New FBI agency created to control Alphas.

WARNING: This story is not suitable for minors. It contains a lot of violence, and many sexually explicit situations. If any of this offends you, do not read any further. Well, you have been warned.

All people and events mentioned in this work are fictional. Any similarities with any of the present or past are purely coincidental.

START CHAPTER I

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LOCATION: Storage warehouse, Washington D.C.

A full S.W.A.T. Team composed of over 25 police officers led by 2 FBI agents surrounds the storage building. They had been following the trail of the Verducci brothers, a high profile drug cartel that operates in Washington, responsible for 25% of all the cocaine distributed in the state. The FBI had been trying to nail them for many years but they have always managed to escape.

"Are they in there, Sparks?" Asked the Agent in command of the mission.

"Sure are, Pops. The two brothers are in the main office and there are only two goons patrolling inside." The younger agent answered.

"How about the basement?"

"Sorry, the Infrared Scanner can't penetrate."

"Don't worry. Probably there's just more stash in there." The Leader of the team signaled the crew to get in position. "Remember people. I want it clean. Red and Blue teams seek and nullify the patrols. Gold team secure the office."

The team entered the building with lightning speed. In less than ten seconds both guards were dead and the office with both Verducci brothers under custody. Both agents went inside with the gold team and captured the dealers themselves.

The two were cuffed and led towards the exit when the basement door opened and from inside emerged two large women. One was oriental, about 7'9" in height and with a very voluptuously curvaceous and muscular body. The second woman was an African-American, about 8'2" in height and about ten times as much body muscle mass. Both had very small waists, broad hips, enormous breasts and very beautiful faces. They were wearing the skimpiest of thong bikinis and walking barefoot.

"I don't think so!" The oriental woman said while flexing her powerful arm making her already large muscles bulge tremendously.

"Surprise!" Said the oldest of the Verducci.

"Crap! Alphas" Said one of the officers.

"Shit Pops, this little adventure just got a whole lot tougher."

"Sparks, you have a gift for the understatement."

"May I present to you Dee-Dee and Stacy. Our new little bodyguards." Said the youngest criminal to the Agents. "Now my darlings, I think we need a little pest control. Could you-?"

"Our pleasure, Boss" Said the black woman as they both began walking towards the cops.

"Gold team! Get the Verducci out of here." Yelled the oldest FBI Agent. "Blue and Red teams set flanking positions and Attack!"

The Red team, led by Sparks attacked the oriental woman, while the Blue team led by the older agent took on the larger one. The two women just stood there while they were showered with bullets and shotgun shells. The projectiles only bounced of the women's bodies without causing them any harm. Meanwhile the gold team was taking the two criminals to the S.W.A.T. car.

"You take them, Dee-Dee. I'll free the bosses." Said the oriental woman, walking away. "Just don't take too long."

"Alright. I'll be done in a second." The black woman said as she launched herself at the peace officers. She finished them off, one by one. She twisted off the head of the first one she encountered. Then she threw a punch at a second cop's face with such force the whole head just exploded on contact with Dee-Dee's powerful black fist. She then grabbed the body of his victim, ripped it by the waist and threw the torso at the team leader and the lower section to another cop. The middle age man saw it coming and was able to duck and avoid the high-speed projectile launched at him, but unfortunately the torso slammed against a stack of crates behind him. It slammed so hard the crate and torso were destroyed, and as a result, the whole pile of crates came crashing down over the agent, pinning him down to the ground. The lower body the woman threw at the officer hit him dead in the center causing both bodies to be splattered all over the back wall.

She hopped forward, slamming her toes against the forehead of another officer. Her large toes dug through the man's forehead, slicing half of his head off. Her leap sent her flying across the warehouse, over where most of the officers had retreated. She landed with one foot on a cop's face and the other on a policewoman's shoulder. The Alpha's 3400 pound weight was way too much for their normal human bodies to support and both were crushed completely under her size 15 feet.

Close behind her was another police officer that had managed to avoid being crushed by her. Although he tried to run back to a safe distance, Dee-Dee didn't give him time to react. Taking a small hop backwards, she slammed her perfectly round ass against the man's midsection sending him flying off to the back of the building. His death was immediate since the powerful impact of those two round masses of muscle packed with superhuman strength, slamming against his stomach pulverized every single vertebra and burst every single internal organ inside him. His body was left as a shapeless bag of blended guts and bone bits, which ended up splattered against the back wall.

She set after a group of three officers who were desperately running for the exit and caught up with them almost instantly. As they were running, she lifted her left foot and in one long stride was able to place it on the back of the cop in the middle. She pushed forward with only a fraction of her strength and the man was shot like a missile, flying out of the warehouse and slamming against one of the squad cars parked out front. The impact tipped the car over to the side and then on its roof, crushing the very little that was left of the man after the impact.

Dee-Dee then extended both of her arms outwards and grabbed onto the other two. She took the one on her left in a headlock, trapping his head between her powerful forearm and titanic biceps. Meanwhile she held tightly to the third officer by the collar with her right hand. She then, while the woman on the right was watching and wetting herself, the powerful black-woman began to tighten the muscles on her left arm, making every fiber of super-dense muscle grow, tightening around the man's head. The powerful woman increased the pressure on her arms, expanding he biceps to an even larger size. Slowly, the head of the man started to give in and his skull began to crack loudly. She lowered the pressure, only to pick it back up. She taunted the man many times, as his skull kept cracking. Once the man's skull had passed out she had no more use for him and proceeded to flex her biceps to their maximum extent. The man's head was crushed to oblivion between her now 30-inch biceps and 25-inch forearms.

She let the man's body drop to the ground. Then, with her right hand Dee-Dee pulled the other officer under her so that she was kneeling between Dee-Dee's thighs and her face stuffed between the Alpha's large ass cheeks until her nose touched her g-string. Once secured she closed her eyes and let herself feel the woman's futile squirming. The policewoman did everything she could to get away, but her head was tightly secured by the superwoman's powerful butt-cheeks in an unbreakable vice grip. Although unable to see, the policewoman brought her pistol between the powerful black woman and aimed it at her crotch. She fired her weapon repeatedly until she emptied the clip but to her sorrow, her target still stood and still had her tightly fastened with her rear.

Dee-Dee began to laugh hysterically. She somewhat enjoyed the point-blank range weapon fire directly on her cunt lips. She ripped off her G-string and brought her large hand between her legs. Dee-Dee grabbed onto the woman's hand and rubbed it over her moistened lips. The captive woman felt the unreal softness and tenderness of Dee-Dee's genitalia. It was hard to believe that a few seconds ago it withstood a hot lead spray from her weapon. The super black woman kept rubbing herself harder still, filling the smaller woman with pain. As the officer's hand was rubbed harder and faster against Dee-Dee's lips, her pubic hair began to peal the woman's flesh. Soon enough, the woman's hand had been ground to paste against Dee-Dee's cunt, along with her gun.

Dee-Dee, still laughing maniacally, shifted her weight onto her left leg and began slowly closing down her right one. Like a nutcracker, her 50-inch thigh constantly increased the pressure. Dee-Dee felt how first the woman's collarbone snaps, then the shoulders are pressed against the caving ribcage, next the skull cracks open like a walnut followed by the ribcage collapsing. The implosion of his lungs sent a gust of wind up her ass increasing her already potent excitement. Finally, when her legs finally come together, muscle, bone, meat and gut were pulverized into unrecognizable ooze.

Dee-Dee shortly afterwards cornered another officer against a wall. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him towards her. She embraced the officer, pressing his body tightly against hers holding his breastbone securely against her abdomen. His face was smothered against one of her awesome breasts, bending his neck backwards. Using only the great control and dexterity of her pectoral muscles, Dee-Dee lifted her gigantic mammaries a few inches, only to then let gravity pull them down. Her large globes bounced rhythmically a few times before stopping. On their first bounce, the black woman's softest flesh pushed down and snapped the man's neck, nearly ripping his head clean off his shoulders.

One by one, the bodyguard kept maiming the remaining officers. She completely ignored the other officers who kept shooting at her incessantly from every direction, managing only to shred her bikini and leave her completely nude.

Meanwhile Stacy had followed the gold team outside the warehouse and was heading to intercept them. They had put the Verducci brothers inside a large armored S.W.A.T. vehicle while two officers entered a standard police squad car. They spotted her running towards them and they took off. The armored car went first and the squad car rode behind it. Since the woman was starting to gain on them the squad car pulled a 180 and drove straight for her at full speed.

The officers had strapped themselves with the seatbelts and were prepared to ram her to try to let the armored vehicle get away. They knew a simple car collision would never harm an alpha, especially not one as powerful as this one looks, but they might be able to slow her down. They knew it was dangerous, but they also knew police cars had been fitted with re-enforced titanium frames meant specifically for this kind of actions, as well as a turbo charged engine, allowing the car to punch through a brick wall easily.

Stacy was surprised to see the car turn around. She didn't think those cops could be that stupid. Defiantly, she stopped and got ready for the impact, placing her hands on the sides of her waist and her legs slightly apart, she stuck out her chest and lifted her chin. She wanted them to see her in a majestic pose before they died.

The men grabbed hold of the braces on their seats. A second before the collision, the driver activated the passenger preserve systems (PPS), which tightened the seatbelts around them, immobilizing them. The seats are locked in position by a hydraulic deadbolt system. The frame is re-enforced by a set of integrity regulating hydraulic pistons. And simultaneously a set of airbags inflates, filling up all the room inside the cabin, pressing the occupants to their seats. All this systems were installed on all police vehicles over a year ago to insure their survival in the case of an Alpha encounter.

The car slammed against the oriental woman at a speed of 350 mph. Stacy felt some pain from the tremendous impact, but not much. It would be comparable to a flick in the ear for a normal person. It annoys more than it hurts. Her body withstood the impact, but although she weighs over 1400 pounds, it was not enough to glue her to the ground. She was pushed and dragged over a thirty feet until the car stopped. Her feet dug trenches as her toes ground the tarmac trying desperately to hold on. She was tossed against a wall where she slammed through it.

The PPS shut down and both officers were released. They were still dizzy and numb from the impact and sudden negative acceleration. The squad car was badly damaged; the whole front had bent inwards like an accordion.

It took only a second or two for Stacy to recover. She stepped out of the hole she had made on the wall and saw the car a few yards from her and inside the two cops slowly coming about. She walked towards the car to finish off her attackers. The driver saw her and turned the ignition on but the damaged engine didn't start.

When she heard the whining of the car's engine Stacy leapt towards the car and landed on the hood. Her amazing weight, a product of her dense muscle mass, amplified by her drop flattened the whole front end of the car, shaking very violently its passengers. She saw them trying to open the doors so she quickly hopped forward and sat on the roof of the car. She kept her legs spread apart to the sides of the car, using each leg to keep the doors shut. Her weight had caused all the windows, which hadn't shattered already to do so, and the whole roof to cave in.

The policemen were trapped inside the car by Stacy's powerful legs. "Lets find out how strong this new pig-mobile is." She said, and with that she began to pull her legs together. Her thighs clamped onto the roof of the car, bending it downward. Meanwhile her calves were pushing inwards on the doors and her ankles were bending inward the whole chassis. She kept closing her legs, very slowly, as to feel how the very metal bends under the relentless strength of her muscles. As the walls came down closing on the men, they screamed and cried begging for mercy. She heard them well but ignored their plights and kept clamping her legs around the car. The men's cries stopped and were replaced by gurgled sounds and then followed by the sickening sounds of spines snapping, bones being crushed and skull bursting. She kept pressing until she felt resistance, but when she looked down she noticed the resistance was actually her legs touching each other. The whole car had been cut in two between her granite thighs.

Stacy then realized these two officers might have allowed the others to get away. Wasting no more time she jumped to the top of the ten story high building behind her. There, she made use of her Alpha level vision to see as far as twenty miles in every direction. Although she could not see through solid objects, she was on high enough ground to see almost every road and highway. There she spotted them, almost out of the reach of her eyesight, heading north on a highway.

The closest building in that direction was an old six story high warehouse about five miles away. She had never jumped so far before and didn't know if she could cover the distance, but it was the only way to catch up to the vehicle. She ran towards the edge as fast as she could and then she applied all the strength her legs could muster. Her body sprung forward with the grace of an eagle and the speed of a bullet train. Her legs applied so much force against the ledge, the whole building collapsed to the ground to a pile of ruble. Also, every window in a mile radius was shattered by the small sonic boom created as her body broke the sound barrier for an instant right at takeoff.

She leapt so hard she actually reached the warehouse and overshot it for another two miles. She actually landed on the highway, but not before she flew through an apartment building, punching through the south wall on the seventh floor and exiting through the north wall on the fourth floor. She was in and out too fast to notice how many people she splattered by plowing through them but she did end up with some woman's head caught between her large breasts. She pulled it out and tossed it aside and then resumed the pursuit of the armored car.

The car was still too far away to run after, so she again took a running start and took to the air. As before she traversed about seven miles and landed on the roof of a Volkswagen. The whole roof collapsed under her feet, grinding the driver's body into his seat, through the chassis of the car and into the highway tarmac. The car had been going over 65 mph but was suddenly stopped by Stacy's bare feet plunging into the ground, digging a small trench with them.

The armored vehicle was much closer now, so close she didn't need to "fly' again, but still needed to get a lot closer. She jumped again, but this time in a more controlled way, only about 50 yards, and landing on the roof of a Mercedes Benz. Again, the roof caved in under the impact and the driver was turned into mulch, but this time she didn't go through the frame. She then jumped again right before the Mercedes started to swerve and crash into the car on the next lane, then to be hit from behind by a Pontiac. Stacy landed this time on the hood of a Mustang lifting the rear end violently, and before the car flipped over she took to the air again.

She kept car hopping until she was close enough to the armored vehicle to jump safely on to it. Just as she was about to jump she realized if she landed on it she might unintentionally crush one or both of the Verduccis. She leapt from the remains of the car she lastly landed on. The passengers of the last car were in no better shape than the other ones inside the 57 cars she hoped on to get to this one. She landed a few feet behind the armored car and ran after it. She left behind a complete scene of destruction, as every car she had used as a stepping stone caused subsequent crashes, leaving the whole highway like a one hundred car pileup.

Even though the car was going over 150 mph, Stacy was able to catch up to it after a few seconds. She could run a little over that speed but not for too long, so she had to stop it fast. She reached the back door and yanked it off. She could see both brothers cuffed, but before she could get on two shotgun-wielding policemen who immediately opened fire greeted her. She was hit in the face almost at point blank range. They kept on shooting but the only damage they accomplished to inflict was to her bikini top, shredding off what little of it was left.

Ignoring the gunmen she hoped inside, landing in front of the cops. She grabbed them by the back of the head with each hand and then slammed their faces against her bare teats. Her soft flesh dimpled slightly against the pressure, but then both breasts became as hard and unforgiving as the rest of her body. Their heads became sandwiched between her hands and excessive mammaries, and were finally ground to paste by them.

She walked towards her employers and gently ripped their handcuffs off. She then turned towards the cab to take care of the driver, but they noticed he had already stopped the vehicle and was running away.

"He's getting away!" Said Leo, the younger Verducci.

"Forget him" Snapped his older brother. "Lets go back for Dee-Dee and clean out the warehouse before more Feds show up."

The three climbed out of the back and Victor and Leo went to the front. "Stacy, where are you going, you need to go in the back." Said Leo.

"I know, I just don't like to leave things unfinished." She said while looking at the last policeman still running away.

"I said we don't have the time." Said Victor

"Then I'll do it fast." She said, and with that she stood next to the middle lane and as soon as the first car drove by she put her arm out and plunged her fingers through the metal side of the car and with very little effort on her part she managed to stop the vehicle. She then lifted the car with the same hand and tossed towards the running cop. Both Verducci watched in awe as the car soared through the air, but were somewhat disappointed when it landed not on him but a few feet in front of him. Just when Leo was about to tease his personal bodyguard, the car exploded, engulfing the cowering policeman in a tongue of flame. "Was that fast enough?" She asked.

"Yea, now lets get out of here!" Victor ordered. Both brothers entered the front of the truck and Stacy sat on the larger area in the back and they drove back towards the warehouse.

Meanwhile, at the warehouse.

"Pops, how are you holding up?"

"Sparks, I-Can't move. Get those crates off me!"

"Consider it done!" The Agent pushed with all his strength and began removing the crates off his partner's back.

"Sparks, Is the Alpha-?"

"Dead? No way. Collins and Kramer are keeping her busy. They are buying me time to get you out of here."

"What about them?"

"Don't worry. They are doing a good job keeping a safe distance." He finished freeing his partner and then pulled him up to his feet.

"What's wrong?"

"My leg, I think it's broken."

"Come on Pops, lean on me. I'll help you out. Just hope those boys can keep her busy for just a little longer." Then, just as Sparks had finished saying those words a horrible scream came from the other en of the warehouse, followed by the sickening noise of flesh being mangled with bone and all.

"Sparks?"

"A little further man, we are almost to the exit." Then they heard another scream this one of a different person coming from the same direction. They kept on moving faster towards the exit until they heard the sweet voice of the incredible black amazon coming from not to far away.

"Twenty down. One to go!"

"New plan, Pops. You must keep heading for the exit. I'll distract her now."

"What? Are you crazy? Get out of here now!"

"I won't leave you behind partner."

"I won't let you-"

"Look man, I am not going to die. I didn't survive the gulf war just to be killed by an overdeveloped bitch. As soon as I see you made it out I'll hightail it out of here."

"Alright."

"Just remember, if you can't make it to the car just jump in the river. These women are so dense they cannot swim."

"Ok, Godspeed my friend. Oh, here. Take my gun."

Sparks got to his feet and run to the center of the room. "Come out, you brainless bitch!" He boasted. "Come and face me."

"Very brave words, coming from a soon to be smear between my thighs!" Dee-Dee responded, walking also to the middle.

"You are pretty good against rookies. Lets see how well you do against a seasoned veteran."

"Don't make me laugh, I have more strength in one pubic hair than you in your whole body."

"Then lets tango!" He ran sideways and began strafing her with both guns (his partner's and his own). She launched herself at him but he was able to avoid her and still not stop shooting at her. While they fought, the injured agent reached the exit, but not before the woman saw him.

"Now I see why you faced me. You were allowing your poor friend to escape. I'm sorry but you both are going to be very dead soon." The black female juggernaut switched her attention to the injured man and ignored his partner who kept shooting at her.

"POPS! Run for it!"

The older agent tried to walk as fast as he could, but the woman was now almost on top of him. Sparks noticed a few crates dangling from a crane on the ceiling. He aimed his guns at the chains and began to fire. After a few misses he managed to drop some of the crates and two of them landed on the woman. The large crates had been filled with a thousand kilos of cocaine.

Sparks ran past the fallen crates and towards his partner but before he could reach him Dee-Dee broke free. She had not been stopped, just delayed for a little over two seconds. She was so angered she took one step outside and plunged her bare foot hard against the ground. The cement sidewalk was shattered into a million pieces, which were flung on every direction. Large cracks ran across the ground for many yards, with the origin under Dee-Dee's large delicately-shaped although oversized foot. Also from under her foot, a powerful shock-wave swept an area with a 100 yard radius, including the warehouse, which plummeted to the ground.

The shock-wave hit both agents while they ran. They were tossed into the air but since Sparks was somewhat closer he was hit the hardest. The blast didn't kill him, but it bruised him up good and then he landed hard near the edge to the river. His injured partner, on the other hand, was closer to the water and when he was tossed he fell into the river.

The man did his best to maintain his head above water. The current slowly pulled him away from the dock. "Sparks! Sparks!" He had no answer. "For peace's sake, Jeffrey! Answer me!" Then he saw the head of his partner appear over the edge of the dock. He was crawling towards the river. His face was all bloody and his body was badly battered.

"H-He-Help m-me!" The younger agent uttered. Then the man saw the dark shape of the amazon standing behind his fallen comrade.

"Sparks! Behind you!"

Dee-Dee bent down, grabbed him the man by the back of the neck and then pulled him up. She held him up in the air like a rag doll. "We'll meet again!" Said the woman to the man on the water. "And when we do I'll do this to you!" She then slid Spark's head between her breasts. His body almost completely limp hanged from his head trapped by her immensely powerful teats. His feet, suspended a few inches off the ground, still tried to kick and his arms also still tried to fight, but his struggle was soon to be over.

"Please, I beg you. Don't do It"

"Why not?"

"He has a wife and two children. For the love of God, have mercy."

"Well, let me think about it-" She hadn't finished saying that when her large mammaries, almost by their own will slammed together, pulverizing the man's cranium with enough pressure to make diamonds from coal. A gusher of blood and brains splattered forward, tainting the water red.

"NOOOOOO" The last agent screamed. He witnessed his partner and best friend being brutally murdered by a woman who had just killed 20 other men in less than five minutes. He clearly saw, almost in slow motion how his head caved inward and his face explode outward. He even saw both eyes shoot out and hit the water not far from where he is. Then the decapitated body slumping down to the ground.

The last image he saw before all went dark was the back of the Alpha as she moved away and the sweet yet sickening laughter of the black behemoth. Even when the lights went out, he could still hear her laughter. That is one sound he will never forget for the rest of his life, whatever is left of it.

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LOCATION: Room 217, Intensive care ward, George Washington General Hospital, Washington D.C.

"John, John, can you hear me?"

"w-wha-?"

"John! We thought we lost you there for a second."

"R-Ronald?"

"Yes, Its me old friend. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit!"

"You were lucky those kids were out there and found you."

"What kids? Found me?"

"Yes! Two kids were fishing on a small boat and found your body floating unconscious. They saw you were still alive and pulled you out of the water and called 911. That's how you got here!"

"I see. Remind me to thank them later."

"I will. Hey, John. How much do you remember?"

"Unfortunately, everything."

"We arrived 15 minutes later. By that time they were all gone. All we found were 21 bodies, all maimed in different ways."

"Sparks."

"We found Jensen's body on the edge of the pier. His head was-"

"I know, I witnessed it. Poor Sparks."

"I'm Sorry."

"When is the funeral?"

"I'm sorry John, it was four days ago."

"How long was I out?"

"Seven days."

"Seven days!"

"You had a couple of contusions, and when you were brought in you were suffering of hypothermia. You must have been floating on the icy water over an hour."

"Then I'm lucky to be here, then."

"More than you think. The first two days you flat-lined three times on us."

"My God!"

"But the doctors now say you will be out of here in no time."

"Great. I can't wait to get back to the office."

"Actually, you are to be reassigned to a new department. That is if you wish to accept this "Promotion'"

"Come on Ronald! Don't put me behind a desk now! I'm a field operative, not a pencil pusher."

"Listen first. The White House has created a new division of the FBI, called the Alpha Task Force. I think you are the best candidate to lead it. There will be some "pencil pushing' but since you will be in command, you can be in all the field operations you want."

"Sounds interesting. So what are we supposed to be, Alpha hunters?"

"Not exactly. The task force will have two main purposes. One, to regulate and penalize any and all illegal and/or destructive activities by Alpha type women. Second, to give aid, orientation, and support to all Alphas who do not abuse of their powers and use them for the good of their community."

"You've got to be joking!"

"I am very serious."

"Look Ron, A good Alpha is a dead Alpha. Just ask Sparks!"

"I know you are hurt, but you have to understand, most Alphas are so by accident. Some were and still are decent girls trying to live a normal life. They must be protected as much as any other citizen. That is not only ATF policy but also FBI policy, is that understood?"

"Yes Chief!"

"Cut the attitude. I'll give you until the end of the week to think about it."

"Don't need to. I'm in. It is my best chance to put away the Verducci brothers and their damn bodyguards."

"Officially, I have to go on record to warn you that the resources of the task force are not to be used for your personal quest to avenge Jensen's death nor to start a large scale witch hunt."

"Yes sir!"

"Then, having said that, personally I know you will go after Verducci, so all I can do is give you my "Unofficial' blessings."

"Thank you Ronald. And I swear to you, I shall not rest until those four are locked behind bars or six feet under."

"I know you will, old friend."

"I swear!"

END OF CHAPTER I