The Sisterhood of Steel: Deedee's Story
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Mark, Danny and Pete thought that Dominique was the ultimate muscle goddess until they met...her mother?

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This is the forth in a series of stories that I'm writing on commission about
a special group of women called The Sisterhood of Steel. This one is a direct
sequel to the last story in the series "The Sisterhood of Steel: Dominique's
Story" and picks up right where that story lets off. You might want to read
that story first if you haven't already.

 Also, if you enjoy reading my stories, I could write one especially for
you! I write stories on commission (For example, THIS story was written on
commission.) Wouldn't you like to see your own particular and unique
fantasies written out for you to read and enjoy? I can take YOUR IDEAS and
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imagined!

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"Your...mother?" said Mark. This is definitely NOT what he wanted to hear.
He looked at his cousins Danny and Pete, and they look just as disappointed as
he felt. 

"I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner," Dominique said, "You three
will make perfect boy-toys for my mother. She loves young, big strong boys
like you."

Mark and his cousins just stared at Dominique in silence. They wanted to be
HER boy-toys. After witnessing her amazing strength and martial arts skills,
her incredible sexy body with her huge muscles and spectacular tits ... after
seeing how easy it was for her to turn their macho fathers into helpless,
drooling love slaves, they were convinced that no other woman on the planet
would be able to make them happy. They were willing to settle for a sister or
maybe a daughter of Dominique's, but her mother?

Their fathers Big Jim and Big Jack were long past caring. They were still
being held aloft in Dominique's arms while she talked to their sons. They'd
each found one of her huge tits to latch onto, and they were sucking away.
Despite having just squirted a vast amount of cum a few minutes ago, their
huge cocks were fully erect again.

Dominique looked at the two muscular men in her even more muscular arms and
said, "I taking you two upstairs to bed now. I can't wait to get those two
giant cocks in my mouth! I'm going to wear you two out until you're begging
me to stop and begging me for more at the same time."

As she went up the stairs she said to Mark, Danny and Pete, "I'll email Momma
tomorrow and tell her about you three. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

The three cousins just looked at each other dumbfounded. They went upstairs
to the kitchen and got some beers and sat for a long time without saying
anything. The things they had witnessed that night took some time to
process. It's not every day that one discovers that your father and your
uncle are both the love slaves of a woman with superhuman strength, speed and
martial arts skills.

Finally, Pete asked the question that was on all of their minds, "How is it
even possible for Dominique to do the things she did tonight?"

"How could she lift over four thousand pounds - and so easily?" asked Danny.

"How many reps did she do? I lost count around eighty-eight. I had to, uh
... you know." said Mark. The "you know" was when he became so turned on he
had to spray his spunk.

"I'm not sure; I had to 'you know' when she got to ninety-four," said Pete.
They both looked Danny.

"Don't ask me," he said, "I to 'you know' at seventy-nine. I'm pretty sure
that she did over a hundred though."

"Did you see the way she had our dads crawling around and groveling at her
feet?" asked Mark. This impressed him ever more than her feats of strength.
"Before tonight," he said, "I didn't think my father would crawl like that for
ANY woman."

"Dominique isn't just 'any woman'," Pete observed.

"That's for sure," Danny agreed. At this point, all of them were thinking
basically the same thing. All of their lives they'd had to live in the shadow
of their fathers, Big Jim and Big Jack Anderson. Even though they were tall,
strong, handsome, athletic and talented with impressively large cocks, their
fathers were still taller, stronger, more handsome, more athletic and talented
with even bigger dicks!

Each one of them privately asked himself, "When is it my turn? Why can't I
have a woman like Dominique?"

Once again, it was Pete who broke the silence. "So...how old do you suppose
Dominique is anyway?"

"I don't know," said Danny, "She looks like she's maybe in her late twenties."

Once again, they were all thinking the same thing. "That would make her
mother, what? She's got to be in her forties at the youngest, and probably in
her fifties!" Mark pointed out

"When Dominique said she was going to set us up with one of her relatives, I
was hoping for a younger sister," said Danny.

"We're young men," said Pete, "Why would Dominique set us up with someone as
old as her mother?"

"More importantly," said Danny, "How do we get out of this?"

"I don't know," said Mark, "One thing is for sure, we don't want to insult
Dominique or her mother. Did you see the way Dominique pulverized that hunk
of granite that she punched. That could be our skulls!"

"Did you see the way she kicked that steel girder in two?" asked Pete. "Just
think how easy it would be for her to snap our spines!"

"How about the way she forced our dads to punch her as hard as they could in
the stomach, tits and face?" said Danny.

"Not to mention her ass and her back," continued Mark, "And no matter how hard
they hit her, she didn't even feel it! There's no way the three of us could
stand up to her; she could destroy the three of us with one finger!"

"So what are we going to do? Spend the rest of our lives being love slaves to
an old woman? I...I won't do it, I tell you," stated Pete, "Even if she does
kill me."

"But that's just it," said Danny, "She wouldn't have to kill us. Let's face
it guys, she could make any of us do whatever she wants us to do. Do any of
you seriously think you could say no to her? And I'm not just talking about
because of her super-strength. Do any of you think you have the willpower to
stand up to her and say no?"

The others knew that Danny was right. Dominique's greatest power wasn't her
physical strength - and that was gigantic. Her greatest power was her
willpower and enormous sexuality. She had the power to turn men into putty
and to mold them into any shape she pleased. She'd sure done it with their
fathers. She could order their fathers to do ANYTHING she wanted them to. If
she could do this to their fathers, she could probably do the same thing to
them.

"I don't know," said Pete, "Maybe if she knew how we felt, she wouldn't make
us be with her mother."

"That's right," said Danny, "She did say she was like our stepmother, and she
said she loved us. Maybe we just need to talk to her."

"But who's going to do the talking?" Mark asked.

"Well, I think that you're the logical choice," said Pete.

"Me? Why me?" asked Mark.

"Well ... she IS legally married to YOUR father which technically makes you
her stepson," stated Danny, "Besides, you're the oldest."

"I'm only four-and-a-half months old than you guys," Mark protested.
"Besides, you two only remember that when there's dirty work to be done."

"Come on, Mark," said Pete, "You know that you're better at stuff like this
than we are."

"And flattery will get you nowhere!" Mark insisted. In the end, they decided
to draw straws. Of course, Mark drew the short straw.

The next day while Big Jim and Big Jack were putting in a rare appearance in
at the family owned gym, Mark nervously knocked on the door of the bedroom
that Dominique shared with his father and his uncle.

"Come in," said Dominique in a voice that sounded sweeter than liquid honey.
When he did, Mark was surprised to see Dominique sitting on the edge of the
huge bed she shared with her two love slaves. She was wearing a robe that
showed a great deal of Dominique's abundant cleavage and pumping out one
handed curls with a dumbbell that looked like it weighted around five hundred
pounds.

"Whoa," said Mark as he took in the vision of his almost impossibly strong and
beautiful stepmother.

"Well, if it isn't my handsome stepson," she said. She dropped the barbell
and stood up. Her robe fell open revealing her amazing, huge tits and her
beautiful hard, ebony body. "Come over her and give your stepmother a hug,"
she said as she extended her arms.

Mark rushed into them and hugged his beautiful black stepmother tightly.
Since the moment he first saw her in the basement gym almost naked, this is
what he'd dreamed of. As soon as he felt her giant tits pressed against his
body, his dick grew to its full impressive size. Dominique could feel its
hardness through the fabric of the khaki pants he was wearing.

"I can feel that you're happy to see your stepmom," she said. Dominique was
three inches taller than Mark even barefooted like she was now. This was the
first time he'd seen her when she wasn't wearing five-inch high heels. She
was still wearing the ever-present stockings on her legs that were held up by
garters.

Dominique leaned in and kissed Mark on the forehead. Mark stood on his
tiptoes and tried to kiss Dominique on the lips. She put her hands under his
arms and picked him up like he weighed nothing and held him at arm's length.
"No, Mark, I don't think so."

"Please, Dominique, just one little kiss? Please," he begged.

"I said 'no', and I mean it!" she said sternly, and she gently put him down.
Mark bowed his head and nodded in submission. "Now, what brings you up to the
third floor?" she asked.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you about something," he said cautiously.

"Of course you can," she said as she tightened the belt of her robe and sat
back down on the bed. "Pull up a chair," she said.

Mark pulled up a chair as instructed and sat opposite Dominique. He sat there
for several seconds trying to work up the courage to bring up the
uncomfortable subject that he came to talk about. He was also tongue-tied
just being in the presence of a woman that radiated power the way his
stepmother did.

Finally Dominique asked, "What is it, Mark?"

"Well . . . it's about your plan . . . ," he began timidly.

"What plan is that," Dominique asked. She was barely able to contain her
amusement at Mark's charmingly nervous behavior. He was like a schoolboy who
brought home a bad report card and was trying to break the news to his
parents.

"I should tell you that I'm not just here on behalf of myself," he said,
hoping that it might make a difference. "I'm also speaking on behalf of Danny
and Pete."

"I see," said Dominique as she arched one eyebrow, "And could this have
anything to do with my plan to introduce you to my mother?" she asked
pointedly.

"Well . . . it could," Mark said ambiguously as if this was only one of many
possibilities.

"And might this have something to do with the obvious age difference between
you three boys and my mother?" asked Dominique.

"Mmmmmmaybe," Mark replied.

Dominique smiled sweetly at Mark. "Little boy, don't worry about such
things. My mother is part of The Sisterhood of Steel, and SOS women tend to
age slower than normal women."

"They do?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, "For example, how old do you think I am?"

"Is this a trick?" he asked.

"Of course not," Dominique assured him, "How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know," said Mark, "Twenty-seven or twenty-eight I'd guess."

"Mark, I'm forty-four years old," said Dominique.

"No way! That makes you almost as old as Dad and Uncle Jack!" Mark
exclaimed. Then another thought swept over him: if Dominique was THAT old,
how old was her mother?

"So, you agree that I look much younger than I am?" Dominique asked.

"Yes," Mark admitted, "But still . . . ."

"Besides, Mother was young when she had me," Dominique said.

"Okay...." Mark said, but Dominique could tell that he was not convinced.

"Mark, you trust me don't you?" Dominique asked.

Mark thought about it. "Yes," he replied, and he was telling the truth.
Despite the fact that he'd known her only a short time, and even though before
yesterday he resented her for marrying his father so soon after his own
mother's death, he really did trust Dominique.

"Then believe me when I tell you that my mother looks much younger than her
age. You'll understand when you meet her. It's a Sisterhood of Steel thing."

This was the third time Dominique had mentioned The Sisterhood of Steel. The
first time was the night before when Danny asked her how she got to be so
strong and skilled at martial arts. "Maybe it would help me to understand if
you told me a little more about The Sisterhood of Steel," he said.

"The Sisterhood of Steel is a world-wide organization of very remarkable women
such as my mother and myself dedicated to the truth of female superiority.
We've trained our bodies and our minds to reach the absolute pinnacle of
feminine achievement."

"Are all the women in The Sisterhood of Steel as big and strong as you?" asked
Mark.

"No, not all of the women are as physically as big as I am, Mark. After all,
there are natural genetic differences between us. However, all of us are
amazingly skilled in martial arts. As a minimum, to be accepted into The
Sisterhood of Steel a woman has to be able to break a twelve inch block of
granite in two with one chop and to break a steel beam in two with one kick."

"So, basically The Sisterhood of Steel is a type of martial arts?"

"No, Mark, it is much more than that. It's true that the women of The
Sisterhood of Steel are trained in our own special style of martial arts.
It's a combination of several different fighting styles from around the world
that we call Kick-Ass Fu. However, Kick-Ass Fu is more than a mere fighting
style. It is also a state of mind that allows us to continuously combine and
refine new elements into it."

"But how do you share these new refinements with other Sisterhood of Steel
members? Do you all get together and compare notes periodically?"

"We don't need to," explained Dominique, "We share a mental link that allows
us to share information. Any time one of my sisters develops a new technique
or discovers a new bit of knowledge or insight it is automatically shared with
all of us."

"You mean, you use telepathy to speak to each other?" Mark asked.

"No, silly male, it is much deeper than that. We FEEL this new knowledge
and/or insight on a deeper, almost subliminal level. And this knowledge is
not limited to martial arts. It was extends to areas such as mind and body
control as well as areas of sexuality."

"What do you mean?" asked Mark.

"Last night when you and your cousins were spying on me, for example," she
said, "How many orgasms did you have just from watching me move around the
room sensually and performing feats of superhuman strength?"

"I-I lost count," Mark admitted.

"Do you think any ordinary woman could have that effect on you?" she asked.
"And that was without even touching you. All members of The Sisterhood of
Steel are taught secret techniques of male arousal. As a result, we can turn
any male into our willing love slaves."

"I'll admit that you turned my dad and Uncle Jack into your own personal
robots, but are you saying you can do that to ANY man?" Mark asked.

"Do you doubt me?" Dominique asked.

"Let's just say that I'm a tiny bit skeptical," Mark replied.

Dominique responded, "Look into my eyes, little man." Mark found that
something about the way she commanded him made it impossible for him to do
anything other than obey. She opened her robe a tiny bit - just enough to
give a hint of the feminine delights that lurked beneath it. "I want your
dick hard . . . NOW!" she demanded.

"Wha?" Mark could feel his dick getting hard as if he had no will of his own.

"Stand up," she commanded. He could feel himself rising to his feet. "Walk
over to me and lift up your left arm." When he did, Dominique leaned into him
and blew on a secret spot just below his left armpit. Mark could instantly
feel a tingling in the pit of his testicles.

"Oh my God," he cried. "Oh, my GOD," he cried again as he could feel that
tingle begin to expand and build. "OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" he
shouted as the tingle grew and grew and then . . . EXPLODED!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he screamed as his dick erupted
into the biggest, most amazing orgasm of his young life! He fell back into
his chair and the front of his pants filled with a very noticeable stain!

It took Mark a few minutes to regain his composure. "Good God Almighty! That
was the most intense feeling in my life!" he declared.

"Would you like to have another?" Dominique asked her exhausted stepson.

"No way! It would take me at least an hour to-"

"Get hard! NOW!" Dominique commanded. Once again, mark's dick was instantly
hard. This time Dominique got up. Her robe fell open fully exposing her
incredible, beautiful, huge breasts, her tight, ripped abs, her powerful,
muscular legs and her awe-inspiring pussy. She went over and effortlessly
lifted Mark out of his chair. She turned him over and tickled a secret spot
behind his right knee.

"Oh no!" Mark cried. He felt that familiar tingle once again. Dominique
tickled him again while she held him draped across her right arm. "Oh NO!" he
cried out desperately. She continued to tickle him behind his left knee. His
balls began to pulsate. He could actually feel the sperm in his balls start
to percolate. He could feel the pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his rock
hard dick. "OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! OH YYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" he
screamed.

His underwear and pants were now so saturated with cum that it soaked all the
way through, and some of it dripped onto the floor. Dominique set him back in
his chair and asked, "Now do you believe I can turn ANY man into my groveling
love slave?" she asked.

Mark managed to squeal out a "Yes," between deep breaths.

Actually, Dominique was stretching the truth a little. While she could make
any man she wanted have an orgasm using the secret methods taught to her by
The Sisterhood of Steel, she knew that she was not able to enslave a man if he
was truly in love with someone else. Even The Sisterhood of Steel had their
limits. Besides, no woman that would steal another righteous woman's fairly
won man would EVER be eligible for Sisterhood of Steel training.

Once Mark regained his breath and his composure he asked, "Does ... does your
mother know how to do the things you just did to me?"

"Who do you think taught me?" she replied. "Seriously, Mark, I don't think
that you'll be disappointed with my mother in the least." For the first time,
Mark began to think that maybe she was right. "Besides, if you decide, for
whatever reason, that you don't want to be Mother's boy-toy, you don't have
to. She won't force you."

"W-w-will you protect me from her?" he asked.

This made Dominique chuckle. "Mark, you silly, silly boy, I can't protect you
from Mother. She's far too strong."

Mark thought he must have heard her wrong. "S-s-stronger than you?" Mark
asked.

"Oh yes," she replied, "And bigger too."

Mark's mind began to reel from just the thought of it. "Dominique," he said.

"Yes, little one, what is it?"

"I-I-I'd like to meet your mother," he said sheepishly.

"She'll be here tomorrow," Dominique said with a huge, triumphant smile.

Later that evening, Mark reported everything that happened to his cousins. He
told them how old Dominique was. He explained what he knew about The
Sisterhood of Steel, and he described how Dominique caused him to have two
major orgasms in just a few minutes.

"And you say that these were both really big orgasms?" asked Pete.

"The first one was the biggest, best, most incredible orgasm I'd ever had ...
until a few minutes later when I had the even bigger, even better, even more
incredible second one," Mark explained.

"And she says her mother taught her how to do this?" Danny asked for the sake
of clarity.

"So she says," Mark replied before adding, "And I believe her."

"But if Dominique is forty-four years old ..." said Danny.

"That most likely makes her mother somewhere in her sixties," Pete observed.

"Yeah, but Dominique sure doesn't look forty-four," Mark pointed out.

"Okay," said Danny, "But someone could look good for their sixties and still
look like they're in their fifties."

"That's true," Mark conceded. "But she's coming whether we like it or not,
and we don't have anything to lose really. Dominique says that she won't
force us to be her boy-toys if we don't want her to."

"Uh huh, but how do you reject a woman who is even stronger than someone who
can lift four thousand pounds?" asked Danny.

"You're right; that might be tricky," admitted Mark.

"What I want to know is, why can't men go through this Sisterhood of Steel
training and become superhuman too?" asked Pete.

"I don't know," said Mark. "Ask Dominique."

The next day was a very special one at Anderson's Gym and Dojo. Dominique
instructed Big Jim and Big Jack to close the doors to their regular members.
This day was reserved for the men who Big Jim and Big Jack considered the
twenty-five toughest fighters belonging to their dojo. This group included
three world-class professional heavyweight boxers, four heavyweight Ultimate
Fighters, two heavyweight professional kick boxers, three huge professional
wrestlers and thirteen masters of various forms of martial arts.

This was probably one of the most powerful groups of male fighters ever
assembled in one place. All of these men were easily capable of killing an
average man with just their hands and feet. They were all proud and
competitive warriors. When Big Jim asked Dominique why she wanted to assemble
them she said, "Just do as you're told. You'll see soon enough!"

That morning when Dominique and all of the Anderson men were leaving their
house for the gym, Pete asked, "Dominique, why can't men be taught the secrets
of The Sisterhood of Steel? Is that against the rules?"

Dominique giggled, "You boys are so silly! No it's not against the rules to
teach men the techniques of The Sisterhood of Steel, but it would be a total
waste of time."

"What do you mean?" asked Pete.

"Petey, what you don't understand is that only the most amazing women in the
world are capable of mastering what it takes to join The Sisterhood of Steel.
Less than one percent of one percent of one percent of the total female
population of the world are qualified. Do you understand what that means?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," he confessed.

"That means that ZERO men are qualified. To master the secrets of The
Sisterhood of Steel requires a level of discipline, intelligence, insight and
perception that no man who ever lived has or ever will achieve." Dominique
explained this to Pete very slowly as if she was talking to a four year old
child - a not very bright four year old child.

"But I thought that the genders were supposed to be equal," Pete protested.

This made Dominique laugh out loud. "Whatever gave you that ridiculous
notion?" she asked. "The Sisterhood of Steel is dedicated to the truth of
female superiority. The very existence of the SOS proves that women are
superior."

"Wait a minute," Pete said, "It sounds like what you're saying is that men are
not capable of mastering the secrets of The Sisterhood of Steel.  Therefore
they are not instructed in those secrets. Furthermore, the reason that men
are not capable is because women are naturally superior to men, and the proof
of that is that there are no men in The Sisterhood of Steel."

"That's essentially correct," said Dominique, "I'm impressed that you were
able to understand that. Most men aren't."

"But that logic is completely circular!" Pete cried out in frustration.

"Ah! But the superiority of women is a truth that transcends logic,"
explained Dominique.

"Transcends logic? That's insane! Nothing transcends logic."

"That is a typical male response," Dominique stated. "Men don't understand
that the deepest universal truths are those that can't be understood but can
only be felt."  

"But how do you know? Has anyone ever TRIED to share the secrets of SOS with
a man?"

"I already explained to you that doing so would be a waste of time," Dominique
repeated trying to remain patient.

"But-"

"Peter, can you lift a car over your head?" Dominique asked him pointedly.

"No."

"Well, I can. End of discussion!"

"But-"

"I said, 'End of discussion!'."

"Yes, Dominique."

"Call me Aunt Dominique," she said smiling sweetly.

"Yes, Aunt Dominique."

When Dominique and the collected Anderson men got to Anderson's Gym and Dojo,
they found the twenty-five fighters they'd invited waiting for them. "What do
you want them to do?" Big Jim asked.

"Tell them to warm up," Dominique replied. "We're waiting for my mother to
arrive." Just then, her phone rang. Dominique spoke a few "uh huh's",
"okay's" and one "Yes, Momma" into her phone before telling Big Jim, "My
mother says she's pulling into the parking lot. I'm going to go meet her.
The rest of you, wait here."

When Mark heard this, he looked towards the glass front door just in time to
see a limousine pulling into the parking lot. When it moved out of his line
of vision, he wanted to move closer to the front door so that he could see
Dominique's mother get out of the car. However, she'd told them to wait where
they were so that's what he did. However he, Danny and Pete were watching the
door intently to catch their first glimpse at their prospective new master.

As Dominique opened and walked through the door, a large shape behind her
seemed to almost completely block the sun from shining into the building. It
took a second or two for Mark to realize that the shape in question was
actually a person. He stood in awe as he watched a giant duck under the door
and step into the dojo. It was indeed a giant - an exceptionally beautiful
giant.

Dominique announced, "Everybody, this is my mother Deedee; Momma, this is
everybody."

"Hey, everybody," Deedee said with a warm smile as she waved at the crowd. As
Mark, Danny and Pete gazed upon the tower of loveliness that was Deedee, they
knew that they would never think of her as just Dominique's mother again.

First of all, she did NOT look old enough to be Dominique's mother. If
anything, she looked like she could have been Dominique's YOUNGER sister. In
fact, given the fact that Dominique was forty-four years old, it was
conceivable that Deedee could be mistaken for Dominique's daughter!

Second, Deedee was an absolutely stunning, gorgeous Amazon goddess. She stood
a full seven feet tall in her stocking feet. However, she was not in her
stocking feet because, like Dominique, Deedee wore five inch heels along with
nylon stockings held up with garters. Her body very closely resembled
Dominique's except that everything was proportionally bigger - bigger arms,
bigger thighs and a bigger booty.

The parts of Deedee's body that were not proportional to Dominique were her
breasts, but that's because they were proportionally even larger! Deedee's
breasts were at least three times larger than the average adult male's head.
They were also incredibly firm and round. When she came into the dojo, Deedee
was wearing a short Japanese kimono style robe that revealed her muscular
calves and about half of her thighs. Her colossal tits were so huge, that she
could barely close her robe around them. Even so, she displayed a veritable
Grand Canyon of cleavage.

Mark stood memorized as he looked into Deedee's face. He could plainly see
the family resemblance between her and Dominique. Deedee also had beautiful,
hypnotic brown eyes, high cheekbones and full pouty lips like her daughter,
but there was something extra in her smile. Dominique had a beautiful smile,
but there was something about her that was always all business. Deedee on the
other hand had a certain playful - almost little girl quality - in her smile.
This was ironic of course because she was anything but little.

Dominique said to Mark, Danny and Pete, "You boys come over here and meet my
Momma." They walked slowly over to the giant African Queen in their midst.
They were very uncertain and looked like young schoolboys being called to the
principal's office.

"Momma, these are the three boys I told you about. This is Mark, Danny and
Pete."

Deedee held out her hand to Mark. As soon as their hands met and Mark could
feel the warmth of Deedee's body and feel her power, his dick began to get
hard. Her hand was larger than his by half, and her fingers were long and
slender. Somehow her hand seemed both delicate and yet supremely strong at
the same time. Her power, her strength, her size . . . it was all quite
overwhelming. Mark felt the blood rush out of his head. It undoubtedly raced
to his penis because he suddenly had the biggest, hardest erection in his
life.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mark," she said. She took one look at his
obvious hard-on and said, "And I can see that you're pleased to meet me as
well." Mark flushed with embarrassment. Deedee flashed her sweet, playful
smile and said, "Don't be bashful, Mark, men have this reaction to me all the
time. I'm used to it. I take it was a compliment."

Mark continued shaking Deedee's hand, but he could not bring himself to
speak. He was too much in awe. Finally, Dominique said, "And Momma, this is
Danny."

Deedee shook hands with Danny, and he pretty much had the same reaction as
Mark - same lightheadedness, same instant erection, same red face. When it
was Pete's turn to met Deedee, he fainted dead away as soon as their hands
met.

Finally, one of the twenty-five fighters assembled by Big Jim and Big Jack
whose name was Rex "Tyrannosaur" Poundstone said, "Excuse me, but what the
fuck? Why did you guys ask us to come down here? I'm personally not
interested in watching your sons meet Giganta here. I've got better things to
do with my time."

"I'm so glad you asked," Dominique. "I had my husband Big Jim invite the
twenty-five of you in order to arrange a little demonstration for the boys.
(From that moment on, Mark, Danny and Pete where known collectively as "the
boys" by Dominique and Deedee despite the fact that they were all twenty-four
years old.)

"What kind of demonstration?" asked Rex.

"Why a fighting demonstration, what else?" replied Dominique.

"Now you're talking," said Rex. "I was hoping for the opportunity to kick
some ass today." Rex was a professional wrestler, and he had kind of a
complex about that. Because their matches are staged, professionals in other
fighting sports such as boxers and ultimate fighters tended to look down on
wrestlers.  

That pissed Rex off. He believed that despite being a professional wrestler,
he was just a tough as the athletes in other fighting sports, and he welcomed
the opportunity to prove it. "Who do you want me to fight? I'll fight any
man here.

"I don't want you to fight a man," said Dominique, "I want you to fight my
mother."

"What?" cried Rex, "I'm not fighting a woman."

Deedee also protested. "Honey, I don't want to fight any of the nice men. I
might hurt them."

"Please, Momma," Dominique said, "It's all just good clean fun."

"Are you sure?" Deedee asked.

"Of course, Momma, and besides, it will help me show the boys just how amazing
you are."

Deedee thought about it for a few seconds and said, "Well, okay; I guess you
know what you're doing."

"Wait a minute," shouted Rex, "I'm NOT fighting any woman!"

Then one of the other fighters said, "Ha! What do you expect from a
professional wrestler? Those guys don't really know how to fight anyway."

"Who said that?" Rex demanded to know. He was furious, and he only grew
angrier when no one would admit to saying it. In fact, he grew so furious
that finally he said, "Fine then! I'll show you who can really fight and who
can't. If I have to beat up a woman to do it, that's okay with me."

As his nickname "Tyrannosaur" implied, Rex was a big man. He was one of the
"giants" of professional wrestling in the tradition of Big Show, The Great
Khali and the awesome Andre the Giant. Tyrannosaur was an even seven feet
tall just like Deedee, but of course, Deedee wore five inch high heels.
Tyrannosaur walked over to her and said, "Why don't you take those heels off?
Or am I going to have to cut you down to size?"

Deedee was not falling for this obvious attempt at intimidation. Instead, she
laughed in his face and said, "You're welcome to try, big man, but I'm not
taking them off without a fight. What "Tyrannosaur" didn't know - indeed what
none of the men present knew - was that nylon stockings, garters and high
heels were more-or-less the official uniform of The Sisterhood of Steel.

"When do we start?" asked Tyrannosaur.

"Not yet," declared Dominique. "We have to pick the other participants.
After all, this is going to be a handicap fight."

"Sure, that makes sense. Giganta can't be expected to fight me all by
herself. Who else am I going to have to fight," he asked.

"No, silly, I didn't mean I needed to get more fighters to help her beat you;
I meant I had to recruit more fighters to help you defeat her."

"Wha? What makes you think I need help beating her?" he asked.

Dominique turned to Deedee and said, "Show him, Momma." Deedee smiled and
slowly began to remove the robe she was wearing. It was only then that the
full majesty of her remarkable body was revealed. Her body was beautiful and
sexy feminine muscle on top of more beautiful and sexy feminine muscle. Her
biceps were almost twice the size of any man's in the room. Her thighs looked
strong enough to crush marble (which indeed they were).

Underneath her robe she wore nothing but a matching bra and panty set. The
bra and panty were frilly and lacey and very girly and sexy. The bra was
strained to the max trying to restrain her impossibly large breasts. One look
at Deedee's unrobed body and every man there - including Tyrannosaur - was
instantly turned-on but also instantly intimidated.

Dominique pointed to her mother and said to Tyrannosaur, "That's why you might
need a little help." For once, he was speechless.

"What's in it for us if we fight her?" asked Raymond "Sugar Ray" Vaughn.
Sugar Ray was a heavyweight boxer who was currently recognized as the number
one contender in three of the major boxing associations. It was widely
believed that Sugar Ray had the most devastating right cross in the world.

"We'll pay one million dollars to any group of five fighters who can defeat my
mother," announced Dominique. Big Jim and Big Jack were slightly alarmed by
this news; it was the first they'd heard of it. However, they were not about
to challenge Dominique in public. They'd much rather lose a million dollars
than suffer the consequences.

"Wait! Is that one million dollars split five ways or one million each?"
asked Elton "Lightspeed" Craigson.

"Each!" replied Dominique. This really concerned Big Jim and Big Jack. They
were afraid that having to pay out five million would mean losing their gym
AND their house. Still, they said nothing.

Dominique was not worried in the least. She could have just as easily offered
them one hundred million each. She knew that all of them put together didn't
stand a chance against her mother.

"Hell, then I'm in," declared Sugar Ray.

"So am I," said Lightspeed. Lightspeed Craigson was a mixed martial artist
fighter known for his amazing speed and agility. Many of his defeated
opponents said afterwards, "I never even saw that last punch coming," or words
very similar to that.

Even with a potential million dollar payout, Dominique had a difficult time
finding two more fighters who were willing to take on Deedee. Once she showed
off her muscular body, most of the fighters were too scared to face off
against her. However, none of them left either. They all wanted to stay and
see Deedee in action. 

Finally Dominique recruited Hyun In-sung and Sanjay Verma to help the others
against Deedee. Sanjay was an Ultimate Fighter originally from India, and
Hyun was a martial arts master specializing in Taekwondo and Jeet Kune Do.
Unlike the other fighters, Hyun was not interested in the prize money. He did
not think that fighting for money was an honorable endeavor. He only accepted
the challenge as a way to test his own abilities  

Deedee's five opponents, Tyrannosaur, Sugar Ray, Lightspeed, Sanjay and Hyun
got together to strategize.

Lightspeed who was a shrewd fighter asked, "Does anyone see anyplace on her
body that looks vulnerable?"

"I don't think so," replied Sugar Ray, "It's hard to find a vulnerable spot on
a brick house." This was his little joke.

"So what kind of strategy do we want to use?" asked Lightspeed.

Tyrannosaur said, "I say we just come at her hard with everything we've got
and kick her beautiful, hard ass!"

"These others are fools," Hyun thought to himself. He did not want to be
associated with fools. He decided that he would hold back and take on Deedee
by himself after she dispatched these others. He was certain she would do so
quickly.

When they were ready, Dominique showed them the areas where they would be
fighting. Rather than use a traditional ring, they would be fighting in
large, mostly open, roped off section of the gym. The area was "mostly open"
because there were several items scattered randomly about. For example, there
was a large pile of neatly stacked concrete blocks. Other items in the area
included a set of five Atlas Stones ranging in weight from one hundred to
one-hundred-and-sixty kilograms. In addition there was another neatly stacked
pile of heavy, four foot long four-by-four inch steel beams. Strangest of
all, there were two five by eight foot, six inch thick brick walls. They were
supported by two metal crossbeams at the bottom. They were standing several
feet apart.

"What is all this stuff?" Big Jim asked Dominique.

"These are just a few things I got had brought in to help Momma with today's
demonstration," she explained.

"How much did all of this cost?" asked Big Jack.

"Why do you want to know?" Dominique asked with irritation in her voice. "I
own this gym, the house, and all the money in the bank. I also own you, and
don't forget it!"

"Yes, Mistress Dominique," he replied with his head bowed in submission.

"I'd hate to have to take you over my knee and spank you in front of all of
these nice people," she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Dominique," he said. Dominique leaned over and kissed
him gently on the mouth as a way to show him that she'd already forgiven him.

"When are we going to get this fight started?" Tyrannosaur shouted.

"Start whenever you want to," instructed Dominique. That was all Sugar Ray
had to hear. His plan was to end it quickly. He ran over to Deedee before
she was fully prepared for him and let fly one of his world famous right
crosses. He landed it squarely on her jaw. Usually when he hit someone like
this he was wearing boxing gloves. He hit Deedee with his bare fist. Instead
or getting a quick victory like he expected, all he got was a shattered right
hand.

He tucked his right hand under his left armpit and doubled over in pain. He'd
made Deedee mad with the cheap shot he'd taken so she unleashed an awesome leg
strike his way. She kicked him so hard that he went flying through the air
ten feet and hit one of the free standing brick walls. Thankfully he was
flying with so much momentum that he crashed through the wall instead of
splattering against it. This was why he woke up the next day in the
hospital. The other way, he never would have woken up.

The next fighter to engage Deedee was Lightspeed Craigson. He ran up to her
and unleashed a barrage of short jabs aimed right into her rock hard, ripped
abdomen. He hit her more than fifty times in a matter of fifteen seconds. An
attack with this much intensity could easily cause permanent injury to even an
experienced professional fighter. It made Deedee laugh.

Hearing her laugh only made Lightspeed increase the speed and the force of his
blows. In the next sixty seconds, he hit her with almost two hundred hard
blows to the stomach. Still, she laughed. Finally in frustration he shouted,
"What are you laughing at, Bitch?!"

"I can't (Ha Ha) help it (Ha Ha); it (Ha Ha) tickles," she replied. But you
still (ha Ha) shouldn't have (ha Ha) called me (Ha Ha) that rude 'B' word."
Because he had called her a bad name, she kicked him too. Again, he went
flying though the air and didn't stop until he landed against the pile of
bricks scattering them and breaking quite a few in the process. He would also
wake up the next day in the hospital.

Tyrannosaur wasted no time. He ran over and picked up one of the four-
by-four inch, four foot long steel beams and charged into Deedee hitting her
with it like a battering ram right into her chest. That made her angry! She
swung her fist at him, but thinking quickly, he raised the beam up to block
her blow. Unfortunately four inches of steel was not nearly enough to stop
one of Deedee's punches. Her fist split the metal bar in two and struck
Tyrannosaur in the face.

He dropped the two metal bars, and then stood their sort of wobbling back and
forth for a few seconds. It was as if his legs could not decide whether or
not to collapse under him. Deedee grabbed him by the back of the neck and
pulled him close to her. "You hit me right in the chest with that metal
beam," she said indignantly. "Let's see what happened when you get hit by my
chest." With that, she twirled back her upper body at the waist and then
quickly came back forward with it. Her huge tits banged into Tyrannosaur's
face with such force that he was knocked almost twenty feet across the room.
He shared his room at the hospital with Lightspeed.

This left only Sanjay and Hyun left to face Deedee. After what he'd seen,
Sanjay was not going to attack with just his fists. Sanjay was a tall, 6'10"
man who was loaded with big muscles. He ran over to the smallest of the Atlas
Stones which weighed one hundred kilograms. He lifted it up over his head and
charged Deedee with it. He intended to slam it down of her head.

Deedee was not afraid of the large blunt object, but she didn't like the
thought of it shattering over her head and getting all of that debris dust in
her hair, so she met it with her first as if came crashing down on her.

Predictable, the stone shattered and created a cloud of dust. Deedee's hammer
like fist descended down from out of the cloud and struck Sanjay on top of his
head. Luckily, his skull was harder than the wooden floor of the gym because
with this one blow, Deedee drove Sanjay up to his calves into floor of the
dojo. He stood there unconscious with his mouth and eyes wide open and his
arm hanging limply at his side. Deedee stepped in and blew on Sanjay with a
blast of air that caused his knees to bend and for him to fall over backwards.

Now it was just Hyun. Unlike the others, he did not try to rush Deedee and
take her by surprise. Indeed he walked over to her in a dignified manner and
said, "Pardon me, Miss Deedee, but I have witnessed that you are a most
formidable opponent. My name is Hyun In-sung, and I am the last of your
opponents. I want you to know that I consider it an honor to be given this
opportunity to engage you in battle. Also I will do my best to prove myself a
worthy opponent. Furthermore, I hope that when this day is finished that you
will remember that one of you opponents approached you with respect and with a
true warrior's heart."

"Well, aren't you just a delightful little spoonful of honey?" she responded.
"I have half a mind to take you somewhere private and spend some time getting
to know you better if you know what I mean, cutie."

When Mark, Danny and Pete heard what sounded like Deedee propositioning Hyun,
they flashed red hot with jealousy. The three of them already considered
themselves her love slaves even though no formal proclamation had been made
yet. They each silently cursed themselves when they considered the
possibility that Deedee might choose others over them. They felt like
absolute idiots when they remembered that just yesterday they were too
reluctant to commit themselves to the superlative Deedee.   

They needn't have worried however because Hyun blushed bright red at Deedee's
proposal. "I believe I do understand your meaning," he said, "And while I am
intrigued and more than a little stimulated by the possibilities of 'getting
to know you better' as you put it, I regret to inform you that I am married
and therefore off-limits."

Deedee struck a sexy pose. "Are you sure about that?" she asked in a sexy,
breathy voice.

Hyun took a very deep breath. Then he took another and another after that.
"I would be lying if I said I was not tempted by your very generous offer, and
I am sure that I will spend the rest of my life wondering how sublime it would
have been to give into temptation this one time. BUT, I have a dear one
waiting for me who has done nothing to deserve such a betrayal. I must
unfortunately say 'No thank you'."

Deedee suspected that if she really turned up the heat that she could have
Hyun begging her on his knees to allow him the privilege of sniffing her
feet. However, she admired his faithfulness to his wife, and decided not to
push it any farther. He also decided to defeat him without causing him any
serious injury.

Deedee took a fighting stance. "Well, cutie, since we can't engage in one
physical activity, let's engage in another." The two began to circle each
other warily.

Hyun was among the smallest men in the group of twenty-five fighters. He is
only 5'8" with a body of lean, wiry muscle. He looked slightly ridiculous
circling the 7'5" (with high heels) Deedee whose arms were bigger than his
legs. He made a few test jabs at the air to gage Deedee's alertness. Deedee
had a hard time not giggling at the earnest South Korean master.

Suddenly, Hyun let fly a flurry of punches followed immediately with an
attempted leg sweep. Deedee expertly blocked every punch with a speed that
was all the more remarkable for her size. She made no attempt to avoid the
leg sweep even though she saw it coming in time to do so. Why should she
avoid it when she knew that it would do Hyun no good? His technique was
flawless, and he caught Deedee in the most vulnerable part of the back of her
leg just behind the knees. Even so . . . his leg sweep didn't budge any part
of Deedee's strong body even a millimeter. He might as well have tried to leg
sweep a five hundred year old redwood.

Once again, Hyun let fly a flurry of punches, this time followed by a flying
roundhouse kick. Everybody watching was impressed that Hyun jumped high
enough to reach Deedee's head.

Just as before, Deedee blocked every punch. In fact, she blocked them so
easily that while she was doing it, she stifled a yawn so as not to hurt
Hyun's feelings. As for the roundhouse kick to her head, she calmly moved her
head back so that Hyun missed her by a quarter of an inch. His foot was so
close to her head that afterwards she advised him to put odor eaters in his
shoes.

After a few more attempts by Hyun to penetrate Deedee's defenses, Deedee said,
"Look, Hyun, you're very good for a man. I almost even consider you a worthy
opponent. But surely by now you know that there is no way you are going to
beat me. You can't even touch me unless I allow it, and you're starting to
slow down. Meanwhile, I've been defending myself at about one quarter speed,
and I can keep this up all day and night. I'd rather not move offensively
against you, because I might hurt you, and I don't want that. Why don't you
just give up so we can end this?

"While I see the wisdom in what you are saying, Miss Deedee, I'm afraid that
neither my honor nor my sense of pride will allow me to surrender yet,"
explained Hyun.

"Pride! Male pride! When are sillies going to figure out that pride is the
main thing that holds your gender back? If it wasn't for male egos you guys
might have a chance at equality with women. As it is, as long as you hold on
to your male pride, women will remain the superior gender." As she made her
little speech, Deedee could not resist doing a double biceps flex. As the
assembled men watched her huge biceps expand to their full 36" (That's three
feet in diameter!) they couldn't help but be turned-on. The few who were not
already hard watching Deedee in her lacy bra and panties, stockings and
garters outfit soon were.

"Again, Miss Deedee, I believe that there is much wisdom in your words,
however-"

Deedee didn't wait for him to finish. Instead, she went over and picked up
one of the four-by-four, four foot steel beams and held it at both ends in her
hands. Her eyed locked on Hyun's when, with only a slight grunt of effort,
Deedee squeezed the steel bar crushing it like it was an accordion! Next she
broke a four inch length off the end of another one of the bars. She had what
was essentially a four-by-four-by-four inch steel cube. She placed it in the
palm of her left hand. Then she placed her right hand on top of it, and,
again with very little effort, she smashed the cube flat to one half inch
thickness!

"I yield," said Hyun.

Deedee bowed to him and said, "You were a wise and worthy adversary, Hyun -
for a man."

Now that Deedee had defeated her five opponents, she turned to the assembled
men whose eyed were glued to her slightest move. "How many of you men have
erections right now?" she asked. Everyone but Hyun and the four unconscious
men raised their hands. "Hyun, I want you to leave now," Deedee said.

"Why?" asked Hyun.

"Because what I'm going to do next would be too great a temptation for you to
resist. You would end up being unfaithful to your wife in spirit even if you
were not unfaithful in action."

Hyun bowed to Deedee and said, "Thank you, Miss Deedee; I will heed your
warning." With that, he turned and left.

Deedee turned back to the watching crowd of men and said, "If any of the rest
of you wishes to leave for personal reasons, now is your chance." They all
stayed.

After calling ambulances to take away Sugar Ray, Lightspeed, Tyrannosaur and
Sanjay, Deedee told the gathered men, "Now I'm going to put on a demonstration
of power and beauty the likes that none of you have ever seen before. I
expect you to jerk off while watching my demonstration. In fact I demand it.
However, I forbid any of you to ejaculate until I have given you my
permission. Any one of you who does so prematurely will be forced to leave
before my show is over."

There were twenty-five men in the gym at that time - the twenty invited
fighters who were left and the five Anderson men. Every man there except for
Big Jim and Big Jack pulled out their dicks in anticipation of what Deedee was
going to show them. Big Jim and Big Jack WANTED to pull out their cocks too,
but they were afraid that Dominique might punish them if they did. They
reasoned that she might not like it if she realized that they were even more
turned on by her mother than they were her.

Dominique looked at their two long, sad faces and realized what was going on.
She decided that it was time for her to take matters into her own hand, and
that's just what she did. She went over to her two love-slaves and said,
"Pull out your dicks."

"Huh?" asked Big Jack. He was not expecting this instruction.

Dominique gave him a saucy smile. "I said, 'Pull out your dicks,' so do it
right now!"

Big Jim and Big Jack both complied. Those other men who had a clear look at
the brothers' cocks immediately felt inferior. They'd never seen as much
man-meat as the elder Anderson brothers carried around. "Good God!" one of
them exclaimed.

Dominique went up to them and grabbed one in each hand. That's right," she
said, "And all of this lovely penis belongs to me." She then led the two men
out by their one-eyed love monsters. She led them to the dojo's office area.
She wanted some alone time with her two men. Most of all, she didn't want to
lose them to her own mother.

"Alright, is everyone whose still here staying?" asked Deedee. There were
several affirmative responses so Deedee said, "Okay then, everyone pull up
some floor, pull out those dicks and let the games begin!"

Mark, Danny and Pete were front and center watching as Deedee began doing sexy
muscles poses. As she did, she couldn't help noticing that now that Big Jim
and Big Jack were gone, their sons had the biggest cocks in the room.

She flexed her arms, she flexed her legs and she turned her back to the
audience and flexed her sexy glutes. Every man watching was busy pumping his
dick as Deedee showed off her sexy body from every angle. In fact, for one
guy it was all too much and against Deedee's orders he shot his wad all over
the floor. Despite the impressive amount of spunk he produced, Deedee was
true to her word and sent him on his way.

Next she began to show off her strength and martial arts skills. For example,
she had Danny and Pete come up to the front with their big dicks still hanging
out. (In fact, she insisted that they leave them out on display.) She had the
two young men stack some of the concrete bricks that had not been broken when
Lightspeed crashed into them. She had them pile the bricks into two neat
stacks three feet apart. Then she had her assistants stack three of the metal
beams on top of the blocks one on top of the other. When they were finished
Deedee came down with a ferocious chop that broke the three metal bars in
two.

This was not merely a demonstration of strength. It was also a demonstration
of skill because she hit the bars in the middle with enough pressure to break
clean through them and yet with enough precision to leave the concrete bricks
unharmed.

After that, she directed Mark to join his cousins. She had them divide the
remaining unbroken concrete blocks into three piles. Each man had a pile of
fifteen bricks. They formed an equilateral triangle with sides five feet
apart with the piles of bricks forming the points of the triangle. Deedee
them places herself in the middle.

From this position, it was impossible for her to see more than one of the boys
directly at a time. She instructed them, when she gave the signal to begin
heaving bricks at her from three different directions. When they protested
that they didn't wish to throw bricks at her, she told them to "Hush and do
what I tell you to do." This effectively ended all protest.

As added incentive, she promised to titty fuck any man who was able to hit her
with a brick. Then she counted one, two, and three and signaled to them to
begin throwing the bricks.

What followed was a beautiful ballet of destruction. Deedee spun, twirled,
twisted and gyrated seemingly in every direction at once. As she did she
kicked and punched every brick tossed at her turning them each instantly into
clouds of dust. She seemed to have a sixth sense that told her over and over
from what direction the next brick was coming a second before it had a chance
to connect.

At one point, the dust cloud got so thick that it was hard to see Deedee
moving around in the middle. It almost looked like a miniature tornado except
that every second or so a powerful arm or leg would emerge to turn another
brick into dust.

Even this crowd that was largely made up of martial arts masters was
dumbstruck by Deedee's speed, skill and precision. If Lightspeed had been
there to witness this display, he would have understood what real speed was.

Time seemed to stand still as Deedee destroyed all those bricks in midair. It
seemed to go on for an hour when in reality it was over in less than ninety
seconds. Much to their disappointment none of the younger Anderson men would
receive their desired prize.

This display was also enough to make two more of her men spill their sperm on
the floor. Of course, they had to leave then.

Next, Deedee went over to the four remaining Atlas Stones. The heaviest one
was one-hundred-and-sixty kilograms. Miraculously, in front of everyone, she
lifted the heaviest one, tossed it into the air high enough so that she
grabbed the next heaviest one and tossed it up as well. Within a few seconds,
she was actually juggling three of the massive artificial stones.

Seeing this made two more from the audience lose control and get sent home.

Deedee still had two surprises left. She revealed that off in a secluded
corner of the gym was hidden Dominique's four thousand pound barbell from
home. A few nights before, Mark, Danny and Pete spied on Dominique and
watched her do over one hundred overhead reps with this massive weight.

The barbell was made up of ten four hundred pound plates on a special extra
thick bar that weighed one hundred pound. Deedee instructed eight of the
fighters to go over and roll the massive barbell over to her. When they did,
to everyone's utter amazement, she reached down and lifted the titanic weight
completely over her head. With one hand. With. One. Hand.

She then proceeded to quickly pump out one hundred reps with each arm. At
this point three more men popped their corks and were force to leave. Most of
the men still watching and masturbating were dying to explode. The others
just wanted to very badly!

Finally, Deedee said, "Some of you might be wondering what the brick wall is
here for. It's for a little exhibition I wanted to put on for all of you.
Unfortunately, one of the walls was inadvertently broken, so I can only do
this once."

Deedee backed up until she was about thirty feet from the wall. Before she
got started she said, "Oh yes, before I get started, I have to remove my
bra." Just her saying it brought a collective moan of pleasure from the
masturbating mob. One more man sprayed his spunk early and had to go. When
she actually took her bra off, five more men lost control and were sent home.

Deedee lowered her head and charged towards the brick wall. It looked like
she was going to ram it head first. Instead, just before she reached the
wall, she shot her upper body up and forcefully trusts her breasts forward.
She came to an abrupt halt less than half an inch from the wall. The momentum
of her speed and the trusting forward of her massive tits caused a shock wave
that shattered the wall as if it was hit by a two ton wrecking ball. She
destroyed the wall with the force of her tits without even touching it!

At this point all but three of the remaining men shot their wads. There were
literally gallons of man-milk in huge puddles all over the gym floor. Men -
trained professional athletes in excellent shape - were passing out from the
force of their own orgasms and collapsing on the sperm filled floor.

The three men who held out? You guessed it; it was Mark, Danny and Pete.
They proved once and for all that they were true Anderson men who could take
it.

Deedee went over and scooped up the boys - her boys - in her immensely
powerful, superhuman arms and hugged them tightly to her gargantuan naked
tits. "I'm taking you three back to your house right now. I can't wait to
get you back there so that I can fuck, fuck, fuck, the living daylights out of
you. I'm going to show you boys pleasures you never dreamed possible. I'm
going to make you the three happiest boys on the whole planet because from now
on, you boys belong to Deedee.

As she carried them towards the exit Mark asked, "But who's going to clean up
this mess?"

"When we get to my limo, I'll call Dominique and tell her to get your father's
to take care of it."

"Uh, I'm not sure that will be cool with them," said Pete.  

"Well, babies, it'll have to be cool with them because Deedee's moving in, and
that means that from now on, Deedee's large and in charge."

True to her word, Deedee took the boys home and thrilled them in ways they
never dared imagine. The next day she moved onto the second floor with the
boys. She personally knocked out one of the walls turning two smaller
bedrooms into one large one that the five of them shared.

Also true to her word, she became the undisputed master of the Anderson home.
Next was Dominique. After that, it was kind of hard to say. On the one hand
the younger Anderson men had influence because they were Deedee's slaves. On
the other hand, the older Anderson men still had the authority that comes with
being the younger ones' fathers. In the end however, all of the man were
slaves to the two powerful women in their lives.

This arrangement made everyone very happy.

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