STORY: Kendra - Lv 05, Ch 07

Kendra - Chapter 07 - you're THAT strong?!
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CONTENT WARNING: the following story is becoming more explicit with each chapter: it may contain major F-F erotica with elicit details. 

--- LEVEL: 05 ---

"Someone had better wake up soon", Poppy cursed in frustration as she tipped her hat down over her eyes for a nap, her own sex still on display to the room.

Alas, it was not to be, for but a moment later she heard a "yo ho!" off in the distance... letting her know the crew had returned, and the little ones have run ahead of Mr. Duncan's control.

"Right then", she muttered as she stretched and redressed~~ in nearly every sense of the word, save for bestowing relief of her unjust oppression through self-compensation... that would now have to wait. 

Camilla addressed the cabin as she stepped over the unconscious trio and adjusted her hat, "the lot of you can expect lashings this eve." She licked her lips as she imagined pleasuring them until they begged her to stop... then promptly scolded herself for getting worked up again before going out to meet the crew.

 . . . 

"HEY!", Riki shouted, "YOU TWO ARE GONNA MISS DINER!" The captain ordered her to rouse the others, didn't say anything about not staring at Min's perfect physique while she was on such open display. 'I am waking them up', she thought, 'maybe it'd be okay if I touch'- her thought was interrupted by sudden movement.

"Diner?", Minerva moaned back as her senses returned.

Riki dared not try to grope her now that she was awake. She may be a masochist, but even she wasn't foolish enough to invite that kind of wrath. Pouting she continued, "and how about you, pretty?", as she slapped Kendra's bare rump.

"Huh?", Kendra turned to see her tormentor. Her body had exhausted itself trying to recover from Min's onslaught.

"Come, you. Leave her be", Minerva said as she finished dressing and grabbed Riki by her ankle, slinging her over her shoulder.

She could do nothing but pout as the new girl was rotated out of view.

 . . . 

Getting dressed was a slow and painful process for her. By the time she made it down to the galley (a converted area of the service bay), Kendra was one massive bruise head to toe.

The second mate spotted this immediately and quipped, "I see you've met our first officer."

He went on to relate that she challenged him once, when they were little, but he took one look at her and knew he was going to get hurt. "It was in her eyes", he said, "here was this tiny eight year old, two years my junior, with the stare of a serial killer. I said I'd pass, she called me a scaredy cat, stuck out her tongue, then flexed! I don't know where the hell it came from, but her little toothpick arm ballooned out freakishly, like threefold, easily twice as big as my own... then she shrugged, relaxed, and it disappeared! and that was the first day I met her!"

"It was weird... she was so quiet, so shy around everyone else, but she just burst into my room and said, 'hey, Stevie, think you can take me?' It gave me a chill when she called me that... I told her later my name was Tim; Tim Duncan III- I might have added that my middle name was Walter, anyway she's been calling me Wally ever since. I was scared of her for months after that, but one day I saw her crying... she said nobody liked her. Suddenly she wasn't this monster but a scared little girl, and I-"

"Hey, Stevie, do I look *scared*?", she mocked, sticking her tongue out. It was so odd... Kendra couldn't reconcile this playful, childlike behavior with the woman that beat her senseless just a few hours ago.

He gulped and felt the chill return. He could tell she was joking, but this girl still scared the hell out of him sometimes. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but you know she was holding back, right?", Tim said after a few moments of silence.

"How would you know, you weren't there", Kendra quipped back.

"You're alive, aren't you?", he retorted with a raised eyebrow.

Kendra turned to Minerva who just shrugged her eyebrows and grinned.

"Oh yeah", he nodded before turning to his superior, "hey, Captain, can I tell her about the thing that happened first year?"; turning back to Kendra and adding a moment later, "wait, you're not a cop, are you?"

 . . . 

After raising us orphans for almost six months, Poppy decided to reopen the garage for income. She found her uncle's old flag and took the kids on a shopping trip for paint and supplies, leaving Minerva and I to mind the shop and start repairing the equipment.

It didn't take long for word to get back to the asshole-

 . . . 

-"hey, *language*", Camilla Scolded.

 . . . 

Right, sorry... that douche- um, dude that shot her uncle. He and a bunch of his goons showed up and started making threats...

"So imagine my surprise, when I hear someone's flying Oscar's colors! I say to myself, who could this be? Who would be stupid enough to try to reopen this place? Then I remembered, we left some snot-nosed kid alive... could it be that she's all growed up and lookin fer trouble?", the short mob boss expounds.

"Hey, man, I don't want any trouble, but are you stupid or something? This girl doesn't look anything like the Cap... er, Camilla", Tim says, putting his foot squarely into his own mouth.

"Camilla, yeah, that was the little shi-oots name!"

 . . . 

"Really?", Minerva chided, "that's what he said?"

"Come on, Min, why you gotta be like that? There's kids present, why are you-", Tim started.

"What, why I gotta bust your b-", Minerva was cut off by the Captain clearing her throat.

 . . . 

"So you know her... and just where might we find this: Camilla?", the little big man inquires.

"Its time for you to leave", Minerva threatened stepping forward.

"Dam-arn, you sure this bi-etty ain't her! Cri-mony, she's even bigger than Oscar if you can believe that sh-oot!"

 . . . 

"Okay, even I'm starting to find this a bit ridiculous", the Captain conceded, "Crew! Atten-hut!"

Everybody stopped what they were doing and stood up, even Kendra, though she could not figure out why... maybe it was the sense of authority in Poppy's voice.

"Everyone under thirteen, DISMISSED!", she snapped, adding almost as an afterthought, "go brush your teeth and get ready for bed."

"Aww... but its Saturday night, there's no school tomorrow", one young girl argued... apparently the only one on the crew brave, or mouthy enough to talk back to the captain.

"Would you like there to be? I can arrange it, crewman; have you ever heard of *Sunday School*?!", the Second Mate teased.

Terrified at the proposition, the little girl ran off to brush her teeth. The others quickly followed suit.

"Well played, Mr. Duncan, you may proceed with your tale.", Camilla nodded.

 . . . 

"Damn, you sure this bitch ain't her! Christ, she's even bigger than Oscar if you can believe that shit!"

Minerva popped her knuckles and was about to lunge when the weasel trained his gun on Tim. The other men followed suit.

"Yeah, just like him... fearless and crazy as fuck, until you point a gun at his family. Then he's alot more... what's the word... agreeable? Yeah, more agreeable. That's how we put your uncle in the ground, we pointed the fuckin gun at you!"

"Um, boss, I don't think that's her...", one of his henchmen tried to correct.

"You don't think, that's my job!", he retorted, kicking the taller man in the shin, "look at her, she's hulked out bigger than he ever was, she acts just like him... but *boss* she has blonde hair- ever heard of fuckin hair dye you fuckin nincompoop! But *boss* she's so much lighter- maybe she bleached her skin like Michael fuckin Jackson! I'm in charge and I say that's her, and if it ain't her, its still her, got it!?"

His men look at each other totally confused.

He points his gut back at Timothy and grabs him by the belt since he couldn't reach his collar. "Alright, I got this clown, you doofuses take her over to that table and put her hands in the vices! Both of them!"

"But, boss, they're too far apart!"

"Then move one you dipshit!"

"Yo, Min! Don't worry 'bout me, don't let them do this to you!", Tim struggles against the little man as he feels the cold steel pressed into his back.

They finally get both of her hands locked down and look back to their leader.

"Start tightening, you fuckin morons!"

They turn the handles as far as they can, then complain, "its stuck, boss, we can't turn them any more."

Minerva winks back at Tim, who's shocked that she doesn't seem hurt at all.

"Use the pipes!", the boss exclaims.

The goons pick up various lengths of pipe and start pounding on Minerva's back and ribs. She looks annoyed, but if she's in pain, she's hiding it well.

"No. Stop! Ow! Leave her alone you bastards!", Tim tries to charge to her rescue, only to get pistol whipped on his hip bone.

"Yeah, STOP!", the mini-boss joins, "you pea-brained fucktards ever heard of *leverage*? Use the fucking pipes as fucking handles for the fucking vice you fucking simpleton fucks!"

The goons do so and are soon met with the same problem as Min winces in pain and a small trickle of blood drips off the clamps.

"That's more like it, squeeze her a little more, we're finally getting through to her!"

The men group up using every ounce of force to tighten the clamps another full turn.

"Hey, boys", Minerva taunts through gritted teeth, "funny thing about leverage..." She flexes her hands while snarling, "it works *both ways*!" With a final burst of power she forces the vices apart, turning the levers into a deathtrap that would have even the developers at Midway asking, 'what the fuck just happened?!'

Hands free, Minerva painfully cracks her knuckles again and starts toward the boss.

"Don't come any closer you psycho bitch!", he threatens, digging his gun even deeper into Wally.

Tired of his games, she decides to call his bluff with a taunt of her own, "And when you kill him, you lose the last piece of leverage keeping you alive. If these fingers can overpower those vice clamps, what do you suppose they can do to your skull?"

"Fuck me, fuck me... alright, you win!", he drops to his knees pleading. He briefly considers using the gun, but isn't sure it would be enough to stop this Amazonian War Goddess towering above him... especially looking at what was left of his men, body parts scattered all through the workshop, and blood dripping from the raised ceiling.

"If you ever come around here or threaten ANYBODY again...", Min starts.

"I won't! I promise! Just please don't eat me!", he pleads.

'Eat you?', Minerva and Tim share a confused glance.

"Then you'd better start running, little man!", she glowers.

 . . . 

"Holy fuck", Kendra observes, "she's- you're THAT strong?!"

"Well, I was under duress, and it took quite a bit of exertion... but I've only gotten stronger since", Minerva replied with a wink to the Captain.

"Keep dreaming, Commander, you've got a long way to go.", Camilla smirks back.

"Just how strong are you?", Kendra asks, glancing between both women.

"Strong enough", Poppy states flatly, not really one to gloat even though she's quite proud of her superhuman abilities.

"Strong enough for what?", Kendra prods, "strong enough to lift the ship?!"

"Too easy... I could do that-- with one arm!", Minerva teases, earning a stunned look from the newcomer. "Don't look so shocked", Min elaborates, "its quarter scale, so you figure one sixty-forth of four hundred fifty tons- so about seven tons, which is the same weight as the average semi tractor. I curl that, no big; I'm a little over two orders stronger than I look." Minerva then flexes to emphasize her point, "these babies look like they can handle a hundred forty, when actually they do fourteen thousand plus. I just have one more order of magnitude to catch up."

"Then how is it, for all your growth and trying, you haven't managed to catch me yet?", Poppy jabbed back, silently acknowledging that in the past 3 years she has closed the gap to half what it was.

Ken was blown, how could these two possess such inhuman levels of strength? She failed to realize her own phenomenal growth these past few days, for Kendra now was a good half-order further along herself.

 . . . 

The stories continued well into the night... and after a ton of prodding, Camilla finally agrees to share hers.

"Its late, or early, depending on when you sleep~ 'bout halfway between high moon and first light, known to some as the devil's hour", Poppy started. "Now why, you ask, why would ANYONE crawl under a old Buick in the dead of night to look at a drivetrain. Well, don't. Needed to be done, and that's when I had time, okay?"

Kendra shrugged, unsure how to respond.

"Now then, maybe it would help if I told you it was the Twenty-Fourth. Of August. Two Thousand and Fourteen. Maybe if I told you, as I later discovered, it was exactly forty-four seconds over twenty past three."

Kendra looked confused, trying to remember the date.

"Maybe I should tell you that jacks weren't built for a 6.0. And maybe there wasn't a damned thing I could have done differently to keep her from falling... but all that doesn't matter. It did."

Ken looked shocked as she finally remembered the night of the big quake.

"There's a reason they say these things are built like a tank. Ever tried to lift one? With your arms pinned down and no leverage? I thought that was it... they're gonna find me in like three years under this rusted out piece of shit. Now, I'm not weak at this point, but the most I've ever pushed was like three or four hundred- this thing was ten times that, and I didn't even have room to bend my elbows!"

Kendra leans forward, eager to hear what happened next.

"Yeah, then I died. So like, all of this is just a dream.", Poppy smirked.

"Already did that one, Captain. Sorry.", Min shrugged.

Ken made a sour face, "so how'd you get out?"

"Well, I knew my arms were useless, but I thought, maybe if I can get my feet under it, I can use my legs. Wasn't sure I could do it, not really a great angle for a lift and what, but I was just flexible enough to get one foot behind each wheel. I pressed with everything I had... then I must have passed out."

Kendra tried to imagine the pose, but kept getting... distracted.

"Came to sometime later, with the sun on me bum. I'd split my jeans, but the car was flipped up on its side. That little scare got my ass in gear, and I've been liftin' heavy ever since." Poppy puffed out her chest and grabbed the bow, gently raising it a few inches off the cradle. "Can't happen again- least not with something as light as a Buick", she winked as she lowered the boat back down. "Don't need that sodding jack anymore... and I had that shit secure, all blocked up, but fuckin' Cali, yo. Wouldn't had been under there if I'd thought we'd get a bleedin six!"

Nearly breathless from the casual display, Kendra panted, "So... uh, what happened to the car?" She could feel herself positively sopping.

The Captain and First Mate share a glance, then burst out laughing together. When she settled down enough, Camilla grinned, "I'll show you tomorrow." She then started circling Kendra, "in the meantime... you two have some unfinished business!" With that, she grabs Kendra by the buckle and hands her to the Minerva, "my quarters, the both of you, on the double!"

Min was both excited and nervous, she knew what her superior was asking, but she's never... well, you know. Not quite as nimble as the Captain, she forwent the leap, opting instead to take a rope up.

The Captain went into the house and round the quarters, making sure the crew was out before returning to her own aboard the ship.

 . . . 

And beg they did.

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