Karate Girls Unlimited  by SleepWalker In which the commander gives a demonstration and Bond gets taken advantage of! © 2002 by SleepWalker bob102655@yahoo.com Chapter 3: Raped! Sabrina and Giselle were taking a tour of the grounds. Scattered throughout the green, grassy compound were knots of scantily clad girls gathered around some unseen spectacle within. The two women sauntered up to one such cluster. The circle of girls parted when they caught sight of the commander and her aide, some bowing slightly. Sabrina nodded and turned her attention to the scene before her. The girls were encircling a blue wrestling mat. A fit, muscular young man was lying prone, writhing and groaning in the middle. Above him, bouncing on the balls of her feet was a slender girl in G-string, her hands flattened and extended. Another woman, slightly older and wearing a narrow, high-cut thong, also stood within and was giving instruction. "Nice work," the instructor was saying. "Use the heel of your hand and keep the fingers fully straightened. Like this." She hoisted the dazed man to his feet. He was dressed only in a blue Speedo bikini and beads of sweat dotted his tanned legs, which wobbled badly. She held him up with one hand and cocked the other beside her ear, bringing her arm across her chest. Suddenly she unleashed a stunning backhand chop to his unprotected neck. He grunted, pitched forward and collapsed against the woman's glistening body. "And don't forget to follow through. Then use the natural recoil of the blow to ready yourself for the next chop," added Sabrina, striding on long legs into the ring. The two girls snapped to attention, then withdrew as the commander bent down and grabbed the hapless male contestant. "Like this," she said and pulled the semiconscious man once again to his feet. "Hi yah!" she yelled and delivered a vicious open-handed chop to the man's visibly bruised neck. Sabrina watched his whole body stiffen, then just as quickly soften as if melting. He fell at her feet, his head coming to rest on one of her stiletto-heeled shoes, whereupon a small stream of drool oozed onto the shiny black leather. "Damn!" cursed Sabrina. "I hate it when that happens!" The instructor offered her a white rag, which the commander took gratefully. As she bent to wipe the spittle from her shoe, the other girls drank in the view of her tight round ass perched provocatively in the air. Two girls from the audience entered the ring and dragged the limp form of the man out while Sabrina and Giselle left the group to continue their slow-paced stroll. "The problem," Sabrina was saying, "is that we don't have enough men to keep pace with enrollment. The world's best female agents are coming here to train with real men, and our supply is running low. That's your next mission, Giselle. Take fifty of your best fighters. Jade will be your co-leader. By the way, where the hell is Jade, anyway? Isn't she finished with Mr. Bond yet? It's almost noon!" *          *            *            *            *            * Jade was on verge of coming. She was trying to maintain the correct rhythm, lifting herself, then grinding her hips down violently against the unconscious man underneath her. But she was momentarily distracted and cursed her luck: Bond was waking up. Bond slowly became aware of the violent motion above him, which he at first assumed was an earthquake. But as the woman's firm, rounded breasts and hourglass torso came into focus, he realized he was being raped. He recognized her as the Asian girl who had knocked him out cold in the corridor. She was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, her head thrown back as she sighed loudly with each downward thrust of her hips. Bond dared a closer inspection and discovered she hadn't removed her thin black G-string, but had only pulled it aside to admit his swollen member. And she was still wearing her shiny black heels which were, at the moment, tucked under the backs of her shapely, fleshy thighs. A closer inspection of his own body revealed that all four of his limbs were handcuffed to the corners of the bed. Jade brought her head forward in mid-thrust, looked down at her victim through squinted eyes and was alarmed to find him looking back at her. "Did I give you permission to wake up?" she asked, piqued. "Who decided nap time was over?" With that, she stretched her strong torso to its full length, clasped the sides of both breasts, pressed them sensuously together and let out a long moan. "Have you ever been put to sleep by a woman's breasts?" she asked with an evil grin on her face. She lowered herself onto him and immediately her breasts enveloped his nose and mouth, cutting off his breath. He tried to inhale, but was met only by the mass of her flesh surrounding him. Within seconds he was feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen. She did not relent, however, and pressed her breasts into his face, sealing his nose and mouth within.  Bond could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. Jade sensed him growing faint beneath her and increased the pace of her thrusts. Up and down, she rode the length of his cock, lifting herself quickly, then letting herself grind down hard against his member. Bond, meanwhile, had grown faint and weak beneath her and was on the verge of passing out. Jade must have sensed his impending slide into unconsciousness, for she suddenly shouted, "Oh, God! I'm coming! I just love knocking you out, Mr. Bond!" Bond knew he was going out. The world became fuzzy, then entirely black as he faded into welcome sleep. As Jade felt his body relax beneath her and go limp, she came violently, ejaculating a stream of pungent juice onto his cock. "I really must learn to do that with a guy who's awake sometime," she mused. Then she let her lean body sink down on top of her sleeping victim.