STORY: Kendra - Lv 04, Ch 06

Kendra - Chapter 06 - What's HER story?
(c) 2017 by Shadowriter
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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: 04 ---

"Wahoo!", rang a loud, high pitched squeal from the workshop. It carried throughout the house and jolted Kendra out of a very erotic dream. She tried to sit up, but Camilla had wrapped her and Riki into a tight embrace. Her struggles caused Riki to stir first, the captain merely groaned and tightened her grip, not wanting to wake. After several minutes of struggling, and more than one yelp from Riki as the pressure got too tight, Kendra gave up and switched tactics- reaching one hand behind her to pick the lock that had bound them.

The mechanism was somewhat complicated from this angle, pressing the release button only seemed to make the cords tighter. She began feeling around the keyhole with her index as she continued to fidget with the button under her thumb. The button was definitely starting to respond, as it had clearly raised up from the console; likewise the keyhole was responding with motion of its own, but it seemed like she'd need multiple picks for this one... so Kendra slid two more fingers into the opening and continued frigging with the mechanism until finally the clasp in front of them released. Said clasp then proceeded to smack both girls on the ass for the rude awakening.

Once free Ken sat up and disentangled herself from Riki. The girl flopped over and Kendra could see that Riki's ass was still blushed a bright pink, but there was no sign of the extensive bruising caused just a few hours before.

Kendra quickly got dressed, noticing a faint outline of Taurus glowing as she put the medallion back on. Poppy was a lot less enthusiastic about getting up, but she followed Kendra into the garage. Riki came to when the door closed, and continued laying face down and spreadeagled as she tried to recall what happened.

 . . . 

"What's her story", Kendra whispered, leaning into the captain as they saw the big girl standing on the top turnbuckle cheering and pumping her fist in the air. She was tall and solid, bordering on freakishly huge, with a figure and beauty that would make any sculptor weep. A figure that shown plain as day through her overstretched sweats as her muscles shifted beneath them. One might guess she wore this conservative outfit to avoid causing accidents and disrupting civilization while she was out, and they almost worked at that... until she moved or flexed.

"My story?", the young woman repeated as she locked eyes with Ken. "My story... why don't you come into the ring and find out", she grinned.

The captain leaned back to whisper, but Kendra spoke first as she stepped toward the ring; sarcastically, to hide her awe and more than a twinge of fear, "Let me guess, another kitten?"

"No, she can hurt you; be careful. She can almost hurt me...", Camilla replied.

"It's just a matter of time, captain", the woman nodded and pumped her other arm, straining her sleeve as she held open the ropes for the captain's new friend.

Poppy thought about warning Minerva to go easy, but she trusted her first mates instincts and control enough to stay silent. This ought to be interesting, the captain smirked.

Minerva threw a pair of 4 oz MMA gloves to Kendra, to protect her knuckles, and put on a cartoonishly oversized pair of 32 oz boxing gloves; these things were easily 2-3 times the regulation size, mostly in the front padding.

No sooner does she get the second glove strapped when a blast of air whips Kendra's hair back, and the view of her wrist was replaced by a giant red ball that stopped a fraction of an inch off her nose. Kendra had a very bad feeling about this fight; she leaned around the massive fist to lock eyes with her soon to be tormentor, who casually asked, "you ready?"

No? Could she say no? Was it too late to back out of this, Kendra wondered. Apparently it was as the captain wasted no time signaling the bell.

Kendra raised her guard and began circling; her opponent stood hands on hips smirking and watching.

'Oh fuck', Kendra thought, 'either she's baiting me, or she's really that good.'

As if to answer, Minerva charged in and delivered three lightning fast punches to Kendra's abs, shoulder, and face. All three slipped through, but were so light she barely felt the contact.

"Don't make this too easy", the first mate taunted as she sauntered around her prey with her guard down.

Kendra lunged at her throwing a wild combo to the face and solar plexus, but only felt her fists sink into the padded gloves as Min split her defense into Tae Kwon Do style blocks. 'Shit', Kendra thought, she doesn't even have to keep her gloves together.

'She's toying wit-', Kendra's thought was interrupted by five quick slaps of leather on her arms and belly. These stung a little, but had no power behind them.

Kendra covered up and bulled in, then started unloading with everything she had. Surprisingly, everything made it through and Kendra landed over a dozen good punches before noticing Minerva openly taking the shots and grinning down at her.

She grabbed Kendra's head with her glove and moved her back to arms-length. Ken couldn't track the blur that came next, all she knew was every inch of her upper body was throbbing in pain; this seemed to go on for an eternity until finally she could see Minerva's face as she was once again forcefully repositioned.

The last thing she saw was Min wink and thrust her head forward with a loud crack.

Kendra fell to the canvas after Minerva's carefully measured headbutt, any harder and she would have broken something, any softer and the stubborn dwarf would still be awake.

"I believe I promised you a story", Minerva's words echoed in the black.

 . . . 

A woman... Mediterranean perhaps?

"Greek", a voice sounded in Kendra's head.

She's at a campus somewhere in... is that German writing?

"Good eye, she's at Heidelberg, studying engineering and math."

She's struggling, what's that form she's filling out, some kind of waiver?

"She's joining a drug safety trial. The company can't test in the US, so they play this shell game of repackaging their trials overseas. They call it a triple-blind study because the clinicians don't even know what they are administering. They are only supposed to record any adverse reactions along with possible extenuating factors that may explain or excuse them."

So the company just wants to claim its tested and safe, they don't actually want to know if there's a problem?

"Business as usual, why do you seem surprised?"

Guess I thought people used to be better. So they did this shit in the 80's too?

"They've been doing it since the 1880's at least. Same corporation the whole time."

So what drug were they testing?

"Drugs. Plural. To save money they mix several together and claim to hold a trial for each."

How is that legal?

"Shell game. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on, so nobody can report it."

Damn. Looks like it paid well though.

"Yeah, that's how they get the tests done so quickly, just throw a couple of grand at some broke college kids and they'll do anything."

So this woman is your-

"Grandmother. Its a bit more complicated, but that's the closest term."

And the trial is important... something happened to her didn't it?

"It... changed her."

 . . . 

This is....

"France. Just outside of Troyes."

Spring Break?

"Something like that..."

She doesn't know-

"No. She hasn't been with a man in more than five years; there's no reason she should suspect."

It wasn't from a man, was it.

"No."

What did that shit do to her?

"Activated a dormant gene for reproduction. It codes for an enzyme that catalyzes a protein which allows two ova to fuse across the cellular membrane, resulting in an autogamous reaction with rapid incubation into-"

Zzz.

"It made her pregnant."

Not just the once, was it?

"No. It turned her into a brood-mother, an incubator on two legs; she would be pregnant for the rest of her life."

The children?

"One every six months, born at 19 pounds, with the equivalent maturity of a 1 year old toddler."

Ouch.

"Indeed. And exhausting as well, but she held up under the stress for over a decade before..."

That's fucked up. What was... what was her name?

"Sophia. And yes, her story was quite tragic, but were it not for her suffering, I'd not be."

 . . . 

You said she was your grandmother, then one of her daughters must have-

 . . . 

Who's this? Is this your mother?

"No. Well, yes... sort of. But genetically, no. This is Rebecca Walker, my surrogate."

London, right... near Hampton Hill?

"Yes, Teddington."

That's one of the wealthier districts, isn't it?

"It is. And we'll come back to that later."

Another clinic?

"Yes, she's come for a fertility treatment."

She's barren...

"Sadly, yes. But she's about to get a lot more than she asked for."

So the donor was-

"My mother, Phoebe."

 . . . 

Where are we now?

"A small town West of Rio"

Is that Rebecca?

"She's traveling with her fiance to celebrate their engagement."

I wasn't asking for a novella, I just wanted to know-

"Why I have a chip on my shoulder? Keep watching."

So this is some kind of pre-honeymoon~ Who the fuck are these people? What do they want with her?

"Money. Lots of it."

Her family is wealthy... Oh, God, her fiance. They just left him to bleed out in the alley.

"She fought back, they had to improvise."

She recognized one of them.

"Yes. You are usually betrayed by the people closest to you."

 . . . 

They're panicking... they can't release her now, but the bodyguard doesn't want to kill her. They're arguing.

 . . . 

What are they injecting her with? Some kind of drug?

"To borrow from your vernacular, a fuckton of dimethyltryptamine mixed with enough mescaline to kill a horse."

I thought those were relatively non-toxic.

"I don't mean poison a horse, I mean give it a fucking heart attack."

Ah. Point taken. So, they wanted her to forget what happened... did it work- Did they let her go?

"It did. Not exactly the way they expected, but they were never caught."

And Rebecca?

"She died."

But wait, you weren't even born yet...

"Dun, dun, dun!"

You're just fucking with me now, aren't you?

"Couldn't help it.  You're too easy."

So what happened to her?

"She... she never made it home. The authorities found her wandering the streets, completely batshit, and she's been locked with the nutters ever since, her identity a total mystery."

Then you were born in-

"An asylum. And at a whopping 23 pounds, so they figured I was some kid lost during a visitation. And that's when I first entered the system. Not long after that I was 'lost' again when some foreign entrepreneurs were looking to 'adopt'. Bounced around from country to country, trafficker to trafficker, until I wound up here... in crOakland."

 . . . 

That's quite a story.

"That's not the half of it, they experimented on me too. Little did they know how 'reactive' my system would be... but that's enough about me, let's learn about you, Kendra, what makes you tick-", Minerva trails off as she touches Kendra's id, and the girls subconscious probes back, penetrating deep in Min's pleasure center and stimulating her sciatic nerve.

"Oh, so that's what that feels like...", Minerva's eyes glaze over as she is overwhelmed with ecstasy; her knees buckled and she faceplanted, ass in the air, humping her own oversized gloves as Kendra's demonic psyche went to town on her.

The opportunity was not wasted on Poppy, as she took several pictures to document her senior leftenant's fall from grace; even adding a couple of selfie bombs, including the V-tongue gesture on the last before she thought better.

She was just about to delete it when Riki wandered in saying, "OMG she's gonna kill you, Cap'n... oh God, she'll kill me too!" Riki tried to pry her eyes away and leave... but the scene was just too funny, and too hot; she couldn't get her feet to move, but her hands sure got busy.

Camilla was just about to snap a shot of that when her own lust kicked in. "Damn it, now you got me going!", she reprimanded the air as she proceeded to collect all 3 perpetrators- wrapping Minerva under her left arm, then carefully grabbing Kendra by her pants and tossing Riki over her shoulder... carefully balancing her left-leaning load while keeping her other arm free.

Poppy thought about taking them back to the master bedroom, but decided there was only one place that guaranteed them privacy. She did a couple of quick squats to gauge the weight, then grabbed Riki's ass with her right hand to keep her from slipping- well, mostly for that reason she told herself as she gave a couple of test squeezes and a smack, then leapt onto the deck. The nearly thousand pound combined weight, almost half of which was her first officer, caused the ship to sway and strain the supports.

All hands touched down safely, the only casualty being Kendra's pants, which had split from the twin accelerations of launch and landing... maybe she could tell her it happened during the fight.

The Captain entered her quarters and dumped all three unceremoniously onto the reinforced bed... still it groaned and popped under Minerva's neigh trifold mass.

Only now, that all were secured from young and curious eyes, did she give in to her own lust; with a rehearsed motion, the Camilla threw open her uniform and stepped out as it drifted to the finely polished deck. 

"Girl, I know you're not so lost in your own pleasures that you've forgotten about our guests", Cap'n Poppy chided.

Riki froze mid-orgasm, making eye contact for the first time; somehow the girl had enough control, or her body was so submissive to the Captain's will, that she paused amidst the fist wave of her climax, her nethers snapping tight as she heft-to.

The impressive feat was not lost on the Captain, who was about to praise her when she became distracted by the amusing sight of Riki desperately trying not to disappoint.

The girl was struggling to shift Minerva's 205 kilo frame to strip her. Kilo, she pondered, what is a kilo anyway, Minerva always gave her weight in that instead of pounds... must be similar, Riki thought... or maybe she weighed a ton, came the afterthought as a vein popped on her forehead from the exertion. Still, she wasn't about to disobey; meanwhile Min was still blindly grinding against whatever she could find.

"Why don't you attend our other guest?", Poppy remarked, "I'll strip this ox." And with that she heft the big girl like a duffel, stripped her shirt. Her sweatpants, however came off quite on their own. Unfortunately, her massive frame came down quite badly upon Riki's left ankle, and had it not been for the Captain's gaze which first said sorry, then keep quiet, she would have let out a blood curdling scream in pain.

As it was, she was whimpering silently as the Captain rolled Min off her.

"Hey", Camilla started, annoyed at the sudden insubordination from her submissive partner. "You'll be okay in an hour anyway, right?", she asked, to which Riki nodded whilst still quietly sobbing. "Then STOW IT, crewman. And get back to your happy place!"

"Yes Captain!", she saluted, her body resuming climax the second it was given permission.

"How the hell does she do that?", Camilla wondered, still amazed at what this little one could do.

"Commander Min, heave to", Poppy barked.

"Captain?!", came a breathless reply as she slowly opened her eyelids for the first time in almost twenty minutes. "Why can't I stop doing this?", she asks, somewhat frightened as she continues to masturbate for the first time.

As though to answer, Minerva was suddenly greeted with Kendra's demonic visage, hovering over her, glaring through her soul with a lustful stare as her eyes pulsed through shades of pink, glowing so brightly that the world seemed to fade from view.

"Well, that's new", Camilla said, wide-eyed at the scene before her. She leaned in and looked down to steal another glance of Ken's freakish genitalia, almost disappointed to see such a tiny and cute vulva in place of the monster from before.

Turning back, the captain watched breathlessly as her first officer underwent the most violent orgasm she had ever seen. Finally, after countless waves and untold minutes of thrashing, Minerva and Kendra both fell again from consciousness... Kendra quite literally so, as she also fell from about three feet in the air onto the hard deck and a blissful grin.

"And once again, I'm the only one left unsatisfied", Poppy groaned as she flopped back onto her corner chair, splaying one leg against the bulkhead and going wrist deep trying to recreate the sensations she felt when Kendra's mammoth clit was inside... to no avail. She briefly considered using a toy, but they're so damned fragile and do little at her level...

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

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