Sisterhood of Evil - Part 4

Agent Miki awoke, moaning softly as her eyes adjusted to ceiling lights and the blurry figure standing over her. The fingers shaking her cheeks focused the phantom into Lady Raquel.
"Where...?" asked Miki, her head beginning to ache.
"Welcome to the Magnifying Room, Agent Miki! And you, too, Power Princess!"
"Untie us, Raquel!!" Power Princess, already conscious, yelled.
"Why would I do that?" Lady Raquel gloated at the super heroines struggling to free themselves from the ropes that bound them to a long table.
"What have you planned for us?" demanded Agent Miki.
"Turn your eyes to the large magnifying glass suspended between yourselves and the skylight!" Lady Raquel knelt beside her long time arch enemy Power Princess. "It is now 11:40 in the morning. The sun will reach its apogee through that window above us. When that happens, the intense light rays of the noon sun will be concentrated by this specially designed magnifying glass, creating a laser beam. As the sun moves on its course, so will the laser, with you and Miss Miki..."
"Agent Miki!" insisted Miki.
"Yeah, whatever!...you two will be in the direct path of the laser beam!"
"You bitch, Raquel!" Power Princess shouted.
"Oh, such hurtful language from the duo committed to virtue and the punishment of evil doers!" Lady Raquel pulled a switch close to the exit, moving the magnifying glass into place. "Looks like this duo is about to become a quartet! I hate to...split!..ladies, because parting is such sweet sorrow!"
Lady Raquel laughed sinisterly and went out the exit.

Max peaked around the corner in time to see Lady Raquel walk from the Magnifying Room. Standing at the entrance was Gwen.
Glancing back to the dark end of the hallway, Max checked the two Funjin Corporation female security guards, unconscious and bound securely. Then Max considered how to take Gwen out the situation. He could use his last tranq dart, but he may need it while making an escape. The only alternative was to rush Gwen and deliver a neck chop ko.
Gwen is a nice girl, he decided, for a Sisterhood of Evil agent and she's a great fuck, so Max went easy on her.
"OOOHHH!" the sudden sting in her lower calf made Gwen blurt. Then she was light headed and very happy. Gwen barely felt the cold marble of the floor smack her in the face.
Max quickly pulled the empty dart from Gwen's leg and pressed the sleeping girl's palm onto the electronic door ID scanner. When the entrance "whooshed" open, Max gently placed Gwen in a corner, kissed her affectionately and ran inside the Magnifying Room.

"Max!!" both women yelled out at once. Already the sun was in the skylight, moving the laser beam inexorably toward Power Princess.
"Max??" they asked each other in exasperated confusion.
"I'll explain later! We need to get both of you free!" Removing a small, sharp knife from his pocket, Max rapidly cut at the ropes holding the crime fighters in place.
"How do you know Power Princess?" Miki demanded, more annoyed than surprised.
"Are you with Miki, also, Max?"
"Well, yes, I've been involved with both you ladies at the same time!" admitted Max as he pulled the ropes from Power Princess' legs. "And it the happiest I've ever been in a relationship, to be honest..."
When the last rope fell away, Power Princess leaped from the table as the laser nearly nicked her thigh. Removing her own mini laser device from her utility belt, Power Princes freed Miki from the laser's path.
"Start talking Max!" ordered Miki, getting in her lover's face.
"We need to get out now," Max urged. "We can fight about this later!"
As they moved to the exit, the door whooshed open and there stood Lady Raquel, Cathy and two security guards.
"Max Haig, how nice to see you!" Raquel said, pointing a gun at his chest. "I just found Agent Gwen resting outside. I was wondering how she got in that condition, you feckless bastard!"
Before Max could respond, Power Princess broke in. "I know all about the Mabuse computer virus!"
Raquel furrowed her brows unhappily. "Really? That means I have to kill you first!"
Agent Miki leaped forward, kicking the gun from Raquel's hand. Cathy and the guards surged forward.
Max grabbed Cathy by the arm and flung her across the room. She smashed the table to pieces when she landed. Power Princess and Agent Miki fought the guards, exchanging punches until the female security officers lay sprawled on the ground, out cold.
As Lady Raquel reached for her pistol, Power Princess kicked it away and yanked her to her feet.
Immediately she grabbed Raquel's right arm and twisted it behind the bad girl's back.
"Where is Professor Rabor?"
"With the other scientists!" sneered Raquel. "Go to hell! I'll tell you nothing!"
"Are you sure, Lady Raquel?" asked Miki, holding a small spray can to Lady Raquel's face. She fired a jet of pink gas under the villain's nose.
Lady Raquel tried to pull away and then agged into Max's arms. She nearly went completely to sleep, but remembered what a shinny, cotton candy day it was.
"Lollipops..." Raquel murmured.
"Where are the scientists being held?" asked Power Princess.
"Funjin Corporation has a research and development center in Los Angeles," Raquel whispered happily. "They're putting the finishing touches on the computer virus right now..."
"Will the Mabuse virus drain all the financial accounts in the world if it is released?"
Raquel laughed slowly, like an exhausted child. "Of course..."
"When will the virus be activated?" Power Princess asked.
"Not...gonna..tell.."
Lady Raquel went into deep sleep. Max let her fall on the floor. "We need to get back to Justice Force headquarters and regroup!" Power Princess said.
A loud "oooohhh" rose from the other side of the room. Cathy had sat up amind the destroyed table and rubbed her head groggily. "Wha ... happened?"
Max darted behind her and urged Cathy to go back to sleep. His judo neck chop sent the girl back to floor, peacefully asleep.
"All right, now let's go!" he said as they made for the door.

Pretty Young Thing

Missy's first time in love was with Serena. The emotions weren't adult love, seasoned love from experience, but a massive excitement, a mania to be with Serena continually.
Serena noticed the 18 year old girl's adoration while Missy was learning to work the speed bag. She knew it was Missy's first time. Just starting college, Serena guessed correctly. Nearing 30, Serena appeared older to Missy, because Serena was the mother of a year old daughter and maternity gave her a regal bearing.
Locker room gossip whispered that the same man fathered Serena's child, also fathered a son with Serena's female lover, Anjanette and that the trio were raising the children together. The other rumor, that Serena still engaged in flings with other women, made Missy's heart race.
After a few weeks of hesitation, Missy's hormones overcame her timidity and she spoke to Serena, complimenting her on how good Serena's well developed body looked in her high-cut, one piece bathing suit. Missy kept touching Serena's long curly hair, asking how she got it that way. Later that day, Serena invited Missy to be her sparring partner.
"To see what you've got," explained Serena. Missy barely contained her excitation.

Serena tested the young girl, keeping close to her, checking how rapidly she blocked and threw punches. As the session progressed, Missy moved faster, trying to land more punches than Serena checked.
The last punch Serena threw moved effortlessly. She didn't think about her action, but put all her weight behind the left upper cut to Missy's exposed chin.
A blaze of white light erupted in Missy's head, followed instantly by a burst of stars which showered everywhere.
The young girl first staggered and then swayed lightly on her feet, eyes drifting shut. Missy submitted to the surge of relaxation that engulfed her body and sank backwards into darkness.
"You put her out cold, Serena!"
"Yeah!" Serena's voice was vibrant with triumph and lust. Her eys drank in the unconscious Missy, flat on her back, her right glove resting on her belly. "She's sleeping like a damn baby!"
"It was a sparring match!" Emma the Ref chastised her friend. "She didn't expect a punch like that!"
Serena nodded her agreement. "I know!"
"Her pulse is okay..Jesus, Serena, that was wrong! Missy is a beginner!"
Serena agreed. "I wonder if she knows what she is!...Missy is gorgeous when she's like this!"
Emma rolled her eyes, reminding herself how messed up Serena's mind really was.
"Help me get her to the recovery room, Serena!"
Missy dreamt, for the five minutes she was knocked out, that she had sex with Wonder Woman and then that Serena was the warrior-queen of the Amazons and Missy was her lover and companion.

For two weeks Serena went missing from the gym, enjoying her time as stay home mom for the babies. Being knocked out cold by Serena made Missy pine for her even more and she mentally recalled how Serena grinned at her just before the lights went out.
"How about a real fight this time, Missy?" Serena offered, almost demanded, when she reappeared. The couple were alone in the women's locker room.
"Yeah!...Sure!" responded Missy, eyes dilated.
Serena set the match for the next day and gave Missy a long, intense kiss before she strutted from the room.

Their fight was longer than the last, but ended the same way. Missy spent rounds one and two getting worked over. By the third, Missy hung from the ropes, Serena pounding her body. Serena let up for a moment and saw in her opponent's eyes exactly what she expected: glassy confusion and sexual arousal.
"You are a submissive!" Serena whispered into the dazed Missy's ear and gave her a kiss. Missy watched placidly as Serena first kissed her own glove and then cocked it back. "Who's you're mommy, Missy?!"
Missy seemed to consider for a moment. "Y...ore...my moma..."
BAM!!!
Scorching electricity filled Missy's body and she dropped face first onto the canvass. Missy settled into the warm darkness of after glow and was unconscious.
"8...9..10! You're out!" Emma yelled above the spectator's cheers.
Serena raised her gloves in triumph and glanced down at Missy's cute ass cheeks peeking out of her hiked up shorts and said: "Sleep tight, my pretty young thing!"
Serena carried Missy from the ring like a groom transport the bride to their wedding bed.

Andrea Pistons Part 2

Andrea remained in her deep slumber, sagging on the turnbuckle. Andrea's seconds were rapidly massaging her neck, calling out her name like they were yelling down a dark well. The seconds were baffled as to what to do when she didn't respond and stood there gawking at the unconscious fighter until the ref handed them a beer pitcher overflowing with cold water. One girl threw the contents onto Andrea's face. Her entire body sprang from the folding chair as if ligthening had struck from behind. Andrea gasped in air and shook her head to clear her vision. Half yelled curses shot from her lips along with the water that dripped from her soaked hair. I could even hear her calling me "that fucking asshole!"
When the ref asked if she could continue, Andrea glared at me and shook her head "yes!" We were waved back to the center of the ring.
Andrea looked even sexier with her dripping wet hair.
"Congratulations on knocking me out, prick!" she sneered, with the clear, precise tone of a truly angry female. "But I've got two guys after you to fuck up, so let's get to dismantling you!"
Our brawl began instantly. Thrilled by the lunatic fury radiating from Andrea's eyes, I stood still and took the complete fury of her assault. Strategic retreat would have been my tactic if I'd been fighting with my brain and not my cock. But Andrea and I were on another level, each fighter wanting to level the other completely.
Our fists bashed each other faster and faster. I worked Andrea's body, especially her midsection, hoping to wear her down and deliver a second knockout punch. I threw punches faster than my opponent, but power was Andrea's strength as a boxer.
Andrea ducked a straight right to her head and pounded my side below the ribs. My body jack knifed sideways from the sharp agony. Her right hooked my chin, sending me across the ring.
Andrea was on top of me in seconds, fists pounding all over. Crowding me into a neutral corner, Andrea hit me so hard my vision blurred and rattled. Andrea cursed me in Spanish and white electricity illuminated my body.
My entire body relaxed and I remembered how cute Desiree looked in the blue flannel pajamas I bought her for Christmas.
A bolt of electricity struck me again and I smiled, feeling sleep wash over me.I heard the distant sound of my body smacking the canvas and nothing.

From blackness, I saw white. The white focused into Andrea straddling my waist. dressed only in panties, a tight T-shirt and a smile. We were in her bed in the RV she used to travel the boxing circuit.
"You were out for awhile Peter," Andrea purred, straigthening herself up. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs and hooked my thumbs to the bottom of the red panties, slowly bringing them down from her hips.

Andrea and I had sex through the night and late into Sunday morning. I didn't want to leave, but at 11 a.m. Andrea insisted, saying she had to be in Philadelphia that night.
"You were good Peter," Andrea told me as we stood in the doorway of her RV, parked behind the bar.
"Thanks, Andrea. You were incredible! There's no rush, is there, just a little while longer?"
I gave her a long, sexual kiss that always worked with Desiree.
"See you around Peter!" Andrea said in my ear.
WHAP!!
Andrea's left hook knocked me out instantly.
I came around in the driver seat of my car. It was ten minutes before I was focused enough to drive home.

Andrea Pistons

While I work on the next installment of the serial, here's a short subject!

I first saw Andrea "Pistons" Pistone, a raven haired, big tited girl of medium height, in a bar on Route 46. I'd say it was a year before our match. She was the star fighter among a group of women who worked a circuit of bars and clubs in northern New Jersey.
While Andrea occasionally fought other women, mixed bouts were her specialty and obvious passion. No one could remember her losing a fight to a guy. Not that most of the competition in those smoky highway dives were in prime shape. They were horny drunks who paid a hundred dollars to have Andrea clobber them until they abruptly found themselves either on the canvas, sprawled on a couch outside the ring or surrounded by very concerned looking EMTs.
I walked in at the end of Andrea's fourth match, too late to sign up for a fight. It didn't matter much; my girl Desiree was with me. Dez had given up boxing herself because she was pregnant with our first child and was not temperamentally inclined toward seeing her boyfriend making close physical contact with a hot female boxer.
Dez and I cheered along with most of the females at the bar for Andrea as she prepared to end the bout. Her fists moved like the cylinders of her nickname, pounding the guy, well built and in his early 20s, with lefts and rights to his head and body.
Then Andrea stepped back to scrutinize her work. The guy barely hung on the ropes, knees buckled, eyes opening and closing. Andrea slugged him in the gut, thrilled to see her victim double over. A "WHAP!" echoed around the bar, followed by the crash of his inert body to the canvas.
A climax of cheers greeted the ref's "10...you are out!"
We watched Andrea do her victory strut from the ring.
"Think you could take her, Peter, honey?" Dez asked me, sipping her coke, as we enjoyed the leg show Andrea was giving the spectators.
"I'd knock out by round three," I answered.
Dez smiled at the exiting fighter. "Good night, mama!" Dez sighed.

The birth of our daughter Jill didn't leave much time to daydream about the return of Andrea. The list of fighters I trained had grown in the months that passed and Dez, on maternity leave from her office job, had taken quickly to motherhood. One of the other trainers at my gym told me Andrea was back on the boxing circuit and would be in our area in two weeks.
That night I told Dez she needed a little vacation and should visit her sister Serena, who had yet to see baby Jill, in Cape May. Dez left with Jill the weekend Andrea arrived in town.

As the third of five men to fight Andrea that night, I watched my two predecessors carried out of the squared circle, limp and spark out in the arms of the female attendants. Andrea looked at me from her corner, prepared to leave me in the same condition.
"Ready to do this, hammer dick?" Andrea asked me as we circled each other, throwing punches.
"You don't know for how long!" I answered.
As we bashed each other, I pressed against Andrea as much as possible, forcing her into a corner and delivering lefts and rights to her head and torso. Andrea figured out my plans to knock her out quickly as possible and kept her distance, only attacking when she could freely dart in and away.
"Doing good, Peter, for a horn dog about to take a nap!" Andrea smiled like a panther ready to strike.
My right hook jolted the side of Andrea's face.
Andrea's eyes went wide from shock and sharp pain. The left upper cut detonated on her chin in mid stagger and I delivered a pair of left-right combos to the gut.
I watched the almost sensual beauty of Andrea crouched over, arms instinctively protecting her midsection. My from the floor upper cut bounced Andrea off the ropes and left her standing flat footed right in front of me.
Male voices demanded that I finish her, but another punch would be pointless.
The irises in Andrea's eyes vanished into her head. Her entire body folded inward and then slammed to the canvas.
Completely unconscious and supine, Andrea was face down, mouth barely open, revealing a small portion of her pink tongue.
Screams came from all over the bar. I was the first opponent, male or female, to put Andrea to sleep in the ring.
Andrea burbled a few names over and over, dreaming in her deep slumber. The dejected male spectators cursed loudly when the bell ended the count at "six."
I watched, intensely aroused, the out cold Andrea lifted from the canvas, legs and forearms swaying, and carried to her corner. The ref shoved me back to my chair, where I watched the female attendants work to revive Andrea.

Sisterhood of Evil- Part 3

Power Princess and Agent Miki were eager to fill each other in on the details of the new man in their lives. Curiously, they were both in love with a guy named Max. Power Princess had met him the condiments section of the supermarket, where she shopped as her true identity, Jackie Ellison. She heard his voice ask for her jar of honey and Power Princess nearly swooned.
Agent Miki first encountered her Max when he challenged her to a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. To her memory, Max knocked her cold twice in the ring and then they spent the night together. Miki dreamt she got beaten up by a tall, lovely Chinese woman that same night, but that was just a dream. Max was real and they were together every free moment Miki had.
But the new assignment from Justice Force distracted them: solve the disappearance of Prof. Thornton Robur, one of the world's leading computer program writers.
Interviews with his family and friends gave the two super heroines little to go on. Robur had scarcely spoken of the project he was working on for the Funjin Corporation, known worldwide as the first multinational to be run almost completely by women.
"It will revolutionize everything in finance," Robur cryptically informed his eldest son. Five days later he went to work as usual and never returned.
"We saw him walk out from work smiling and whistling as always," the Funjin Corp. security director told Miki and Power Princess. Like so many of the middle and upper management at Funjin, the security director was a tall, beautiful Nordic-looking woman, who towered over Miki.
"What was the nature of the project Prof. Robur was developing at the time he vanished?" Power Princes asked Jake Wilder, one Robur's two supervisors.
Jake didn't reply. His attention was focused on a spot just below Power Princess' neck.
"My eyes are up here, Mr. Wilder!" Power Princess asserted.
Jake's head jerked upwards. "Oh?...yes, I was...Prof. Robur was developing an ultra high speed credit transfer software. He was very secretive about it, right Ethan?"
Ethan Draper, the other supervisor, a few years younger than Wilder, smiled at the two crime fighters. "Yes, didn't say much to us at all." He looked Agent Miki over. "The working name of the program was 'Mabuse.' You have lovely eyes, Agent Miki!"
"I do!?...Thank you, Mr. Draper, but I', helping conduct a criminal investigation right now."
"How close was he to completion?" Power Princess asked.
"Near to done as far as we could tell," answered Jake. "The last two weeks, Robur was writing code furiously. Would you like a drink, Miss Princess?"
Jake was already at the office's wet bar, pouring himself a straight whiskey.
"I don't drink on duty...did you gentlemen read any of the code?"
"Some, but we didn't understand any of it," Ethan said.
"How can you two direct a software development project and not understand computer languages?" Miki asked.
Laughter erupted between the two men. "We just had to make sure Prof. Robur met his deadlines," Ethan went on. "We're originally managers from the manufacturing departments..women's sportswear and intimate apparel. That is a very effectively designed costume, Miss Miki!"
"Agent Miki!" the crime fighter insisted. "I suspect Jake and Ethan are holding out on us."
"I do, to!" Power Princess walked slowly toward Jake, stopping to glance at a framed picture of a young, smiling blond on his desk. "These two need alternate persuasion."
"They do at that!" Miki moved on Ethan with a seductive languor.

An hour later Power Princess and Agent Miki dragged the happily exhausted Jake and Ethan back to their offices from the adjoining rooms. They dumped the two satisfied men on the couch and surveyed their work.
"I didn't know the interview would be like this!" Jake exhaled contentedly. "Did I tell you everything you needed to know?"
"You gave me everything I needed!" Power Princess gave Jake a long kiss. "Thanks for all the details of the Mabuse program."
"And me?" Ethan asked Agent Miki, his eyes glassy.
"In between all those orgasms we had, you were very informative about what could happen if the program fell into the wrong hands." Miki, too, kissed her lover. "Let's give them a reward for being so cooperative."
"Definitely!" Power Princess agreed.
WHAP!!!
POW!!!
The punches from the lady crime fighters put Jake and Ethan out for the night.
"Damn that felt great!" Power Princess exclaimed.
"Where do we go next?" Miki asked.
"How about to dreamland!?" a voice familiar to Power Princess suggested from behind.
SMACK!!!
THWACK!!
Lady Raquel black jacked first Agent Miki and then Power Princess behind the ear.
"Hey..Miki..."
Power Princess' voice was dreamy and her vision blurry.
"Yeaaahhhh?" Miki's eyes went suddenly cross and both girls smiled.
"We...ve...be...en..."
"Cold...cocked..."
Both went to the floor with a loud thud.
Gwen and Cathy stepped out from behind Lady Raquel, who savored having her arch enemy sprawled at her feet.
"Got them good boss!" said Gwen while popping her bubble gum.
"They're still awake!" Cathy blurted.
Lady Raquel looked at her moaning captives. "You can do honors, ladies!"
Gwen hauled Agent Miki to her feet. The groggy girl's eyes were barely open. She babbled about tigers and teddy bears.
"Just like old times!" Cathy sneered.
WHAP!!
Cathy's right hook put Miki's lights completely out.
Lady Raquel lifted the semi conscious Power Princess upright.
"OOOOFFFF!!" shot from Power Princess' lips when Cathy landed a gut shot.
SOCK!!
Stars sparkled in Power Princess' head and she was asleep, slumped like a rag doll.
"Take them both to the magnifying room!" Lady Raquel ordered. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment, Power Princess!"

Sisterhood of Evil - Part 2

Max had read and reread the file on Miki Huang, also known as Agent Miki in Justice Force, a day before their match. He had gone to the gym where Power Princess' partner worked out and gave her a challenge.
Miki was the perfect foil to the statuesque Power Princess. As Gwen and Cathy tied up Max's boxing gloves, he eyed his opponent's compact, but nicely proportioned body for a weak point. resting above Miki's pert breasts, he saw the flaw in her defense.
"Didn't think you'd make it, Mr....?" Miki asked with taunting arrogance as she faced Max in the center of the ring. That Max was an inch taller than her triggered excitement in the girl. She wondered how hard Max was going to hit her.
"Mr. Max, you can call me for now," said Max. They touched gloves. "When you come around, we'll talk about what you'll call me."
Mike let out a laugh and the buzzer screeched.
The psychological profile worked up by the Sisterhood of Evil for Max informed him that Miki was a happy submissive who acted aggressively to provoke males into subjecting her. A poor quality in a crime fighter, Max decided as they circled each other, calculating when to strike at Miki.
Miki swung at Max excitedly, her eyes feverishly wide. Max dodged the first two punches and deliberately took the the third on the side of his face.
"That was pretty good, Miki, that stung," Max told her. "Hey, wait, Miki! take your glasses off so you don't get hurt!"
"Thanks, I forgot!" As Miki removed her black rimmed glasses carefully, Gwen jumped into the ring and snapped the spectacles away, declaring she'd take of them.
"Okay Mr. Max, you useless man, get ready for a beat down! I'm ready!" Mike said, blinking her eyes to adjust to her blurry vision.
"Me, too, Miki!"
BAM!!
Max's left hook caught flush on Miki's chin, lifting her off her feet and into a Fourth of July fireworks display. Miki seemed to float fore ever among the bright lights. When she finally flopped on the canvas, Miki was semi conscious, enchanted by the luminous ceiling lights.
"Hey Miki, wake up!" pulled Miki to clarity. Max and Gwen were lifting her up.
"I was...strawberry ice cream?...what happened?" Miki looked around, confused.
"You got knocked out," Max explained, sweetly. "You're going to have to do better if we're going to box."
"Box with you? Sure...."
Max raised Miki's fists to chest level and positioned one glove in front of her chin. "Ready Miki?"
Miki looked into her opponent's eyes and felt a wave of pure lust move through her.
"Package acquired and ready for transport," Gwen remarked drolly to Max.
"You have a package for me?" Miki asked, brightly.
"Yes, I do, sweetheart!"
Max pushed Miki's fists back down and hammered a second left hook on her chin. Miki's head popped back. She was dazed, stiff as a board and smiling. Gwen stepped behind her as Cathy casually walked up to the young crime fighter.
"Biao zi!" Cathy said to Miki and disdainfully nudged Miki's chest with her index finger. The knocked out crime fighter relaxed and pitched downward into Gwen's extended arms, melting into unconsciousness.
"Cathy, we need to discuss your language when this job is over," Max remarked as the two girls carried the super heroine out of the boxing ring.

Miki woke to find herself at home, in bed and Max seated beside. As he checked how she was feeling and found out more about her, Gwen and Cathy went over Miki's apartment, downloading information from her computer and lap top. If the pair of spies made any noise, Miki was soon too occupied to hear them.
While Miki slept, Max got dressed and went out to his is associates.
"Took Agent Miki above and beyond, eh Max?" asked Gwen, popping her bubble gum and grinning sarcastically. Cathy only glared at him intently. Max ignored the provocations.
"Got everything from the computers?" he asked. When Cathy, the computer expert failed to answer, Gwen said yes. "Excellent. I'll gas her and we can get out of here."
As Max took a small aerosol spray can of ko gas developed by the Sisterhood of Evil from his pocket, Cathy snatched it from his hand. "I'll do it!" she insisted gleefully.
"Hey who let you in?" Miki said, springing out of bed when Cathy strode in. "Where's Max!?"
"I gave him some of this," Cathy sprayed a jet of gas into Miki's face. "You won't remember this of course. You are only going to recall getting koed by Max and then having sex with him."
Miki felt elated and light, the whole world was going black. As her victim fell, Cathy grabbed and sat her on the edge of the bed. "You understand, Agent Miki?"!
"Yeaaaaaahhhhh!"
WHAP!
Cathy fist cracked on Miki's jaw. With a deep sigh, Miki hit her pillow, out cold.

Sisterhhod of Evil - Part 1

Max held two hardcover books, one in each hand. In the right was Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence. The left hand supported, with difficulty, Juliette by Marquise de Sade.
Looking at the back of Power Princess' head as she sat on the couch a few feet away, Max Haig thought about the African-American super heroine's reading habits. Lawrence was a great writer, maybe a genius, but De Sade was completely unreadable. He silently replaced the English novel on the shelf where he had found it and, grasping Juliette with both hands, he moved quietly behind Power Princes.
Max swung down the book from behind his right shoulder, slamming the back of the female crime fighter's head, just above her long pony tail of black hair.
WHOMP!!!
Pain shot through the Princess' skull and then she was numb all over. Her hands fell away from the lap top she was using and slipped onto the cushions.
Power Princess moaned as her eyes crossed and a smile curled on her face. Power Princess went out and her body slumped over sideways.
Max dropped the book on the floor and walked to the unconscious crime fighter. He took her pulse, which was normal, and then thumbed the girl's eyelids.
"Out cold, pleasant dreams!" he said, gently brushing the girl's cheek.
"Package acquired and ready for transport!" Max said into the small earphone that protruded from his left ear.
Power Princess wore civilian cloths: loose, pink cotton shorts and white T-shirt. Max admired her long, dark legs as he moved the laptop to the coffee table and pocketed the data stick.
His partners entered, rolling with them a six foot long laundry cart, which they wedged between the couch and the coffee table.
"Clocked her good!" observed Gwen, laughing at the downed super heroine between popping her bubble gum.
"Yes, Max, very nice," her partner Cathleen added, lifting Power Princess' feet on the couch. "Madame Raquel will be more impressed with you than she already is." Cathleen glared unhappily at Max, who she caught smiling at Power Princess.
Power Princes sighed as the two women lifted her into the laundry cart. They covered her loosely with the sheet and blanket taken from the couch.
Max checked the hall. When he waved "all clear," the girls rolled the cart down the hallway to the service elevator.
"Are you sure you used sufficient force on Power Princess?" Cathleen asked Max.
"Just the right amount to lay her out."
A pained moan emerged from the sheets and Power Princess struggled a few seconds before sitting up, the sheet falling away from her face.
"Just great!" Max declared.
"Hey!....Where am I?" The young black girl's head had just cleared and her eyes moved rapidly over her surroundings.
Max saw Gwen remove a black jack from her boot and position it above Power Princess' head.
"Carefully!" urged Max. "Behind the ear!"
"Where am I?" Power Princess asked.
"In dreamland, honey!" Gwen answered, landing the black jack as Max instructed.
Power Princess sighed painfully. Her brown eyes shut and she fell back on the bedding.
For the first time that day, Max saw Cathy smile with satisfaction.

Max was not certain when he fell in love with Power Princess. He knew it was certainly after he knocked her out with the book.
He observed his associates as he sat next to the still out cold Power Princess, gently stroking her cheek. Cathleen was sneering and Gwen gave him the "Max is horny again" smile.
Max was a careful man in a hazardous profession: retrieval. His specialty was information theft, corporate espionage making up nearly all his assignments. But kidnapping was not beneath Max and he was pleased to be paid to abduct the object of his desire.
"You think she's going to be interested in you, Max?" Gwen popped her bubble gum with loud abandon. "You're a thief."
"A retriever." Max countered.
"A lap dog." Cathleen threw in curtly.
Max ignored his urge to smack Cathleen.
A stipulation of his extremely lucrative employment by the Sisterhood of Evil was the assignment of two assistants. They reported to their superiors in the all female criminal organization. He'd been to bed with both girls, but that was expected in the Sisterhood, even encouraged.
Gwen found Max to be one of her better recent fucks and the pair still had sex now and then. Max never expected monogamy from the little bottle blond, who bounced from partner to partner, male and female, like a child who can't decide her favorite flavor of ice cream.
Cathleen had become a problem recently. She was obsessive and controlling in bed, issuing directions during sex. Since he had drawn away from her, Cathleen became snide and resentful.

Power Princess, laying on a gurney, slowly rejoined the conscious world. Madame Raquel, leader of The Sisterhood of Evil, stood over the super heroine, happy to see her arch enemy immobilized.
"Good morning, Power Princess. You slept well?"
Power Princess glared up at Raquel, eyes burning with rage.
"What am I doing here?"
"You're here for some, well, reprogramming."
A nurse placed one electrode on each of Power Princess' temples as the super heroine squirmed. "Whatever you think you're going to do to me, Raquel, I'm stronger than..."
"Relax, Princess, this won't be torture. I just want to introduce some new ideas into your subconscious."
Raquel flicked a switch on the machine the electrodes were hooked to and the device made a low throbbing pulse.
"When I get out of here, Madame Raquel, I'm....gon...nna..clob...er..."
Power Princess' entire body relaxed and light headedness crept into her brain.
"You'll what, my dear?"
Power Princess' eyelids fluttered, each time the lids were harder to open after they closed. Finally they closed completely and the black girl settled into contented sleep.
Max Haig entered the room and stood next to Madame Raquel.
"Do you hear me, Princess?" Raquel asked.
"Yeahessss...."
"In two days you are going to meet a man while grocery shopping. When he asks for your jar of honey, you will immediately fall in love with him. Do you understand?"
"Yeahessss..."
"Good girl. Now relax. You will have no memories of being kidnapped and brought here. Go to sleep."
Madame turned up the amperage on a dial labeled "REM SLEEP." Power Princess would be unconscious until the next morning.
"Is Fujin Industries pleased with my work?" Max asked Madame Raquel.
"The Sisterhood of Evil is pleased with your work, Max," Raquel said, stepping close to Max so she could caress his crotch with the palm of her elegant hand. "As always!"
When Max began his job as a free lance "security expert" for Funjin Industries, The Sisterhood's front corporation, he had a brief but intense fling with Madame Raquel.
"Is the next part of your operation ready?" asked Raquel.
"Everything is in place for my meeting with Agent Miki."
"Excellent." Raquel decide to give Max another turn in the sack as part of his bonus when the operation was complete.
"Cathy and Gwen will return Power Princess to her town house," Raquel went on. "We want to limit your...exposure to the Princess until you need to."
Raquel's tone unsettled Max. He looked at the sleeping crime fighter and began to worry.