Mistress Paula and the League of Extraordinary Mistresses
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A sequel to Paul and Mistress Paula


This story is a sequel to Paul and Mistress Paula. I wrote this story on
commission to one of my most loyal readers. This story takes a few unexpected
twists and turns. Let me know what you think. Send your comments to
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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Mistress Paula got out of bed. She was still naked from the night before. Paul
gasped at Mistress Paula's incredible 6'5" body. How could any woman look so
soft and feminine and yet so strong and powerful at the same time? Her huge
40F breast, her flat, toned stomach and her long, muscular legs and huge
muscular arms made her look like a goddess of power and beauty.

"What's the nursery," Paul repeated.

"That's where you'll be staying when I'm not around to protect you," replied
Mistress Paula.

"But...but what about my job? My apartment? My life?" Paul queried.

Mistress Paula took a step towards Paul. She looked down at him in a slightly
threatening way. "Well...I suppose you'll just have to choose which life you
want to live from now on, little one. You can go back to your old life, or you
can choose a new life with me. But if you choose a new life with me, it will
have to be entirely on my terms. I told you that if you wanted to be with me
you were required to follow my instructions without question or hesitation. So
what's it going to be, precious flower?"

"But you can't expect me to just.... What are you saying exactly? Are you
saying that if I want to be with you I have to give up my old life
completely?"

Mistress Paula's beautiful green eyes flashed in anger. "Last night when I
promised to protect and cherish you, you didn't hesitate. You couldn't wait to
fuck my sexy, strong body then. I could have made you crawl on your knees if I
wanted to, and you would have done it gladly."

"Yes...that's true," Paul agreed. Mistress Paula looked into Paul's eyes. He
looked so confused and pathetic. He was so weak compared to her. Her heart
melted just looking at his weak little pudgy body. She realized that he was
apprehensive about making such a big change in his life all at once.

Mistress Pala put her strong right hand on his cheek. Paul had seen that same
hand crush metal pipes and shatter chains. Yet now it felt warm and
reassuring. Mistress Paula smiled at her precious little man. "I know that
this is a lot to take in all at once, my dear weak little man, but you have to
decide. Do you want to start a new life with me or not?"

Paul looked uncertain until Mistress Paula said, "Sweetheart, what are you
giving up really? Was your old life so great? Are your job and your apartment
really so important to you? After one night of passion with me - and the
promise of countless more - wouldn't your gladly give all that up?"

Paul once again examined Mistress Paula's amazing body. He thought about how
lonely he'd been for so long. "But how will I live without a job?" he asked.

"I'll take care of you," Mistress Paula replied.

"Where will I live?"

"With me, of course," Mistress Paula said, "In my bed mostly if last night is
any indication. I don't know what it is about you, cutie, but I can hardly
keep my hands off of you."

"I...I feel the same way about you," Paul blushed.

"Of course you do," Paula said as if this was understood.

"But what about my friends? My family?"

"Of course I don't expect you to give up your family! As for your friends, I
don't know, but won't they be impressed when they meet your hot new
girlfriend? I mean, seriously? I'm just saying?"

Paul smiled at this. "Yes...yes they will. Can I use your phone?"

"What for?" Mistress Paula asked.

"So that I can call my job and tell them I'm quitting," Paul replied. "It was
a lousy job anyway."

"It's still a little early in the morning for that," said Mistress Paula. "I
have a better idea. Let's go back to bed and fuck some more. There are still
parts of your sexy, frail little body that I haven't bathed with my tongue
yet." Paul decided that this was a splendid idea.

A few hours later after Mistress Paula had fucked Paul into a stupor, she
called his old workplace and informed them that Paul would not be coming back.
Then she prepared a nutritious and delicious breakfast for her little love
doll.

As Mistress Paula was driving Paul to the nursery, he asked "Now what exactly
is this place again?"

"Do you remember that I told you that I was part of an organization of
powerful women called - "

"The League of Extraordinary Mistresses," Paul completed.

"Yes! I'm delighted that you remembered," Mistress Paula said. "Because of the
work we do, the LoEM has some dangerous enemies. As a precaution, we provide a
safe place for the men in our lives to stay when we can't be there to provide
personal protection."

"What kind of work do you do?" asked Paul.

"We secretly protect the oppressed and innocent and fight against evil,"
explained Mistress Paula. "We're sort of like a secret, all-female version of
the Justice League or the Avengers. We are a semi-independent agency of the
United Nations Security Council. Because of our operations, the most dangerous
terrorists, criminal empires and would-be world conquerors are our enemies and
would like nothing better than to strike at us through our loved ones."

"Whoa," Paul said quietly. Paul had been a comics fan most of his life, but he
never dreamed that a secret world such as this really existed.

Then Mistress Paula added sweetly, "And, my precious darling, you are MY most
cherished loved one."

"But...but, Mistress Paula, couldn't you take a leave of absence or something
from the League of Extraordinary Women for just a little while so that I can
adjust to all of this?"

Mistress Paula grew very serious. "I'm going to need you to be brave for me,
my little one. I can't take a leave of absence like you suggest because...
well, I'm the leader of the LoEM."

"Whoa," Paul repeated.

Mistress Paul could see that her precious little baby was still nervous so she
reassured him. "Don't worry, Paul, I'm sure that you're going to like the
nursery."

A minute later they pulled up to what appeared to be a boarded up storefront.
"Here we are," said Mistress Paula cheerfully.

"What? This is the nursery. It looks deserted," Paul pointed out.

"Don't let appearances fool you," Mistress Paula cautioned. They got out of
the car and walked over to the door. Paul was expecting Mistress Paula to pull
out a key or something. Instead she gave a verbal command. "Door, open!"

Paul was startled when an electronic voice replied, "What is your clearance
access code?" Mistress Paula spoke a secret prescribed message in return and
the door slid open. Inside the otherwise abandoned building was a metal
structure roughly the height and depth of a phone booth, but about twice as
wide.

Mistress Paula told Paul to get inside the metal structure and she got in
beside him. Once again an electronic voice spoke. "Please state your access
code and destination."

Once again, Mistress Paula gave her access code (I could tell you what it was,
but then Mistress Paula would have to come to your house and kill you!) and
said, "Nursery."

A series of bright lights from within the structure began to flash. "Close
your eyes," Mistress Paula instructed. Even with his eyes closed, Paul could
see a brilliant light flash. There was a loud crackle like an large electrical
short and the smell of burnt ozone. When Paul opened his eyes, he was in a
whole other place!

"This is the nursery," Mistress Paula announced. Paul looked around. The
nursery looked to him like a big room of mostly small, rather wimpy looking
men being tended to by tall, beautiful, muscular looking women!

"M-maybe this won't be so bad," Paul announced.

Paul and Mistress Paula stepped out of the transporter device and Mistress
Paula announced to everyone within earshot, "Attention everyone, I'm proud to
announce that THIS is MY chosen man. His name is Paul, and I expect for his
every wish and desire to be fulfilled while he is here. Is that understood?"

All of the Amazonian women in sight nodded their heads and said things like
"Of course, Supreme Leader Paula" and "As you wish, Supreme Leader Paula."

Mistress Paula turned back to Paul and said, "I have to go now, my cherished
little mint julep, but don't worry...." She scanned the room and rested her
eyes on a tall redhead with captivating blue eyes and a figure that would make
most Playboy centerfolds jealous. "Tessa, come here please."

The gorgeous redhead rushed over. Mistress Paula said, "I want you to attend
to my man personally. His name is Paul. See that he has every comfort. This is
his first day and he's a little nervous."

Then she turned back to Paul. "Paul, this is Mistress Tessa. She will be
taking care of you. Ask her for anything, and she will see that you get it."

"A-anything?" Paul asked.

Mistress Paula flexed her right bicep and made sure that Paul watched as it
grew to its full 24 inches. "Anything but THAT!" Mistress Paula said.

Paul gulped and understood her meaning. "Yes, Mistress Paula; sorry, Mistress
Paula."

Just before stepping back into the transport device, Mistress Paula looked at
Mistress Tessa and said, "See that he's bathed and powdered before I return
this afternoon. I should be back between five and six."

"As you wish, Supreme Leader Paula," Tessa said dutifully.

Mistress Paula picked up Paul and raised him to her lips. She gave him a
toe-curling super-kiss and set him back down. "I'll b back to pick you up this
afternoon. Be good, my little blueberry muffin." She stepped into the
transport device and spoke a few words; there was a flash of light, and she
was gone.

Tessa looked down at Paul - she was 6'2" - is there anything I can get you
Paul? A drink? Something to eat? A massage? Would you like to watch a movie?"

"Uh, actually, I'd just like to sort of walk around and get oriented if that's
okay," Paul said.

"Of course, but if you change your mind..." mistress Tessa handed him a devise
about the size of a smart phone. It only had one button on it. "Just push this
button, and I'll come running. Please, don't hesitate to ask for anything."

"Anything?" asked Paul.

Seeming to read his mind, Mistress Tessa said, "Anything but THAT! I'm
surprised at you, Paul!"

"Uh, sorry, Mistress Tessa," Paul said feeling duly ashamed.

In the next few hours he discovered what the nursery was all about. He struck
up a conversation with another one of the men who were being cared for. His
name was Mack. Mack was about the same height as Paul, but unlike Paul who was
a little pump, Mack was skinny.

Mack explained that he'd been going with his mistress, Mistress Kendra, for a
few years now. He told Paul that in general the members of the LoEM didn't
share much of the details about what they did with the men in their lives.
Other than that, however, the mistresses were extremely generous both
materially and sexually to their men. Many of the mistresses, according to
Mack, treated their men more like babies than like men.

"Are all of the mistresses attracted to shorter guys like us?" Paul asked.

"It seems like most of them are for some reason," replied Mack. He shared his
theory with Paul that it was because the mistresses tended to be very
nurturing and prote4ctive women and that short guys appealed to that part of
their nature.

"Do all of the mistresses possess super-strength?"

"Yes," replied Mack. "Some of the mistresses possess other gifts such as great
scientific, engineering, business or political expertise, but all of them are
tall, very strong and incredibly beautiful." He went on to explain how
Mistress Kendra amassed a fortune of over twenty billion dollars before she
was 22 years old from playing the stock market. "She started with a one
hundred dollar gift from her grandparents to celebrate her high school
graduation," he explained.

"How did the two of you get together?" Paul asked.

"Believe it or not, she chose ME," said Mack who still couldn't quite seem to
believe his luck. "She saw me in a bar and came right over and started talking
to me. Me! Can you believe it?" Paul could believe it because pretty much the
same thing happened with Paula and him.

Then Mack said, "You must be one hell of a special guy, Paul."

"What makes you say that?" Paul asked.

"Well, it's known that Mistress Paula has never brought a man to the nursery
in the past. You're the first!" Then Mack explained to Paul that the nursery
existed to protect the male lovers of the LoEM members but also to train the
men who were not obedient enough to their mistresses. "You really don't want
to know about the training that goes on. I avoid it by being one hundred
percent obedient to my mistress," Mack bragged.

Paul assured Mack that he was also willing to become totally obedient to
Mistress Paula. "That's a wise decision," Mack assured him, "It's not like you
really have a choice. You either do what your mistress tells you or suffer the
consequences."

Then Mack told Paul about all the services that the nursery had to offer to
obedient men. They had a huge game room with pool and ping pong tables as well
as vintage and current video games. The mistresses were strictly forbidden
from competing against the men in the nursery in any sport or game since it
wouldn't be fair. "The mistresses are just so vastly superior to us in every
way," he explained.

He also showed Paul the swimming pool and the miniature golf course. Then he
told Paul about some of the more "personal" care the mistresses provided. Some
of the men, he explained (and he admitted that he was one of them) liked to be
pampered and spoiled by the mistresses. Therefore, the mistresses were willing
to cradle the men in their strong arms and carry them around like children if
that's what the men craved. The mistresses assigned to the nursery would also
bathe and even diaper the men if the men so desired. They would hold the men
in their laps and rock them back and forth. They would even nurse the men if
that's what they wanted.

"Nurse? You mean the mistresses will...?" Paul couldn't quite bring himself to
say it.

"Yes," replied Mack, "They will let you suck on their breasts and drink their
milk if you ask them too."

"But wouldn't it make your actual mistress angry if you sucked on another
woman's huge tits?"

"I guess it depends on who you mistress is. Mistress Kendra doesn't mind if I
nurse with one of the attending mistresses occasionally. Most of them don't
see the nursing that goes on here as sexual so much as they see it as
nourishing and comforting. They're perfectly willing to do it as long as we
men don't try to turn it into a sexual thing. Doing that would only be asking
to be sent to the training area," explained Mack.

Even after hearing this, Paul was still reluctant to suck another woman's
breasts. He was pretty sure that Mistress Paula wouldn't like it, and he
wasn't sure how to even ask her if it was okay. Even when Mack took him to the
nursing room and showed him, Paul wasn't entirely convinced.

Paul had to admit though that that the small men sitting in the laps and
sucking the breasts of the tall, sexy, big titted mistresses looked perfectly
serene and content. When Mistress Tessa suddenly appeared at his side and
said, "Would you like to nurse for awhile, Paul?" he would be a liar if he
said he wasn't tempted.

Paul did allow himself the luxury of getting a massage from a gorgeous Asian
Amazon. As near as he could determine, the Amazonian women that made up the
LoEM came from every different ethnic and racial backgrounds. They came in
every conceivable skin, hair and eye color and yet all of them were tall,
muscular and beautiful with incredible figures.

Just as his massage was ending his personal caregiver, Mistress Tessa, came to
him and said, "Paul, it's time for your bath."

"Oh. Okay, but I'm really more of a shower guy, so if you'll just point me in
the right direction...."

Mistress Tessa scoffed, "Paul, I wouldn't THINK of letting you take a shower
by yourself." She effortlessly picked him up in her strong arms and said,
"I'll be bathing you personally."

"That really won't be n-necessary," Paul protested.

"Nonsense," Mistress Tessa insisted, "Mistress Paula said she wanted you
bathes and powdered before she arrived. That means she wants you clean and
fresh, and that's what I intend to do. You know Paul that all of Mistress
Paula's sisters in the LoEM are very pleased that she has finally chosen a
mate. We're going to make sure that you are very well taken care of.

When they got to the bathing area, Paul was shocked to see adult sized
bathtubs raised approximately five feet off the ground. Next to the tubs were
adult sized changing tables. Mistress Tessa set Paul on one of the changing
tables and started the water in the tub. While the tub filled up, Mistress
Tessa gently undressed Paul. Paul decided not to fight it and to simply go
with the flow.

When he was completely naked, Mistress Tessa removed the shirt she was wearing
to reveal that she had a tiny bikini top on underneath. She gently placed Paul
into the warm water. The she called one of the other mistresses over to take
Paul's clothes away.

Mistress Tessa then proceeded to gently run a soapy sponge over Paul's naked
body. Paul could not deny enjoying the entire experience. The water seemed to
perfectly match his body temperature, and Mistress Tessa's gentle caresses
were even more soothing and relaxing than the massage he's received earlier.

When Mistress Tessa got down to Paul dick and balls with her sponge, she said,
"We want to make sure that this area is especially fresh and clean because
Mistress Paula might want to stick her tongue down there later. I better scrub
extra hard!" Needless to say, Paul couldn't help but get an erection, but
Mistress Tessa didn't seem to mind at all. She also took special care to make
sure that the crack of Paul's ass was nice and clean.

When she finished bathing him, Mistress Tessa picked Paul up and placed him on
a towel that was spread across the adult changing table. She used another
towel to dry him off thoroughly, again taking special care to dry his dick and
his balls. She them applied sweet smelling talcum powder over his entire body
and gently rubbed it in.

By that time, his clothes were returned having been freshly washed and
pressed. Mistress Tessa dressed him and carried him out to the recreation
area. A little while later, Mistress Paula picked him up and took him home.

When they got home, Mistress Paula asked him if he enjoyed his day at the
nursery. Paul told the truth and said that he enjoyed it very much. He told
Mistress Paula about his day, and he carefully brought up the issue of breast
feeding at the nursery.

"No, I don't like the idea of any of the other mistresses breast feeding my
precious little kitten," said Mistress Paula. She then asked Paul if he was
thirsty right then. When he said that he was, Mistress Paula took off her top
and sat Paul in her lap. She gently stroked his head as he drank his fill of
her sweat breast milk. Of all the soothing sensations that Paul had
experienced that day - including the massage and the bath - this was best of
all.

After that, Mistress Paula carried him up to the bedroom on the second floor
and fucked him until he passed out. She lifted and tossed him around and made
sure that every inch of his body received attention. He, in turn, caressed,
licked, nibbled and kissed all of his favorite spots which more-or-less
covered her entire body as well. After he fell asleep, she cuddled him in her
heavily muscled arms for the rest of the night.

This was Paul's new life for the next several months, and he was deliriously
happy. In addition to Mack, he made several other friends with the men at the
nursery. The only thing that bothered him was not knowing what exactly the
LoEM did.

He caught on enough to know that what they did was dangerous. He was also
intelligent enough to figure out that as the leader of the LoEM, Mistress
Paula was under a high level of stress. A few times, he was required to spend
the night at the nursery because Mistress Paula had urgent business to attend
to.

However, whenever he asked his gorgeous, sexy strong mistress what was going
on, she told him not to worry his "pretty little head" about it. If he tried
to press her for more information, she flexed her muscles in his face and
threatened to punish him if he didn't stop. Needless to say that Paul always
wisely backed down. This was the only time that Mistress Paula had to
reprimand her delicate tulip.

Other than that, Paul considered his life with Mistress Paula to be one of
pure bliss. This all ended the day Lord Darkhold and his armies launched their
attacks....

Lord Darkhold and his forces struck suddenly all over the world. Several major
world capitals - London, Pairs, Tokyo, Vienna, Kabul, Canberra, Tokyo, Mexico
City, Ottawa, Berlin, Cape Town, Cairo and Addis Ababa - fell within the first
weak. At the end of three weeks, the only major world capitals that were still
resisting were Beijing, Moscow, New Delhi and Washington, D.C.

His army was made up of every major terrorist and criminal organization on the
planet. Every cut-throat mercenary and every rogue scientist seemed to be on
his payroll. His organization was financed by a mysterious group of super-rich
investors - part of the international military-industrial complex - known only
as "The Seven".

Lord Darkhold's troops were under the command of genetically enhanced officers
and elite "super soldiers" who were faster, stronger and more resistant to
injury than ordinary troops. However, the most genetically advanced
super-soldier of them all was Lord Darkhold himself.

Lord Darkhold had been genetically altered into a nine foot tall mountain of
muscles that seemed all but impervious to injury. He possessed the strength to
toss tanks around and the skill to take jet fighters out of the sky by hitting
then with large objects such as jeeps.

In a few cases, Lord Darkhold would appear in battle and take out entire
opposing armies virtually single-handed. When he wasn't making personal battle
appearances, he proved to be a brilliant strategist and tactician.

Twenty days after Lord Darkhold's forces began their campaign to take over the
world, more than half of Europe, large segments of Africa, all of Australia,
Canada and Mexico and all of Asia except for China and India were under his
iron rule.

A week after that, China, Moscow and the United States were within days of
falling. In all this time, the League of Extraordinary Mistresses did ...
nothing!

Paul is listening to the latest news from a secret underground bunker that he
and Mistress Paula moved into. The broadcast he is listening to is what left
of the former major media outlets. They banded together to bring the remaining
free people of the world the news as accurately and complete as they could.

"Mistress Paula, why doesn't the League of Extraordinary Mistresses do
something to stop Lord Darkhold?" he asked his mistress. It wasn't the first
time he'd asked her that question.

"I've already explained that to you fifteen times, my delicate pet, on the
first day that Lord Darkhold attacked, the LoEM offered our help to the U.N.
Security Council, but they turned it down."

"But that's insane! Why would they turn down your help? Is there something
that you're not telling me? If there is, please, tell me what it is."

Mistress Paula looked conflicted. She knew that she would be betraying the
LoEM if she told Paul everything. On the other hand, she had grown to love her
little man very much. She hated to keep any information from him. Also, she'd
grown to trust his judgment and intelligence. He was very smart and level
headed ... for a man.

Mistress Paula took a deep breath and began, "We knew that if the League came
out and directly opposed Lord Darkhold's forces that we could no longer work
as a secret organization. We would have to reveal ourselves to the world. In
exchange for that, we made a few demands on the U.N Security Council that they
refused to concede.

"Like what?" asked Paul.

"In addition to secretly protecting the world, the LoEM has been running a
clandestine campaign for years to bring the world under feminine dominance. We
believe that the emergence of so many superhumanly strong women around the
world in the past few decades represents the next stage of human evolution.
The geneticists within the LoEM theorize that that this is the reason why all
of the superhuman women are also phenomenally sexually attractive - so as to
easily attract mates. This will make it easier for them to reproduce in
greater numbers."

"But...could Lord Darkhold and his super-soldiers constitute the male
equivalent of the superhumanly powerful women?" Paul asked.

"No! Our geneticists assure us that these men were artificially enhanced
rather than being born naturally superior," explained Mistress Lola. "We
believe that the reason for the proliferation of superwomen around the word is
because it is time for women to become the dominant gender."

"So what demands did you make that the U.N. refused?" asked Paul.

"We demanded that in return for coming out of the shadows that the LoEM be
formally acknowledged and sanctioned by the U.N. Furthermore, the U.N. must
agree that every member nation with a male leader be forced to appoint a
League sister to the equivalent of a cabinet level position."

"I see," said Paul, "By putting a member of the LoEM in such a high position,
they would use their sexuality and vastly superior strength to intimidate and
manipulate the world leaders so that before long -"

"The mistresses would become the true leaders. We figured that within twelve
years, every country in the world would be under the direct or indirect
control of one of the sisters of the LoEM," Mistress Paula concluded.

"I can see why that would be a good thing," Paul concluded. Based on what he
knew about the LoEM, he honestly believed that a world under their leadership
would be a better one. "But do you think that it's right to do nothing while
Lord Darkhold takes over the world?" he asked.

"The position of the LoEM Leadership Council is that we do nothing until the
U.N. Security Council agrees to our demands," replied Mistress Paula. "If the
world falls in the meantime, it's the fault of the Security Council not us."

"But, Mistress, I thought that YOU were the Supreme Leader of the LoEM," Paul
pointed out.

"I am, but I have agreed to abide by the decision of the majority vote of the
Leadership Council in this matter," Mistress Paula clarified. "They believe
that if we hold out long enough that the U.N. Security Council will give in to
our demands."

"But, Mistress Paula, think about all of the people - men, woman and CHILDREN
- who will die in the meantime when the League could end this! I beg you to
reconsider." Paul fell on his knees and clasped his hands together as if he
was praying. "Usually when I grovel before you like this, it's to beg you to
let me kiss your feet of to suck your tits or to demonstrate my subservience.
Today I'm begging you on behalf of all of the innocent people who might be
killed. Please, Mistress Paula, save the world."

Mistress Paula thought about it for a minute and said, "My darling, beloved
little man, you are right." Mistress Paula immediately got in touch with her
generals and ordered them to get organized and to begin opposing the armies of
Lord Darkhold. Since they were already in a state of high alert, it didn't
take long for the secret army of superwomen to come out into the light and
begin fighting the evils forces of Darkhold.

Even with their genetically enhanced soldiers, twenty-five sisters from the
LoEM could take out a five hundred man army. Within ten days, Lord Darkhold's
forces had lost more than half of the territory they'd conquered and they were
steadily losing more ground every day.

Of course, Lord Darkhold himself was still active. He alone among the male
population of the world had the ability to stand up to most of the sisters of
the LoEM. The only defeats the LoEM suffered were the ones where he actively
participated. However, Lord Darkhold had never faced Mistress Paula or any of
the other most powerful sisters of the League of Extraordinary Mistresses.

As the struggle raged on around the world, Lord Darkhold's forces continued
suffer defeat after defeat. One month after the LoEM joined the fray, Lord
Darkhold's forces were a mere remnant of what they had been. Lord Darkhold
himself went into hiding. Yet he still continued to send broadcasts out
declaring that his forces would rise again. He hinted at some "secret weapon"
that he claimed would "bring those bitches to their knees".

Meanwhile, as country after country was liberated by the LoEM, the people of
the world began to embrace the sisterhood. The LoEM was rightfully hailed as
the organization that had saved the world and brought civilization back from
the brink when the other existing authorities failed. As new governments were
formed to replace the old governments that were shattered by Lord Darkhold and
his armies, the sisters of the LoEM were chosen time and time again as the
leaders of their reformed governments.

Finally, months after he went underground and many weeks after the last of his
armies had been crushed, Lord Darkhold was discovered hiding in a remote
section of Australia's outback. When the news was relayed to Mistress Paula,
she gave the order for to her sisters NOT to engage the supervillain. "I want
to take out this bastard myself."

Mistress Naomi who was the highest ranking sister of the LoEM within striking
distance told Mistress Paula via video chat, "Sorry, boss, but I'm going to
have to disobey that order. We're pretty sure that Darkhold knows that he's
been discovered, and if we don't strike now, we're afraid that he'll be gone
by the time you can get here."

"Negative, Mistress Naomi," Mistress Paula ordered, "With our transporter
technology I can be at your location in less than an hour. Unfortunately,
their transported technology only worked over limited distances and could not
make a jump all the way from the United States to Australia in one leap.
Several leaps would have to be made, and the transporter technology was not
instantaneous.

"Sorry, chief," replied Mistress Naomi, "But we might not have that much time.
We can't take the chance. Don't worry though; I'm not going to face Darkhold
alone. I'm taking Mistress Olivia with me."

Mistresses Naomi and Mistress Olivia were two of the most powerful sisters in
the LoEM. Still they were no match for Mistress Paula. Mistress Paula feared
that they were also no match for Lord Darkhold. She tried once again to
command her two soldiers to hold back, but Mistress Naomi closed her laptop
and broke off communications.

Lord Darkhold was holed up in a large underground concrete bunker. When
Mistress Naomi and Mistress Olivia arrived, they found him alone in the middle
of the large room inside the bunker. He informed the two warrior women that
there were automatic cameras running and sending out a live worldwide
broadcast. "I want the world to watch as I defeat you two bitches."

Mistress Naomi and Mistress Olivia attacked. Although they were both tall,
muscular women who each stood more that 6'6" tall, they looked small compared
to the 9', 987 pound mountain of muscles that Lord Darkhold was.

Both Amazons punched and kicked Darkhold with all of their might doing minimal
damage. Meanwhile, with his strength and speed, he was able to connect with
his two opponents multiple times. Each time one of his powerful kicks or
punches connected, he sent either Naomi or Olivia reeling.

However, despite Darkhold's devastating blows, the two women warriors fought
on. They were landing more punches and kicks to less effect, but slowly the
tide of the battle began to turn. It looked as if through skill and
determination Naomi and Olivia might win when Darkhold suddenly unleashed his
"secret weapon".

To put it bluntly, he whipped out his huge 25" dick! Like most members of the
LoEM, Mistress Naomi and Mistress Olivia were attracted to small, wimpy
looking men. Even so, they were not immune to the erotic power of a giant
cock.

"Oh my Goddess!" cried Naomi, "Would you look at that thing?"

"I-I can't NOT look at it," said Mistress Olivia, "I want to look away...but
I...I can't." She swallowed hard.

While the two superwomen were stunned, Darkhold ran over to them and swung his
massive member at them. He struck each of them in the head with his super-cock
and knocked both of them unconscious!

When Naomi and Olivia woke up a few minutes later, they were surprised to find
that they were not shackled or restrained in any way. What did keep them
constrained was the fact that Lord Darkhold's enormous cock was just inches
from their faces. His hairy balls were each the size of softballs.

"Lick my balls!" Lord Darkhold commanded. Naomi and Olivia both tried to
resist, but they discovered that they couldn't. They found Darkhold's giant
penis so overwhelmingly powerful that they were both compelled to obey despite
their revulsion.

As the two mighty warrior women kissed and licked Darkhold's cock and balls,
the last of his army came out of hiding and surrounded them. There were only
between fifty and one hundred soldiers left of his vast army, but they were
the elite of the elite of his fighting men.

As they watched their leader subdue two of the most powerful warriors of the
LoEM with the power of his ponderous penis, the men began to cheer and
applaud. This spectacle was also being broadcast around the world.

It was at that moment that the twin metal doors of the bunker were torn off of
their hinges. In the doorway stood Mistress Paula. She looked savage and
terrifying in her fury.

"Attack her!" shouted Lord Darkhold. His men rushed Mistress Paula en masse.
From where he was standing, Lord Darkhold could see his men piling up and
slowly overwhelming Mistress Paula until she was no longer visible. That's
what he thought at least - that his men were overwhelming her. He began to
chuckle to himself until he started seeing his men being violently tossed
aside!

Less than a minute later, he saw Mistress Paula emerging from the middle of
that pile-up of humanity. Even though there were at least thirty men still
trying to hold her back, Mistress Paula was making steady progress towards
Lord Darkhold.

Darkhold's men were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their leader,
and many of them did that day. By the time Mistress Paula reached him, every
one of Darkhold's men was either dead or unconscious and every shred of
clothing had been torn from her body. Her chest was heaving in righteous
anger.

"I'd love to kill you right here and now," she said, "But I don't want to make
a martyr out of you. That's why I'm bringing you in alive. I want you to face
the consequences of your crimes."

Lord Darkhold knocked Mistress Naomi and Mistress Olivia who were still
licking and kissing his cock and balls aside. He pulled back his sledge hammer
fist and hit Mistress Paula with a punch that would have flattened a three
story concrete and steel building. Mistress Paula didn't even flinch. "Is that
all you've got?" she asked.

Lord Darkhold shook his giant cock at her. "Kiss it! Kneel to it!" he
demanded.

"Eh, I've seen better," Mistress Paula scoffed. The truth was, Mistress Paula
WAS very impressed with Lord Darkhold's cock. She even found it hard to
resist. That is, she found it hard to resist until she remembered how much she
loved her little sweetheart Paul. She thought of Paul's sweet naked body, with
his plump little belly, his spindly arms and legs and his adequate if not
spectacular cock. He might not impress most women, but Mistress Paula knew
that Paul was all she wanted or needed.

The thought of her precious little one gave her the will to resist Lord
Darkhold's secret weapon.

Mistress Paula flexed her massive muscles. They looked bigger and stronger
than they ever had before. Lord Darkhold punched her in the face twice more.
Mistress Lola didn't bat an eye. The villain tried kicking her, but to no
avail. Mistress Paula's reaction was to flex even harder until her massive
muscles grew to seemingly impossible proportions.

Finally, Lord Darkhold broke and fell to his knees and begged Mistress Lola
not to hurt him. He begged as the whole world watched.

Mistress Paula took him out with one mighty punch and turned him over to the
authorities.

When she got home, she told Paul that it was her love for him that gave her
the will to resist Lord Darkhold. Then she fell on her knees and asked Paul to
please marry her. When he said yes, she carried him to bed and gave him the
fucking of his life.

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