There Can Only Be One
By Montrose



*** Relaxing ***

Shannon Duffy sat in the overstuffed wingback in the reading room, curled up
with a trashy paperback. It was a steamy book; just right for a rainy day. She
could still smell the heat rising from her scantily-clad body after that last
chapter. A bang out in the hall disrupted her moment, however. Ted and Tom,
her twin brothers, could use a quiet past- time like this, she thought.

She could see them wrestling with each other in the wide hall outside the
double doors. If they weren’t careful Ted was going to mash into the hall
table and knock that vase... too late.

Shannon leaped from her chair like a mountain cat. She cleared 17 feet of
polished hardwood floor before she tucked and rolled, then sprang forward
again. Her long fingers clutched the vase within an inch of the floor and
saved it. She herself skidded on her side and bumped into the far wall in the
hall. She curled up, protecting the vase on impact. It wasn’t so much the
value of the object as the challenge of saving it.

She stood and turned angrily to her brothers who, still wrestling, didn’t even
know she was there. She cleared her throat.

They fell off of each other instantly and leaped back against the far wall,
jarring a portrait of their great-grandfather. The twins were 25, 6 years
older than Shannon. Shannon was 5 feet 9 inches tall and 145 solid pounds.
Compared to the 6 feet 4 inch, beefy twins she didn’t seem imposing. But the
look in the eyes of those men showed who was in charge. They didn’t budge as
she carefully returned the vase to its place on the hall table. Then she
turned back to them.

"You two little twerps had better go play outside before I get mad." She
snarled, low and steady. They just stood plastered against the wall staring at
her with big eyes. She stamped a bare foot at them. They nearly climbed over
each other in their frenzy to be the first out the front door. Shannon
giggled. How long before Mom and Dad found out what she had so recently taught
those two boys – that she was a world-class powerhouse?

She tossed her strawberry-blond locks and swaggered back to her book. When was
it she had discovered it for herself?

She had always been agile and quick; a winning gymnast; breaking track and
field records at schools; but when did she first realize her gift of strength?

She settled back into the wingback and remembered.

*** School Days ***

It all started in 7th grade. She was just 5 feet 5 inches then and barely 110
pounds. But years of gymnastics, a few years of dance, swimming, skiing and
track had left her toned like a quality machine and lithe as a cat. But the
world and the people in it still seemed big and powerful to her. Although she
was breaking records in track and swimming at her boarding school; and
although she was learning in dance that a lot of strength can be managed with
proper balance; she still felt like a little girl in a big person world.

At the boarding school where she spent so much time she had made friends with
a quiet boy named Jim. She enjoyed discussing books and history with him. Most
of the other kids didn't read enough for her taste. But because Jim was little
and bookish, he was the target of bullies. He was almost her size, an inch
shorter and rather slight. And he didn't have her athletic grace. She turned a
blind eye to his stumbling walk even as she knew he couldn't resist watching
her leggy stride. Jim was always a perfect gentleman. "Too perfect" Shannon
thought at times.

It was from protecting Jim in the lunchroom that Shannon first got in trouble.
Jim had tripped over a big dope’s foot. Gus, a hulking 8th grade boy had
purposefully tripped him as he walked by. Everyone laughed. But Shannon got
right up in Gus' face and read him the riot act as Jim collected himself.

When the feared Principal Henderson walked in all he saw was Shannon yelling
like a loon at Gus. Mr. Henderson had had plenty of run-ins with Gus. Gus
still feared him. But to be honest, Mr. Henderson was getting a bit
intimidated by the size of the boy. He took the easy road and pulled Shannon
out by her elbow.

"But he started it!" She howled as he dragged her to his office. She was still
fuming.

"Settle down little girl." Said Mr. Henderson in his deep, authoritative
voice. "That is no way to talk to your elders."

She did shut up but she was still steaming under her starched white collar.
Those school uniforms looked cute but when you got heated up they were just
too tight around the collar. She pulled at her little black tie to let some
air out. She looked fairly disheveled when Mr. Henderson finally made her
stand in front of his desk in his office. He sat on his desk holding that
intimidating paddle of his - the one with the whole in it so that it could
sail through the air faster. Oh the stories kids like Gus have told about
it...

Shannon's anger turned to fear. Her eyes grew wide. She had never been in this
office. She had heard the screams of bad kids come from behind the door,
though. She looked up at Mr. Henderson. He had a cocky sneer on his face that
brought back a bit of her anger.

"Fix your blouse." He ordered. "You look like a tramp." She obeyed, with a bit
of a pout. She tucked it back in, fixed her tie, pulled up her knee socks.
Then she straightened her braids.

"Was that any way for a young lady to act, I ask you!" spat Mr. Henderson as
she worked.

"But he tripped Jim and..."

"Shut up!" Yelled Mr. Henderson as he cracked the paddle against his hand with
a slap.

Shannon jumped and stood up straight. Mr. Henderson sneered wider. He seemed
to enjoy her discomfort.

"That's better." He said softly. "So you say little Jim was in on this. Maybe
I need to bring him in and..." Mr. Henderson rubbed his hand over his
legendary paddle.

Something snapped in Shannon. "NO!" She shouted, seeing red. She grabbed the
paddle in both hands and wrenched at it. Mr. Henderson held on with both hands
and pulled back. Shannon gave it another yank and pulled it away from a
shocked Mr. Henderson. He began to protest but Shannon's right hand shot out
and closed on his throat. She yanked him off his desk and he fell to his knees
before her. She stood over him, choking him with one hand and holding the
paddle in the other.

Slowly her anger was displaced by wonder at what was playing out before her.

She watched in disbelief as Mr. Henderson, a 6 feet tall man, maybe 175
pounds, the feared principal, struggled to pull her hand off his neck. But he
couldn't. He groped with one hand on her thumb and the other working her
fingers. But he couldn't get free. She watched him turn red and his tongue
stick out. She watched his eyes bug out then roll back.

In a fright she pushed him over onto his back. She pushed him back before she
killed him - that is what she feared was happening. He lay gasping for air on
the floor as she looked down at him, wide eyed. She could see her hand print
red on his neck. She stood over him and gaped down at him for 2 minutes still
holding the paddle. His color returned but he didn't get up. He just gulped
air and lay at her feet, staring up, wild-eyed; shaking. He looked scared and
confused. Shannon was confused herself. But not scared.

No words passed between them as they both contemplated what had just taken
place.

"I'm... I'm going to leave now." she finally whispered. She softly put the
paddle down on his desk. She backed away. He staid on the floor, gulping air,
staring after her. "Good- bye Mr. Henderson." She opened the door and left,
closing it softly.

Back in the hall her head was swimming. What in the hell had just happened?
She looked at her hand. She could still feel his throat in it. But she didn't
remember really pressing that hard. Why hadn't Mr. Henderson defended himself?
Was it just the element of surprise? She supposed so. She shook her head in
disbelief. That big, strong man should have easily turned her over his knee.
But here she was walking in to the rest of her day untouched.

That must have been it... the element of surprise.

After school Jim and Shannon were walking out together when Gus ran past and
pushed Jim down. "Hey runt!" The big brute called "You still got yer
girlfriend protecting you?"

"Leave him alone!" Shouted Shannon.

"Shannon..." said Jim calmly as he got back up.

Gus laughed as he shoved past three other kids on his way out.

"I could just!" Began Shannon making a fist and stamping her foot.

"It's not your fight, Shannon." said Jim calmly. "Besides, Gus is more bark
than bite." Shannon looked at him. He was so peaceful and centered and brave.
She wished she could control her temper. The scene with Mr. Henderson flashed
before her eyes and she shuddered.

"OH!" she jumped up and down. "I almost forgot my science book! I'll meet you
outside!" And she was off like a rabbit. Jim smiled after her, then walked
outside.

When Shannon finally returned and stepped outside most kids were gone, but
there were two in a pile down by the old cedars. As she walked closer she saw
they were fighting. How pathetic, she thought. As she drew near she saw the
one on the bottom was Jim getting the living snot beat out of him by Gus!

Shannon acted before she could think. She ran up behind Gus, grabbed him by
his belt with both hands and yanked for all she was worth. He lifted off of
Jim like a rocket.

Shannon tipped backwards as Gus sailed over her head, but her natural grace
saved her. She spun around and watched as Gus, with a comical look on his face
flew backwards through the air until his flight was stopped abruptly by a
cedar tree 4 feet away. He fell on his face at the base of the tree (a drop of
6 feet from where he hit) and groaned. Jim staggered to his feet and stood
next to Shannon.

"Holy crap, Shannon!" He gasped. "Did you do that?"

Shannon looked at him with her mouth open. Had she done that?

"Oh no..." Said Jim. His eyes were looking past Shannon toward the school
building. "Mr. Henderson! Run!" and he jumped clumsily through a hedge. Gus
rolled over onto his back, still groaning, now holding his head.

Shannon turned away from him toward the school. There stood Mr. Henderson in
the doorway. He had seen the fight. Anyone caught fighting got paddled and
sent home with their parents for a week. Mechanically she took a step toward
him with a pit in her stomach. She knew he would be calling her over any
moment. She wondered what her parents would say. What would they do? She had
never been in trouble before. And now twice in one day! Mr. Henderson put a
hand to his neck.

At her third step Mr. Henderson bolted back into the school. She had seen his
face turn from a blank stare into a mask of panic. Then he had turned tail and
run into the school. In a flash her earlier meeting with the principal
replayed in her mind. Had she really over-powered him? Was it a fluke? The
element of surprise?

Shannon looked back as Gus. He was just raising up to his hands and knees. He
was covered in leaves and dirt. There was a visible lump growing on the back
of his head through his short hair. Must have been caused from hitting the
tree so hard, she thought. How had she done that? She lifted her arm and made
a muscle. A round ball of firm meat strained under her white blouse. She was
stronger than her girlfriends – she could see that without having to test it.
But Mr. Henderson? And Big Gus?

Shannon called over to Gus. "Leave Jim alone. You hear me?"

Gus nodded immediately. He understood brute force quite well. And he was still
having trouble breathing.

Shannon got a twinkle in her eye. "And now for Mr. Henderson." She almost sang
as she skipped toward the school door.

The building sounded empty. Even most of the teachers were gone. She clomped
down the echoing hall and turned toward the administrative offices. Mr.
Henderson's door was closed. She pumped it wide open without knocking. He was
at his desk with his head in his hands. When she opened the door he looked up,
then he jumped to his feet and stood almost like a soldier at attention, but
laced with fear.

"You wanted to see me?" Asked Shannon in her best sing-song voice.

"N-n-no..." He stammered. He cleared his throat and tried again. "N-n-not
really." his voice still cracked.

"But you saw me in that fight." Shannon knitted her brow in fake-bewilderment
and stuck out her bottom lip. "I beat up little Gussy." Mr. Henderson
swallowed. Gus was as tall as he was and quite a bit heavier even if he was
just an eighth grade boy. He was a bit worried about how big that boy was
getting... "Anyone who fights has to come see you, right? And get
paddy-whacks?"

"I... uh... I'm sure you had a good reason, Miss Duffy." Mr. Henderson managed
to cough out. His hand went absentmindedly to his neck, then darted down
again.

"No." Shannon shock her head and her long braids wiggled back and forth. "I
just did it 'cause I fucking well felt like it." she lied. Why bring Jim into
this? Also, she knew swearing was almost as bad as fighting. She might as well
have spit in his face.

Mr. Henderson's face grew dark and tense "Now there is no call for that..." He
had finally found his voice.

"But it's true." interrupted Shannon stepping up to his desk and letting the
door close behind her. Mr. Henderson looked like he might step away, but then
he found courage. Fueled by indignation, he stood his ground. "We don’t use
that kind of..."

"I just... pie-hole... fucking... felt like it." Shannon continued leaning
over his desk at him "And if I... fucking... feel like it again I'll..
god-damn... well do it again."

"Now see here!" He shouted. His eyes glanced over at his paddle hanging on the
wall, within arms reach. According to his rules she richly deserved an
immediate paddling of the highest magnitude.

"Oh stop your blustering you silly little Momma's boy." chided Shannon. She
didn't want talk. She wanted him to snap into action. She wanted to see if she
could really take him now that he knew she was strong. She didn't want the
element of surprise this time.

The words "Momma's boy" seemed to strike a note inside of Mr. Henderson even
more than the word "fuck." Shannon saw him almost leap for the paddle when she
said them. She watched a vein almost explode as it throbbed on the side of his
skull. She turned her back on him and waved her butt and chanted "Momma's boy!
Momma's boy! You're a fucking Momma's boy!"

That did the trick.

In a wink Mr. Henderson had the paddle in hand and zeroed in on that wagging
rump. He came down with all he had and made Shannon jump forward three feet
and let out a yelp. That would be tender for a while.

"You little...!" He snarled as he raised it for another whack. But now Shannon
had what she wanted - a return match.

She grabbed his tie and yanked his head down to his desk. It bounced off the
wood with a hallow thump. Then she dragged him onto his desk. She had him off
his feet with just one hand again. She smiled down at his sweating face. This
is a snap! She thought. It’s like fighting a baby!

His expression changed from anger to fear as he did his best to break free, to
no avail. She wrenched the paddle from his hand (quite easily), then climbed
on top of him pinning him to the desk with the paddle across his neck. Her
long legs locked onto the desk pinning his arms to his sides. His eyes bulged
as his face turned red. He tried bucking her off. He tried freeing his hands.
He even tried bringing his legs up behind her. Nothing he did could unseat
her. She had him pinned to his desk with his own paddle choking him.

She leaned forward and whispered. "You fear me, Momma’s boy. I can see it. I
used to fear you. That was before I found out you were just a little...
fucking... Momma’s boy." She picked the paddle up and Mr. Henderson sucking in
sweet air. She unlocked her legs from the desk, turned sideways and slid off
of him.

She landed on her feet as he sat up on the desk. She chucked the paddle into a
corner (she didn't need the advantage). Mr. Henderson made a dive for it but
Shannon grabbed him up in a headlock before he could get far. "Naughty,
naughty Momma’s boy. I can see you still need some taming." She twisted around
to keep him from getting his feet planted and very nearly twisted the poor
man’s head off before dumping him back onto his desk again.

Then she grabbed him by his shirt collar and belt buckle. She snapped him high
overhead. "Light as a feather." She declared as she held him high. Mr.
Henderson let out a yelp of fear. She looked up into his face. His expression
made her laugh.

"How old are you Mr. Henderson?" She asked as she held him up.

"Please..." He gasped.

"35? 50?" she guessed. Young girls are not good at guessing age. He didn’t
answer so she shook him around up there.

"AAUGH! 42! PLEASE!" He cried.

She brought him down sideways hard onto his desk with a crash. The wind left
him. As easy as cake she lifted him back up over her head again, straight
armed. She was giggling with glee now, bending her elbows and pressing him
back up in quick strokes. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,..." she counted with every
stroke. At that very moment she felt like a powerful goddess. As a slip of a
girl in 7th grade she was in complete control of a 42 year old man! "48, 49,
40, 41, 42!"

"Please..." gasped Mr. Henderson as she held him high.

Shannon tossed him to the opposite wall. He hit sideways and crumpled to the
floor. "That's enough for now, Momma's boy." she said, flexing her pumped up
arms. "But if I feel like giving you some more, I fucking well will. You
understand?"

"Please Miss Duffy." He panted from the floor. "Please don’t. I’ll do anything
you want." All fight was gone from him. He was her dog now.

Shannon paused before leaving and picked up the paddle. She walked over to Mr.
Henderson as he lay crumpled on the floor. "Please no!" he wailed and covered
his head. She smiled down at him as she hung the paddle back up on its nail.
She turned with a toss of braids and giggled her way out of the building.

*** ***

Back in the reading room, Shannon giggled again at the memory. But that was
only the beginning. She had another year and a half at that school and from
then on she had everything her own way. When she wanted a special outing for
her friends she told Mr. Henderson to arrange it. When Gus found a new wimp to
bully, she set him straight.

*** Gus ***

But she always tried to do it on the sly. Her meetings with Mr. Henderson were
private as well. She never embarrassed him in front of other students or the
teachers. When she had a lesson to teach Gus she always waited for a private
moment. Like the time he pounded the new kid for fun.

Shannon has stood at the sidelines making sure things didn’t get too out of
hand. When it became obvious the kid couldn’t defend himself Shannon caught
Gus’ eye and shook her head at him.

Gus stood up. "That aught to be enough for now." He boasted. "I guess you know
who’s in charge now!"

And so do you, Gus, thought Shannon. But she didn’t think Gus was fully aware
of how much she was in charge. She decided it was time to tell him.

That night Shannon climbed to the third story window that led into Gus’ room
using the thick ivy. Without turning on a light she slipped her hand over his
mouth. He woke instantly and tried to scream. She held his head in her arms
with his mouth clamped shut. When Gus saw who it was he got too scared to
scream. Then she let him go.

"You look like you’re not getting enough of a challenge, Gus." She whispered.
"These little guys you pick on just aren’t putting up enough of a fight."

"I’ll leave him alone too..."

"Shut up, Gus."

Silence.

"It occurs to me," she went on, "what you need is a real challenge. And as I
was thinking about it, I thought... so do I!"

"Pardon?" Gus was a bit slow sometimes.

"How tall are you Gus?" she asked.

"I’m 6 feet 1 inch." He said with pride.

"And how fat are you?"

"Fat?" He looked puzzled.

"How much do you weigh?"

"225 pounds." He said again with pride.

"That’s pretty damn big for an 8th grade boy."

"Yep."

"Biggest one here."

"Yep." He puffed up.

"Do you think you could take on a kid, say 5 feet 5 inches and less than 110
pounds?"

Gus laughed. "No sweat! Bring him on."

"Okay." Shannon smiled. "Give it your best shot." And she set herself for a
fight.

Gus looked puzzled again. Sure he remembered hitting the tree. He didn’t know
how she did it. Maybe some kind of machine or something. But if she was asking
for a fight... and she was pretty damn cute... Hell... it might be fun! He was
starting to get into the spirit of the thing!

"No tricks this time! No machines!" He snarled.

"Machines?" It was Shannons turn to look puzzled. But she didn’t have much
time before she was under a pile of Gus. He hit her like a tank and knocked
her on her back. His thick arm wrapped around her little neck as he tried
grinding her face into the floor. He was already panting and chuckling.

This was going to be easy, thought Shannon. But it was also going to be
disgusting. She took his wrist in hand and twisted that arm behind his back.
As she twisted he rolled off of her whimpering in pain. How the hell could she
do that?

"Shut up you big baby!" She snarled. "Do you want everyone to see you getting
your ass kicked by a little girl?" He stopped whimpering and gasped quietly as
she nearly wrenched his arm from his shoulder.

"Gus." She whispered in his ear. "You’re just a little bully boy and it makes
me sick." Gus struggled and she cranked up the pressure on his arm some more.
"Now I want to hear you say, I promise not to be such an ass-pipe."

"Fuck you." He snarled still trying to break free.

She forced him to his knees and grabbed him around the neck with her free hand
just to choke him for a while. He was out cold before she reached down for his
BVDs and with a grunt of her own lifted him over her head.

For exercise she pressed him up and down several times until he woke up. Then
she plunked him down on his bed and Jumped on top of him. She clamped her legs
around his body and squeezed until his face turned purple. "Say it Gus, or
I’ll break your ribs." She snarled.

"Say what?" He gasped.

"Say you promise not to be such an ass-pipe."

"I promise!"

"You promise what?"

"I promise not to be such a... such a... ass-pipe." He finally grunted.

"And you will never start a fight again."

"Never! I swear!"

She let up and sat up on top of his big belly. She shoved a bare foot in his
face.

"Kiss that you big stupid pile of yuck." Through teary eyes Gus’ quivering
lips touched her foot. She was wearing short shorts and a sleeveless T. She
put a hand on her hip and shook a finger down at him. "Now you know I can
easily kick you ass, right?" She asked. He nodded. "Do you want me to let the
entire school know it?" No he didn’t. He was dead set against it. "The next
time I see you in a fight I’m coming right in and I’m mopping up the floor
with your blood right in front of everybody. You got me?" He got every word.

She sprang from his bed and out the window, grabbing a vine as she slipped
out.

*** ***

These early memories were favorites of Shannon’s. But even those were not as
powerful to her as the first time she met another strong girl. As the daughter
of a rich man she got to travel a lot. Shannon moaned and curled up tighter in
the big chair. One hand slipped playfully up her shorts as she remembered her
16th birthday with her eyes closed.

*** Jamaica ***

Her daddy took her and three of her friends to Jamaica. They had a water-front
beach- house separate from her parents and felt so grown up! The girls played
music and danced and wrestled playfully until late at night. Shannon always
won but took care to not make it look too easy. Her strength was still a
closely guarded secret.

Around midnight she suggested they sneak down to a bar – there was one just up
the beach. The other girls were horrified at the prospect.

"Did you see those big men in there?"

"We’re half naked!"

"We wouldn’t last a minute!"

It took some doing but Shannon convinced them to let her go scout it out. What
she really planned to do was to bring her friends back after she had beaten
the locals into submission.

When she stepped in every head turned to look at the young white beauty. She
walked up to the bar and ordered a soda.

"You best leave now little lady." Whispered the bartender.

Shannon looked around. There was a table of three guys in one corner and two
guys on the other side. One of the two was the size of a horse! His arms were
like trees. He had no shirt on in the hot evening and his pecks stuck out like
shelves. Her heart beat faster at the sight of him.

"These men..." continued the bartender. "They aren’t used the nice young
ladies such as

yourself."

"Men?" said Shannon loudly. "I don’t see any men here. Just a few limp little
school boys." The room grew tense. She pointed to the big man. "That one over
there looks a bit simple in the head. And kinda soft. What’s your name, cream
puff?"

The big guy stood and nearly scraped the rafters with his dreadlocks.

"You betta leave now, little girl." He snarled down at her. "Or I spank you so
you don’t sit down."

Shannon laughed. "You? You’re just a little baby cream puff. Don’t make me
hurt you." She turned her back on him and drank her soda.

The big man’s hand engulfed her shoulder and spun her around. He went to slap
her across the face but she blocked his hand. The crowd laughed. That fueled
the man’s anger and he swung in earnest. But Shannon blocked it like it was
nothing. Then she grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm so that he fell to one
knee. While he was down on one knee she slapped him so hard it sent him
tumbling to the floor.

The man’s cheek burned like fire. He couldn’t believe this wisp of a girl had
just dropped him like that. He rubbed his cheek. How could that little white
girl in a bikini stand there and take on a 6 feet 5 inch hard working man of
275 meaty pounds?

"Get up, cream puff." Shannon taunted. "I’m not done with you." He hopped to
his feet and charged, trying to flatten her against the bar. She stopped him
in his tracks, lifted him sideways and dropped him on his back. Then she
shoved a foot on his neck and braced herself on the bar. He tried to push her
foot off but he couldn’t budge it.

Shannon kept him pinned until he looked groggy. As she did she winked at the
others. "Stick around you other cream puffs. You’re next." Eventually she
removed her bare foot. The big man struggled to his hands and knees.

Taking her time Shannon stepped over his head and tucked it up under her
little butt. Then she locked her ankles together and strangled him in a
standing leg scissors.

Again he bucked and pulled, but she held on to the bar and he couldn’t move
her. When his struggles got weak she let go. His head hit the floor.

She rolled him over with a foot. She sat backwards on his chest and was just
going to pull his legs up to pin him when she saw the huge package in his
pants. It was as long as her arm and as thick as her leg. She was stunned.

The big man took the moment to sit up and grab the girl in a full nelson. His
huge arms clamped shut behind her head. Then he rolled over on her, crushing
her into the dirty floor.

"HA!" He snorted. "I got you now, bitch."

Shannon bridged up under him. The way his lap snake dug into her ass as she
did intimidated her a bit, but she stayed focused. She stood despite the man’s
best efforts to keep her down. Then she turned to the three men at the table.

"You think he’s got me?" She winked. In a flash she dropped her arms, breaking
his hold. She reached behind her and grabbed his dreadlocks. Shannon swung him
up over her head by his hair and slammed him head first to the boards between
her bare feet. The impact bounced her off the floor. The big man lay still –
out cold.

When she let go of his hair she stood up straight and put her fists on her
hips. She stood smiling at the other men in the bar. "Pile on boys!" she
cried.

The other men rushed as once, carrying Shannon through the door and out into
the street. A man landed on each of her arms; and a man on each leg. "Let’s
finish this wild cat!" one of them yelled.

First she took the two on her arms and lifted them so quickly they clunked
heads and went limp. Then she sat up and stuffed the heads of the other two
men between her legs and crunched down on their necks. They wailed and begged
for release instantly. She giggled as they twisted. Little by little their
twisting weakened and then stopped. She left them passed out in the street and
walked back into the bar. The bartender had eyes like dinner plates.

Shannon stepped onto the back of the big man and said, "I suppose you want
some?"

"NO!" He gasped loudly. "Mercy!" Shannon giggled.

"Mercy Brown! Help!" Continued the bartender. Shannon looked puzzled.

"Did someone call?" asked a sultry voice from the back door.

Shannon looked up and saw the most smokingly gorgeous woman she would ever
see. A black goddess, standing 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at no less
than 215 curvaceous pounds stood smiling down at her.

"Now why you play so rough wit dose boys, honey." She crooned. "Why not you
play wit Mercy here." Her rich island accent was like music. She opened her
arms invitingly. She was dressed in a skimpy blue skirt (that on a breeze
revealed rather tattered black panties underneath) and a white midriff blouse
that her ample bosom had outgrown some years back.

Shannon had never thought of herself as having lesbian inclinations. There was
nothing wrong with it... she had just never had the stirring... until now. She
licked her lips and looked up at the towering goddess.

Shannon stepped down off of the big man and staggered toward the seductive
Mercy Brown. She walked up to Mercy as if in a dream. "Mercy..." she
whispered.

The big woman laughed heartily. "Oh you will be saying dat much louder
by-an-by, honey! I-an-I gonna spank manners into you."

"You’re..." stammered Shannon. She could smell the beauty now and was even
more intoxicated. "You’re..."

"I know honey." Said Mercy as she flexed and posed. "I-an-I am all of that. An
only 20 year old." Then she grabbed Shannon by the neck and lifted her off the
floor to eye level. "Now we get busy." She snarled through luscious red lips.

Shannon dangled and tried to remove the thick fingers from her neck. Before
she could, Mercy pressed her into a wall. She stuffed Shannon’s head deep into
her cleavage and crushed her; smothered her; still dangling above the floor!

All of Shannon’s struggles did nothing! She could feel Mercy strain and pant
to keep her pinned; she could feel the dark goddesses heart bounding hard; but
she won not an ounce of freedom! Mercy laughed her deep laugh. "You strong for
a little white girl! But Mercy still gonna treat you mean, honey."

Shannon could see nothing but dark, smooth, delicious smelling flesh. Her
hands clutched to get free but they were pinned to her sides. She started to
feel faint. There was no air deep between those breasts.

Then Mercy stepped back and let her drop to the floor. Shannon fell to her
hands and knees between Mercy’s big bare feet. She noticed that they were
perfectly manicured. Mercy dropped her high, round ass hard down onto
Shannon’s shoulders, driving her head to the floor. Then Mercy commenced to
hand her a spanking that had her yelping with every echoing smack! She
remembered the smack from Mr. Henderson’s wood paddle – that was nothing
compared to the punishment her rump was taking now.

Shannon leaped up with all her strength after the seventh such smack,
clutching her throbbing red cheeks. A surprised Mercy topped off onto the
floor.

They both recovered at the same time and circled each other. Lust or not,
Shannon was hot for revenge. Mercy looked to have gained just a little respect
for Shannon’s strength so she didn’t just rush in.

"Nobody every break free from Mercy, befo." She said. "I gonna beat you down
honey – take that pride out of you."

Shannon grabbed for Mercy’s leg. The big woman was not as fast as she. She had
her toppled onto her back in a flash. She twisted Mercy around and bent that
leg to rip it from the hip. But those legs were the greatest power that Mercy
had. She kicked and knocked Shannon off her feet. She grabbed Shannon and
stuffed her into a reverse scissor. She rolled over onto Shannon’s face.
Mercy’s big butt mashed her to the floor and shut out the light. Mercy relaxed
onto Shannon’s head and crushed her legs together for all she was worth.

Shannon cried out in pain.

Mercy, panting and tired, asked "You giving up, little white girl?"

Shannon twisted and grunted. Even with Mercy’s wide back end all over her face
she wasn’t defeated. She could feel the giantess growing weaker. The big girl
was breathing hard with the effort of holding her down. Shannon wiggled like a
snake and almost broke free, but Mercy re-applied the scissors the other way.
Now Shannon was muffled by Mercy’s groin and her body stuck out behind the big
girl. But the scissors weren’t what they used to be. Looking up Shannon saw
sweat trickling down Mercy’s dark brow. She was huffing and puffing. She
looked worried even though she was on top.

Shannon planted her feet on Mercy’s big hard butt and pushed until her head
popped free. She flew across the room and banged into a table knocking it
over.

Mercy struggled to stand, tired from the effort. Shannon leaped, knowing speed
was her best weapon. She landed on Mercy’s head and grabbed her left arm. She
yanked it back in an arm-bar as they came down on the bar with Mercy’s head
under Shannon’s still tender ass. She pulled back on the arm and Mercy wailed
in pain.

Mercy tried to stand but Shannon locked her legs onto the bar, holding her
fanny down on Mercy’s head.

"You gonna tear my arm off!" She shouted.

"You giving up, big black girl?" asked Shannon.

Mercy struggled some more, but Shannon put everything she had into yanking
back on that big arm. She used both of her arms and her back as well. The big
girl was wearing down.

"OKAY! OKAY!" Shouted Mercy. "You win this round!"

"Say please pretty princess!" Snarled Shannon still pulling.

"Please pretty princess." panted Mercy instantly. She knew when she was beat.

Shannon, grateful for the win, dropped the arm. She sat panting and sweating,
still on Mercy’s head for moment, too tired to get up. "You want me to get up
now?" She asked, exhausted – giggling.

"Oh..." panted Mercy. "Your not dat heavy."

They both laughed. And eventually Shannon got up. They shook hands. They
hugged, panting and sweaty. They admired each other. That is when Shannon
suggested they stay in touch. If Mercy ever needed her help, she could depend
on it. And Mercy declared the same. They exchange contact info.

Over drinks, they talked until dawn. At one point Mercy looked sideways at
Shannon and said, "You beat me, honey. I know." She rubbed her arm. "But if I
hadn’t let you up from that wall in the start, I would have smothered you,
no?"

Shannon blushed. "Yes." She had to admit. "You had me at the start, but you
let me up. I guess I just wore you down over time."

Shannon moved over and sat on Mercy’s big lap. The two girls shared a tender
embrace, a long soft kiss, and then parted.

The bar keep mopped his damp brow and cleaned up for the next day. "Lord,
lord, lord." He kept mumbling. He never thought he would see anyone beat his
niece Mercy.

Shannon and her friends enjoyed the run of that bar the next night.

** **

Shannon sighed at the memory. And she pulled her wet fingers out of her
shorts. But that wasn’t the last strong girl she ever met.

She cuddled her romance novel and looked out at her idiot brothers rolling
around on the rain soaked lawn. Would they stay out until she told them it was
alright to come back in?

It was through her brothers that she met little Carlotta. If her brothers
hadn’t been addicted to fast Italian cars she never would have met Carlotta
Bolini.

** Vroom Vroom **

It was just last year. Shannon was 18. Ted and Tom were 24 and as big and
goofy as they come. Shannon hadn’t shared her little secret yet. They still
felt like big, strong protective brothers. It made her giggle.

The three of them walked into Bolini Motors to look over the new Porsches and
Mazarattis. There were two sports car show rooms in town, but only one had
Carlotta Bolini. Despite being only 15 years of age, Miss Bolini had quite a
few admirers, Shannon’s brothers among them. Not that they ever thought of
asking such a young thing out, but they sure didn’t mind looking.

And it was obvious, Shannon thought, that Carlotta didn’t mind being looked
at. She wore spike heels that took her up to 6 feet tall, but bare foot she
was more like 5 feet 9 inches – same as Shannon. But where Shannon was slender
at 135 pounds, Carlotta – three years younger than Shannon - was 150 pounds.
The extra weight on Carlotta was taken up in eye tantalizing curves.

Besides the tall heels, Carlotta wore dark nylons with a seam up the back; a
gold anklet; a form fitting, short black skirt and a low-cut pink blouse that
hugged her belly, accentuating her breasts. Her dark hair fell in cascading
curls over her shoulders and back. Even Shannon liked looking at her. She
didn’t blame her brothers a bit, though they embarrassed her with how
puppy-ish they were about it.

Carlotta’s job at the show room appeared to involve walking around a lot and
bending over various file cabinets, though Shannon suspected she had no actual
task in mind besides driving men crazy. Carlotta distributed the benefit of
her... performance... throughout the show room to please the widest array of
spectators. Salesmen, delivery people, and customers like her brothers often
stopped in mid task or mid sentence as she bent over near by them. Many an
Adam’s apple bobbed as she turned and smiled at her admires before striding
away.

It was after just such a display when her brothers were almost talked into
buying a car a piece; a Porsche for Ted and a Mazaratti for Tom. But they
gained their senses before the salesman could drag them to a desk to sign.
Shannon watched the spectacle with a smirk from a chair nearby. "Don’t think
from your pants, boys." She thought to herself. The price was much too high.

Frustrated the salesman appeared to hit on an idea. He took Shannon, her two
brothers and Carlotta and asked them to wait for him in an office. He left the
contracts with Carlotta and whispered in her ear. She giggled and winked at
the salesman as he left, closing the door behind him.

After an uncomfortable silence Carlotta spoke. "You boys sure seemed to like
what you saw out there." She smiled as the twins looked at each other and
turned deep red. She tapped her nails on the desk between them a few times,
admiring their discomfort. "Yeah... those are some hot cars." She went one.

The twins breathed a sigh of relief. They thought she had meant when they were
looking at her. Shannon saw she was toying with them. But what of it. The big
goofs got themselves into this mess.

Carlotta picked up the contracts. "Let’s see... Tom. You’re getting the
Porsche." She looked at Tom and batted her eyes. "I love the power of riding
in those." She purred. Tom gulped.

"And Ted..." Carlotta continued. "You have the new Mazaratti. Smart man, Ted.
That is a hot car." She panted on the word "hot" in a way that made Ted blush
again.

"But you haven’t signed yet. What’s the problem, boys? Are the cars too much
for you? Are they... too hot and fast?" She leaned on the desk and batted her
eyes at them, giving them an eyeful of cleavage. The twins’ couldn’t even
speak. Shannon sighed and shook her head.

"You looked like such big, strong boys." Sighed Angela as she leaned back.
"Maybe I was wrong."

Ted and Tom stuttered and sputtered, trying to declare that they were big
strapping men, but did not know where to start. The cat had their tongues.

The cat, or Carlotta, gave a cock-eyed grin. "Why I bet you boys couldn’t
handle these muscle cars." The boys sat stunned. "Hell. I bet you couldn’t
even handle me."

Shannon spoke because her brothers were too flustered. She thought she would
kick start them. "And how old are you, Carlotta?"

"!5." Admitted Carlotta happily. "I’m just a girl, really. Younger than you."
Carlotta looked back at the twins. "But I’m more than these two can handle."

Of that Shannon had no doubt. But the twins finally found their courage.
"You’re younger than our baby sister? Now look, you’re hot, but me and Ted,
we’re college athletes. We’ve been around!" Tom was getting confident.

"Yeah!" Said Ted gaining ground.

Carlotta smiled and looked them over confidently. "You’re a couple of
milk-toast boys, and unless you convince me otherwise I’m not going to let
them sell you these cars." She tapped the contracts on the table.

Shannon looked at her big brothers. Would they fall for that crap? They looked
at her. They were cute and big... and gullible and not the sharpest knives in
the drawer. Yep, she figured. Carlotta would play them like harps and they
would end up signing. So what, she figured. Daddy has the money.

Ted spoke next. "You have no call to call us names, little girl." Shannon was
impressed that he was controlling his anger.

"Little girl?" Carlotta’s dark eyes flashed.

"Well... of course." said Tom. "I mean, you’re even younger than our little
sister over there."

Carlotta looked Shannon up and down. She didn’t seem impressed. This ticked
Shannon off but she refused to be played by a 15-year old like her brothers.

"I may be young." Said Carlotta in a voice like ice. "But I know a couple of
milk-toast boys when I see them. Maybe you should leave now before I spank the
both of you and send you home crying."

There was a moment of silence before Tom and Ted fell all over each other
laughing. Shannon didn’t laugh. She looked at the smoldering dark eyes of
Carlotta and knew she wasn’t kidding.

Carlotta stood abruptly and slapped Tom so hard he fell out of his chair.

All laughing stopped.

Carlotta resumed her seat. "That was just a taste, milk-toast. I may be young
but I can take either one of you or both any time."

Tom got back in his seat, mad but shocked. "If you weren’t just a girl I would
kick your ass right now." He snarled.

Carlotta laughed. Ted and Tom grew red. "Easy boys..." warned Shannon.

"Listen to your baby sister." Giggled Carlotta. "She knows I am stronger than
you."

"Impossible." Spat Ted.

"Do you need proof?" Asked Carlotta. She put an arm on the table as if to arm
wrestle. Ted snorted. Carlotta nodded at him. "Take it little boy. I’ll prove
to you who is stronger."

Ted looked at Tom. "Go ahead." Said Tom. "It will shut her up."

Confidently, and with amusement Ted slid up to the desk and grabbed Carlotta’s
long fingered hand. Her long red nails shoed nicely on the back of his hand.
Tom held the top of their hands, then let go and said "GO!"

Shannon watched Ted slowly put on more and more pressure. The more he put on
and yet the hand didn’t move the more confused his face got. "Come on already,
Ted!" said Tom impatiently.

Ted pushed his back into it. The hands stayed up. Carlotta didn’t even seem
interested in the match. She was admiring the nails on her other hand.

Ted wrapped a foot around a leg of the table for extra leverage. That helped
him lower Angela’s hand just a bit. But she looked over coolly and raised it
back up level. "I’ll give you 30 more seconds." She sighed.

Ted strained for all he was worth. "Jeeze Ted!" said Tom. "Get it over with
already!"

Ted’s face was beet red and sweat trickled down his face. Carlotta calmly
watched the clock.

"Times up." She said and CRACK! She hammered Ted’s hand down so hard it jerked
him out of his seat. It nearly wrenched his arm out of the socket.

"Why didn’t you beat her Ted?!?" Yelled Tom.

Ted was silent as he gathered himself back into the chair.

"Tell him Ted." Demanded Carlotta.

Ted hung his head. "Because I couldn’t." He whispered.

"She..." Tom couldn’t believe it. "She beat you?"

"Do you find that hard to believe milk-toast number 2?" Asked Carlotta.
Shannon rolled her eyes. Here we go again.

Tom defiantly plopped his arm on the table. Carlotta adjusted her top and
leaned forward to take his hand.

"GO!" yelled Tom for himself and he went right into struggling for all he was
worth. Carlotta kept her hand straight up.

"This is boring." She declared. "I’m going to beat you now." And CRACK. Down
went Tom’s hand and Tom went flying into Ted’s lap.

"As I said." Sighed Carlotta as the twins gathered themselves together. "You
two aren’t man enough for our cars." She stood up and towered over the sitting
brothers. "You have been a big disappointment."

The boys hung their heads. They were so embarrassed.

Carlotta glared down at Shannon. Shannon pretended to be sufficiently cowed.

"You have wasted my time." Said Carlotta. "I will keep these contracts for a
week. At the end of that time if you are men enough to come back and beg my
forgiveness I might let you have the cars for... twice the price." She
sniffed.

She opened the door. "Now get!" she commanded.

Tom and Ted obeyed. They had just been humiliated by a 15-year old girl in
front of their baby sister. It would take time for them to grow spines again.
Shannon was the last to walk out but as she did she stepped up to Carlotta and
looked up into her face. "You can handle those two, but I don’t let other
people treat my own like that." She whispered.

"As if you could stop me." Sneered Carlotta.

"Meet me at Seth’s Gym and we’ll see if I can. Tonight at 8:00." Replied
Shannon. She waited for a reply. Carlotta met the idea will cool amusement.
The idea appealed to her.

"I would be delighted."

The salesman looked confused when he saw them walking out but Carlotta flashed
him the okay sign. Shannon hoped it would be all okay after tonight – she
wasn’t as confident as Carlotta.

That night Carlotta kept her waiting. Figures she would be that sort, thought
Shannon. But she knew she would show. She knew Carlotta was looking forward to
kicking her ass.

Shannon thought back to her friend Mercy. Mercy was bigger than Carlotta, but
Carlotta looked quick – as quick as Shannon. Plus she had a size advantage.
Not as much of one – maybe 15 or 20 pounds. They were the same height when
Carlotta wasn’t wearing her heels.

Finally Carlotta strolled in. Shannon had rented a private room at the back of
the gym. It was good to have a rich daddy. As Carlotta limbered up she ignored
Shannon. Shannon continued her stretches and tried not to be nervous.

After five minute Carlotta was ready and stood in the middle of the room.
"Let’s get this done." She said. "I want to break you then catch a TV show."

"Why not a little bet." Suggested Shannon as the circled.

"Like what?"

"If I win you write up reasonable contracts for those cars my brothers want."
Said Shannon.

"Whatever." Shrugged Carlotta. What did it matter. She had no intention of
doing anything but destroying Shannon. "And when I win?" she asked.

"What would you like?"

"Hm... How about you give me pedicures in the showroom every Saturday for a
year?"

Shannon gulped. "Deal." She whispered.

And quick as a wink Carlotta grabbed her and flipped her up onto her
shoulders. Shannon never even saw it coming! She was staring at the ceiling
with the young girl clutching her throat and leg and breaking her back over
her hard shoulders!

Carlotta jumped up and down and giggled as she tortured Shannon on the rack.
"It’s going to be fun throwing popcorn at your face while you polish my
toenails!" she giggled.

Shannon was helpless to escape. All her muscular strivings bought her nothing.
Fortunately Carlotta wanted to try a new torture and dumped Shannon face down
on the matt after only 5 minutes of torture.

She didn’t have a chance to move before Carlotta plopped down on her back and
yanked her head back with both hands under her chin. "Now don’t give up too
quick." Cautioned Carlotta. "It makes me mad."

Shannon had no intention of giving up, but she sure wished she could get in a
lick. It felt like Carlotta would pull her head off.

Finally Shannon tried a gymnast move and leaped into a hand stand. That dumped
Carlotta onto her plump rump. Shannon grabbed her in a headlock from behind.

Carlotta stood up and tried to remove Shannon’s arms. She couldn’t. Shannon
grabbed Carlotta around the waist with her legs and crushed the wind from her.

Carlotta staggered back into a cinder block wall and mashed Shannon into it.
Shannon held on. Carlotta was running out of air. She was stumbling. But she
managed to crush Shannon into the wall one more time.

Shannon held on.

Carlotta fell to one knee, got up and ran backwards into the wall with all her
might. This time Shannon’s arms and legs flew open. Carlotta stepped forward
and Shannon fell to the floor.

Carlotta fell to the floor too.

Both girls were stunned. They rose to their feet together. Shannon grabbed up
Carlotta over her head and slammed her back down onto the matt. She tried to
drop a knee on her gut but she rolled out. Carlotta stood and flipped Shannon
over her head and slammed her down. Shannon jumped up only to be lifted again
and slammed down again.

Then Carlotta tried to cover Shannon, but Shannon rolled out and caught
Carlotta in an arm bar. It had been enough to finish big Mercy. She sat on
Carlotta’s pretty dark hair and pulled back.

Sure enough, within moments Carlotta yelped. "My arm! God! Stop!"

"Don’t beg so soon." Snarled Shannon. "It pisses me off." But she secretly
wanted no more of Carlotta.

"Please" gasped Carlotta from under her fanny. "I can’t take anymore! I’ll do
anything you want!"

"Honest?" She didn’t quite trust Carlotta.

There was a moment of silence. "I swear on the Virgin Mary." Whispered
Carlotta.

Shannon was not catholic, but she guessed that was the best guarantee she was
going to get. She let go of the arm then sat on Carlotta’s head a while longer
while she caught her breath.

"May I get up?" asked Carlotta.

"Roll over on your back." Said Shannon, lifting herself. Carlotta complied and
Shannon pinned her schoolboy fashion.

"I’ll do what we promised." Panted Carlotta.

"I want something else." Said Shannon. "That salesman was cute. You know
anything about him?"

"Dean? Yeah he’s cute. And a real horn dog. I tease him all day long. He takes
it out on ladies downtown because I’m so young." Carlotta smiled.

"You ever fight him?"

"No... well... I slapped him hard once so he shows some respect. Why?"

"I was thinking of getting a sporty little car myself and I wondered if he
knew how strong we are. I thought I would beat it out of him."

"OH!" giggled Carlotta. "No! You would totally blind-side him if you took him
on! Are you gonna do it in the showroom?"

"No." said Shannon, "I was thinking of something more private."

When the week had passed Carlotta lived up to her word. Shannon had a heck of
a time getting her brothers into the showroom and when they saw Carlotta
coming towards them they almost bolted. But she smiled so nice, and pleaded so
gently, and her blouse was cut so low, that in the end she convinced them it
was safe to come sit with her. She got them coffee. She rubbed their shoulders
as she showed them the new contracts with slashed prices on them. Tom and Ted
were delighted. They drove out as happy new car owners. Carlotta stood next to
Shannon as they drove off.

Ten steps to the left, Dean eyed them both.

Carlotta winked at Shannon. "Oh, Dean." She called. "This young lady needs
assistance choosing a car. Would you help her?"

Dean was at Shannon’s side in a shot. He was smooth as butter as he led her
around the room by the elbow whispering in her ear about raw horse power.
Shannon was enjoying the attention. She slipped her arm into his and leaned
against him as he prattled on. She could see the bulge in his dress slack
shift and grow. "What a stud." She thought, not listening to a word he said.

"Would you like to take it for a spin?" She heard him say as he dangled some
keys in front of her eyes. They were standing in front of a black Alpha Romeo.

She snatched the keys and said "Hop in." This is what she was waiting for.

In no time they were pealing down country roads. Dean clutched the dash with
white knuckles when Shannon went into a small slide now and then. She did it
to scare him. She was as good behind the wheel as she was with her body. She
had perfect control.

"So..." Dean began nervously. "Do you and Carlotta know each other from
somewhere?"

"We have similar interests." Said Shannon coyly eyeing Dean up and down. She
could see Dean loved coy – he loved being flirted with.

"But your 18 – I saw your license." He said, establishing that Shannon was old
enough.

"Yes." She cooed. "And how old are you, Dean?"

"I’m 37, honey." He leaned toward her. "Old enough to have experience and
young enough to..." He winked... "put it to good use."

"Oh brother." Giggled Shannon.

"If you don’t mind my saying so, Miss Duffy. You’re a pretty fit young lady.
Do you work out?"

She didn’t get much of that question, being slender. Dean was looking her buff
but lady- like arms up and down. "A bit." She admitted. "You want to feel my
muscle?" she giggled and made one for him.

Of course he did. He felt all up and down her arm... and shoulder, at first
only to touch her smooth skin, but them he actually reflected on the hard
muscle underneath. "Wow... you really are buff..." he murmured. "For a chick I
mean."

"And I’m a lot stronger than I look." She boasted.

Dean smiled. "You think you can kick my ass?" he asked playfully.

"No question." Said Shannon with an air of certainty that caught Dean off
guard. First he looked puzzled, then he chuckled.

"You had me going..."

"Oh I’m not kidding." Shannon interrupted. "I could toss you all over this
countryside without breaking a sweat." She looked him in the eye – straight
faced.

Dean didn’t like that talk. It was an affront to his manhood. "That’s just
silly."

"No." said Shannon. "Truth is, you’re a push-over. A wimp."

"Look!" Dean was getting red in the face. "I’m trying to be patient with you.
But if you keep making these ridiculous claims I’m going to have to..." He
broke off.

"What?" asked Shannon. "Turn me over your knee? Teach me a lesson? Do you have
the balls or are you just going to sit there and cluck like a hen?"

Dean looked like his head would explode. "STOP THE CAR!" He commanded.

"Oh goody." Said Shannon as she pulled over next to a spot of woods at the
edge of a meadow with a lovely creek running through it.

"I’ve never spanked a customer yet." Snarled Dean. "But this looks like a good
day to start."

He grabbed Shannon’s arm and tried to pull her over to a fallen tree. She
didn’t budge. He grabbed her with both hands and pulled. She planted her heels
and laughed at him. After 20 second she broke his hold and he went flying
backwards into the leaves and sticks. He looked out of place in his slick
suit. Shannon had chosen to wear red hot-pants, a halter top and flip flops.
She kicked the flip flops off and strode toward Dean.

He struggled to his feet just as she got there. She grabbed his arm and leg
and flipped him up onto her shoulders like Carlotta had held her.

She stretched him over her shoulders as he stared in wonder up at the tree
tops. When she reached the log she dumped him onto it belly down. That drove
the wind from him.

The she straddled him facing backwards. She loosened his belt as he struggled
under her. He was so winded he couldn’t cry out. She got his pants down to his
knees and started spanking him.

"Is this what you wanted to do?" she asked as he wailed and struggled under
her. She spanked him 10 times then stood up. It took Dean some time to collect
himself and pull his pants up.

He was still mad. Not beaten enough, Shannon could see. She let him pull
himself together.

He circled her. She watched him casually. He lunged. She took the force of his
body and reversed it, knocking on his back. She offered to help him up but he
refused her hand.

"Face it, Dean-o boy." She said. "You are no match for me."

"I can take you." He snarled.

"Wanna bet?" She asked.

"What?"

"If you can beat me I’ll do anything you want. And I mean anything."

"I’ll take that bet." Dean snapped it up.

"And if I beat you up I get that car for free."

Dean looked over at the new Alpha Romeo. It had everything. That would set him
back...

"You still want that bet?" She asked.

Dean gulped, but he couldn’t say no. "Bring it on." He growled.

Shannon beckoned him forward with a bent finger.

Dean circled her again, then dove in when she turned her back on him (quite on
purpose). He got her in a choke hold. He was 2 inches taller than her but he
out-weighed her by 60 pounds. Shannon’s slender fingers coiled around his
wrists and pulled his arms open.

She reached behind her, grabbed his belt and tie and threw him forward ten
feet through the air. He landed in the middle of a clearing.

He staggered to his feet. He mashed an elbow into her belly as she grabbed his
neck. It had no effect. She lifted him by his neck and pants up over her head
and threw him again. This time he landed by the edge of the brook.

He was slow getting to his knees. Shannon pushed him with her foot and he
landed face down in the brook. He tried to pull out but she was standing on
his head, holding his face under water, crushing his cheek against rocks at
the bottom.

He panicked and flailed but got nowhere.

She took her foot off and up came his head. He gasped. Shannon didn’t want his
defeat yet. She stepped on his head again and drove it back under.

She did this twice more before she gave him long enough to speak.

"Mercy!" Dean gasped.

Shannon smiled at the mention of her good friend’s name.

"Hmmm..." Shannon considered. "No. Not yet." She shoved his head under again.
She stood on the back of his head with one foot for 45 seconds this time. "Oh
all right." She said as she slipped her foot off his head. He lay in the water
too weak to move. Shannon kicked his head onto the far shore where he spat up
a load of water and gasped. "Call me soft-hearted. Thanks for the car, stud."

** **

Out in the driveway Shannon could see her car getting washed in the rain. Her
silly brothers bumped a tire as they wrestled. Seeing what they had done, they
ran for the fence.

Shannon smiled after them. No wonder they feared her so. It was only this day
they had found out how mighty she was.

** Mongo and Crusher **

Their parents had kissed them all goodbye in the morning; they had a romantic
month- long vacation to attend to. They gave the house keys to Tom and a list
of "dos and don’ts" to Ted. The idea was that the older brothers were in
charge. But her father said as he left that Shannon was the only one with a
lick of sense. The only one he trusted.

The moment they were gone Ted and Tom were inviting their football buddies
over for an all night party. The house was stocked with beer and munchies and
DVDs. Shannon sighed and retired to the library.

When Mongo and Crusher arrived at noon it became impossible to read for the
noise. Shannon stepped into the hall to tell them to keep it down and was
instantly bowled over by a wall of meat. Mongo sat up on her, laughing. It had
been an accident, but he seemed to be enjoying sitting on her pert chest and
looking down at her.

Shannon didn’t have the patience to ask him to get off. She had always been
careful to keep her strength a secret, but in front of her brothers and their
even bigger friend, Crusher, she mashed both of her hands into Mongo’s thick
chest and shoved him off. He sailed ass over tea kettle into the wall on the
other side of the hall and got up slowly, wheezing a bit.

"Watch where you’re going you big mope!" snapped Shannon. "And keep it down
out here!"

But when someone hurts Mongo, Mongo gets mad. He stepped over to Shannon and
raised a hand. Tom yelled for him to stop. Mongo brought it down to slap
Shannon but she blocked it as if brushing away a fly. She was still plenty mad
so she slapped him, knocking him to the floor.

Now Mongo, 280 pound, 6 feet 5 inches, and solid from year-around training, a
defensive lineman with a lot of pride, had never... never been knocked down
with one hand before. Ted, Tom and Crusher all gasped and then fell silent.

Once in a bar a big man had hit Mongo with a chair and knocked him down. Mongo
had spent the next hour nearly ripping that poor man in half.

Mongo shock his head as he rose to his knees. The side of his face showed a
red hand- mark. His eye was already swelling shut and his lip was bleeding.

"Don’t be stupid." Snarled Shannon. She refused to back down after he had sat
on her. She could see he was considering feeling her up – copping a free one.
But now Mongo only wanted revenge.

He swung a fist. Shannon stopped it then let it go. He swung the other.
Shannon ducked under it then pumped her own little fist up into his gut. Snot
sprang from his nostrils and he doubled up and fell at her feet.

There was silence. Then finally Mongo managed to make an odd inhaling noise.
Then a bit later he got some more air.

"Holy f-f-fuck." Stammered Ted. Ted and Tom looked at each other. There was no
way they could do that to Mongo. When Shannon looked up at them they stepped
back.

But Crusher wasn’t as impressed. At 310 pounds and 6 feet 7 inches he might
have been able to land Mongo - after a good fight.

"I don’t know what tricks you pulled, bitch." He growled. "But no one turns my
buddy into a chump and gets away with it."

Tom found his voice. "No Crusher! She’s my little sister!"

Crusher back handed Tom and sent him sprawling. Ted jumped Crushed and got a
taste of why they call him that. Crusher got Ted in a bear hug and crushed the
wind from him. In an instant Ted was red in the face.

"Put down that child and come after me..." Shouted Shannon. "If you’ve got the
balls for it!"

Crusher dropped Ted and stepped over him to Shannon. She knew what he would do
and she let him. He grabbed her up in a bear hug and shook her. She smiled in
his face, taking deep, slow breaths. He looked puzzled but crushed for all he
was worth.

For a moment she pretended to be feeling pain. She gasped. He laughed and
crushed harder. Then Shannon laughed and spat in his eye. She yanked her arms
free of his grip and hugged his neck. Instantly his tongue stuck out as she
compressed his wind pipe. In moments he fell to his knees so that her feet
touched ground. He let go of her and tried to free his neck from her grip.

She let go when he turned purple and he fell to all fours. Shannon hopped up
onto his neck and grabbed it in a reverse scissors. She clamped down and
choked him again. His struggles knocked her to the ground but she lay on her
side as he got weaker and weaker between her legs.

At this point her brothers were getting up and witnessing the event. Shannon
fixed her hair as Crusher’s struggles dissipated. She let go, stood up then
sat down on his still body.

Tom checked his pulse. "He’s alive!"

"Well duh!" said Shannon. "I didn’t want to kill the bastard."

She made her now cowed brothers tie their friends together while they were
passed out. When they came to she lectured them on the proper way to treat
girls. They were quite contrite and made lots of promises before running home.

After that Shannon had told her brothers they could entertain each other
quietly so long as they didn’t disrupt her.

** **

That was early in the day. Now, in the library the sun was shining at a slant
through the west window. The front door bell rang and Ted ran to answer.

"Hello cute stuff!" came Carlotta’s sweet voice. "Is your sister at home?"

"Yes miss." Said Ted respectfully. He remembered the contest he had lost to
her. That and the recent display by his little sister on Mongo and Crusher
made him very respectfully.

"Then be a good little boy and run and get her." Cooed Carlotta as she stepped
in and handed him her umbrella as if he were a servant. He complied.

"Shannon?" He whispered at the library door. "You have a guest." Carlotta
pushed past him.

"Carlotta." Said Shannon looking her over. "You look fabulous as usual.
Actually, you looked particularly fabulous. You’ve grown – put on some muscle,
too. You look great." Carlotta was wearing black spike heels, red silk hot
pants under a black micro-mini, and a black lace top that barely contained her
formidable rack. And of course her jet black curls cascaded over her olive
shoulders in abundance.

"Don’t try and suck up." Snapped Carlotta with a twinkle in her eye. "I’ve
come for a rematch."

Ted’s eyes grew as big as saucers. "Hey Tom!" He called in a hoarse whisper.
Tom came running.

Carlotta, now a 5 feet 10 inch (6 feet 1 inch in heels), 165 pound, 16-year
old Italian princess stepped between the twins and took and arm from each. She
smiled over at Shannon still curled up in her wing-back chair. "Care if they
watch?" she asked.

Shannon at 5 feet 9 inches tall and 145 solid pounds remembered that Carlotta
was quick. She hoped she was still quicker. Shannon flipped her book onto a
table. "What the hell." Shannon chuckled. "They might enjoy seeing me spank
you."

"You know." Whispered Tom to Carlotta. "She is a lot stronger than she looks."

Carlotta reached up and patted his face gently. "You’re cute." She purred.

Carlotta kicked off her shoes. Shannon stretched a bit. They circled. The
twins backed up a bit with mouths open.

Shannon made a dive for Carlotta’s leg. Carlotta lifted it and let Shannon go
sprawling. "Damn, she’s fast." Thought Shannon as Carlotta giggled and waited
for her to get up. She was almost standing when Carlotta pulled that quick
move that had started their last fight.

In a flash Shannon was up on Carlotta’s shoulders facing the ceiling and
unable to do anything as the hot tempered girl under her leaped into the air
and came down with spine jarring impact as she racked Shannon over her
shoulders.

Shannon kicked and wailed in pain, but there was no escape. Carlotta whirled
like a top with glee. She laughed and skipped about as she tortured Shannon on
her firm shoulders.

And this time she didn’t take Shannon for granted. She kept her up there for
an hour before dumping her face down on the floor at her brother’s feet.
Carlotta placed a foot on Shannon’s back and held her to the floor. She smiled
up at the shocked brothers and flexed for them. They gaped as muscles bulged
on her arms and shoulders. Here they had only learned today that their little
sister had what appeared to be unbeatable strength and then in the evening
little Carlotta Bolini had come in and beaten her as if it were nothing.

"I guess we know who the strongest person on earth is now!" sang out Carlotta
in triumph.

"There is one other." Gasped Shannon from the floor. She could barely move.
She had not known defeat until that moment, but she knew one other woman who
could defeat her if given the chance.

"You lie!" Spat Carlotta and she stomped on Shannon’s head.

"Mercy!" Yelled Shannon.

"Never!" Yelled Carlotta. "Not until you admit that I am the strongest!" She
dropped and sat on Shannon’s head and began bouncing up and down on it,
banging her head against the floor.

"That’s her name!" stammered Shannon between blows. "Mercy Brown!"

Carlotta stopped. Her curvaceous hips engulfed Shannon’s strawberry blonde
hair. "What a stupid name. You’re making it up."

"You are stronger and faster than me." Admitted Shannon from the floor as
Carlotta sat on her back.

"And sexier." Added Carlotta, winking up at the transfixed boys. "I am the
one, baby!"

"And sexier." Added Shannon hoping to avoid more punishment. "But I have never
met anyone to match Mercy Brown. She is a goddess."

Carlotta flipped around to sit on Shannon’s back then she yanked Shannon’s
head up – right up to her own face. She twisted and shook Shannon’s head
painfully. Then she snarled. "Bring the bitch to me!"

"Yes! Yes!" Panted Shannon through the pain. "Anything you say."

Carlotta dropped Shannon’s head back to the floor then stood. She stepped back
into her heals. She fixed her mussed hair and top, showing off her arms to the
boys once more. Then she wiggled between them, taking an arm from each. "Let’s
go enjoy one of those DVDs." She giggled. They happily escorted her out of the
library, leaving Shannon to lick her own wounds.

Carlotta became the queen of the house. She had cloths delivered and had Ted
and Tom waiting on her, quite literally, hand and foot. Once, as Shannon
walked past the living room she saw Tom nuzzling Carlotta’s neck as Ted lay
belly down on the floor licking her feet. Another day she saw Carlotta using
Ted as a chair while Tom carefully painted her toe nails. She had only to snap
per fingers and those boys would jump. And she never missed a chance to stick
out her tongue or flip off Shannon during these exhibitions.

Of course that made Shannon furious, but she didn’t risk a rematch. Carlotta
offered a rematch on occasion just to watch Shannon blush and slink away.
Carlotta had handled her so easily. Mercy would arrive soon. Then the vixen
would pay.

The week before Mercy’s flight landed passed slowly for Shannon (though it
seemed to fly by for the boys and Carlotta). When she saw her Shannon fell
into the big woman’s arms and wept tears of joy. "Sweet Mercy!" She gasped.
"It is so good to see you!"

Mercy picked her up like a baby and hugged her to her bosom. "Hello my sweet
white sugar." She cooed in that rich island way. People stopped to stare at
the 6 feet 4 inches Amazon weighing in at 215 curvaceous pounds holding the
comparatively demure white beauty. But as lovely as Shannon was, people were
really looking at the black goddess. Mercy was stunning with her smooth dark
chocolate skin contrasting with her white cotton blouse and skirt. Her long
firm legs led down to strap sandals. Her magnificent feet were tipped with
bright red, sparkling nails.

"You will be careful, Mercy?" Asked Shannon suddenly a bit afraid for her big
friend. "I beat you once and she just creamed me last week."

"I didn’t spect about you honey." Purred the goddess. "But I be careful with
dis lil’ hellion. Trus’ me. I an I send her home humble and beat."

When Ted opened the door and saw Mercy he squeaked like a mouse and ran. That
set off Mercy’s big laugh which got Carlotta’s attention.

When Carlotta saw Mercy in the front hall she decided to not come completely
down the steps. She kept her head a bit higher than Mercy’s by being a few
steps up. Shannon enjoyed watching her gulp and try to stay cool even as doubt
was written on her face. Mercy put on a show of muscle as she fixed her
dreadlocks that made Ted and Tom groan.

"Oh Shannon." Said Mercy looking over the twins. "You didn’t tell me you had
boys as sweet as candy, now. You bad girl! Can I keep them?"

Ted and Tom froze, wide eyed, looking at the goddess from a safe distance down
the hall.

"You beat Carlotta and you can have then." Was Shannon’s cold reply.

"The sooner the better, then." Snarled Mercy. "You ready, little girl?"

Carlotta’s eyes darted about. For a moment she contemplated darting for the
door. She could out-maneuver everyone, even though Mercy was directly in her
way. But her pride wouldn’t let her run.

Instead she yawned and looked at a clock – It was half past noon. "I’m due for
a nap, actually. If you insist on getting hurt I’ll see you here at 4:00." She
said as casually as she could. "Come boys."

But Ted and Tom wouldn’t approach Mercy in order to head up the stairs with
Carlotta.

"You can have them if you beat Mercy this afternoon." Said Shannon, cool as a
cucumber. She enjoyed the fire that burned in Carlotta’s eyes over that. No
doubt she would have hospitalized Shannon if Mercy hadn’t been there.

"4:00 then." Snarled Carlotta.

"4:00 lil hellion." Called Mercy. "Go on get your ass ready for a spank!" and
she laughed.

When the clock struck four Carlotta came down the steps. Normally she looked
sultry. At this moment she looked dangerous. Shannon was glad Mercy was there.
Mercy backed up to let her come off the steps but stayed close enough to tower
over her.

"The back yard then?" Asked Carlotta.

"Anywhere you say." Said Mercy.

"Of course." Replied Carlotta. And out they walked to the private rolling yard
behind the mansion. Shannon and then the boys followed.

** The Battle **

Shannon and the boys stayed on the patio as Carlotta led Mercy into the grass.
No sooner had Mercy cleared the patio than Carlotta dipped a shoulder, rolled
around behind her and popped the giant black woman up onto her shoulders.

Shannon gasped. It was like lightening moving and it was the move she never
saw coming when she fought Carlotta. Now Mercy was up on those killer
shoulders. Carlotta leaped into the air and came down stiff kneed. Mercy
howled in pain.

Shannon put her hands over her eyes as Carlotta giggled and hopped with Mercy
arched backwards in the air. Mercy swung her big legs about and that helped
upset Carlotta’s balance. Twice she fell to one knee and staggered back up.

Then Mercy caught a tree trunk with a foot and pushed off hard. That toppled
Carlotta over. Mercy landed with her big butt on Carlotta’s face. She quickly
clamped her body between her legs and squeezed.

Shannon cheered as Carlotta groaned under the pressure and weight. Carlotta’s
legs flipped this way and that in the air. Now it was Mercy’s turn to laugh.
She leaned back on her hands in the grass and crushed Carlotta harder.

Then Carlotta stopped flipping her legs about. It was too quick to mean she
had passed out. Shannon wrung her hands. "Watch out, Mercy!" She called "Don’t
let go!"

Somehow Carlotta had wedged her elbows into the inside of Mercy’s thighs and
was pushing out.

"What the..." whispered Mercy as she struggled to keep her scissors tight.

Like an eel, Carlotta slid under Mercy’s big legs. She grabbed one in both
arms and flipped the big woman off her face and belly down into the grass. The
big black woman’s face was a mask of confusion. How did that little girl pull
such a power-move on her?

But there was no time to ask questions before Carlotta had grabbed Mercy’s two
thick wrists in her long fingers, stuck a foot between her shoulder-blades and
had her arched back in a standing surf board hold. Carlotta pulled for all she
was worth as Mercy cried. "My arms!" As Carlotta pulled tears came to Mercy’s
dark eyes.

"I thought you said this bitch was tough, Shannon." Taunted Carlotta.

Just then, the sprinklers went off. One was right under Mercy’s chin and wet
down her face. Others near by soaked Carlotta. Water dripped from her as if
she were in a shower. Her thin white T-shirt clung to her curves, removing any
doubt that she was braless. Her thin skirt clung to her hips. On the ground
below her Mercy’s similar outfit looked the same, only muddier.

Suddenly, with the effort of pulling ever harder, Carlotta’s foot slipped and
she fell.

Despite the pain Mercy reacted and leaped onto the prostrate girl. She buried
Carlotta’s face in her massive rack and hugged it there with her thick arms.
"HA!" Shouted the dripping wet Mercy in triumph. No one had ever gotten out of
this hold from her unless she let them out.

From under Mercy, two white arms emerged. Slowly then reached around the big
woman. The two hands grabbed wrists and tightened. Mercy laughed.

At first she laughed.

Carlotta’s bear hug tightened and her arms grew thicker and more defined. In
sudden jerks they pushed the wind from Mercy’s great lungs.

A white leg emerged from one side of Mercy and pushed her over. Carlotta
squirmed then rose to one knee, pulling the big woman up as well, still in a
bear hug – still with her face buried in cleavage.

By the time Carlotta had made it to her feet, Mercy had released her hold and
was pushing on Carlotta’s face, trying to break the bear hug. Carlotta shook
her like a rag doll, gritted her teeth and snarled.

Shannon could only watch as Carlotta slowly drained the air from her dark
friend. Mercy struggled less and less as her eyes bulged out. It became
obvious that there was no hope. Carlotta’s hug was so tight it looked as if
she would snap the big woman in half.

Then Mercy lost consciousness and went limp in Carlotta’s arms. She continued
to shake her and squeeze.

"Please." Shannon whispered. "No more. You win Carlotta. You’re the strongest,
fastest, most beautiful..."

"Go on." Carlotta prompted.

"Sexiest person alive."

Carlotta continued to hold Mercy, but she held her still. She was looking at
Shannon. "You want her to live?"

"Yes." Said Shannon. "Please."

"Then kiss my ass." Said Carlotta with a smile. "Right here and now. And not
some peck. I want your lips right up there!"

Mercy looked dead already, so Shannon went right to work. She knelt and lifted
Carlotta’s wet skirt and pushed her nose up into the soaked panties. She
puckered and kissed, and she left her face there until Carlotta dropped the
big woman.

They all stood and looked at it. In the grass was the 6 feet 4 inch, 215
pound, 25-year old Jamaican goddess. And standing over her was the 16-year
old, Italian American princess, 5 feet 10 inch and 165 pound soaking wet.

As Shannon checked Mercy’s pulse Carlotta sat on her head. "That was fun!"
Shouted Carlotta, seeming to enjoy the cool water of the sprinklers.

Shannon sighed with relief when she felt a heartbeat.

"Boys!" cried Carlotta. "I guess you’re mine now! Come kiss my feet! I’ve got
one for each of you!"

As her brothers slid belly down in the wet grass, happily licking Carlotta’s
grassy feet, Shannon petted Mercy’s quiet body. She was waiting for Carlotta
to go so she could put her to bed.

And Carlotta knew it.

"And I guess you’re mine too." She said giving Shannon a wink.

Shannon thought about fighting. Then she thought better of it. "What would you
like of me." She whispered.

"Fetch me a drink. I like it out here. These dreadlocks make a comfy chair."
She bounced on Mercy’s head, driving her face into the damp grass.

Broken and despondent, Shannon complied. She would move Mercy when Carlotta
was done with her.

"There can only be one, baby!" Carlotta shouted, fists in the air, as the
sprinklers wet her down.