Ninja Mistress 3: The Usurper?
By Elrohir, from an idea by Stefano
Who's your mistress NOW, huh?


By Elrohir, from an idea by Stefano

There were five separate crime scenes, all of which were grisly even by Drug
War standards. Four of the locations were the homes of known Tenientes of
infamous Hidalgo Cartel leader Don Ramon; the fifth location was the Don's own
hacienda. He and all of the underbosses were dead, along with a slew of
bodyguards and mistresses, although most of the more lowly employees had been
allowed to live, perhaps to send a message: One housekeeper said that the
leader of the group, a compact but muscular and very fearsome-looking woman,
had told her "Tell them Mircella has been here."

Investigators from the Policia Ministerial had called in AFI agents to assist:
their working theory was that the Tenientes were systematically tortured for
information and then killed, after which the perpetrators, using the
information gained, had assaulted the Don's headquarters. One of the
underbosses appeared uninjured except for a broken neck: He'd probably taken
the smart option to tell all and die quickly rather than have the information
ripped out of him and then die slowly in agony. The others were found tied to
chairs, their bodies in various stages of demolition: myriad broken bones,
fingers broken, fingers twisted off, eyes missing, ears missing or only
partially removed, genitals partially or completely removed were just some of
the injuries. One Teniente's head looked as if it had been crushed in some
sort of vice.

The Don's house was a different scene in that none of the henchmen there
appeared to have been tortured. They had all been killed where they stood,
their necks cleanly snapped, their bodies left where they fell. One apparently
off-duty bodyguard had been in bed with his mistress and going at it with
her""he was still on top with his manhood inserted. The mistress' lifeless
eyes were still open, a look of utter shock and surprise on her face.

The Don, however, had been made an example. He was found tied to a chair and
left just inside the gate to the courtyard of his hacienda, naked and
apparently uninjured except for one thing: His manhood had been roughly
severed and removed, leaving a jagged wound as if perhaps teeth had been used
to bite it off. The organ was later found during the autopsy, lodged in his
throat. Spatters of the Don's own semen were found scattered across his legs
and abdomen, giving rise to the theory that he had somehow been made highly
aroused and then at the point of orgasm or just after, his penis had been
bitten off and force-fed to him. Tests were being conducted to determine
whether he choked to death or died from exsanguination. Informants said that
they had heard that the mass carnage was the work of El Padron's people,
although it was confirmed that El Padron himself had not left the D.F. for
several weeks.

Elia, El Padron's wife and ruler, and thus by extension the real head of his
organization, would ordinarily be celebrating Don Ramon's demise, since he had
been rebelling against her. She had been troubled, however, ever since that
same week of the killings, when Elia had with her own bare hands and feet
completely destroyed four traitorous henchmen who attacked her and her husband
inside the home. Word had gotten out that El Padron had briefly been knocked
unconscious and had been nearly useless in defending them, leaving Elia to do
the dirty work herself, which she had accomplished with relative ease.

Rumors about the incident had been a big blow to El Padron's self-esteem.
Wagging tongues within the organization questioned whether he or Elia was
actually in charge, and if Elia was not, then maybe she SHOULD be in charge.
Even though he knew Elia ruled him and made all the important decisions, El
Padron had convinced himself that he was still in charge of day-to-day
operations, at least. Now, however, he discovered there was widespread
knowledge of just how powerful and dangerous Elia really was, and how she in
effect ruled him, and this was emasculating to him. He had of late been mopey
and depressed, and as a result had expressed little interest in sex, although
of course he had had to make love to Elia whenever she commanded him to. His
performance, however, was lackluster in comparison to past occasions.

Elia tried a short-term solution by hypnotizing El Padron, as the mysterious
Ninja Mistress had taught her to do, and giving him a post-hypnotic
suggestion: She concluded the session with "When you awake, you will be
relaxed and refreshed, and whenever you hear this term ... ." Hmm, what to
use? It had to be something he would not hear in normal conversation, else
unintended consequences might result. She decided: "Whenever you hear the term
'Pink Cucumber', you will become incredibly aroused, and you will be the best
lover in all the World, as only you know how to be. You will be insatiable,
but as always, you will be unable to climax until you are commanded to 'Come',
do you understand?"

Deep in trance, El Padron nodded absently, his will not his own, even though
hypnosis supposedly cannot force a person do something he/she would not do
voluntarily. These particular hypnotic commands, however, were things that
deep down he really wanted to do, even though his conscious mind might reject
them. The hypnosis would make him recognize his innermost desires, and free
his subconscious mind to make him satisfy them.

Later that night, just after they'd gone to bed, El Padron was almost asleep
when Elia rolled over and whispered the words "Pink Cucumber" into his ear.
His eyes flew open and he growled as a sudden burning desire rose within him,
his manhood soon springing to life. He took her in his big arms and kissed her
passionately for a long time, then suddenly rolled them both over until he was
on top, still making love to her mouth with his tongue while his hands roamed
over her body and caressed her breasts, causing her to release a slight moan
into his mouth. After some time he paused and rose to a kneeling position,
gently removed her tank top and pajama bottoms, and then began to kiss every
inch of her naked body from her neck downwards, worshipping her muscular arms,
abs, and legs. He kissed each breast in turn, lingering on each nipple for a
long time, then moved his kisses down her taught belly to her gates of Heaven,
where he tantalizingly lapped at them, but only briefly, quickly moving to
kiss her shapely, muscular thighs all the way down to her exquisite taught
calves and then down to her toes, which he licked and sucked with reverent
intensity, making her nether region tingly and moist.

He quickly rolled her onto her tummy, causing her to cry out with surprise. It
had been a long while since she had allowed him to be the aggressor, but it
was a nice change of pace and besides, this was good therapy for him, to be
allowed to be in control, or at least feel like he was, and Elia herself was
amazed by his wild abandon. He spread her gorgeous round steel-hard buns and
dove in between them, plunging his tongue into her round brown glory hole,
dilating her little starfish. "OH!" she cried in surprise, then "Ooooh ... "
as the feeling was transmitted into her body, where arousal welled up in her.
She was becoming so horny from this incredible extended foreplay that she felt
as if she was on fire! It was almost more than she could stand: She was
becoming so hot, she thought, he had better get down to business soon or she
was going to have to rape him.

As if reading her mind, he rolled her back over and pushed his face between
her thighs, inserted his nose between her labia, and rubbed it lightly against
her clit. "MMMMmmm ... " she hummed with satisfaction, as the serious
stimulation she needed to fully satisfy her arousal had finally begun. He
stroked her again and again, until she began to twitch with each stroke, ready
for the main event. He kissed his way back up her body, her strong abs
defining themselves with tension as her anticipation increased.

He kissed her breasts farewell as he was forced to rise up away from them in
order to push the head of his massive battering ram through the gates and
sally port of her hall of wonders. Inch after inch of man flesh disappeared
into her as he slowly buried his sex sword to the hilt inside her. He seemed
to be enormous, bigger than he'd ever been. Elia moaned as the feeling of
incredible fullness nearly overwhelmed her. He began thrusting slowly in a
regular rhythm, filling her again and again, each retreat making her crave the
monster's return, and she grew hotter and hotter, becoming frustrated with his
slow pace. She finally grabbed his ass cheeks and made him ram himself into
her more forcefully, pulling him forward as far into her as possible. He
responded with vigor, growling again as he fought to thrust faster and deeper
with each stroke; seeking a better position, he hooked his elbows under her
knees and pushed his arms forward, lifting her knees with his elbows and
elevating her hips to an angle that allowed him to reach the ultimate depth of
penetration. He grabbed her forearms and used them to pull himself forward.
She was nearly immobilized, trapped under him while he pounded into her for
all he was worth, his balls slapping at her gates while his heavy ram breached
her sexy walls again and again. She soon came violently, her eyes closing as
she shook with contractions, her voice frozen, lost to the paralyzing
passionate climax.

He failed to notice her silent orgasm until her shaking electrified his cock
and her juices soaked his shaft and lower body. He continued to throw himself
into her over and over, until she not only came back to herself but became
deeply aroused again. His breath became ragged and sweat dripped from his
forehead onto her chest as he neared the limit of his endurance. Soon,
however, she mercifully found herself again going over the edge, and as she
did so she cried out "COME WITH ME, BABY! COME NOW!" It came out as wild
encouragement rather than the usual imperious command. His cock exploded, and
his heart almost did. He gasped as the cum rocketed out of him in three long,
quaking bursts that reverberated through his body. "UHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned,
as he shook uncontrollably. When finished, he collapsed on top of her, his
face down over her shoulder, wheezing with each raspy breath. She turned her
head, gently kissed his temple and whispered "Purple Moon" into his ear;
another post-hypnotic trigger. He was snoring in seconds. Elia unceremoniously
rolled him off her, flopping him onto his back, but he continued snoring,
oblivious to her womanhandling.

Unlike most people, Elia had no desire to sleep or even cuddle after sex; it
always seemed to energize her. She padded down to the dojo and engaged in some
vicious footwork on the heavy bag. After many minutes of intense abuse, she
launched a lightning straight kick into the middle of the bag with power
enough power to completely destroy any actual human being's midsection. The
chain suspending it broke, and the bag flew into the wall three feet behind,
breaking open as its leather casing separated at the seams. Satisfied, she
showered and returned to the mistress bedroom. She slipped into bed beside her
snoring husband, but though physically relaxed, she was restless and unable to
sleep. She nuzzled El Padron's ear and whispered "Pink Cucumber." His eyes
sprang open and Elia rolled on her back and laughed as the firestorm of
arousal and passion consumed him ... .

El Padron awoke to find Elia seated in the easy chair in the corner of the
bedroom, naked, looking at her phone while she twirled her foot absently. His
muscles were sore all over and his cock felt tender as if it had lost several
layers of skin, but he felt wonderful; he had never been this sated before,
even in all their previous love-making sessions. He was in awe of her: She was
so much more woman than the mocha creampuff she had been when they met, having
morphed into a powerful, dangerous goddess whom he once looked down on but now
worshipped. He looked at her long, lean, muscular, and tanned body, her raven
hair tied in a ponytail that cascaded down the valley between the muscular
ridges of her back, her bodacious breasts, her calf flexing with each twirl of
that graceful foot, and soon his previously exhausted member again became
ready for action, seriously tenting the bed sheet. Elia looked up from her
phone, surprised to see him awake, and chuckled at the sight. "Come here" she
commanded, smiling. He slipped out of bed and crossed the carpeted floor,
lying down at her feet.

She began stroking his turgid tree trunk-like cock with two toes of that
delicious foot. He tried to stifle a moan but failed. After he regained his
composure a bit, he breathed affectionately "Thank you for last night, Mi
Reyna."

She smiled, another dazzling smile. "Oh no, thank YOU" she said. "Both your
performances were quite, um, exceptional, if I may say so." Her eyes smiled
with amusement. She emphasized her appreciation by pinching his pole lightly
with her toes, and he gasped. His eyes closed as the sensation overwhelmed
him. No woman had ever ruled him, terrified him, and brought as much
incredible pleasure to him as this one. She owned him, and they both knew it.
His hope was that he would continue to be useful to her and she would continue
to love him.

She resumed slowly stroking the length of his massive member. "Mi Chico, I
have something to tell you." She paused her stimulation, leaving his pulsating
pole waving in the air. "We're going to have a boy!" she beamed, and laughed
at his shocked expression.

"WHAT??? That's incredible! That's wonderful! That's, That's ... ." He was
speechless. He looked at her with unbridled love and passion, and his member
seemed to grow even harder. He would have taken her right then and there,
except that he knew that, even in this joyous moment, there would be painful
consequences if he tried to do so without her permission.

She read his mind. She bent forward and playfully stroked him with her hand,
sending shivers through him. "Patience, Chico" she said, "There'll be plenty
of time for this later. I must tell you, also, that I am going to tell my
parents the news in person."

"Oh?" he said, his face falling. "So you're going to Brazil?"

She nodded. "I haven't been back since we took the girls there when they were
babies. I will take them with me, and you will be free from us, for a while."
She winked. "With the matter of the rebellious Hidalgans resolved, we can
relax, and you can do what you do best""run the business while I am gone."

"What I do best" he said gravely "is love you." He rose up to a sitting
position and bent forward, kissing her foot. She used that foot to push him
back down, and then slid off the chair onto the floor beside him. She kissed
him deeply while alternately stroking his monster expertly with her hand and
then diddling the shaft with her fingers, torturing him with pleasure.

At length she broke off the kiss and whispered "We shall enjoy each other
tonight, Mi Chico. For now, I must go make arrangements for the pilot to have
the plane ready tomorrow." She rose to her feet, walked over to the closet and
put on a silk robe that clung to her figure. He could not stop watching her
move.

She walked to the door to the hallway, and just as she reached it El Padron
called plaintively "Mi Reyna!" She stopped, turned and looked at him
expectantly, not saying a word. Their eyes met, and a long moment passed.
Tears began to well up in his eyes as she continued to stare into them.
Finally he exasperatedly cried "Mi Reyna, please! PLEASE!" Still she stared at
him. In psychological agony, he broke, his voice croaking "Please?"

She chuckled and turned away. She took a step down the hall away from the
doorway, counted to three, then stepped back into his view. She giggled at his
agonized expression, and then suddenly commanded "COME!"

"UHHHHHHHHH!" she heard him moan as she walked away down the hall.
"UHHHHHHHH!" he exploded a second time.

"You'd better have that cleaned up before I come back!" she called over her
shoulder, chuckling to herself.

The next day, El Patron drove Elia and the girls to the airstrip a few miles
away, their SUV bracketed by two trucks occupied by Mircella and three of her
women bodyguards, all discretely armed. He kissed the girls and then kissed
Elia, thanking her for last night, which had been every bit as good as the
night before it. He promised to call her with any important decisions, but she
said no, he was in charge while she was gone.

"I don't know what I'll do without you" he said earnestly.

"You'll be fine!" she smiled. "Besides, you'll have Mircella to take care of
you." Mircella, Elia's bodyguard and enforcer, was a short, powerfully built
woman with a brick outhouse body that was as attractive as it was deadly. She
had been a friend to Elia since their childhood back in Brazil. In secondary
school Mircella had been a champion gymnast and later took up Capoeira, the
stylized dance-like Brazilian martial art, because it played to a woman's
strengths, emphasizing balance, quickness, and leg techniques. Still later she
also became a mistress of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and continued practicing both
disciplines almost every day. Her amazing strength was a result of her
naturally powerful body and martial arts practice rather than any other sort
of exercise, thus she was muscular without a lot of visible definition. When
she came to work for Elia, she immediately became the object of desire for all
of El Padron's single henchmen and many of the married ones as well. She
quickly worked her way through them, breaking many of their hearts, and many
of the bones of some of the more aggressive ones. El Padron himself found
Mircella quite attractive even though she was the opposite of his tall, lithe
Elia. But he would never stray from Elia, not only because she would probably
kill him if he did so, but also because he worshipped her and felt he could
not live without her.

El Padron kissed the girls' cheeks, then Elia deeply kissed him, and he
watched them board the Gulfstream and waited to watch them take off. His mind
wandered on the drive back to the hacienda. He found himself already missing
them: it would be the first time in forever that they'd been apart for any
length of time. Elia had controlled him so completely these last few years
that it now felt very, very strange to be on his own again, even if it was
just for a short time. He pondered the day's business as he drove: he might
have lost his way if he weren't blindly following the lead escort vehicle. No
wonder most CEO's had someone else drive them, he mused. He thought about
asking Mircella to drive, but he knew she preferred to sit in the right rear
passenger seat, her head on a swivel, watching for danger. She also sat in
that seat so that she might be mistaken for the actual VIP if someone attacked
them.

The lead vehicle, a Dodge Ram crew cab truck, suddenly slowed in front of him,
and the shotgun rider yelled "BARRICADA!" over her walkie-talkie. An ancient
Renault had pulled crossways in the road, a rear passenger leveling a
mini-Kalashnikov at the pickup. Acting on her training, the Ram's driver
roared forward and struck the junker in the rear quarter panel, spinning it
around and out of their path. El Padron hit the gas and tried to stay close to
the Ram as they raced down the road. At that moment two men on a dirt bike
sped around the rear escort, a red Chevy Tahoe. The driver tried to cut them
off but she failed. She accelerated to try to ram them from behind, but
Mircella yelled into the radio for them to back off.

Mircella bellowed "VENTANAS!" at El Padron, and he lowered all the vehicle's
windows with his armrest controls as she slid across the rear seat to the
driver's side. She leaned out the window with her Kember 9 millimeter pistol
just as the bike's passenger aimed what appeared to be an old Mac-10 over the
driver's shoulder. Mircella fired two rounds into the face shield of the
driver's helmet, and the bike wobbled off the road and disappeared into a
ditch. The last thing she saw of the two riders was the Mac-10 flying through
the air. Their source in the Policia Estatal would later tell them the dead
men's bike had a Hidalgo license plate and had been reported stolen from
Pachuca. The damaged Renault had limped away from the scene and was never to
be found.

El Padron was fuming with rage as he paced back and forth in his office,
occasionally exploding with expletives that Mircella had never heard him use.
It was good to see him so inflamed with angry passion, because ever since
Mircella had met El Padron, he had always been so quietly subservient to Elia
that Mircella had not suspected he was even capable of such a powerful
emotional outburst. She watched him with fascination, discovering that his
smoldering machismo actually aroused her. She longed to feel it, wrestle with
it, and ultimately conquer it. She began to fantasize about battling that
formidable fiery spirit, breaking it, and bending him to her will, owning him
as Elia did. She began to get wet thinking about having the great El Padron's
head locked between her thighs while she made him pleasure her for hours on
end ... .

She was startled from her steamy reverie by El Padron yelling into his cell
phone to Julio, his personal assistant: "WHO IS LEFT OF THAT RABBLE IN
HIDALGO!?" he bellowed. "SUMMON THEM HERE IMMEDIATELY, and ... " he calmed a
bit, "tell them we'd like to end all further conflict and come to some kind of
peaceful solution." Mircella was disappointed he didn't order their heads on a
pike, which she would have loved to have arranged, but she nevertheless
admired his diplomacy. Elia had indeed molded him into a well-rounded man.
She'd like to do a little molding herself, Mircella thought.

The meeting was set for three days hence, and at the appointed hour a four
vehicle convoy arrived at the gate to El Padron's hacienda. Three delegates
were admitted to his office after being searched by Mircella's girls. The men
each carried small wooden humidors, each of which were found to contain a
different variety of El Padron's favorite cigars. El Padron rose from behind
his desk, while Mircella stood to the side and behind him, as they all three
introduced themselves (even though he knew perfectly well who they were), and
they all walked toward him with their gifts. Suddenly all three opened false
bottoms on the boxes and produced small handguns equipped with silencers.
"Viva Los Pachuquenos!" exclaimed the man in the center, quietly so as not to
alert anyone outside the room.

Mircella was already in motion: she leaped forward before the men had their
guns all the way out, performing a twisting handspring off the desk. The front
of her legs landed on the center man's shoulders and she clamped her iron
thighs around his neck as they went down. Upon hitting the floor she grabbed
the man's gun hand and twisted it up, using his finger to fire the gun into
the right hand man's head. The bullet wiped out the Medulla of his brain and
he dropped like a stone. As she turned toward the left hand man, he fired at
her head for a kill shot but the bullet only lightly creased her left ear. As
he and Mircella both lined up to shoot each other, a large hand grabbed the
man's gun hand from behind and forced it skyward while another large arm
whipped around his neck and compressed it between forearm and bicep, lifting
his feet off the floor. He kicked and struggled to no avail; the hand crushed
his wrist and the gun clattered to the floor while the arm continued to cut
off his blood and air. The man blacked out after only a few seconds, but El
Padron held him aloft for almost a full minute, until the body was completely
limp and lifeless, after which he dropped it to the floor in a heap.

Mircella wrenched the gun from her victim while she continued to sit on his
face and squeeze his head between her thighs. She sat hard on him, sealing off
his nose and mouth with the crack of her gorgeous ass. He reached up in a
desperate attempt to throw her off, but she caught both his hands with hers
and kept riding his face. He struggled underneath her, but that only served to
stimulate her. He finally began furiously twitching with death throes, making
her come just as all his movements ceased. She cried out with pleasure until
the feeling passed, then she did a double bicep pose and rose up from her dead
opponent. She used his gun to fire one coup de grace shot into his brain.

El Padron was breathing hard, while Mircella had barely broken a sweat. She
nevertheless grinned at him and said "Thank you."

"It is I who must thank YOU, pretty one!" He smiled back at her. "DAMN, that
felt good!" he sighed. He nodded to Mircella and said quietly "You know what
to do with the rest of them." She grabbed her radio and spoke a euphemistic
code word into it. They heard a volley of shots from outside, then silence.

Mircella was not worried about the outcome. She stood and walked over to El
Padron, looking deep into his eyes. "We should celebrate" she said, as she
grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him
deeply. He was held captive by her kiss for several long seconds, but then
pulled away.

"No! We can't do this, Mircella. Elia would kill us both!"

"Not if she doesn't know about it" she whispered sweetly. "I'm not going to
tell, are you? I know you want me, I can tell by the look in your eyes." She
moved to kiss him again, but he took a step back.

"It's true. I can barely control myself, right now. You are so beautiful and
so damned HOT. B-But it's not just that I'm afraid of her. I-I-I j-just can't
do th-this" he knew he sounded weak, but he blurted it out: "I love Elia."

"I love Elia, too," she said "but this won't hurt her, trust me. I want this,
and I know you do, too."

"No Mircella, I mustn't" he tried to say with finality, mustering all his
reserve.

She smiled with mischievous amusement as she continued to look up into his
eyes. "You forget that I know a secret about you ... " she paused for effect,
then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear "Pink Cucumber."

"OOOOOH NOOOO ... " he groaned as white heat rose up within him. Elia's
post-hypnotic suggestion had not been made specific to HER, so it unleashed
his subconscious without regard to who spoke the command. He looked at her
with both a pained expression and a smoldering fire in his eyes, fighting a
losing battle with his inner desires as they overcame him. She pulled his face
down again and forcefully kissed him, and he responded in kind with unbridled
intensity. After a few seconds, he grabbed her buttocks and lifted her; she
clasped her legs around his waist while he carried her up to the bedroom, both
of them still locked together in a kiss. He was beyond the point of no return.

He laid her on the bed and slowly, tantalizingly removed pieces of her
clothing in between kisses and caresses, until she was naked, but he was still
clothed. When the time came, she ripped his Guayabera shirt apart, sending the
buttons flying, and roughly pulled it off him. "Stand up before me" she said,
and he did so without question. She unfastened his pants, hooked her thumbs in
the band of his boxer briefs and pulled them both down to his ankles, allowing
his massive member to spring outward. She immediately deep throated as much of
it as she could, and worked it in and out of her mouth for as long as
possible, torturing him, knowing he could not come until she allowed him to.
He moaned and moaned, his legs shaking so much he almost fell down. When she
knew he had had almost all he could take without passing out, she released him
and scooted back on the bed, opening her legs wide.

He ravaged her slowly, kissing and caressing her body, pausing to kiss and
suck on her labia and clitoris before entering her, a long, long express train
of flesh disappearing into her warm, wet tunnel. He began slowly, then sped
up, then slowed again. Mircella was not used to this slow burn, and it was all
she could do not to roll him over have her way with him until she could reach
a quick, down and dirty climax. After a while, however, she found she was
enjoying this long, leisurely ascent to ecstasy. When finally she did come, it
was a strange all over deep down feeling that swept through her, satisfying
her as if she'd had a large gourmet meal. Realizing she'd gone over the edge,
he was thankfully able to finally rest, lying gently on top of her with his
marauding manhood quiet but still rock hard inside her. Her passionate
crescendo carried her away for a bit, and she lay there savoring it, until she
suddenly realized she'd forgotten something: she whispered "Come."

"UUUUUUUUH!" he moaned with the intense, exhausting release. When he stopped
shaking, she allowed his biblically proportioned rod to soften and return to
the form of a snake and recede out from her, then she rolled him over beside
her. She caressed his chest for a short while, until he fell asleep without
the need for a command. Mircella herself fell into blissful slumber,
completely sated for the first time in months.

"WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS!"

Mircella was instantly awake, but El Padron continued to snore beside her. She
elbowed him in the ribs and he awoke with a start. "Dios Mio!" he groggily
exclaimed, although his expression instantly became one of dread: There in the
doorway to the bedroom stood Elia, dressed in a yellow tank top and tight
white shorts, her bodacious breasts, sculpted abs, voluptuous hips and long,
muscular brown legs making her look every bit the beautiful, tanned, and
vengeful goddess she was.

"Get ... out ... of ... my ... BED!" said Elia to Mircella through gritted
teeth. Mircella got up to leave, but Elia motioned for her to stay there where
she stood, still naked. She looked at El Padron: "Mi Chico, what have you
done?"

"I was weak" he said sadly. "She somehow commanded me with a word, just as you
do." His life was over, he thought.

"Oh, I don't think you were weak at all, Mi Amor. I leave for a week and you
completely run the organization your own way, wiping out the remnants of the
Hidalgo group, leaving a power vacuum which WE now have to fill."

"I attempted to make peace with them, but they tried to kill me instead!"

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME! Then you have the NERVE to bed one of the toughest women
in Latin America, knowing that even she can't protect you from THE toughest
woman, ME. I'd say you did what all men do, or wish they could do, and you did
it quite well ... . Didn't he, Mircella?" No response. "WELL, DIDN'T HE?
ANSWER ME!" Mircella looked up and smiled cruelly.

"Yes, Elia, he did! Is THAT what you want to hear? He is fucking AWESOME ...
the best fuck I've had in years, maybe the best EVER. You should know, since
you fuck him whenever you want. For so long I have wanted him, and today I had
him, and it was fucking GREAT!" She smiled and licked her lips, remembering
the earlier experience and at the same time teasing Elia with it. El Padron
looked over at Mircella in horror. Why was she taunting the woman who would
soon kill them both? Teasing Elia was just making sure she would kill them in
the most painful way possible. Mircella, however, was unrepentant. She spat
"Enough with the recriminations, Elia. Let's settle this."

"Certainly ... it's your funeral" grinned Elia, an evil, cold blooded grin.

The two women squared off, Elia in a traditional defensive stance common to
most types of fighting, while Mircella went into a Ginga, the low crab-like
dance of Capoeira, its constant movement intended to keep an opponent confused
and off balance. They threw numerous kicks and strikes at each other, Elia
concentrating on Mircella's head and midsection while she aimed to connect
with Elia's knees and pelvic bowl. They were both so powerful and yet so
graceful that El Padron was in awe of them as he watched. He had seen both
women completely destroy opponents, and was actually becoming aroused at
seeing their devastating power in action against each other. The suspense was
killing him. It was extremely exciting but terrifying at the same time; he was
afraid to see who the victor would be, but couldn't wait to see it over soon,
either way ... . And he got his wish: in three swift final moves it was over.
Mircella rose up for a split second, and seeing an opening, Elia launched a
lightning kick at her head. It was a feint: Mircella went in low, under the
kick, and swept out Elia's support leg with her foot. Elia went down on her
back, and Mircella pounced cat-like, but as she did, Elia's foot flicked out,
the ball of it striking Mircella's cheek. She fell backwards on her butt,
rubbing her cheek with her fingers. "Dammit, Elia!" she cried in frustration,
"You got me with that one again!"

Elia had leaped to her feet and stood over Mircella. "Do you concede?" she
said imperiously. Mircella looked up at her in defeat. "I said, DO YOU
CONCEDE?" There were tears in Mircella's eyes, but she nodded silently. Elia
dropped her shorts and stepped out of them. She roughly grabbed Mircella's
head and forced her face into her pussy. Mircella whimpered quietly as she
slurped Elia's flowing juices and attacked her clit with her tongue. Elia soon
shook with an orgasm, drenching Mircella's face with her female ejaculate.
When she was done, she pulled Mircella to her feet by her hair. "Your
punishment for cuckolding me is to watch and assist in punishing your "fucking
awesome" lover. Understand?"

Again Mircella nodded silently. Elia turned to El Padron. "Get out of bed and
stand up." He did as he was told, resolved to take his punishment like a man,
whatever that meant. He stood, naked and exposed. Elia walked Mircella over to
the big man standing with such sad dignity. They closed in on either side of
him, each taking hold of an arm, leaned in and breathed "Pink Cucumber" into
his ear in unison.

Halfway through the night, El Padron was begging for mercy from the two most
beautiful and deadly women in Latin America. Their "punishment" had left him
exhausted and sore, but more sated than he had ever been, and that was saying
something. He wasn't sure how much of all that had occurred was part of their
plan and how much was circumstance (certainly the Hidalgo group's attempt on
his life wasn't part of the plan, was it?), but Elia's time away, her sudden
return, and all the events in between had served to show him how much of man
he could be and still be subservient to them. His self-esteem was restored.
For that he would ever be grateful to both women, and he would continue to
worship them, at least, as often as they would let him.