The Sisterhod of Steel: Mae-Jong's Story
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A strong woman shuts down a school for assassins.

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This is my second story about The Sisterhood of Steel. The SOS is a world-wide
organization dedicated to spreading the message of female superiority. This is
a custom story that was written on a commission. If YOU have a story idea that
you'd like to see developed into a full story, email me at
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The dojo operated by Mae-Jong's new husband was not a nice one. Her husband -
who was called Tsyr Ker Shi Fu by his students - was an evil man. He did not
bother to teach his students philosophy or how to walk the path of
righteousness. He did not teach his students that it is best to avoid violence
whenever possible. He taught his students how to kill.

His students were all already masters of various martial art forms. They came
to Tsyr Ker Shi Fu to learn to kill more efficiently. Most of his students
worked for the Chinese Mafia. A few of them were in business for themselves.
They were all criminals and murderers.

The dojo was located on a small island in the East China Sea between China and
Taiwan that was too tiny to show up on most maps. The only settlement there
was a small fishing village of fewer than four hundred residents. Besides the
fishermen, there were a few merchants, a house of prostitution, a couple of
houses of worship and the dojo itself which was the world's foremost school of
the art of barehanded assassination.

There was no law enforcement on the island because there was no crime (if you
don't count the house of prostitution) - except for what went on behind the
closed doors of the dojo. However, Mae-Jong's husband made sure that whatever
went on behind those closed doors did not affect anyone else in the village in
any way.

His students were not allowed to have any contact with any of the villagers -
not even the prostitutes. The penalty for breaking this rule was instant
death. He bought fish from the local fishermen and supplies from the local
merchants and he always paid his bills on time.

In return, the villagers pretended not to hear the screams that occasionally
came out of the dojo. They pretended not to notice the shackled homeless men
that were brought in from Taiwan late at night. They pretended not to notice
the black smoke or the unpleasant odor that smelled vaguely like burnt pork
that sometimes came from the giant furnace behind the dojo. "Better not to ask
questions," the village elders advised.

The island had been carefully selected for its strategic location. It was far
enough away from the Chinese mainland so that the Chinese government didn't
really care what went on there as long as the taxes - plus a little bit more
to line the purses of poor corrupt officials - were paid on time.

On the other hand, the island was close enough to Taiwan to supply a steady
stream of homeless men who were kidnapped to act as human punching bags for
the dojo's students. These victims were housed in cells in the dojo's
basement. They were well fed and given their own clean blankets. In many ways,
their lives as prisoners of the dojo were no worse than their lives on the
street of Taipei except that there was no hope for escape other than by way of
the black smoke of the big furnace.

Twice in the past - once two years ago, the second time eighteen months ago -
the Taiwanese national police staged a raid on the dojo. The first time they
sent fifty armed and trained officers; the second time they sent seventy-five.
Both times the results were the same. When the carnage was over, all the
officers were bloodied and dead.

Tsyr Ker Shi Fu issued instructions to his students to be especially brutal in
the way each officer was killed. Even though no survivors were left to tell
what had happened, he knew that the fishermen in the village would spread the
word of the painful screams they heard coming from the dojo and the billows of
black smoke that came from the big furnace that night.

When the Taiwanese police staged their second raid, Tsyr Ker Shi Fu did not
rely simply on the gossip of fishermen to spread the word of the massacre to
the Taiwanese authorities. He sent a box of seventy-five left ears to their
national police headquarters. After that the Taiwanese government left the
dojo alone. They decided that the loss of a few hundred homeless men a year
was a small enough loss. Why bother?

Yes, Mae-Jong's husband had a very successful business, and Mae-Jong intended
to shut it down. The two of them had only been married for one day and had
only known each other for two on the day that Mae-Jong walked into the dojo
and announced her intentions to her husband's students.

She met her husband-to-be while he was in Hong Kong n business. The how and
where of their meeting was not terribly significant, but the why was
all-important. Mae-Jong knew that the man she targeted for marriage was
considered the world's deadliest barehanded assassin by those who make it
their business to keep track of such things.

Mae-Jong arranged to meet him in the morning. By midnight the following day
they were husband and wife. As devious and stone-hearted as her husband was,
he was completely taken in by Mae-Jong in every conceivable way. They were
married shortly before midnight. By six AM the next morning, he was her
obedient slave.

Tsyr Ker Shi Fu was said to me a man who feared no other man. This was still
technically true, but in a few short hours, Mae-Jong had taught him that she
was to be feared and obeyed. First he feared that she would beat him. She
proved to him on their wedding night that she could so with ridiculous ease.
Second he feared that she would leave him because after she had broken him
physically, she proceeded to break him mentally, spiritually and sexually.

Mae-Jong broke her husband in every conceivable way and then made him thank
her for the privilege.

The first full day of his marriage, when Tsyr Ker Shi Fu returned to his dojo,
his students could sense that something was amiss. Their master was someone
who generally loved his work, but today he seemed distant and distracted.

He knew, or course, that his wife was coming in later that morning to break
the news to his students that she was going to dismantle and rebuild the dojo
into a more respectable establishment. However, he was forbidden to give any
warning to his students. Mae-Jong forbade him, and he was too terrified her to
even consider disobedience.

Her control over him was so complete and her confidence in her control so
absolute, that Mae-Jong allowed her husband to arrive at the dojo hours before
her with no fear that he would alert his students that their destruction was
close at hand.

Currently, Tsyr Ker Shi Fu had twenty-nine students at his dojo. They were all
surprised at 10AM when Mae-Jong came walking through the front entrance. They
were shocked first because NO ONE ever entered the dojo uninvited. It was
understood by everyone living on the island that to do so meant a quick but
painful death.

Next, they were stunned to see a woman enter the dojo. One of Tsyr Ker Shi
Fu's strictest rules was that women were unworthy students. They all heard him
say many times, "Women only exist to serve and to please men." They were
unaware of how much their teacher's attitude about women - or at least about
THIS woman - had changed in the last forty-eight hours.

In addition, they were completely stupefied by the way Mae-Jong looked. None
of the dojo's students had ever seen a woman as beautiful - as desirable - as
Mae-Jong. At 5'9" she was tall for an Asian woman. The five inch heels she
wore brought her up to 6'2". She had a stunningly beautiful face with luminous
green eyes, high cheekbones, a little button of a nose and full, kissable
lips.

Her body was lean, muscular, toned and powerful looking. She had broad
shoulders, and asmall waist with defined six pack abs and long legs with full,
tight thighs and calves. Her huge, gravity defying breasts sagged only enough
to make it obvious that they are one hundred percent real. One look at them
made over half of the student's mouths begin to water at the thought - the
hope, the dream - of sucking, kissing and licking them. Her amazing, tight,
round ass was so globular that the tight skirt she wore was at least two
inched higher in the back than in the front.

Mae-Jong was dressed almost conservatively in business attire. She wore a
tight skirt that ended just above the knees. The stockings she wore were held
up by the garters that just barely peeked out from under her skirt. On her
feet were closed toe, high heel shoes. On top she wore a business suit jacket
that matched her skirt. The jacket was buttoned up, but since she wore nothing
underneath the jacket, her huge breast practically spilled out of the opening
at the top of the jacket and revealed cleavage that was way beyond ample.

Most of these men had used women for their selfish pleasure in the past. They
thought of women as somehow inferior and unworthy of respect. One look at
Mae-Jong and every misogynistic man in that room was forced to rethink this
view because this woman - this goddess - radiated power and commanded respect
like no other woman they'd ever seen or even dreamed about in their most
forbidden fantasies.

And yet, for all her power and presence, there was also a playful side to
Mae-Jong that came out in the way her smile lit up the room and the way she
bounced - almost skipped - through the dojo.

She walked directly to the middle of the main room of the dojo where the
students had been busy sparing and/or training. As each man caught their first
glimpse of the woman who would soon rule their world, all activity ceased. All
eyes were watching her - drinking in her magnificent form - and all ears were
at attention waiting to hear if she had something to say.

When she did speak, her voice sounded like the low, deep purr of a panther and
yet delightfully feminine at the same time. "Let me have everybody's
attention, please," she began. She needn't have said this since she already
had everyone's undivided attention. "My name is Mae-Jong, and yesterday your
teacher and the owner of this dojo became my husband. That makes me the
mistress of this dojo. Isn't that right, husband?"

The students were stunned when they saw their teacher bowing his head and
nodding affirmatively to his stunning new wife. His body language screamed
what they could not bring themselves to believe: that the exalted Tsyr Ker Shi
Fu was being dominated by a woman!

Mae-Jong continued, "Starting right now, there are going to be some major
changes made at this dojo."

Initially this announcement was met with utter silence. The students - these
trained and deadly martial artists - were too stunned to know exactly how to
respond to this unexpected and outrageous statement.

"What kind of changes?" a voice rang out from the back, "Pink curtains on the
windows?" This brought a round of hardy laughter from the other students. Tsyr
Ker Shi Fu remained silent.

"Well, for one thing, this dojo is no longer going to serve as a training
ground for assassins. That is not the correct way to use martial arts. From
this day forward, the students of this dojo are going to use their skills for
good rather than evil. They will steer clear of violence whenever reasonably
avoidable. They will use their skills to make the world a better place and to
defend those who are most weak and vulnerable. Oh, and yes, pink curtains are
a nice idea. Thank you."

"What about self defense?" asked another voice.

"Yes, the students of this dojo may use their skills in self defense, but only
as a last resort."

The largest of the current crop of students stepped forward and walked right
up to Mae-Jong. He was a European self-employed assassin known only as The
Greek. He was 6'10" and 300 pounds of solid muscle. He had already killed a
number of men with his bare hands and only came to the school to find out if
the legendary Tsyr Ker Shi Fu could help hone his already formidable killing
skills.

In a voice that sounded like rolling thunder he said, "If you think I'm going
to become a defender of the weak, you're mistaken, little poonta. The weak are
on this earth to serve and provide for the strong. They are here to do the
work so that strong men like me can take things from them and push them
around. It has always BEEN this way, and it will always BE this way."

"The problem with that philosophy, unduly tall one, is that there is always,
inevitably someone who is more powerful than you to push YOU around,"
explained Mae-Jong. She spoke patiently, clearly understanding that she was
speaking to someone less evolved than herself.

"While I respect the skills of Tsyr Ker Shi Fu, I don't recognize ANYONE in
this dojo as one more powerful than I am," insisted The Greek.

"There is one," said Mae-Jong, "And you are looking at her." This caused
roughly two-thirds of the students, including The Greek, to start laughing
uproariously. The others remained silent.

Some of those who remained silent were still too mesmerized by Mae-Jong's
extreme desirability to do anything other than stare at her. Some of them had
even begun rubbing their crotches trying to tame the one-eyed beasts that were
rising inside their pants.

The others who were not laughing remained silent because they noticed that
during the exchange between Mae-Jong and The Greek, Tsyr Ker Shi Fu did not
seem amused. In fact, he looked worried and even . . . scared? They wondered
what he knew that they - and certainly The Greek - did not.

The next thing anyone noticed was The Greek flying five feet up and fifteen
feet back into a group of students who were watching the exchange. Mae-Jong
had lifted her right leg straight up and kicked The Greek on his chin sending
him flying. The kick had happened so fast that most of the students hadn't
seen it being executed.

However, when they looked back at Mae-Jong, her right leg was still raised
vertical over her head. This action had ripped her tight skirt revealing more
of her gorgeous leg. The garters holding up her stocking were also fully on
display now as well as the fact that Mae-Jong was not wearing any panties. Her
lady jazz was on full display.

This was too much for those students who'd been rubbing their cocks under
their pants. This display of power from someone as feminine and beautiful as
Mae-Jong was too overwhelming for them to be able to control their lusts. Most
of them pulled their cocks out of their pants and began to openly masturbate
while watching the incredible Mae-Jong.

Mae-Jong continued to hold her leg vertical this way for several more seconds.
She knew the effect she was having on many of the men who, after all, had been
without any feminine contact since entering the dojo. She knew the effect that
her overwhelming sexuality would have on many if not most of the students, and
this made her smile. While she had no doubt about her ability to defeat the
entire dojo in physical combat, if she could take out half or more simply by
using the power of her feminine charms, so much the better.

When she lowered her leg, she did so in a slow seductive way so as to entice
even more of the male students to take out their cocks and begin stroking them
for her.

"Husband," she commanded, "By my side. Now!" Her husband, the most feared man
in the dojo scurried to stand at attention as his wife's side. Since becoming
married, he'd experienced enough of his wife's power - although he'd only
witnessed a small fraction - to be deathly afraid of her. He knew that she
could defeat him with consummate ease. He also knew that with the power of her
passion she could force him to masturbate until his dick was raw and his balls
were dry and still he would continue to stroke his male love pump.

When he was at her side she simply said, "Knees," and he immediately fell to
his knees. When she said, "Legs," he began kissing and licking her amazing,
beautiful, powerful legs.

The twenty-eight students who witnessed this broke into three groups in their
reactions. Nine of them were so turned on by the sight of a strong woman
breaking one of the world's greatest martial arts masters and turning him into
her lapdog that they immediately fell to their knees. The members of this
group who were not already openly masturbating soon were. They were so turned
on my Mae-Jong's female superiority over all men that they noticed that their
dicks seemed harder and larger than they'd ever been before.

The thirteen men of second group were so enraged to see their teacher humbled
in such a way that they wanted to kill Mae-Jong. They just were not sure how
to go about it. They were not even sure if that's what Tsyr Ker Shi Fu wanted.
After all, she was his wife. If they attacked her, what would his reaction be?
Would he try to defend her? Would he be grateful to them? They just didn't
know.

The last group, the six remaining men were jealous of Tsyr Ker Shi Fu. They
were jealous that HE got to lick and worship Mae-Jong's legs instead of them.
Why should HE get the sole privilege of being Mae-Jong's dog? Weren't they
also worthy of being allowed to worship at the feet of the sexiest, most
desirable woman who ever lived? They also did not know how to act on their
feelings.

Meanwhile, as Mae-Jong looked out at the men who were watching her husband as
he worshiped her legs and thanked her for the opportunity, she knew what each
of them was thinking. She figured that she better deal with the largest group
first. These were the ones that wanted to kill her. She reasoned that if she
took care of them first, the other men - the ones that were turned on by her
power - would only be more under her thrall.

She pointed these men out one-by-one. "You and you and you and you two over
there, you'd like to kill me wouldn't you?" They all indicated that she was
correct. When she had pointed out all thirteen on them, she suggested that
they form a group and come up with a plan.

Then she turned to her husband who was still joyfully worshiping her legs.
"Husband!" she barked, "Leave my legs alone and go sit in a corner for awhile.
I have to attend to thirteen of your former students who wish to kill me."

"But can't I stay and help you, Master?" her husband begged. The fury of the
group of thirteen only increased when they heard their sensei address this
person - this mere woman - as 'Master'.

"You've seen what I can do. Do you really think I need help against only
thirteen trained martial arts masters?" Mae-Jong asked her husband.

"No, of course not, but please, don't make me leave your side," he pleaded.

She reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his fighting togs and lifted
him up to his feet. She pulled his face close to hers. A look of terror swept
over his face. "You must learn to obey me like a good slave-husband," she
explained calmly. "You don't want me to punish you again do you?"

"P-p-please, no, Wife-Master," he begged, shaking from head to toe. "Y-you're
n-n-not g-going to sp-sp-spank me again . . . are you?"

"I might," she concluded, "But if I do it will because you refuse to listen .
. . or maybe just because I feel like it. Either way, you have nothing to say
about it. Now go sit in the corner like a good little inferior male."

"Y-yes, my wife-master," he said as he crawled off.

Then she turned her attention to the thirteen. "Before you attack me, perhaps
there are a few things you ought to know first. I am part of a very special,
select group of women from around the world known as The Sisterhood of Steel.
We are dedicated to promoting the truth of female superiority. As part of my
qualifications to be part of this group, I have been trained until my body has
reached its full potential. As such, I am capable of performing feats that are
normally considered superhuman."

"My pathetic wimp of a husband - the man you revere and look up to as your
teacher and master - discovered just how sad and weak he was compared to me on
our wedding night when I turned him into my bitch. If the thirteen of you
really insist on challenging me, I will have to teach all of you the same
lesson. Please, think hard before you decide to act."

One of the thirteen said, "How do we know that you're not just trying to bluff
us, lady?"

"Was I bluffing when I took out The Greek with one kick?" she asked.

"I didn't say that you don't have some skills," the young man pointed out,
"I'm just saying that it doesn't mean you can take out all thirteen of us at
once." Several other members of his group nodded their heads yes and muttered
agreement under their breaths.

"Perhaps I should demonstrate," said Mae-Jong. She walked calmly over to one
of the pillars that was supporting the inside structure of the dojo. She
looked over in the corner where her husband was masturbating. "Slave-Husband,
what is this pillar made of?" she asked.

"It is one foot by one foot of solid concrete surrounding a solid iron bar
with a circumference of three inches," he replied dutifully.

"That should do," Mae-Jong concluded. She touched the pillar with her fist
then stepped back until she was about one-half her arm's length from it. She
slowly pulled her arm back from the pillar a couple of times. The third time,
she tensed her arm and drove it hard like a piston into the support. The
pillar shattered leaving a two foot gap where she hit it. The group of
thirteen gasped in shock. The ten men who were masturbating (including her
husband) paused for just a second to consider what they had just witnessed and
then resumed pumping their cocks with renewed vigor.

Meanwhile the six men who had been jealous of Tsyr Ker Shi Fu and wanted to
lick and worship Mae-Jong's legs noticed that the effort exerted by her to
shatter the pillar cause the suit jacket she was wearing to split up the back
seam. Mae-Jong gave a seductive little shimmy causing the jacket to fall off
of her in two pieces. This left her huge and firm, round and perfect breasts
fully exposed. This made the six change their obsession from licking and
kissing her exquisite legs to licking and kissing her magnificent breasts.

When two of the thirteen who had vowed to kill her went over to inspect the
pillar that she had shattered, they were shocked to find that indeed the
concrete was demolished and that the iron bar at the center was cut almost
cleanly and was smoking. The only conclusion that they could draw from this
was that the pressure from Mae-Jong's blow was so great that it somehow
vaporized the iron!

While the minds of the thirteen were still reeling from this discovery,
Mae-Jong went over to a second pillar and executed a devastating kick to it
leaving a four foot gap. Again, when some of the students inspected the pillar
they once again found the iron bar in the middle smoking and white hot to the
touch.

In a final effort to persuade her thirteen would-be-assassins that to attack
her would be folly, Mae-Jong went over to a steel beam that was supported four
feet off the ground by two sturdy steal uprights. The steel beam was similar
to a balance beam that gymnasts perform on, and was used to practice balance
in the dojo. The difference between this balance beam and the ones used by
gymnast is that this one has made of hard metal with no padding.

Mae-Jong studied the 5" by 5" steel girder for a few seconds taking in its
measure. Then she came down on it with a chop of her right hand that left the
apparatus in two pieces. For a third time in a matter of minutes she left
structures made out of solid metal broken and smoking hot with the heat
generated by her amazing power.

She turned back to the thirteen and said, "Well?"

They huddled together for several seconds. When they came apart, they began to
form fighting stances. Their spokesmen said, "We decided that honor demands we
follow through with our plan to destroy you."

Mae-Jong spit on the floor. "What do curs like you know about honor? I will
admit, however, that you have more courage than brains."

After the thirteen clearly stated their collective intention, Mae-Jong did not
stand there waiting to be attacked. Nor did she give them an opportunity to
spread out. Instead, she went on the offensive and threw herself at them like
the Tasmanian Devil in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. She was a whirling dervish of
destruction.

From the center of the group of assassins, men went flying in all directions.
Mae-Jong's fists and feet seemed to be moving every which way at once. Every
time one of her fists or feet made contact with one of her opponents, she
immediately had one less opponent to worry about.

Mae-Jong used the opportunity to try out several new punches and kicks she'd
been working on. For example, she hit one assassin with a hard right that sent
him flying ten feet and only stopping when he slammed into the hard dojo wall.
Immediately after that she hit another with what looked like an identical
punch. However, instead of sending him flying through the air, he simply stood
exactly where he had been before collapsing unconscious to the flor.

She managed to avoid most of the counter punches and kicks thrown at her by
expertly dodging, weaving and ducking her way through them. The few punches
and kicks that did connect with her hard body seemed not to affect her. She
didn't even have to take the time to shake them off.

Within three minutes, all of the thirteen were lying unconscious on the dojo's
floor.

Mae-Jong looked around the room. There were now eleven men on their knees
masturbating to her magnificence. The Greek had regained consciousness by this
time and had joined the other ten. It's no wonder either since during her
combat with the thirteen she lost the last remnants of her tight skirt. Now,
all she was wearing was her thigh high stockings held up by her suspenders
(garters) and her five inch candy apple red high heels. Her stockings had
several holes in them.

Mae-Jong's ripped, muscular body was even more ripped and muscular than usual
due to the effort it had taken her to destroy those who wanted to destroy her.

She looked over at the group of six jealous men. They were huddled together
and shaking from their desire to touch, to caress, to experience the satin
smooth softness of Mae-Jong's skin which stretched over the diamond hardness
of her beautiful, feminine muscle.

She struck a sexy pose with her hands locked together behind her head. As she
did this, the squishing sound of the eleven masturbators doing their thing
grew louder and more energetic.

With her eyes locked on the group of six, Mae-Jong said, "Would you six
weaklings like to kiss and worship my body now?"

"Yes, please," they replied almost as one voice.

"You may approach me, but only on all fours slowly crawling across the floor
and over to my feet." When she said this, Mae-Jong heard the sound of three or
four of the masturbators spilling their spunk onto the dojo floor. As she
looked around at them, she noticed that all of them had cum-puddles in front
of them - some bigger than others. "Each one of them has orgasmed at least
once. By the size of the some of the puddles, it's obvious that most have
climaxed multiple times, and yet not one has even slowed down jerking off to
me. That is good," she thought to herself. "And their cocks all look so big
and tasty."

It was true for the six who were crawling towards her as well as the eleven
who were jerking off to her. They all noticed that their cocks had never been
as rock hard or as enormous as they were now.

When the six crawlers reached her feet, Mae-Jong kicked off her shoes and
giggled, "Would you six weak boys like to kiss and lick my feet?"

As one, they looked up at her with hungry eyes and nodded "Yes, yes, yes."

"Not until you beg for that privilege," she scolded them. They begged, pleaded
and groveled for nearly five minutes before she gave her consent. Then like
six little piggies crowded around two tiny troughs they squeezed in and
slurped at Mae-Jong's feet.

Gradually they began to move up her leg until all six of them - three at each
leg - were kissing, licking and generally worshipping her shapely, muscular
legs. Then one of them asked, "Mistress Mae-Jong, how did you become so
powerful?"

"I'm glad you asked me that question, unworthy dog. It gives me the chance to
tell you about The Sisterhood of Steel."

"Yes," said another of her new servants between licks, "Please, tell us about
your sisterhood. Please."

"Well, my inferior pet, it's not MY sisterhood. I am but one sister among
equals."

"That's almost impossible to believe!" one of her toadies protested, "How
could there be any other women on this earth as attractive (kiss), as powerful
(lick), as sexy (kiss) or as celestial (lick) as you?"

"You're sweet," Mae-Jong responded, "But it's true that ALL the women in The
Sisterhood of Steel have been carefully chosen. We are all trained to become
perfect goddesses of beauty, intelligence and power."

"How many women are there in The Sisterhood of Steel?"

"I can't reveal that information. Next questions," replied Mae-Jong.

"How did you learn to become such a skilled fighter?"

"Aw yes, I was taught my fighting skills from Sensei Patricia who was trained
directly from Grandmaster Sensei Katrina. Katrina originally developed a
fighting method that was a blending and a reimagining of many different
fighting methods from around the world. She called her method kick-ass fu."

"Could you teach kick-ass fu to us?"

Mae-Jong laughed at the very idea. "No, foolish male, no man has the talent,
wisdom or discipline to become a master of kick-ass fu. Only the superior mind
of a superior woman can grasp its intricacies. Only the superior body of a
strong woman can master its unique combination of moves. Besides, even if men
could be taught kick-ass fu, Grandmaster Sensei Katrina would forbid it. Men
would use those teachings for evil and for petty personal gain."

"Excuse me for saying this, Mistress Mae-Jong, but don't you also use kick-ass
fu for personal gain? For example, didn't you use it to gain control of us and
this dojo?"

"Of course I did, lowly worm, but taking over this dojo was for the greater
good. It's just that your inferior male mind does not understand. As a perfect
goddess of beauty, intelligence and power, it is my privilege - my
responsibility even - to show inferior men such as yourself right from wrong.
You agree don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Mae-Jong, of course, Mistress Mae-Jong."

"Then why don't you thank me for it? In fact, why don't all six of you thank
me?" She said it as if it was a question or a suggestion, but the six men knew
that it was actually an order.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," they each took turns saying.

"You're welcome," she smiled and said magnanimously.

"What else does The Sisterhood of Steel teach you, Miss Mae-Jong?"

"We are taught how to train and shape our bodies into perfect weapons as well
as perfect objects of sexual desire. Don't you agree with the latter?" None of
her sex slaves answered because by now they had moved up slightly on her body,
and they all had their mouths full. Two of them were nibbling on her taut ass
cheeks. One had his tongue deep inside her ass crack. Two more were tracing
the ridges of her six-pack abs with their tongues. The last one - the luckiest
one of all - was licking Mae-Jong's sweet, sweet pussy.

Mae-Jong continued with her explanation. "As I said earlier, The Sisterhood of
Steel is dedicated to the truth of female superiority. Our goal is to prove to
the world once and for all that men are the weaker sex. Now that I have taken
over this dojo, I'm going to turn it into a training center for female
warriors. I will train these women to go out into the world and dominate men
as is the natural order."

"Will these women then become members of The Sisterhood of Steel?" asked one
of the men who was nibbling on Mae-Jong's ass cheeks.

"Perhaps a few, simple one, but only the most impressive women in the world
are chosen to become members of The Sisterhood," explained Mae-Jong. "Most of
the women I train here will only be powerful enough to dominate one or two
men. That is an easy enough goal for any healthy women to achieve."

"But what will happen to us?"

"You know those men that are living in the cells in the dojo basement right
now?" asked Mae-Jong.

"Yes, Mistress."

"After I am through with you today, I will be setting them free." She
explained.

"What does that have to do with us, oh superior goddess?"

"You men will be replacing them. You will spend the rest of your lives living
in those cells and serving as sparring partners for the women I will be
training to fight in this dojo. That is your punishment for choosing the evil
lives you have chosen," she concluded.

"But . . . but, Mistress Mae-Jong, what if we don't want to become prisoners?"
another of the men asked.

"That is of no consequence," said Mae-Jong, "Just as YOUR past victims have
had no choice, so will none of you be given a choice. From now on you serve
only my needs and the needs of other superior females."

"That is not fair."

Mae-Jog got a stern look on her face. "All six of you, stop what you are
doing. Stop worshipping my splendiferous body. Stand up and form a circle
around me. Do it NOW!" The six men reluctantly did as they were commanded.

"How dare you question one of my decisions," she began.

"But, Mistress, not all of us questioned you," pointed out the man who just a
few seconds ago had been busy licking her pussy.

*SLAP* Mae-Jong gave him a backhanded slap across the face that sent him
flying eight feet though the air. He landed in a large puddle of man-juice
made by one of the masturbating men.

(There were nine self-gratifiers still going strong. The other two had passed
out from passed out from exhaustion.)

"Silence!" she commanded. "Do you really think I can be bothered to keep track
of which of you spoke to me and which ones remained silent? Why would I do
that? After all, you are only men. Most of what you say is of no consequence."

"Please," one of the men fell back on his knees, "Please, oh mighty mistress,
please don't punish us," he begged.

Mae-Jong kicked him in the chest so hard that he slid thirty feet across the
dojo floor and slammed hard into the wall. "You must be taught discipline,"
she scolded.

The four remaining men standing around were frozen in fear. They were afraid
to say anything, but at the same time, they also felt the overwhelming urge to
beg and grovel before the goddess in their midst. For two of them the
indecision caused them so much anxiety that almost at the exact same moment
they both pissed their pants.

Mae-Jong grabbed each of them by their collars and said, "How dare you soil
the floor of my dojo." She lifted them both into the air and slammed their
skull together. They collapsed in the puddles of their own urine.

She then instructed the two remaining men to stand directly in front of her.
"Well, what do you two unworthy weasels have to say?" she asked, her eyes
ablaze with fury.

"I . . we . . that is . . when you . . I didn't . . how could . . if I had . .
but we can't . . . " the two men sputtered on for several seconds not able to
complete any rational statement. They were in such fear and awe of their
mistress that all they could do was spout nonsense until they were not even
forming real words any longer. "Morj . . glpx . . yunkr . . rasm . . ploosie .
. mrkl . ."

Finally, Mae-Jong leaned into them and whispered, "Boo," and they both fainted
dead away.

With all the other men either passed out or knocked out, Mae-Jong finally
turned her full, undivided attention to the men who were still masturbating
uncontrollably. One more had passed out from exhaustion so there were eight
men left including her husband and The Greek.

By now, all of the men had large puddles of sperm in front of them indicating
that they had spilled their spunk several times. Mae-Jong decided to give them
a treat. So far they'd mostly been jerking to her as she went about the
business of taking over her husband's dojo. Now she decide to give them some
real spank bank material.

She began to do a slow, seductive dance. Her broad shoulders, amazing huge
tits and round, womanly hips all shimmied and swayed independently of one
another. She turned sideways and then turned her back to them so that everyone
could get a good look at her perfect round peach of an ass as it surged back
and forth to a hypnotic rhythm. None of these men who had experienced a great
deal of the carnal pleasures in their lives had ever witnessed anything even
half so thrilling as watching Mae-Jong's dance.

All of them except Mae-Jong's husband and The Greek found themselves scooting
forward until they were on their knees forming a tight semi-circle three feet
back from the object of all of their earthly lusts.

Mae-Jong turned to face them and explained, "I want your next orgasms to be
even more explosive, even bigger than any of the others you've experienced
today because the next orgasm with be the last one you ever have." Knowing
that the men wondered what she meant by that but also knowing that they were
too much under her spell to ask, she explained, "Whether you realize it or
not, you have all become my perfect sex slaves. All of you are totally under
my sexual control. You will find after you wake up later that from this time
forward, you will be unable to have an orgasm or even an erection unless I
first give you permission. From this moment on, I will be in total control of
your cocks."

She waited a few seconds for that news to sink in.

"Needless to say, after this I will never give you permission again. After
today all of you might as well be eunuchs for all the good your balls and your
limp dicks will do you. I am sorry, but that is the only way it will be safe
to have you around the young girls I will start training in the ways of combat
at this dojo starting tomorrow. Besides, this is just punishment for choosing
the lives of assassins."

Then a mischievous smile crept across her lovely face as a wicked thought came
to her. "I will make you this deal however, if any of you have the will to
stop jerking off to my loveliness or even just has the will to keep from
cumming in the next sixty seconds, I will make that man my personal pet and
allow him to worship my body whenever it suits."

Every man who was still conscious tried with all their will to make themselves
stop beating their man-meat, but none of them could tear their eyes away from
Mae-Jong's almost completely naked, sexy form. And as long as their eyes
remained on her, their hands would remain on their dicks. They had no control
over this

Their only hope to not become psychologically castrated was to hold out for
sixty seconds.

Then Mae-Jong began to talk dirty to them. She began to describe in filthy
detail the things she would allow them to do to her if only they could control
themselves from cumming. The combination of her slutty words coming out her
angelically beautiful face was too overwhelming. Ironically, it was her
description of the rewards they would receive for showing restraint that made
it impossible for them to restrain themselves.

At the thirty second mark, one by one they began to explode. Despite the
orgasms they'd already experienced that day, THIS last orgasm turned out to be
the greatest one of their lives. The memory of this final orgasm would haunt
and threaten to drive them mad for the rest of their incarcerated lives.

Within fifteen seconds of the first explosive volcanic eruption, the last of
the six men who had formed a semicircle around Mae-Jong had given up the last
drops of man-milk in their bodies. There was a huge collected puddle of their
combined spunk on the floor in front of them. Some of the men were passed out
in it. Others fell backwards or sideways, but they were all passed out.

Mae-Jong smiled triumphantly when she heard "Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh," coming from
behind the pile of unconscious men. She looked back and saw that The Greek was
still pumping away. It was clear that he wanted to spew his load from the
sweat that was pouring off his forehead, but so far he'd held back, and there
was only fifteen seconds left. The promised land was within his sight.

Mae-Jong looks at him and said, "Greek, I'll admit that you are mucho hombre,
but you are still not man enough to resist me. You will cum when I order you
to: five..four..three..two..CUM NOW!"

Sure enough, The Greek's cock began to quiver in his hand like it had a life
and a will all its own. "KKKKKYYYYYYaaaaaaaaaaa . .!" The Greek cried as a
river of sperm came flowing out of his enormous dick. Even after he passed out
a tiny amount continued to trickle out.

And finally Mae-Jong turned her attention to the only other person in the room
who was still awake. It was her husband, the man formerly known as Tsyr Ker
Shi Fu. He was still massaging his dick and the sixty seconds had come and
gone.

"Just as I suspected," she said, "You were the only one with the stamina to
hold out. Stop masturbating now," she said quietly but with authority. Her
husband complied.

She slowly walked over to him making sure to give an extra wiggle to every
curve in her sumptuous body as she did. "I have plans for you, my husband. Of
course, you know that I only married you so that I could get my hands on this
dojo." Her husband listened at rapt attention and did not say a word.

She continued, "But when I broke your will on our wedding night, I sensed
something in you. Although you have chosen a life of evil until this point, I
still think that you are worth keeping." By this time she was right up in his
face. He was still on his knees in a relaxed position so her pussy was only
centimeters away from his lips.

She lowly spread her legs apart and revealed her wet pussy. She was so moist
in fact that a few drops of her love juices spilled out onto the floor. Her
husband immediately bent down and licked it up.

Mae-Jong spread her legs a little wider and said, "Sit up, my slave-husband,
and drink deeply. Lick my pussy." He did so with enthusiasm.

"Yes, there is a reason why I will keep you around," she said between her
heavy breathing, "A very good reason."

*********************

Within a few days, Mae-Jong did everything she promised. She set the prisoners
who were being held in the dojo's basement free. In fact, after setting them
free, he gave them the option of either returning to Taiwan or staying on the
island and learning how to be fishermen. Most of them chose the latter since
they didn't really have anything in Taiwan worth returning to.

After freeing the prisoners, she moved the dojo's former students into their
cells. Just as she said she would do, she turned them into sparring partners
for her female students which she started to accept by the end of the first
week.

Under Mae-Jong's excellent tutelage, using the methods taught to her by The
Sisterhood of Steel, her female students who were usually between the ages of
fourteen to twenty were easily defeating the master martial artists that made
up the dojo's former students. Just the other day, a 5'2" 93 pound fifteen
year old girl beat The Greek so severely that he got down on his knees and
begged for his mommy.

As for her husband, he was no longer called Tsyr Ker Shi Fu. Instead he became
known as Mae-Jong's Slave-Husband or sometimes Mae-Jong's Dog. However,
privately Mae-Jong called him "Supreme Pussy Licker". His main job was to
cook, clean, shop and take care of their private quarters which were on the
dojo grounds. He was forbidden to have any contact with any of the dojo's new
students or to even set foot in the dojo itself.

Of course, as her private name for him implied, he also took care of
Mae-Jong's more personal needs. Not a day has gone by in years that Mae-Jong's
Slave-Husband hasn't bowed down before his wife on his knees to sincerely
thank her from freeing him from his former life of evil and allowing him to
serve her.

As Mae-Jong's students graduated from her dojo they went out into the world
and spread the message of female superiority one dominated husband or
boyfriends at a time. One or two of her graduates were even eventually invited
to join The Sisterhood of Steel.

And THAT is the greatest honor of all.

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