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Adult PG14
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Cassandra 6
The Bear had been following Cassandra for three days. The poor furry bastard couldn't figure if he wanted to mate with her or eat her. Cassandra needed the super-sized Grizzly as a deterrent to male humans in the area. He was a big one, better than two tons, in keeping with the new giantism, the affect of a very high oxygen level in the atmosphere. She could kill it if it was necessary, but he was a comfort to her, ever since the spidey- bug killed Leo. The bear’s scent was a ready-male and it gave her ease, in an odd way, that there was someone keeping and eye on her. Samson’s presence had began to manifest itself in the reawakening of her feminine self. She felt herself smiling stupidly and singing some ridiculous song that a lab-assistant sang, as a slur against her, while she was growing in the artificial womb.
She sang it anyway, because she liked it. "She did the mash - they did the monster mash!"
She felt them before she saw them, there were eight riders just north of her. The bear let out a howl, letting her know that it was going to circle back behind the riders. Who ever they were, they kept their distance, so she figured they had been trailing her for some time. It was clear enough that their intentions were not honorable. She heard a scream to her left; her bear friend had found their scout. They knew whom they were tracking.
She had been riding the leeward side of the mountain range, at just about treeline. The Appalachians had been driven up further, by the Change and the windward side was coastal, tropical, and it rained almost constantly, making for almost impossible travel. The leeward side, above the foothills, was deciduous forests and more temperate, allowing a better traveling climate. Her not- very-well planed out route was to skirt the tree line all the way to Big Coal, in the Side Lands - ferry down Juno Lake to Jaser-ride up on the Macksy Trail - head south on Old Cooks Range - take a dirigible to New Verkhoyansk and have a soak in the hot springs - then on to New Moscow, and then off planet to Mars. How that was going to be done she hadn't a clue, except to continue heading south. These monkeys on her tail were just what the doctor ordered; she was getting lonely and bored. She turned down-mountain and found an outcropping to hide her animals. She dismounted and climbed to the top of the rock. Disrobing she sat and let the sun beat down on her, allowing her skin to emit its aromatic potency. They would be here soon enough. She laid back and closed her eyes.
"Sister what the hell are you doing? This ain't no place for a suntan. You got seven buttheads sniffing around, looking to take your pretty white ass and discarding it - and you - when they are done with it. Get down off that rock - and whew - we have got to get you a bath, you smell like a Lowmoscow whore."
Cassandra sat up and looked down on a gang of women, all sizes, multi-hued - all armed to the teeth. The big black woman, who was talking to her, was taller than Cassandra and rippled with muscle. The other women backed up as Cassandra sneered. The leader smiled broadly and ignoring the threat, held her ground. Cassandra snarled and did a flip off the rock, landing right in front of their leader.
"Cute! Step back out of my face bitch, or we will be at it." She reached for a sheathed knife at her side. Cassandra grasped her wrist, preventing the knife from being drawn. The vexed woman made a move and Cassandra threw her fifteen feet across the small clearing, knocking the wind out of her.
The other ten mounted women charged Cassandra. In a blur all ten women were thrown from their horses, flying in as many directions. Two other women, hiding behind trees, drew a bead down her and fired. Cassandra heard the trigger snap and moved almost invisibly, appearing behind them, knocking them unconscious.
Cassandra turned around and went over to the still stunned, wild-eyed, black women, and sniffed at her, trying to determine, by smell, what she should do.
These were women, like her, and she wasn't keen on killing them. Maybe they could be friends. She needed tutoring, on how to behave like a woman. She stripped the terrified women naked in seconds, holding here up in the air by her ankle. With here free hand, fondling her breasts, and examining her vaginal folds. 'Much like mine.' - she thought - 'Slight differences'
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"What the hell are you? And please stop that - and put me down." The woman had caught her breath and was staring up at Cassandra.
"No real difference I can see!" Cassandra smiled.
"Well - well what have we here? White meat and dark already un-dressed for lovin'. That is very accommodating - ain't it boys?.”
The voice was male and it emanated depravity, coming from one of the men who Cassandra had invited, with her scent.
"Don't let us stop you - we all like to watch. Don't we boys?" The other men grunted and snickered nastily.
Cassandra looked up at the men, all of them had guns drawn. She turned and noticed that the other women had disappeared into the woods. Cassandra smiled down at the leader, now sitting, and whispered "I'm impressed - your girls are well trained. You have a hand signal - give it. No shooting. I'll take care of these nitwits."
Cassandra stood up slowly, put her hands on her hips, and tilted her head seductively. She let the men have a long look, as the woman behind her flashed an almost invisible hand sign. Cassandra let down her hair and sauntered over to the man who spoke. She walked up to his horse and wiggled her hips. He was tall and stared down at her fiery red pubic hair, with his mouth agape, mesmerized.
"Damn women, you smell powerful fine!"
Cassandra pursed her lips coyly and cupped her left hand demurely over her pubic mound. She then reached up and took his empty gun hand and put it on her breast. The other men hooted in glee as he squeezed roughly, while looking back at his men.
Cassandra reached up, gripped his head, and jerked it hard. The neck broke with a loud pop. She killed the other six men by cutting their throats - with the first mans knife - taken from his sheath, before his body hit the ground.
She turned to the now recovering and astonished women and winked - climbed up the rock - got dressed - climbed down and got her horses. 'She did the mash - they did the monster mash!"
One of the women blurted out, from behind a tree - 'My Lady , could you teach us to fight like that?"
"Get dressed - get your girls - get there horses- we may need them - get mounted. I'm heading south - you'll want to come - I'll make it lucrative - all explain every thing on the way."
The leader didn't even hesitate. The others came out of the woods, all on horseback, apparently her hand signals were very elaborate. After she dressed, the leader just looked at Cassandra.
"Mount up girl!" Cassandra smiled. "I have a huge bear, out there, that doesn't know whether to mate with me, or eat me. I want him as a friend. If he shows up, I'll have to kill him and that would be a shame. He'll come in handy. My names Cassandra and I do certainly need a bath."
The woman saddled up and rode up next to Cassandra.
"Keely is my name - this is my crew. We meant you no harm - we thought we could save you. Imagine that?"
"Sorry about the examination - I haven't been around women much, and well - I end up having to kill men. I was just curious."
"It was humiliating, but It's okay. Another time, if you’d of asked - I might have enjoyed it. I can't ever remember being thrown around like that. The girls and me are a little sensitive to the idea of forced sex."
"Sex! That wasn't sex was it? I just wanted to look at you to see if I was - normal. I've only had one little weak man - hell, I think I still may be a virgin - killed him - and the rest - sex - I've done to myself - I know I do that right."
Her new partner just looked at her with a puzzled look. She turned back to her girls, they just shrugged.
Cassandra laughed.
"Strange huh? I was born in an Elite test tube. And I'm a little different."
"No shit! We would all like to hear the whole story."
"And you will - I have been dying to tell somebody."
A bear roared in the distance.
ken lehnig(c)2009
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Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.
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Cassandra 10
