LOVELY ASSASSIN 2
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@Gmail.com
Sometimes it's good to beat a hard man AND a hard woman....


Lila was waiting in an out of the way part of the lobby of the John Hancock
Building, dressed in a way calculated to be generally unobtrusive but also
extremely attractive to her target: short mousy brown hair, prop eyeglasses,
and a quiet business suit/skirt, which combined with her dynamite figure to
give her a sort of naughty schoolgirl all-grown-up look. Within a few minutes
her quarry approached: a little-known international underworld figure named
Kara Andreova, who paid homage to the Chicago mob but nevertheless had a hand
in numerous illegal activities all over the world, from moving drugs, guns,
and stolen goods to contract killings. Although conservatively dressed in her
own dark blue business skirt, she stood out from the crowd: an Amazon woman
over six feet tall with long blonde hair and a (literally) killer body. Among
the mob bosses she was known as "Big Sal" for her resemblance to the
actress/fitness model Robin Coleman who played tough prison inmate Big Sal in
the movie "Madea Goes to Jail." She was walking with her male personal
assistant and two "secretaries", a buxom Hispanic woman and a small, shapely
Asian girl. All three were rumored to be Andreova's sex slaves. Lila found the
male assistant perfectly gorgeous: a trim 30-ish man about 5'8" and 150 pounds
with an athletic frame and a poised, graceful walk that made him look every
bit like a male ballet dancer. Kara seemed to dwarf him, however, her massive
dimensions making it appear as if she was a head taller than him instead of
just four inches.

The assistant walked ahead toward the elevators in order to have one waiting
for her. Lila seized her chance and began walking toward him at a rapid pace,
looking down at her smart phone as if she was engrossed in an intense texting
conversation. She collided with him at full tilt, falling down as she knocked
him backwards on his ass. Lila made it appear that her head may have hit the
marble floor; her eyes rolled back in her head and her body began trembling as
if she was having a seizure. Ken the assistant crawled over to her on his
hands and knees and turned her on her side, as he had heard you were supposed
to do for seizure victims. Lila shook for several more seconds, drooling out
the side of her mouth, but then she seemed to come back to herself, hopefully
soon enough that no one had yet called for the paramedics. She gave Ken a
dazed, disoriented look. Ken's eyes were wide with horror, and he was looking
as if he was about to panic and run when Kara's shadow covered them. She
looked intently down at Lila and softly said in accented English "Are you
allright, Miss?"

Lila whimpered a bit and bent her leg to push on the floor as if trying to get
to her feet. She exposed her shapely legs up to her panties in the process,
giving Kara and her entourage a full view of her goodies. Time to put her
telekinesis to work, she thought, even though from intelligence information
about Andreova's ravenous sexual appetite it was fairly certain she was
already attracted, else she would not have even made any effort to speak to
Lila much less help her. Lila reached toward Kara as if asking for help, and
concentrated on Kara's nether region, causing the capillaries there to dilate,
which Kara felt as heat. The big blonde sighed and her face flushed of its own
accord from apparent sexual excitement. Excellent! Lila seemed to completely
come to, and made an earnest attempt to stand. Kara placed her hands under
Lila's armpits and easily lifted her up off the floor and then up farther
still, until Lila's breasts were even with Kara's eyes. She seemed to regard
those delicious orbs for more than just a moment before she set Lila back on
her feet. Lila wobbled but just managed to stand.

"Are you allright, Miss?" Kara repeated. Her accent seemed to vary from
Russian to Polish, making Lila doubtful that Andreova was even Kara's real
name.

"I'll be okay" said Lila uncertainly, "I just need to go somewhere and sit
down for a bit, if you could direct me to a coffee shop ... ."

"Nonsense! My clumsy assistant is responsible for your discomfort, for which I
will discipline him later you can be sure. If you do not mind, I would like to
make it up to you with a cup of tea. -Or coffee, if you prefer. My office and
apartment are but a few floors above us."

"That's very kind of you," Lila said appreciatively, "but I couldn't impose on
you to"""She swooned, falling against Ken, who immediately caught and gently
steadied her. What a dear! "Maybe I will take you up on that." she said
softly. "I been so busy I haven't eaten much today, and that may have made me
a bit light-headed, too, I suppose ... ."

"Then you shall have dinner with us as well." Kara said. It was a statement,
not a suggestion. "Ken, hold my purse and go call the elevator. Judy and
Imelda, hold the elevator doors for us when it arrives. Kara handed the purse
over to Ken and quickly scooped Lila up in her arms like a baby. Lila had
layers of unseen muscle under her feminine curves, so she weighed upwards of
160 pounds, but Kara hardly seemed to notice.

"Oh, thank you... you're so strong!" Lila said dreamily, as she rested her
head on Kara's shoulder. She again concentrated and warmed Kara's sex. Kara
paused for a second and sighed yet again before carrying her into the
elevator. Her building lust was already driving her plans for the evening to
come.

"It will be my pleasure," smiled Kara. If only this darling girl knew what I
really mean by that, Kara mused, she might not be so accepting of my
assistance. But little did she know that Lila was fully aware of what she was
getting into. She stirred slightly against Kara's chest and immediately felt
Kara's rock hard nipples poking her through their clothing. This was going to
be too easy, Lila thought, and concentrated on making Kara's nipples tingle.
Kara nearly dropped her, and had to lean back against the elevator wall to
steady herself. Damn, this little bitch was hot! She wondered if she could
even wait until after dinner to take her ... .

Lila appeared to have fallen asleep, so Kara carried her to a guest bedroom
and, displaying incredible strength, gently laid her on top of the bed without
waking her. She left her there to rest until dinner and walked down the hall.
When she reached her office/study, she began pacing back and forth. Her loins
were on fire! Her body was dripping with heat and musk, and her panties were
soaked with the juices of arousal. She couldn't wait until the right time with
Lila, she had to have some precious release right damn NOW. She walked to the
desk and pushed an intercom button. "Ken, I need you here, now!" There was no
reply on the intercom, just the immediate sound of footsteps coming hurriedly
down the corridor.

Lila waited a few seconds while the footsteps receded, then slipped out of the
room and crept down the hall in her stocking feet. She heard voices from a
room off to her left, and knelt down and peeked in from the bottom of the
doorway to see that it was Andreova's office and Ken and Kara who were
talking.

"Y-yes, Mistress?" stammered Ken. He knew she was in a mood, and it did not
matter whether it was anger or lust because either way it usually went badly
for him. Kara sat down in the desk chair and pushed it back from the desk. She
leaned back slightly and opened her legs. She had removed her panties. They
had ben sopping wet, anyway.

"Now." This was her signal that there would be no formalities. Ken was
expected to begin work immediately and would not even be allowed time to take
off his suit jacket.

"Y-yes Mistress." Ken got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to her.
He placed his head between her legs and she grabbed him by the hair and yanked
his head forward into her. Her clit was engorged and hot as he began lapping
at it furiously. Kara moaned and placed her legs on Ken's back, driving him
toward her with her heels while she worked his head with both of her hands
buried in his hair. As often happened, the firmness of Ken's tongue proved
insufficient to bring her off, so she took to using his nose as a dildo,
forcing it in and out of her pussy, rubbing it against her swollen little
woman-penis. Her arousal continued to build and build, higher than she thought
possible, still with no release. Frustrated, she pushed Ken's head away from
her, grabbed under his arms and lifted him up and pushed him backward onto the
huge desk. She yanked his pants down without even undoing the belt, painfully
bending his hardened member downward momentarily until it cleared the fabric
and was allowed to stand firm and tall. He was never allowed to wear underwear
of any kind.

Kara hiked up her skirt to avoid tearing it and mounted Ken on top of the
desk. She furiously slammed his 8-inch cock back and forth inside her,
gripping it with her pussy while she pounded her clit with it. Ken had become
an excellent cocksman out of necessity, and hung on valiantly for quite some
time, but the powerful womanhandling he was receiving sent shock waves through
his body. He was sent past the point of no return and erupted before he could
even begin a male Kegel exercise to try to stave off the inevitable. A long
"GGGAAAAAAH!" burst forth from deep within him as a tsunami of cum blasted its
way out of his cock. He was so overwhelmed he barely even felt the sting of
Kara slapping his face.

"DAMMIT, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE WORM!" she exclaimed in exasperation. She jumped
backward without raising up, nearly ripping off the softening member still
gripped inside her. An 'OW!' escaped him involuntarily as his shaft was
wrenched free, barely holding on by its base. She grabbed his hair and pulled
him off the desk, yanking his head downward as she stood over him and forced
his face into her pussy. "CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!"

Ken was licking, sucking, tonguing and nosing her as hard as he could while
she kept his face crushed into her, her hands grasping his ears. He was being
smothered, drowning in his own jism mixed with her juices, and began trying to
push out of her while gagging and gasping in futile involuntary attempts to
get air. The pitiful sound of his gurgling while he futilely struggled to
resist gave her an exhilarating feeling of domination that was finally enough
to drive her into oblivion, crying out as her body shook with a crescendo of
contractions that made her go up on tiptoe and squeeze her legs together in
ecstasy, crushing Ken's face. Ken's face reddened, his eyes bugged, and after
more than a few seconds he finally passed out. Kara didn't even notice until
several moments later when her pleasure storm finally passed, and when she
relaxed her legs, Ken's head slipped out from between them, allowing his limp
body to slump to the floor.

Kara walked over to the small coat closet and opened the door. She examined
herself in the full length mirror, straightening her skirt and smoothing back
a wisp of flyaway blonde hair. Then she walked back to Ken and looked down at
him in disgust. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to a sitting
position, then slapped him awake. "Get up, Minute Man!" she scowled. He awoke
to find himself staring up into her blazing eyes. "You know the only reason I
keep you around here is your massive nehic. If it won't work for you, you will
not work for me. I will let Judy and Imelda have their way with you and leave
you in a dumpster."

"I won't fail again, Mistress" said Ken, rubbing his face to drive away the
pain.

Kara finally smiled, becoming her old self again. "Good! Now, clean yourself
up and get ready for dinner. We have a guest, you know."

"Yes, Mistress." Ken dragged himself to his feet and staggered toward the
hall. Startled, Lila stood up and quickly padded back to her guest room,
quietly closing the door behind her. She lay on the bed pretending to be
asleep until she heard Ken's heavy, slow steps pass her door and recede down
the hall. A few seconds later, however, she actually did fall asleep.

"Hey! Wake up!" A hand roughly shook her shoulder. Startled awake, she
instinctively grabbed the pinky side of the hand and twisted it around while
pushing the elbow with her other hand, hyper-extending it slightly so that the
wrist and elbow were both locked out. "OW!" yelped the arm's owner. It was
Imelda. "Let me go, dammit! I just came to tell you dinner is served ... .
Geeze!" Lila abruptly let go and stood up, moving away from her just to be
safe.

"Uh, sorry" Lila said rather sheepishly. "I must have been having a bad dream,
I guess."

"I GUESS so! Straighten yourself up; the Mistress likes her girls neat and
well-kept."

"I'm not one of her 'girls', but I would like to make myself presentable,
thank you."

"You ARE one of her girls, Honey, you just don't know it, yet. The dining room
is down the hall on the right." With a haughty look, Imelda turned and left
without waiting for Lila to acknowledge her. As always, women seemed to see
red whenever Lila came on the scene. Maybe it was because their men (or in
this case, their WOMAN) always seemed to drool over her the moment they met.

Lila found her small day purse on the nightstand where someone had
thoughtfully placed it. She brushed out her collar-length hair, smoothed down
her skirt suit and put on her medium-heeled business pumps. She made her way
down the hall and found the dining room, and entered to find Ken standing and
holding the chair of a vacant place at the table. He seemed to be magically
rejuvenated from his earlier torture session. She smiled at him and he smiled
back as he seated her.

Dinner was light fare, heavy on protein and light on carbs. The conversation
flowed surprisingly smoothly, and Lila learned much about her host and
hostesses. Imelda had been a Las Vegas showgirl who had caught Kara's eye
during one particularly racy number at the off-the-strip casino where she was
working at the time. Judy had been the receptionist for an Asian crime boss
who was one of Andreova's connections. Kara said there was quite a story about
how she had "persuaded" him to let her have Judy, which she would have to tell
some other time. Judy just giggled when she said this, and Lila in her line of
work had heard of a particular Asian boss who had disappeared for a time, and
the condition he'd been in when he was found ... .

As dinner ended, Lila begged leave to take a shower and retire for the
evening. Kara had Ken show her where the guest bath and supplies were, and
when she finished, Ken was waiting to walk her back to her room. Along the way
he showed her the rest of the apartment, pointing out the workout room, Kara's
room, Judy and Imelda's room, and his own bedroom. He asked if he could come
in for a moment, and Lila consented, although she was wondering if he might be
about to try something, although what that might be she could only guess.

"There isn't much time, so I'll be brief" he whispered urgently. "You really
need to leave now, for your own safety. Please!" He could see Lila's quizzical
expression. "If you stay, the Mistress will come to your room tonight, as soon
as she finishes her workout, which will be in a couple of hours. She intends
to seduce you, or rape you if you resist being seduced."

"Well ... what if I don't mind being seduced? I find your Mistress quite
attractive, you know."

"You don't understand! Lila, we've only just met, but I like you very much.
When the mistress takes someone, it can be rough, even violent. Some of her
partners have been injured. Others, um, well ... Oh hell, I'll say it""they
did not survive. I'd hate to see either of those things happen to you."

"Oh Kenny, you're so sweet!" she cooed. "Stop teasing me! All this talk of
rough sex with your Mistress is getting me hot and bothered. What ... if ...
I... told you that I'm up for the challenge, and that it may turn out that SHE
will not survive? Wouldn't that end your life of pain and servitude? I saw
what she did to you earlier tonight." Ken's face reddened.

"I couldn't let you do that" he said gravely. "Despite everything the Mistress
puts me through, I ... I love her. So you see, I can't let you stay. Please,
be ready to go before She comes for you, for both your sakes and mine."

"All right, Kenny, I'll do as you wish, even though I had SO looked forward to
being had by her tonight. As consolation, the least you can do is give me a
goodbye kiss!" With that she grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to
her.

"No!" he hissed. "Mistress would kill me!"

"Then let's not tell her!" she whispered back. She could feel that he was
attracted to her despite his fear, and aggressively she kissed him, forcing
her tongue into his mouth. He tensed, but did not resist. She kissed him
passionately, held him forcefully against her, and she could feel his manhood
responding, although his fear was keeping him from becoming fully hard. Lila
dropped her hand near his member and concentrated, forcing the valves to his
cavernosal vessels to open wide and allow a rush of blood into his member,
giving him the raging hard-on she wanted. She yanked his pants down much as
Kara had earlier, wrenching his member down until it cleared the pants and
sprang forward again. Her forceful attack had caused a Pavlovian response in
him. He offered no resistance, standing ready for whatever she had in store
for him.

"Mmm ... " she grinned, "what a delicious piece of man-meat you have!" She
knelt before him and ingested his massive member. She would love to make an
evening of it with Ken, she thought, but time was short and she needed a quick
infusion of male essence to strengthen her for the battle to come. She had
hoped to have Ken as an ally, but he made it clear he would not help her, and
might even try to stop her from doing what she was committed to do (as if he
could!). She had to get Ken out of the way, and she hoped she could do so
without hurting him, but achieving her objective was of paramount importance.

"Mmmm ... " she hummed as she worked the head of his cock in and out of her
mouth, simultaneously stroking the length of his shaft with both hands. She
felt cursed to have such a small mouth; even in deep throat mode, she could
only envelope part of him. She had managed to make up for it by becoming an
expert with her hands and fingers. She liked Ken, and she was happy to be
pleasuring him. She wanted to give him at least a few minutes of ordinary
mouth love, but there just wasn't time.

She cheated just a bit, lightly stimulating the neurons in his cock with a
low-energy pulse of telekinetic energy. Ken moaned. "Oh, Mistress, that's
incredible!"

"Shh!" she hissed. She was a little miffed at his seeming to confuse her with
Kara, but mused that it might work to her advantage. At any rate, she would
soon be showing him the vast difference between the Mistress' technique and
hers. She kept up the pulse, but became concerned he might make too much noise
at the crucial moment. She paused, and quickly reached into her purse on the
nightstand and pulled out a small block of rubbery material. "Here, bite down
on this, baby" she cooed, as she resumed alternately sucking and swirling the
head while she stroked his shaft.

"Huh? What's that for?" he asked, still somewhat disoriented from having so
much blood diverted from one head to the other.

"JUST DO IT!" she commanded, and he immediately complied, a Pavlovian response
to a command from a "Mistress." Regretfully, it was time to say good night to
Ken and get on with the mission. With some remorse, she made a tight seal
around the head of his cock, grabbed it with both hands and concentrated,
focusing all her psychic energy through her lovely hands and fingers.

"NNNNNNnnnggh!" he grunted around the bite block. The orgasmic jolt
electrified his entire body, which began to quake as he came and came,
involuntary emptying himself. Lila sucked and sucked, expertly swallowing it
down and letting not a single droplet of his essence escape. Ken was soon
completely drained, his member dry-heaving with contractions as she kept
herself at full power. At twenty-five seconds of orgasm, Ken's eyes rolled
back into his head and he collapsed. As he lost consciousness, she let go and
pushed him backward onto the bed, cushioning his fall.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed when she discovered he wasn't breathing. She tilted
his head back to clear his airway and sealed her mouth over his mouth and
nose, and then she gave him two quick breaths. He began sucking in air on his
own, even though he was still unconscious, shaking slightly as if he was
having a seizure. Lila hoped he would be all right, but there was no time to
worry about it. She hitched up Ken's pants, then opened her room door and
looked up and down the hall. With the coast clear, she scooped him up in her
arms and quietly carried him down to his room and placed him on the bed. From
her past experience she knew he would be out for a couple of hours, more or
less. Plenty of time, she hoped.

Lila had only just walked back to her room, slipped off her clothes, and
gotten into bed when there was a knock on the door. As she got up to answer
it, Kara opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her.

Lila was standing there naked, and Kara's eyes grew wide with desire as she
took in the sight of her delicious tanned curves: wide shoulders, full round
breasts, wasp waist, full hips, and long, muscular legs like a dancer's. When
Lila moved or flexed, you could see the steel muscle hidden under her velvet
skin. Kara knew at that moment that Lila was going to be an exciting partner,
a worthy opponent, or both.

"My my, you are very, very beautiful, Lila" she cooed, gliding toward her. "I
could not stop thinking about you, before ... . But now that I've seen you in
all your naked glory, I simply must have you!" She snaked her arms around
Lila's waist and drew the smaller girl to her. Lila made a show of trying to
push her away, figuring that would arouse her even more, and she was right.
Kara clenched her even harder, and forced a deep kiss on her. Lila continued
to play the conquered heroine, whimpering desperately as Kara's tongue invaded
her mouth, pushing on her shoulders in an effort to escape. After a few
moments of futile struggling, Lila dramatically surrendered, kissing Kara back
with intensity as she held onto her shoulders for support, as if she might
swoon any second.

The kissed passionately for some time, until Kara put her hands under Lila's
buttocks and lifted her. Lila eagerly responded, wrapping her legs around
Kara's midsection just above the hips while Kara carried her over to the bed.
They both fell into bed together, Kara latching onto Lila's bullet-like erect
left nipple while she rolled and squeezed her right breast, then playfully
tweaked her right nipple, but only slightly. Lila gasped and then sighed, her
eyes half closed, face flushed. The bitch might be evil, she thought, but she
was also freakin' HOT.

Kara moved down Lila's body, kissing her abs, her belly button, the inside of
both hips, then her soul patch just above the garden of joy. She moved in on
her love button slowly, lightly flicking it with her tongue, then teasing it a
little more, and finally attacked, sucking and licking the engorged clit with
abandon. Lila moaned, her head back as she writhed with torturing pleasure.
She was quickly building toward the best orgasm she'd had in months, and that
was saying something. Kara continued swirling Lila's clit with her tongue
while she gently pushed two long, thick fingers through her gates of heaven,
instinctively finding her G-spot and massaging it. Lila groaned and shook, her
back arching with contortions of ecstasy as she came ever closer to going over
the edge. Finally she could take no more, and she cried out loudly but then
fell silent as the contractions of her orgasm rolled through her, the
afterglow of which left her body tingling for a few moments.

Kara moved up and lay next to Lila, gently nibbling her neck. "I loved making
you come! I would like to cuddle more, but I ... AM ... ON ... FIRE!" she said
as she rolled, taking Lila with her so that Lila wound up on top. "It's your
turn! Are you ready?" Lila's eyes gleamed, and she answered Kara with a
furiously passionate kiss. Sensing Kara's already-at-fever-pitch arousal, Lila
launched into an attack on her erogenous zones with gusto, duplicating Kara's
previous moves and throwing in some of her own. As she reached Kara's own
devil's playground, Kara quite uncharacteristically giggled with delight.

She clamped her massive thighs around Lila's head and firmly held it there.
"Dear Lila, I am afraid to tell you that this is what REALLY gets me off ...
." She very slowly began increasing the pressure on her head. Lila screamed,
feigning fear, although truth be told she actually WAS starting to feel a
little concerned. Her face was reddening, and she faked a gasp even though she
was really holding her breath. She pawed at Kara's huge thighs in a mock panic
attempt to escape. Only inches from Kara's pussy, Lila could smell her arousal
as she literally became dripping wet with the anticipation of crushing Lila's
skull.

Good!, Lila thought, the more nerve stimulation Kara had going, the better.
The pain was becoming acute as Lila's eyes bugged, and she was not sure if she
could wait for the most opportune moment ... but then that moment came, as
Kara's eyes half closed and her breathing became ragged. She was about to go
over the edge, and Lila meant to give her a big push as she went. Kara began
to moan just as Lila felt she might lose conscious if she didn't do it now.
"Aaaaaah" sighed Kara, smiling as her normal orgasmic response contractions
began and she tightened her grip even more. Lila suddenly pushed her hand
between Kara's thighs and actually physically touched her clitoris. She
focused all of the telekinetic energy she had and fired it through her
fingers, an orgasmic thunderbolt that jolted the neurons in Kara's clit as it
passed through them and shot up her vaginal walls and out into the rest of her
body. "OH!" cried Kara as the jolt struck her. Taking advantage of Kara's
momentary disorientation to pry her head from between Kara's legs with her
other arm before the contractions began and those massive legs snapped shut
like a giant bear trap. She kept the other hand firmly pressed against the
lightning rod of Kara's clit, concentrating megawatts of psychic energy into
it.

"UGH!" cried Kara again, then "UGH UGH UGH UGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGHUGH!" as the
massive contractions spread to every muscle of her body. She looked as if she
were being electrocuted, shaking and quaking, her massive muscles fighting
each other as the atomic orgasmic pulse rippled through them. Lila's arm was
trapped between Kara's huge thighs as they locked together in spasm. It was a
bit painful for Lila but they kept her hand from slipping from the engorged,
vibrating clit that was now furiously spewing forth its female ejaculate. Kara
flowed and flowed, drenching her thighs along with the sheet below them. Most
of Lila's previous victims had succumbed to unconsciousness after twenty
seconds, but Kara's eyes had yet to roll back into her head, and she seemed to
know exactly what was happening to her, yet was powerless to stop it. Human
beings are conditioned to fight pain, but massive overwhelming pleasure, even
enough to destroy them, is almost impossible to resist.

By thirty-five seconds, however, Kara showed signs of crumbling as her eyes
became half closed and her face lost its exquisitely tortured expression. Lila
suddenly turned off the juice, and went into action while Kara, suddenly
awake, was still paralyzed, her neurons still firing on their own, albeit
weakly. She jumped on Kara and got her in a schoolboy pin so she could look
down into her eyes. She had to work quickly since even her own considerable
strength would be no match for Kara's if she returned to normal.

"You need to know why I'm doing this" she said evenly, although her eyes
stared hotly into Kara's. "Don Fernando and Don Diego may have ordered the hit
on my brother a couple years ago, but YOU carried it out. You seduced him,
lured him here just like you did me, and when you had him right where you
wanted him you crushed his head between those massive thighs just as you were
going to do to me just now. I bet you had QUITE the orgasm when his blood and
brains exploded all over your big, muscular pussy, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"
Kara's eyes were held focused on Lila's, but she was still unable to move.
"Well, Kara Andreova, or Big Sal, or whatever your name is, THAT orgasm is
going to be NOTHING compared to THIS--" It was just then, however, that Kara
flexed both iron-muscled arms and propelled Lila backward toward Lila's feet.
Kara, her muscles still sore from the contractions, slowly struggled to rise
up, but it was too late. Lila planted a foot deep into Kara's crotch and
directed a high-voltage pulse through it.

Lila and Kara only just then discovered that, just as a kick generally carries
more power than a punch, Lila's foot pulse produced an H-Bomb orgasm that was
several magnitudes more powerful than the A-Bomb she had just made Kara
experience. A "GUH!" burst forth from Kara, but that was followed only by
strangling noises as her body went board stiff, her lungs spasming, and her
other giant muscles contracted so hard in opposition to each other that
tendons tore and some of the smaller bones began to break. After only twenty
seconds, Kara's eyes rolled back in her head and her conscious mind imploded.
After thirty seconds her breathing stopped and her bowels voided themselves.
Her tortured, contorted muscles went limp, and Lila's psychic pulse seemed to
have no further effect. Lila could see that she was not breathing, but she
squeezed Kara's index fingernail to make sure she was dead. The nail went
white, and when released none of its formerly pink color returned, indicating
that Kara's heart had stopped. The most important part of her job (to her, at
least) was done.

Lila quietly opened the bedroom door and made her way down to the late
Andreova's study/office. She leafed through some of the papers on the desk,
finding nothing interesting, but then she spied a laptop on the credenza
behind the desk. Surely that would have some worthwhile information about
Andreova's operation, she hoped. The government agency that had sponsored her
little excursion wanted a little more to show for it than just three dead
kingpins. She turned to scoop up the laptop, but at that moment she felt, more
than heard, someone behind her.

"What are YOU doing in here?" said Judy, the little Asian assistant/slave. She
was dressed in only a black bra and panties and her hair was mussed; probably
had a hard night with Imelda.

"I'm getting Mistress' laptop for her." Lila said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Like hell!" Judy scoffed, "Mistress never lets ANYONE in here."

"Well she may not let YOU in here, but she let me. She's taken quite a shine
to me, it seems. Why don't you run and ask Mistress Kara whether I'm supposed
to be here or not?"

"Because I don't need to""I know you're not supposed to be in here. Again, why
are you here?"

"None of your business!" Lila snapped. "Why do you care? It's not like you
could do anything about it, anyway." She smirked, flexing both her biceps,
which was actually quite impressive. It was clear Judy was not going to be
dissuaded by words alone, so Lila figured she stood a better chance by pissing
her off. It worked. Judy advanced on Lila and directed her first kick at
Lila's chin. Lila anticipated this, ducking her head sideways to avoid the
ball of Judy's incoming right foot while catching her ankle in both hands. She
grabbed Judy's foot and twisted it inwards, causing Judy to pivot in order to
avoid the contortion, winding up with her back to Lila with Lila still holding
her leg behind her. She threw Judy forward onto the floor and pounced on her
back, her knees jabbing into Judy's kidneys.

"AAAK!" Judy cried out, arching her back in agony. Lila caught Judy's hair in
one hand as the head came up, pulling it back as far as she could, then
chopped Judy's neck hard with her other hand, shocking the nerves in the neck
and crushing her carotid artery, cutting off blood flow to her brain for a
little while, putting Judy's lights out. She walked over to the desk and
detached the long phone cord from the phone and the wall, then hog-tied Judy
with it. She looked but couldn't find anything in the room suitable for a gag
until she got an idea: She ripped off Judy's panties and stuffed them in her
mouth, then drug her unconscious form into the office's coat closet and closed
the door. That would keep her for a little while at least, she thought. It
would have probably been better to just kill the bitch, but she just could not
bring herself to do it unless absolutely necessary. It might be useful, after
all, to leave Judy alive to send a message to Andreova's business associates
about what had happened to Judy's Mistress.

She again grabbed up the laptop and padded down the hallway toward her room to
get her clothes and purse to leave, but literally ran into Imelda coming out
of the room she shared with Judy. After colliding, both women stepped back.
Lila held the laptop behind her back to conceal it.

"Where's Judy?" Imelda said urgently. "She said she heard noises coming from
down the hall and was going to check it out."

"Oh! I'm sorry about that" Lila said slyly. "The Mistress and I went into her
office and um, got busy, if you know what I mean. Judy came in unexpectedly,
so we let her join in. I can certainly see why you like her. She's quite
flexible, y'know!"

"Oh, I know!" said Imelda, but she was still confused and not quite sure
whether to believe Lila. Lila tried to exploit her confusion.

"I missed you" she said sweetly. "I wanted to come and invite you, but we were
kind of in the middle of things and I wasn't sure how the Mistress would feel
about it ... but I'm free now, and even after all that fun, I'm still really
horny!" She reached her left arm around Imelda's back and drew her to her. She
kissed Imelda's mouth hard, attacking Imelda's tongue with hers. She
concentrated on making Imelda's tongue tingle. They mimicked an earlier scene
from the evening, with Imelda grabbing Lila's shoulders and pushing away at
them, but futilely: Imelda was reasonably fit but as a showgirl she was also
very soft. Unlike Lila's earlier pretending, Imelda struggled hard for a few
moments, but then passion overwhelmed her and she gave in to Lila's power,
kissing her back in earnest. Lila pushed Imelda against the wall and grasped
each of Imelda's wrists, lifting them over her head and pinning them both
together with one hand while she caressed Imelda's big, soft breasts, still
kissing her passionately. Imelda's nipples became giant pencil erasers under
her nightgown as they responded to Lila's touch. Lila slowly moved her hand
down Imelda's belly to her pussy and began caressing her engorged clit,
circling it, then pushing in on it gently.

"Oooooh" moaned Imelda, tilting her head back against the wall. "Oooh, you're
going to make me come, Lila."

"Oh honey, you have no idea" whispered Lila into her ear. She gently placed
her fingers against Imelda's clit and heated, then vibrated it, then jolted it
with a three-quarters' power orgasmic jolt. Imelda made a strange, guttural
growl as the contractions overwhelmed her, but she lasted barely fifteen
seconds before convulsing into unconsciousness, falling limp into Lila's arms.
Lila laid her gently down on the carpet, picked up the laptop and went to
gather her belongings. As she passed Ken's room, however, she heard a low
moan. He must be waking up, she thought. She set the laptop down in the hall
and slipped into the room, sliding into bed beside him.

"What the hell did you do to me?" mumbled Ken. "I remember one fantastic
orgasm, then I woke up in my own bed, exhausted. How did I get here?"

"I brought you here, Sweetie." she cooed. "I knew Mistress likely was coming
soon, so I had to make room for her. And come she did, in more ways than one!"
she winked. "She's still resting in my bed, so I thought I'd come see you
while I there was still time ... ." She rolled over on top of him, pinned his
arms beside him and began kissing his neck, then slowly kissed her way down
his chest to his nipples, paying special attention to each one. In moments
Little Ken was standing fully at attention. Lila lifted his hands above his
head and pinned them to the bed under one hand, the other hand alternately
caressing his nipples.

Ken looked distraught. "Wait!" he whispered. "You can't! The Mistress"""

"Is still resting comfortably" she finished. "She's not going to wake up
anytime soon, I promise! We had quite the workout." Without waiting for a
reply, Lila lifted herself and settled onto Ken's massive shaft. He moaned as
her muscular tightness enveloped him, but he still looked upset.

"Please, Lila, don't ... ."

"Shhh" she whispered as she put a finger to his lips. She bent down and kissed
him forcefully and passionately as she began to move her hips up and down
while gripping his member. Eventually his look of concern faded as his
resistance to her pleasure power weakened. Mistress Kara had trained him well,
and he held on for quite a while even though she fucked him long and hard the
old fashioned way, until finally he could take no more and erupted under her,
causing her to come explosively, crying out with the abandon of knowing that
she was free to do whatever she wanted with this beautiful little man-boy.
They fell into each others' arms, and Ken smiled at her dreamily but then
immediately drifted off to sleep. She waited a few moments, then slipped out
bed and used Ken's cast-off t-shirt to clean up (something for him to remember
me by, she thought), dressed and left the apartment.

Kara suddenly took in a gasping breath as she awoke, her ears ringing and her
body wracked with pain. What the hell could've happened to her? She was awash
in shit, and must have torn something in both arms and legs, from the feel of
it, and her abs were cramping so violently she doubled over into the fetal
position. Her entire body hurt terribly, except for ... what? She poked at her
body with her hand, eliciting agony from everywhere but her crotch. She felt
her labia with her hands, then her clit, then pushed three fingers into her
vagina, but there was absolutely no feeling there, not even fullness from the
distending digits. All the nerves in that area had been so fried by Lila's
orgasmic mega-pulse that they were now completely dead to the touch. She did
not know it yet, but Kara would later learn that the damage was permanent and
she would never be able to enjoy sex ever again, not with men nor women nor
donkeys nor vibrators. She was, truly, fucked.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" She screamed in anger and in pain as she curled up into a
ball, vowing that someday she would scour the Earth to track down and kill
that bitch Lila in the slowest, most gruesome, and painful way possible, but
not before she had done to her exactly what Lila had done to her. "SOME ...
HOW!!!" she bellowed, "YOU'RE ... GOING ... TO ... PAY!!!" She grimaced as she
lost consciousness ... .