied up with the liberal use of some cable
Muffy cut out of a wall, the women discussed their options.

   "So, all the things he promised, they just weren't true?" Muffy asked
for the tenth time.

   "Not only that, but the asshole planned to kill the winner," Flora
explained.

   "I don't know about your problems, but I'll be happy just to take this
sword back with me," Zena said.  "That's if you even have a way of getting
me back."

   "That shouldn't be a problem," answered Kiko.  "From what Valthor
explained after the pain faded, all of his drones follow voice commands. 
They were programmed to ignore anyone wearing slave bracelets, but that's
not much of a problem now.  All we have to do is give the command, and
they'll do what it takes to send you home."

   "Ok, after we send the Amazon back, then what do we do with him?" Flora
asked.

   "I figured I would take him back to my dad.  He would shit his pants if
I brought back a real alien.  He also might give me a raise in my
allowance," answered Kiko.

   "Like bloody Hell," Flora snapped.  "You might have been born rich, but
I have to make a living.  Since I was the one was assaulted by this git, I
think I have the best claim.  I'm taking him, and his ship, and selling the
lot to the highest bidder."

   "You can't sell this shit," Muffy said.  "People are going to ask
questions, and then they'll find out everything we did here!  I don't want
people to find out what I've done here!  I say we take what we want and we
make ship self-destruct or something."

   "Self-destruct?" Flora asked.  "Do you have any idea how much money this
is all worth?  Who gives a shit about what people say if you're loaded?"

   "Fuck you Flora," Kiko snapped.  "We all suffered here, and it would be
a mess to try and sell this ship.  Who's going to buy it?  How do we spilt
the money?  Why wouldn't the government just take the damn thing and throw
us in prison?  For God's sake, don't you ever watch X-files?"

   Voices were raised, women were half nude and everyone had a sword.  The
tension was rising, the frustrations of the past week were reaching a
climax.  So close to finally going home, and with the allure of treasure,
extreme diplomacy was required to defuse this situation.  Keeping true to
herself, Flora started fighting first.

   An astounding standing leap brought Flora landing right beside a shocked
Kiko.  The Asian beauty was just able to dodge Flora's sword swing, but she
had to retreat backwards to avoid the next flurry of blows.  Zena casually
sidestepped Kiko and Flora's combat and stood along side Muffy.

   "So tell me Muffy," Zena asked casually as she flicked some mud from
Muffy's shoulder, "would you like to come back to Greece with me?  You can
handle yourself in a fight, and you got that young wide-eye blonde look
that I prefer in a partner."

   "Umm, thanks, but you're really creeping me out," Muffy said as she
gripped her sword.  "Like, are you coming on to me?"

   "Let me tell you Muffy," Zena continued.  "As strong as you are, you
wouldn't have anything to worry about back where I come from.  No large
groups of men, no strange flying bondage devices, just you and me in the
great outdoors, sleeping under the stars..."

   "EWWW!" Muffy said, pushing away from the seducing Warrioress.  "Back
off Leather-Girl!  I might have been fucked by a dozen Drones and screwed
by more Indians than I could count, but I'm still loyal to my man,...what's
his name."

   Across the room, Kiko was luring Flora's attacks to an odd looking panel
on the wall.  With the panel behind Kiko, she waited till Flora did a lunge
with her sword, and then Kiko dropped to the floor.  Flora's weapon smashed
into the panel, and electricity arced through her sword, showering the two
girls with sparks.  Flora let go of her sword before she could be
electrocuted, but now before Kiko caught her with a punch across her jaw.

   As Kiko stood over the fallen tomb raider, she wanted to sat something
really witty.  Instead, the ship interrupted her with an announcement that
said "Main controls for the navigation system have been lost, critical
orbital failure will occur in ten minutes."

   "What have you done!" screamed Valthor, who was awaken by all the
fighting, sirens and announcements of doom.

   "What have we done?" Kiko screamed back.  "What kind of an idiot puts
something that important in the bedroom?"

   Valthor tried to sit up, but failed when he discovered he was tied up.
"This is where I spend all of my time, why have a separate room just to fly
the ship?  Before you crazy bitches showed up, no one has ever had a sword
fight in the bedroom!"

   Muffy, who was surprisingly paying attention, asked "You mean you only
have the pilot controls here?  You don't have another place where you can
fly this thing?"

   "Do you have any idea how expensive it is to have a spaceship with all
these bondage equipment?" Valthor snapped.  "I don't exactly make any
profit by kidnapping women across the galaxy.  You damn sluts have trashed
my ship in less time than it took to bring you here!"

   "Ooops," Kiko said as she gave Valthor another friendly groin kick. 
"Sorry about your fucking ship, I guess we better be going now."

   "No," Flora moaned as she picked her nude body off the ground.  "What
about all the wealth we could make here?  Ten minutes isn't enough time to
get anything valuable!"

   "Try taking your bracelets home," Zena offered.  "If you keep whining
about money, I'll help you carry them home by shoving them up your ass!"

   Flora grumbled, but she stopped her complaining.  She gathered her
bracelets, her sword and some glittery things from Valthor's bedroom.  She
paused to give Valthor a good-bye kick to the groin, and then joined the
others in the Insta-shuttle.

   "Hey elevator!" Kiko yelled as she pounded on a wall.  "Take us to some
escape pods or something that can get us off this damn ship!"

   "BING"

   Instantly the doors opened, and the women saw a corridor filled with
tiny doors.  Exploring, Flora and Kiko were able to determine that each
door opened to a small, one seat vehicle.  They even found one with a
Time-Drive, so simple to use, it only took Kiko seven times to explain it
to Zena.

   "Are sure you don't want to come back with me Muffy?" Zena asked one
last time.  The Warrior Princess wasn't looking forward to seeing
Fabrielle's spiritual ass anytime soon.

   "Let me think about it, NO!" responded Muffy as she hit the 'ON' button
to her pod.  Muffy's craft fired out of the ship with a big explosion. 
Sadly, Muffy didn't know the latitude and longitude for Moon Valley.  Her
ship landed somewhere in the rain forest, where she spent the next year
fighting strange and unusually horny monsters on her way back home.

   "Good-bye suckers!" Flora yelled as she ejected from the doomed ship. 
Flora did know her exact coordinates for her home, being an archeologist
gave her good practice with these kinds of details.  Sadly, she didn't
think about what the consequences were for a crashing spaceship landing on
top of a mansion.  None of her studs were harmed, although Flora would have
to sell everything she got from the spaceship just to cover repairs and
this month's bills.

   "I hope this works," Zena muttered as her ship ejected.  A multicolored
ride later, and Zena found herself back in her right time period.  Since
she didn't know her location either, the ship happily dropped her in the
middle of ancient Russia.  Once there, using her new sword, she founded an
empire within a year.  She became the happy Queen of a vast land with lots
of young men and women to fulfill her decadent needs.  After her death, the
empire quickly crumbled and history has no records of the reign of Zena,
the Wicked Empress.

   Kiko had a more humble result with her escape.  Sure, she didn't know
her longitude from her latitude, but Kiko pushed in numbers anyway.  Kiko
was happy to find herself landing right outside Las Vegas.  Nearly nude,
but still lethal, Kiko decided to take it easy a few days before she called
home for her father to pick her up.

   "After all," Kiko thought as she started hitch hiking, "it's not like
I'm going to run into any supernatural teens, English cutthroats or ancient
lesbian Warriors while I'm here.  I think it would be safe to take a few
days off."

   As it turns out, Kiko was wrong about everything she just said.

   Meanwhile, a large and very badly made spaceship was beginning reentry.
The Drones were melting inside, the intricate bondage devices were turning
into goo.  Corridors were buckling and entire sections were flying apart
into space.  NASA and visiting aliens watched in awe as the spaceship
disintegrated over the Pacific Ocean.  None of them noticed a escape pod
jettison in the spaceship's final moments.

   "This really really sucks!" Valthor grumbled talking like Muffy out of
simple exposure.  While in the safety of his pod, he swore "This is not
over yet!"

   The end.

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