The Newest Generation Pt. 05

I was actually the only person in the room who wasn't aware of what was going on. Ben's sweaty exterior held no meaning to me, as I ducked and weaved around his sharp jabs and snapped quick punches at the pads as directed. But everyone in attendance was lulled into a quiet awe. There had been a few snickers and jokes made at the 'poor quality' stitches in the sandbag. More than a few people had showed up purely to hear the story in person to gauge its validity. But seeing the world class kick boxer, heaving with exhaustion as he barely kept up with the rapid movements of a girl half his size... Well that wasn't something you could refute... Or rationalise...

Ducking under what I believed was a quick jab, I stood and swung at the opposite mit. The sharp snap as my fist smacked on the faux leather and Ben twisted to bring his opposite hand around in another swing. Bringing up my arm, I blocked his swing with my forearm, stopping him dead on his feet. Unfortunately, his momentum carried and the big man slipped on the slightly wet training mat we currently stood on. In an instant, I went from aiming at the opposite mit, to swinging around and grabbing Ben before he hit the floor. As his legs went out from under him, I managed to get my hand under his head and cradled him as we went to the floor together with a dull thud.

"Shit, Ben, you okay?" I asked quickly.

Ben just laid there panting, before flashing me a grin. "That's my girl!"

His big arms yanked me into a firm hug and I giggled as we were hit by a solid impact from the side, that felt suspiciously like Jane.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" She squealed.

I just grinned in confusion. I thought I did okay, but this was literally my second day. I shouldn't have gained THAT much praise. But as I opened my eyes, I looked around the room and all I saw was eyes. Everyone was watching me with silent awe. The only one who moved, was Samantha, who strode up and held up her phone for me to see what she had recorded. And... It didn't make a lot of sense.

"Can you slow it down a little, it's hard to see what's going on," I frowned.

Samantha chuffed and shook her head. "Amber, that's playing at real-time."

I giggled, looking back at the video and frowned. Looking closer, I watched how it played out. And that's when I noticed that while I moved like a blur, Ben looked like he was moving in slow motion beside me. Only, he was moving like one of those cage fighters on TV, lashing out with big swings as often as quick jabs, failing time and time again to make contact. Looking down at Ben, he was peeling off his mits and checking his hands.

"That's gonna smart for a bit," he chuckled, showing me the blotchy red patterns on his skin.

It honestly looked like he'd been slapping the floor for twenty minutes, not catching my quick punches on thick mits. But before I could apologise, he pulled me back into a firm hug.

"I'm so proud of you. Jane's not the only weapon we're going to have to register," Ben chuckled.

I just frowned, "how's that work anyway?"

"That's The Organisation," Samantha chimed in. "Some futa, like yourself, developed physically into rather powerful individuals. Couple that with high end training and they were literal walking weapons. The organisation went into talks with the government about how to handle the situation and they came up with the idea of registering trained fighters. But, because misuse would come outside of The Organisation's jurisdiction, the requirement just became a flat line that covered everyone. Something about upholding the anti-discrimination act."

"Huh..." I nodded, "So... what did these futa with super strength, or whatever, do?"

Samantha grinned, "they were some of The Organisation's finest agents."

***

"That bitch!" Mary snapped.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just shut the fuck up a moment," he grunted, forcing his dick inside her.

Dean was pissed after the information he'd stumbled across in the end. Not only was his girl lezzing out like a bitch. But she'd planned on making it permanent. Add the severe case of blue balls they left him with, he'd marched in the front door after school and demanded Mary take her clothes off. Only once he had his dick wet, did he tell her what he knew.

"Fuck," Mary moaned, before shaking her head. "Dean, we need to do something! I-We can't let this happen!"

"Shut up!" Dean snapped, swatting her ass, leaving a large red hand shaped mark.

Mary hissed in pain as Dean kept fucking her. She wasn't into the pain and didn't appreciate being slapped on the ass, but at least he was fucking her hard enough that she could almost pretend it was her larger, more powerful husband. But with the ache from her jaw, she thought it unlikely that she'd be able to get herself off before the young man finished himself. What she needed was a gun. Then she could separate that monster from her daughter. And if she was lucky, she could kill that bitch and be done with it.

"Oh, fuck!" Dean grunted and hilted himself inside her.

Mary frowned. She hadn't been paying much attention the night before. But now she was clear headed enough to realise that he was a virile young man. And she didn't have any birth control.

"Can you not do that inside me?" She asked softly.

SLAP

"Slut, you should be thanking me for fucking your fat ass," Dean snapped. "I'm doing all the hard work, the least you can do is keep me happy!"

Mary groaned, "alright, alright. What are we doing then?"

Dean pumped away until gripping twin handfuls of her ass cheeks, painfully tight. "Fuck, take it slut!" He grunted, hilting himself inside Mary.

Mary just groaned, both annoyed and relieved. Annoyed that she hadn't had time to finish, relieved that he'd stop tormenting her and they could get on with their plans.

"Fuck, for an old bitch, your cunt's still tight," Dean mumbled pulling out of her.

Mary closed her eyes, "thank you, Dean."

"Now, come here and clean me off while I have a think."

With an almost inaudible sigh, Mary turned around and took the young man's cock in her mouth. The twinges in her disappointed pussy only aggravated her aching jaw. She was actually thankful he wasn't very large because it hurt to open her mouth very far. The pins that were put in place to hold the bone together made it solid, but still hurt terribly when the pain medication wore off.

"Might have to get you to teach Amber how to suck cock," Dean smiled.

"Mmm Mmmm!" Mary disagreed.

"Oh shut it, slut. You're in my house, sucking my dick and taking my painkillers," Dean snapped, neglecting that they were actually his father's pills. "Just take the fucking compliment. You suck dick good. Bitch like you has probably practised a lot," Dean grinned at his own clever joke. Mary just sighed internally and tried to do the best she could. The last time she spent sucking his dick he slapped her, and she really didn't want that happening again while she was recovering with her jaw. Dean sighed after a few minutes, "I'll admit, you had a good idea this morning," Dean mumbled. "Get some guns. Then we could just MAKE them listen."

Mary tried to grin, but stopped when her jaw ached. Instead she slid Dean's cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "We can't kill them though. Just scare them."

Dean sighed and grabbed her hair, yanking her back onto his cock with a painful groan. "Of course we won't kill them, stupid bitch... " Dean sighed.

Pulling out his phone, he checked his messages and saw nothing. He'd asked a few friends to keep an eye out tonight, but the useless morons obviously didn't do it. Out of boredom he started scrolling through his social media. The whole time, Mary tried to hold back her tears as her jaw ached painfully. And that's when he stopped. It was a ten second clip of the end of a live broadcast from Jane's father's gym. He was probably the reason she was a dyke. Even with tits she was more man than half the guys in town. No wonder she liked licking carpet. Shaking his head in disgust, he hit the video to catch the end of the stream.

"-Azing, how did you do it?" an excited young man asked an awkward looking Amber.

She just shrugged, "I dunno, I just, did it I guess."

"Think I could get any pointers?" he asked.

Amber shook her head, "ask Ben. He's the one training me." Dean growled to himself, thinking about Ben turning Amber into a dyke as well.

"Well, how about dinner? My treat, for you and your friend there," the man practically begged.

Amber just smiled, "sorry. I'm heading to The Den with my fiancée tonight." And right on camera, she pulled Jane in for a kiss.

The camera panned around to get a close-up of the young man who was filming. "Fucking HOOOOOT!"

"ERIC!" A booming voice cut over the young man's. "Cut that shit out!"

"Sorry, Sir!" Eric said, flashing a grin at his phone before cutting the feed.

Dean looked down at the pained expression on Mary's face, "Jesus Christ if it hurts that much go take a fucking pill..." Mary whimpered as she quickly moved away and Dean just shook his head. "Junky slut," he mumbled.

***

The familiar feel of those wooden floors was quite comforting. After all the hustle and bustle in Ben's gym, the quiet serenity of this place was the perfect atmosphere. Dave had welcomed us in with open arms, while he'd informed us that Maggie was inside somewhere. I still felt a little awkward stripping to the nude for strangers. Especially when an older couple of futa came in and eyed my package as they casually dressed and left.

"Hey," Jane said, catching my attention.

"I'm okay," I smiled at her.

"You better. Or I'm gonna make you orgasm in public," Jane winked.

I just blushed and took her hand as she led us through the entrance. Like before, the room was filled with large pools of steaming water, built into the floors.

"Jane! Amber!" A voice called.

Turning, we spotted Maria of all people lounging beside a young man and a familiar looking girl. She waved us over, so after a quick glance at Jane, we headed over to join them.

"Hey ladies," she smiled. "This is Dan," she gestured to the guy sitting beside her. "And you probably know Eve from school."

"Hi," I waved at them both.

Dan eyed Jane and I hungrily for a moment, before flashing a smile, "evening ladies. I'm assuming you're bonded?"

Jane and I smiled and squeezed one another's hands, "shit," the black girl muttered. She caught our concerned expressions and sat up. "Sorry, I changed real young. Been toeing the line ever since, waiting for a match. Then you two pop up and... Well I can't help but feel like I'm missing out," she pouted slightly.

Jane and I nodded, "yeah. We got lucky."

"Real lucky," Jane agreed.

Eve nodded, "sorry. Didn't mean to kill the mood. You gals wanna sit in? There's room."

Jane and I grinned. "We'd love to."

Jane and I got into the tepid water and relaxed into one another. Eve was one of the track team stars from school. She was in a couple of my classes, but we hadn't had anything to do with one another. Though now we at least knew we were futa. The organisation doesn't out it's members. Only if you come out and tell the world, or if you pump into someone in a place like this does the truth usually come out. Dan on the other hand, was an old childhood friend of Maria's. Apparently they had a bit of a thing when they were younger, but it hadn't gone anywhere. Now, he was her closest volunteer when she was at home. Which was convenient, as they'd been neighbours since before she changed. After he'd finished ogling the two of them, he was witty and intelligent. Amber decided she liked the pair of them and promised to keep in touch. Especially when they would bump into one another.

***

"You sure this is the place?" Dean grumbled, pulling up in front of a well lit doorway, in an otherwise empty industrial area.

"This is the only place I could find that matched the name," Mary grumbled. Her jaw still hurt, but not like before. The painkillers had finally started to work their magic. "It wasn't even on a google search. It was listed in some forum I found. People were asking where it was to stage a protest a few years ago. Apparently it's some kind of sex club or something."

Dean nodded and looked up and down the street. There were a few cars but he couldn't see Jane's. But as two older women came out of the door with wet hair a cab pulled around the corner and they got straight in. "Shit," Dean mumbled. "Mary, go in there, see what it's like."

"What?" Mary asked, "why me?"

"Because those two were ladies!" he hissed back as his anger rose. "I'm not going to be very inconspicuous walking around a bunch of women, am I?"

Mary sighed and nodded her head. "Fine, I'll go look."

"That's my girl," Dean grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Go on, I'll be here."

Mary nodded at the complicated feelings she had about the kiss. Gripping the heavy package hidden inside the borrowed jacket she wore, she opened the door and got out. Getting guns, as it turned out, was pretty easy. Dean went and talked about his mother with his dad. His dad in turn got himself drunk and passed out. Then they simply took the key to his safe and took what they wanted. Dean, the big man that he is, took a pump action shotgun that was apparently his dad's favourite. Mary took a small revolver. But what Dean didn't know, was as he unloaded the shotgun and tipped the loose shells back into the safe. Mary had managed to smuggle out a half full box of ammunition and hid it between her breasts. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but it pressed them higher and seemed to Keep Dean from asking too many questions. She wondered if Dean would be mad about her plan to kill Amber. But she remembered the ache in her jaw and the swollen hand print on her ass and changed her mind. Amber was the real threat. If Dean got uppity, she could shoot him too. As long as she got her precious Jane away from Amber, Jane would eventually forgive her. And with Jane's forgiveness, Ben would come crawling back. She could be happy again!

Pushing open the door the women had left, Mary frowned as she looked inside. It was a solid, dark-wood corridor with a single large man standing at the end.

"May I help you?" he called.

Mary gulped and slipped inside as the door closed behind her. "Umm, I'm just making sure this is the right place," she said awkwardly.

It must have worked, as the man's expression softened. "Are you new to the area?"

"Ah," Mary paused. "No, I've lived here my whole life."

The man nodded, "got your ID handy?"

Mary quickly shook her head, "ah, no. Sorry."

The man crossed his arms. "Sorry miss. I can't let you in without authorisation. If you're interested in volunteering, I can give you a pamphlet, but I can't let you in."

Mary gritted her teeth a moment, before realising how much it hurt to do so. "What CAN you tell me about this place."

The man eyed her warily and sighed. "This is a place for members of The Organisation to come and relax. If you'd like to know more, you'll have to get authorisation. I can give you a pamphlet so you have an idea about what volunteering entails.

"Right," Mary said, mentally flipping a coin about whether or not to pull the gun. "Yes, I'll take a pamphlet.

The large man nodded and turned, placing his hand on the wall. A moment later a small click sounded and park of the wall pushed in. "Just wait here. I'll only be a moment," he said, sliding the hidden wall panel to the side. Stepping into the dark room beyond, Mary quickly darted forward to the door the large man was guarding. Giving it a firm push, it didn't budge an inch, so she spun on the spot and darted back outside without a second glance. Dave, hearing the rattle of the doors, turned and rushed back to the entrance. But as he stormed into view, he only caught sight of the main entrance doors swinging shut.

Raising his wrist to speak into the radio, "Maggie, just had a weird encounter."

The radio was silent for a moment before crackling, "yeah, hon?"

"Single woman came in all nervous like. Asked a few questions and when I went to get her a pamphlet, she tried the doors and ran when she couldn't open them. I think maybe that crazy Church of Purity is trying their shit again." Dave mumbled softly.

"Oh, shit," Maggie sighed into the radio. "I don't know where I'd be without you, hon. Tell you what, after you swallow all my come tonight, let's get little Dave out of his cage and I'll let you rub him between my tits for three minutes."

Dave immediately throbbed uncomfortably in his cage at the thought, "thank you, Mistress."

"Don't thank me yet," Maggie chuckled darkly. "If you come within those three minutes, you'll go back in the cage for a week. If you last, I'll use my mouth."

Dave groaned softly. Even the thought of Maggie using her mouth on him nearly had him pushed over the edge. He bit his lip thinking about how hard it would be not to come on her perfect tits the moment he made contact with her skin.

Across the road, Mary scrambled back into Dean's car.

"Well?"

Mary sighed, "I couldn't get in. There's a big guy, guarding the doors. But, it's definitely something weird going on. He mentioned The Organisation. So whatever it is, they're probably here."

"You have a gun," Dean grumbled.

Mary just looked at him and sighed. "And if I'd used it, who knows. Maybe he's wearing a vest and would have fought back. Not that I have any bullets," Mary lied.

Dean just sighed, "fine. Just... Just keep watch..."

Chapter Sixteen 47000

I still couldn't get over Maria's confidence when around Dan. They really were childhood friends. I could clearly see that he wanted more out of the relationship, but even he knew the situation. He'd be addicted and not be loved like I loved Jane. It would be a terrible position for both of them. Eve on the other hand, once she warmed up to us, was kind, but rather abrupt and swore like a sailor. She'd had many a sexual conquest and enjoyed telling us all about it in great detail. Needless to say, by the end of the night, Jane and I had found our own pool, where the two of us made love in the shallow water, just to ease the tension. Then, satisfied, we'd ordered a meal each and decided to head back to my place before It got too late. I hadn't seen my parents in a couple days and could do with a family hug. Not to mention, to get my parents to organise another dinner with Ben, so we could tell them as a group about our pending nuptials.

So, hand in hand with the woman I loved, we waved goodbye to Maria and our new friends as we headed back to get dressed. As usual, nobody had touched our belongings. But we still made a quick check after Maggie mentioned a strange trespasser this evening. But if it were of any importance, they wouldn't have let us leave. Hell, Dave gave an uncharacteristically happy wave goodbye on our way out.

"Hold on, I'll book the taxi," Jane said.

"Have it come to the store over there. I want chocolate," I giggled.

Jane smiled, "deal."

We made our way towards the brightly lit shop, hand in hand. There wasn't anything to talk about, so I just enjoyed the softness of her skin and imagined it parting over my cock when we got home. Of course, this was the exact moment, screeching tyres had Jane and I diving away from the road.

"Get away from my daughter, slut!" A woman screamed.

Rolling to my feet, I froze at the sight before me. Jane was being hauled to her feet by her mother. Dean was standing beside her. But that wasn't what stopped my heart cold. It wasn't the shotgun Dean had tucked under his arm, it was the look in Mary's eyes as she levelled a revolver at me.

"Hey! Put that shit down!" Dean snapped at her.

Mary turned on him, 'you! You just shut the fuck up, you tiny dicked child! I've had enough of your shit!"