A Mother, a Daughter, and my Uncle. Then came Ara. Part 2
By marcuswriter3@gmail.com

Lady Ara decides to avenge a beaten man, but loses her fight in a totally 
humiliating manner, leading to an incredible never-before-seen transformation.


Lady Ara's voice stopped the two females in their tracks. They had heard urban 
myths regarding the gorgeous avenger but, like most people, had assumed the 
rumours were unfounded. Oh dear, they were very wrong indeed.

Ara had recently been involved in a most exacting challenge from a long
forgotten adversary, and she was severely damaged physically and mentally, 
though she wouldn't let that halt her inclinations if called upon. Indeed, it 
seemed that they were now loudly called upon, since she was privy to a snippet 
of information involving a sassy Mother, a bullying Daughter, and the intended 
destruction and humiliation of a most timid, innocent and forgiving male. 

Though Ara arrived at the scene too late to prevent the assault she was present 
now, and had ideas of revenge for the nasty cruel females. As she arrogantly stared 
at her new opponents, she soon realised they were both falsely imagining that as 
there were two of them, they were already granted an easy win. This made Ara 
smile and was glad of their misconception as it would clearly make for a much 
better assignation, and to administer her incredible strength and abilities on them 
would be all the more fun.

Though drained and exhausted in mind and body, Lady Ara succeeded in looking 
as fit and able as ever and possessed a ring of confidence that dispirited others 
before any confrontation had even begun. But still, the Mother and Daughter facing 
her did seem to be fairly bullish and even confident themselves, and so an 
interesting outcome was certainly imminent. 

Ara looked resplendent, almost a little casually indifferent, as she always did, in a 
light blue mini dress that clung to her as if its very existence depended on it. Her 
black shiny hair added that touch of beauty to a face that was as gorgeous as a film 
star's, with full pouting red lips that seemed to move in a seductive manner all of 
their own, a fine nose and dark eyes; eyes that could rip you apart as they 
scrutinised your every fibre. Ara had an angular face with a slender, though 
powerful neck, mighty arms that showed no sign of any ugly beefy overgrown 
muscles, legs that could squeeze a rhino unconscious, and the overall presentation 
was such an amazing spectacle to view. Her legs, standing a little apart from each 
other, allowed her thighs to exhibit themselves as independent living creatures that 
were so incredibly strong they needed no assistance from any other part of her 
body, many men and women, young and old, had succumbed to their unforgiving 
might.

Ara was smoking, very like the opposing two females, and yet Ara was always so 
very different from the norm. In her own typical style, she had two lit cigarettes 
in those welcoming lips and the smoke coming from them was absolutely steaming in 
sex appeal. She made everything look sensual, dirty, and totally craved for. 

Excited and showing signs of just finishing an arousing and brutal encounter with a 
man they had easily and violently demolished, Mina and Trudy were still breathing 
heavily with a sheen of sexy sweat over their entire bodies indicative of how much 
enjoyable effort they put into their assault. They giggled to each other as if they 
were acknowledging that this single woman was all that prevented them from 
walking away from their evil deed. In unison they thought there was little to this 
legend; though Ara was Amazonian certainly, they decided she was not of 
exceptional height and not massively bulky with ballooned iron muscles and 
should therefore not possess the necessary ingredients to defeat two tough street-
fighting ladies. 

Rather speedily, it was to be Trudy who took the initiative and, surprisingly, 
her Mother encouraged her with mockery and derision of the merciless assassin. 
Was this to be a very bold and stupid thing to partake in? As the young girl strode 
defiantly toward Ara there was a tensing of her adolescent sprightly muscles that 
alerted her intended victim of the very manner of her telegraphed attack stratagem.

Though Ara was below her usual magnificent fighting level, she still looked, and 
felt, formidable, incredibly able and unlike her opposition, fresh or fresh-ish. 
The two females were hardly tested in their demolition of the weak and feeble James, 
leaving him barely conscious as they had walked away from him, but even so, had 
exerted sufficient energy to make them both sweaty, sticky and, it has to be noted, 
a little less fresher than Ara, in fact they both had a sweetened body odour that 
was reasonably obvious to anyone within close quarters. 

Trudy mentioned this in an aside to her Mother, Mina, as she went head to head 
with the Goddess, who was waiting impatiently for an attack to begin. 'Hey Mum, 
this tart is gonna be sucking my sweat soon, ha ha, she'll love it, ha ha, smell 
these arm-pits, ha ha, they stink!' Trudy raised her arms and moved to sniff her 
own armpits in gesture as to what she intended to force upon Ara, 

'Make sure she gets a whiff of those feet of yours too, Trudy darling; you know 
how you really smell there, ha ha ha!' They were indeed two similarly nasty people 
and were suited as Mother and Daughter. 

Trudy jauntily moved herself closer to her would-be victim and aimed a right 
handed strike at her, 'Eat this, bitch!' Trudy's fist flew quickly at her opponent 
and, st surprisingly, it hit. It caught Ara on the cheek, leaving an instant red 
mark, and visibly shook her due to the speed and accuracy. Mina yelled in delight 
and Trudy herself laughed as she noticed the gorgeous dark eyes of the Goddess 
squinting in pain, then she took a step back from the young schoolgirl. 

Another furiously fast, fine straight punch from the bullying girl slammed against 
Ara's face, forcing spit from her twisted mouth, and knocking both cigarettes from 
those luscious lips. It was already becoming clear that the beautiful lady was surely 
experiencing heavy match fatigue after her recent colossal mission that tested her 
to the full. This last huge punch from the young girl dropped Ara to one knee and 
Trudy quickly exploited the situation by executing a violent headlock on the dazed 
beautiful woman. 

Holding her vice-like, and smiling toward her Mother, she was enraptured at the 
success that was currently hers. 'Hey Mum, you wanna piece of this old whore? I'll 
hold her neck and you grab her legs, we'll split her in two, ha ha ha!' 

Mina raced over and reached down for the two legs that were usually so 
devastatingly aggressive and a threat to all adversaries. However, there was little 
resistance as Mina picked up both ankles and pulled them toward her while Trudy 
kept an agonising hold on Ara's neck. They now had her painfully stretched out and 
many muffled expletives were emanating from the trapped and seemingly helpless 
beauty: 'Mphh, lemt mme ghoo, yoo cundz!' 

Trudy laughed with such a bellow that her Mother couldn't help but let herself get 
carried away and start laughing herself as they both continued to slowly pull Ara 
away from each other. The gorgeous mini dress that the Goddess was attired in 
began to raise itself up her body and Trudy was spiteful in her commentary now, as 
she felt completely victorious. 'Hey Mum, look; the fucking bitch has leather 
knickers on! They look too good on her, I'm having those off her!' 

The underwear looked very exciting on Ara, but then again, anything did as she 
always looked so utterly amazing. The maroon leather was shiny and they were a 
decidedly small pair, creating the fantastic sexy exhibition that Ara always insisted 
on. Mina was pulling those strong muscular smooth legs with real gusto now and 
Ara was compelled to scream in heightened hurt as Trudy now pulled the 
Goddesses head away from the direction of her Mother, craning Ara's neck back to 
snapping point with considerable force. After ten intense minutes of this, both 
females deriding, tormenting and torturing their enemy, they let her 
unceremoniously crash to the floor. 

Ara groaned as the slapping sound of her body hit the deck. Her eyes were 
closed, her neck red raw and her legs were shaking a little as, slightly raised at 
the knee off of the ground, they clamoured for respite and recovery. There would be 
none at this particular juncture. 

Trudy immediately reverse face-sat Ara, planting her black knicker-clad arse 
directly onto the gorgeous strained face of the fallen beauty and Mina sat herself, 
knees up for maximum weight load, on the washboard abdomen of the victim, 
bouncing for good measure now and again. All three women now had their 
underwear exposed, were each heavily breathing, and sweating profusely. There 
was crying from under Trudy's arse and laughing from the two victorious seated 
ladies. 

'Are you still wanking, you pervert in the bushes, ha ha ha? You wanna see more? 
Well, stick around, we ain't going nowhere, ha ha!' Trudy was absolutely delirious 
in her mockery of the trapped woman under her. 'I can't believe my little girl is 
sitting on the legend's face; I'm so proud of you. Make sure her nose is in the crack 
of your arse Trudy!' 

It was an unbelievable scene as the victory was not only swinging the way of the 
two, but it had been done in such a record time; they had the gorgeous Goddess 
under them and they were humiliating her like no other female ever had prior to 
this encounter. Trudy raised her knees, both for extra pressure and to emulate her 
Mother's seated position, and proudly raised her arms as her Mother did the same. 
Ara could clearly be heard, muffled, begging for help, and crying incessantly. 

The ladies were not moving and Mina ordered their previously beaten weakling, 
James, to get over to them with cigarettes, as they wanted to toast their victory. 
James instantly obeyed, and began to crawl as best he could with a half packet of 
cigarettes and a lighter in order to please his new Mistresses. The battered man 
sighed as he viewed Ara's predicament, having to be under any young schoolgirl 
must have been her most devastatingly embarrassing position ever. James placed 
the cigarettes in the respective big red lips of both seated females and was then 
ordered to light them. They each inhaled as he went from one to the other lighting 
their cigarettes, and they each blew so much smoke into his face that once again he 
was forced to suppress his coughing while they just giggled.

For a good quarter-hour, Ara was used as human furniture for the bullying bitches 
that sat upon her as they smoked their cigarettes. James stood by, injured though he 
still was, to serve what ever needs they insisted upon. The schoolgirl Daughter and 
her evil Mother were laughing and joking at how easily they had subdued the 
legendary assassin now serving as their chair, how they both had pressed their full 
weight on the unfortunate lady as she continued to cry and moan at the discomfort 
the two witches were causing her, and how the shiny maroon leather knickers Ara 
wore were left completely on show for the females to view and comment on, Mina 
touching them periodically, and the boy in the bushes to amuse himself him over as 
he plied his own entertainment. 

'Well, Mum, we have beaten the so-called mythical bitch, ha ha, she's worshipping 
my arse right now! How do we finish it?' Trudy loved the dominating and humiliation 
and Mina adored the physical hurting of others, though sometimes, the females did 
swap their roles and enjoyed the other's favoured pleasure just as much. 

Then, without warning, Mina punched Ara hard in the stomach. This would normally 
have had little effect on the incredibly strong woman, but it seems the Goddess was 
more weakened than she was aware of due to her recent encounter at the warehouse, 
and felt the punch like anyone might. She winced and attempted to lift her knees up 
almost on reflex, but was unable to as Mina had sat back onto Ara's smooth creamy thighs 
and prevented such a manoeuvre. Her sore abused head shot up, but was able to move no 
more than a few centimetres as Trudy's arse was sitting on it most firmly. Mina leveled 
several more violent punches at the stomach that was wilting with every contact made. 

Trudy laughed so much as her Mother laid punch after punch on their prisoner, 
'Mum, ha ha, I'm gonna fart if you don't stop hitting her! Ha ha ha!' With that a 
loud brraapp! sound was heard and, indeed, the wild schoolgirl had farted right on 
the face of Ara and was reveling in her accomplishment. 

'Mum! I just farted on her face, ha ha, she's smelling it now! Ha ha, are you 
enjoying the stench bitch? Ha ha, I'll try and do some more for you!' What with the 
smell of Trudy's farting and the sweat she was enduring from the arse and thighs of 
the mean spirited young lady, Ara was a shattered state of a woman. The laughter 
at this outrageous and utterly humiliating occurrence was bitter for Ara to endure; 
she was unable to conjure up the enormous strength she usually possessed and deal 
with her two meagre assailants. Ara's face was contorted with the weight of the 
schoolgirl's arse on her face so heavy, and the smell of the fart Trudy had let off 
as she sat so arrogantly on her, hands on hips, cigarette dangling from her red lips. 
Ara was sobbing almost uncontrollably now and, more alarmingly, she was now 
getting quite used to being debased in this manner. 

After forty minutes of relentless punishment that the two nasty females had
forced upon her, Ara felt Mina raise her weight from her thighs; the relief
was such a pleasure, though she received several hard kicks to various parts
of her legs from the vicious Mother. Trudy was a little slower in alighting as
she wanted to fart again in Ara's face. 

She soon succeeded in this and added her vitriolic barbs too: 'Wait! Here, ha ha, 
have another fart in your face you fucking bitch, ha ha!' Indeed, two more long  
'braaap's were heard as loud as the first and the smells were just as bad too, 
according to Ara's grimacing face that was now being viewed as Trudy hovered 
slightly above her, affording optimum exhibition of the Goddess's sobbing, 
humiliated and fart-sniffing face. Then Trudy ordered Ara to kiss her stinking 
knickers or she would land on her nose and break it. Ara reluctantly lifted her 
aching head up slightly and kissed the material that Trudy wore, several times. 
The vicious schoolgirl then removed her arse completely from the sobbing wreck to 
a chorus of derision from Mother and Daughter. They were now covering their 
previously exhibited knickers as they smoothed their respective apparel down in an 
effort to gain composure. Flinging their cigarettes down onto Ara's weary battered 
body, they spat at her and then, quite nonchalantly, walked off arm in arm,  
shouting something back to the exhausted boy in the bushes as they went.

They walked away slowly, and were in a type of drunken state as they related
moments of both their victories over man and woman with their sadistic evil
tortures. Just then, as before, a voice stopped them in their tracks; a voice like 
before and yet somewhat different. 'Hey, you bitches. Where do you think you're 
going? I've only just begun to enjoy this. Get your fucking arses back here now!' 
The voice was loud and deep and so authoritative that they obediently turned 
around to see the marvelous spectacle that awaited them.

James was still on his knees, head slightly bowed, blood and bruises still evident
from his brawl with the duo. But he was next to someone who wasn't there before. 
There was another, most definitely a female but surely not Ara, though there was a 
distinct similarity. 

A woman, a true Amazon, was standing beside the beaten man. She was around six 
feet nine inches tall, must have weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds, and 
was tremendously muscular. She was stunning in her attractiveness, but looked 
frighteningly mean and positively angry. This giant woman, who looked so perfect 
in her proportion, was a sizzling beauty, but one could tell there was no messing 
with this creature. She wore a real leopard-skin mini dress, hold-up fish-net 
stockings, and leopard-skin boots, probably size twenty! She had a blaze of blue in 
the front part of her hair, identical to the blue that was in Lady Ara's mini dress, 
and though her face was so like Ara's it was full of hatred and a strength that held 
it apart from anyone the two females had ever seen before.

'Get the fuck back here. I'm going to put you through purgatory and take you to 
hell. Welcome!'

The giant Amazon walked toward the two females, her body a mass of 
synchronized muscle and strength as she moved; an almighty and intimidating 
sight to behold. 

It was the very first appearance of this conjured-up Titan that had apparently been 
produced from nothingness. But this was actually a manifestation created by Ara in 
her terror; terror as a child, terror at the hands of her warehouse encounter, and 
culminating here, terror at the hands of the Mother and Daughter. This had been the 
spark needed to incur the terrifying emergence of D'bar, the alter ego of Lady Ara; 
the legendary assassin.

D'bar had been years in the making, ever since Ara was a very young girl and 
witnessed the sickening murders of her step-parents in vile, sadistic and sick 
torturous methods, methods that shaped Ara's future. It had brought her to this ... ...