Chance in Snowflake's Hell
by Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
A genetically altered woman battles lady ninjas and killer robots.


This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons is only a figment of
your imaginations. Let's face it, we all wish these babes were real! Anyway,
they're not, so go take a nice cold shower.

BABES IN SPYLAND III:

CHANCE IN SNOWFLAKE'S HELL

(c) 1997 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is the story of a genetically altered female who is not
only a perfect physical specimen, but also has psychic abilities. She was
created by the US government to be the ultimate espionage agent, although her
creator/father, the late Dr. Smitrovich, didn't know that at the time. She was
seized by an ultra-secret anti-terrorist government agency, the Aegis Group,
and (ultimately, but against her will) trained in martial arts and other forms
of combat, although she refuses to kill anybody, which drives the head of the
AG, General Armitage Winsome, absolutely nuts. By the way, her name is Jessica
Chance and this is her encounter with a deadly businesswoman named Dr. Koyuki
Takagashi.

She paused in front of the gilded double doors and, after slightly adjusting
her hair and removing her shoes and placing them on the mat next to the doors,
pressed the doorbell. A gong echoed from somewhere within the enormous mansion
and she was a bit startled when the door unlocked with a slightly ominous
click and swung slowly inward.

Jessica peered inside, but the entrance hall was empty. Well, she said to
herself as she stepped cautiously inside, you figured this was going to be a
trap.

She vividly recalled her recent encounters with Dr. Takagashi, at the request
of General Winsome, of course. It seemed that the Aegis Group was now
interested in what they termed 'economic terrorism,' as well as the more
traditional blow-up-anyone-who-disagrees-with-you type, and Dr. Takagashi was
apparently guilty of some of the worst "attacks" against American businesses.
While it was an undisputable fact that Dr. Takagashi's business endeavors had
indeed grown incredibly over the past few years as rival American companies
went bankrupt, no one had been able to pinpoint any specific illegal, or even
questionable, actions on Dr. Takagashi's part, unless one considers possessing
amazing market savvy criminal. Apparently, the General did.

He ordered Jessica to meet Dr. Takagashi and to "get in her mind and uncover
some dirt on her that could be used to slow her down and allow suffering
Americans a fair shot." While she balked at his twisted sense of fairness,
since he had it in his power to harm, even kill, the former Project Angel team
members, she agreed to travel to Japan and do what she could.

She had been introduced to Dr. Takagashi at a dinner party as a consultant to
American entrepreneurs trying to make it in the unpredictable, and sometimes
volatile, Asian markets and had gotten the Japanese woman to agree to a lunch
date to discuss her methods and how they might be modified to fit the American
market. Jessica hinted that after years of unofficially embargoing Japanese
products, President Hemdale was considering opening the US's borders to allow
more equitable Asian trading.

The glint in Dr. Takagashi's brown eyes signaled Jessica that, even without
being able to read the woman's thoughts, she was clearly interested in taking
on a more unrestricted American market. Jessica, sure that the hook was set,
then made her excuses and left the party, leaving her prey free to roam and
discover what she could about the newcomer from America. Thanks to the
technical wizards at the Aegis Group, she "discovered" that Jessica had been
instrumental in the recent turnaround of several large corporations that had
seemed on the brink of economic destruction and had personally taken a
small-time computer software firm and made it into one of the true giants of
that competitive field within three years.

She had to hand it to the General: He was a devious bastard, but he was also
extremely thorough. Dr. Takagashi would find no evidence to dispute any of
what she learned, and no small amount which indeed corroborated it.

By the time they met for lunch two days later, Dr. Takagashi was absolutely
convinced that Jessica was her key to breaking into the American markets and
was intrigued by the woman's ability to remain practically anonymous while
retaining so much power.

Jessica had arrived on time and been told that Dr. Takagashi had been delayed
but would be joining her shortly. Jessi knew full well that she was being lied
to in order for several prominent business people whom Dr. Takagashi had flown
in that morning to identify her. As she was escorted to her table, Jessica
ignored the video camera hidden in the ceiling's intricate detail, although
she did glance up once to give the viewers a good look at her.

The Americans of course identified her and, satisfied, Dr. Takagashi made her
entrance and her apologies. She was a very stunning woman, Jessica noticed as
she watched her approach the table. Long, jet-black hair framed a
light-skinned face. Her eyes were slanted, naturally, and a deep shade of
mahogany. Her lips were thin but exquisitely shaped. Her frame was equally
fashioned, as was clearly visible despite the high-necked, long-sleeved silk
dress. Indeed, the dress hugged her body, revealing the taut abdominals and
the round, alert breasts, which were larger than those of the typical Asian
woman. But then, Jessica reminded herself as Dr. Takagashi sat down, nothing
about this particular woman is typical.

Once more, Jessi found herself unable to establish a psychic link with the
Asian, although she had no difficulty reading the thoughts of the restaurant's
other patrons. Puzzled, and a bit concerned, she nevertheless didn't hesitate
to accept when Koyuki--She had insisted that Jessi stop calling her Dr.
Takagashi halfway through the lunch--invited her to come to her home that
evening so that they "could discuss such important matters in a more sedate
setting."

Before heading over to Koyuki's estate, Jessi had discovered what she hoped
was simply a coincidence, but feared was something much more sinister: Most of
Koyuki's rivals had suffered some sort of personal tragedy within the past few
years, after which they had been less aggressive in their business dealings,
particularly in relation to acquiring new holdings, leaving the field a lot
less cluttered and allowing Koyuki, more often than not, to snatch up
promising companies for a fraction of what they were worth.

Of course, there was no solid link between the tragedies and Koyuki, and, as
far as she was able to discern, no investigation by any law enforcement
agency, national or international, was currently underway. She hated to admit
it, but it appeared as if the General's instincts may have been right about
Koyuki: She wasn't playing fair, after all. Maybe, Jessi sternly reminded
herself. Now she was more determined than ever to discover the truth.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind her, snapping her out of her revery,
and she felt hundreds of tiny pinpricks all over her body as the walls of the
room fell away to reveal countless tiny tubes. They look like blowguns! she
thought with an inward shudder, feeling a bit strange.

Convinced now that Koyuki was more than a highly successful business mogul,
and that she had indeed walked into a trap, she quickly stripped out of her
powder blue evening gown and revealed that beneath it she was wearing a thong
bodysuit made of black fishnet. She flexed the muscles of her 5'10" frame and
removed the combs from her hair, allowing her red tresses to fall gently about
her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes surveyed the room for any signs of
further treachery, but found none.

Feeling a bit dizzy, she leaned against the door for support. It was then that
Koyuki spoke to her from a hidden speaker.

"Good evening, Jessica. I'm so pleased that you were able to make it. I hope
my home amuses you...before it kills you."

"What are you talking about, Koyuki? Why would you want to kill me? I can help
you, remember?" Jessica said, trying to sound frightened.

"Oh, do cut the consultant-to-the-stars-of-the-business-world routine,
Jessica. I've known exactly who you are from the moment those witnesses broke
down and revealed the Aegis Group's entire plot after our lunch. Right before
they died."

"Big mistake, Koyuki," Jessi taunted, at the same time trying to concentrate
her own psychic abilities on relieving her dizziness. "Now you've given the
authorities something solid to pin on you."

"Sadly, the plane on which they were traveling back to America crashed into
the ocean, due to mechanical failure, it will be found. There were no
survivors."

"What have you done to me?" Jessica suddenly demanded, realizing with mounting
panic that she was unable to utilize any of her enhanced mental powers.

"Ahh, so you've finally noticed. Those myriad tiny darts which struck you were
in reality miniature electronic transmitters, which by now have worked
themselves deep within your body. You see, Jessica, I discovered some years
ago that if a certain frequency is broadcast it will disrupt enough neural
pathways to make any sort of psychic activity impossible. I have carried a
portable transmitter with me at all times ever since learning of the
development of people like you in my own government, just as a precaution."

"Lucky me," Jessi sighed, feeling the dizziness subsiding. "I'm surprised you
haven't been working on your own version of me."

"I've been busy pursuing other avenues, as you will soon discover for
yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jessica shouted, but this time there was no
response. "Koyuki?" Nothing.

With a resigned shrug, she made her way across the empty room and opened the
only other door. Only other visible door, she corrected. I'm sure this place
is filled with hidden doors and secret passages.

She opened the door and discovered that it lead to a long hallway, bordered on
both sides by tapestries which covered the walls from the ceiling to the
floor, with a single door at the end.

Jessi briefly considered trying to discover another exit, but decided that it
would probably be a waste of time.

As she started down the hallway, the door behind her slammed shut and she
realized that this was going to be a strictly one-way journey, no backtracking
allowed. She was about halfway down the hall when the tapestries fell on her,
practically crushing her with their enormous weight. As if that in itself
wasn't bad enough, the floor beneath her turned into a sort of gooey mass,
holding the carpets fast and preventing her from throwing them off. Her bare
feet also felt that the floor had become quite warm and she surmised that
there were heating units beneath it which were responsible for the change in
temperature and for its transformation from solid mass to sticky nightmare.

As she strained to move the heavy wall hangings, she found that breathing was
becoming more and more difficult, and that the harder she pushed up the deeper
she sunk into the floor, which was now roughly the consistency of thick
molasses. Her feet and lower legs informed her that the heating units were
still on, so, taking a deep breath of what air remained trapped beneath the
carpets with her, she bent over and plunged headfirst into the nearly liquid
floor, kicking against the tapestries with her feet to force her below the
surface completely.

Then, she began to swim through the slimy compound toward the door at the far
end of the hallway. The going was difficult and she had to pump her arms
furiously, tearing at the mixture, as opposed to truly swimming through it, to
make any sort of progress. Occasionally, she would encounter solid masses
which she assumed were globs of the stuff which hadn't liquefied yet, and used
them to advance herself through the thick concoction. Below her, she could
just barely discern a slight warmth, which she took to be the heating units,
and she was grateful for it.

Until it disappeared.

With a silent cry of frustration, tinged with fear, she doubled her exhausting
efforts and clawed her way forward, her legs kicking furiously behind her.

Without the heat from the units to keep the substance soft, it quickly began
to harden around her and she was afraid that she would end up like a fly that
has been sealed in amber. Then, her hand struck something solid and she kicked
and thrust her way upward with renewed energy, fueled by the desperation for
fresh air.

Her lungs practically bursting, she felt her hand emerge from the sticky
compound, now more like butter than molasses, and with one final burst of
energy scrambled from the deadly pool and lay gasping for breath next to the
door.

Feeling the gooey mixture hardening, still threatening to encase her in its
suffocating embrace, she stiffly stood up and did her best to clear it away
from her face and then the rest of her, with limited success.

"Well done, Jessica," said Koyuki's voice from another hidden speaker. "I
salute your ingenuity and reward you with a hot bath to remove the rest of my
little treat from your body."

"What's the catch, Koyuki?" Jessica questioned as a hidden panel slid open to
reveal a large room which contained a steaming pool.

"No catch. This is my way of honoring a valiant sister warrior for succeeding
where so many others have failed."

Hearing a sound behind her, Jessica turned and saw that the tapestries had
disappeared without a trace, and that bright, white lights had been turned on
beneath the re-hardened floor, clearly illuminating the dozens of bodies
trapped within it. The sudden, sickening realization that what she had thought
were patches of yet-unsoftened floor had been in reality the bodies of
Koyuki's previous victims filled her with loathing and, not caring if it was
another trap or not, she ran into the revealed room and threw herself headlong
into the pool.

Upon contact with the soothing, tepid water the goo clinging to her had
instantly fallen away, dissolving completely in the swirling water.

Jessica allowed herself a few moments of soaking, to not only relax her
exhausted muscles, but also in the hope that the water would short-circuit the
countless transmitters within her and allow her to regain her psychic
abilities for the remainder of her journey through this house of horrors.

As if reading her thoughts, Koyuki's voice informed her, "Don't worry about
the transmitters getting harmed by the water. They're quite indestructible, I
assure you. It would take a lightning bolt to destroy the little dears, but,
of course, that would destroy you as well. And besides, the forecast calls for
clear skies tonight. Ready to continue?"

"Would it matter if I said I wasn't?" Jessica replied, emerging from the pool
and happy at least that she did feel somewhat revitalized. In answer, the pool
behind her suddenly began to boil furiously while a clear covering, shaped
like a bowl, rose from one end and completely enclosed it.

"Personally, I've always preferred stir-frying to steaming," Jessica mused
aloud as she made her way back out into the hallway.

She wasn't too surprised to find that tapestries were back on the wall and the
floor looked exactly as it had when she first entered the room. She didn't
even bat an eyelash when the door to the bath slid closed behind her.

Opening the door she found an extremely large gymnasium, complete with
weights, pads strewn about the hardwood floor, punching bags, and other
assorted workout equipment. Directly across from her was the single visible
door.

Alert for anything suspicious, she cautiously entered the room, ignoring the
door which slammed shut behind her, and made her way past the weights and onto
the largest pad in the center of the room.

Suddenly, tiles in the ceiling slid open and a dozen figures dropped down,
surrounding her.

The newcomers were all women, and all wearing skin-tight black bodysuits. But,
unlike Jessi's, theirs were made from some sort of vinyl or spandex and
extended to the midway point on both the upper thigh and the upper forearm.
Also unlike the black fishnet outfit which Jessi was wearing, these were
missing the material from the top of the breasts to the lower abdomen in the
front, revealing their cleavage and rippling middles. Predictably, they were
all wearing masks which hid their faces, except for the raven eyes, but
allowed the dark, pony-tailed hair to hang freely.

Each of them was also carrying some sort of weapon: nunchaku, chigiriki,
kusarigama, katana, bo, tonfa, and various others which she was sure they
could each use with deadly accuracy.

"Ninjas, Koyuki?" she said derisively. "I'm disappointed that you would stoop
to a tired old cliche after your more creative attacks."

"Not 'ninjas,' Jessica," Koyuki's voice corrected her, "rather 'fujinjas.'
And, I assure you that these are anything but tired."

Cute, Jessica thought to herself, wishing she had grabbed one or two of the
weights when she'd had the chance.

She tensed herself and not for the first time that evening wished she could
bring her psychic abilities into play, particularly the ability to read minds.

Then, the first of the fujinja's attacked and Jessica went into a pure
adrenalin rush, acting almost exclusively on the instincts which had been
instilled during her reluctant martial arts training at the hands of one of
the General's cronies.

She was almost grateful for that training as she ducked beneath a sword thrust
and simultaneously halted another attacker with a kick to her gut and caught
still another with a cobra-strike to the knee, which left the woman lying on
her back and holding her injured joint. It also left her nunchaku within
Jessi's reach and she grabbed it and quickly whipped it around her, forcing
the warriors to slightly retreat.

For good measure, she snapped the wooden rod and rendered the downed woman
unconscious with a single blow to her masked head.

One down, eleven to go, Jessica said to herself, knocking aside a thrust from
a yari with her captured weapon.

But, as she fended off a bo attack, by looping another fujinja's tonfa around
the chain of her weapon and redirecting the blow to land instead on the woman
with the staff, and then taking out the tonfa-wielding fujinja with a
well-placed kick to the head while she was still off-balance, one of the
fujinja's had managed to sneak up behind her. She quickly looped the steel
wire of her garrote over Jessi's head and jerked it taut around her throat.
Or, she would have, if Jessi hadn't managed to slide her left hand in between
the deadly wire and her neck at the last second. As it was, the wire bit
painfully into her hand, but was prevented from strangling her.

Seeing that she was occupied for the moment, the eight remaining fujinjas
quickly took advantage of the situation. One flung several deadly, silver
shuriken which Jessica barely managed to deflect with her nunchaku, leaving
three fujinjas howling in pain. Another charged with her naginata, driving the
tip of the sword directly at Jessi's chest. Jessica twisted her body out of
the way, however, calling for her would-be strangler to do the same in perfect
Japanese. A second later the sword slid harmlessly between the two women and
before the weapon's wielder could withdraw it, Jessica had reached over her
shoulder and, grabbing hold of the back of her assailant's neck, a generous
amount of her ebony hair clutched between her fingers for good measure,
bending over, had flipped the startled fujinja into her companion, causing her
to release the garrote in the process.

Jessica quickly knocked out the two downed women with lightning chops to the
back of their necks, and then, for good measure, picked up the discarded sword
and used it to keep the others at bay while she sidled over to where the three
fujinja lay moaning. One had a shuriken in her thigh and two had the throwing
stars in their upper bodies; one woman's right breast had been pierced and the
other was bleeding from a deep hole in her left shoulder.

As Jessica cautiously approached, the one who had the shoulder injury suddenly
pulled the shuriken free and flung it at Jessica's head. She barely had time
to bring the nunchaku up and catch it in the hard wood. As the other two
fujinja likewise began to remove their own shurikens, Jessi leaped over and
quickly sent all three to dreamland with a trio of flicks from her wrist.

Eight down, four to go, smiled Jessica to herself.

Suddenly, the one with the kusarigama moved in and whipped the chained sickle
at the American, who was forced to block the deadly weapon with her sword.
Meanwhile, the fujinja with the chigiriki also closed in and swung her chained
ball at Jessica, forcing her to intercept that with the sword as well. Then,
with the chains from both weapons wrapped around the blade of the naginata,
Jessica tumbled backwards, dragging both fujinjas forward, and then kicked out
with both feet, catching both women in the belly. Jessica then threw her body
weight forward, landing neatly on her feet, and brought the sword up beneath
the chins of the staggered women, connecting her fists, which were still
holding the sword's blade, with both their chins and knocking them to their
backs. She then finished them off with two more quick chops to the head.

Ten down, two to go. She nodded satisfactorily as she stood up.

Before she realized what was happening the two remaining fujinjas, having
abandoned their weapons, rushed her and knocked her backward and into a heavy
bag, driving the air from her exhausted frame. Then, as one rocked her with
sharp, quick blows to the head and gut, the other forced her arms over her
head and tied them to the chain which suspended the bag.

A moment later the two fujinjas stood before her and watched with obvious
amusement as she struggled to free herself. Then, they began to work her over
as if she were the bag. One would lash out with a foot to the side of her jaw
while the other rained kicks on her chest and abdomen. Then, they would switch
tactics, making sure that both sides of her body were equally brutalized by
the devastating kicks.

After several dozen exchanges, they reverted to punching. But not the heavy,
deliberate blows of boxers, rather the quick jabs and dizzying combinations of
traditional karate, using the sides of their hands and their fingertips,
numbing some parts of her body while accentuating the pain in others.

When Jessica at long last cried out and then went limp, the two fujinjas
stopped and turned to find an appropriate weapon with which to finish her off.
In that instant Jessica brought her legs up and around both of their heads and
then closed her thighs, slamming their heads into each other. She then slid
her legs down the bodies of the stunned women and tightened them around their
middles, pinning all four of their arms in the same move. As Jessi continued
to increase the pressure, thankful that they had ignored her legs for the most
part, the two women began to gasp for breath and to struggle even more
furiously to escape, slightly prying open the American's legs by exerting all
the strength they could to freeing their arms. With an amazing burst of
strength, however, Jessi not only managed to re-close her legs, but to also
lock her ankles, causing the fujinjas to cry out as their rib cages were
compressed almost to the point of breaking.

Jessi then let up slightly on the pressure, allowing the two women to gulp in
fresh air before tightening her legs again.

"You know that I can kill you if I choose," she informed them in Japanese.
They nodded cautiously. "And I will choose to do so if you do not agree to
untie me." She squeezed even harder, receiving squeals of pain from her
prisoners as a reward. "Will you untie me?" she demanded, letting up for a
moment. When the two women's only response was to look at each other, Jessi
renewed the pressure, bringing more squeals. "Will you untie me?" she
repeated, increasing the pressure with each word for added emphasis.

"We will untie you," they both gasped.

"On your honor?" Jessi asked, once more demonstrating her seriousness with
intense squeezing.

"We swear by our ancestors that we will untie you!" they whined.

"And you will not try to kill me again before you have done so?" she added as
a final precaution, realizing that they might very well untie her, and still
keep their word in the process, after they had killed her. This time, she
swore she could hear their ribs cracking as she really poured on the pressure.

"Yes! Aaaieee! Yes! May the Goddess punish us for all eternity if we try to
harm you before you are free!!!" one of them shrieked. The other had
apparently passed out as her head hung limply on her chest.

Satisfied, Jessica opened her legs and both women collapsed at her feet. The
ragged breathing of both told her that while they might indeed have some
well-deserved internal injuries, neither was fatally damaged. Without waiting
for Jessica to remind her, the lone conscious fujinja climbed unsteadily to
her feet, her left arm cradling her bruised, possibly cracked, maybe broken,
ribs, and with obvious pain reached up and untied the rope which held Jessica
captive.

Before Jessica had even lowered her arms, the woman collapsed next to her
companion, out cold.

"I had no idea you could be so brutal, Jessica," Koyuki said through hidden
speakers.

"That was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you, Koyuki," Jessica
snarled, massaging her aching extremities.

"Now, now. Be nice, or I won't give you your reward for getting past another
obstacle." A hidden door slid open and revealed a sauna and massage table,
complete with two Japanese women who were wearing nothing but the wound cloth
girdles common to sumo wrestling. But these two women were the farthest thing
Jessi could imagine from a sumo wrestler. They looked to be in their early
20's with jet black hair, hanging straight and freely down to the middle of
their bare backs, dark, almost black eyes, and large, pert breasts, with
perfectly round areolae, and delicate, hard nipples. Their bodies were more
angular than round, but not what one would describe as thin, and they were not
heavily muscled.

Jessica silently strode across the gym, over the slumbering bodies of her
recent foes, and into the steamy room. She removed her bodysuit and lay down
on her stomach on the massage table and instantly felt four hands begin to
work the strained muscles of her back and thighs with an expertise she had
never experienced before. As the two women silently worked their magic, the
pain in Jessi's nearly spent body melted away and her weariness was replaced
with something approaching vitality, but not quite. Despite the marvelous way
the fingers and heels of their hands prodded and twisted her muscles back into
shape, Jessica could not completely shake the fatigue she felt after her
ordeal.

Which, she grimly reminded herself, wasn't over yet.

"I'm glad you're enjoying their efforts, Jessica," said Koyuki's voice from
still another hidden speaker.

"I'm not too big a person to not give the Devil her due," Jessi replied
drowsily. "What are their names, so that I can recommend them to my friends?"

Koyuki laughed unsettlingly. "I call them simply Ichi and Ni."

"That figures," Jessi sighed, not resisting when the women turned her over and
began to work more of their artistry on her arms, stomach and the tops of her
thighs.

After several minutes, the women stopped and soundlessly indicated that she
should soak in the hot tub now.

Puzzled by their silence, but only too happy with their unspoken request,
Jessica made her way over to the steaming pool and slowly lowered her body
into it, feeling the last remaining vestiges of pain dissolve in the swirling
water. She laid her head back and took the opportunity to simply enjoy the
delightful sensation. Then, she realized that Ichi and Ni had joined her in
the tub and were touching her very differently than they had been previously.
She opened her mouth to protest, but one of them--she really had no idea which
was which, and they looked pretty much identical anyway--bent in close and
kissed her, forcing her tongue deep into Jessi's mouth. Alarmed, she attempted
to raise her hands to push the woman away but found that they were being held
fast by the other one, who was a whole lot stronger than she appeared.

You're just exhausted, Jessica told herself. These are just young women, not
much older than you, and certainly nowhere near as strong, on one of your good
days. This, however, has been anything but a good day.

Then, the one holding her hands changed so that she now immobilized the
American's arms by clutching both wrists firmly with one hand. With her free
hand she began to explore Jessica's vagina, thrusting her fingers within the
folds of her vulva to massage her clitoris, bringing to bear the same
expertise she had earlier displayed on the rest of Jessi's body, until she
would have been moaning with pleasure were it not for the fact that her
partner still had her tongue halfway down Jessica's throat and was holding her
head firmly in place with one hand while the other squeezed and manipulated
the American's breasts, fingering the nipples and causing her whole body to
quiver with delight.

Finally, in absolute desperation, since she couldn't take any more of this
without exploding, not to mention the fact that she was quickly running out of
air, she bit down on the tongue. Gently at first, as a warning, in the
unlikely case the woman was unaware that Jessi couldn't breathe. When that got
no response, she bit down harder, feeling her teeth penetrate the flesh and
strike against something hard and cold to the touch. Approaching absolute
terror, she bit down as hard as she could and grimaced in pain as her teeth
clanged off of something very definitely metallic in nature.

She stared into the woman's eyes and realized with horror that what looked
like eyes were in reality tiny camera lenses. She desperately tried to pull
her mouth free, as well as her arms, and her legs, which the one
kissing/suffocating her was sitting on, but to no avail.

"You're far too trusting, Jessica," said Koyuki. But this time she was
standing at the edge of the pool, dressed in a tiny bikini the color of
freshly polished jade, her large breasts barely contained by the skimpy amount
of material, and her nipples pushing against it only made more work for the
cloth. Her thighs, which Jessi had never seen before because of her usual mode
of dress, bulged with muscle, as did her forearms, Jessica realized.

With a gesture, she signaled the robot to let Jessi breathe and the American
sucked air greedily into her burning lungs, causing her chest to swell
magnificently. Nodding approval, Koyuki descended into the hot tub, displacing
one robot and sitting on Jessica's lap so that she was facing her. Meanwhile,
the other robot had removed her hand from Jessica's groin and now held one of
her hands while her companion held the other. With each of their free hands
the robots began to massage Koyuki's breasts as the Japanese woman picked up
where the robots had left off: One hand inside Jessica's pussy, the other
caressing her breasts.

Jessica began to moan with delight, opening her mouth wide as she sucked in
air and then expelled it forcefully.

"Jessica, you little slut, you," Koyuki teased, playfully pinching a nipple.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

The American's only response was to shudder and climax, causing Koyuki to
withdraw her hand in surprise, and then let her head fall backward, exposing
the curve of her tanned throat.

Koyuki leaned impulsively forward and kissed her neck, playfully nibbling it
from time to time, until Jessica raised her head. Koyuki then leaned forward
and at first took the redhead's lolling tongue in her mouth, sucking on it
erotically, and then allowed her own tongue to explore Jessica's mouth.

Suddenly, she reared back in unexpected pain as Jessi bit down hard on her
tongue. As Koyuki stood up, Jessi savagely thrust her knee between the Asian's
legs, doubling her up in pain, and then kicked out with her other foot,
catching Koyuki under the chin. The blow not only knocked Koyuki backward, but
was forceful enough to cause her to strike the back of her head on the edge of
the tub. When she slipped beneath the water, stunned and helpless, Ichi and Ni
immediately released Jessica and went to the aid of their mistress.

"And you called me too trusting," Jessica remarked as she scrambled from the
pool and raced back into the gymnasium, but halted in her tracks when there
was no sign of either the fujinjas or, and more importantly, their weapons.
Scowling, she stalked over and grabbed an 11.25 kg dumbbell and one of the
metal bars from the weight rack. She then returned to the sauna and found the
two robots leaning over Koyuki, who was lying on the massage table.

Seeing Jessica, the Asian snarled, "I'm fine. Now, go and destroy her!" She
pointed to the redhead and both robots turned and began walking toward her.

Using the metal bar like a bo, Jessi spun it around and across one of their
faces, tearing the flesh away and revealing the metal skin beneath. The other
robot advanced right into an uppercut by the dumbbell, knocking it to its back
with a resounding clang.

Jessi then knelt down and whipped the bar behind the legs of the first robot,
knocking it to its back, too. She then leaped up into the air and drove the
end of the bar down and into the body of the second one as it began to stand
up. A flurry of sparks erupted from the robot's chest when Jessi pulled the
bar free, but it continued to stand up.

Jessica likewise jammed the end of the bar into the first robot, directly
through its neck, and a similar fireworks display transpired when she removed
it again.

"They're practically indestructible, Jessica," Koyuki laughed, sitting on the
table now and watching with obvious amusement. "They can continue to operate
with fully 90% of their mass damaged. It would take you days to wear them down
to the point where you could escape them."

"So, who's trying to escape?" Jessica grinned, thrusting the bar into the
opening she had created in one's chest and wrenching it open even wider,
releasing a fresh shower of sparks when she removed it.

She then spun around and did likewise to the opening on the other robot's
neck.

Then, as a very confused Koyuki watched, she discarded the bar and thrust one
of her hands into each opening, clutching the intricate electronics within and
tearing at them until...

...she literally lit up like a Christmas tree as an incredible amount of
electricity coursed through her body. Her hair stood up on end and her bare
toes practically dug into the hardwood floor, but she continued to hold on.
Her mouth was clenched in obvious agony as tiny bolts of lightning shot from
her eyes and ears, and yet she held on. The normally reddish pubic hair
between her legs suddenly turned black and then simply crumbled away, but she
wouldn't let go. When her body began to shake uncontrollably, the sound of her
bones being shook loose clearly audible over the crackling of the electric
light-show, she finally pulled her hands free and staggered backward until she
could lean against a wall for support.

Her whole body was covered with a fine ash and she couldn't seem to close her
eyes no matter how hard she tried. Her pulse was racing and her muscles felt
like they bursting with power. Now that was revitalizing, she said to herself.

"A pretty show, Jessica," chuckled Koyuki. "But ultimately pointless. You
staggered them momentarily, I'll grant you that much, but in a second their
systems will override--See? Here they come." The two robots, whose pale flesh
had mostly melted away during the encounter, leaving them looking like rejects
from a wax museum, turned and walked toward Jessica. "You really were
magnificent, Jessica. I'll see that your body is preserved and displayed in a
place of honor."

Suddenly, the robots began to lurch, instead of walk, as their legs crumpled
up beneath them. Then, their heads started twisting around and around, gaining
momentum until she couldn't even make out their metal features.

"You said it would take a lightning bolt to destroy those things inside me,"
Jessica reminded a very puzzled Koyuki.

Realization covered the Asian's face like a death shroud, even as the heads of
the two robots tore free and shot straight up through the roof. As Jessica
walked toward Koyuki, their metal bodies compressed, closing in on themselves
until they were nothing but small shiny cubes.

Koyuki leaped from the massage table and ran for the secret door behind her,
through which she had entered earlier, but it abruptly closed in her face.

"Ah, ah, ah," Jessi scolded. "No running away. We've got unfinished business."

Koyuki turned and her face was practically black with rage. She screamed
unintelligibly and charged at the redhead, nails bared as if to claw her eyes
out.

Jessica calmly leaned back and then shot forward, throwing her entire weight
behind her fist, which connected with Koyuki's jaw and literally sent her
flying backward. She landed on her ass and then scooted another ten feet
before coming to a stop. The Asian's eyes danced uncertainly and when she
attempted to stand up, she simply fell back to her ass.

Jessica strode over and, grabbing a handful of the woman's black hair, hauled
her to her feet and punched her a dozen times in the pit of her stomach. Still
holding onto her hair, she raised her arm even higher, causing the shorter
woman to stand on her tiptoes, and delivered a series of open-handed slaps
across her face.

"Wake up, Koyuki," she chanted. "No sleeping yet."

When Koyuki attempted to punch her, Jessica released her hair and then ducked
below the wild swing, jerking her knee up between the Asian's legs and
hoisting her over her shoulder at the same time.

Koyuki whimpered as her back struck the floor and then gasped as Jessi fell on
her, driving her elbow into her gut.

"No more, Jessica," she sobbed.

"Oh, I think a bit more is in order," Jessica replied, swinging her legs up
and around the Asian's head. She then reached up and, again grabbing a handful
of her dark hair, forced Koyuki's face up and into her groin while squeezing
her thighs tightly together. When the Asian woman struggled to free her head,
Jessi pounded her hammer-like fist into her heaving gut until she ceased
struggling.

When she felt the body beneath her going limp, Jessica released the hold and
sat up, her ass resting on Koyuki's firm breasts and the Asian's arms pinned
beneath her knees, and once more slapped her foe until she blinked and then
opened her eyes, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.

"Please, no more, Jessica. I've had enough," she pleaded.

"I just want to give you a little sample of what you'll be experiencing in
prison, Koyuki," Jessi smiled viciously, suddenly flipping around and placing
her ass directly on the Asian's face. When Koyuki attempted to turn away, she
again rained hammer-like blows down on her gut, and several to the woman's
breasts as well, until she turned her face back. "Much better, Koyuki. Now,
get that tongue of yours working on my ass, and don't stop until I tell you
to." She wiggled her rump back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the Asian's
nose brushing against it, until she felt her tongue enter her.

"Mmmmm, Koyuki, I can assure you that you're going to be one very popular lady
in your new digs," she laughed, arching her back and leaning back even more,
so that Koyuki's tongue could penetrate even further.

The End

(For now)

Some Japanese Terms You Might Not Be Familiar With

Koyuki - Feminine name meaning 'snowflake'.

chigiriki - A heavy ball suspended on a 4-to 6-foot chain, which is attached
to a long shaft.

kusarigama - A sickle attached to a 4- to 6-foot chain.

bo - A 6-foot staff, usually made of wood.

naginata - A sword primarily used by women of the samurai class.

tonfa - A side-handle baton used for both blocking and striking.

yari - A 6- to 8-foot spear used mainly for thrusting by men and women of the
samurai class.

katana - Most widely used Japanese sword, it was the favored weapon of the
samurai warriors.

nunchaku -Two short sticks connected by a chain; the sticks can be used for
spearing or striking, while the chain can choke, block, or trap.

shuriken - Metal throwing weapon, usually in the form of a 6- or 8-pointed
star.

fujin - Japanese for 'woman'.

ichi - Japanese for 'one'.

ni - Japanese for 'two'.

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