ULTIMATE POWER SIDE STORY: THE TRIPLETS Part 2 by DustyBottums - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the Extremely talented author and CGI Animator, DustyBottums (creator of Mankillers) For the Full Story of "Ultimate Power Side Story: The Triplets (Part 2)", please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), OR check us out at our New sister site, Amy's Conquest Store (www.amysconqueststore.com). Thanks all, and as always, I hope you all Enjoy! *** ********** The superhumanly powerful woman then maneuvered Paul's pulverized body before her, his broken, shattered legs sliding along the floor. Steve saw what she intended to do before she did it; he shook his head for mercy for his friend. But it was not to be. With careful ministrations, Willow pushed the hard sphere of Paul's head deep into the vast valley of cleavage between her breasts exposed by her skin-tight suit. Each ridiculously firm breast seemed nearly the size of Paul's actual head, and with careful maneuvering, Willow was able to shift her bosom to make room for it. In seconds, it was complete, and she took her hand away. To emphasize the sheer, unnatural, impossible power she held over this man, Willow placed her balled fists on her hips, and cocked her hips to one side sexily. Paul's head was firmly nestled between her massive, firm breasts, his ruined legs crumpled along the ground. His entire weight hung suspended from her bosom. "First, the facial," Willow hissed, and flattened her hands on the smooth, perfectly curved latex-clad outside of her bosom. Then, she pushed in slowly, inexorably. Steve was too numbed and horrified to look away. At first, her bosom gave way and pushed up around the hard foreign body, but only a little - a testament to the incredible unnatural firmness of even this, the softest part of her body. But then the softness stopped, and the creamy breast tissue pushed in, making the hardest part of this man yield to this superwoman's superiority. Willow arched her back, pulling Paul further off the floor, and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. The impossibly firm twin globes of her breasts pushed in, and after a long, sustained vibration that spoke of the forces exerted on it, the tortured calcium structure began to cave. Pop. Pop. Pop. Crackle. Pop. Splinter. Crackle. Pop. Crack ... . "9," Willow hissed herself this time. "Now, 8 cranial." When she removed Paul's head from her bosom, Steve could barely recognize his friend. Paul's face was puffy and swollen from trauma, and seemed to bulge in all kinds of strange places. Willow quickly and expertly reversed Paul's position, so now the back of his head was nestled firmly in the deep firm valley of cleavage. Her body trembled with obvious excitement and barely contained power. Her hands flattened against the outer edge of her breasts. "Now, would you please count down for me, sisters?" she sighed. POP! "9!" Willow pressed harder, and the massive vice of impossibly firm tit flesh closed in harder. CRACKLE! "8." The obscene superhuman vice crushed in ever harder. A deep, fundamental structure in Paul's head gave way with a shockingly loud, hollow sounding BANG! And his head suddenly lost some of its integrity. To Steve's horrified eyes, Paul's head buckled and seem to lengthen, to elongate a little bit. "7!" And so it went on. Holly and Lilly reached across Steve to furiously rub at the latex-covered delta of their sexes, their gloves squeaking on the material a little as their pace increased. Finally it came down to 3 ... 2 ... .1. "And now, watch as I break the final bone in this man's body using only the strength and power of my own as a weapon. The tiny hyboid bone." Willow flashed a one-sided, evil grin as her eyes flashed at Steve's own. Her hands gave one final, tiny nudge inward on the massive swell of her bosom, the ultra-firm breasts crunching in on the last target. Paul's obviously deformed, crushed head elongated further, and from deep in the flesh valley came a tiny, barely audible (pop!) And the sisters all cried aloud in the joy of an almost sexual release. Willow stared down at Steve, her magnificent, sleek, muscle-packed body trembling, a thin sheen of perspiration from her excitement gleaming on the smooth, clear skin of her face and neck, her nostrils flaring as she breathed mightily - this made her awesome bosom swell more, to rise and fall, carrying the pulverized form of his friend up and down with it. Finally, she pulled her massive breasts apart and the misshapen, bruised, and thoroughly crushed head of his co-worker was visible as it slid wetly, shapelessly from that superhuman valley of flesh and muscle. Paul's body tumbled forward to lay prone at her feet, the pulped, misshapen head smacking the floor wetly like a waterlogged bag of crushed gravel. The automatic breaths he still drew grew weaker and smaller by the second. "Zero," Willow sighed breathlessly, and grinned a wicked, animalistic smiled of triumph. Paul's breathing grew more shallow, his body shuddered weakly, involuntarily, and then relaxed as whatever life remained in the pulverized bag of tissue fled into oblivion. Suddenly Steve was airborne again, his uniform balled up in the fist of Willow as she pulled him aloft with the same ease she used to crush the life from his friend. Her slick, hungry ruby lips slipped over his and her mouth worked almost as if she were chewing his mouth for a meal, her slippery tongue pushed into his mouth, licking and darting. At last she broke the kiss, and watched the terror in his eyes as she lowered him to eye-level with her terrible, stunning, and utterly lethal bosom. "Well, big boy? Want to have a go at these babies?" she laughed cruelly. Steve blubbered inarticulately in mortal terror. Laughing at the raw emotion she had elicited from him, she dropped him roughly back to the floor, his bound hands still behind his back. Lilly and Holly stood once more and joined their sister, moaning as the hands of each began caressing the other; full, bee-stung scarlet lip brushed across scarlet lip; massaging hands tickled and felt the weight and fullness of impossible firm breasts. Then, as the moment passed and they seemingly became aware of his presence again, the fearsome trio of lethal muscle sisters leaned over him ... and with each giving a girlish growl of savagery, their bodies swelled even more, their forms rippling with superhuman, bulging muscular power as all three curled their arms down in a stunning most-muscular pose. "Grrrrr ... ," they snarled playfully in unison. "You saw what Willow can do," Holly said. "You see these bodies of ours," Willow sighed. "We're each equally powerful, equally strong," Holly finished. "So, Little One," Lilly said with a wicked smile and a bright inner light in her eyes, "do you still think we're not strong enough to steal that widdle 'ol diamond?" she pouted. "Oh, I think he knows we're strong enough ... .now," Willow grinned. "Umm hmmm," Holly agreed. "He does indeed. But maybe he thinks we're not ... flexible enough. Cat burglars are always super-flexible. And tough. Because they always get surprised by the guard ... ." " ... who catches them off 'guard,'" Willow added. "And then what does the cat burglar do, Holly?" Lilly asked softly. Holly slammed her massive muscle-bound form down into a martial arts stance, her hands curled into blade-like weapons. She smiled and looked Steve right in the eyes when she replied. "Why, the cat burglar beats the guard within an inch of his life. 'Cause any self-respecting cat burglar is a highly trained, incredibly lethal karate expert. Right, girls?" "Right!" the other two chirped, and giggled. "And the fisticuff-fun is set to begin in twelve ... " Lilly said, checking her watch once more. "Ten ... ..eight ... ." Once again, the trip of fearsome warriors melted away into the shadows, their bulging forms falling deeper into the inky blackness so completely that Steve hoped they had truly disappeared, had retreated back into whatever brutal hell had spit them out. Almost as if on cue, the muted glow of a flashlight cut through the dark. "No," Steve moaned weakly, almost inaudibly. The bright beam of Dan's flashlight spilled across the scene, across Steve's panicked, bound form and Paul's crumpled corpse. Steve could hear a gasp in the gloom. "What?! Steve? Paul?" Dan Kincaid said, his voice rising in a tone of half-alarm, half-question. He began to take quicker steps toward them, toward Steve, who, oddly enough, was shaking his head as if he didn't want help. "What's going on, Steve? Is Paul""" That was as far as he got. With a hiss of a great mass moving at a tremendous velocity, a black-clad form shot out of the dark in a picture-perfect flying kick. The extended toe of the boot connected with Dan's temple, almost as if he were speared by it. "KEEEE-YAAAH!" Holly roared as the blow connected, and she almost seemed to step down out of midair to the floor, as all of her considerable inertia was transferred to her target. Dan's head bounced back on his neck like it had a ball bearing in it, and his body sprang into the air, spinning end over end, until he slammed into a suit of armor display on one side of the grand hall. Security guard, metal plate armor, and shattered glass crashed to the floor in a heap. "Excellent form, Holly," Lilly commended her identical companion. "Thanks, Lil!" Holly chirped and made a tiny mock bow. Dan groaned, his eyes glassy and unfocused. All the same, the big man shuddered and then began to climb to his feet. He shook his head to clear his vision. Holly's crimson lips widened in a terrifying predatory grin. She widened her stance, the shining black material creaking from the strain of her bulging musculature. She stretched her neck and shook her hands like a boxer before a match as she bounced on the balls of her booted feet. "Why don't you tell Steve here where exactly you learned your wonderful skills, Holly dear?" Lilly prodded. Dan's eyes swam into focus at last, and he crouched into a boxer's stance. He swung a vicious left hook at Holly's face ... .which she caught in the palm of her left hand with little visible effort. She tightened her grip and Dan's grimace of pain overcame his look of shock. "All of us learned there, Lilly," Holly reminded her, smiling. Then Holly turned her attention to Dan, and her powerful form blurred into motion as her right fist blasted into Dan's face in a jab almost too fast to track. Dan's head danced on his neck drunkenly as his body flipped backward from the force of her strike. His back slammed against one of granite walls of the museum, and he slid down into a sitting position, a thin trickle of blood coming from a cut lip and what appeared to be a few teeth decorating the front of his shirt. Holly turned back toward the trio's terrified, bewildered captive. "You can't say I'm a greater fighter. All three of us are equal masters." Amazingly, Dan managed to climb to his feet again, his vision unfocused but intense. Steve was sure that this fearsome female fighter was toying with him, mocking him. She appeared to be as impossibly strong as her supposed-sister Willow, and Steve suspected that she could have killed the big man with a single blow, at any time she wished. As shocking as it was, she was pulling her punches. "Masters of ... " Willow teased. Holly made a mock bow to Steve, her back turned on her tottering opponent. "We are a trio of karate masters, Steve. As well as masters of the disciplines of Tae Kwon Do, Akido, Judo, Jujitsu, Hapkido, Ninjitsu, Krav Maga, Wu-Shu and Wing Chun ... " "That's impossible," Steve croaked in fear and misery. 'Hmm?" Holly asked at his interruption. She hadn't even finished her listing. "Nobody could master all that stuff," Steve gasped. "Really," Holly replied, her eyes darkening. Just then, behind her, Dan surged forward in an awkward, desperate attack. Without turning, Holly caught Dan's right wrist in her left hand. "Interesting," she added, and with a hiss of motion, spun and used her right hand to pepper Dan's midsection with a series of heavy, thudding blows that sounded more like small explosions, coming in a rapid-fire string of thuds like a machine gun firing. In just a few seconds, she landed more than a dozen strikes. Dan, still standing but effectively unconscious, teetered. "I learned this maneuver from a monk in Tibet...." Holly began matter-of-factly. Then she and with a low, harsh martial-arts grunt -- "Hah!" -- and pulled his offending arm down while she made a quick, slightly awkward-looking motion with her right arm, and stepped in close to her opponent. There was an incredibly loud, brittle CRACK of breaking bone, and suddenly Dan's left arm had three new joints in it. "...before I killed him," Holly finished with a wicked gleam in her eye. Dan's eyes swam back into focus at the pain of this, but before he could scream, Holly blasted a left-handed open palm strike into his chest that landed with a heavy, concussive THUD and threw him backward as if he'd been shot from a cannon. The big man's body slid along the floor to slam into the wall once again. Holly turned toward Steve once again, and smiled. "You see, the three of us have spent the whole year getting ready for this. And a girl can't really be a bad-ass karate cat burglar without, you know, knowing karate. So we traveled the world, exploring the most remote regions of the planet, seeking out the great masters of the martial arts." "Umm-hmmm," Willow agreed. "I would find a master, learn from him, and then challenge him immediately." "Yes," Lilly offered. "Tell Steve what happened next." "Then I would kill him, with my bare hands, right in front of his students," Willow said. "And then, more often than not, they would attack me. So I had no choice. I had to show them who was the new boss." Steve just stared on in wonder. "For all of us, it was the same," Holly intoned as she grabbed a handful of Dan's shirt. Without effort she picked him bodily from the ground to dangle from her grasp, completely unconscious. "We would learn from the great masters, kill them, and then use our new skills to take the other men apart." "It was great practice," Lilly added. "The result was quite a bloodbath," Willow added. "Yes, there's quite a drought of martial arts masters, at the moment. And in certain circles, the stories of the trio of lethal superwomen are told in hushed tones to scare new apprentices." "Yes," Willow said, her voice wistful as a dreamy look crossed her face, "in some places, in the right areas, it is known as a great honor to be killed by me in unarmed combat." "Or me," Lille added. "Or me," Holly finished, and dropped Dan. As the unconscious man fell earthward, Holly screamed out a vicious shriek and delivered a tremendous chop to his back. She struck with such force that his body rebounded off the granite floor with a terrible hollow CRACK and he bounced upward. With a hiss of sudden, blurring movement, Holly spun on one sharp heel, her sleek, muscular leg flashing out in a kick. Her boot blasted into the man's side, crunching bone and pulverizing muscle. Dan's body leapt away from the strike, the force from her blow transferring itself to his own body, and tumbled end over end where he slammed into the wall yet again. He tumbled to the ground in a broken, unmoving heap. But the fearsome Holly wasn't done yet. Her gloved hand closed on Dan's collar and she drew his limp body from the ground again. "Showing off my skills in the deadly arts has really got my motor revving," she growled, grinning. "Let's give Stevie a show, girls," she breathed. Willow clapped her hands. "You mean a game?" "Yeah!" Lilly cried. "We love to play games!" The other two women slinked closer to their sister with the odd grace of wild animals as they gathered to play with their victim, the way a cat toys with a mouse. "He sure is light. Kinda bouncy," Holly intoned mockingly. "Do you mean it's time for..." Lilly began. "...a game of...." Willow continued. "HUMAN PINBALL!" the three women cried aloud, and giggled in delight. Holly raised Dan's motionless body higher with her left hand as if he weighed no more than a sack of flour. She slowly drew her right hand back in a deadly-looking fist, the hand nearly trembling from barely contained power. "Well....let's...put...him...into...PLAY!" she roared, and unloaded with a huge punch to Dan's spine. CRACK! The sound of the man's spine snapping was plainly audible over the thud of the strike, and Steve watched in wonder as Dan's body jumped up and away from Holly, tumbling madly....right toward.... POW! Dan's body reversed direction as Willow hit him with a vicious side kick to the head; Dan's body climbed higher, arcing the twenty feet toward... Lilly, who continued the game by landing an uppercut to his midsection, throwing his body higher and back into play with a reverberating THUD and faint crackle of breaking ribs. They continued this way for what seemed to Steve to be a long, long time...these fearsome, muscled superwomen batted a grown man's body around like it was a mere volleyball, laughing as they did it. Dan tumbled through the air like a rag doll, each blow heavier and more savage than the last. A kick bent him double backwards as he shot back into the air, arms and legs flopping bonelessly. A vicious punch crushed bone and sent him tumbling upward once again. On and on it went, the helpless man's body seeming to weigh nothing as the trio of impossibly powerful women used it as a plaything. *** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Members Only, Text Stories Section OR from our New Amy's Conquest Store (www.amysconqueststore.com) where ALL of our AC material can now be purchased individually! ***