Not Again, Part 1
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Candice has escaped from prison.  Guess who has to go after her?


Theyyyy'rrrre baaccckkkk! Sara and Melanie, our favorite heroines, and
Candice, a great villainess.

* * *

The weight room at the maximum security women's prison was quiet except for
the steady sound of metal being pumped and grunts and heavy breathing from two
inmates. Candice, a beautiful and intelligent but cruelly sadistic
eighteen-year-old girl, was busy pumping iron, her powerful but feminine
muscles looking sexy even in her unflattering orange prison outfit. She had
shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and a deep tan. The 5'9", 140-pound
beauty was bench pressing 200 pounds. With a bicep measurement of over
thirteen inches and a wrist measurement of seven inches, she was definitely an
Amazon.

Despite her youth and femininity, both the guards and her fellow inmates knew
her reputation. Her sensational trial and conviction had been just a few
months ago. It had all come out, the way the rich girl who had it all had
killed helpless homeless men for fun, beating, kicking, and stomping them to
death. Then the conviction on seven counts of first-degree murder, and the
sentence - life without parole in maximum security.

For the most part, Candice had little respect for either her fellow inmates or
her guards. The other prisoners she viewed as riffraff, simpletons who just
wanted instant gratification and a quick buck, with no thought of the future.
The guards, to her, were the faceless symbols of the system that was keeping
her locked up. The only exception she had found so far, the only other person
within these walls that she respected, was the inmate working out with her
now.

Her name was Roxy and she was twenty-three years old. Roxy was doing life
without parole for four murders. She had killed her fiance, his father, and
his two brothers with a machine gun - all because her fiance had suggested
they go to a counselor to solve their relationship problems. The pictures had
been all over the media - four male bodies slumped against a wall, each with
at least a dozen bullet holes. Blood had been everywhere.

In Roxy, Candice saw a woman with intelligence and determination, someone who
shared her desire to escape at any cost and her hatred of authority, and
someone with a sadistic streak to match hers. They had both been in solitary
confinement, in cells next to each other. They had gotten to communicating and
when they got out, Candice had used her wit and charm to arrange for them to
be cellmates.

And when it came to physical capabilities, although Candice probably had the
edge as far as speed and martial arts experience, Roxy's level of strength and
muscularity stood out even next to Candice. Roxy stood at 5'10" and 170
pounds, with

sixteen-inch biceps. Her huge forearms were bigger than most men's, and her
wrists measured seven and three-quarter inches around. She could easily bench
press 280 pounds. But despite Roxy's massive amount of muscularity, she was a
beautiful girl with a distinctly womanly figure. Her shoulder-length black
hair, olive skin, and high-cheekboned face contributed to her beauty and
femininity.

The young women finished their reps and sat next to each other on a bench.
They looked at the two male guards watching them and then at one another.
"Scrawny little boys," whispered Candice.

Roxy removed a 20-pound weight from her barbell. "I could toss this like a
discus and split both of their skulls open before they even knew what was
happening, much less have a chance to draw their clubs and Tasers," she
whispered back. "Of course, then there'd be a whole army on us." The room was
full of security cameras.

"But we're going to get out. Soon," said Candice. "With the perfect
combination of intelligence and violence."

"How's it going with Jennifer?" Jennifer was an inmate with trusty status. Shy
and insecure, Candice had found her easy to manipulate. Her status would be
instrumental in helping the girls escape.

"Got her just where I need her. Few more days and everything should fall into
place."

"Great. Hey, wanna play some one-on-one at the hoops court?"

"Sure." The girls got up and headed for the exit. The guards' eyes followed
them as they left, focused on their muscular asses.

Jealousy and insecurity could be seen in their faces. Both male guards knew
that physically, they were no match for either of the gorgeous vixens.

* * *

THREE NIGHTS LATER

The prisoners were being escorted back to their cells after dinner. After
Candice and Roxy were locked in, the blonde waited only until the guards were
out of earshot to whisper, "It's tonight."

"All right," Roxy whispered back, giving her friend a high-five.

Lights-out was at nine o'clock sharp every night. After the guards had
completed their inspections and head counts for the evening, Candice tossed
her blonde hair and looked at Roxy. Her smile was visible even in the
near-total darkness. "Jen said right after lights-out."

At 9:15, soft footsteps were heard. A small, slender young woman with red hair
appeared and stopped in front of the cell.

"You got the tool, Jen?" Candice whispered.

"Yes. I had a little trouble unlocking my cell with it. I'm not used to this
kind of thing," replied the redhead.

"Here," said Roxy. "Let me do it." Jennifer passed her an oddly-shaped length
of wire through the bars. Roxy inserted it in the lock, rattling it around.
Ten seconds later, it clicked open.

"Do you have the stolen uniforms?" asked Candice.

"Right here." Jennifer handed her a cloth bag. "I've already changed into
mine."

"Good work." Candice patted Jen on the back. The smaller girl smiled under the
praise.

Candice and Roxy quickly changed out of their prison uniforms and into the
guards' ones. As they were changing, Jennifer looked at their muscular, tanned
bodies, then down at her own pale, slender wrists and forearms, and sighed
enviously.

"Okay, let's go." The girls were now all wearing guards' uniforms and caps.
They would not be easily recognizable.

Jennifer hesitated. "I'm not sure I...I mean, what if we get..."

Candice held her arm. "Come on, Jen. Didn't you tell me you were tired of
being bossed around by the guards? Didn't you say you wanted to be a bit of a
bad girl? Isn't violating your trusty status to do this just what the doctor
ordered? Come on. You wanna go with us or not?"

"All right. I'll go."

The female prisoners began making their way through the halls. At each locked
gate, the guard manning it glanced at them quickly and unlocked the door to
let them through.

"Almost there," whispered Roxy. "Only one more gate inside, then we're in the
yard, then the last outer gate."

"I wasn't able to get keys to a vehicle," said Jennifer. "They're too well
guarded. I'm sorry."

"That's okay," said Candice. "I can hot-wire a car easily. No big."

The guard at the last indoor gate let them through without trouble and they
were in the parking lot. Candice pointed at an unmarked white sedan. She took
the wire they had used on the cell lock and quickly unlocked the car. Getting
to work on the engine, she had it started in thirty seconds.

"You drive, Jen," said Candice. "You'll have to talk to the guard and you're
less recognizable than either of us."

Jennifer got behind the wheel. Candice sat next to her and Roxy climbed into
the back seat. Grinning with triumph, they headed for the exit.

As they approached the guard shack, Roxy tapped Candice on the shoulder. The
two guards inside were the same ones who had been watching them in the weight
room! Thankful for her insight, Candace turned her head down and away. Roxy
did the same in the back seat.

"Hi," said Jennifer, rolling the window down. "We...er...want to do a vehicle
patrol on the outside perimeter. Gotta keep on our toes, y'know."

"Sure thing," said one of the guards. He was about to press the button that
opened the gate when suddenly footsteps were heard. A brunette woman in a
guard's uniform appeared. Candice recognized her as Lieutenant Elizabeth
Corridan, the chief of guards.

"What's up, Liz?" asked the second male guard.

Lt. Corridan looked at Jennifer. From the expression on her face, she didn't
recognize her as a prisoner. "I saw you guys getting into the car. Funny way
of getting in. You know you're not supposed to be joyriding. This is a serious
job and you need to take it seriously."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Jennifer, doing a surprisingly good acting job for a
woman of her shy personality. "We'll take the car right back."

"I'm going to need your names and badge numbers," said Corridan.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to place reprimands in each of your personnel
files."

Candice and Roxy looked at each other and nodded. It was attack time. They
both climbed out of the car on the far side, keeping their faces hidden.
Candice made her way to the lieutenant while Roxy moved towards the guard
shack.

Corridan looked at Candice as she approached. A sudden flash of recognition
appeared in her eyes. "I know you! You're that psycho murderer, Candice!" Her
hand moved towards her gun holster, but before it could get there the blonde
had stunned her with a punch to the face. A quick but powerful kick from
Candice's long, muscular leg landed with devastating strength and accuracy on
the lieutenant's nose, driving the cartilage into her brain. Her corpse
slumped to the ground.

Meanwhile, the guards in the shack tried to put their weapons into play, but
Roxy was much too quick for them. She kicked a shotgun out of the first
guard's hands, then knocked him down with a kick to his chest. As he was
falling, she snatched a Taser from his belt. The second guard was reaching for
a submachine gun on a table. With a sadistic grin, Roxy shot him with the
Taser. With a howl of pain, he collapsed to the floor, writhing helplessly.
Turning her attention back to the first guard, she leapt on top of him and
punched him several times in the face.

Jennifer jumped out of the car, her expression alarmed. "Now you guys promised
me there wouldn't be any violen..." she began, but was interrupted when
Candice grabbed her from behind in a choke hold.

"We lied," said Roxy with a laugh.

Candice tightened her grip. "If it makes you feel any better, we were going to
kill you anyway, once we'd gotten past the outer gate and you'd outlived your
usefulness. Now we'll just have to do it a little sooner." Without further
ado, she used a quick jerk of her muscular arm to break Jennifer's neck. The
little redhead's corpse slumped to the pavement, her eyes still showing a look
of betrayal.

The Tasered guard, still unable to move, was staring at the scene in horror.
Roxy smirked at him, then drew back a massive fist, preparing to hit the guard
she was sitting on.

"Rox, I think he's already dead," said Candice. Sure enough, Roxy's earlier
punches had been so strong that they had cracked his skull. Blood and brain
matter were leaking out.

"Yeah, but I want to give a little demonstration for this guy," Roxy answered.
With that, she brought her fist down in a superhumanly strong punch. The
guard's skull was pulverized like a melon from the sheer power of the blow.
Red and brown goo flew everywhere.

"Your turn," said Roxy, turning to the terrified second guard. She began
clenching and unclenching her still-bloodsoaked fist, causing the muscles in
her monstrously muscled forearm to look even bigger.

"Wait," said Candice. "We may need a hostage. Anyway, a wimpy male like that
could be really fun to toy with."

"Hmm, good point." Roxy approached him, flexing her massive biceps. "This is
going to be about half my total strength." With lightning speed for a woman of
her size, she backhanded him across the face, knocking him out.

"Now let's get out of here," said Candice. She grabbed the unconscious guard,
cuffed his hands behind his back with his own handcuffs, and picked him up and
tossed him into the back seat of the car. She guessed that he was about her
weight. She was able to handle that easily.

Roxy picked up the shotgun and pumped it one-handed. With her other hand, she
grabbed the submachine gun and tossed it to Candice, who caught it neatly. The
girls then jumped into the vehicle and headed off the prison grounds, free at
last.

* * *

Police Lieutenant Sara Ramos and her best friend, Melanie O'Connor, were
seated on the couch in Melanie's living room, watching a movie. As Sara
reached for a handful of popcorn, her cell phone rang.

"Damn, girl, do you keep that thing on *all* the time?" Melanie

teased her, playfully slapping her friend on the ass as she got up.

"Mel, I'm a detective and I always have to be on my toes," Sara replied, her
voice serious but her eyes twinkling. "Hello? Oh, hi, Warden Duckworth. Yes, I
remember you. What's going...

WHAT?! You have GOT to be kidding me! Not AGAIN!"

Melanie sat up straight at Sara's reaction, staring at her. Although Sara was
a Latina, she was ordinarily quite calm instead of having the stereotypical
Latina temper.

Sara listened for a minute, then said, "We'll be up there as soon as we can.
Thanks for telling me. Bye."

"What is it?" Melanie asked.

"Candice. She escaped from prison."

Melanie's jaw dropped. "Tell me you're bullshitting me!"

"No bullshit. She and another inmate named Roxy escaped. The warden said it
looks like they killed two guards and a fellow inmate on their way out, and
another guard is missing and presumed hostage. Pack a bag real quick, we're
heading for the airport. Hopefully we can get a flight tonight. We've got to
get up to the prison as soon as possible. I already have an emergency bag in
the car."

Melanie nodded and dashed upstairs, returning three minutes later with a small
suitcase. She looked at the worried expression on her friend's attractive
face.

"Sara, I know what this is. You're blaming yourself. You can't blame yourself
for Candice's escape. She was a thousand miles away. We're not responsible."

"We're the ones who brought her in. I feel like it's my duty to nail her now
that she's out again."

"*Our* duty. We're in this together."

"Thanks, Mel." The two pretty women gave each other a tight hug.

"You know I'm just a civilian and can't bring a gun on the plane," said
Melanie.

"That's okay. I'll declare two so we can each have one when we get up there."

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING

After a redeye flight, during which both Sara and Melanie had slept very
little, the women had rented a car and driven to the prison. Warden Duckworth
met them at the gate and Sara introduced Melanie to him. He then led them to
his office.

"I'm so glad you're here," he began. "I have guards, sheriff's deputies, and
state police searching all over the place, but I know your reputation, Sara,
and you're something special. And any friend of yours that you trust to bring
in on this must be someone pretty special too." He smiled at Melanie, who
smiled back.

"Other than a riot, this is about as bad as it gets," the warden continued.
"One of the two guards that was murdered was my chief of guards. She's been
here 15 years. And the inmate they killed was a trusty, a troubled young woman
who was just turning her life around."

"We know all about Candice, of course," said Sara. "What can you tell us about
the other inmate who escaped with her?"

"Roxy, nicknamed 'Machine Gun Roxy' because that's how she killed her fiance
and his family. She's a real bad one. Was doing life without just like
Candice. She's a bodybuilder, probably takes steroids or something. One of the
guards had his skull completely destroyed. It looked like someone took a
sledgehammer to it, but the prison doctor said the damage was done with fists.
Only Roxy could be that strong."

"How about the dead inmate?" Melanie asked.

"Her name was Jennifer. She was doing two years for embezzling. Not a bad kid,
just made some bad choices. She was turning things around and earned herself
trusty status. Looks like Candice and Roxy used her. Manipulated her into
stealing a lockpick wire and guards' uniforms, then killed her when they
didn't need her anymore."

"Let's have a look at the bodies, then we'll get out and start searching,"
said Sara. "Oh, and put out an alert...TV, radio, all media...for people to be
especially careful about situations where it looks like someone needs help.
That's the ambush that Claudia and Kelly used when they escaped and I'm sure
that's what Candice and Roxy will do to get their hands on a new vehicle that
we can't identify." The warden nodded.

"Don't worry, we'll get them," Melanie added as the girls left.

* * *

Candice turned the stolen car off the road and into the woods.

Parking it well out of sight of the road, she turned off the engine and
grinned at Roxy. "Perfect place for an ambush."

The guard opened his eyes, moaning. "Wha...Where?"

"Hey, baby," Roxy taunted him. "Candice, do we really have to drag him around?
I can pop him real easy." She made a fist. Both girls' hands were now covered
with wrist-length black leather gloves. It made Roxy's massive fist look even
scarier. The guard trembled, remembering what it had done to his friend. "One
punch from this baby and you'll be in hell where all you pigs belong," she
smirked.

"We might need him," said Candice. She looked at the guard. "What's your name,
boy?"

"E...Elliott," he stammered.

"Well, Elliott, if you want any chance at surviving, you'd better be good and
obey us without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will call us Mistress Candice and Mistress Roxy. Now do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Candice." Despite his fear, he began to get an erection at the
thought of being dominated by two muscular women.

"We'll need him quiet for the ambush," Roxy commented.

"True. All right, go ahead."

Roxy smiled and delivered a karate chop to Elliott's neck, knocking him out
again.

"I'll go out and bait in the prey," said Candice. "You know what to do."

Candice took off her cap and tossed her blonde hair around to make herself
look sexier and more feminine. She then jogged out to the road and waited.

A few minutes later, a black sedan appeared. Candice ran out onto the asphalt,
waving her arms. The car stopped a few yards away from her. There was a young
couple inside, with a boy that looked about eight in the back seat.

It was very unfortunate for them that they had not been listening to the
radio.

The man got out and came over to her. "What's going on? Can we help you?"

"Yes, please! My friend and I were hiking and she fell and broke her leg. I
can't move her. Can you please help?" Candice knew that her acting skills were
better than 99% of Hollywood.

Completely convinced, the man's face became concerned. "Of course. I'll
call...no, wait, there's no cell phone reception out here. We'll come with
you. My wife's a nurse and she can help your friend."

"Thank you so much," said Candice, giving him a smile with just the right
amount of seductiveness in it. The man smiled back, then went to the car to
explain the situation. Soon the whole family was following the deadly teenage
blonde into the woods.

"How far is she?" asked the nurse.

"Right here," said Roxy, popping out from behind a tree and aiming her shotgun
at the family.

"What the hell is this?" demanded the man. His wife stepped protectively in
front of their son.

"Oh, nothing personal. We just escaped from prison and need a car that can't
be traced. Unfortunately for you, that means we're going to have to kill you
so you can't report the theft."

With that, Candice did a standing back handspring, kicking the man in the face
and instantly breaking his neck with a loud CRACK that echoed through the
woods.

As his corpse slumped to the dirt, the woman turned to her son and shouted,
"RUN!" The little boy began running away as fast as he could.

"I'll take care of him. You do her," said Candice. The blonde drew a knife
that had come with the guard's equipment belt. She

threw the blade with impressive strength and perfect accuracy. The knife flew
through the air and buried itself to the hilt in the middle of the poor kid's
back. His corpse hit the ground with a small THUD.

"You CUNTS!" shrilled the woman. Although the slim, dark-haired nurse was no
bigger than 5'6" and 120 pounds, she stood her ground in front of the larger
girls.

"Yep, we're real cunts, all right. And proud of it." Roxy hit the woman in the
stomach with the butt of her shotgun, causing her to double over in agony. She
then performed a roundhouse kick to the side of her brunette head that broke
her neck easily.

She laughed at her own strength as the nurse dropped dead.

Candice drove the poor dead family's car into the woods and opened the trunk.
Roxy, using her incredible strength, picked up the man's body like she was
carrying a small child and dumped him in. Candice did the same with the
woman's corpse, then retrieved the boy's body from where she had killed him.
Finally, Roxy transferred Elliott, who was still unconscious, into their new
ride and the girls drove off. They headed several miles down the road before
Candice turned into the woods again. There, they quickly buried the bodies.

* * *

Sara, in the passenger seat of the rented car, took out her cell phone as it
rang. "Hello? Where? All right, we'll be right there."

She turned to Melanie. "Helicopter just found the stolen car abandoned in the
woods about thirty miles away. No one was around it. Looks like we're too
late." She shook her head, then gave her friend the directions to the site.

At the abandoned car, the state police helicopter crew had landed their
chopper in a nearby clearing and were setting up a perimeter. Melanie parked
just outside the crime scene tape.

Sara flashed her badge to a policeman and she and Melanie went over to look at
the stolen vehicle.

"Nothing here at all," said Sara, shaking her head.

"Do you suppose they took the driver's corpse with them, or buried it?"
Melanie wondered. "I don't think they'd want to carry it around. What if they
got caught with it? If it's buried around here and we can ID the body, we'll
know what car to look for."

"Maybe. But somehow, I think they're too smart for that, especially that vixen
Candice. We can have some of the local cops start a search when more of them
get here, but I just have this feeling they were smart enough to bury the
body, or bodies, somewhere else. They could be anywhere."

The two women looked at each other. They made a very attractive picture,
especially since they were still dressed in what they had been wearing last
night - tight jeans and white T-shirts with no bras - their medium-sized but
very firm breasts did not require them. They were both in their late thirties,
but thanks to their fitness and beauty could pass for a decade younger. Sara
had dark brown hair and matching dark brown eyes. She stood 5'7" and 132
pounds. Melanie was a little taller at 5'9" and 135 pounds. She had blonde
hair and blue eyes. Both women had deep, healthy tans, muscular but feminine
bodies, and elegant faces.

"How many bodies are we going to find before we catch up with these fuckers?"
Sara sighed.

"Too many," murmured Melanie, leaning against her friend.

"There's got to be a way." Sara let out an involuntary yawn.

"Sara, we need to get some sleep. We haven't gotten any in thirty hours. We're
no good stumbling around half asleep. Come on. Let's find a motel. When we're
refreshed we can get back on this."

* * *

"Where to now?" asked Roxy. She was in the back seat, guarding Elliott.

"Well, I have cash and a fake passport stashed away. I can get one for you
easily. Then we can get out of the country. But they're a thousand miles away.
Fucking prison authorities, locking me up so far from home. We need to get
money and gear for the road trip. All we have is seventy bucks or so in cash
that we took from those people."

Roxy thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "I know. How about an
isolated farmhouse? We go in, neutralize everyone there,

and grab whatever we need."

"Good idea," said Candice. "Let's keep our eyes peeled for a good place."

* * *

Sara sat up in the motel bed and looked at the clock. She had been asleep for
four and a half hours. Although she still wasn't fully refreshed, she felt
better and wanted to get back to the case as soon as possible.

Melanie was still asleep in the other bed. Keeping the volume low so not to
wake her, Sara clicked the TV on and began flipping through the channels,
trying to think of something that would help them catch the escaped prisoners.
She came to the Weather Channel and paused there, wanting to see what the
forecast would be. "The satellite shows heavier clouds and a chance of rain
moving in..." came the weatherman's voice.

Sara suddenly sat up straighter. "That's it!" She whipped out her cell phone
and dialed a number.

* * *

Melanie found herself being shaken awake by Sara. "Wha...?"

"Mel, I've got an idea! Satellite photography has come a long way...and it can
show where the ground has been dug up recently.

I called the local science lab and they said we could come over and look to
see if there's been any action around where the car was abandoned. If the
girls buried bodies..."

Now fully awake, Melanie sat up eagerly. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

At the lab, the women were ushered into a small room full of computer screens.
A man in a white coat greeted them. "You already told me the basics of what
you wanted over the phone. Any more details?"

"We want to focus on any area within a ten-mile radius of this latitude and
longitude," said Sara. "Especially locations close to a road. I don't think
they would have driven too far with bodies in the car."

"Okay," said the man. He clicked away with his mouse. "These are satellite
pictures from the focus area taken just today. And these are pictures of the
same area taken last week. I'll run a comparison. If anyone's done any digging
between last week and now, it'll show up." Melanie and Sara watched excitedly
as images flashed by on the screen.

"Bingo!" said the scientist a few minutes later. "Right here, about six miles
from the epicenter and along the same road. Someone dug what looks like three
graves, from the size and shape of the disturbance. One of them is smaller
than the other two."

"Probably a family with a small kid," sighed Sara.

"Those fuckers," muttered Melanie. "Killing children now."

"Thanks for your help," Sara told the scientist. "Mel, let's go."

The blonde was already heading for the exit.

* * *

The black sedan was parked in the woods, out of sight from the farmhouse.
"This is perfect," said Candice. "No other houses for miles."

Roxy hauled Elliott, who was now awake, out of the car. He looked at her with
fear. "Please," he began begging.

Roxy punched him in the stomach. He collapsed to the ground in the fetal
position from the strength of the blow. "Call me Mistress Roxy at all times.
And don't bother with begging, you're not getting away." She kicked him in the
ass as he was down.

"S...Sorry, Mistress Roxy!" he cried, stumbling to his feet.

She grabbed him. "You have arms like a girl," she taunted him. "They're so
scrawny compared to my masculine ones." She casually flexed her biceps, then
clenched her fist to make her forearm muscles stand out.

Candice came over and compared her arm. Although hers were smaller than
Roxy's, they were still considerably larger than Elliott's. The blonde teen
laughed as she placed her larger wrist next to his smaller one. "You're such a
little bitch."

Roxy smirked and tied his body to a tree. His hands were still cuffed behind
his back. She stuffed a smelly sock into his mouth for a gag.

Elliott began to make muffled noises, but Roxy hit him in the face with her
shotgun. A nice backhanded blow rendered him silent and unconscious.

Candice clicked the safety off of her submachine gun, while Roxy

pumped her shotgun. "Let's go."

They went to the barn first. Two men were inside and the girls snuck up behind
them. Candice did a tumbling pass of a roundoff, back handspring, back tuck
towards her victim. She landed her tuck in a sitting position on the man's
shoulders. Before the surprised man could do anything, she had twisted her
hips, snapping his neck.

The second man whirled around in fear...and came face-to-face with Roxy. She
blew him a kiss, then reached out. Using her superhuman wrist strength, she
broke his neck one-handed.

The girls made their way to the main house. Roxy kicked in the back door while
Candice kicked the front one in. They rounded up everyone in the house - a
middle-aged couple, a teenage girl, a young boy, and two men in overalls, one
young and big and the other old and small. They lined them up against the side
of the barn.

"Please..." began the middle-aged man, but Roxy shut him up with a knee to his
stomach. The blow knocked all the air out of him.

"God will judge you for this!" cried the old man in overalls. Candice sneered
at him, then, with unbelievable speed, did a single, lethal high kick to his
temple, both penetrating his skull and breaking his neck. The little boy began
to cry.

"Enough of this crap," said Candice. She pumped ten well-aimed rounds from her
machine gun into the boy, literally cutting him in half. The teenage girl
screamed in rage, but Candice fired ten more rounds into her torso, making it
look like Swiss cheese.

Meanwhile, Roxy held her shotgun with one hand and fired, decapitating the
middle-aged man. She pumped and shot again, taking the woman's head off.
Giving it another one-handed pump, she turned to the last man alive, the big
young man.

"I want to have some fun with you, big boy." She tossed the shotgun to
Candice, who caught it easily with one hand despite her surprise.

Roxy beckoned with her finger. "Come on. Think you can take me? Want revenge
for what we just did? Come here and try it."

"Dammit, Roxy, we don't have time for games," said Candice.

"Don't worry, this won't take long." The man moved towards Roxy slowly. At
6'1" and 210 pounds, he was bigger than her, but she was clearly in incredible
shape. Her arms were at least as big as his.

He swung a punch at her. Showing surprising speed for a woman so big, she
dodged it easily. He tried to kick her, but she grabbed his leg before the
kick could land and gave his ankle a savage twist, breaking it. He howled in
agony. A quick shove sent him to the ground.

Roxy wrapped her muscular thighs around his midsection and began squeezing. He
screamed in pain and tried to get loose, but it was hopeless. She was far too
strong for him. She continued squeezing, collapsing and breaking his ribs one
by one. Blood and gore began flowing out. She finally released the mutilated
body long after it was dead.

"Satisfied?" Candice demanded.

"Fuck yeah," Roxy answered. The girls removed money from everyone's wallets,
then went into the farmhouse and began gathering supplies.

* * *

Melanie drove fifteen miles over the speed limit all the way to the location,
counting on Sara's status as law enforcement to quickly get them out of any
tickets they might have received.

She pulled the car up to the indicated site and braked to a halt with a loud
screech. Both women jumped out and began looking around.

"Here," said Melanie, pointing to three patches of recently upturned earth.
The girls each grabbed a shovel from the trunk and started digging.

"Male, early thirties, neck broken," Sara reported when she had removed enough
dirt to reveal her corpse.

"Female, same age, same type of kill," said Melanie, looking at hers.

She began digging up the third grave while Sara reached into the dead man's
pocket and pulled out his wallet. There was no cash, but there were credit
cards and a driver's license. "Bingo. Mr.

Harry White." She searched the woman's pockets. "Ms. Anna White."

Meanwhile, Melanie had dug up the little boy's corpse. "Single knife wound to
the back, looks like it penetrated his heart," she reported. Melanie and Sara
both shook their heads in disgust.

"Let's start driving back towards town," said Sara. "As soon as we get into
cell phone range I'll call this in."

* * *

"Got it!" said Sara. "DMV record just came back. It's a black Toyota Avalon.
Here's the license plate. They just put an APB out on it. It shouldn't be long
now."

"Great!" Melanie replied. "The trap is closing."

* * *

Candice and Roxy finished loading the stolen Avalon's trunk with supplies.
Roxy untied Elliott from the tree. Throwing him into the back seat, she jumped
in next to him. Candice got behind the wheel and sped off.

"It's a two-day drive to my stash," said the blonde. "After we get what we
need, we're home free."

* * *

Sara and Melanie had stopped at a local diner to have some food while waiting
for the car to be found. Suddenly, Sara's cell phone rang. She stepped outside
to take the call.

She hurried in a minute later, her face flushed with excitement.

"That was Warden Duckworth. Candice and Roxy have been captured!

A local farmer spotted the car and called it in. Sheriff's deputies set up an
ambush. Put a nail trap on the road ahead of them. They drove over it, lost
control, and crashed. The deputies took them in while they were stunned. They
had a guard from the prison as a hostage with them. He was rescued safely."

"Whew, it's over," said Melanie, breaking into a smile. Both girls tossed
bills onto the table and ran out to the parking lot.

Jumping into the rental car, they headed towards the scene of the capture.
Sara, behind the wheel, ignored all speed limits.

"Thank God it was this easy," she commented as she drove. "A good clean
capture. No more dead bodies."

But of course, when it came to girls like Candice and Roxy, nothing was ever
that easy...

* * *

Candice and Roxy sat handcuffed in the back of the patrol car.

The two sheriff's deputies who had captured them were standing outside,
talking and joking with each other and imagining the rewards and fame they
would get. Elliott was looking up at the sky with an expression of gratitude.

"Morons," smirked Roxy. She flexed her huge, hyper-muscular forearms. "Don't
they know I can get out of these easily?" She

gave a quick jerk and on the first try, the cuffs snapped apart.

The brunette beauty looked down at her massive wrists with admiration.

Candice was working on her own cuffs. She wasn't as strong as Roxy, but she
was still much stronger than the average male. After about a minute, she too
had snapped her handcuffs apart.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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