Partners in Crime - Part one

Without much difficulty, Ethan thumped Night Ghost from behind. When the miniature sap struck behind the super heroine's right ear, shock stiffened her body and her face froze for an instant. Ethan nudged the female crime fighter, wearing her best dark blue body suit, backward. Ethan caught the suddenly limp girl over his arm, checked the hall way and carried Night Ghost to the storage closet.
Waiting there was Gwen, his partner in crime and love.
"One down," said the platinum blond, swinging open the storage room door. "Two to go."
Gwen loved to see a female do gooder clobbered.
Gwen lifted Night Ghost's dragging feet and helped Ethan carry her.
"Ever wonder why super heroines dress like sluts?" asked Gwen as they sat Night Ghost against the wall. "Look at those boots!"
"Yeah, the public loves it," Ethan replied. He deftly secured Night Ghost's ankles and wrists with plastic security ties. "We used to call them "fuck me quick" boots."
Ethan removed Night Ghost's black cowl, revealing the face of pretty, dark skinned, dark haired girl in her early 20s. Ethan thought Night Ghost looked placid in her unconscious state.
"Recognize her?" he asked Gwen.
"Nope. Must be a new recruit. Think she's from the Amazon Sisterhood?"
"Could be."
Ethan took three pictures of the supine girl's face with his digital camera. He and Gwen would later run the pictures through a computer identity data base to find Night Ghost, and her partner's, identities.
"Okay, your turn, sweetheart."
Gwen smiled.
Gwen landed the neck chop on the right side of Agent Miki's throat. It was Gwen's favorite way to deliver a knockout, especially to super heroines. Agent Miki, like so many of Gwen's previous victims, staggered like a drunk, blurting confused groans and fluttering her eyes. Miki attempted to stay upright and then the floor popped out from under her.
Agent Miki was one of three Justice Force agents assigned to security for the exhibition of the 5,000 karat Dread Diamond.
"Hey...Max..." the crime fighter murmured.
"Max?" demanded Gwen.
Ethan slipped off Agent Miki's eye mask.
"Damn, it's Miki!"
"You know her?"
"Don't you remember? She's Power Princess's cohort in Justice Force. When Justice Force was investigating the Sisterhood of Evil and the Mabuse computer virus, Agent Miki interrogated me and Jake."
"This frail little thing?"
Gwen and Ethan lifted Agent Miki between them and carried her back to the storage room.
"Yes, I recall, we found the both of you guys koed by her and Power Princess."
"They had a great way of extracting information..." Ethan said with nostalgia.
"How?" asked Gwen. They had just reached the storage room.
"The pair of them fucked Jake and I stupid. I couldn't lie to a woman who pleasured me like Miki did!" Ethan glanced up at his lover after settling Miki next to Night Ghost. His blood went cold. Gwen's eyes lanced him with rage.
"That was before I met you honey!"
"Yeah, moments before!" Gwen's fingers melded into a fist, preparing to slug Ethan when Miki stirred. Instead, Gwen socked the diminutive crime fighter on the lower jaw. Without a sound, Miki returned to dreamland, giving Gwen a jolt of release.
"Jesus Gwen, you have a jealousy problem!" Ethan said and quickly secured Miki's wrists and ankles.
"I know," Gwen admitted, the hot flushed feeling she just experienced evaporating from her body.
The couple exchanged an affectionate kiss. Ethan never comprehended his attraction to crazy girls like Gwen. A bottle blond, Gwen was a stereotypical Sisterhood of Evil agent. Gifted with an unstoppable drive for theft and sex, Gwen was the bad girl he had always dreamed of being with.
Ethan had decided that when they had enough money safely invested, he would ask Gwen to marry him. Working with a expert thief like Gwen was Ethan's path to a secure future.
"Gwen, why don't you take my turn? Put Power Princess out of commission."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!"
"Thank you!" Gwen gave her man another big kiss. Gwen always took pleasure in beating up women bigger than her.
"Hello Princess, never thought I'd see you again."
The African-American amazon turned and saw Ethan leaned casually in the doorway of the exhibition hall. Behind her in a bullet-proof glass display case was the 5,000 carat Dread Diamond.
"So you did escape from Justice Force when we attacked the Sisterhood of Evil." Power Princess brought her wrist communicator to her lips.
"I did and I wouldn't bother with that. Your partners are currently incapacitated."
Power Princess strode angrily to Ethan. "If you hurt them in any way, I'll..."
Ethan held his palm out. "Agent Miki and Night Ghost are unhurt, but unconscious. Now I'd like to get the Dread Diamond and go...I'm sure you won't..."
"I will!"
Ethan hammered a gut punch to Power Princess, whose only response was a smile. She deftly blocked Ethan's next punch with the palm of her hand.
"Working with a partner today, Ethan?"
Power Princess had little difficulty bending Ethan's fist and laughed when he begged her to stop.
"Who is it? The little bottle blond tramp that ran with Max Haig?"
"Nooooo...stooooo..."
"Where is the little slut!?"
WHAP!!
A solid weight hammered through Power Princess' cowl and vibrated her skull.
"Oh shit!" Power Princess groaned, knowing she'd just been black jacked. The room whirled into darkness as the Princess went to her knees.
"Great shot Gwen, finish her!"
"Already there!" Gwen answered, pocketing her black jack. Stepping behind Power princess, gwen delivered a judo chop to side of Power Princees' neck.
Stars flooded her brain and Power Princess felt her entire body relax.
Gwen landed a second blow. Power Princess sighed and hit the floor, deeply unconscious.

First Date

A lot of guys hit on Nan. This made sense; she had an athletic body from working out at the club. But it was Nan's round, soft face that made her different from other women.
Men thought Nam was inexperienced, which was, in a certain sense, a fact. Nan had been with men since she was 16, a full decade ago. What Nan craved from a man, what she called "dominance," she could never provoke from a lover. No man ever owned her and this left her fustrated.
Gary didn't look very promising in that area, either, at least not at first. He was taller than Nan by an inch, a trait she loved. But Gary was skinny, wiry, so when he moved, he was like mercury on a flat surface, leaving no trace.
Nan's instincts made her agree to his dinner invitation. Gary was not the exact physical type she wanted, but he didn't seem to be the sort of asshole that would try to get her drunk on the first date.
And Gary wasn't. In the small Italian restaurant Gary took them to, Nan talked about working in the ad department of an online news service. Gary told her about working as a teacher of the blind.
At Gary's house, Nan discovered her date was training to be a boxer. Once she handled one of Gary's thick red boxing gloves, she couldn't stop caressing them.
"How do they feel?" she asked.
"They're light. I have different pairs with different weights."
"No, when you hit someone."
"I've been smacked so many times, you just forget it."
Nan frowned. "I mean when you punch somebody!" She gave Gary a mock-angry shot in the chest.
Gary didn't answer.
"Does it feel good?" Nan asked, slyly.
"Depends on who I'm fighting."
Seeing Nan tentatively fitting on the gloves, Gary asked if she would try them out.
Nan bit her lower lip in false reticence. "Well..."
"Ever box before? With a guy?"
"Yeah...I took classes in college...with girls," Nan lied.
"Then you know the basics?"
"Sure!"
As Gary tied up the gloves on Nan's fists, he noticed her breathing pick up. Gary got his favorite pair of gloves, not very different from Nan's. It took Gary a few moments to get Nan in the right position.
"Ready, Nan?"
"I am!"
She saw Gary pivot back on his left foot and then his right glove launch at her face.
BAM!!!
Pain stung and prickled through Nan's face. She grunted aloud and felt herself fly into the wall.
"Hurt...."
Nan wasn't sure if the word just drifted through her mind or if she also spoke it to Gary. Nan slept for five minutes.

After Gary got over the thrill of punching Nan out so swiftly, he checked her pulse and eyes, determining Nan was completely out cold. Gary memorialized their brief match by taking digital photos of Nan slumped against the wall, legs in a wide "V," gloves on the floor, her chin resting on her right shoulder.
When Nan woke on the couch, gloves removed, she was disoriented and achy, asking how she got there.
Memory eventually flooded back to her consciousness. When her head cleared completely about an hour later, she lead Gary by the hand to his bedroom.

The Cougars

Margie was Tom's wrestling partner for three weeks before he saw what great legs she had. Wearing a high cut bathing suit in the ring accentuated her solid, muscular thighs. Tom's interest in Margie's athletic body until then was fixed on the blonde's big chest and long hair.
Tom had been tag team wrestling, always with a female partner, for the last five years with the Northside Entertainment Group. Three women had come and gone under the team's title "Long Texas Tom and Baby Doll." The first two left because they got married and the third departed because her boyfriend didn't trust Tom. A wise judgement. Tom tried to fuck all three of his ring partners and was successful with the third.
Margie and Tom clicked with each other and were running together every morning, discussing the match ahead of them. Tom noticed Margie's fingers were ring less and that she never spoke of a boyfriend, but continually quizzed Tom on his love life. Tom cursed that word of his reputation with partners had reached Margie. This make nailing her just more difficult, he grumbled to himself.
When they practiced holds and throws, Margie was all business, wearing a black T-shirt with "Know The Ropes!" in white letters across her chest. When she pinned Tom, Margie's eyes narrowed like a cat's and her smile was more than playful.
The competition was other mixed tag teams, each taking on their gender counterpart. Tim always dived in first, tossing around or getting tossed around by his opponent. Margie, tagging in at the most dire moment, would trounce her foe. Tom loved to lean on the ropes and watch Margie prowl gracefully around the ring until she smacked, beat and squeezed her victim into submission. Occasionally, Tom had to rescue his partner from a male challenger who was about to execute a pile driver or sleeper hold on the girl.

Four months into the increasingly popular partnership, Tom and Margie were pitted against The Cougars, a pair of middle aged women who were touring along the East Coast. Tom was pleasantly shocked by the excellent physical condition both women were in when he and Margie met them before the fight.
Donna Alesia, a New Jersey native like Tom, nodded her head as she looked him over as they talked over previous matches. Tom fervently wanted to grapple with a woman who had such defined biceps and calves. Looking at her cream-white breasts, Tom decided to hook up with Donna after Margie and him defeated The Cougars that night.
In her dressing room, Veronica Mitchell, the voluptuous, long-legged member of The Cougars, told a thrilled Margie how pretty she was, how her one piece out fit flattered Margie's breasts and hips. A short shiver coursed through Margie when Veronica brushed strands of curly blond hair from Margie's cheek.

This was their biggest draw yet, Tom marveled to himself as the crowd cheered and whistled at him and the "Baby Doll." The shouting was even louder, but mixed with catcalls for The Cougars. Margie jumped in first, her fingers curling into Veronica's. For twenty seconds they struggled and the older woman forced Margie to bend. The Veronica let go of her opponent's hands and spun around, smacking her right boot on the side of Margie's head.
The ring seemed to shatter and Margie was sprawled on the canvas. Veronica pulled her up by her arms and pitched Amargo into the ropes. Still befuddled by the kick to the skull, Margie stumbled forward, off the ropes, hearing Tom warning yell.
Veronica's vertically extended arm caught the blond under the chin and then jerked upward. Margie was still for a moment and then landed on the canvas a second time, flat on her back.
The crowd screaming filled the hall. Veronica was smirking, confidently folding her arms as she watched the dazed girl stand up. When Margie began to sway toward Tom's extended hand, Veronica twisted Margie left arm behind the girl's back and twisted her wrist to her shoulders.
Margie yelled in agony, still waving her free hand at Tom. Finally, the tips of their fingers brushed each other. Tom sprang through the ropes, his fist directed at Veronica's head.
A sharp "CRACK" echoed through the hall as Donna's elbow butted Tom's jaw. Sharp pain jerked Tom sideways, behind Margie.
Veronica pushed her victim away and she Margie fell over Tom, slamming the canvas.
The Cougars joyously high-fived each other.
"Come on, pretty-pretty!" Veronica shouted, grabbing Margie by the shoulders. Veronica's fist bore into Margie's stomach. Donna also had Tom on his feet, moving him safely away from his partner's reach.
Unsure of her location, Margie saw Tom launching from Donna's arms. Veronica clutched her wrist and Margie was hurtling at Tom.
pain rattled Tom and Margie's skulls when their heads crackled together. Both wrestlers were in a KO daze, swaying around the ring dreamily.
Donna slapped his face twice.
"Huh? Wha...what...?"
As he snapped awake, Tom could feel Donna's muscular arms snake around his throat and constrict into what he knew was a sleeper. Glancing across the ring, Tom saw that Veronica was applying the same hold to Margie. Pressure increased on his neck.
"Bitch, let...go...!" Tom's hands uselessly pulled at Donna's iron biceps.
"Go to sleep Tom! The fight is over!" Donna whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep, go ahead.....I can see you want me...Go to sleep..."
Donna's voice was soothing and enticing, carnal and maternal. Tom's limbs began to relax. Through the spots collecting in his vision, Tom saw Margie was already in a sitting position, collapsed against Veronica's body. Margie was rapidly losing the fight to keep her eyes open, her open hands settling gently on Veronica's bare thighs.
"Your slut girlfriend is out cold!" Donna told Tom. "Now go to sleep!"
Tom wanted to fuck Donna so badly it hurt. He envisioned her naked and then sighed, drifting into blackness.

Late the next day, both Tom and Margie were released from the hospital. The wrestling circuit manager gave them two weeks to rest before resuming the tour. Tom called his partner every morning to check her condition and Margie did the same in the evening. When he phoned on the sixth day, Tom got Margie's voice mail, that told him that Margie would not be home for the next few days.
Tom sat home, his ribs still aching, wondering where Margie had gone. Donna called later that afternoon, asking Tom to dinner. As they ate, Donna apologized for the harshness of the sleeper and wondered how she could make it up to Tom.
Donna and Tom fucked all night. Tom wasn't surprised to discover Donna liked to be on top.
Donna made lunch for Tom when they finally woke the next day. She admitted to Tom and herself that, after their time together, she was sad to have to leave town.
"Veronica and I are scheduled for Trenton and Philly," Donna explained. "I hope Veronica had this much fun!"

During his contented drive home, Tom's cell phone rang. Margie needed a ride home.
"Christ, what happened?" Tom asked as they sat in Margie's kitchen.
"The bitch punched me out!"
Margie was surprised how calm, but concerned Tom was when she told what happened. The feeling left her excited to be alone with him.
"I'm sorry I disappeared like that...but I ran into veronica Mitchell and I..."
"Go ahead." Tom said, concerned, staring at the shiner under Margie's right eye.
"We were having a great time and then, without a word, she slugged me!"
Margie was closer to Tom now. "I was out cold. When i woke up, she was gone from our hotel."
"Did the...punch...hurt?" Tom asked. "Did you see stars?"
"It felt like a bee sting in my head and then I was gone."
Tom edged forward and pressed his lips to Margie's contusion. She started to say "What?", but their lips connected.
Tom's mind burned as he undid Margie's top.

The Girl at the Library

From the instant he saw the tall black girl in the library, Will wanted to fight her. Specifically, he wanted to box her.
The girl had long, strong-looking arms, bare to her shoulders in a red tank top.
In his mind, Will and the girl had battled for five rounds, a crowd of screaming Amazon spectators cheering their girl to defeat Will. Each punch had an erotic charge. As the fight continued, the girl fell in sexual love with Will.
She then knocked him out cold with a straight right to the face.
As Will moved close to the girl, he saw she had round, stand-up breasts and smooth, muscular legs, clear evidence she trained.
"Hi, there," ventured Will, standing next to her.
"Hello," she replied softly, neither over friendly nor discouraging.
"Want to fight me?" asked Will, matching the softness of her voice.
The girl stepped away and gawked at Will. Looking into Will's eyes, a large smile crested suddenly on her open face.
"You bet, sugar!"
WHAP!!!
The left upper cut lifted Will off his feet. Multicolored stars swirled and flashed in the blackness and his entire body relaxed.

"How many fingers?"
Will saw the EMT and his girlfriend, Dana, staring down at him.
He concentrated hard on the digits of the EMT's raised hand.
"Halle....Berry...." Will murmured.
Perplexed, Dana turned to the dismayed-looking EMT. "Is the ambulance here yet?" she asked.
"On its way, miss!" he answered, probing Will's eyes with a small flashlight. Will took in Dana's lovely chest, blue eyes and the red heart tattoo on her right arm and went back to sleep.

Will told Dana and the emergency room people he had no memory of why he was found on the floor unconscious. The assailant must have spun him around from behind and slugged him. One of the nurses thought it was curious that none of Will's money or credit cards were missing from his wallet, but didn't mention it.
In fact, his recollection of the last two minutes before he was laid out was perfect. All his idle moments for the next month were occupied with reviewing the incident. Will thought about getting punched out by the black girl before making love with Dana and he satisfied her beyond her expectations.

The ad nearly leaped off the page at Will.
"Hey there, sugar! We had a KO experience in the fiction section! Ready for round two, Will?" it read, followed by a local phone number. Will was stunned to see his name in print and reread three times the brief notice in the "Women Seeking Men" section of the newspaper. It couldn't not be her!, he decided, punching the number into his cell phone. As the line rang, Will got to his feet and made for the door, telling Joe his barber that he'd be right back.

"I checked your wallet while you were out cold," explained the girl. "Just like you're going to be in minute or so."
Yes, it is her!, Will told himself, recognizing that wide smile from the library.
The couple stood in a boxing ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club, of which the girl was a member and Will was her guest.
Will wanted to talk trash back to the girl who had challenged him to a match over the phone, but his erotic excitement overcame him.
Raising his fists, he said "God damn you're gorgeous!"
The girl looked away with vague but unfeigned embarrassment. Emma the Ref stepped between the ropes and spoke to the fighters.
"You two will fight to a knockout," Emma said, wondering why her friend couldn't get a man the normal way. "And no shots below the belt, either of you."
"Never!" the girl exclaimed, the nut sack being the very last place she'd strike a man.
When Emma sounded the buzzer, Will bounded from his corner and directly into the girl's swinging fists.
POW!!
WHAP!!
BAM!!
The first two punches ended the fight. A gut shot and a right to the jaw put Will out on his feet. The third, a solid left hook, the girl explained later, was just a love tap.
Will collapsed and slept through Emma's ten count, dreaming a three way with Dana and Beyonce.
"Luisa, that wasn't even a fight!" Emma said as they loaded Will onto a gurney.
"It wasn't supposed to be," Luisa replied and kissed the unconscious male. She slipped her right hand down the front of Will's trunks and grinned contentedly. "I still can pick them!"
"You sure can!" replied Emma. "What happens after he recovers?"
"I fuck his brains out...what else?"

Two Girls for Every Boy

Fighting Arianna would be an uphill battle, Will decided. The African-American amazon possessed a pretty face and an inviting smile, but she had a completely accurate reputation for being an expert fighter, who enjoyed beating a male senseless in the ring as she did bedding him down.
The white girl standing next to Arianna, blond Nikki, had minimal ring experience. Will had watched her fight at the club and saw her do well against a female in her weight class, but witnessed her being trounced by the three men she took on. Like her partner in this match against Will, Nikki was enthusiastic about mixed ring combat.
As Emma introduced the fighters to the largely female spectators, Will calculated who he stood a better chance of fucking. He speculated on a possible three way and then dismissed it. Unless they were a little crazy, two straight girls would not want to be naked with each other, even if the guy participating was going to leave them purring like kittens when it was over. Will would concentrate on Nikki. Along with elegant brutality, Arianna practiced monogamy with boyfriends. Arianna had recently moved in with Will's friend Marc, and Will didn't want to upset his buddy's domestic happiness.
I'll punch out Nikki, he concluded, stepping forward from his corner, amid a shower of "BOOS!" And work on Arianna. Who knows what could happen?

"Nikki and I flipped a coin," Arianna said proudly to Will as three fighters stood facing each other. "And I won...I'm going to be the one to knock your ass out!"
"Promises, promises...." Will replied, looking over both girls. Nikki, the more scantily dressed of the pair, seemed to be the one with the least confidence.
"I should just knock you out right now!" Arianna continued. "But I want Nikki to see what you have to do to humiliate a true jerk."
At Emma's orders, all three touched gloves.

Will bolted from his corner, ducking out of Arianna's path and extending his left foot in front of hers.
As the amazon sailed to the canvas, Will swung to his right and punched Nikki in the stomach. "OOOFFFF!!" shot from the newbie's mouth. Will stepped back one pace and fired a right upper cut at Nikki's chin.
Fireworks exploded vividly for Nikki as her head shot back as far as her neck allowed. The girl boxer's body, bent in an arch, followed her head to the canvas.
Nikki lay prone, eyes going in and out of focus, until she was asleep.
Will spun around and saw Arianna on her feet, gloves raised.
"Nikki's taking a nap, your turn, Arianna!"
"My ass!" shouted Arianna.
Arianna's fists hit their target before Will's did. The punches stung, reminding Will how strong his opponent was and, more importantly, how much stamina she possessed.
Will threw a left-right combination at Arianna's midsection. Arianna flinched vaguely and slugged Will on the jaw.
Instantly, Will was laying on the canvas. Emma the Ref, who had rested the unconscious Nikki upright in a neutral corner, was now counting Will out.
The inside of his head were rolling directionless as Will repeated to himself each number Emma called out.
Until "SIX!", Will stared admiringly at Nikki, whose gloves lay suggestively over crotch, her legs spread out in wide "V."
Then Will dropped back into reality and, grabbing one rope at a time, beat the count by one digit.
Okay, he told himself, time to act like an asshole!
Will approached Arianna rapidly, shifting side to side. Bending beneath her right hook, Will stomped his foot down on Arianna's extended left boot and slammed her exposed belly. The amazon doubled over, squinting from the pain. Arianna never saw Will's right upper cut, just heard the "THWAP!!" of the leather of his glove pasting her on the chin.
The ring froze for Arianna, rigidity clutching her entire body. Will looked into her wide, liquid brown eyes that stared back in blank glassiness. The lids began to droop downward as Arianna formed soft syllables with her motionless lips.
Will hammered Arianna on the button of her chin. Arianna instantly went to sleep. She was on the canvas, eyes closed, head turned to the side, gloved hands with her fists turned up. All this told Emma the Ref Ariiana was deeply knocked out and confirmed by the solid whites she saw when Emma thumbed the defeated warrioress' eyes.
"Congratulations Will, you knocked Arianna out," Emma stated. "I'm not bothering with a count. Get her feet."
Emma the Ref and Will propped Arianna next to Nikki and Will took digital pictures of the pair of unconscious fighters.
As they carried the slumbering Arianna, who sighed for Marc, to the recovery room, Will mourned again that the amazon wasn't the cheating type. Then he went back outside to check on Nikki. She had regained consciousness, but wobbled as she walked toward him in the ring.
"You knocked me out...." she murmured slowly.
"You still want to fight me? You better not, Nikki. I'd say you're spent."
Nikki lifted her hands to chest level, extending them at Will. "Let's go, Will!"
WHAP!!
Will's left hook caught Nikki flush on the jaw. The girl smiled and sagged downward. Will caught the koed lovely over his shoulder and brought her to the recovery room.

Sisterhood of Evil - The Conclusion

Max Haig edged around the corner, eyeing carefully the entrance to the Funjin Corporation headquarters, the secret command center of Sisterhood of Evil operations. Behind him were Power Princess, Agent Miki and a 24 woman strike force comprised of Justice Force agents.
"It's clear," he whispered.
The group darted down an alley 30 minutes before midnight and converged in the entrance. Max and Power Princess quickly knocked out the two sentries before they could hit the alarm. Max removed one of the guard's electronic security passes and swiped it through the glass door lock. The doors swung open and the Justice Force operatives darted into the building.
Agent Miki instantly raised her sonic disruptor and fired a charge, shorting all the security cameras in the lobby.
"Who are..." asked one of the four approaching sentries, who recognized Power Princess and Agent Miki. In a flash, the guards drew their automatic pistols.
In unison, twelve members of the strike force back flipped over their comrades and landed in front of the sentries, wrists raised. Bullets bounced off the women's femminium bracelets as the other members of the strike group subdued the female guards with neck chops.
"Let's move, we have less than 30 minutes!" said Max after the unconscious women were tied up. The group entered the elevators according to plans and headed for the tenth floor, where Lady Raquel was putting her plans for the Mabuse Computer Virus into action.
"Okay, start explaining, Max!" Power Princess demanded.
"Yeah, let's hear it, Max! Agent Miki added.
"It's pretty simple. I was hired by the Sisterhood of Evil to seduce you two so that you'd stay too occupied to investigate the disappearance of Dr. Rabour." Max started.
"Do you think we're the kind of women who would let dick run their lives?" Miki sounded very angry.
"Well, the both of you are pretty horny...which is not a bad thi..."
WHAP!
Agent Miki slugged Max, pitching him toward the elevator doors, which opened just on time for Max to land on the 10th, marble floor. The rest of the strike force emptied from the other elevators.
"Get him on his feet!" Power Princess barked and a Justice Force agent pulled Max from the ground.
"You need to relax, Miki!" Max scolded Power Princess' crime fighting partner, who had already deployed the sonic disruptor to shut off the security apparatus. The strike force then moved quietly down the hall.
Twenty feet ahead of them were two security personal, plus a woman Max immediately recognized by the her bleach-blond hair as Gwen, his former partner in crime and sex. Seated with intimate closeness to Gwen was Ethan, the man Power Princess and Agent Miki had questioned about Dr. Rabour.
"Dart the guards!" Power Princess ordered. Drawing their tranq guns, Max and Agent Miki aimed around the corner, firing in unison, hitting the two female Sisterhood of Evil guards. The sentries suddenly felt very high. The pair hit the floor, asleep and smiling.
Before Gwen and Ethan could escape, the strike force captured them.
"Look who it is! Mister Traitor for Pussy!" Gwen sneered at Max.
"This is no time for argument, Gwen, where is Lady Raquel hiding?"
"Tell you!? We're over, Max! I've got Ethan now!" Ethan smiled at his new lover. "We're sworn to silence about Lady Raquel's hideout.....on this floor! Damn!" Ethan added.
"Ethan! You big dummy!" squealed Gwen.
Power Princess raised a small aerosol can to the blonde's face and fired a short jet of gas.
Max's old girlfriend sighed, grinned faintly and sagged to the floor, only to be scooped into Max's arms.
"Hey...Max...I....mm...drun....k..." Gwen chirped. "We going....t...o...bury the ...sau...sage?"
"Not just yet, where is Lady Raquel hiding?"
Gwen's eyes brightened. "Down the hall...there's...a ...force...fiellld..glassss....walls...shoots....and ladders!"
Gwen's eyes started to close.
"No, Gwen, not till you..."
Gwen was fast asleep, so Max turned to Ethan. "Has the Mabuse Virus been activated?"
"I'm not talking! Did you hurt Gwen?"
"Hey Ethan, remember me?" Agent Miki raised the signet ring on her index finger to the captive's face.
"Oh God, yeah! You were a powerful fu..."
PHHHHSSSTTT!
Ethan inhaled the pink gas emitted by Agent Miki's ring and fell in love with her.
"Has implementation of the Mabuse Virus been completed?"
"Real...li...soooon..." Ethan replied dreamily. "Then Lady Raquel...will..empty alll...the...banks in the world!"
"Anything else!?" Miki asked.
"I nailed Lady Raquel a bunch of times...don't tell Gwen..."
"We won't!" Miki hit Ethan with the gas a second time, putting him completely under.
Power Princess ordered the sleeping lovers carried down to Justice Force transports for transporting to jail.
Again, Strike Force moved ahead cautiously.
"When both of you left messages on my cell phone that you had business at Funjin Corporation, I knew what was happening," Max whispered to Power Princess and Agent Miki. "I rushed there knowing Lady Raquel's policy regarding Justice Force spies!"
"And now you're in love with me?" Power Princess demanded.
"And me?!" Agent Miki broke in.
"I feel for Power Princess first..." Max considered the romantic arrangements for a moment. "Then I thought you were very attractive, also, Miki."
"WHY HELLO MAX AND JUSTICE FORCE DOGOODERS! WELCOME TO THE SISTERHOOD OF EVIL COMMAND CENTER!" boomed through the hallway. Max knew the silky voice anywhere: Lady Raquel!
"Raquel!" Max yelled down the apparently empty hall of illuminated walls.
"THAT'S RIGHT< YOU BACKSLIDING SNAKE!" Lady Raquel's voice continued. "YOU AND THAT SPANDEX - CLAD ARMY OF LESBIANS ARE TOO LATE! THE MABUSE VIRUS IS ALREADY LOOTING MONEY FROM EVERY BANK AND NATION'S TREASURY IN THE WORLD!"
"Mr. Haig?" one of the strike force agents asked.
"Yes, Scarlet Vixen?"
"My energy sensor indicates the wall five feet to our right is the hologram we heard about earlier. Behind it is Lady Raquel's operations room."
"Good job, Scarlet!"
Agent Miki raised her sonic disruptor, pointing it at the wall. A loud screech and buzz erupted, followed instantly by a large explosion. The smoke cleared quickly, revealing the glass wall behind which was operations room for the Mabuse Virus.
Four Justice Force Agents, lead by Power Princess, placed plastic explosives at the base of the glass wall and retreated for cover. Power Princess detonated the explosives, shattering the glass. Immediately, the strike force assaulted the operations room, silver braceleted Amazons going first, deflecting the machine gun fire from the Sisterhood of Evil agents.
Max, Agent Miki and the other Justice Force operatives inserted breathing filters in their nose and mouths as they pitched knock out gas bombs at the armed guards, instantly knocking them out.
"All right Lady Raquel, your plot is foiled!" Power Princess declared.
"Oh is it!?" she replied, leveling a pistol at the head of a middle aged man seated at the master computer control. "Is it Dr. Rabour?"
The man looked up with disdain at Lady Raquel. "All bank and treasury accounts world wide have been emptied into your computer network."
Lady Raquel smiled at her attackers with intense self satisfaction. "See what a good job a man can do with a gun to his head and his families'! Now I will make my ransom demands to the world governments!"
"What are you going to demand?" Power Princess asked.
"One billion dollars from each nation state and financial entity!" answered Lady Raquel, with an unearthly, sinister cackle.
"Ah...Lady Raquel...?" Dr. Rabour said.
"What is it you pointed headed tech nerd?!"
"You already have all the money in the world...they can't pay ransom if you possess all the currency on the planet."
For a moment, Lady Raquel stared in befuddlement.
"Raquel...he's right..." Max put in. Suddenly, Lady Raquel's right eye began to twitch violently. Dread swept threw Max as he watched Raquel pivot on her heels, aiming the gun at Power Princess and Agent Miki. "I think I'll off girly girl number two first!"
As Lady Raquel clicked back the hammer on her automatic, Max leaped forward, pushing the gun from her grasp. Dr. Rabour hefted a small fire extinguisher from beside his desk and crowned Lady Raquel on the back of her head. The villianess moaned painfully and muttered "Night...Daddy..." before hitting the floor, unconscious.
Dr. Rabour rapidly began typing a reversal of the Mabuse code.

"Dr. Mabuse's family was safely rescued from the Sisterhood of evil agents that were holding them captive," Power Princess told Max and Agent Miki. "But Gwen and her boy Ethan escaped."
Max nodded his head with regret. "It's okay, Gwen was a nice girl basically and I'm glad she's finally found someone who really cares about her!"
"Her partner Cathy seems to have escaped after we captured Lady Raquel in the raid," Power Princess reported.
"She may be trouble in the future," Max remarked. "But what about our future, ladies?"
The trio was walking toward Max's 1935 Dusenberg Phaeton after finishing mop up work at Sisterhood of Evil's headquarters. Lady Raquel had already been transported to jail.
"You can't have it both ways, Max!" Agent Miki announced. "It has to be one of us!"
"Why break up such a great crime fighting duo over me," Max argued. "I'm man enough for both of you!"
"I for one am not sharing your manhood with anyone!" said Power Princess.
"He's my man!" Agent Miki countered.
"No, he's mine!"
Max knew this conflict was going to happen at some point and had prepared for it. When Power Princess and Agent Miki climbed into the back seat, still bickering, Max leaned in from the front and sprayed gas in both their faces. The girls felt like they were drifting on clouds.
"I think both you ladies are going to fall in love with me and be very happy with a three way arrangement," Max said seductively. "Don't you ladies think so?"
"Yeeesss..." slipped from both crime fighter's lips. "We love you Max!"
Max sprayed another dose of gas in their faces and they settled into relaxed sleep, Miki's head resting on Power Princess' shoulder.
Max, smiling broadly, drove home.

The Dream Tiger - The Finish

Kristena didn't return Jon Amur's call. She waited for the right moment, as if she and not Amur were stalking prey in the night forest.

While she delayed, Kristena noticed tigers everywhere, peering from book covers or snarling on cable TV nature documentaries, until they bounded into her dreams in the form of the Tiger Lover. She was raptured at being tackled and penetrated in her dreams. One night, she dreamed the Tiger Lover stared into her eyes as he pinned her to the bed, entranced by the thin ring of blue that encircled the beast's pupils.
Kissing her phantom lover, Kristena roared in his face. Enraged, the Tiger Lover roared back and smacked his paw across Kistena's face, knocking her unconscious.

Kristena jumped from her bed, fumbling for the cell phone, pressing the buttons of Jon Amur's number.


"Hello, Kristena," Jon Amur said as he climbed through the ropes of the boxing ring. "I'm glad you're here."
Jon Amur's voice was deep and inviting, while his expression seemed malevolent, especially his eyes.
"This is kind of risky, being alone in the gym late at night..with you." Kristena said, watching Jon Amur as he moved toward her.
"But you agreed," answered Jon.
"I did."
"And with no hesitation..."
"Yes."
Jon was directly in front of Kristena, admiring her big chest and round eyes. "So you wanted to be here just as much as I do."
Kristena nervously stepped forward and Jon Amur embraced her, recalling how passive Kristena looked on the canvas, completely knocked out cold. She barely resisted the kiss Jon Amur gave her, first clutching him by the hair on the back of his head and then feeling up his back and ass.
Jon Amur broke their embrace. A perplexed Kristena muttered "What?" and glimpsed down at Jon Amur's clinched right fist.
"No, Jon, I need...I...want..."
WHAP!!
The punch bit into Kristena's face, staggering the girl a few, sideways paces. Swaying in place, Kristena made two attempts to complete her sentence. Her eyes dropped shut and her knees shot out from under her. Kristena fell backward, landing on her back.
Jon Amur tenderly caressed Kristena's breasts and bare stomach, then gathered the unconscious girl in his arms.

Kristena slept through the ride in Jon Amur's car back to her house. She began to stir awake when he placed her gently on her bed.