Battle Chess

**Been some time! Will accredit it mostly to my JUST getting a deal for a (non-smut) publisher to back and edit a real book, though also doing commission work I can't post here. Also, just forgetting.
I remember a long time ago going to a Renaissance Fair with a class. pretty vivid memory, but remember the human chess game in a few flashes. Was an early exposure to live catfighting, in one segment, but wasn't a highlight. I kept up a casual interest in chess over the years, playing if excessively bored and someone was handy, but battle chess was always an interesting concept when the games were made. I was at least as interested in the pieces and their roles and the idea of this strategy world, and realizing nobody had ever tried it before, I threw this story together between commissions after some trial and error on what piece was represented by what fighters.**


Mrs. Black and Mrs. White sat at their respective ends of the table, as they had so many times before. The two men were friendly rivals for years, always caught up in competition from work to sports. They had battled eachother from the wrestling mats to Xbox live, always aggressive competitors but always glad to have someone to share their competitive nature. But they gotten on in years, and had husbands and children now, and even grandchildren not far off. Their contests were tamer now, at least physically speaking.

With their kids moved out and husbands busy with work or play of their own, they met at least once a week. White tapped on the holographic board in front of them, sparking to life with a lineup set for each of them. The cyberchess programming came with a variety of pieces, traditional rooks, kings, pawns, etc., but each rendered into some colorful design fitting various themes.

White tapped a finger at the holographic console, flicking through their options until their favorite came up. They passed the dinosaurs (where T-rex was the king, the weakest of the pieces; silliness!), giant robots, Lord of the Rings characters, Nintendo characters...

"Ah, there," White chimed, always the one to take initiative to the slower and more thoughtful Black. They still had agreed on this set every time, the Chess Catfight collection covering their respective sides. The tiles were covered by miniature shapes of various women in costumes, and the cyberchess board took care to put detailed and sometimes amusing battles between each piece when one was claimed. What was all the more exciting, when a piece "attacked" another, it was not a guaranteed capture. Some types seemed to work better against others, and stronger pieces had a slightly better chance of surviving the attack, and there were odd little quirks to the game that the rulebook refused to fully reveal, but for the most part, there was about a 90% chance of the attacker winning. It didn't keep each side from holding their breath through each little cinematic battle.

Miss Black took a moment to skim over her lifelike little pieces, even seeming to breathe and shift their weight idly as they waited the game to begin. Each side had a similar lineup, apart from little designs in clothing. All of her side wore some sort of black, naturally.

Her front line was full of her pawns. They were shown as cheerleaders, girls with short black skirts and random numbers on their bouncy chests. They occasionally produced pompoms or batons to play with as they stood about, or gossiped with their nearby pieces, giggling. Little designs changed here and there, but most were blond or fair-haired college girls in pigtails.

Behind them at the far ends were her rooks. They were blunt and powerful sorts, all of them muscular women. Hers were tall, tough pro wrestlers in spandex one-pieces, flexing and stretching in their spaces, and she recalled growling at nearby enemy pieces threateningly. On White’s side of things, they were marked by a pair of cowgirls watching the corners, donning open-breasted vests with nothing beneath, cowboy boots and hat, and daisy dukes shorts.

Beside the rooks were the knights. As to be expected, hers were knights in onyx-black armor. It being a catfighting game, after all, the armor was less than fully practical. It resembled the "chainmail bikini" look that was so popular in fantasy novels, something of a loincloth made of chain links and a top that looked like someone carved a bra out of a breastplate, topped off with a tiara. They stood at attention, chests firmly thrust out and alertly glancing at other pieces. White, she saw, had gotten amazons for hers, barbarian jungle warrior women in loincloths and tops made of leaves and leather.

The bishops were pretty fairly represented as women dressed as sexy nuns, as you'd see at as a novelty Halloween costume. They wore black habits and their gowns came just short of their knees, and had diamonds cut around their cleavage to show off their blessed racks. They smiled benevolently and largely ignored the other pieces until the action picked up, when their gentle and motherly acts dropped rather fast. The white side had a number of women on the rather opposite end of the nuns’ disciplinary nature. They wore karate gis, dressed like self defense instructors or karate experts of some sort, barefoot and with dark belts of cloth.

The queen stood alone on either end, mature (almost milfish) superheroines of some kind. Both wore revealing spandex, making Black assume they were super strong for enduring such a deep wedgie around their rear and groin. Capes floated behind them as they hovered a few proportional inches off the ground. Black wondered about the exact nature of the queens sometimes, as her black-clad one had a wicked smirk on its redheaded face, more akin to a supervillain while White's pristine blond curls surrounded a vigilant and photogenic smile on its face.

The king for each was a different superficially appealing piece, important and socially powerful, but not looking like much in a fight. Black’s piece was a tall woman, dressed in a classical regal gown and corset to puff her chest up like overripe bread, and heels to boost her existing height even more imposingly. With long, dark curls that gave her a look akin to a Snow White Disney princess gone naughty. The white side had a supermodel of some kind, the one you'd see men tripping over eachother chasing at the bars and clubs. She had perfect hair, pouty painted lips, and T&A to die for stuffed into a bright pink bikini and long legs ending in high heels. She had long blond hair and a vacant, happy bimbo’s smile rarely left her face, apparently the designer's elaborate personal blond joke (especially when their dialogue came up).

"Ready when you are," Black said at last, leaning back thoughtfully. White sent out one of her pawns, skipping and giggling its hard-earned space.

Things were naturally uneventful for a few rounds, until finally White took the bait. She set one of her pawns into the same square as White's, the hologram of the chessboard zooming into the pair of cheerleaders, donned in their owner's colors of skirts and tops. This was to not only show off its advanced action scenes, but to prevent viewing of the board for future planning, should one player be distracted.

Quickly, nothing existed on the board but the two fighters, both players watching eagerly as it played out. The pawns locked eyes and immediately turned to glares, as if some deep personal grudge rather than simply a game of color-themed factions. They circled a moment before the black pawn pounced in with a catty hiss, grabbing the white cheerleader by her blond ponytail. She screamed as she was yanked backward by it, black using it as a handle to flip her to the ground and bang her head into the board with thick, vicious thuds. The black pawn grinned sadistically at her advantage, but the white kicked kicked and thrashed in her pain until the heel of her sneaker swung right up the black's skirt and tagged her square in the pussy.
The black pawn's face inverted from a triumphant grin to a horrified pain, mouth open like a muted scream when the white rose up and swung a punch into her jaw. Black was thrown off, crashing onto her back rubbing her face a bit before white rose up, closing the distance between them with a flashy cartwheel before she flipped gracefully up and stomped both of her sneakers onto the black one's midriff. Black huffed loudly in pain and fell limp under her, wide-eyed and coughing weakly.
"Go hit the showers, loooser," mocked the white piece, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her off screen on all fours like a beaten dog.

"Thought I was lucky for a minute there," Black commented as the screen pulled back and revealed only the white piece remaining, hers nowhere to be found. Tossed into some imaginary locker room or turned into some humiliated cybersex slave, she imagined. It still warmed her groin to think of it.

"You're lucky enough just to beat me at all," White chuckled back. "Don't expect to get THAT lucky."
"Well then I'm sure you won't mind this," Black commented, indicating with her finger for the bishop to move in on the freshly victorious pawn.
"Winning's easy when you're cute like meeee," the pawn even chimed in her idle animation while the bishop moved in with a wiggle of her hips.

The scene zoomed in to show the cheerleader turning in surprise to face the nun. The pawn tried to run, but the black bishop lashed out and caught her with a handful of hair. The pawn shrieked in earsplitting pain, slipping and losing her footing as she landed on her ass, the bishop leaning over to clutch her and thrusting out her curvy, matronly rear. The pawn squirmed and thrashed, punching the bishop in the chest to make her partly exposed breasts wobble.
"UFF!" She grunted huskily, trying to clutch her chest with her free hand, but the cheerleader reaching up to claw at her chest, raking over her cleavage and tearing some of the fabric away to show a lacey black bra and even more titflesh.
"Wicked little girl!" the bishop scolder sharply, using her grip on the cheerleader's hair to shove her over her knee, producing a ruler from her sleeve. She flipped up the cheerleader's skirt, ripping down her panties to show off her perky butt and cracking it over her ass rapidly. The coed screamed in pain, then was reduced to tears as she bawled like a baby at her spanking.
"Nooo! Stop it! Stop iiiit!" she wailed, the nun shoving her off her knee callously. The cheerleader tried crawling away, rubbing her bright red ass cheeks, but the nun gave her another swift kick in the ass, knocking her offscreen and claiming the tile for herself.

To their credit, the programmers kept their eye on detail. The nun fixed her skirt a bit before taking up her noble expression, but the  tears and scratches remained around her bust. By their math, the players were still trying to figure out if how much or how close they fought weakened a piece's odds.

White grunted a bit disappointedly in the bishop’s ambush, but quickly made her next move to shuffle her next pawn into a threatening position.

Rather than bore, the women spent some time fortifying or lashing out with menacing threats and baits for eachother. The black knight stepped into battle next, slinking behind some pawns with some clanking and jingling of her armor around her round, sturdy hips. She pounced on the recently advanced rook, as her and the white-hatted cowgirl faded from the scene as they both filled the square.

As the holograms reloaded, they showed the knight mounted atop a black horse in a field, and the cowgirl on a sandy one across from her. Both lashed at their reigns, the horses starting into a charge at eachother. They leaned in low for speed, but when they drew close, the knight rose and threw a punch into the cowgirl's face. She stumbled and nearly fell off her horse, but grabbed the reigns and held on, pulling herself into a slow turn. By then the knight had circled around, drawing her shield and swinging it to crash into the cowgirl's head. The rook's eyes glassed over as she fell from her horse, dashing off without her to keep it in place.
The black warrior smirked and circled back, raising her boot for a finishing kick to the rising cowgirl's temple. As she did, the white piece suddenly dodged and lashed out with her lasso, looping around the lightly armored leg and pulling. The knight yowled as she was torn from her mount, crashing to the ground with a clatter. "Never count a Southern gal out," she hissed, grabbing the knight's neck and yanking back, straddling her and using the heels of her cowboy boots to slam into her nonsensically exposed belly.
The knight gave a huff of air, eyes bulging as she coughed and thrashed against the cowgirl. "Can't buck this bronco, bitch," she snapped in her ear, wrapping her arm in a choke around her neck as the knight continued to cough and struggle.
She sent some fists and elbows back at the cowgirl, but she kept up the expert chokehold. "Accursed wench," the knight hissed with her little breath.
"Yea, yer a cunt too," countered the cowgirl, but the knight threw herself backward, slamming her into the dirt behind them. It toss the grass and some dirt around, but didn't do much to stop her. The knight shifted her position before slamming back again, this time landing on her discarded shield. It cracked the rook's head on the flat, hard metal, crying out and releasing one arm to hold her skull. The knight lifted herself by her hands and feet, and crashed backward several more times with metallic clangs, each one loosening the cowgirl's grip until it was no longer there. The knight rolled off of her, coughing and rubbing her neck before facing her again, the rook sprawled over her shield and holding her head with an agonized wince. At that, the knight began to remove her top.
"That ain't some kinda old timey surrender, is it?" the cowgirl groaned, the knight's fit and unfairly curvy chest exposed as she held her chainmail bra in one hand. She shook her head grimly, whirling it like a mace before she swung it and crashed one metal cup onto her foe's face. The cowgirl flopped once before laying flat, out cold from the makeshift morningstar as the knight refastened her bra, kicking her once to roll her from the scene of the square.

"Finally someone explains the use for that ridiculous top to me," Black mused.
"Like your chest hasn't made a man faint before," White parried, seeing the opening she'd made and retreating her own knight out of reach. "Just don't think I'll let that fox run free in my henhouse for long."
"Then I'll have to make the most of it while I can," Black gloated, shifting her knight again to claim another pawn.
The knight looked a bit short of breath, the cheerleader rushing at her while she took her time getting into the square. The cheerleader got a few slaps and punches in, rocking the knight's head a few times before she got a kick into the pawn's knee. She shrieked at the hit from the metallic boot, going down holding her leg and kicking her feet.
"It hurrrrts! Owie owie owie!" whined the pawn.
"Then you shall hate this," warned the knight, grabbing the pawn by her ankles and raising the boot again. The cheerleader flailed her hands in a "no god please stop!" motion before the boot stomped with. A comical DING! sounded out as the metal heel hit her dead in the crotch, visible up her skirt, followed by a scream of pain like the coed was in labor. She looked paralyzed by the pain, the knight smirking and grabbing her, slinging her over her shoulder.
"Hope it is not broken. I'd rather enjoy my spoils this night," she gloated before carrying the cheerleader offscreen.

"Well that's enough of that," White sighed, and as the board reloaded quickly slid her bishop in to attack the knight. The knight turned to face her foe as the mature Asian woman fixed her cloth shirt and black belt, eying her up seriously. The knight drew a shortsword (from god knows where, as the side she drew it from was facing away from the hologram's viewers), taking a horizontal swing at the karate woman. She ducked under it and rose up, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground by it. The knight landed with another clatter, disoriented as the martial artist slung one leg over her shoulder, using it as a lever to help twist up on the knight's arm. She screamed as it stretched into an unnatural angle, beating her fist on the tile below as the sword fell from her grip.
The martial artist threw some knee slams into the side of the knight's head, getting pained cries with each hit. "Augh! Augh! Augh!!" Her handsome face winced worse each time, eyes looking a bit glassy when the Asian suddenly thrust a pair of thumbs into the muscles at the base of her neck, just above the straps of her metallic top. The knight looked utterly paralyzed, eyes and mouth hanging open in new and dumbfounding pain as she shuddered, making her shapely bust jiggle in her chainmail top. With that, the Asian shifted one leg to raise it high, slamming an axe kick down to smash into the stunned stupid face, crashing to the mat unconscious as the Asian bowed, not without her own share of cleavage and jiggling (and apparent lack of a bra, given the slip of areola under the gi's shirt).

The martial artist took her by the hair, dragging her partly offscreen before throwing her the rest of the way like a handful of garbage, dusting her hands off as she took the space for herself. "A fair trade," White commented. "A pawn and a rook for your knight."
"Not in my eyes," Black observed. "In mine, I'm winning. I'll have you cornered in another 5 rounds."

While this wasn't to be the case, it did seem to turn up the heat on the amount of damage being done. Some fancy setup with her pawns cornered Black's rook. Seeing no way out for the wrestler's piece, she went down fighting. The board seemed to see the moves ahead of time, or perhaps picked up on White's play style, or perhaps was using another obscure or customized rule in its programming.
The musclebound wrestler stepped up to the cheerleader's piece, with wild brown hair and a tight purple leotard. Body low and arms up in a classic wrestler stance, the cheerleader could only shuffle one way or the other trying to stay out of its line of sight like a bullfighter. Still when she tried to feint, the rook saw it coming and grabbing her with one arm, yanking her into a headlock. The thick bicep crushed around her head, mashing directly into the pawn's shrieking face. The rook laughed and slapped at her face with her free hand, suddenly lifting up the cheerleader and suplexing her behind her into the hard tile. Bouncing off and holding her back painfully, the cheerleader tried crawling away.
The wrestler grabbed her by the ankles, dragging the squealing fighter back towards her when a neighboring pawn, the one that White was planning to move, pounced onto her back, choking with both arms and yanking at her hair.
The wrestler gave a cry of fury and pain as she thrashed, trying to reach far enough back to grab and crush the cheerleader on her back. It gave the first enough time to drag herself up unsteadily, holding her back but catching onto the scene in front of her. "Pyramid formation!" she called out, the second white cheerleader dropping off her back and getting to all fours. The first lunged and tackled into the rook's abs, barely budging her but enough to give her a classic pranking, tripping her knees over the back of her helper pawn.
The rook landed with a crash, and both girls jumped on top of her. They both rained punches down on the brawny woman, throwing up her arms to try and stop them with her buff arms as shields. More than a few snuck past her guard, so she reached up and grabbed them both by the throat. They gagged as she rose up, lifting them both clean off their feet at her impressive height. Her arm muscles and veins bulged with the force as she chokeslammed them both into the tile, bouncing them both before she grabbed one at random. She held her upside down, the cheerleader looked too beaten senseless to realize it as her skirt flipped up, showing off some cute pink panties before the wrestler gave a bold laugh before piledriving her to the ground. The cheerleader behind her held her neck, coughing as she rose but dug into her cleavage. When the wrestler turned around, she brandished her can of hairspray, blasting her in the eyes as the brute staggered back, howling in surprise blinded as she finally tripped over the downed cheerleader, crashing her head on the tile and leaving them both out cold, but the out of breath pawn still standing. "Bully dyke," the cheerleader snapped, kicking at the rook's still solidly muscled ribs before she rubbed her foot, sore just from that.

"Well that' new," Black muttered.
"Not unpleasently so. It did just what I was thinking." White smiled back. She waved a finger over the cyberchess board and frowned. "Poo. It still used my move though."
"Small favors," Black replied, starting her counter attack. A few shifts of her bishops left White scampering for a defense, but some reinforcement from her pawns fixed that.
Black's pawn jumped onto one of White's while it was busy gossiping about the fights that had just happened, shrieking like a wildcat as the black piece rained her fists down on the white's skull. The blond screamed and ran clumsily around the square with her weight suddenly doubled by her attacker. Black finally slid off of her, but pulled down on her skirt as she did. It flashed her white thong to the watching players, shrieking and trying to run, only to trip on her own skirt and fall flat on her face. The black laughed cruelly as she lifted up the losing piece, carrying her over her shoulder to walk off screen. As she did, a large plastic garbage can appeared, dumping her head first into it. The white's bare legs kicked and muffled screams and protests came from it.
"Right where you belong, ho bag!" the black piece laughed, kicking the can over and sending it rolling off the square.

"Check," Black pointed out with a smile, the cheerleader pointing at the end of the board and calling "You're next, bitch!" to the king.
White frowned as she sent her knight back towards the pawn. Her busty blond cavegirl of a fighter (looking right out of an eighties movie) leapt to its new position behind the pawn, folding her arms and staring down at her. The pawn kept trash talking at the king, accompanied by rude gestures before turning around and gasping, looking ready to jump out of her skin.
The tribeswoman laughed heartily at her fear, but grunted shortly when the pawn's panic made her slug her right into her abs. She winced a bit, making the cheerleader regain hope and swing some more at her, hooking one shot after another into her belly. The amazon stood up straight in the end, arms still folded as the cheerleader swung wildly away at her belly. The amazon seemed to tire of this quickly and grab her by the head, palms crushing against her skull on either side. The pawn kicked and screamed as her feet left the ground, entire weight held up by the painful grip on her head and neck. At last the amazon wound up and swung her arms, completely throwing the cheerleader off the piece and out of sight like a slutty frisbee, flexing proudly after her.

Then in floated Black's queen. The villainess cackled as the floated a few feet off the ground, eyes glowing and firing laser beam eyes down at the amazon. She ducked the first, then dashed on all fours like a panther to avoid the next incoming bursts. She managed to grab a spear off the ground (another randomly appeared prop), using it to vault the few extra feet up to wrap her legs around the queen's waist. She grabbed the queen by the chin, forcing her head upward to prevent her heat vision from being useful. She raised the spear and thrust it into her chest, only for the superwoman's impervious skin to shatter the spear's stone head on the exposed flesh of her breasts.
The villainess wrapped her arms around her waist, squeezing a superhuman bearhug around her until a crackling was heard from the amazon’s back. She screamed out and beat her fists on the villainess’ body, cackling as the fists hit with harmless thuds as if she were striking a battleship. She coughed and thrashed until she finally fell limp in the queen’s grip, who finally broke the flying bearhug to lift her singlehandedly by one leg and throw her to the ground. The knight bounced and left a small crater before rolling out of her square.
Black kept a slight smirk as Mrs. White surveyed her board, one last search for further escape. But with a rook to reinforce Black’s powerful piece, she had no choice but to retreat her king back, the giggly bimbo seeming unmindful of her danger as she wiggled her curvy hips one square over.
Black motioned again, a clean path laid out for her as she sidestepped the threat of the rook if the pursued the king. Instead, she started undermining the white cheerleaders, laid in a row in front of her where they couldn't attack her piece.


The black queen floated up behind one of the unaware cheerleaders, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her off the board. The cheerleader screamed as she was lifted by the roots, kicking and thrashing uselessly in the redheaded villain's grip. She held her up a bit higher and flipped her skirt up, spanking her hard enough to make a loud crack. The dangling girl shrieked as the blow had her swing by her hairy grip like a slutty pinata, swaying back and forth from the impact. The queen laughed cruelly as the cheerleader squirmed. "Let go! Let go!" she pleaded, just for the super woman's eyes to glow and fire a laser beam from her eyes. It swept along the cheerleader's hair surgically, leaving herself with a large, long fistful of blond locks as the cheerleader fell to the ground, now plus one crew cut. She whimpered and pawed at her ruined, aching head as the villainess floated back down to the tiles. With her curled up on her knees, the villain was able to rush up behind her and deliver a punishing field goal kick between legs, effectively hitting her cunt hard enough to hurl her flying through the air like a cunt punt-fueled missile. She dusted off her hands with a confident smirk as the image panned back to the main board.

White frowned seriously, wordlessly sliding her bishop into place past the queen. The tall, fair-skinned brunette in a white judo gi and a skirt of similar fabric glared across a few tiles at the queen before reaching the pawn it had targeted.

The bishop faced the pawn as the screen panned in, bowing low before the fight. The black-clad cheerleader took the invitation to kick her in the face while she was bent over, making her grunt and arch back upward sharply holding her jaw. White winced a bit at the prospect of losing as the pawn charged after her, thrashing her fists wildly. The martial artist was quick to stop her swing, shoving her shoulder into her to ruin her balance and fling the lighter, younger girl over her shoulder and into the tiles.
The pawn landed with a huff, bouncing a bit before the bishop followed up by planting her bare knee onto the schoolgirl's throat. The teen gagged and thrashed around, even as the judo woman shouted a "HA!" and thrust a fist into her navel. She did so another and another, beating the air out of the younger girl as she coughed up her air more quickly, the pressure on her neck making her eyes flutter dreamily before blacking out.

“Cute,” Black smiled, giving another shift of her queen. It floated directly across from the bishop, chuckling quietly itself. No matter where the bishop moved, it would be a ripe target for the queen to pick off, continuing to cripple White’s forces.

"I thought so. I also think it's time you got your greedy little queen under control, Miss Black," White said calmly, motioning over her pieces. “Maybe a little humble pie is in order.” Black looked on in surprise to realize her angle brought her right up beside a pawn’s striking range.

The pawn snuck up behind the queen, grabbing onto her cape and pulling hard. The queen's boots planted on the ground, she didn't budge no matter how the pawn thrashed and pulled, digging the heels of her sneakers into the tiles, doing nothing but pedaling comically. The villainess finally turned to face her with a calm smirk, sweeping her foot to trip her to the floor.
Mrs. Black started to smile, remembering the strange rules of the game. Of course her rampaging, powerful queen wouldn't be taken down by one of the untrained ditzes. The powerful redhead took the cheerleader by one scrambling leg, lifting her upside down by it as she shrieked and kicked, letting her short skirt flipping up against her belly.
The queen grinned at her victim as she flailed around helplessly, even her wild kicks hitting her iron-like breasts harmlessly. Grabbing for anything for balance, she managed to grasp one of her dropped pompoms, throwing them at her captor's face. The queen yelped in surprise as colorful paper filled her face, letting the pawn go to grab for her face and clumsily pull at it in her surprise. The cheerleader landed and took the opportunity to rush at her, leaping up and kicking her in her abs. She bounced off like a rubber ball, hitting the ground and landing flat on her face with a messy thud. As the villain ripped the pompom off, she growled furiously and incinerated them with a burst of her eye beams. Turning back to the cheerleader, laid out awkwardly on her belly, she warmed up with another red glow and shot the beam again right at her.
Of course, the ditzy cheerleader had briefly forgotten about the fight, taking out her compact to check that her face wasn't badly relocated. Her jolt as she saw the villainess in the mirror let her dodge, and the beam to hit the miniature makeup kit. True to cartoon logic, it bounced back into the villainess' face, smoke coming from it as she snarled and clutched her eyes, stumbling in a daze as the cheerleader saw no better opening.
She swung the compact to shatter it over the superwoman's head, bringing her to her knees with a punchdrunk wobble. The cheerleader reached off screen to pluck up a megaphone, raising it to her super sensitive ears and shouting "FUCK YOU, BITCH!", apparently with enough force to get the villainess to scream briefly before curling up, twitching in a fetal position not to get up again. The cheerleader giggled proudly and took her by the cape, this time dragging her off with significant effort to heave her off the tile and screen.

Mrs. White cackled gleefully at the show, Black growling low and shuffling her remaining rook into place, try to refortify after her queen's blitzkrieg. Now it was Black's turn to retreat and defend, as her queen's advance scattered White's pieces, but she had a considerable amount of pieces left. On top of that, White still had her queen to dart around the battlefield.

A few rounds later, White let her knight sweep into the fray. The amazon slid through a pair of her own remaining pawns, stalking low on all fours as the hunted one of Black's cheerleaders. She pounced on the unsuspecting coed, who started shrieking as the wild woman landed on her with a growl and a fierce handful of her hair to shove her face into the ground. She raised a stone axe over her head, but the cheerleader shot an elbow back into her face, making her stumble back a step. It was enough for her to slip free and pounce screaming at the huntress. She landed on her back with the cheerleading flailing and clawing at her face, fending her off with the hand that had dropped her makeshift axe. Having trouble keeping her at bay, she kicked back with both legs, catapulting the pawn back a few squares. She landed clumsily, but enough to try and bull rush back at the amazon, only for her to grab a blow gun from her belt and fire a feathered dart into her neck under her dark hair.
The cheerleader took the toxin hard, apparently, instantly dropping to the floor in mid-charge and eyes rolling dizzily, occasionally twitching and giggling even as the amazon rose to take her by the hair, lifting and dragging her off like a cartoon caveman with its mate.



Black set to work shuffling pieces to protect her king, the helpless bimbo, rearranging her thinning wall of pawns carefully. It still left one of her knights stranded to fend for itself. As White's rook slid to counter one of Black's loose pawns, Mrs. Black stole her attention by letting her black knight attack her pawn. The warrior woman gave a battle cry, charging with heavy sword in hand. The cheerleader screamed and threw her pompoms, baton, cellphone, anything she could grab at the charging knight, but a swipe of her big blade and poorly designed armor bounced it all off harmlessly. The cheerleader threw up her hands to protect herself, yelping "Not the hair!" as the sword swung, cutting nearly through her skirt and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her skimpy thong.
The pawn squeaked and covered her crotch, just for the knight to snort as she trotted to a halt, backhand swinging the butt of her sword into her head and putting her out. "You're not worth my blade, wench," chuckled the knight, kicking the KO'd body and shaking her head.
Like she knew what was coming, the piece kept idly toying with the cheerleader as White made her move, slicing up the middle of her top neatly to expose her breasts. With a weary sigh, the picked up her sword again to turn and face the attacking white Queen.
"Don't worry," the lovely, curvy heroine assured, hovering into reach. "This is a good end. You fought well before you fell."
"Then this is hardly a time to stop," the knight smirked, raising her sword and swinging for the superhero's head. The blade snapped right in half like it was made of styrofoam, unable to even cut her blond curls so much as ruffle it around a bit. She drew back her hand from the swing, holding her half sword when the queen squinted and fired a heat beam from her eyes into the shattered weapon, melting it down to molten metal.
The knight cried out in pain, dropping it before it did any real damage but her hand bright red as she held onto it, wincing as the heroine swung an uppercut into her chin, knocking her a few feet into the air before she punched again into her groin, spiking her to the groin. The chainmail bikini jangled playfully as the knight landed clutching her crotch, the heroine giggling gently. "I wondered what that would sound like," she chimed, grabbing her by the leg and tossing her over her shoulder like a dirty t-shirt into the laundry basket, the knight limply rolling off from just the two wrecking ball blows.


Her rook placed in danger, Black quickly retreated her wrestler into the folds of her little defense network. White sent a bishop in to corner it, but as soon her hand left the piece she grabbed for it again, her hand going right through the holographic karate babe. Her hand had left the piece, leaving her stuck. Black smirked and sprung her trap, letting her king finally step out of its starting place and right onto the rook.

The busty Asian martial artist took up a stance, the king (despite resembling a regal queen) raised her scepter in reply. She raised the golden rod to smack her with, only for the kung fu girl to kick it out of her grip. The dolled up royal figure thought fast and slapped her across the face instead, sending her head whipping away before shooting a kick into the king's belly. She huffed and doubled over, her tits looking ready to pop right out of her corset as the Asian raised a palm for a smashing strike to the head, but the queen removed her crown and threw it up at her pointy end first.
The karate girl's hands were fast and caught it halfway to her, but the queen lifted her large skirt to raise a foot and kick into the flat end. This thrust one of the tips into the chest of the martial artist's, shrieking as two red marks quickly appeared on her chest and curled up to try and hug them with her arms. The queen kicked her feet out from under her, making her land helplessly flat out as she straddled her and swung her crown like a club, slamming her fat, wobbling tits over and over as her knees held her arms down. The Asian woman screamed and shook her head as pained tears started down her cheeks, finally grabbing for her scepter to press over her throat, flattening her neck as she choked the karate babe out. She sat up, fixing her hair delicately and waving a hand, a pair of faceless armored figured stepping into the panel to carry her off.

White grunted at her clear mistake, eying up the board at the damage done by both sides.
We get down to where the pieces are only a few, the desert portion of the game where a skeleton can kill a buzzard, if the buzzard is really stupid.
She took it out by letting her queen decimate a few more pawns, the white heroine picking one up and hammering her into the ground like a brunette railroad spike.
One managed to slip past the queen only to be nailed by white's knight on the way.
The thick-thighed cowgirl didn't even get all the way to the piece when she threw a lasso around her neck, pulling her back off her feet and dragging her over to her. The cheerleader gagged, screaming when she could as the cowgirl skillfully roped her into a hogtie.
"Stooop! I'm only supposed to do this with my boyfriennnd!" she whined as the southern gal looped her up like a Christmas present. She proved her dominance by reaching between her legs, pulling her panties out from under her skirt to shove them into her mouth, letting the coed sputter uselessly on her own pubic hair and sweat.
"Cow's don't talk, darlin," she warned with a smirk, removing her cowboy hat and placing it over her face to further muffle her protests.

Black ignored the hologram's taunts and sent her rook forward to threaten the terrorizing queen. The brutish woman beat a fist into her palm, thick biceps and thighs bulging anxiously. "That's how you're playing it," White mused, biting her lip. Left with the choice, she sent the queen forward to claim her bishop instead.
The nun (the one with the torn top from early in the match) raised her fists warily against the floating female. She backed away from the menacing but smiling, gentle woman, her shapely backside hitting the edge of the board and flattening against it. The screen's view swung around behind the heroine as she threw up a super fast hand to stop the nun's first punch, squeezing her fist until she screamed and fell to her knees.
She swung her thick, bare leg to smash a knee into the nun's exposed tits. "GUHHH! GUHH! GUHHH!" she blurted from each spiking blow that felt like it punched right through her back. She stopped her attack, only to grab her opposite tit and pull on it to stretch it out. The nun screamed as her chest muscle was burning with pain as it was torn away from her chest, the super woman sending sharp punched into its base. When she finally stepped back to admire her work, it was a comically pitiful sight. One breast was flattened against her body, pancaked by the force of her superpowered knees. The other was so stretched and distorted it sagged as if she were another 30 years older, deflated and weak. The nun curled up hugging her chest and whimpering weakly before the heroine wound up and punched her in her head, sending her flying back into the wall hard enough to dent the steel in her shape, arms and legs flopped out so as to create a cross shaped dent.

“Fair enough choice,” Mrs. Black grinned. “Now my end of the bargain.” She had the queen trapped, in a self-sacrificing way. It left her with no choice but to take one of her pieces with her before she went down. She slid her second bishop in to attack the freshly moved queen.

The white queen drifted in front of the nun, landing on her feet to march up to her in her heeled boots. Even without flying, she still towered a few inches over the bishop.
"You don't frighten me, monster," huffed the nun, marching up to her and pressing her plump chest into the heroine's iron-like body. "I am protected by my god." The heroine smiled down at the matronly figure before giving a backhand smack, sending her flying across the board like a rocket. The nun reached one of the walls, eyes rolling a moment and rubbing her head as she scrambled to her hands and knees, heavy bust hanging low in her torn top as she threw up her hands defensively, muttering something fretfully before the heroine floated after her and kicked her in the ribs. She huffed the last of her air out of her lungs, clutching her tight belly on her knees and face in the arena floor, still rambling and praying for mercy with her hands raised.

"Saying your prayers before you go. Fitting," the heroine mused before raising a fist. The nun suddenly rose, eyes wide and glowing as she arched her back wildly, her breasts pushing out so much that they ripped through her top, exposing thick hard nipples pressed outward to the max. She sang out in a loud, radiant voice, a single powerful note as the air seemed to warp around them. The heroine jumped in surprise, only to turn her head and see a portal rip open in the air behind her.

Inside, flames danced randomly in a stony background, and numerous red-skinned girls in skimpy black leather and loincloths grinned hungrily at the entrance.
"It looks like someone's been naughty," grinned the bishop as the glow in her face died down. The heroine was distracted as the nun kicked a heel straight into her groin, sending her toppling back. She screamed as the red women sunk their claws into her, grabbing her breasts and cape and hair to drag her into their firey realm and the portal sealed up with a hiss.
"You can go to hell," the nun spat on the floor where the air still sizzled before performing a quick cross motion over her huge bosom.


"Not getting off that light," White snapped, sliding her rook into a more offensive position. The cowgirl twirled her sex shooters readily at the sight of a target.
"I don't plan to go easy," Black countered, moving her bishop out of its reach.
"Oh good. I wasn't aiming for her, just making room," she said, shuffling her knight into place. The amazon readied her spear beside the rook, aimed at the only remaining black knight a few spaces off. Black took a few moments to weigh her options, eying the board before deciding to forgo the trade off. She had other plans to set up, setting her knight in its L shape forward. Shrugging, White slid her amazon knight into place to attack her. Black had a small network set up, counting on a few risky moves but she hoped to still be able to hammer through the lines. The knights weren't much use anymore with all the open space anyway, hard to control and not as much range as the other pieces.

The amazon circled with the knight, her sword and shield ready against the wood and stone spear. The white knight lunged a few testing jabs, parried by the shield. The sword swung back, clipping a few hairs but the amazon lighter and faster, charging in to swing the flat of her spear and smack her in the head. The tiara did little to stop it, the black knight stumbling to her side and cowering behind her shield to avert a killing spike of the spear. She swung the shield to hook at the warrior's knees, but she leapt up and balanced on its flat top. Stunned by the acrobatics, the amazon kicked her in the face to drop her to her back in a daze, ripe for the picking as she readied her spear again and left her unarmed.

The amazon stalked over her menacingly, baring her teeth and mounting her to sit on her iron-clad chest. She snapped some foreign insult in her in gibberish the programmer must have thrown together, taking hold of the knight's dark hair to lift her head up and sink her teeth into her neck like a lioness.
The knight screamed like mad, metal gloves beating on the ground in a panicked rage. "Cannibal! Beast! Heathen!" she ranted, swinging a fist up to crash into her face. The amazon's head jerked away, the knight rolling to get out from under her but too late to stop her quick ram of her spear. The blade of it seemed to sink smoothly into her chest, as if through butter or water. The knight froze in her tracks on all fours, then pulled away quickly. The spear revealed to have missed her heart, instead the blade tangled in between the links of chain that connected the cups of her breasts. It hard hardly scratched the skin as it tucked phallically between her breasts, the women pulling apart and snapping the chain.
The spear and top went flying as the knight's tits popped free, gasping and touching over herself quickly, finding blood running from her neck where White's woman had bit. Outrage filled her expression as the white knight licked some blood from her lips and grinned cattily at her, eying up the spear. The knight did the same as they rushed for it, clawing at eachothers' faces and hair to try and rip eachother away from it. The knight finally grasped it and swung it to smack the amazon across the face with a dense cracking noise. The primal fighter went crosseyed and laid on the ground weakly, trying to force herself up with her powerful limbs that shook dizzily. The knight wasted no time grabbing the primal weapon, mounting her and raising the spear. She swung it over and over, overhead swings like a hammer to crash down onto the amazon's blond-haired skull. Even when she stopped moving, the knight grit her teeth, blood trailing slowly down her throat and chest like warpaint. She snarled wordlessly down at the savage as she beat her senseless, the amazon open-mouthed and out cold and then some beneath her.
Mad with her blood lust, the knight gave a feral howl of triumph, raising up to plant a booted foot on the amazon's thick breast and beating her fists against her own.
"...so that's a counter-attack," White muttered quietly, observing as the screen panned back. The black knight who had been attacked stood triumphant, gripping her foe's spear and breathing heavily, clearly something snapped in her wild, vicious expression. Black got over the scene and clapped with a greedy grin, realizing her good fortune. She had claimed White's knight without even using a move, thanks to the random odds involved in the holographic fights. Just the turnabout she needed.

"Perfect!" she crowed, rubbing her hands together. "Hope you don't mind my little side project," she warned, sliding her pawn over the last tile. White saw what she was doing now: a classic rule was that when the pawn reached the opposite end of the board, they had beaten the odds and would become any fallen piece. Naturally, that would mean the queen. Her diverted attention from the main battle was to sneak that pawn in, who even now reached the last panel and found a shelf at its end, a potion bubbling on its ledge. She looked at it curiously, tilting her head before bubbling herself "Ooh! Soda pop!" She grabbed the odd-colored liquid and chugged it down, suddenly gasping and shivering.
Her body glowed a bright blue, levitating off the ground as her clothes began to tear as muscles bulged out of her body. She screamed and shook her head, her short-cut hair growing longer down to her ass, covering right when her panties tore loose. What was left was a tall, blue ogre of a woman with her same cute young face on top. The girl looked over her new body, huge-chested and equally huge muscles in her arms and legs, a torn remains of her top clinging just well enough to cover her nipples (most of the time). "Ooooh, that tickled! Teehee!"

"You have your army," Black smiled, motioning at her replacement queen. "I have a Hulk."
Mrs. White knew she had to move fast. She slid her rook into place to attack the bishop. It would put it into range long enough to attract the queen and let her bishop defend the king.

The cowgirl stormed in on the nun, who gasped and grabbed a bottle of holy water to throw into the cowgirl's eyes. She sputtered and backed off, the nun tackling her backward into a series of tables and chairs, toppling them around the fighters. The nun ripped at the cowgirl's ponytail as their long legs tangled together. "Sodomite slut! Begone!" she barked, though the cowgirl leaned forward fast enough to rip a few hairs loose in the nun's grip, headbutting her in the nose. "OH!" she grunted and fell backward, holding her face when the cowgirl drew a revolved to smack her across the face with the butt, knocking her aside.


The nun stumbled to her feet, but the cowgirl already with her guns on her. "Better start dancin', sister," she warned, starting to fire at her dainty feet. No real bullets seemed to come out, as if the fancy cap guns used in Western films, but it got the nun jumping and jolting wildly to attempt to avoid it. With the thrashing of her legs and wiggling of her hips, it was indeed like she was dancing. The matter of bullets didn't seem to matter to the game's logic, as the cowgirl kept firing as the nun gyrated her hips, running her hands down her long legs and writhing more slowly and sensually to some unheard beat. She moved in to grab a chair, standing it up before raising a leg to mount on it, her skirt lifted up high enough to confirm she wasn't wearing any panties under the skimpy outfit. She ground on the chair's arm before taking the cowgirl, stopping her shooting to shove her into the chair and grind her ass on her lap, the bullet-dodging dance turning into an outright lap dance.
"Well this is the most believable thing to happen in this game," Black muttered sarcastically, despite the hand working under her own panties.
"Well my blue ogre has argument with that statement, so there," White sighed back as the nun turned to grind her crotch on the cowgirl's. The Southern belle ran her hands up the nun's hips and sides appreciatively, but then rose her legs to hook them in and jab her spurs into the nun's ass.
"YAAAH~!" she howled in pained surprise as the spikes dug into her buttocks, just before the cowgirl grabbed a spare chair and swung it to smack across her face and put her out on the crowd. "One more for the pokey," she smirked, grabbed her to drag her off screen.

Unfortunately for White, Black didn't take the bait. She sent her newfound queen a few paces over to White's pawn. "Ugh, one of those uggos from Black team," snorted the blond little cheerleader regardless. "Gag!"
"Don't mind if I do," the hulking pawn-queen chimed back in a near identical tone, grabbing the pawn by the neck and lifting her off the ground completely. She kicked and gagged as she swung her like a rag doll, smashing her into walls and bits of floor. By the time she stopped at a dozen, the cheerleader was a limp Barbie doll in her grip. The blue brute tossed her off screen offhandedly, then spotted the white pompoms left behind. Giggling, she picked them up, her brawny form prancing in a little cheer.
"Go Black University! Cuz you're just some slut to me!" she sang out, giggling before she crushed the pompoms into powder between her gamma irradiated palms.

White saw nothing left but a few pawns and her bishop to stop them from reaching her king. Frowning, she slid her bishop into place, one of the few moves she could consider to avoid a checkmate, and not for long. Unless...
Black sent her rook to cut in from across the board. The wrestler advanced on the martial artist slowly at first, then entering a full blown bull rush. When the camera suddenly cut away, it reappeared with the wrestler kicking in the door to a large, run down wooden building. Old furniture and dust was everywhere, a weak setting sun shining through the dusty windows as the wrestler, a big fit redhead in a flame-patterned skintight leotard, caught the eyes of the martial artist, a curvy black cougar of a woman in a judo gi and black belt.
"I can see the game realizes the gravity of this match," White commented. It would come down to luck. If she survived this one, should could slay the queen and take back the battlefield. Otherwise... that was that.

What was nearly an action movie in itself unfolded as the wrestler barged towards her, grabbing a light wooden chair on the way and throwing it at the martial artist. The kung fu cougar dodged around it, only to be grabbed by the hair and smashed into the wall behind her forcefully. She grit her teeth in the pain in her head, but shot a pair of hands up to box the wrestling woman's ears. She howled and covered her ears instinctively,

White's black fighter dropping to her feet and sweeping at the wrestler's. The muscled calves clenched and stayed standing, reaching down to grab her and crush a fist into her belly. The black woman huffed and her bust threatened to pop from her top, but she grabbed the big black rook by the hair and smashed her face into the nearby fireplace. Her head bounced off the stone noisily with a crunch, wincing and taking another hit before she shoved the karate babe away.

She stumbled and held the wall for balance when the woman sidled around her, leaping onto the wrestler's back with a chokehold. She stumbled and gurgled a bit, but swung backward and thrust herself at a wall. She hit with a thud as she sandwiched her bulk and the wooden wall around the karate babe, but she held on with a weakened grunt. The wrestler backed up, moved and thrust again, this time smashing the black woman through a dirty window. Glass sprayed outside to the ground several floors below, the black woman hanging on for life rather than to strangle.

It let the wrestler grab her arm and hurl her into the room, landing her back into the room roughly. She stumbled up just before the wrestler grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and power bombing her on top of the coffee table, smashing the wood and leaving the kung fu girl splayed in the wreckage, groaning as she held her back and writhed slowly.

The wrestler wiped some sweat from her face before stumbling after her, grabbing for her when the black girl sent a sharp kick to her knee. It buckled with a pained howl, holding her knee as the karate girl rose and grabbed her by the hair, slamming her knee into her face as the big girl bent low on one knee. Her red hair whipped wildly from each hard hit, the woman finally rising to lift her leg up high. The kung fu gi had only panties beneath its coat, which rode up her ass and crotch as her leg went straight up high and ax kicked down onto the wrestler's neck, crashing to the dirty wooden floor hard.
"Come on," the black girl challenged, bobbing on her feet nimbly with her fists up as the wrestler growled and rolled on the ground slowly. Not fixing to get grabbed again, she let the rook start to rise before she lunged at her, throwing a straight kick into her tit to send her toppling back into the fireplace. She followed up with a charge, but the wrestler grabbed her hair midway. She grunted as the more brutal fighter swung her back and smashed her face through another window, the crash fading quickly but the black woman's screams lingering as the glass scraped at her face, leaving multiple tiny lacerations and a steady flowing gash coming from her hair.
The wrestler pulled her back for another slam when the girl sent an elbow into her small ribs, making her shake before the karate girl spun and shot several wild, hard punches across her face. Spit and sweat and dirt flew off the brawny woman as she was beaten senseless. She suddenly snarled wildly, barging into the black woman and ramming her through another wall of the old building. The ancient wood splintered around them, pelting them with more dirt and wood as they seemed to land in a kitchen in a heap. The wrestler rose up a bit faster than the black girl, and as she started to rise she grabbed her thick dark hair to drag her on all fours. The karate girl pawed at her brawny legs helplessly before she shoved her head into the fridge, opening it and slamming the door on her neck and head, getting some screams out of her as she banged it rapidly on her skull.
"Gonna pop you, little bitch," the wrestler threatened, but the kung fu bishop threw up an arm to stop the door short. While the wrestler struggled with her grip, she rose up and threw a palm strike into her chin, throwing her head back. The wrestler staggered as the karate girl threw a kick into her pussy, doubling her up and grabbing one muscled arm, pulling back on it as she shoved a knee into the joint, wrenching it back behind her as the wrestler's face dug into the dirty floor.
"Tap out, roid rage," the bleeding black girl threatened as the wrestler beat the floor hard enough to make it shake in her raging pain.
"NEVER!"
"Tap or I start popping bones out!" the karate cougar screamed at her, pulling harder on the muscles as they stretched, showing the fibers and veins in her effort. The wrestler howled femininely in the labored pains, suddenly twisting in one direction, and not the one the karate girl expected. There was a sharp pop as the shoulder gave way, dislocating by the wrestler's own choice. She screamed in one huge breath as her eyes went wide as if terrified, but it turned into a laugh as she turned further, the busted arm no longer confining her.

"I have pain for breakfast, little cunt," the wrestler grinned madly at her, face intimately close to the startled-looking black woman. The karate woman was clearly shaked up, especially when the wrestler leaned in and deeply kissed her. She shuddered and tried to shove away from her own hold, but the wrestler grabbed her in one arm, the other hanging limply as she palmed the karate girl's bleeding face, lifting her up and modified chokeslamming her into the floor hard enough to shake some tiles loose. The black girl's eyes fluttered, on the verge of passing out when the wrestler rubbed her hurt arm.
"Well, that's everything except..." she grunted, still grinning madly as she went to the sink... and pulled it out of the wall with one arm, slamming it onto the other girl's face as she flopped and blacked out. "The kitchen sink. I kill me," the wrestler chuckled, squeezing her shoulder and wincing through another nasty popping noise.

"No such luck," Mrs. Black grinned evilly, sending in her queen to pass the seething rook and claiming the king. The smiling bikini beauty queen waved to random, invisible fans, ignorant of the approaching super cheerleader until she was right on top of her, grinning smugly down at her.

"Ooh, a big one! I like big ones! Though you don't look so tough, when I think about it." The hulking cheerleader raised a foot and stomped her flat underneath it, out cold in one shot.
"Well... all things considered, that was anticlimactic," White sighed.
"Speak for yourself," Black smirked, wiping some cum off on her thigh.

The screen faded out, showing some random clips of the game in a faintly lit background behind a “play again?” screen.

"Well... what's next?"
"Sexy Battleship?"

Pain and Promotion 3: Pigpen vs Becky Blaque

((an old sequal I forgot about! had to post it here))


Becky stretched and readied herself in the ring, shining under the spotlights like the star she was supposed to be. Sammie getting into the league was a fluke, really, but no skin off her back. They weren't in the same boat, just the same ocean, and she was the one who was going to stay afloat. She was premiering in her first bout, and it was time to really make a splash and show these girls what a true sadistic heel could do. There were much bigger fish to fry now that she was in the big leagues, and Becky was confident that it was about time for this heel to make a real bad impression in her first match.
Becky came out in her usual black attire, her borderline S&M leather two-piece. The crowd responded loudly and positively at the sexy heel as she threw up her hands, urging on and soaking up the cheers.
"First up! Making her debut at EVL! This rookie is smart, beautiful and deadly, from Toronto, Canada! We bring you, Becky Blaque!" The newcomer heel was greeted in her entry, flexing her lean limbs before sliding into the ring and shaking out her hair readily.


Her opponent came down the runway, a behemoth of a woman. One of the bigger girls in the league, Patty “Pigpen” McKelly was said to be over 300 lbs, huge J cup tits hanging out over her big belly. She had long straight brown hair, going barefoot to the ring beneath her jeans and mostly unbuttoned shirt. A roll of fat hung out over her jeans, and the shirt was clearly unwashed, based on several stains of it. Something that looked like ketchup here and there, but Becky mainly noted the sweat. It stuck out on her pits and bits by her stomach, Patty having quite a reputation that was visible just by that glance as she squeezed her big figure into the ring.



Patty was a big farm girl, and there were rumors of her getting a title shot in the near future. But her bulk was only part of what made her dangerous. She was strong as well as fat, and famously unwashed. Even across the ring, Becky could catch a whiff of her foe’s musk when the air moved just right, and being locked up with her made Becky feel like she might gag.
“Hoo! You such a hick you don’t know what those pipey thingies do back there? They’re call showers. Didn’t your uncle-daddy teach you that much?” Becky called to her loudly, mixed laughs and boos from the crowd.
Patty grunted and eyed her up. “Talk all y'all want," she  grunted. "You don't look like much to me. You'll shut up yer sass when you're suckin' on ass."
"Poetic hillbilly. Nice angle," Becky scoffed, getting another glare for her efforts before the bell rang. Both girls circles, Becky with noticably lighter bounce in her step compared to Patty's lumbering frame.
Becky lunged in quickly when she had a decent opening, throwing up her arms into a classic collar and elbow lock-up. Patty was clearly glad to accept what looked like a pretty ridiculous attempt on an offense, quickly overpowering Becky and twisting her arm around behind her. Becky's face twisted from the shocking pain of the big pro's arm bar, forced into being steered by the fat farm girl. She ran Becky towards a turnbuckle, trying to flatten her between her bulk and the hard pole, but Becky saw it coming quite clearly. She raised a boot to plant on the middle turnbuckle, halting her charge and twisting to elbow Patty in the temple. She grunted heavily, stunned before taking a second one just like it.
It got Patty to stagger enough to let go, Becky grabbing her hair and swinging Patty head first into the ringpost with a clang. She stumbled again, almost falling back but Becky kept a grip on her hair, swinging her again and again into the metallic rod. "Stupid fatass! You don't try and eat the ring!" she cackled after a half dozen slams, letting her go with a vicious hair mare than left Patty hitting the mats with a thundering drop on her big back and ass.
She held her head, trying to roll and get back up as Blaque postured for the crowd before pursuing her dazed opponent. She stomped down on Pattys knee, making the heavy contender wince and grab at her leg to try and block the attack. “Like your huge gut hasn’t turned them to powder already anyway,” Blaque said venomously. She grabbed hold of

Patty dragged her up quickly with her thick limbs, breathing heavy so her thick tits and belly wobbled. She whipped Becky by one arm into the corner, making her turn just before her back hit the ringpost. She groaned and held her back, wincing and briefly paralyzed in place as Patty reached up to her cleavage and pulled at her top, sending the last few fastened buttons flying as she exposed her own tits and remains of her stomach before shedding the garment entirely. The more seasoned fans shouted excitedly (the rest just shouted for a view of her huge melons), knowing what this meant. Patty knew full well about her sweat and her stink, and with her shirt off, there was no more barrier between Becky and the strong smell of her opponent.
So as Becky was trying to stand herself up right and see straight, Patty charged in after her and gave a short hop before her huge body splashed into her, sandwiching the skinnier girl between her and the turnbuckle. Becky let out a huge groan as the wind was knocked out of her, leaning over Patty’s shoulder a bit before she slide backward slightly, letting Becky’s face slide down the front of her body. It smeared her face down the sweaty, unwashed redneck, trying to suck in fresh air but only rewarded with the sour smell of her sweat along her breasts and belly.
Patty grinned down at her as the nasty heel hit the mats on her ass, was twisted in disgust and stunned by the overwhelming body squash. Even her makeup was smeared from the flab and sweat contact. Patty turned and raised her fists proudly to the crowd at her power move, a flash of her unshaven pits getting a few cheers from her most dedicated (and strange) fans before smacking her jiggling belly, indicating she was ready for more action.
Patty rubbed at her chest during her showy display, partly for her sore bosom and partly to reach into her cleavage. There she secured her grip on the flat metal knucklers, and as soon as Patty turned back around she lunged forward, smashing her reinforced knucks into the veteran’s flopping belly. Patty’s face reacted instantly, doubling over and eyes and mouth hanging open wide, clutching at her hanging flabby tummy.
The position gave her the angle to look right into Becky’s face as she flashed a sinister toothy grin, slapping one of Patty’s hands away from her gut before slamming her again, making her entire flabby body jiggle as Patty felt like the brass was digging right into her very organs. She gagged and spit out onto the mat, looking ready to topple over when Becky ducked down low, swinging past her hands and driving the foreign object right up between her legs. Patty screamed out, as even this tank of a woman couldn’t handle that much punishment right to the pussy.
Patty fell to the mat, holding her groin and groaning as she laid on her side. The crowd reacted hugely, even if mostly boos. Becky flashed her knuckles for the crowd to see her evil genius, placing her wrestling boot on Patty’s cheek and grinding it there. “That’ll do, pig,” she taunted, kissing her trusty weapon. “Ugh! You got your bacon sweat on it, you ugly pig!” she said, making an exagerated gagging face at her weapon and daintily removing them with two fingers and throwing them from the ring. “Somebody burn those! With holy water! Or soap. It’s the same thing with her!”
Patty was too much in agony to really listen to her, her pelvic bone throbbing from the punishment she took, and her insides still feeling like they were settling even when her fat body was done wobbling. Becky took Patty by the hair, dragging her towards the ropes. She had to stop after a few short paces, starting to sweat herself and breathing heavy. The woman was big, and damn hard to move when she didn’t want to. She instead ran to the opposite ropes, rushing back at her and dropping down, performing something of a baseball slide double kick into Patty’s ribs.
The farm girl grunted loudly and rolled to the ropes instead. “Can’t walk, but you sure can roll, tons of fun,” Becky snapped, standing back up and stepping out of the ring. She went to her corner and grabbed her trusty bag of tricks, walking back over to where Patty laid utterly stunned in pain. She needed time, she knew, since even with her endurance she wasn’t unbreakable. Then there was a metallic clink, and she looked up in a groggy panic to see that Becky had latched handcuffs onto her wrist, and the other end to the bottom rope.
“There! Now you won’t have to worry about having to reach too far for rope breaks!” Becky said in a sugary sweet voice. “Not that I’ll care anyway.” She brandished her night stick, thanking again that her brother was a cop as she slid back into the ring. “Now I think it’s time to make you SQUEAL, piglet!” she chimed merrily.
“Eat shit, ya cheatin’ bitch,” Patty spat back, but only just managing to drag herself up to one elbow.
“I’m not interested in your cousin-fuckin’ family dinners, Billy Joe,” Blaque snarled back. “And let me remind you who’s in charge of this match now.” Becky stood up tall and slammed an elbow drop onto Patty, her sharp elbow spiking into her soft gut. Patty wobbled and huffed as the wind was knocked out of her, Becky grinning wickedly at the results as the fat woman jiggled. “I’ve fought jello molds that were stronger than you. Jiggled less, too.”
Becky straddled her fatter foe, having to spread her legs wide to be able to reach over her broad hips. “I’m gonna enjoy beating your brainless,” Becky grinned, raising the club high for a swing. Patty surprised her though, reaching up with her free hand to grab her by the hair. Becky screamed in surprise as her scalp felt on fire, Patty using it to push her head down towards hers. Becky was smashed cross-eyed when the headbutt connected, looking dizzy as she nearly fell off her foe.
Patty wrapped a strong flabby arm around her head, squeezing her against her soft breast. Becky was still seeing stars when Patty opened her mouth and bit into her forehead, suddenly waking her up with the splitting pain in her skull. Becky screamed and kicked at the mat, swinging wildly but at a horrible angle to land any hits with her long weapon. She shot a few elbows into Patty’s sternum between her heaving breasts, Patty’s face all rage and fury and ignoring the hits for the most part.
When that failed, Becky instead clenched her fist and jammed her thumb into Patty’s eye. She shouted in pain from the shot to the soft spot, covering her face instead of holding Becky’s head. Becky lashed out with the head of her club, striking Patty in the throat and making her gag as it briefly rammed her windpipe, leaving her choking and half blinded.
Becky stood up hurriedly, sweating and panting and looking every bit as furious as Patty had been in her wrathful counter attack. This was supposed to be HER debut! HER big impression! A strong, easy victory to win over her fans. And this fat, unwashed, shit-shoveling hillbilly was ruining it.
“I changed my mind,” Becky raged through clenched teeth. “Fuck this match. I’m gonna be in charge of this whole fucking LEAGUE before long! Even our boss O’Harra will answer to me once I’m done conquering this pathetic federation!”
Becky rained stomps down on the winded and stunned Patty, hammering every part of the sleazy girl she could see and not taking the time to aim, just to hit her hard and a lot. Patty was bruised and sore after nearly a half minute of vicious stomping, barely able to get her one free hand in the way of the pummeling. Becky leaned down on her knees, holding her baton in both hands on either side and leaning down on Patty, pressing the back of her neck over the ropes and the baton across her throat, leaving her gagging and drooling miserably.
“I wanna look in your eyes when you black out. I want to see you beg me not to slaughter you like the stupid stinking pig you are!”
Patty struggled to breathe, evident in her gasping and sputtering, clawing at the baton and her gut rising and falling rapidly. Her vision blurred a bit, but she saw something glint in the light. Tucked neatly into Becky’s gothy collar, hanging by a short chain, was a silver key. Patty’s eyes widened, seeing her last hope in winning this fight, but right next to her opponent’s head. And she was still heavily armed.
Patty slapped her hand rapidly and weakly on Becky’s thigh, gagging out something and indicating with her face it was urgent. Becky saw the fear and surrender in the vet’s face, loving it and wanting to savor it. She barely lifted up the baton to let her beg before wanting to press it back down harder.
“Your future queen allows you to speak, dirty peasent.”
Patty’s lips moved sourly, glaring daggers at Becky as she looked determined and focused on something.
“What is it? Trying to remember how to spell ‘give up?” Becky taunted her.
Patty parted her lips, but instead of an insult or a scream, she let out a loud “EUUUURRRBGH!” A belch from deep in her bottomless gut flew out into Becky’s face, nauseating her as she backed up holding her nose and staggering. “OH JEEZ! Tooth brush, Cletus! Invent one! Oh god, it’s in my eyes!” Becky staggered looking ready to throw up, barely noticing when the chain fell off her neck. She looked down to see the broken bit of metal, piecing it together as Patty finished using the key to unlock her cuffs.
She hardly got her hands ready to guard herself when Patty charged after her, swinging her meaty arm like a club and crashing right into Becky’s neck and chin, clotheslining her so hard she flipped her completely head over heels in a full reverse somesault before smashing down onto the mat on her tits.
Becky gasped and flopped on the mat rapidly, holding her throat as Patty threw the police baton from the ring, coughing and rubbing her neck but looking furious and ready to pay Becky back double. The big woman leapt up and dropped her knee right into Becky’s spine, making her arch her back and scream as she clawed the mat, kicking her feet in loud rapid thumping.
Patty rose up, grabbing Becky by her hair. She dragged her along, quite literally since Becky couldn’t muster the will to overcome her back pain and stand or even crawl. Her knees and tits scraped along the mat like Patty was a conquering caveman with a freshly clubbed wife.
Patty hoisted her up, shoving her against the corner post with her arms flopped over the top ropes for support, head lolling as her neck and back ached horribly when she even attempted to stand upright, after what the weighty cow had done to her. Patty wound up and threw a knife edge chop across her breasts, making Patty bounce and grunt loudly. Another struck with an echoing smack, Becky howling and starting to fall to her knees from that one. Patty wound up again, this time clubbing her fist down onto Becky’s chest so hard her own belly and tits jiggled tremendously from it, and the ring shook from her weight crashing back down through her feet.
Becky looked dead on her feet by now, her body just trying to drag itself to the ground so it could rest and recover. Patty gave a toothy grin, holding Becky up by one arm in her hair. She raised her other arm proudly again, but this time rather than posturing, turned and shoved her sweaty armpit into Becky’s face. She moved her body up and down, Becky finding the air and energy to scream. The bristly hairs of Patty’s barely shaven pits and the abundant sweat of the overworked fat girl made for a horrible experience, her every orphic stinging and stinking from what felt like an unwashed Brillo pad, or a brutalized loofah. Her makeup was utterly ruined by the invading stink and scrubbing and smearing sweaty hairs. She backed away and by the appalled and disgusted look on Becky’s face, Patty just had to let go of her hair. She was broken, and fell right to the mat, coughing pathetically and twitching on the mat from the smell that wracked her brain just trying to comprehend how many kinds of sweat, slime, and bacteria she’d just breathed in and… and oh god, yes, tasted!
With a knowing grin on her face, Patty marched to the turnbuckle, and hauled her hefty body up onto the first rope, then the second. Balancing there, she grabbed her denim hotpants and slid them down her legs. The farm girl wasn’t wearing any underwear, so her big round ass was now completely bared for all to see. It was certainly difficult to miss, with Patty’s voluptuous butt cheeks being the broadest and fleshiest in the league.
Down on the mat, Becky groggily stirred, to see that massive bare ass looming above her.
“Oh no…” she winced, willing her body to move out the way, but Becky was too winded and sore to take any evasive action.
Up on her perch, Patty cackled. Some of the fans were screaming for her ‘Mudhole Splash’, Patty’s signature move, and she was in no mood to disappoint. The large wrestler waved to the crowd, patted her big behind, and grinned broadly. She then leapt backwards off the corner post, bracing for a butt splash, plummeting down towards Becky’s head.
There was a HUGE crash as buxom Patty smashed right down onto her victim, her heavy ass crashing straight into Becky’s upturned face. The ring shook violently at the dramatic impact, and Becky’s limbs flailed in shock. It was a brutal move for the black-haired girl to endure, as painful as it was humiliating. The full weight of Patty’s chunky figure had dropped onto Becky’s head like a sack of bowling balls, crushing her skull against the canvas. This impact was cushioned only by the flesh of Patty’s broad buttocks, her naked ass engulfing Becky’s face like a heavy, sweat-soaked mattress. It was a match-ending blow, the crowd cheering, jeering and even groaning in sympathy for the smaller girl as she took the full force of that destructive derriere.
The weight of the Mudhole Splash was often enough to outright knock out a lot of Patty’s opponents. In truth, they were the lucky ones. As Becky’s body continued to jolt and writhe beneath the bigger girl’s butt, it was clear that there would be no such quick finish for the hapless rookie. Becky was still conscious, though her head was wracked with pain, and unfortunately now embedded under the big, bare ass of her opponent. ‘Pigpen’ Patty was in no hurry to move from this position, content to keep her anguished victim pinned beneath her plump rear.
Patty folded her arms like a patient Indian, her faint smirk showing her confidence that the fight was already won. Becky squirmed and thrashed, but weakly like she was in slow motion, clawing and pushing at Patty's big bare ass cheeks. It only served to smush the butt fat around. Her nose was still overwhelmed by not only the flab, but the stench of asshole and sweat tainted any air she could manage to get into her lungs, making her cough and spit it back out.
Patty shrugged off any clawing and squirming, Becky's resistance predictably fading and slowing in a way that made Patty actually yawn, even if it was a show for the crowd. Becky saw any light in her vision leave her, barely realizing the gurgling she made was half her own saliva, and half Patty’s stinking sweat in her mouth from her last conscious breath. Somewhere in the shadows and dulled noises beyond her ears padded by ass fat, a bell was sounding.

“Hey.” Becky looked up from her bench in the locker room, toweling off. She’d been in the shower for nearly half an hour, emptying shampoo and body wash bottles trying to get Patty’s stink off of her. It mostly worked.
There was the cute young star Sammie Saturn, the one she’d beat up in her old league to get to where she was now. The one who had made her debut tonight before her and got beaten up by the killer psycho clown girl.
“Hey,” Becky replied grimly, throwing the towel off of herself in a clearly bitter motion.
“How you liking this place so far?” Sammie pried, just in jeans and a t-shirt and jacket, about to head home.
“Full of rednecks and idiots,” Becky grunted dryly, but then grinned a bit. “I’ll be ruling this place in no time.”
Sammie nodded a bit sheepishly. “Good. I’m liking it too. It’s just… harder than I’d expected.”
“Yea. We’re not in the middle of Nowhere, New Jersey anymore,” Becky sighed.
“Guess we’re… sort of in the same boat together.”
Becky looked at her sarcastically, but managed a smile. “You and me? You enjoy your rowboat. My motorboat’s gonna make so many goddamn waves here they’ll think it’s the end of fuckin’ days.”
Sammie took the minor insult in stride, smiling a bit herself. “Right. Just cuz we’re new doesn’t mean we can’t um… make some waves.”
Becky sighed and grabbed her gym bag of weapons and wrestling clothes, starting to leave. “Whatever. Just don’t make us both look bad, and if you fight me again, be sure to lose with some goddamn style this time.”
Sammie hesitated as she walked to the door. “Good luck!” she called after her.
“Same,” Becky said dismissively back. It still made Sammie smile. If she couldn’t have a win tonight, she’d at least have her optimism.

Mercs vs Ninja 2: Attack on Valkerie Island

-a return to an older story, Mercs vs Ninja, where the cutie kung fu ninja Katsumi beat up a bunch of raiding mercenary thugs. A repeat customer (same who offered Whore Wars), it's long, epic, and full of fancy moves and humiliation-

Eiko breathed heavily, sore and scared in her chair in the interrogation room. Apart from a clearly one-sided mirror and a chair she was tied to, the room was empty for some time, leaving her to sweat. Ever since the attack on the mountain temple a few years ago, the stories of Katsumi the kawaii ninja girl were spreading like wildfire. It was a bit of local pride, but it inspired girls and martial artists all over Japan.

Vigilantes had been popping up, doling out justice to thugs, crime lords, and trouble makers in general around the country. Peace and safety were in abundance in many parts of their lands. Of course, not everyone is easy to please, and some were downright outraged by this turn. It was how Eiko had wound up where she was.

There was a troop of mercenaries known as the Valkyrie  Corps, a part of which were responsible for raiding the mountain temple those years ago and had been handily beaten by Katsumi despite her being vastly outgunned and outnumbered. Some of their units were dispatched by the up and coming vigilantes, but Eiko had heard that there was the Valkyrie Elites, a rank of them even higher and tougher than the soldiers on the mountain.

But on patrol one night, they’d found her rather than finding them, and she was taken down before she even knew what hit her. Captured and unmasked, the mercs must have been grinning ear to ear to find out that not only was she a vigilante, but a daughter of a mayor. The mayor of the very mountain town their sister unit was so disgraced in.

A door finally opened up in the wall (with no apparent indication that it was there previously), giving Eiko a brief glimpse out into a steelish hallway that suggested some sort of official base or lab. An Aryan woman entered, statuesque and broad-shouldered woman. She wore an officer’s coat, but took it off quickly after stepping in to reveal a camouflage tanktop, exposing more of her body and the excessive muscle on her body.

“So, this is the legendary hero?” she said with a raise of her eyebrow, an accent faint but distinct on her voice. “I am not surprised that a little girls couldn’t handle the REAL women of the Valkyrie Elite!” Eiko kept quiet at the remark, but Captain Victoria seemed content to go on by herself.

“As you may have noticed, we’ve been sending out teams to start bringing down your girls. It was cute at first, and got us more jobs from the paranoid crime lords and kingpins, but when they started dropping out of the game, it was just plain bad for business.”

Victoria tossed a folder of photos to the ground, a skillfully practiced motion that let the pictures drift out. Eiko recognized a few of them, but not all. They depicted similar depictions. One had a masked girl stripped nude with whip marks all over her body, unconscious in the streets like a sleeping child. Another was ass up in handcuffs with a cape stuffed in her mouth as a gag. Another was a girl beaten and bruised by her own tonfas, tied so that she straddled a bike rack wedged up her snatch with “Super Cunt” written in English on a sign around her neck.

“We’ve gotten rather good at it,” Victoria said as Eiko stared in dread at the pictures. “So much that we can break a play-pretend superhero in as little as an hour without even any tools.” She rolled her broad, solid shoulders as if readying them. “Not that we don’t have them. I should think you’ve figured out what sort of a place you’re in.” She motioned at the bare walls proudly with a beaming smile.

“This is the headquarters of the Valkyrie Elite! The scrubs you dealt with on that lonely mountain were nothing compared to us here! Frankly, we’re not even upset with that entire incident. If they were weak and unprepared enough that a single little Japanese ninja girl could stop them, they deserved it.”

Eiko gave her a puzzled look. Did she have her mistaken for somebody else? It sounded like the work Katsumi did when there was the mercenary forces entering her village. “I don’t…”

“But these!” Victoria boomed over her. “The Elite are hand-picked by me. Specialists in their fields, then trained through Hell to make them capable in all fields of combat and tactical expertise! If you had a prayer of getting out of this room, you’d never make it 50 meters.”

Eiko watched her quietly a moment, then spoke again more tensely and formally. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. That wasn’t me at all. I haven’t been at this very long…””

“We don’t make mistakes in the Valkyrie Elite. The evidence all adds up. We ran your background check, missy. You’re a martial arts-using vigilante. The unit was defeated in your town. You’re the daughter of the mayor of that town! What better way to ensure that any footage of your actions were missing.”

Eiko didn’t mention that their small town wasn’t especially paranoid, and so security cameras were scarce at best. She did mention another flaw. “It wasn’t me! I only became a hero because of what Katsumi did!”

“Whatever you say,” Victoria said, cracking her knuckles. “Even if I believe you, I like to get my information from a credible source. A screaming victim, for example…”

An alarm went off overhead, a small light flashing in sync with it. Victoria hardly raised an eye towards it, but sighed and let her muscles relax rather than tense up. “Managed to draw some attention from your fellow wannabes,” she mused aloud for Eiko. “At least you’ll have company for your… reeducation.”

“Why don’t you let us tend to this little interruption?” purred a voice in one shady corner of the room. Eiko had hardly noted it before, but now she saw a trio of figures there, when she looked hard enough.

“Precisely. Send Felicia and I after the intruder and you can turn off that alarm right now.”

The third didn’t add anything, staying in the darkness fully with her arms folded.

“My girls can handle this,” Victoria said sternly with a brief wave of her hand. “Best of the best, you know! Warrior amazons made flesh!” She turned back towards her captive. “She’ll have her company in no time.”

Outside of the cell, her girls were readying themselves with rapid, practiced efficiency. While tooting her own horn a bit, Victoria’s unit was about as close as you could get to a personal hit-team of supernatural bitches. Victoria had taken the toughest and most talented women she could find, then redoubled their training, and merged them into a unified team that worked like parts in a complex machine. Guns were double-checked, reloaded, and readied as they took positions throughout the hallways of their base. Between their coordination, training, equipment, and home turf, it seemed like nothing could get past their first line of defense.

Said front line consisted of five women, one manning a radio and motion tracking goggles on for good measure. As the team’s point men, out front waited Arlene and Jen.

Arlene was everything Texan. All over her, everything was big, blond, or beautiful. With no particular uniform to the squad,  she wore form-flattering jeans and a leather vest over a plaid blouse. She had a hunting knife and a pair of revolvers at her shapely hips. Her casual attire did little to lessen the professional killer she was.

Jen was a blue-eyed brunette, though it wasn’t her facial features that drew peoples’ attention. Size was her greatest asset in many ways, as the massive, hefty chain gun strapped in over her shoulders only drew even more attention to the enormous rack beneath it, the heavy machine gun pressing into her pillow bustline. Between her size and huge rate of fire, and Arlene’s quickdraw and hunter’s senses, the two alone were a major force to be reckoned with to any soldier.

“Stay on your toes,” Jen instructed curtly and quietly to her girls. “This is the main choke point. If anything’s getting in, it’s getting through here. There’s no better place to set up our perimeter.”

“What’s a perimeter?” Highly trained as they were, Katsumi had appeared behind them quick and quiet as a ghost. And by the time they’d turned around, the cutsie ninja girl, in her short silk skirt, fishnets, and perky bouncy boobs, had delivered a punch that took out their communications officers. The two rear guards moved in on her at the first sign of her attack, drawing rifles but Katsumi throwing a pair of bolas at them from within her cleavage. The women shifting into firing stances shouted in surprise and toppled over, tangled up in eachother as Katsumi was quickly on top of them.

Arlene hesitated enough to aim quickly and then fired on the ambushing ninja, but she flipped forward and compacted herself into as small a target possible, landing butt-first into one of the girls’ chests. Her toned little bottom did a fine job knocking the wind right out of her, making her shake just before she bounced off sharply, sending a crouching punch to the throat of the second trooper that made her gag and lay still, eyes wide open but breathing in raspy, heavy croaking noises.

“Ah shit!” After emptying her six-shooters, Arlene went for a quick-loader on her belt, but Katsumi was already up and charging at her. While the women had been the best Victoria could find, Katsumi had been training all the more seriously lately. After finding out that the women on her mountain had been small fries compared to the rest of their forces, it lit a bit of a candle under her. It wasn’t fear, but it was an urge to take on some better foes some day, especially if they should come around bother some of her new friends and comrades.

Katsumi was moving too close and too fast for the cowgirl to target well enough, so she cast aside one gun and replaced it with her hunting knife. She pistol-whipped her other gun at Katsumi’s head, easily blocking the improvised weapon with her forearm. Arlene shifted herself to line her up for a shot by Jen’s machine gun, but Katsumi whipped around in a quick pirouette to disorient both of her attackers on their aim and location.

“I got ‘er!” Arelene shouted, raising her knife for a downward stab at Katsumi. Rather than block, she instead thrust two fingers forward, pressing on the hilt of the knife around the blade. It shoved it back to thump the handle of the weapon into Arlene’s forehead with a “Boop!” mocking sound effect. Arlene was stunned and grabbed for her head, letting Katsumi lean back and throw an uppercut into her tit, smacking the cowgirl’s udder up to smack herself in the face with its immense jiggling. The force of the punch, even cushioned by her own overgrown tits, banged her head into the steel wall behind her and had her slump to the ground.

It just left Jen and Katsumi then. Jen had been warming up and aiming for some time now with the bulky weapon, and she finally had her chance to open fire. Her enormous chest jiggled with the spinning and shaking of the gun, and what would have shaken the ribs right out of a man only made her look all the more sexy and powerful with her built in recoil padding.

Katsumi was still too fast for her, running a few steps ahead of her bullet hose of a gun, even if she was careful enough to aim high so that she’d miss any of her downed allies. While a lesser woman would have relied on the output of bullets alone, Jen angled her shots to force Katsumi into a corner where she’d have no escape but into a butchering demise.

Suddenly Katsumi spun and a knife whizzed through the cloud of lead, slicing neatly over Jen’s shoulder and gun strap… and her bra strap. The gun fell off balance and clanged to the ground, her shirt and bra falling loose to expose of her bouncing jugs. She yelped and tried covering it up, only for Katsumi to press her attack again, leaping up high and spreading her legs.

“No peaking, now!” she warned as her panties flashed for the distracted gunner, only moments before they clamped shut around Jen’s neck. The big woman gagged and found herself choking, Katsumi hanging from her neck and shoulders by her strong legs closed like a vice. Jen managed to stay on her feet, supporting both of their weight as she smacked her fists and the butt of her wrists on Katsumi’s thigh muscles, finding them resistant to her hits as she pulled on Jen’s hair, wrenching her harder into the chokehold before the big woman finally fell to her knees, breathing heavily and finally collapsing onto her belly and bared tits. She wasn’t quite out, but she didn’t have the air left in her to lift up her own gun. She couldn’t even look up as Katsumi stood over her, readying another knife.

It was further down that the next squad of girls frowned at the quiet, and the occasional gunshot despite the radio silence. “Assume the worst,” one muttered, raising a sniper rifle. Her finger braced on the trigger as she heard approaching footsteps, but then pausing as it came closer into view.

“Check your targets,” she warned the crew, just before the… jiggling figure came at them. Jen screamed and ran flailing past them, entirely nude and her famous rack bouncing in the breeze, the clothes slashed from her body. The girls simply had to turn to watch her go, and her big shapely butt jiggling behind her.

“MONSTER! IT’S A MONSTERRR!” Jen raved as she fled, the other girls having to look at eachother once the jiggly sight had left them.

“Monster? The intruder’s a monster?” one pondered.

“It had better be more than one,” grunted Gina, a short but solid black girl clutching her shotgun. “Cuz even a monster on its own isn’t enough to take on the Valkerie Elite.”

“Listen to you lot,” Mathilda scoffed, stepping between them in her heeled boots. “You’ve been listening to Cap’n Victoria’s stories like kids and bloody fairy tales.” The tall woman wore sunglasses, even in the casual light of the hallways, and had an outdated-looking bob o a haircut, like a flapper girl or some incarnation of Lady Gaga.

“Now eyes forward! Intruder’s only got two options and both lead here. And dho deployed a grappling hook?!” one barked.

“What?”

“The target was traveling too quickly to be carrying any heavy artillery. If she wasn’t carrying any heavy duty firearms, no way she could have gotten a knife this deep into steel. And this intruder wasn’t seen carrying-”

Katsumi threw a second kunai on a chord, embedding it deep into the wall beside Mathilda’s head. This one had even come from behind them, when they turned, Katsumi yanked the line on the weapon, jerking the cord to tangle with Gina’s shotgun and twist it from her grip.

Katsumi slid after them, balancing on the rope and kicking one of the guards upside the head. Mathilda fell back to try and get a line of fire, but Katsumi quickly started to mingle with the troops. One girl readied a machete, but Katsumi was behind her before she could even fully recognize her target. She kicked the soldier into the rope embedded in midair, then hopped on the back of her head to press her neck down into it. She gagged as Katsumi’s toned butt pushed down on the back of her head, sitting gracefully on her as her long legs kicked aside the weapons of two more advancing girls. “Consider yourself lucky!” Katsumi chimed to the girl gasping for air under her bum. “You could have been taken out by some nut with a gun, instead of my cute bottom. I know a few boys and girls who’d love to be in your position. Just, you know! Breathing!”

The trapped girl choked out into blackness while Katsumi’s legs whipped here and there to keep the guns off of her and her feet in the owners’ faces. When she felt her captive go lax, she tumbled off into a handstand and spun around, a whirling double kick hitting both of the girls nearby. Mathilda raised her assault rifle to fire at her, spraying her proximity with bullets as Katsumi advanced, gracefully while barely moving out of the weapon’s path. Mathilda’s eyes widened behind her sunglasses, but she continued to retreat and fire until it clicked empty. She went for another magazine when Katsumi got in close enough for Brooke, her hidden flanking agent to step forward from her shadowy corner and grab Katsumi around the upper body in a quick bearhug.

“Hey! Not on the first date!” Katsumi objected, throwing an elbow back into the big Brooke’s ribs. The woman gasped and let go, but it bought Mathilda the moment she needed to swing her gun and smash the barrel into Katsumi’s belly. It would have brought down a normal fighter, but Katsumi was more than normal, even before her recent upgrade, of sorts.

Katsumi still grunted and bent over slightly from the hit, but growled back cutely. “You hit like a girl!” she snapped, leaping up and using her hands to grab the stunned Brooke’s hair as she struck out with her legs to wrap them around Mathilda’s neck. She spin like a horizontal drill bit, whipping both girls off their feet and spinning completely around before smashing down into the ground with her, only that they did so head first. Katsumi bounced back up and went off down the hall, bouncing off each of the girls’ backs like a stepping stone, rewarded with a barely intelligible gurgle of a response.

She rounded a corner and leaned back vertically, just missing a fist that flew at her, even with her bouncing boobies in the way. It got a growl out of Roxetta, a redhead with shoulder-length hair and a thorny vine tattoo peeking out over the edge of her neck. The continuing vine that went down along her belly and a rose blooming on her forearm implied it went all over the fiery red.

“How’d you do that so fast, you little slut?” she hissed, throwing more aggressive punches at Katsumi.

“Ate my vitamins,” Katsumi said casually. “Drank my milk. Stayed in school, like you all clearly didn’t to get a job like this...” She dodged and contorted this way and that, either Roxy barely missing or Katsumi just having fun with her, and the opportunity to only take on one girl at a time.

“Shut up, shut up!” Roxy fumed, finally grabbing a baton off her belt. At that, Katsumi seemed to decide she wasn’t as fun anymore and threw her leg from its normal position to straight upward, the foot smacking into Roxetta’s chin on the way up and staggering her. Katsumi took up a brief martial arts pose and threw both of her palms out together, smashing them into Roxy’s chest to briefly flatten her tits before hurling her into the wall down the hall, bouncing off it doing her rag doll impression.

“Well she was nice,” Katsumi said, seemingly to herself before trotting off.

“I ahm done fuckeeng around.” At another chokepoint, three more girls had a perimeter established. Zelda was frustratedly setting up a few small sandbags to weigh down the supports on a portable gun turret.She was a dark-haired French girl, with a thick accent and long twin braids going down to her middle back.

“But we haven’t heard from Beta Team,” insisted Carol, an oaky brown-haired girl tall enough to be called Amazonian if she weren’t so thin for her size. Her walkie crackled a bit and she picked it up. “Beta Team, is that you? Come in! Over!”

“AHHHH! NO! NOT THAT!”

“STOOOOP!”

“MY PANTIES! HEY!”

The group was quiet a moment before Carol knelt down and helped Zelda feed a chain of bullets into her turret.

“Ya, I thought zo,” Zelda grunted. “I don’t care what she can do, zis intruder cannot dodge somesing that will fill the entire hall with bullets.”

“You hear that?” Their spotter looked around, raising a hand for silence. Nina was a caramel colored Native American, notable for a few tribal-looking trinkets on her jewelry and uniform. There came a gentle plinking noise, as if someone was stealthily rolling a grenade, or even just dropping a pin.

Zelda readied herself behind the turret as the other girls readied their own rifles. There was silence for a bit, then Katsumi threw another tiny blade, connecting with a second support on the turret but not totally cutting through it, just thinning it. She suddenly rushed around the corner and threw her third tiny ring of steel, this one wedging into the trigger of the weapon. The sudden rattling of the weapon snapped the supporting legs, making it fall to the floor awkwardly and spray gunfire wildly at its owners, causing them to leap for cover shrieking like schoolgirls confronted by a swarm of angry bees as Katsumi leapt over the girls and their rogue gun.

Victoria listened grimly to her communicator, and checked a tablet-like device now and then, notifying her of occasional lost contacts. Two patrol girls came by the door with an update, ignoring Eiko as she sat in quiet observation and stifled hopeful grins.

“We’ve got heavy fire going on in Sector 17. One of the mounted guns are misfiring!”

Victoria growled lowly to herself, barely above a sigh. “Seal the barriers for that sector. Keep it and the would-be rescuer in one place. The two problems should solve each other, with any luck.”

One of the troops went to trigger the controls as the other looked at Victoria with a moment’s pause, but then went off as well.

“What about your girls in there?” the prisoner asked, seeing that the captain was distracted from beating or interrogating her any further for now, as long as the alert was in full effect.

“If they meet their end from this enemy, they’ll find their way to Valhalla and join the truest valkyrie sisters. Those who are just wounded will be disciplined for failure to execute their duties.”

Eiko looked at her in silence, but eyes wide in surprise. “You really believe that, don’t you?” she dared to ask.

“It’s why I don’t bother with any real medics in this facility. Pure warriors here. They can take care of themselves or they weren’t worth being a member of this unit.”. Her radio crackled again.

“Captain, we’ve got visual back online at 17.”

“Report.”

“No casualties, ma’am. All the units wounded. No sign of the intruder, either.” Victoria grunted in disgust, but the report went on. “Several of the girls have been treated already.”

“Come again?”

“They appear to have Hello Kitty band-aids on their smaller wounds… ma’am. From the intruder. And no sign of her in the sector.”

Victoria looked momentarily ready to hurl her radio before stopping herself with a deep breath. “Shes toying with us now.”

“So let US toy with her,” purred the shadowy voice. Eiko looked up as three figures stepped out from within. They were all dressed in black leather, shiny but built to keep themselves concealed even in the minor shadows.

Black Kat was a white haired vixen (a wig, unknown to Eiko or most others), long and curly to add further covering to her already masked eyes. Her black gloves ended in small, fine, but very sharp claws, tipping her fingers as an extension of her nails. She seemed to have a bit more muscle to her than her closest partner, Kat Lady, tightly coiled and nimble though not particularly any deadlier.

“Please let us, captain. I just can’t wait to sink my claws into those little cat toys of hers. Those tits are too perfect to belong to that little runt! Don’t you think, Selina?”

“Selina,” better known in her career as Kat Lady, was a similarly pale woman, dark haired and toying with a zipper at the front of her neck, as if threatening the world with her cleavage. She licked her lips and leaned over, teasing her zipper down slowly to bare some of her cleavage to the onlooking captain and Eiko.

“Claw up whatever you like, Felicia,” she mused, a bit more seriously and focused than her partner seemed to be. “So long as there’s something left on her for my whip to ruin, I’ll be satisfied.

Widow was the quietest of the two. She dressed similarly, but had deep red hair and kept her arms folded and red-painted lips shut. She looked meaningfully at Victoria, Eiko wondering why the third of the suited mercenaries was giving her such an aggressive stare as she awaited her commands.

“Move out,” Victoria growled with a wave of her hand. “But behind my girls. I’ll show that they can handle anything that comes at us, or they’re not fit to be part of this troop.” Quick and quiet as shadows, the women left with only the echo of Black Kat’s hauntingly playful giggles left behind. Victoria watched them go, then clipped her radio to her broad hips. “Not til I put them down myself…” she growled, stepping out of Eiko’s cell and signalling the guard watching the outside of the door. “Get in there and watch the prisoner. I’m taking the field.”

Katsumi did a neat baseball slide under the closing gate to what was mark Sector 17, escaping the shouts and panicking girls behind her sealed off by the barrier. She got on the move again, a jiggilicious jog that devour the distance with her long legs and quick pace. She moved fast enough to slide around a corner so quickly that one of the guards was caught completely off guard, and the others in her batch of three only alerted to the ninjette by their teammate’s squeal of surprise.

Katsumi suddenly drew and threw a smoke bomb at her feet, making the guards cough and shield their eyes and mouth. smoke spreading rapidly and concealing the cute ninja. Yasmine, an Israeli girl with a tight bun of dark hair behind her head and a great, long rifle in her hands, already had goggles over her eyes to protect her vision. She heard thumps and slashes in the smog, waiting for any cue of her target. As the best sniper and general shot in the team, she lined up her rifle with the shadow coming towards her in the thick smoke. She had a finger ready on the trigger when the shadow shrieked “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” She held fire as Casey came shrieking out of the cloud, holding her bare chest as she ran fearfully for an exit, face bright red with embarrassment.

Yasmine had a moment to wonder what had happened to her top, especially so quickly. That seemed to be all the time Katsumi had needed to get behind her, Casey’s bouse in hand as she wrapped it up and wound it around Yas’ neck. She gagged and thrashed, Katsumi pulling her around like a short, harsh leash. The Israeli swung and clawed back at her, unable to get a firm grip on her so resorting to raising her gun, aimed away from her but ramming the butt backward, slamming Katsumi in the jaw with a surprised grunt.

Yasmine slipped free, taking one knee and leaning on her gun as she coughed heavily,struggling just to get her feet under her. Katsumi rubbed her cheek a bit, but the foreign sniper just started to raise her head to see Katsumi flip at her, a spinning downward kick smashing over her head, slamming her face in the floor out cold. She caught her breath and shook out her arms, refreshing herself after a moment of short-lived resistance.

At least it seemed short-lived. A half dozen more hit-girls came around the corner, headed by a wild punk-looking girl brandishing a flamethrower, its torch already lit beneath its mouth and short, scythe-like blades on the sides of its tip. Sofia was a lean Latina girl, wearing little apart from her tank top that could be mistaken for a sports bra, and low-hanging chamo pants that showed off a thong and multiple tattoos on her belly, breasts, neck, and underneath. The girls raised weapons, unleashing cover fire that Katsumi still zipped between the blasts of lead as she closed in. Sofia licked her lips eagerly, having heard of the things her cousin Catalina had done to her by the ninja bitch, and was eager to not so much avenge her as prove that she was the better, badder girl.

Just when Katsumi came into range, she cranked up her flamethrower and blasted fire through the hall. Katsumi shifted her footing to run forward along the wall, and gave a whirling swipe of her arms that pushed a burst of air, shoving the flames away. Once she was close enough, though, Sofia swung her flamethrower sideways, the blades slashing at the ninja cutie. She had to contort to land beside her, the knife-edge still managing to slice at her top and make her breasts bounce hard enough to stretch and tear the already exposing cleavage line, the edges of her areola visible as they jiggled up and down.

“Phew! Close one! Though I tripped on your pipe there!” Katsumi sighed casually as she spun to face the women again. Sofia paused a moment, then looked down to the tubing of her flamethrower where Katsumi had yanked one loose. It flapped around wildly, spewing a short but strong gout of flame that quickly caught onto Sonia’s baggy pants and whatever other clothing it could reach. The girls started shrieking, Katsumi staying daintily out of reach of the flailing fire as Sonia hurried to get her pants off.

“Stop! Get it off! I can’t stop it!” She shouted commands as the other girls rapidly started catching fire, only just escaping any severe burning by throwing off their clothes in mimicry of their squad leader. The clothes stayed aflame, and spread smoke quickly through the hall. Sprinklers went on overhead, mixing smoke and steam in the hall so that when Sonia was left in just her thong, she looked up to find that she could barely see a yard in front of her.

“Girls?! Report!” she called into the messy mists. She saw the figure of Ashley almost walk right into her, fully nude and lean-muscled figure jiggling. “There you are, boss!” she sighed, assured at finding her commander again. “I couldn’t YAAA!”

A chord lashed out around her ankle, yanking her off her feet and sliding along her belly and breasts back out of sight into the mist. “Rrgh! You crazy ninja dyke,” Sonia fumed, a few vague smacking noises coming from the cloud around her.

Two more of her girls shrieked out, jumping as they backing into eachother ass first. They spun to find the other a friendly target… just before Katsumi dropped from the ceiling, clamping her thighs around their necks and slamming their faces together. She rolled neatly away from their downed bodies, slinking low and swiping her foot to take the feet out from under Sofia. She landed with a grunt that made the other girls turn in the mist, desperate for anything to guide them. Katsumi circled around as they headed for her, snatching up a slim black girl in a stifling stranglehold. She smacked Katsumi’s arm but couldn’t get out a cry for her teammates.

Sonia managed to regroup with Helga, sneering as only the big, clearly German built woman appeared. “So she got the rest. Stupid bitch won’t just come out and fight!” she barked threateningly.

“I wouuuuld,” Katsumi chimed somewhere in the mists, the girls’ heads swinging to try and pinpoint her location. “But all that fire kinda scared me!”

Sonia felt sure that her flamer was out of gas by now, if not doused by one of the sprinklers. “I don’t need any fire! I can break you in half with my bare hands, little Jap!” Helga growled back.

“Come and get me then, big girls!” Katsumi crowed, her voice suddenly in a clear location as she seemed to have settled in one place. Both girls moved on her position, slow and stealthy after having figured what was happening to their allies so far.

They reached the edge of the hallway, feeling the steel wall. “I’m sure she was this way,” mused Sonia, only a faint giggling cuing her to look up. Katsumi clung to the ceiling, hands hanging like an upside down monkey by one of the exposed sprinklers.

“Told ya fire scared me. So thought I’d fix your sprinklers.” Katsumi kicked off the ceiling, yanking the spigot as she dropped to the floor, safely out of reach as the sabotaged sprinkler blasted down at the two women with the power of a firehose, blowing them off their feet as the wet, mostly nude women were blasted down the hall like ragdolls in rapids.

Katsumi dusted off her hands as she walked out of the smoke cloud, then got a running start down the last wing of the base towards the holding cells. Two girls started to come up a flight of stairs, just as Katsumi jumped up and delivered a double kick to their chins. The girls stumbled and hit the floor, letting the ninja jump onto their backs and ride them down the steps like busty bobsleds, shrieking in jittery voices as their tits bounced over the steps just before their heads hit the ground floor, Katsumi flipping off of them and landing with a “tadaa!” pose of a gymnast.

“Well, I do hope there’s more of them,” she chimed.

“Valkyries? Just one.” Katsumi smiled up at the officer appearing, Victoria tugging on a set of black fingerless gloves. She still had her officer’s coat over her shoulders, staring down the ninja sternly. “You’re the one that’s been taking out all my girls like they were Barbie dolls?”

“Yea, they got tired. I thought they’d have more pep, but seems like they couldn’t ‘keep it up,” Katsumi giggled childishly.

“Well do hope they put up a better fight than the village incident,” Victoria growled back. “Those were expendables. Our B Units. Close, but never one of them full fledged Valkeries like the girls you’ve been facing today.”

“Yea, I see the resemblance. The way they lost felt familiar, just lasted a little longer.”

“And here they’d been training for two years, just for this job.”

“Well this must be super disappointing, huh?”

Furious with the girl belittling her unit, Victoria drew her trusty old Luger and opened fire on her. Katsumi held her ground, jerking and contorting in place to avoid the bullets in a mad dance, but unable to find an opening to advance. When she heard the click of the clip chamber emptying, she zipped in quickly in a B-line for her.

Victoria threw some well-paced jabs at Katsumi, but even after her workout so far, she danced and wiggled around them. Victoria tried for a hook at her cute little face, but the ninjette slipped into a split, ducking under it and slamming a double palm strike into her belly. "Audience in the first row, you will get wet!" she teased.

"UGH!" Victoria grunted crudely and splashed spit from her lips over Katsumi's head, trying to throw a knee at her face from her new position but Katsumi performing a reverse flip to roll onto her hands and then her feet again, back upright.

Victoria snarled and advanced on her again, this time feinting a kick to drive Katsumi towards a wall and grabbing hold of her dark hair. Katsumi gave a short, girlish shriek as she got her grip on her, getting the captain to grin wickedly before Katsumi let herself drop to the floor, spinning herself back upward to double kick Victoria in the side of the head for payback.

The big blond went back staggering, rubbing her temple and sneering at the young fighter. "I know you have your knives! You'd better grab them if you want a prayer!"

"But that wouldn't be faiiir," Kastumi whined mockingly in a childish tone. It grated Victoria enough to snarl and bull rush the petit ninja girl, driving her back and slamming her into her the steel wall behind her.

Katsumi palmed her chin, trying to shove her head back and squirm away, but Victoria managed to get her fingers behind Katsumi's back and link them together, squeezing her into a bearhug.

Katsumi squeaked from the pressure forcing the air out of her, kicking frantically at Victoria's legs but the captain held firm. She was just starting to grin in confidence when Katsumi snaked an arm free, jamming her fingers into her armpit sharply in a knife shape.

"AHH!" Victoria gave a high shriek of surprise, jolting back a step and letting go of the ninja girl. Katsumi was still quick to stay on top of her, tailing her retreat and grabbing her by the fingers, twisting her arm and jamming two more fingers into her tight forearm muscles. Victoria jerked and pulled back, Katsumi letting her go as she raised one arm into a boxing stance. The other hung limp, getting her to glance down at it and rubbing at the limb, but it still dangled uselessly at her side.

"What did you do, you little witch?!" she hissed furiously.

"Just some basic pressure points. All that muscle makes yours really prominent and sensitive. You should try yoga. It's good for that kind of stuff, and would help with that temper. And probably help you burn off some of that fat you're getting on your hips there."

Victoria screamed in fury at her, something in German that Katsumi only recognized the worded "Valkeries" in. She threw a frenzy of blows at Katsumi, having to work harder to dodge but seeing Victoria leaving herself wide open. She stuck out her tongue just before dodging an incoming punch, smashing into the metal wall behind her and shouting as she clutched her good hand to her chest tenderly. Katsumi lunged at her, making her try to raise her guard but Katsumi flipping gracefully over her with hardly a flick of her wrists.

"There," she said, dusting off her hands without looking back at the brawny blond. "You got your wish."

"The hell are you talking about, schweinhund?" she cursed back at her, turning around and hearing a tearing noise. She looked down, even that small movement causing another rip to appear on her top.

"You wanted me to use my knives, right?" Katsumi said, flourishing her wrists to produce two more. Her quick and surgical work was showing faster now, as every move from Victoria caused more tears, and her tits simply burst out through the tight fabric entirely. Gasping and blushing more out of panic and humiliation, Victoria was unable to cover herself properly with only one working arm.

Soon realizing the futility, she grabbed a combat knife from her ruins of clothes, charing Katsumi from behind. She barely flinched as she leaned far backward, contorting so that her leg swung up to where her head had been and nailed Victoria in the face, making her stagger a step or two before brain decided that was enough, looking dead on her feet when Katsumi turned and walked over to her, a flirty wiggle in her hips as she leaned in and blew on Victoria's face. The slightest pressure was enough to topple her over cartoonishly limp.

Katsumi giggled at her antics before starting to trot on further. Eiko was waiting, after all...

Just then, there was a faint flourish of black, so barely off in shade from the shadows that it took Katsumi's hyper senses to pick up on it. She contorted to twist around, dodging a high kick that slammed a high-heeled boot into the wall where her head was. She followed it up to lead to the shapely leg and juicy thigh of Cat Lady's black leather-clad figure.

"So they sent a kitten to take on a tiger," she purred sensually before sending another high kick at Katsumi. She tumbled back in a retreat to get to a more comfortable distance, gauging Cat Lady as she did. She seemed quicker than most of the girls she'd faced so far, and much more compitent, but not quite on her own level, and unarmed.

This proved debatable as Cat Lady leaned down low, running her hands teasingly down her legs until her cleavage was plain to see to the ninja, with or without hyperactive senses. A hard black rod was visible, tucked in between her breasts as she grasped it suggestively, pumping it a bit before one sharp flourish brought out a long black whip, slashing it through the air and cracking at the air like a biting snake, Katsumi leaping back just out of its reach.

"Nice strip show, but nice try!" she taunted back, Selina just grinning.

"Oh, I think it worked out fine," she purred as Black Kat burst out from the turn just behind Katsumi, reaching around her to bring her sharpened claws at Katsumi's face. The ninja gasped and grabbed her wrists just in time, holding her off from digging into her pretty face and eyes for a few seconds before throwing her over her shoulder and back towards the whip-crazy seductress.

"Aww, I would have just loved playing with a blinded little mouse," Kat cooed, licking her lips. "So helpless and defenseless. And those melons of yours look ripe for the picking, don't they Selina?"

Katsumi caught her breath, her mentioned melons bouncing with the heavy breathing. The ambush could have nearly done her in, and these two clearly had more on the ball than the goons she'd faced so far. Even Victoria seemed to fall short of these girls. And Black Kat seemed even faster and stronger than Cat Lady, though the whip seemed to help bridge the gap of how dangerous they were.

"Won't you be joining us, Widow?" chimed Cat Lady, Katsumi looking puzzled and looking back over her shoulder. There was a third red-haired woman there, leaning in the corner watching them lazily. She shrugged, perfectly quiet and seemingly content to watch the two cats tear Katsumi apart in her place. Katsumi actually made a point to check on her throughout the fight, only  to find she had barely even budged. Even yawned once!

She brought her eyes forward, finding the two women rushing at her suddenly. Cat Lady lead the attack with a whiplash for her chest, Katsumi ducking it only to find Black Kat charging with claws bared in concerningly efficient teamwork. Katsumi avoided it by dodging back behind a support beam, her claws leaving shallow scratches in the metal just the same with a short, jagged screeching noise. As she was still outmaneuvering Black Kat, Cat Lady came about the other side of the beam, grabbing it and whirling to hit Katsumi upside the head with a double kick, leaving her to stumble backward clumsily while Cat Lady whirled around the pole, clinging to it and winding up hanging upside down by only her crossed legs, continuing her mock-stripper theme as she dropped her whip from her cleavage, catching it in her teeth.

Katsumi still staggered when Kat was upon her quickly, grabbing her hair and shoving Katsumi's face with a rough clang into the nearby wall. She held her there and sent a rough knee into her belly, working her over with a few more as Katsumi grunted and coughed in reply to each speedy hit. She twisted her own feet to catch Felicia around her ankle, toppling her to the floor with a bend of her ankle. She tried to rise only to scream as Cat Lady's whip tore across her back, slicing through her clothing as she was whipped like a disobedient slave.

"Can't have that now, sweety," she intoned, and as Katsumi rose to object she clenched her fist around her whip handle for support and slugged the ninja in the face. She stumbled back, letting Felicia stick out her own shapely legs to trip her to the ground, holding her head in a daze as Felicia gracefully leapt on top of her, straddling her hips seductively and giving a cheshire cat grin.

"Well if I'm not just the cat who got the cream," she chided, Katsumi barely able to keep up with her words let alone her moves. She sudenly raised and lashed out with her claws, sinking them through Katsumi's cloth top right into her tender, oversized young breasts.

Katsumi screamed in agony, drowning out the girls' echoing laughter. "OH, she has fight in her! I love it! The fighters always scream the loudest, don't they, Selina dear?" She clenched her claws, sinking her nails in deeper and getting fresh screams as she contorted Katsumi's plump tits to meet the forceful shape of her hands.

"You tell ME!" Katsumi hissed, grabbing her arms and leaning up to headbutt Black Kat in the face. She yowled in surprise, trying to grab her face and rub her nose, but Katsumi keeping her grip on her arms.

"Move, damn you!" Cat Lady growled at her partner, pacing with a hand on her hip and model runway strides. "Give me a clear shot!"

Katsumi thought fast and curled in her legs, bringing them against Felicia's back so they were no better a target. She sent another headbutt into the Black Kat's head, this time cracking her skull under her chin so her pearly teeth clacked together. Katsumi let go with one hand, going to her cleavage to draw a kunai and whip it at Kat Lady, but even up close she used her free arm to roll out of its way, the knife piercing the ceiling instead.

The ninja rolled free, only for another whip crack to lash the weapon around her ankle. She grabbed the floor to try and drag herself away, but Black Kat had recovered and grabbed her other ankle. "Make a wish, kitten!" she taunted, the two pulling back (Felicia by hand, Selina with her whip) and Katsumi looking down, shrieking to see them lining her up to slam her womanhood into the pillar she'd dodged around. She managed to throw down her hands, catching herself just before the steel smashed into her crotch.

"Aww, and I was going to wish for the chance to do it a second time."

"Soften her up some more!" snapped Kat, slashing out her talons to rake a sharp, bloody red streak across Katsumi’s top and breash, freshly scraping them and making her curl up defensively with another howl of pain. Kat went in, raising her claws again and aiming a slice for Katsumi's belly.

This time Katsumi caught her hand, and the other when she went for a second strike. She was starting to catch on, Kat counting on her claws while Cat Lady counted on her whip more than anything. She wrestled with Felicia’s grip, Kat proving strong but unable to resist the pressure from the ninja’s limbs. Her hands arced back inward towards herself, realizing too late what was happening when Katsumi groped her breasts, squeezing through her leather top with her own razor sharp claws.

This did not go over well with Black Kat, yowling in agony and thrashing wildly in her own grasp.

"what? Stop squirming! What is she doing?!" Selina barked at her, trying to circle and see the action as she covered her partner. Katsumi sent a double kick up into Black Kat's belly, letting her fly back into Cat Lady clumsily. She gasped and cupped her big breasts, eyes wide in horror at being forced to inflict such pain on herself.

"That little bitch!" she gasped, Katsumi sprinting up after them. Cat Lady tried to draw back her whip, only to find that Katsumi had knocked Felicia right into the weapon, so the chord pulled under her boot and quickly tangled between the two. Katsumi used the opening to slide between both their legs, throwing up an elbow strike right into Selina's pussy through her tight leather.

"AOOOOW!" she howled, hopping and holding her groin.

"That's some nasty camel toe you got there," Katsumi warned, Kat trying to reach around her partner as the ninja rose again but couldn't get around her in time. Katsumi used her own partner as cover, hiding behind Cat Lady strategically before popping her head up and throwing a stunning jab into Kat's lip or and elbow to her tender titties.

Selina recovered faster than she expected though, and lashed out with her whip. Even at close range, it whirled rapidly around Katsumi's throat.

"About time someone put a leash on you, little girl!" she growled, tightening it with a whirl of her leg to wrap around the whip's length and using her shapely thigh to pull at it.

Katsumi gripped at the leathery rope, considering a knife to cut it but thinking otherwise. Cat Lady gave a backhand slap to her face, a much more feminine move than any of the other fighters so far, confirming Katsumi's suspicions of her being relatively weak without her weapon. She gladly took the hit, barely stinging as she spun to one side with the blow, though intentionally so. She unraveled much of the whip around her neck, making it more of a longer leash and looser on her.

"I don't normally support leash laws, but you two cats need to get neutored!" she snapped, lunging back at them. She danced nimbly between them, slipping from the last of the whip's clutches as she wove around their grabbing arms and kicking legs. With some graceful dodging and one sharp tug, she tugged and bound them chest to chest.

The girls thrashed and grunted and growled, held tight by both hands of the ninja girl as she grinned at them. She ignored her deep scratches as the womens' own sizable breasts mashed and grinded together, causing more pained yelps and yowls as their chests tried to share a space not meant to fit them both.

"Ow! Stupid! Don't use your claws! I'm right here!" Selina snapped, spittly splashing her partner's face at their intimate closeness.

"Don't blame me for this! It's your stupid whip tying us up!" she growled back, pouty lips brushing against hers.

"Any other day, I'd pull out a video camera and use it to keep myself busy on lonely Saturday nights. But for now, I'm sure you don't mind if I check for any weapons.

"NO!" both women objected, but Katsumi gave another flashing swipe of her knife, neatly cutting open their uniforms without ever penetrating their bindings. “Hey, the carpet doesn’t match the drapes,” Katsumi chided, commenting on the mismatch of Kat’s white wig and dark bush. The women, despite their seductive nature, shrieked in embarrassment as they were bared before their captor. The way they writhed showed Katsumi she had them all but finished, and pulled the whip handle hard to send them spinning out of it. They wound up stumbling, dizzy and drunkenly.

"Ohhh, I think I'm gonna hurl," Selina groaned, her sexy act clearly down the drain. The naked catgirl leaned on the wall with her palms, bare breasts hanging and butt sticking out. Katsumi couldn't help but kick her partner into the same position, then cracking their own whip against their asses.

"I think you owe me an apology! I really liked this shirt!" Katsumi scolded them.

"AHHH! WE'RE SORRY! WE'LL PAY FOR IT! wE SWEAR! JUST LET US GOOO!" howled the once dominant mercs, gettin a giggle from Katsumi. She just kept on lashing, turning their bottoms into what looked like a pair of tomatoes each. When they were sore enough, she could spank them by hand and get just as humiliated and shameful cries out of them.

And still Widow looked on, careless as her girls were beaten and spanked. Eventually, one double slap the whip made the girls jump high off their feet, falling weakly to the ground, legs too weak and tired, and tanned asses up in the air as they blacked out from the pain.

Katsumi tossed the whip aside, looking with a slight frown at Widow, rubbing her sore chest as she talked. "Don't suppose you're just here cuz you like to watch. Not thinking of letting me go by easy?"

"Not a chance," Widow finally said, standing up from her leaning position and approaching, casually rolling her shoulders as she approached, causing her breasts to jiggle.

“I hired the Valkyries to begin with. You’ve been cutting in on my business with your vigilante playtime bullshit. You’re about to be in a lot of trouble, little girl. I just needed a few more sets of hands to try and spank your naughty ass. And seeing as you held off all these losers… I think you’re finally worth my personal attention.”

Katsumi hesitated a moment, keeping her guard up warily. She'd been fighting for about the last twenty minutes, and while none but the cats had proven especially difficult, she was still a bit battered and had to keep her chi flowing just to maintain herself at this level so long. What was more, this Widow woman seemed more dangerous than anything else so far, even while unarmed.

Widow approached her slow and steadily, a patient hunter with all the time in the world and no worries about her prey. Katsumi stayed tensed as her boots clicked against the metal floors, thick and plain black compared to the ridiculous heels that cat-themed mercs had worn.

Katsumi twisted away as Widow's hand formed a claw and lunged at her face, twirling into a dodge but seeing the speedy strike strip a few loose hairs from her head. Surprised at the speed and sheer force of the attack, Katsumi quickly contorted until her head nearly hit the ground, angling her leg to curve upward and smash a heel into Widow's chin.

Staggering back a few paces after the quick exchange, Widow ran a thumb across the corner of her mouth, checking almost lazily for blood. She smiled widely to see a few specks from where her bright white teeth had connected with her cheek. "That's it," she mused in a low, husky tone to accompany her excited smile. "Finally something actually worth killing."

She moved in on the young ninja again, this time a stiff but stylized flow of strikes that immediately gave Katsumi the impression of heavy martial arts training on the muscled redhead. She managed to throw up blocks and sidestep or bob her head away, but they kept her on defense, and blocking some of the heavier hits with her forearms was making them ache from the hammering pressure.

She was forced to yield some ground, and gasped highly as she felt her back hit an unexpected wall. She gripped it with her strong fingertips and heels, sliding up it and flipping over Widow's head. The redhead killer suddenly shot up a hand, catching Katsumi's collar of her attire and ripping her back downward, slamming her back against the wall again with a heavy grunt from both, one in effort and one in pain. Widow followed with a heavy, leather-clad knee to the belly of the young ninja, air rushing from her guts.

Katsumi reached up, jamming her fingers at the nerves in Widow's forearms like she had with Victoria. The powerful woman grabbed her wrist just as the fingers hit flesh, twisting it backward and pinning it against the wall by her waist, getting another girlish cry from her.

"Keep screaming. It'll make for better footage for when I show this to the other crime lords as a show of power."  

Suddenly, the ninjette's hand twitched down by her wrist, managing to produce a pair of smoke bombs, hurling them near her feet and vanishing into the shadows. Widow stepped forward and shot a hand into the mist like a snake, grabbing for Katsumi. Her hand grabbed onto a throat and her other send in a few harsh punches, greeted by a wet meaty noise. She yanked her victim towards her, only to find herself holding the dazed and unconscious Kat Lady in her grip, shoved in the way by the young trickster as a decoy.

“Old ninja trick,” Widow mused, surrounded by the thick, twisting smoke. “I thought you were here to fight, little girl!” She tossed her ally aside, pausing a moment before suddenly reaching back into the smoke and coming out with Katsumi correctly this time, catching her in mid-sneak as she held her up by her cute ponytail.

Katsumi whirled and latched her legs around Widow’s neck, attempting to clamp them all the way around her throat but Widow brought up one arm in time to land between her thighs, stopping the vice grip from completing. Still, Katsumi felt her calves and shins clench around her neck, the two girls’ muscles clenching and competing with a noise like stretching leather. It wasn’t a perfect hold, but she hung from Widow’s neck all the same, and it would eventually close up her throat from the sides and choke her out.

So long as she didn’t interrupt her. Unfortunately, Widow used the small gap her hand had created to reach between and send her free hand to punch Katsumi right between her legs. She gave a yowl of pain and fell to her back, curling up holding her womanhood as Widow rubbed her neck idly. “Close call, tiny,” she laughed, as if amused by her potential defeat. “But I’ve got all the advantages here. My turf.”  Katsumi clearly struggled just to get to her hands and knees, one on her groin while the other threw a kunai at her. Widow raised a forearm, letting the sharp little dagger bounce off her seemingly leather-clad wrist and spin wildly out of control away from her. “My reinforced power suit, giving me extra strength and resistance.”

She walked up after Katsumi, grabbing her by the hair and reaching under her skirt to grab her by the panties, lifting her up with a husky grunt over her head, holding her there a moment before slamming her body back down across her knee, getting a painful wail from Katsumi as she rolled helplessly and instinctively away as she landed on the ground. “And the top super soldier drugs stolen from your blind, self-absorbed government projects to make me even MORE powerful. You’re beaten and tired. And you’ve barely laid a hand on me. You’ve got nothing,” she spat down on the ninja.

Katsumi breathed heavily, curled up with her hot skin on the cool metal floor. The superdrug comment was getting to her, making her think. She focused her mind around all the pain, like cutting around a giant maze of fog just like her sensei had told her. Redirected the river of her chi around whatever hurt, like a bubble of warmth so ease her throbbing back, swelling face and aching snatch. Widow could see her breast bob up and down from inside the cleavage of her revealing top, working like upside down dribbling basketballs against natural gravity. She took it as the girl trying to regroup from a panic attack, or maybe she’d his harder than she thought with all her enhancements and broken the girl’s back so she couldn’t stand.

Katsumi pushed up from her hands and knees to enter a kneeling position, legs folded neatly beneath her perky bottom as she gave a long, steady breath, almost a drawn out sigh. She took that drawn out few seconds to realign everything inside her, and at the end of the breath when her chi flowed perfectly in sync with her, Widow swore that she saw actual steam passing over her lips.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Widow spat coldly.

“It’s all I’ll need,” Katsumi said in a serene calm, eyes so focused and steady they looked carved from stone under her eyelids. She stood and took up another loose stance, Widow shrugging and moving in with another speeding bullet of a fist. Katsumi reached a hand out as if to catch and stop it, but instead simply rested her fingers on it, feather-light as she used it to hoist herself into the air, actually balancing on her single hand that in turn rested on Widow’s fist. The redhead villain hardly had time to process this before Katsumi kicked off the wall of the hallway, launching her knee back down into the elbow of the attacking arm.

Widow howled in surprised pain from the fluid counter-assault, sent stumbling and holding her arm. She swung a vicious, blind backhand as Katsumi leaned backward, arching her spin into almost a perfect semicircle and throwing her foot up for a kick on the way up, riding the momentum. Widow was still stunned by it as she pushed up with her hands, stretching her legs to touch her toes to the ceiling, kicking off again to smash the heel down on Widow’s skull.

The mercenary queen screamed out from this blow, felled to her knees and holding her throbbing head. Katsumi hopped into midair, a short leap just to free up both legs as she thrust out her left and kicked the unnaturally limber right into the back of Widow’s head, snapping her head forward to smash immediately into the awaiting knee. As she dropped, Katsumi spread her legs to nestle her warm crotch to straddle the back of Widow’s mess of red hair, Katsumi using her weight to further slam her head and chest down into the unforgiving metal floor.

Widow’s face bounced off the ground, lifting it slowly and weakly with her mouth open in dumbfounded awe. She’d hardly had time to let her body comprehend the pain and momentum delivered upon her poor body, let alone realize why her imminent victory had been so suddenly snatched away from her. She was flat on her stomach now, her strong and lovely nose and lip bloodied and a stupid, gaping expression left on her face.

Katsumi grabbed her by the hair in both hands, pulling suddenly to yank her off her feet in another fluid motion. It swung her in an arc and flung Widow back-first into a wall, clanging there hard enough to even dent the bullet-proof steel. Widow coughed loudly as her body writhed from the impact, only a moment before Katsumi was back on her and punching at super speed into her belly. Widow’s face was a mask of pain, unable to react to one before two more had hit her, rearranging her armored belly like the ninja was a talented and sadistic surgeon with her fists. Widow felt ready to vomit from the pummeling, and her mouth sprayed a burst of saliva messily over her pouty lips as if a practice for such an occurrence.

She tried to throw a punch in reply, but felt so dizzy and weak it was more like a pleading outstretched hand. Katsumi grabbed it and whirled the arm, tossing Widow overhead but managing to land steadily on her booted feet. Katsumi still held her arm and faced in front of her, grabbing the other limb and sliding under Widow’s black-clad legs. She stood awkwardly bent over, legs spread like a cabaret dancer showing off her ass and Katsumi balled up behind her, curled up on her back facing the enviable view.

“Le-let go,” Widow mumbled, still trying to get her bearings after so much forced relocation of her body.

“Not yet. I still need to get some revenge for something… 100 times over!” She arched her legs, and fired them in high kicks shot straight up into Widow’s crotch. The armor soaked up a shot or two, but the fact that she kept the shots coming like a jackhammer had the redhead’s whole body shaking, her pussy feeling like it if it was humping an earthquake, and tits jiggling harder and faster than she could have if she’d been trying. Her face was a mixed of shock, horror and pain at the pummeling, before Katsumi finally wound up a double kick that nailed her and sent her flying, landing face down holding her pussy and shapely ass up in the air.

Katsumi gave another short sigh, shaking out her arms. “Had enough? Thought so,” she chirped, spinning on her heel to head on with her mission.

Widow took a few moments to feel her legs again, but she had enough. Sport was one thing, but it was only fun when she won. She flicked her wrist, much like Katsumi drawing a knife or a smoke bomb, but instead drew a small but powerful pistol, only big enough to hold a few meager shots but all she would need to finish off some uppity foe that wouldn’t stay down.

As she raised it to the back of Katsumi’s head and fired, the busty little ninja turned again, cupping her palms by her bustline and thrusting out her palms, appearing to make a bright white ball of energy shoot out of her cleavage. The bullet seemed to vaporize in its wake, just before it hit Widow… and disappeared inside of Widow’s backside. There was a faint humming, but nothing else Widow could feel… which was just scaring her more.

“What did you do?” she asked desperately, Katsumi folding her arms to watch as Widow slowly began to spin. It was as if she was pinned to a roulette wheel behind her, whirling in an upward arc uncontrollably before twisting back down on the same curve. “Just taking you for a ride,” Katsumi said with a wave, the spiraling growing faster and faster. “What did you do!?” she howled again. Widow was a blur of black and red before long, just before an explosion went off and hurled her down the hall in a blinding flash. She sailed a good 50 feet before smacking into a wall, dropping out cold on the steel floor. At least her bottom half did. The blast had hit her hard enough to actually throw her upper body through the metal wall, laying there limply with nothing but her bare ass and legs showing, the eruption clearly having blown her armored clothing off.

Katsumi walked over, poking her butt to let it jiggle and make sure she wasn’t moving, but at least still alive. “Crazy bitch… nice ass, though,” she commented. Amidst the ruins of her bodysuit, though, she found a vial of the super drug she’d been talking about.

“Yep… says right there on the label. ‘Superdrug.’ That’s gotta be illegal.” She pondered it a moment before popping it out, drinking it down. She didn’t want to be this vulnerable and drained if there were any more guards left floating about that wouldn’t pee their panties at the sight of her.

Katsumi sniffed, turning down the hall. She saw a pair of guards there watching her, but she just went “Boo!” to get them to drop their guns and run. All the better. She was starting to feel sore after using all that energy, especially after all that fighting. She started to walk off when she had to dive aside, just before a bullet ricocheted off where she just stood.

She spun to find the beaten Victoria, looking so sore and torn up that apart from the rifle in her one good hand, she moved like a zombie. Not that Katsumi felt much better than she looked.

“You’re dead,” Victoria growled, heaving labored breaths visible as she was only left wearing her panties and a half-torn open bra. “We’re not done yet, you bitch!”

She aimed again at her, the gun braced between her arm and chest when from the side hall that Black Kat had burst from, a leg kicked the gun from her clumsy hands, sending it flying into the air.

Catching it, Eiko called out “No, it’s US who aren’t done!” She quickly dismantled the gun, dumping the clip and a few other vital bits out of it before swinging it like a club, the butt of the gun crashing across Victoria’s face. The weapon smashed to bits further on the impact, Eiko letting it fall to the ground.

“Oh gee,” Katsumi sighed, seeing her friend. “If I knew you were going to save yourself, I could have stayed home. Maybe go on a date, for once.”

Eiko laughed and hugged her battered friend tightly. “You know I couldn’t have taken half of these freaks. Come on. I’ve seen enough of this smelly old base.”

The girls went back outside,  though Katsumi regularly rerouting. She went about crippling the base; smashing computers, impaling cameras with her kunai, destroying the engines and moving parts on their vehicles. The top of it all peake with her piling up a load of guns, ammo, and supplies out in front of the island by Katsumi’s boat, ready to start a bonfire.

“There she is!” A voice barked at them, though Katsumi had heard their footsteps some time ago. The band of women marched over the island, a rough and tumble bunch that were all too familiar to both girls. There was the rest of the Valkerie Corps, the ones Katsumi had dispatched all that time ago in Eiko’s village. Some had clearly toughened up, either by fresh tattoos, bigger and more expensive looking weapons, or bigger muscles. Allison, the captain of the squad herself was back, the chesty and powerful blond now with dark brown hair. Something to do with failing the Aryan pride of the Valkyries, or something stupid like that, Katsumi figured.

“This is it, girls! The BITCH that ruined our good names!” Allison raved at them, loud enough for Katsumi to hear all the way at her dock. She folded her arm, smiling. This was going to be cute. “Let’s thank the bitch with a good ass-kicking, Valkyries! She showed us our limits so we could break them! She showed where our guns failed, so we could improve them! She pushed our bodies to the limits, so we could go beyond them! For all the hell she put us through; the beating, the shame, the training we went through to get back at her! Let’s give her some hell of her own!”

Eiko had by now slid aside to duck in the boat, as the furious, roaring women opened fire wildly at Katsumi. The stone and sand she stood on turned into smoke under the attack, torn up or simply incinerated by the intense heat of bullets, rockets, bombs and fire. When the smoke was so thick that one couldn’t see, or even breath within its cloud, the platoon cheered, throwing up their arms and raising their guns proudly.

“Hi!” Katsumi appeared from inside the smoke, poking her head out to smile at them. Their expressions just started to drop, but not as quickly as their equipment. Every gun, weapon, and piece of clothing on the women fell to shreds, torn apart by some unseen force of Katsumi’s lightning fast hands and blades. They all turned and fled screaming, some reduced to tears and shouting for mommies. Some were wide-eyed and mute in panic, shellshocked by whatever invisible attack she had unleashed on them.

“Guys! Where are you going? We're just getting started!" Katsumi called after them, giggling.

“...like Ragnarok itself,” one of the women mused. She and the other two floated from the air, landing amidst the crumbling base. It was well into ruins now, the fires and structure damage enough, but the bonfire of weapons and explosives did it in even sooner. Bodies were strewn about, but most of them alive, and simply embarrassed with their faces in the dirt and bare asses in the air.

"Looks like Natasha couldn't do finish the job.  It's to be expected.  She is, after all, a mere mortal," droned the second carelessly.

“Her looks and strength alike fall short to yours and ours, Kal.  Neither can this one's," said the third, easily lifting the unconscious Cat-Lady by her tail before dropping her back into the mess with her partner and her singed whip.

"Hmph, don't compare these sorry excuses for ‘superwomen’ to us.  We… WE are Goddesses."

"Ha!  Valkyries, as well?  I'll make sure Victoria gets a fun ride when she wakes and serves as the steed to a REAL valkyrie." The three women laughed in unison, as if practiced or linked somehow.

"Who is the one who did this to them?  Perhaps she will be worth a challenge."

"Hm....her name is Katsumi."

Power Woman, Super Lady, and Wonder Lady. again in unison, grinned wickedly at the name.