Derek's last chance By Dreadnought Nina gives Derek a chance for a new life A few nights after Roxanne entertained me with the tantalizing story of her first meeting with Tara, she called a meeting in my office after closing. It was a quiet night without much business, so I sent most of the staff home early and shut everything down around midnight and returned to my office to count the night's receipts. I was just finishing up when a knock came at the door, and Roxanne and Nina came in. It still astounded me how lovely these women looked, no matter what the time or situation. Roxanne had her hair tied back in a short ponytail and wore a variation on her usual business attire, a black blazer over a short red dress, long legs in black nylons, black high heels. Nina was slightly more casual. She wore similar black pumps to Roxanne, but with bare, smooth legs, denim short shorts, and a black halter top that worked wonders for my imagination. I almost sighed as I admired their slim, inspiring beauty. Roxanne smiled and revived me from my reverie. "Good evening Mr. Black, I hope we're not intruding?" "No, of course not. Come in." I stood as the two women entered, closing the office door behind them. They immediately made themselves comfortable, Nina sitting herself with her long legs on my couch, Roxanne moving past me to the seat I'd been in behind my desk. As she past me she grinned, her hand brushing lightly but very noticeably against my crotch. My manhood stiffened in an instant and I suppressed a moan. Roxanne sat at my desk and swivelled the chair, bringing her luscious nyloned legs to rest on my desk, making sure she had at least the attention of the bulge in my pants to keep me focussed. I contented myself with sitting in the chair in front of my desk as she began. "Mr. Black, have you ever heard of Sam Frazier?" she asked. "Yes, he's a boxer. Heavyweight, was a strong contender for the championship a few years ago." "Precisely. He will be in the city next weekend. I've issued him a challenge to a boxing match, standard rules." Nina smiled. "Perfect!" she said. My reaction was slightly more subdued. "A.. a formal boxing match?" I stammered. Roxanne smirked. "Yes, Mr. Black, with gloves and all." "We're not equipped for that here," I objected. "Exactly. That's why I've taken the liberty of renting Gold's Gym for the evening, where they have a proper ring setup." "But.. but how are we going to cram the crowd's we've been getting down here in that little gym?" "We won't," Roxanne said. "I also took the liberty of renting a camera crew. The match will be videotaped for broadcast here the weekend after the match. It may be a bit highbrow for our regular crowd, since it won't be a free-for-all brawl, but I'm sure they'll appreciate it. It will be the same, in that they will see a man being pummeled by a female opponent," she finished with a giggle. I was still hesitant. Sensing my apprehension, Roxanne added, "I realize this will be a bit more of an expenditure than the usual fight nights, Mr. Black, but believe me, it will be worth it. Have I been wrong in the past?" "No.." I agreed tentatively, "But that's not really what's bugging me." At her curious expression, I continued, "Frazier's an animal in the ring. His record is impressive, he's only lost two fights and never been KO'ed. Are you sure this is a good idea? Like you said, this will be a boxing match, not a brawl." Roxanne and Nina smiled at each other for a second before turning back to me. "Mr. Black, you know how well my associates and I can handle ourselves in a brawl." I nodded. "Well, allow me to assure you my first training was in boxing, Marquis of Queensbury rules. There is no doubt in my mind I can defeat Frazier," Roxanne stated assuredly, and I began to relax. Every idea she had come up with had been right on the money so far. "Mind you," she continued, "It has been a while since I've used gloves in a fight. I'll have to remind myself to stretch the fight out a while as well, not put him down with my first punch.." As I gaped at the thought, she laughed. "Don't worry, Mr. Black. Everything will be ready and taken care of. Here's a copy of the challenge I sent Frazier." She flicked a piece of paper at me across the desk. Nina stood as I retrieved the paper. "Roxanne, I want front row seats for this," she smiled. "Now, if you don't need me anymore, I had better go pick an outfit to wear to it." Smiling, she left the office as I read the paper. It looked more like a wedding invitation than a fight challenge. "The Honourable Carstairs hereby challenges you, Mr. Samuel Frazier, to a duel of gloves, Marquis of Queensbury rules, at Gold's Gym, 8:30 pm, Saturday the 12th. Come, unless you are a coward." The address of the gym was also listed. A couple of obvious questions were in my mind. "I don't get this.. what's his motivation for participating in this?" "You haven't seen the size of the prize he's been promised if he wins," Roxanne answered with an evil grin. "That should be sufficient motivation in itself, but the added little insult should help as well. Bragging rights are a powerful motivation to a man, Mr. Black." I nodded my acknowledgement. "And who's the Honourable Carstairs? I thought you were fighting him." Her smile became a grin. "That is me," she explained. "As the daughter of an English baron, I have a perfect right to use that title. He won't come if he realizes he's facing a woman in the ring, after all." I tried to overcome my confusion. "So you're royalty?" I asked. "No, no. Nobility, not royalty. The English system is hideously outdated, but it does have its advantages. Frazier will think he has an easy fight in hand, with some snot-nosed English prep school student eager to throw his money around for amusement. And when he arrives for the fight, it will be too late for him to back out. That's why I'm having the fight taped, instead of having a big crowd there. If Frazier finds out he'll be fighting a woman, he'll no doubt try to back out. So it must be kept a strict secret." "Oh.. oh, yeah. Of course," I agreed. Unable to think up any further objections, I just sat silently and stared at the Honourable Roxanne Carstairs and watched her tilt back in my chair, hands behind her head, long, shapely legs up on my desk. "Brilliant, isn't it?" she asked me immodestly, with a laugh. The side door into Black's bar opened. Out into the still air of the warm night emerged the shadowy outline of a tall, slim, well-constructed woman. The door closed behind her, latching securely shut as she strode off into the darkness of the maze of alleyways. The loud clicking of her high heeled shoes clashed with the other, less discernible sounds of the city, the distant sirens, the cars in desperate need of a tuneup, faroff voices. She ignored them and walked on. She strolled underneath and through the light of a single streetlamp in the alley. The dim light showed fleeting glimpses of her true beauty. Long, straight, dark hair flowing to her shoulders. A smooth, sleek figure, amply displayed by the scanty, all-black clothing she wore. The tanned, silky skin her halter top and skimpy denim shorts failed to cover. The two inch heels her long, attractive legs were balanced on. She didn't see the dark figure emerge behind her as she past through the yellowy light of the lamp, but she heard it, and responded to its call. "Nina!" Nina stopped and turned around as the shape emerged into the light. It turned into a large man, dressed in shabby looking street clothes, a large iron bar in his hand. His face was a twisted mask of anger and hatred, the shadows of an old bruise plain around one eye. He stopped in the light, pounding the bar into one open hand menacingly. Nina reacted to the threat with a wide, flirtatious grin. "Derek, honey," the gorgeous woman purred. "We really have to stop meeting like this. You broke one of my fingernails the last time we fought." She began walking towards him slowly, temptingly. "Or did you forget already how badly I beat you up?" Derek growled. "No, I didn't forget," he spat at her. "That's why I came prepared this time." Three men silently emerged from the shadows of one of the buildings adjoining the alley and joined Derek under the streetlight. Nina looked momentarily startled, as if she hadn't noticed they were there. "Meet some friends of mine. Nina, this is Snake, Slash and Doom." The three men were all dressed in combat fatigues, with short military haircuts. The one Derek indicated as Snake was tall and hefty, with blond hair and a distinctive tattoo on his arm which tied in nicely with his nickname. Slash was taller and somewhat leaner, with darker hair. Doom was bald, with a devil's beard and moustache. All three had a wide variety of weapons on their belts, iron bars like Derek's which they had at the ready, daggers that looked like they could skin a whale, pistols. They grinned threateningly, brandishing their weapons. Nina stopped in her tracks. "Hi guys," she smirked. "I'm sure any friends of Derek's will be targets of mine sometime." Derek snorted. "Not this time, Nina. These guys know what they're doing. Marines know their stuff. I hired them to hurt you, bad." Nina laughed despite the threat. "You had to hire an army to fight me? You must have felt like a total loser hiring them to take on the big, bad girl who keeps beating you up, sweetheart." A growl emerged from Derek's throat. "These guys had just signed with Olson the day you and that other bitch decided to trash his office. You know, he fired me instead of letting me go after you? The fucking wimp's scared of what you and those other babes can do." A slight tremor in his voice gave a hint of his own fear. "Maybe he's just smarter than you and your buddies here, honey," Nina smiled. Not a twinge of fear showed in her voice or her movements. Derek's frustration built by the second. He wanted to see her cowering in terror. "Maybe he was just too much of a coward to try to get even," Derek bellowed maniacally. "We're not! We're gonna finally put you down, girl! Get her!" he ordered. The four men charged forward. Nina wasted no time. Spinning around, she ran. The men gave pursuit. Yelling angrily, they chased her down the alley, into another, down that one, and around another corner. The group of men were astonished to find the girl sprinting away from them, outdistancing them with relative ease as they ran all out. By the time Nina had turned another corner, the men were falling considerably behind. When they turned the corner she had vanished. They stopped in the corner. Around them, three tall, rundown apartments and one old abandoned warehouse made a dark, claustrophobic set of alleys. There was no sign of Nina. "Fuck!" said Snake. "Where the hell did she go?" Derek huffed and puffed as he answered. "She's still here," he wheezed. He may have once been a fighter, but he was no long- distance runner. "She's not gonna run away that easy. All we have to do is find her. She's in here somewhere." Slash turned to Derek. "Man, I dunno if we ought to be screwing around here if she's as dangerous as you say she is. We made her run, that's enough." Derek's eyes became murderous. "No! I'm not gonna let her do this to me again! She's just a freaking babe! I hired you guys to teach her a lesson!" "All right, all right, man, we know our jobs," Slash winced. "Okay, four alleys, four of us, we spread out. We should be able to handle her if we find her, but don't take chances, yell if you see her." The three military men confidently began to move off down each alley, leaving Derek to cover the one that was left, rather nervously. Doom moved methodically down his alley, covering each inch of shadow. Nothing. He wondered to himself how sane his "employer" was, hiring three ex-Marines to beat up what looked to him to be a damn fine-looking woman, but not much else. He just found it ridiculous that someone like her had been able to cause as much damage as Derek had described in a bare knuckle fight. Mind you, she ran pretty damn fast, so she obviously had some strength stored somewhere in that beautiful body. He was just finishing up his check of the block when his eye caught movement. As he tensed up, the source of the movement quickly came at him and meowed. A cat. "God, Derek's a fucked up SOB, and it's rubbing off," Doom thought to himself, moving towards the corner of one of the large apartments to begin searching a new block. Looking back with relief towards the cat, he rounded the corner and brought his gaze forward. He had no time to react to the fist making a beeline towards his face. Whack. "Unnhh!" he yelled. "Surprise, honey," Nina smiled. Her fist smashed into his chin, her punch dropping him to the pavement. His weapon clattered to the ground and rolled off as he tried to recover from the beautiful woman's punch. He felt her pulling him off the ground by his shirt before he could begin to think straight again. He was amazed by how much her punch had hurt. Instinctively he swung, aiming a powerful punch at where he thought her face would be, only to find her ducking under it. My God, she was fast. Before he could swing again, Nina stepped closer and lifted her knee up into his gut. The man bent double around the shot, moaning in agony. "Aren't you Marines always supposed to be prepared? No, that's the Boy Scouts. Oh well, same thing," Doom heard the girl laugh as he stared down at her shapely legs, trying to gulp in precious air. The next thing he knew he felt himself being pulled back upright. Nina smiled at him as he felt her raise her foot into his midsection, the pointed stiletto of her heel uncomfortably poking into him. Then he felt himself falling over onto her, and the awesome power of her leg as she lifted him off his feet and threw him over her. He sailed through the air for what seemed like several seconds, before crashing down into a pile of garbage cans, knocking them over with a deafening clatter. He lay stunned as Nina stood and smiled down at the man she was fighting. But the other men had heard the sounds of combat and were running to help, their footsteps approaching, louder and louder. Nina told the stunned man, "Your friends seem to want to help. Don't worry, love, they'll get theirs too." Then she was gone, blending back into the shadows she had emerged from, escaping. Derek and Slash came up, seeing the somewhat battered form of Doom lying in the garbage cans. Helping him to sit, Slash asked, "What happened, man?" Doom shook his head groggily, rubbing the painful bruise on his jaw. "She.. she was just there, all of a sudden. She got in a lucky punch.." Derek cursed. "Dammit, I told you we should have stayed together!" Doom's head cleared as Derek's anger brought him around. "Man, will you shut up?! We can handle her! She just got lucky this time. It's not gonna happen again." He stood with some difficulty and looked around for his iron bar. Not finding it, he pulled his large dagger out of its holster. "I'm okay, man," he grunted, trying to ignore the pain in his face, back and ribs. Snake, meanwhile, was still searching the alley he'd been assigned to, between one of the old apartments and the warehouse. He was nervous, because the stories he'd been told about this woman just didn't seem to tie in with the luscious creature they had confronted. The only thing he'd really felt when he first saw her was desire, not fear. But Derek was obviously afraid of her, that's why he'd hired the military men. Something just didn't seem to add up, and things not making sense always made him nervous. And when he was nervous, he always found some relief in rubbing the large snake tattoo on his arm. It reminded him of who he was. Though nervous, he searched the alley methodically. Was there anyone up on the high fire escape of the apartment? Nope. Anyone hiding behind those boxes? Not that he could see. He continued quietly moving down the alley, searching, staying vigilant. Snake was practically right underneath the fire escape when he heard a noise a few yards behind him. Freezing instantly, he turned slowly around, brandishing the heavy lead pipe in his hands, scanning the alley, his eyes straining to see everything. Weird, he didn't see a thing. But then he heard her, a soft, very alluring feminine voice, its teasing, amused tone coming from above. "Ooooo, a man with a club. Careful you don't hurt yourself with that, sweetie," the voice giggled. He turned to face the voice and found himself facing a pair of delicate female feet, clad in polished black high heeled shoes. He followed them up, into a pair of crossed legs, muscled but still obviously feminine, the most attractive pair he'd ever seen. Nina sat on the stairs of the fire escape, beaming down at him with a dazzling, seductive smile.. He hadn't heard her approach, and it seemed that one moment she was nowhere in sight.. She sat so her feet were at his eye level, her tempting, tantalizing, teasing legs dangling above him. The smooth, silky skin and the sexy, shapely curves beckoned to him. He was entranced. And then she moved her legs.. They became a blur to him. Nina's kick caught him in the cheekbone, right under his eye. He screamed and threw his bar, collapsing on the ground. Suddenly he understood Derek's fear. She could have kicked his head off if she had wanted to. Laughing, Nina jumped down from her perch, landing gracefully, like a cat. The fire escape ladder was still in its usual position, about nine feet off the ground. She moved towards Snake, who still lay on the ground, rubbing the profound bruise forming around his eye. "You sure you're a Marine, honey? You seem more like a moron," the attractive girl smiled. Snake tried to stand as quickly as he could, only to find he was still dizzy from her kick. He tried to wobble his way into a fighting stance, tried to focus on his attacker, but she moved too fast, and he didn't have time to recover. Nina struck faster than a cobra, kicking him hard in the kidney area. "Uuuungh!" he groaned, trying to wrap his arms around the pain coursing in his ribs. "My legs were always my best asset, darling," Nina purred as Snake tried to recover from her attacks. "Men can't seem to get enough of them.. until I knock them out with them, of course." As Snake began to straighten up again, Nina landed another kick, the toe of her shoe burying itself in his stomach. The ex-Marine staggered back, groaning in pain, gagging and heaving in whatever air he could try to get. The air began once again to move more freely into his body. Desperately trying to stand straight, he heard Nina tease, "I was a dancer, you know, love. I used to love captivating men with my legs. But I love doing this even more." He finally looked up at her and saw her sweet smile as she began a graceful, deadly pirouette, bringing one of her long, enticing legs up high.. Wham, her foot slapped hard across his face, the force behind Nina's devastating spinning kick knocking Snake around and blasting him head-first into a pile of empty boxes, sending the neat stack collapsing in all directions amidst his cries and groans of pain. He wound up under a couple of boxes, shaking his head groggily, scrambling weakly to get the boxes off him and get back up, to no avail. Nina confidently strode up, smiling as she looked down on the beaten man. "What's wrong, honey? Can't you get up after a couple of kicks from a little girl? I thought you Marine types would give me a little bit of a better fight." She was preparing to haul the dazed Snake to his feet when she heard the sounds of running men approaching. Turning behind her, she saw the other three men coming down the alley at her. She ran back towards the fire escape, easily leaping up and grabbing the bottom flight of the metal stairs, then gracefully pulled herself up as the men came up. Slash ran up hard and jumped for the same platform, but missed by a considerable margin. Nina laughed down at him. "You'll need to try harder than that to catch me, sugar. I guess all the years I worked on my legs paid off, huh?" Then she spun around, opened the fire escape door and vanished into the decrepit apartment. The men gathered around the still stunned Snake, helping him out of the pile of broken boxes. "You okay?" Slash asked. "Unnngh.." Snake replied. He certainly didn't look okay. Nina's two high kicks had badly bruised his face. His eye was swelling shut from the damage. "She.. came out of nowhere. Hit me hard.. ooooh.." he moaned. Slash saw the look on Derek's face and cut him off before he could say anything. "Dammit.. look, you guys stay here. I'll go in there and flush her out." Doom looked at him with an apprehensive expression. "You.. you sure you want to do that? She.." "She's just a girl!" Slash interrupted viciously. "Do you guys want her to make fools out of all of us?" The men's expressions clearly indicated no. "Okay then! Derek, stay here and make sure Snake's okay. Doom, give me a boost up to that fire escape. I don't know how the hell she jumped that.." Grumbling, he and Doom went over to the fire escape. After giving Slash a lift up to the platform, Doom said, "I'll go watch the main door.. man, be careful. She hits a lot harder than you'd think to look at her." Slash snorted arrogantly. "I'll believe that when I feel it. I ain't gonna let her sneak up on me." He turned and opened the fire escape door and went inside. Slash felt very little except anger at the woman who was embarassing his two friends. Yes, he figured she could probably pull a fast one on Derek and take him down. A five-year-old could probably do that to the wimp. But for what she was doing to Snake and Doom, Nina would pay for. And unlike them, he prepared himself for anything. He searched through the hall he had entered, quietly opening doors into shabby, dismal apartments. The dim light revealed nothing, and the darkness held no secrets. After checking around for a good few minutes, he found the staircase leading down to the first floor. There he found an equally abandoned hallway, leading to the main entrance. As he followed it, he came to a door leading into another apartment, slightly ajar. He opened the door slowly, wincing as it creaked loudly. He looked around quickly. The only furniture he could see was a termite-eaten wooden table in the middle of the room. Nothing else. Still, the room had a large window looking out to the front, so he decided to take a look outside to see if he could spot Doom and ther others, to get them to come inside and help him search. He moved quietly into the room, scanning around him, keeping a reassuring grip on the heavy iron bar in his hands. "Another man with a club. If I gave you two more, could you juggle them?" Nina's teasing voice came from directly behind him. She had been hiding behind the door. Slash spun and swung with his club, yelling angrily. She dodged the wild blow, and the ex-Marine swung again with murderous intent. Again she avoided his attack. Before he could manage another swing, he found he no longer had a weapon. Nina had kicked it out of his grasp. The iron bar landed with a clatter at the other end of the room. Unwilling to give up the advantage of attack, Slash roared again and stepped towards her, throwing a strong punch at the beautiful woman's face. She sidestepped the big man's punch, and kicked up hard, her leg slamming into his stomach. "Oooh!" he grunted, shocked at the power her kick had landed with. The next thing he knew, he was again grunting with more pain as Nina landed a punch of her own to his chin. It wasn't the hardest punch he'd ever felt, but it rocked his head and staggered him, and before he could recover, her other fist came up and delivered its own punch to his jaw. He remembered what Doom had said to him as her punches sent him stumbling back, and decided he had been right after all. Nina's punches were harder than he expected, and fast. Too fast for him to recover enough to protect himself. He had a clear image of Nina's lovely face, with a devillish grin on it, before the sexy woman pivotted on one foot, kicking out hard to her side with the other. The bottom of her foot landed in the center of his chest with a dull thud. "Uuuunh!" he cried as her kick sent him tumbling back into the shoddy table, crashing down through it. The table splintered to bits as he sprawled down to the ground. He lay and shook his head vigorously to clear it. He'd better do something fast, he thought. Meanwhile, Nina's derisive laughter reverberated around the abandoned apartment. "Poor darling," she taunted. "You Marine types aren't so tough without machine guns to hide behind, are you?" More laughter. Slash uneasily staggered back upright, cursing mightily. "Damn you.." he swore, then cried out in pain once again as he watched Nina's black high heel slam into his ribcage. Her kicks were like lightning, and God, they hurt. He tried to wrap himself around the burning pain in his side. Nina stepped up and brought her hand back, then drove the base of her open palm straight into Slash's mouth. It landed with a dull thwack, and he felt the blood seep forth as the powerful blow tore his lip open and sent him reeling back towards the window. Nina wouldn't let up on him, even as he tried to piece together the brains her open-handed strike had scrambled. Standing before the window uneasily, he tried to focus, to put all his efforts into defending himself, but Nina's teasing voice distracted him again. "I hope you shaved today, sweetie," Nina cooed at him. "My heels are patent leather, and you wouldn't want to see what stubble does to them." Before he could figure out exactly what she meant, she made it quite plain. Nina's impressive high kick smashed into the side of his face. The impact of her high heel spun the ex-Marine 180 degrees around, her kick launching him towards the window and through it, the glass shattering loudly in the still night as he fell through, to the ground outside in a hail of smashed glass. Doom, who was still watching the front door of the apartment, spun in shock as he heard the smashing glass and yells of agony. He watched Slash flop to the pavement amidst a hail of glassy snow, slack-jawed. Then Nina popped her head out of the broken window and looked down at her victim with a smile and looked around. She waved at him, yelling, "Hi sweetie! I was just throwing out the trash!" Doom stood for a second in shock, then remembered his training and went for his pistol. By the time he had it out, Nina was gone. He ran up to the immobile form of Slash, carefully checking inside the apartment to make sure Nina wasn't going to leap out at him from the shadows. The broken glass crunched under his feet as he approached Slash. Slash was a mess, his face bruised and bleeding from the amazon's punches and kicks, his arms and upper body sporting plenty of cuts from his trip through the glass. He was still moving, though. Doom kneeled down next to him. "Slash! Wake up, man!" Slash stirred, sitting with Doom's help, the glass falling off his battered body. "Ohhhh... God, that hurt.." He spent a few minutes, clearing his head, before he could stand. Doom looked around nervously. "Fuck!" he swore quietly. "This is ridiculous! How the hell can one girl do this much damage?" Slash had been convinced of Nina's power. "I dunno.. but you felt it too," he said, wincing with pain. "One-on-one she's beating the hell out of us. We gotta double-team her. Let's go find the others, we gotta group up to get her." The two men staggered off to find their friends. But the other two men had already been found. Neither Derek nor Snake had seen the quiet female figure slink out the fire escape door. Snake was nervous. "Man, they've been gone a while now.. what the hell's going on?" He was fiddling with the large dagger he held in his hand obsessively, trying to calm himself. Derek was equally nervous. He was really the only one who knew how much punishment Nina was capable of dealing out. "God, I dunno.. look, I'll go see if I can spot Doom and Slash, okay? Don't go anywhere." He ran off towards the front of the building, then around the corner. The shadowy figure on the fire escape smiled evilly. Snake paced below her, unaware of her presence as she silently prepared herself. Nina waited until Snake had his back to her, then doubled her fists together and leapt. Snake heard nothing, saw nothing unusual, until the instant when Nina's fists hammered him hard in the back as she landed next to him. "UUNNGHH!" he shouted, her blow sending him headlong into the pile of boxes beside the warehouse once again. Agony seared through his shoulders where her fists had landed. He'd lost his dagger as he dropped. He tried to turn over and see exactly what he was facing, and a wave of terror shot through him as he realized his situation. The sleek, slim figure of Nina stood before him, and he had to face her. Alone. "Don't just lie there, darling. Get up so I can hurt you some more," she teased. He scrambled madly, trying to get to his feet. He knew his only chance was to try to escape, or to mount an attack, which wasn't likely to be too effective considering the pain he was already in. Nina reduced his options drastically for him. By the time he'd managed to get to his knees, he saw her shapely leg flash forward, her kick landing in the side of his ribs. The helpless man groaned under the amazon woman's attack, while she laughed at his powerlessness. Nina pulled Snake up to his feet, and brought her right fist back. She sent it hurtling up towards his face, the backhanded punch spinning his face around with its force. It landed with a smack and sent the ex-Marine staggering back, his face a contorted mask of pain and bruises. Nina seemed to take delight in seeing the damage she was doing to the big man, taking pleasure in his pain as she smashed him to bits. "That's a nasty black eye I'm giving you, honey," she smiled as she examined the swollen, purple lump closing in around his left eye. "Can you still see out of it? If you can, watch my foot. Here it comes.." Snake had enough time to try to plead "No.." before her kick hit him. Nina easily brought her leg up, the shiny black shoe covering her foot slamming like a missile right into the large bruise around his eye. He screamed as he felt himself being knocked off his feet by the kick, only to slam into the warehouse wall and slump down to the ground. His senses began to blur as they failed him, but he did hear the mocking giggling in his ears as the sexy woman taunted him without mercy. "Poor darling," Nina laughed, "Didn't they teach you how to fight in the Marines? Awww. C'mon and look at me while I'm beating you up, little man." He felt strong female hands pulling at him and prepared himself for more pain. He whimpered impotently, just wanting to be able to escape the torment.. Then he heard men yelling and felt the hands let him go, and he slumped back down to the ground. Footsteps, one set retreating and a group approaching. Derek rounded the corner to the front of the building and saw the two military men. He ran up as the two limped towards him. "My God, what did she do to you?" he demanded as he got a close view of Slash and the myriad cuts he sported. "Never mind that," Slash growled. "I'm gonna fucking kill that woman for this.. where's Snake?" "Shit, I left him alone! Nina's probably there now!" Derek moaned, then turned and broke off at a run. Slash and Doom followed as quickly as they could. Sure enough, they rounded the corner only to see Snake down, the shapely amazon hovering over him, pulling him back up to pummel him some more. "Get her!" Derek yelled. Slash and Doom went for their pistols, trying to whip them out of their holsters.. Only to see Nina drop Snake back to the ground, turn and sprint off, vanishing into the darkness once more. Cursing vehemently, the three men ran to their fallen comrade. Doom kneeled over Snake as Derek and Slash nervously surveyed their surroundings. "Is he awake?" Slash demanded. "Barely," said Doom. Snake's eye was now swollen completely shut with the massive purple-black bruise Nina's kicks had given him, and blood dotted the area of his face as well. Scrapes from Nina's shoe. Snake tossed and moaned in agony. "Well, wake him up," Slash snarled. "We're gonna all have to be awake and on our toes to get this one done." Doom shook Snake's shoulders vigorously, ignoring the winces of pain and moans the beaten man emitted, until he was able to understand what was being said to him. A short time after, Snake was back on his feet, although rather the worse for wear. "Okay men, it's pretty obvious we can't let Nina catch us out one-on-one. She's somehow managed to overpower each of us like that.. except Derek here," Slash noted, looking angrily at the man who'd gotten them involved in this mess. Derek shrugged quickly, trying to make it plain he had no idea what Nina was up to. "Maybe she's saving him for last," Doom snorted. "Maybe.." continued Slash. "Whatever. Since we can't seem to fight her alone, we're grouping up. Don't let your partner out of your sight for a second. And enough screwing around, trying to scare her," he snarled. "We shoot to kill now." "Wait a minute," Derek protested. "I didn't want her dead, just scared and beaten!" "Tough. I ain't letting any woman do this sort of thing to us! Doom, Snake, you guys look in the warehouse. Derek and I will cover the alleys. Let's go." Before he could protest, Slash shoved him roughly in the back. They began walking down the deserted alley while Doom and Snake looked for a way into the warehouse. They found a door and opened it slowly, guns ready to blast anything that moved. It led into the main storage area, which was filled with tall obstacles of boxes, crates and barrels. The dim illumination didn't show much, but the two men saw nothing. They moved in and began making their way slowly down one of the chasms in between two large piles of boxes, as quietly as they could. The sounds of dripping water and idling machinery covered most other noises, but they were still cautious. Doom looked back at his battered partner. "You okay?" he whispered to Snake. "No, I'm not okay!" Snake rumbled. "My eye hurts like hell, and a fucking babe did it to me!" "Okay okay," Doom said, trying to calm his friend. "When we find her, we'll shoot her and be done with it." The two men continued to advance in the narrow space. "Nina's damn impressive, but I doubt she could take a couple of bullets." If the two men had been looking up at that moment they may have seen a slim, shadowy figure jump between the two piles of crates, about six feet over their heads. Or they may not have. They continued their advance. They entered an open space at one end of the storage area. They were in a corner, with a metal staircase leading up next to the outside wall, and another wall, interspaced with windows and a couple of doors leading into the office space. Neither man realized a pair of deep brown eyes watched their every move from above. Doom took a few steps into the open area in frustration, leaving Snake behind. "Fuck, I can't believe we have to search this entire goddamn building!" he whined, looking into the office window. There was a loud clacking behind him as he spoke. "No, you don't, darling," Nina's sexy voice reponded. He spun and prepared to fire. And stopped. Nina had dropped down from her perch on top of the stack of boxes right behind Snake, then quickly wrapped a strong arm around his neck. Keeping him in front of her in a powerful headlock, she seized his gun hand and easily pried the pistol away from him. Doom couldn't get a clear shot at her. The girl tossed Snake's gun away without a thought, and it clattered loudly as it vanished into the huge confines of the warehouse. She giggled as the man in her clutches writhed and tried to free himself. "I didn't think you'd want to shoot your little friend, honey. Drop the gun," Nina said, pushing Snake in front of her, closer to the quivering form of Doom. He backed away, keeping his gun focussed squarely in front of them. "I.. I will if I have to! Keep back!" he stammered as they closed in. He almost yelped as he backed into the wall. Nina and her captive pressed on, towards him, slowly but steadily. Snake gasped as her arm cut off his air, but Nina didn't lessen her arm's constriction of his windpipe one bit. "I don't think even you are that low, little man. Think about it.. you'd kill your friend just to get at me?" Doom hesitated as she spoke, unable to stop their approach without shooting. He hesitated.. seemed to resolve his conflict.. his finger began to squeeze the trigger as Nina pushed the struggling Snake ever closer.. And in the blink of an eye, Nina released the hold on Snake, slammed both hands into his back and shoved, hard. He almost fell across to Doom, crashing painfully against his friend, throwing Doom's aim off even as he dropped to the floor. Doom winced and yelled as the missile Nina had directed at him collided, but quickly tried to bring his gun back down, aim and kill the girl. It was his only chance. He felt Nina's hand close on the wrist holding the gun and knew his chance had past. He yelped as Nina slammed his arm up hard against the wall, and he felt his fingers disobediently drop the pistol, heard it clatter to the ground. Then all he felt was the pain as Nina punched him solidly in the jaw, whack. His legs trembled beneath him as he slumped back against the wall. Nina took the opportunity to kick the fallen gun hard. Her strong dancer's legs sent the weapon skittering across the hard floor to disappear into the miasmal darkness. Then she ran off, following the retreating figure of Snake. Snake had gotten to his feet, only to watch Nina punching Doom through his one remaining good eye, and decided to beat a hasty retreat. He staggered towards the metal staircase, trying to escape upwards, flee from this nightmare. He had only managed to get about a quarter of the way up before a strong hand wrapped around his ankle and he fell forwards onto his face, screaming. "Running away's probably the smartest thing I've seen one of you guys do yet," Nina chuckled as she climbed the steps so she would be on roughly the same level as her target. "Too bad you didn't think of it before all this started, sweetie." She pulled him up to face her, then slammed a punch into his stomach. Snake groaned and gasped for air, stunned at the power this young, gorgeous woman had behind her punches. Below them, Doom watched the scene above him and quickly ran to the staircase and up the steps, closing in on Nina. She glanced behind her once to check her progress, then again as she leaned forward and kicked out behind her, straight into the onrushing Doom's face. The mule kick landed with a solid thunk, the sole of her high heel connecting and sending him sprawling back down the stairs, shouting all the way down, into a heap at the bottom. Then, to make sure Snake wouldn't get any ideas, she powered another punch to his gut. The man grunted and gagged as the air flew again from his body. "Awww, did that hurt, honey?" Nina chortled. "Don't worry, I'm going to teach you what pain is all about." Snake felt his balance leave him as Nina's hands shoved him to the side, and he tumbled over the handrail of the stairs. He fell down into another small pile of boxes, which collapsed underneath him as he rolled to the floor. Nina stood on the stairs, smiling and waiting for the two men to groggily get back up. "C'mon, can't two big, strong Marines handle a girl by themselves? Maybe you guys need a tank or two to back you up?" Growling at the giggling coming from above them, the two men stood slowly and uneasily, Snake staggering his way back towards the bottom of the staircase. Satisfied with their progress, Nina sat on the handrail of the stairs and gracefully slid down to the bottom, landing easily on her feet between the two men. Finding her nearly on top of him suddenly, Doom hauled off and swung desperately at Nina's head. His punch sailed over his target as she ducked. Her punch that she threw in reply cracked loudly into his chin. "Unnh!" he cried, staggering back but somehow managing to stay upright. The shapely amazon then turned and drove a kick straight into the stomach of Snake, who was coming at her from behind. Nina's long dancer's legs shot the wind out of the beaten man's body loudly, and she quickly grabbed his hand, twisted his arm and pulled. Snake's world did a quick spin as the girl flipped him flat on his back. Doom had grabbed one of the large empty liquid canisters he had wound up next to and been able to lift it over his head, and he heaved it with a might grunt as Nina came back towards him. Nina quickly sidestepped the flying barrel, and it crashed to the floor with a loud metallic clunk and rolled past her. He turned to try to pick up another and throw it, but was interrupted by the sharp punch Nina landed to his kidneys. An expression of agony burst from his lips as she turned him to face her, to see the joy beating him up was giving her. "Y'know, sweetie, I didn't always used to beat up men for fun," she said, ducking under another rather weak punch from the man. She stood and responded by raising her knee into his stomach. "Ooo-oooof!" he groaned. Nina grinned and continued. "I used to be an exotic dancer." Doom tried another punch and looked shocked as the ex-dancer raised her arm and absorbed the force of his blow easily. But he had no time to be amazed by her power as her other fist came up and she punched him in the face. He grunted and stumbled back yet again. He stayed up again somehow, but a couple of barrels behind him clattered to the ground as he bumbled back into them. Nina grinned. "Dancing was a rush for me, but not as much as fighting little men like you." She then spun rapidly to face the onrushing Snake, who charged in the hope of catching her from behind. Balancing easily on one foot, she raised her other leg before her, knee bent, then waited until the instant the man was on top of her, his chest pressing against her foot, before kicking out straight in front of her. Nina's powerful, shapely leg sent Snake falling back, reversing all his momentum until he tumbled to the floor a few feet away from her. Even then he skidded a piece across the floor before coming to rest. Nina turned and grinned at the awestruck Doom. "See, hon? I'd never have the balance or strong legs to do that if it wasn't for dance." She maintained her grin as she started back towards him menacingly. Doom overcame his awe quickly and became frantic. He had no idea how to fight this incredible amazon woman. He stepped up and vainly threw his fist at her, only to find her dodge back out of his reach. "Nice try, sugar, but not even close," Nina smirked, then pirouetted around and lifted a strong leg back and up to meet his face. Her foot slammed across his jaw, the spinning kick sending the man crashing down loudly into the remaining barrels. The clattering and clunking of metal canisters was the only audible noise for a second until he came to rest, then only his groaning until Nina continued her humiliation. "Honey, I had to learn to fight from scratch, but it wasn't hard with my dance background. Maybe you should be taking notes. A few more kicks like that and you won't be able to remember your own name," she laughed. Behind her Snake groggily got back up, only to find the sexy young amazon in front of him. With no other course of action evident to him, he charged at her madly, in the hopes of knocking past her, away from the torturous pain she was causing him, but she was having none of that. A kick from Nina's sleek, shapely leg stopped him in his tracks as it slammed into his stomach. His scream of pain as he bent around the toe of her shoe mixed in with her laughter. "I thought they were supposed to teach you guys how to fight, sweetheart. Talk about wasting taxpayer's money!" she smiled. Snake straightened back up, with difficulty, and tried throwing a very lame punch at her lovely, smiling face, only to miss badly as she dodged back. "No, no," Nina said, "You call that a punch? You have to close your fist and aim, like this." Her left hook slashed across his jaw with a whack, and Snake groaned and staggered. His female adversary grinned at him as she came at him again. "Y'know honey, you can't punch, I don't think you learned anything from my kicks, you fight like a rotten cabbage.." She quickly punched him again in the face. "Unnngh!" Snake yelled, falling back against a wall of crates and sinking slowly to the ground, shaking his head emphatically, fighting to stay conscious. "I just hope your ego can live with being knocked out by a little girl," the amazon smiled. Nina paused, looking at both men, her hands on her hips. "Can't take it, guys? The Marines didn't prepare you to fight a girl like me, did they?" she smirked. "This is why Derek's afraid of me, boys. He and I fought twice, and both times I blew him away. The poor little dear's so scared now he thinks a squad of men will help beat me. It just gives me more fun, having more men to kick around." Nina watched the two men stagger back upright, too groggy from her powerful blows to flee now. They only had one option. "Come get me, boys," Nina purred. The two men charged at her uneasily, hoping against hope that the two of them could overwhelm the confident amazon. Doom's fists were at the ready, but he never got the chance to use them before Nina punched him in the jaw, whack. Shouting in pain, he stumbled back, while Snake grabbed Nina from behind, managing to wrap his arms around hers and hold on. He was so punch drunk at this point that she practically had to support his weight. She grinned and said, "I didn't know you wanted to get this cozy, hon.. too bad you'll be asleep in a few minutes." The girl raised one leg and brought it stomping down, the sharpened point of her stiletto heel driving into the top of Snake's combat boot near his ankle. He howled and lost his grip instantly, and Nina quickly brought a freed fist up and back over her shoulder, connecting to his face. He wobbled back away from her, whimpering in pain, as Nina smiled. "And to think some women don't like wearing heels," she giggled. She strode confidently back to the unsteady form of Doom, who seemed barely able to stand now. "C'mon, honey.. it won't hurt so much once the babe knocks you cold," she smiled. Doom summoned up his remaining strength and threw a desperate punch at her, missing her face by inches as she easily sidestepped the attack. Smiling, Nina raised her long left leg, bent at the knee, higher and higher.. Once her knee was at the proper height and angle, she struck. The kick she snapped into Doom's chin landed like a guided missile. Her foot landed with a loud smack and spun the beaten man around, sending him crashing into more of the empty metal barrels, and they loudly clattered away from him as he dropped to the floor. He lay there, groaning, barely awake, barely moving. "Kicking a big, strong man till he drops is such a hot image for me," Nina told him from above. "I guess just watching his pain as my feet slam into him, knowing the kind of damage they do to him.." Doom could barely focus his eyes as her voice trailed off. He barely saw her turn back to Snake. His foot was still in agony from Nina's painful heel stomp, but she quickly reminded him of the other pain she was causing him. "I can't leave you just standing there bleeding, sweetie. So I'll put you on the floor." Nina's smile stayed as she wound up and punched Snake again in the jaw. "Unnhhh!" he cried, staggering back again from her potent punch. Then she pivoted on the toes of one foot, bringing the other leg up. She snapped another kick out to her side, the sole of her sexy shoe thudding into his chest. Snake reacted like he'd been hit by a truck. The impact of Nina's long, well-muscled, shapely leg sent him tumbling back, slamming hard into the wall of crates, and bouncing off to sprawl out on the ground. Like Doom, he too was barely moving, barely conscious. All Nina had to do was finish the two men.. Slash and Derek had no luck in the alleys they'd searched, and they were now doubling back to find Doom and Snake. They weren't having any luck with that, either. "Where are they?" Derek asked, tension making his voice waver. "I don't know.. if they'd found her, they'd have killed her by now.. let's check the warehouse." They quickly moved off to find the way inside the large building. Slash found the door and opened it quietly while Derek waited in the alley, nervously muttering half to himself. "Damn.. they probably got scared and ran off.. I'm not fucking paying them to hide from Nina, dammit.." The fear in his voice was now very evident. Slash whispered huskily back at him. "Shut up and get in here!" He went inside and Derek followed, rather reluctantly. Inside, the sounds from the other end of the warehouse were unmistakable. They were the sounds of Nina beating up the other two unfortunate men. A sharp female punch landing to a battered male face, deep groans and screams of men in pain. The sounds of Nina's kicks landing on bruised male bodies, more kicks to battered male faces. More expressions of pain, men's bodies smashing through surroundings and down to the floor, and above it all, female laughter. Derisive female laughter, proclaiming its superiority over the agonized male groaning. And a taunting, rich, seductive female voice, ridiculing the men's lack of fighting abilities. Nina was here, knocking out Doom and Snake, and enjoying every second of it. Slash made sure his pistol was ready and muttered to Derek. "Okay, boss, it's now or never. Let's go!" He ran off towards the source of the noises, running hard between the outside wall and the huge piles of crates. Derek followed, his mind a torment of mixed emotions. Yes, he wanted revenge on Nina. He wanted her to pay for the pain her beatings had caused him, the humiliation of being beaten up, for all the world to see, by a young, sexy girl. And she'd demonstrated to him it wasn't just a fluke, and he was terrified of her strength and power, the ease with which she'd pummeled him into an unconscious hulk, on more than one occasion. But did he want her dead? Surely now, once Slash turned the corner and found her, he would kill her. The sounds of her beating two of his companions still filled the air as he ran after Slash, not knowing whether to let him proceed or yell out a warning, save the life of the beautiful amazon.. Then Slash ran towards the metal staircase at the end of the narrow corridor, turned the corner, his gun ready, preparing to do murder.. As Nina watched Snake drop to the floor, propelled by her strong kick, she heard the footsteps approaching. She smiled. "We've got company, boys," she said to her two nearly unconscious adversaries. Kicking over one of the empty barrels, she waited for a moment, then kicked it again with all her strength, sending it towards the corner of the pile of crates. Slash rounded the corner with his gun pointed menacingly in the direction of the tall, shapely amazon. His finger squeezed the trigger, then the barrel struck his shins, and he found himself falling forward, the ground zooming up to meet his face. Derek stopped where he was, watching the ex-Marine get knocked flat by the barrel, and froze. Slash lost his gun as he fell, and it hit the ground and bounced, clattering far out of his reach. Derek didn't know whether to feel relief or terror. Yes, he wouldn't have to worry about Nina being killed now, but he and Slash were now her next targets.. As Derek stood and watched, Nina was suddenly on Slash, helping him to his feet with an irresistible yank. She rocked his head with a short, sharp punch to his chin. As he grunted in pain, the amazon smiled. "Glad you could join the party, honey," she cooed, with a sly wink in Derek's direction. She then moved behind Slash, bringing his arm with her, wrenching it up behind him painfully. As Derek watched, fascinated, Nina balanced easily on one foot, bringing the other up to push on Slash's back while keeping his arm in the painful hold. Slash began to cry out in agony. His other arm flailed uselessly, unable to help free him from her grasp. "I was just teaching your two friends a few things, sweetie.. about how dangerous challenging a girl to a fight can be, for a start," Nina grinned. Then she released Slash's arm and pushed with her leg into his back, maintaining her balance gracefully and sending him sprawling down to the metal stairs. Derek was transfixed. He'd come to hate Nina, to fear the power she put in the punches and kicks she'd used to knock him out, but he'd never actually watched her fight before. He stood, frozen and staring, and she seemed content to ignore him for the time being. She was tall, strong, sexy.. completely in control of the situation, dealing out pain to the men in measured, easy steps, savoring her own power and the disabling results of her amazon strength of the men she was fighting. Derek was uanble to take her eyes off Nina, and he suddenly realized he had a considerable erection watching her. Slash had quickly clambered to his feet and turned to face Nina. He growled and loosed a punch at her face, only to find her dance out of the path of his blow. The leggy amazon replied with a high kick, sending her foot smashing into the side of his face. "Aaarghh!" Slash yelled in pain as her kick spun him over the staircase's handrail and he crashed down into a pile of small boxes. Nina watched with obvious delight as he sprawled painfully, trying to collect his senses. "Poor little boy," she smiled down at him. "Didn't Derek tell you how bad this girl had beat him up? He ought to know, I've done it to him twice. Oh well, I guess you'll find out the hard way." Behind her, Snake was slowly bringing himself back up to his knees, then to his feet. He barely made it up. His face was a bruised, bloody mess from the blows Nina had rained down on him. He wobbled unsteadily as she now strutted up and stood before him again. Smiling, she reached out with one hand, her fingers gently stroking down his right cheek, over the bruises and through the droplets of blood around his lips. "Nighty-night, sweetie," the amazon purred. "Dream of me." Her other hand shot up in a fist, punching his face one last time. Nina's punch sent Snake staggering back to the crates, thudding into them. His knees gave way and he sagged into a pile on the floor, his eyes fluttering shut as he passed out. Derek had moved closer, to a position where he could see all three ex-military men. He watched Nina's punch level Snake, unable to tear himself away as the man was knocked senseless. Derek knew if he had any sense he'd run as fast as he could, get himself the hell away from this babe. But he couldn't. He had to watch. Slash had stumbled his way back to his feet, so Nina gracefully turned and strode towards him, her every step made with the grace and poise she'd learned as a dancer, which Derek was only truly beginning to appreciate. Slash growled and grunted as she approached and prepared to continue his pointless attacks. Nina giggled at him contemptuously. "I can't believe you're still going to try to fight me, darling. You don't learn, do you?" she grinned. The ex-Marine snarled and threw a punch at her midsection. His fist practically seemed to bounce off her firm, trim, exposed ab muscles, with no effect. Nina continued her teasing mercilessly as she smiled into his astonished face. "Muscle, hon. Not flab, like yours." She slammed her own punch into his stomach, sending the air flying from him as he bent in two. "It might help if you put some weight into your punches, too. Like this, sugar." Pulling him back up to face her, the girl let lose a backhand punch to his jaw. Slash reeled back a couple of steps, expressing his pain with a loud groan, only to find another punch from Nina peppering his chin. Her fist landed with a crack and sent him falling back into the empty barrels. He rolled on the ground in pain and tried to regain his strength unsuccessfully. Derek watched in awe as Doom managed to stand and approach Nina from behind as she punched Slash to the ground. She whirled quickly on him as he staggered towards her, walking into a graceful kick to his stomach. "Uhhh-oooff!" The pointed toe of her high heeled shoe blasted all the wind out of the battered man and he almost sank to his knees. "I think you're done for the evening, dear," Nina told him as she surveyed the damage she'd wreaked on him with satisfaction. "Close your mouth and make sure your tongue isn't between your teeth." Derek gaped as Nina's kick caught Doom full in the face, spinning him away from her and sending him crashing down through more barrels. When the loud racket of the barrels came to a halt, Doom lay on his face, unmoving, out cold. His female conqueror stood over him proudly, another male victim of her amazon power asleep at her feet. Derek stood watching Nina slack-jawed. The hatred he'd felt for her was swept aside as he admired her smoothly muscled body, the endless, shapely legs, the seductive curves of her breasts and buns. And the power she had! This gorgeous girl was destroying three men with her bare fists. And with hardly any effort! His awe overcame his fear of Nina, and he slowly moved closer. He wanted to watch her every move, to appreciate her beauty.. He watched her turn back to the struggling Slash, saw her smile as he tried to scramble back to his feet. "That's two of your friends out for the night," she teased him playfully. "You think you can handle a girl by yourself?" Slash let his rage and embarassment take over and bring him back up to face her. "Damn you, you'll pay for this, bitch!" he cursed, throwing punches at her with the force of a madman. Nina ducked the first, then dodged the second, and answered his attack with a solid kick to his gut. He pitched forward, bent in two around a strong but undeniably feminine leg. "Hmph, men," Nina snorted. "You never know when you're beaten, do you, darling?" The amazon pulled him back upright, then punched him in the chin. Whack, her punch sent him stumbling back, grunting in pain. He shook his head violently to try to clear out the agony. Nina's contempt for him was evident in her laughing voice. "You should have stayed peeling potatoes in the Marines, honey. You'd have been more useful." Enraged despite his pain, Slash stepped up to the woman and threw a vicious punch aimed at her face, only to find himself punching air once again as she dodged to the side. Nina kicked her shapely leg up high to her inside, bringing it around in a swift, graceful arc to the outside, the side of her high heeled shoe smashing into the ex-Marine's face. He screamed as the dancer's kick spun him around and sent him flying down to the floor near the bottom of the stairs, not too far from where Derek still stood, fascinated. Slash went down hard, barely stirring, but still awake. Nina towered over him, taunting him. "Never thought a girl's kick could hurt so much, huh, love? Derek could have told you. He's felt enough of them." She turned and smiled at him with a sly "you're next" kind of look. He gulped, but still could not tear himself away. Slash was making an admirable effort to get up, but he wasn't having much luck. His pain showed in the expression of his face and in the cuts and bruises disfiguring his face. "Get up, sweetheart," Nina encouraged with a smile. "We have unfinished business. After I kick you a few more times you'll have all night to sleep." He managed to struggle up to his knees, and looked up, seeing the incredible woman who'd beaten him and his friends up in front of him in a loose stance, prepared to deal him more damage with either her fists or her feet. He resumed the struggle angrily, trying to get to his feet, trying to ignore the pain and his spinning head. "Not.. going down.. without a fight," he hissed as he finally reached his feet. Nina simply chuckled at him, mocking him. "Well dear, you haven't given me much of a fight so far, so I don't see why you'd start now," she teased. The man stumbled towards her, lifting his fist as if it were made of concrete, missing pathetically with the weak punch he'd been able to conjure up. Nina smiled and pivoted slightly away from him. "My turn," she said. "Derek love, I hope you're watching this. These kicks are going to be landing on you next." She raised her right leg high with ease, balancing gracefully on the toes of her left. Extending her leg, she drove a light kick across Slash's face, the bottom of her foot landing with a slapping noise and turning his head with its impact. As Slash grunted, Nina brought her foot back forward, kicking his face in the opposite direction. His head quickly turned with that impact, but somehow he stayed standing. But it was obvious he was finished. Her two kicks had put him out on his feet. "Thanks for the workout, darling," Nina purred, then bent her outstretched leg, only to snap a hard kick to his face one last time. Her kick knocked him out before he hit the floor. The big ex-Marine spun over the handrail of the stairs in a pile of small boxes, and they crumpled under him as he fell, falling down around him and overtop of him as he sagged down to the floor. He came to rest with only his legs showing from underneath the boxes, and they weren't moving. Derek was filled with a bizarre mix of terror and lust. He'd just watched the sexiest, shapeliest pair of legs he'd ever seen on a woman batter a large man into unconsciousness. Looking around, he saw Nina's two other male victims, sleeping like babies. He gulped hard as he saw her turn on him, approaching him slowly, like a cat stalking a mouse. "Just you and me now, little boy," she said with an evil grin. He was still transfixed by her. He wanted to run, but he found he couldn't. All he could do was stare at her amazing, intimidating body. Before he realized it, she was before him, and she quickly kicked the useless iron bar from his grasp. Derek gasped as the bar flew over his shoulder and clattered away, then watched the beautiful amazon woman begin to raise her leg again, to strike.. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. The pain, the horrible pain that only her amazing kicks had ever inflicted on him. The thought filled him with terror, but the thought of her, the memory of watching her exhibit her lovely body and incredible strength in action filled him with desire. He braced himself for her kick's impact. He felt the kick land, to his head. But not what he expected. Instead of the sudden, painful impact he'd thought was coming, Nina's kick hit with considerable, if not her normal, force. And it stayed. He felt her foot pressing him up against a wall, the cold leather of her black pump pressing on his neck and part of his face. Before he knew it, her foot had pinned him. He couldn't move. "Why Derek, you're rock hard! Did I do that?" he heard her sexy voice exclaim. He opened his eyes. He was at the corner of one of the large stacks of crates, pinned against it, in fact. Nina stood in front of him, one long, sexy leg kicked up, her foot holding him stationary with remarkable strength. The girl's balance was incredible. His breathing was difficult under her pressure, but he managed to get enough air to speak. "Y... yes.." he gurgled. "I was wondering why you were just standing there," Nina smirked. "Couldn't tear yourself away, huh?" "No," he replied. "You're amazing.." he gushed, still gasping for breath under her foot's pressure. She showed no sign of letting her foot move. She could probably hold me here forever if she wanted to, Derek thought, his erection throbbing with the image. She grinned as she watched him lose himself in his arousal, her smile making her face even more beautiful. "Wow, you're really not kidding," she giggled. "Not much down there, but I can tell something really wants loose. What were you thinking while I was beating those three wimps up?" "How.. how sexy you are. How incredible you fight. I never watched you when you and I fought.. it was amazing.." His voice trailed off as Nina increased her foot's pressure on his neck. "Yes, and I should be punishing you for hiring those goons, darling," she said. "I should kick that fat head of yours right off your shoulders." Derek gasped for air under her powerful hold. "No... please, Nina. I was wrong.. you were always a better fighter than me. Ack.. please, I'll do anything.. I want to worship you, Nina.. aggh.." Nina laughed and lightened the pressure on Derek's neck slightly. "Hon, it would take five of you to outfight me," she teased. "Still, your three men did give me an exciting evening. I do enjoy a chance to practice my kicks on live targets." The amazon dancer considered for a few moments. "Anything, huh?" Derek squirmed as she increased the pressure on his neck yet again, harder than before. He felt himself becoming dizzy and lightheaded. "Y.. yes," he gasped. "Please.. aaggrrgh.." He felt himself strangling. Nina grinned, gave him one last monumental squeeze with her foot, and said, "Okay." She brought her long leg back down, and Derek collapsed to his knees, gulping in air desperately at her feet. He looked up her sexy legs as she towered over him. "Here's what you can do for me," she said. "You'll be my manservant, or butler, if you prefer. You'll wash my clothes, shine my shoes, buy new clothes for me.. oh, and of course, you'll have to make sure I have ready replacements for clothes I ruin. I find if I'm wearing a dress and get into a fight, my pantyhose get runs in a hurry," she sighed, then smiled and posed her legs provocatively. "But sheer nylons feel so good on my legs, and I always have to have them look their best.." Derek's mind fixed on the seductive woman in front of him, and the thought in his mind that there was no possible way her attractive legs could not look their best. Then he realized the great pain his erection was causing him, being cooped up the way it was. His hands moved down to his crotch.. And Nina kicked him in the face. It wasn't one of her usual blockbuster kicks, but it was hard enough to cause him to cry out in pain and it sprawled him out on the floor. "Oh no you don't, mister," he heard her say sternly as he shook his head and dabbed at the trickle of blood emerging from his lips. "You are mine now. Your existence is to serve me. That includes your cock. I own it now, darling. It and you will obey my commands. Or I can simply just beat you senseless. Would you like to join your three friends, sweetie?" He turned back to the tall, dominating amazon. "No, no!" he pleaded. "I.. I'm yours." "Good," she smiled. "You'll do everything I say, exactly as I want, or I promise you, you'll regret the day you were born." "Yes, Nina," Derek conceded willingly. She looked down on her pathetic little servant. "Excellent. Well, we can leave these three little men. Maybe they'll wake up come sunrise," she laughed. "Let's go, slave boy." The shapely amazon strode off, her newfound manservant tagging along behind.