To my Readers:
The past month has been from HELL, I had a family member (91 years old) in critical condition in the hosp, the United Nations has been rejecting me due to the whole Snowden thing and the U.S. Army has left me hanging, So I tried to make this a really LONG detailed chapter to make up for my extended absence. I am trying something new as well…picture embeds. Pictures inspire me I hope they will help you get a picture of what is in my mind.
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Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 13
At Vandenberg Air Force Base, Marine One landed, with President Perino and her staff on board. Mr. Ping popped out first as a marine Gunny Sgt. in full dress opened the door, stood at attention and saluted.
President Perino emerged from the marine helicopter first. Her hair was styled about her shoulders, and she wore a dark navy blue business suit top, with a white shirt and a red scarf about her neck. She had on high heels and a knee high skirt to match the top, and walked briskly to the red carpeted stairway up to Air Force one. The President paused to return the Marine's salute and was followed by Mr. Ping, Ms. Gannett, clothed in an orange square shouldered formal business suit, with a black blouse beneath and skit. Ms. Gannett was the newly appointed press secretary, and flanked by four Secret Service agents. President Perino mounted the stairs to the huge 747 first and was greeted at the door by the Chief Stewardess, a young looking woman with impossibly black glossy hair, clad in presidential business suit and skirt.
"Welcome Aboard, Madam President," she said brightly. "I will be your flight director for your historic trip to China."
Perino smiled as she shook hands "Thank you I am sure we will do fine"
The small entourage entered behind the President, including two Secret Service men, Buck Rand, a quite fit brown-haired middle aged man in his 40s, and his younger partner Bill "Billy" Jackson. They immediately began a sweep of the plane, while their partners, a powerfully built black ex-marine in his mid-30's named Leon Sprague, and a wiry young 22- year-old male, Robin Jones, moved into the cockpit to check the pilots.
Inside the cockpit, the captain, U.S. Air force Colonel Jake Eagleton, sat beside a Canadian Air force Captain Doug McNair. McNair had a thick mane of blond hair. Eagleton was white on top and in his 50's.
Robin smiled, "Good morning gentlemen, ready for the trip to China?"
Both men smiled "Roger that, you have our clearance papers?"
Leon grunted from near the armored flight door, "Yeah, we took all the precautions," as both men checked the cockpit.
One of the stewardesses arrived with a tray of coffee "Anyone for some coffee?" She smiled brightly, offering up the tray.
Colonel Eagleton looked at the attractive middle-aged stewardess, her chestnut hair worn short.
"Thank you, Bunny" he smiled
"Bunny?", Robin asked curiously.
Colonel Long nodded. "Yes, Bonny Tyler, Who's the new girl?"
"Her boss?", Robin nodded to the Chief Stewardess "Her name is Ecrica. She checks out:" He accepted the coffee, "A strange name I admit but, okay, let's get ready for the takeoff roll."
Robin went back and found Buck, "Everything secure?"
Buck frowned "We have empty animal cages in the hold."
The President's guest, Mrs. Gannet from Gannet News spoke up. "Those are for exchange animals from China for the National Zoo."
Erica walked up and offered each Secret Service man a coffee. "Take your seats, gentlemen. It's time for take-off."
Wonder Woman landed the invisible jet on Paradise Island. The plane taxied to a stop and she opened the door. It was good to be home, and it helped lighten her heavy heart. For her homecoming Diana wore the traditional garb of a Greek princess. A white toga like silk, tied at her narrow waist with a golden belt, leaving one smooth milk white bare shoulder exposed. The toga bunched on her left shoulder leaving one arm completely bare and showing just the start of her warm soft breast. The material stopped at mid‑thigh just enough to cover the curve of her ass. On her bare feet she wore the traditional sandals, which had a sole of hardened leather, open all around with black crisscrossing leather thongs which hugged her calves snugly. Of course her bracelets and tiara adorned her wrists and head.
A younger version of Wonder Woman, similarly clad, ran out to meet her sister clad in an even shorter toga which actually showed off the tuck where her athletic legs joined the muscles of her ass. . "Diana! Welcome back!"
Diana embraced her young sister. "Donna," she smiled, feeling the warmth of the 15 year old girl's body against her. "I am happy to see you!"
Donna Troy, Wonder Girl, looked up at her older sister. "What brings you home, Diana? We weren't expecting you."
A pang of guilt gripped Diana briefly. "I need to speak to mother. Even I need advice every now and then," she replied softly, smiling weakly.
Arm in arm the sisters walked toward the royal palace. Io, Diana's friend, and Paradise Island's Weapons Mistress showed up. Diana had known that Io had a crush on her for centuries. And the athletic red head gave a cheerful wave, her bow slung over her back.
Mounting the palace steps, Wonder Woman encountered two dark-skinned athletic amazons. Identical twins, Nu'bia and Philippus.
Nu'buia, whose golden breast plate sported a lion's head, was the captain of the guard. She stood with her nine-foot-long spear in one hand, and the sword of thegod Aries, won from him in battle, on her hip. The leather of her skirt covered her modesty, and behind her a flowing black cape, as her badge of office. To her left stood her twin sister, Chancellor of Paradise Island, Philippis. Her own armor, crafted from gold and less ornately worked than her sister's adornments, was still striking. It was complemented by the elaborate golden rings she wore around her neck and pretty hoop earrings. Her own cloak was a rich scarlet and she carried only a spear. She and her sister used their two spears to block the entrance to the palace. When they spied Diana and Donna, both snapped to attention and drew the spears upright to allow the royal family passage.
"Good morning Nu'bia, Philippis, It is good to see you again," Diana nodded.
Nu'bia gave a darker smiled to Diana, "Good morning, sister. How goes it in the world of men?"
Wonder Woman chose not to answer but replied instead, "Do you still guard the Doorway to Doom?"
"I do," she smiled, her chest swelling with pride as the lion on her breastplate seemed to come alive.
Diana and Donna entered the lavish palace their footsteps echoing off the richly-carved marble everywhere. Alabaster white offset with color from hanging drapes and tapestries and ornate gold, with intricately-carved and cushioned furniture privileged and royalty.
Entering into the throne room draped in rich silk wall coverings, sat their mother Queen Hippolyta. Her lush purple cloak and her golden staff clearly denote her station as Queen. The raven- haired Greek goddess rushes across the marble floor to her daughter.
"Diana!" The two women embrace closely.
Hippolyta, her mother's instinct blazing brightly, took but a moment to know all was not right with her daughter. Diana was stiff, wooden, and, as she clung to her mother, the queen felt her daughter's shoulders shape in a silent sob.
Hippolyta looked over Diana's shoulder to the smiling Donna, giving nothing away she said gently, "Donna, I would like to visit a while privately with your sister."
Donna nodded, after all it amounted to a royal decree but she did not mind. "Certainly, mother; Diana, I will see you for a swim in the lagoon, later maybe," she suggested as she departed.
Hippolyta held her daughter until Diana was ready, and when her child withdrew a bit, the women's arms slipped down from their shoulders until both clasped hands and faced one and other. Hippolyta looked concerned while Diana hung her head in shame a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Diana," she said gently, "What is it?"
Without looking up the heroine said softly, almost childlike, "I failed, Mother. I let a man…rape me."
Hippolyta rose gracefully and moved to her daughter taking Diana in her arms to gently stroke the silken black mane of hair "Oh… I see" she said gently, embracing the psychologically injured woman. Hippolyta just held Diana for a while, gently embracing her,though inside she raged with fury that someone would so use her daughter.
When Diana finally looked up, it was into the gentle concerned face of her mother.
"You know Diana, no one is perfect, not even the gods, Artemis herself was raped by Poseidon, Persephone by Hades… and I myself was taken by Hercules."
Diana thought she could detect just a hint of lust in her mother's voice when she mentioned the god of strength.
"Mother, you do not understand, I…" her voice went down to a whisper "I licked his feet, willingly, while he gloated over me, I sucked on his…"
"You sucked his dick like it was the greatest privilege on the earth." The queen said, head held high and proud.
Diana was not sure if she was more shocked by hearing her mother use the word "dick" or that her mother completely understood and looked searchingly into her mother's face."
With deep concern Hippolyta took her daughter's hand "Come with me" she said softly. Taking Diana into the queen's bed chambers, there, beside the bed, was a rich Tapestry showing the Amazon defeat of the centaurs hanging on the wall. The Queen tugged on the cords hidden behind and the tapestry parted to reveal a painting.
There in full color stood a Massive smiling man clad in a toga, and on her knees stark naked was her mother. Hercules had on hand gripping Hippolyta's hair pulling her mother's face into his groin, in obvious pleasure. Her mother wore iron maniacals and an iron collar with leash leading to Hercules' other hand. Hippolyta's lips were clearly wrapped around the man's shaft, her hands on Herculeses' hips pulling her face more firmly into the male's crotch. The detail made Diana blush.
"Hercules had two paintings done by Apollo, one for him to hang in his chambers to remember his conquest of me, the other to me so as to remind me of my place. I keep this one indeed to remind me. It was not my choice to submit, and it is because of me that all amazons wear the metal bracelets to remind us why we must never submit to man willingly."
Diana stared at the painting, her mouth open "then he…"
"…mounted me like a well broke mare…yes. So you see I do understand." She walked with Diana to the window. Looking down on the courtyard they could see Nu'bia and Philippis standing hand in hand, the 2 twins genuinely loved each other as sisters.
"I am sorry you went thru that Diana, I tried to warn you against returning to the world of men.
Diana shook her head "not ALL men are evil mother, not ALL men would do that, and they must be made to see us as more then objects."
Hippolyta nodded "I swear to you as your mother and as Queen I will see the man who did this put to death, but the important thing is not to give up. Not to let them control you.If you like, you can stay here and stay with us; I can send Orana to be Wonder Woman, either temporarily or permanently."
Diana hesitated "Mother… this man, he, he swore he would leave me alone if I allow him a free hand to enslave other women. All women are sisters, but if I resisted him, he…he warned me he'd come here, to Paradise island, and enslave you and all the amazons permanently, he'd put you back in that painting and place me and Donna on our knees beside you." Despite herself Diana could not tear her eyes away from the painting.
Hippolyta snorted in a chuckle "I'd like to see him try to take on a whole ISLAND of super powered warrior women, have no fear there Diana; he cannot even find us let alone the fury of Artemis, Athena and Aphrodite that would come down on them if they tried. I am the Queen, even should the Island fall the fault and shame would be mine, not yours, and I assure you I have no intention of being shamed. So… would you like to stay with us, daughter?
Diana considered a moment and then her featured hardened some "No… this is my responsibility; I must deal with it and wipe the shame from my honor. No I will return."
Hippolyta smiled proudly and slipped her supple hand around her daughter's slim waist "Well I hope you will at least stay for a feast, but remember, you're my daughter and I love you and you always have safe haven here.
Chuckling, Barbara Ann Minerva, The Cheetah, moved over the dead barren swamp with the weakened god Urtzkartaga, in her firm arms. Urtzkartaga could barely move as he was cradled against the woman's now soft white furry chest, Minerva's firm breasts warm against him with only her nipples and Areola of her breasts, devoid of the silken smooth fur that covered the rest of her body.
Walking with the grace of a feline, her tail swishing in counterpoint to her hips, Minerva marveled at how light the helpless god felt in her supple yellow furred arms, her black spots moving as she smiled, licking her lips like a cat anticipating its prey. Minerva was excited with all the new sensations, this was not a costume, the fur was REAL, the claws and fangs were REAL, the tail, real and the athletic runners build. All real, and the pain was gone.
Urtzkartaga could only look at a stone sarcophagus as he was carried like an infant in the woman's arms. Weakly he tried to reason with her "Minerva, you...must stop, a mortal, is not ready for these powers…you don't know the consequences."
Smiling, Cheetah laid the weakened god down in the bottom of the stone coffin. Minerva was surprised to hear a feline growl in her throat "Wrooorrrwwwrrrrr, I know enough to know the pain is gone, and I have want I want." She smiled as she swung her leg over Urtzkartaga's chest and clamored into the stone coffin with him, sitting on Urtzkartaga's chest, the soft folds of her cunt plainly in front of the god's face as her thick silken tail gently caressed Urtzkartaga's cock, causing him to groan.
"Ohhhh do you LIKE that?" she smiled coldly down, the sharp interlocking fangs in her jaws visible, her feline eyes gazing down."
Urtzkartaga felt the cool stone at his back as she arranged his feet together, his arms at his side were pinned by her silken firm legs, and the pheromone scent from her sex causing his erection to re harden; part of her gift from the demon Semiazas, who had allowed Minerva to have the abilities of a Succubus, a demonic being that fed off the life force of another thru the act of sex.
Minerva slid back so her fur teased along Urtzkartaga's smooth belly and she leaned forward placing a sizzling kiss on the African god's lips, her smooth human like tongue freely exploring the male's mouth as she felt him grow harder. When she broke the kiss she smiled predatorily as her silken tail teased the male sac she whispered "yesss feel your last arousal" she leaned in and ran her tongue up from the male's chin to his cheek, enjoying the salty taste.
The cheetah woman slid back up to straddle the soon to be defunct gods face, pressing her moist lower lips to Urtzkartaga's mouth and began to ride his face, slipping his nose between the musky soft petals, still wet with his own seed, so that she covered both his nose and mouth, clamping her shapely silken furred thighs around his head to hold him in place.
Urtzkartaga, eyes widened, and he began to struggle but now he was no match for Cheetah's weight and strength. He tried to raise his arms to push her off as he felt the moist silken lips pressing against his face, only to feel her hands bat at his and her fur covered ankles tuck in to keep his arms pinned at his sides.
"Oh stop struggling." she chuckled, gridding her hips down more firmly against his face. "You know you're enjoying that" she licked her lips in anticipation like a Cheetah anticipating a meal.
Falling under the spell of her scent Urtzkartaga felt his hands comply and he laid quietly while the woman above him wiggled her hips, his lungs burning for air. In an act of desperation Urtzkartaga felt his tongue extend to try and push a space between cheetah's cunt and the air so he could breath and was rewarded with a yowl of pleasure from the feline woman above him.He managed to catch a half a lung full of air.
"ohh you NAUGHTY boy" the cruel female gloated moving her hips so she began washing Urtzkartaga's face. Urtzkartaga had to desperately push the moist neither lips aside with his tongue to breath, but each taste each scent thru his nose made the male harder yet, causing the young woman's body to produce more and more of her own juices. To any bystander that could see, the night wore on with the female riding the god's face as she aroused herself with her new toy and began learning her new body.
Despite his desperation to breath Urtzkartaga's erection was now so hard it pulsed and moved with his rapidly beating heart. Cheetah, sensing her victory finally stopped and slid her body back the wet sex sliding along the waxing god's chest as she leaned forward to press firm silken furred breasts to the male's chest, her predatory smile hovering above his face. Cheetah leaned in and panting got right into Urtzkartaga'sface with her fang filled smile,
"Are you ready?" she whispered leaning in to use 2 sharp fangs to place a firm love bite on his neck.
Startled with the sensation Urtzkartaga lunged weakly and felt the feline woman press back and down sliding his cock fully into her moist warm channel, and once again the jungle god felt the drain on his powers and life force as the predatory cat above him began to gorge.
Cheetah felt the thick length spread her and she lifted her tail and ass only to slide it back down firmly on the male's erection, eliciting a grunt from the helpless god.
"That's it" she panted "let it happen, give in Urtzkartaga….it's all over for you, your finished."
With the third thrust Urtzkartaga knew he could not resist, his mind had begun to shut down and he could only focus on the pleasure he felt. The soft furred feline woman above him moved against him and he felt his length squeezed by the warm slippery walls of her sex.
Below her, Minerva watched with glee she finished her adversary off, he began to seemingly age as she rode him, the strength leaving his limbs, age catching up with him. The sounds of the jungle forgotten as, in the east, the sky began to turn a deep red with the coming dawn.
Minerva worked against the once powerful male…he now was prey under her paws, pinned and helpless she drank in his power, his essence. The thrill of the kill within, her she felt Urtzkartaga arch and groan weakly and she climaxed against him, grinding down firmly "that's it…I am going to devour every last DROP of your essence, fool…Ghaaaaaa!"
Finally there was silence. Out in the Jungle the sounds of the beasts of the day stirring as the sun broke over the horizon.
Semiazas appeared as Minerva stretched luxuriously and radiant above the husk between her thighs. She lifted off the mummified remains and swung her form down off the sarcophagus.
"You enjoyed that." the demon chuckled, still wearingN'bid's body.
"You damned right I did" she grinned triumphantly, looking back, at what was left of her prey. Urtzkartaga was now nothing more than a withered mummy, stiff withered, and desiccated as if it had been there for centuries. Cheetah gestured to the heavy stone lid and was pleased to see it raise and settle firmly over its bottom half, sealing Urtzkartaga in forever.
Semiazas smiled "you want me to reverse the Succubus spell now?
Cheetah smiled "you know I already did that, I have all his powers.Now *I* am a goddess like Circe!
Semiazas cocked his head "then I have kept my part of the bargain?
Cheetah nodded "You did in deed, if you ever have need, contact me I think we make a pretty good team."
Semiazas nodded "and what of the Sarcophagus?"
Cheetah wrinkled her nose in distaste "Take that THING and submerge it in the deadest swamp you can find, even destroyed I want nothing left to chance of him EVER coming back."
Semiazas smiled "Very well. And you may call on me as well…do you need some clothing your other clothing got rather torn.
Cheetah began to walk toward the sun, her tail flicking "I am a goddess with my fur, I see no need for garments, nor would I want to muss my fur.
Semiazas nodded approval and levitated the casket to the deepest darkest swam he knew of… he did so LOVE happy endings.
Colonel Eagleton rubbed his eyes as the flight continued. They had been in the air some 14 hours and the routine flight was boring and fatiguing. The silver haired man looked over at his Canadian Co-Pilot, Captain McNair, as there was a tone at the armored flight door. Jack switched on the camera and saw Ecrica, the Chief flight attendant standing, alone with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. Jack thumbed the intercom "What is it Ecrica?"
"I just wanted to offer you both some old fashioned Tennessee apple jack" the beautiful dark haired woman replied, giving the proper code words for everything was ok.
Jack pressed the entry button and the long legged flight attendant entered with the wine and Jack smiled back "What is it Ecrica?"
Dark haired woman smiled "I thought you 2 might like some honeyed wine."
"Honeyed wine?" Doug, the Co-Pilot, asked
Ecrica smiled "My own home recipe, Oh and I think that there is something wrong with that nice young Agent, what was his name...Billy? I think it's his stomach the lad eats anything."
Jack frowned, accepting the small goblet of the dark red wine, he sipped it his eyebrows going up "that has to be the sweetest wine have ever tasted. Doug why don't you go back and see what is up with Billy, I'll take the controls a while.
The Canadian sighted and switched the auto pilot over to Jack and moved toward the passenger compartments, passing Mr. Ping on the way.
Richard Ping looked at the Pilot "Jack, mind if I use the secure phone?'"
With his earphones on and the cockpit noise, the Pilot did not even acknowledge:
"JACK!" The pilot flew on.
Ping smiled and picked up the phone head phones punching in a number and swinging the boom micdown .
"Hello?" A thick English voice said.
"Go Secure, I will initiate" Ping replied, placing the president's White House Key into the phone and turning it.
"Mr. Davies are you there?"
On the other end Actaeon Davies smiled "I see were going according to plan, you have the President's key"
"That's not all I have" the Chief of Staff chuckled "Getting that Intel from Wonder Woman was a stroke of genius."
Actaeon chuckled and replied "It wasn't my idea, it was our clients. It was no problem after we got the codes to obtain this secure phone and a key, anyways what can I do for you?"
Ping nodded "We're ready for the next phase, as arranged China will begin Shipping workers and equipment to build up Africa's infrastructure, state of the art stuff… I need you to step up operations in the White slavery of the women in America, what about The Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman….not to mention the rest of the JLA.
Actaeon chuckled "Superman is in Africa right now, he will be dealt with, Batman has to wait till after Circe is done, as for Wonder Woman, we tracked her jet to a point in the Greek Islands….but I need Chos in America to bring her back.
Ping Chuckled "You will have it….I have to go, I will contact you when we reach china."
Actaeon smiled "Tell the Premier I wish him a Happy Birthday.
Disconnecting the connection Ping moved to the Pilot's chair, leaning over he tapped the pilot on the shoulder. "Mind if I have a look?" his Asian features shining with excitement."
Jack chuckled "nock yourself out, Hey what's that in your hands?"
Mr. Ping smiled holding up a little leather falconers hood, and leather jesses "I am a falconer, I am planning on getting a Bird of Prey for the Chinese Premier as a gift from the United States."
Doug chuckled and moved down the stairs to the lower deck. Stepping from the stairs he turned and let out a surprised yelp as a small black goat with white streaks over its eyes, and small curved horse ran at him with a "Mhaaaaa!" and playfully butted it's head against his thigh.
"What the hell……how the HELL did a GOAT get on board?" the Canadian Captain exclaimed in surprise.
Ms. Gannet appeared and smiled "Probably the same way those others showed up."
As McNair turned to look down the aisle, he was dive bombed by a small bird, "Is this a damned Zoo……?"
The co-pilot stood there with his mouth hanging open, He could see President Perino, she was reclined in her seat, a vacant look in her eyes, mouth open, with some kind of red white and blue spider attached to the side of her neck.
Doug immediately dove for the first row of seats "SECRET SERVICE! Leon, Buck! where are you The President is under attack!"
Pilot and Copilot had arms in the cockpit but not on their person. McNair hit the deck "Leon where……" he found himself staring at a large inky black feline paw, the white tips of the wickedly sharp claws protruding from the toe sheathes of the beast's paws. Doug slowly looked up into the yellow eyes and fang filled muzzle of a 900 lb full grownmale lion.
"Gahh!" the Canadian leaped back, and felt the spindly legs of another animal. Startled, tail up, a large white tailed deer bolted to the back of the plane. The lion crouched and extended its claws, the movement of the prey animal catching its attention.
Ms. Gannet casually strolled out.In her arms a small white rabbit trembled, pressing against the human woman as the media magnate stroked the soft ears and fur, the bunny nose wiggling as it panted nervously. "Careful Doug, if you make Leon any more nervous, he's libel to EAT his own partner." She smiled.
The Canadian got up shakily his back pressed against the wall of the aircraft "W...what are you talking about, what happened to the Secret Service men…Leon, Robin...Billy.
The blond haired woman laughed "I just told you, they're right here." She pointed to the coal black Lion, who sat sill contemplating the deer, it's tail tip twitching, the silken onyx fur shimmering "Leon" she said then pointed to where the white-tailed deer was near the aft galley licking at spilled salt "That's Buck, this is Bunny" she said with mirth in her eyes. The small Bird darted past a patch of brilliant orange just visible on its chest, "That's robin…."
There was a plaintive "Mahhhh!" "Oh yes I almost forgot Billy.
"H…..HOW..." he stared into the green eyes of the blond woman.
Gannet chuckled stroking the long soft velvety ears of the rabbit in her hand calming it and comforting the small beast that could smell the predators. "Come now Captain, you are an educated man, how is your knowledge of Greek History? You noticed that Erica's odd name. Drop the A and reverse the spelling. Circe…..not very imaginative I know but it fooled you.
The Canadian captain looked around wildly this was impossible, he dated past the Press Secretary and up the stairs "Jack…we're under…" he stopped frozen, In the cockpit instead of a Stewardess in a conservative skirt
A lone raven haired woman in a flowing black gown, sat in the Co-Pilots chair wearing his head set. She winked at him with one of her dark eyes cocking her head slightly as he heard his own voice say "Air Force one, status update, everything normal" The gold necklace around her pale white throat.
Jack I..." he turned his head, only now aware of Ping standing there. In the Pilot's seat stood a 4 foot tall Bald eagle with a brilliant white head, standing atop the empty uniform of a U.S. Air Force Colonel. Mr. Ping smiled as he took the Falcons hood and slipped it over the Eagles head…cinching the hood around the birds neck. Ping did not even pay attention to the Gawking Canadian Captain, as he reached down and threaded the jesses around the birds yellow taloned feet, and then attached a leash. "There just how I like ALL my American Bald eagles, Hooded Jessed and soon to be caged.
McNair stared trembling "W…what….do you want?"
Ping chuckled "I already have what I want, a Gift for our Chinese Primer on the occasion of his birthday.
"You; can't get away with this, When they do not check in, when they lose contact with the President…."
"They will what?" Circe smiled, her silken white arm with gold bracelets slipped around the Captain to caress his chest "ooooo such MUSCLES…"
Ping smiled holding the gently struggling bird by the body pinning its wings to its body. They will do what? We represent no country…"
"Terrorists?" The Co-pilot asked.
Circe leaned in with soft red lips and nuzzled his ear "Why do you say that? Are you in terror?"
Doug shook his head "As soon as we touch down…"
Coming up the stairs with the Rabbit still in her arms, Ms. Gannet smiled "When we touch down, my News has enough footage and technology form Perino's speeches; I could make it look like she was doing a strip tease while singing the Marseillaise in Russian.
Doug gaped as she shoved the rabbit that had once been Bonny Tyler into his arm.
Ping spoke next "Talk to her later, we need you for the Coms checks and codes…It would be better if we delayed their knowledge but it is not critical.
Circe nuzzled at his neck "make your choice, Help us, and you KNOW how I like men, or… refuse and join the rest of the crew. McNair is a Scottish name isn't it? Perhaps you'd make a nice ram sheep….or perhaps a magnificent stallion, sell you to your own RCMP…" Circe licked her moist red lips "hmmm yes, I like that;" she ran her finger thru the co-pilots black hair as if it were a mane "I could comb and curry you….."
Doug's eyes widened "NO! I'll do as you …as you ask," his eyes widened.
Ping Smiled holding the captive Eagle as the hooded bird gave no struggle "Then help me with these blasted animals that is unless you want them to run around free, I imagine Leon is getting Hungry and is eyeing his partner Buck."
The Co-Pilot looked bewildered but Ping shoved the eagle into his hands. The feathers were soft, warm, the stiff brown leather hood covering the snow white head. Doug was surprised the bird weighed about 15 lbs. which was much lighter than the nearly 4 foot tall bird would seem to weigh. Jack's yellow feet had huge black talons that were currently balled up, still with the hood the bird, Jack, allowed itself to be held quietly. Ping walked up with a pair of large scissors grinning and began grabbing one of the birds wings stretching out the wing to ½ it's 10 foot wingspan.
Doug began to move Jack away "You can't cut his wings off…"
Ping looked annoyed and tugged back on the birds wing "I told you this is a gift for the Chinese Premier's birthday, I am just CLIPPING the wings" he smiled working the Scissors "Stupid American eagle needs to have his wings clipped.
Dough watched as Ping neatly cut the black primary feathers on both wings. Then produced a Bird cage barely able to Fit the eagle. Once inside, a small padlock locked the door, and the pilot was now a captive bird sitting quietly on its perch making little chirps.
As Susan Gannett pushed the white rabbit that had been Bonny Tyler into a little cage of her own. Ping admired the eagle "I really LIKE seeing American Eagles in cages, it's where they BELONG. Now Go down and lead those others into the cages in the Cargo hold.
The Canadian captain blinked. "You expect me to just go CATCH a 1900 Kg Lion?"
Circe slinked up spinning a large dark leather animal collar around her index finger "Oh don't worry, they will obey unless I tell them not to."
"Who's going to fly the plane?"
Circe pouted "why I am; in 3000 years you pick up a few things' she winked and put his headset on returning to the Pilots seat.
Several minutes later the Canadian moved down the stairs to the Main cabin deck,holding a collar, several coils of leather rope a Bridle and a muzzle. He passed President Perino who sat her eyes half lidded, reclining; a red mark on the side of her neck with the red white and blue spider still perched as if waiting for a fly.
Sure enough, the massive black lion, er Leon, lay watching the deer…Buck. He knew he had to act fast Circe had threatened if he did not work. He approached the lion first, the most Dangerous, McNair's heart pounded, one swipe of the paw and he would be ripped in two. He crouched down to look into the black lions yellow eyes. "L...Leon….are you in there? Can you hear me? Nod your head if you can."
The lions eyes seemed to focus on the Canadian co-pilot, searchingly, He thought for a moment he saw recognition in the lion's eyes. But the big cat did not nod his head, it simply remained panting softly.
"I'm Sorry Leon, but, I don't have a lot of choice at the moment." He placed down the leather gear and retrieved the Leather muzzle. "Now, Hold still" to his relief Leon did hold still as he slipped the thick leather around the huge fanged muzzle, and pulled the leather loop over the feline ears. The Yellow eyes regarded him as he felt the thick black mane. Another strap went around the thick neck and buckled so an animal could not rub the thing off. With the neck part secured, Doug cinched down the straps around the jaws pushing the lion's jaws closed. Once down another wide collar went around Leon's neck and the co-pilot attached a leash. At a tug the lion stood its back nearly as tall as the man's chest. The big cat walked placidly to the cargo deck, where a large squat cage with strong bars. Doug led Leon to the opening, and when he removed the leash, the lion obliged by stepping in. Dough then closed and locked the cage door.
Next was Buck, who sported a beautiful 8 point rack, as with the lion the animal obediently stood while Dough slipped a bridle onto Buck, Like the lion when he questioned the deer, there was that look in the eye of recognition but Buck made no move, to signal intelligence or understanding. It's like they were IN there, observing but submissive to the will and instincts of the animals. Then Doug looped a leather rope around Billy's curved horns. Buck obediently accompanied the co-pilot to the cargo deck, and stepped obediently into its cage, while Billy, his form much smaller, had to be dragged the entire way by a rope around his horns. It took Doug 20 min to corner the flitting Robin, but in the end Robin was placed in a small wire cage on a hook stand beside his comrades, and then the cages of Jack and Bunny were placed in the airborne menagerie. Leon on the end, then Buck, in his cage pranced, Beside that Billy stood chewing on a plastic cup he had retired, Bonny's cage set on a table beside Robin's, and on a hanging stand suspended stood Jack still hooded.
Doug proceeded back up to the command deck. Ping saw him and was leaning back against the engineer's station, Circe was still in the pilot's seat, and April Gannet stood smiling at Ping. "The, er, crew has been secured below Decks, Air Force one is yours.
Ping nodded his eyes appreciatively on the April. Without saying a word, as if on some unspoken command, the business woman reached down and slowly unbuttoned her orange top, staring softly into Richard Ping's eyes, the brunette gave a soft shrug of her shoulders allowing the orange jacket to fall carelessly to the floor behind her. The Canadian noticed her more completely for the first time, long shapely legs clad in black silk stockings, The brunet's nails painted a soft red, and a golden necklace about her supple pale white throat. April's hands went to her blouse and began unbuttoning them. Showing more and more of her Cleavage, she looked to be about a C cup. Moving fluidly, her fingers unbuttoned the lace cuffs of her blouse and shrugged, revealing her pale white smooth shoulders, the spaghetti straps of a laceyblack teddy that snugged closely to her body. The woman's soft brown nipples were clearly visible through the lace, broken by the glint of metal nipple rings. Doug would have spoken out right then had not the sight of such a woman, of power, willingly stripping before the Chief of Staff without any hint of modesty for who might be watching.
With a smile of lust April continued, her skirt fell away, showing the rest of the lacy black teddy, cut high over the curved of her hips, her tight ass firm as one wither own personal Gym and trainer. The teddy served as a garter belt as well. And with a practiced motion the woman who controlled the largest media corporation in the world, kicked off her high heels, flexing her toes in the black silk stockings.
McNair thought she would stop there, but she did not, with a simple sweep of her hands the spaghetti straps slipped from her shoulder and she began to peel the teddy down, her firm pouting breasts, a slight impression on them where the lace had pressed against the supple flesh the whole time never taking adoring eyes from Richard Ping's eyes, her hands released the clips from her thigh high stockings, and rolled the teddy off her hips. As it pooled about her feet, Doug watched fascinated as every muscle in her tight ass moved, and she gently folded herleg and knelt before the man before her, her eyes lowering to bow her head, the chestnut brown hair falling over her bare shoulders.
April reached beside her and retrieved a simple black locking dog collar, and with head bent, offered it to Richard with a great reverence. "Would master like to collar his bitch?"
Smiling broadly, Ping let her hold the collar as he removed her golden necklaces and tossed it away with disdain, he then took the collar as the woman offered her neck, and locked it around her throat. "Suck you stupid American cow" he said with a quiet malevolence.
Without a word of protest Doug watched as April Gannett lifted her head, and with a gentle smile her hands went to the other man's breeches. Tugging at the top of the man's breeches her fingers grasp the zipper and gave a smooth tug, , there was a soft zip as she lowered his fly, and then her long fingers disappeared into the man's pants, gently fishing for what lay within. With an arousing confidence that implied she had performed this many times, the woman gently pulled the man's uncircumcised cock from his breeches and as simple as shaking hands leaned forward on her knees before him and slipped her red lips over the tip his cock, using her lips friction to push back the foreskin so she could run her tongue around the firm head of the man's cock.
The Chief Of Staff smiled and reached down with on hand to cup her throat and with the other to press the back of her auburn head deep into his crotch so her nose and face disappeared into the zipper of his pants holding her there with his head down the back of her throat while he closed his eyes in enjoyment. The woman's cheeks pulled in as she suckled firmly on the warm flesh filling her mouth..
The woman betrayed nothing but total compliance as she letthe man above her manipulate her, and he began to thrust his hips gently at first, her head trapped as he began face fucking her
Richard Ping smiled and leaned back "ahhh I need this" giving a wink to Circe who smiled and gave an open mouthed wing back, the cord to her headphones snaking over her ample cleavage.The Press Secretary kneeling before him suckled eagerly and Ping looked at Doug who still stool like some adolescent Voyeur transfixed by the sight
"No we didn't do a thing to her' he smiled "She's a natural Nympho, and submissive. You can believe me or not, but even though she is an exec, she gets off on being a complete slave. That's why she offered to help us with the President…" he paused and gently smacked the back of the woman's head "Suck more firmly cow, I could care less about your tongue."
Ping murred in pleasure as April's hands went to his hips and she pulled her face deeper into the fly of his pants her lips pressing around the pale flesh more firmly as she suckled harder. "Better" he continued "With her technology it will be weeks before anyone in the U.S. believed anything is wrong, and by THAT time, we will have that cow PERINO under our control, then when the time is right, a few indiscretion, a few Scandals, and the gullible American people will call for her resignation, and in the next election one of our people, a sleeper agent in the American senate will be elected, and he will be loyal to China…
Doug shook his head still aware of Aprils hungrily suckling mouth on the Chief of Staff's cock "They won't buy it.."
Ping laughed "of COURSE they will...for the past Decade we have been feeding the American public a steady diet of sex scandal. Everyone does it but the American hypocrite…what's the term they use? "Hold some to a HIGHER standard? So much for equality hummm?" Talking about his plan was arousing Ping even more and he began to thrust his cock more firmly down the woman's throat; her hand going down between her legs to begin rubbing at her own clit, a puddle beginning to form between her legs. "Think about it, Tiger Woods, General Petraus, Mark Sandford" Ping laughed "Screwing some broad did not impair their ability to perform one bit. Heroes and the Americans turned on them like self-righteous packs of dogs…. And when I am done, I will put that cow, Perino, on my leash beneath my desk licking my feet. He groaned as he reached climax, the woman before him suckling hungrily at the salty fluid as the Canadian watched her swallow again and again.
When Ping finished, he was panting, as was April, smiling she licked up and down the now flaccid cock, and gently put the man's cock away and Zipped him up "Thank you master." She breathed with a genuine smile.
Ping ruffled her long silken locks and looked over at his ally "Circe, why don't we reward the captain, sort of welcome him to the team." He looked at the Canadian "For one who aids us, the rewards can be great.
The Captain began to back up fear in his eyes "I cooperated you said….."
The soft feel of silk was suddenly around his neck, dark flash of April's teddy, as the long legged Circe stood up leaving the plane on auto pilot. "Be at ease Captain, if I had wanted to make a beast of you, you would already be in a cage….I promise to stop immediately." She smiled under her brows, stalking like a tigress on the hunt toward Doug "If you tell me to."
The co-pilot felt Circe's dark sharp nails drag gently up his crotch and felt his cock respond. He allowed himself to be led by the silken teddy and April down to the first class lounge where a large bed rested in a secluded room built especially for the president.
April whispered "Many a white house intern has been bedded here" she smiles "I should know we broke the story of Monica Lewinsky" Removing the teddy, she turned and closed the door.
Walking like a school boy, the Canadian Captain let himself be led. Circe looked hungry "If you know my myths, you know I have a…strong sexual appetite in men?" she smiled and shrugged, her black gown dropped instantly showing her pale white Greek body, She was stark naked, her black hair flowing down her back, a thick silken patch of black fur curled between her legs showed the soft folds of a warm sex.
April moved around next, still wearing her silken thigh high stockings and nothing else, her own crotch sported close trimmed her auburn hair, a clit ring nestled between. The two women walked up and began undressing the co-pilot, their Jennifer Gannet's smooth hand unbuttoning his shirt to slip within while Circe deftly peeled his shirt back the caress the skin of her sharp nails down his arms deftly worked at his trousers. Circe smiled as she personally ripped and shredded his sleeveless tee shirt and briefs. Doug felt their appreciative eyes roaming him as each woman took a hand and ledhim to the bed.
He climbed up, with Circe on his right, and April on his left. Sitting back he felt Circe lean forward and draw her nails up his erect cock unbidden, while April's hand gently cupped his balls as if weighing them. .Looking at him under her eyes the press Secretary gave a soft giggle "I see you like this" her lips nuzzling at his ear lobe.
He nodded gently and was unable to keep from panting between 2 of the most beautiful naked women he had ever seen, one a Goddess.
Circe's breasts had dark areola, with an impossible pale white, he felt them urge his arm around each and felt his hands moving along their bare backs to caress both smooth asses simultaneously.
April giggled, and leaned in to lick his nipple, her lips soft as she kissed the firm flesh.
Circe moved up and pressed her lips, sweet with honeyed wine, against him, her hands caressing his face.They kissed deeply, tongues intertwining, as they explored each other's mouths.
Circe broke the kiss "Are you married Doug?"
McNair panted hungrily nodded as he rolled atop Circe.She complied, joyfully,laying beneath him as she guided his cock into her body and he thrust.
Immediately he felt the slippery muscular walls of the Greek goddess as she sheathed him and pulled him to one pert breast.
He gladly took it into his mouth suckling firmly and was rewarded to see the goddess arch her back and pull his face into her soft flesh, rolling the man gently against the warm skin.
The Canadian drew back to thrust and felt something wet as April moved behind them and began to lick at his cock as it slipped into and out of Circe. His scrotum pressed up by her nose. The surprised caused Doug to thrust firmly in, and Circe to yip and giggle,her sharp nails sharplydrawing and teasing up his back leaving red welts along the pale skin.
He set up a firm thrusting, deep into the goddess…not waiting to see what else would happen as he wrestled her. April moved with them moving to always nuzzle and lick gently at their union. Circe had refined her art for ages, as the man above her rutted; she relaxed her muscles to allow him to thrust in firmly, and clenched them around his thick erection as he withdrew to pull at him gently.
As Doug felt his climax build, suddenly Circe grabbed his hair and tugged sharply rolling so she was atop him straddling the man. His concentration broken he felt his climax ebb, as Circe smiled "ohhh now you don't, I am not DONE with you yet" she leaned in moving his erection within her as she nibbled at his nipple.
The sensation caused him to nearly cross his eyes as his lust flared again
The long dark haired woman sat up, her breasts swaying as she moved and she lifted her hips to grind back down atop her captive male, feeling April's tongue again licking at their union from behind. Dough again thrust up to meet her...his hands coming up to squeeze the breasts firmly, softly kneading them. The 3 of them now glistening with sweat as they moved, together, each one trying to gain advantage. Dough felt his climax grow again, close as his pre began to pour into the raven haired goddess, he struggled to finish and climax when suddenly he felt Circe's sharp nails, like claws at his throat. With a mischievously smile she leaned in, her fingers tightening making it hard to breath, prickling his neck "If you finish before me…I will rip your throat out."
Doug didn't know if she was serious or not, but felt his lust once again shrivel as his heart skipped a beat, though not his flesh, as April moved in to gently muzzle his balls into her mouth. This time it was Doug who reached up to grab a fist of that dark mane and yank, rolling atop Cerce as she gave a yelp of pain and surprise. For an instant Doug thought she was going to attack him when she BUCKED hard on him and pulled him to her breast "ohh you learn FAST shegiggled a wild look in her eyes.
The Canadian pilot grinned down pressing her shoulders to the satin sheets of the bed and began thrusting HARD…slamming their pelvises together. Doug considered himself a fair lover, but he had never gone this far before, he stopped holding back slamming together, as he felt April's nuzzling mouth over different parts of his body. The 2 struggled, each trying to drive their own climax, as Circe would distract him only to tease him.
Grunting with effort Dough managed to get both of Circe's wrists pinned above her head, and leaned in and sealed his mouth over hers, Finally with leverage, he felt his hips buck, his cock pressing against her cervix as he lunged into her as if trying to stab her to death. When his climax erupted deep within her, he felt her body clench around him. Fearing she would try something his other hand came up to her throat and Squeezed "S…STAY" he shuddered as his length gave pulse after pulse within her. Arching he trembled as he felt his strength fail him. And with a dark laugh Circe pushed him over.
The Goddess sat up panting, her sharp nail drawing a design on his chest "that wasn't bad' she smiled "with some training you could be another Ulysses.
Doug could hardly sit up "I..I never…" feeling his softening erection pulling from within Circe's body, that familiar cool feeling a man gets when is cock is still coated in his lovers fluids, and the air begins to evaporate. Quickly replaced by a warm slipperiness as April's mouth quickly slipped over his cock, the newswoman's tongue slicking and suckling their salty sweet fluid from his cock.
Circe smiled pulling his head onto her bare breast "Regrets?
All he could do is shake his head no.
Circe smiled "good because you have neglected someone…"
Doug felt the silken leg of April slip over his thigh and slide silkily up his thigh movingoff hiss cock as she moved to mount him.
Doug blinked "W...wait I need a few…' his eyes widened as he looked down, his cock growing back to full hard. His eyes wentto the dark haired goddess "how…."
Circe smiled under her eyebrows and chuckled "I'm a goddess…you should get a FEW perks shouldn't you. She vamped his head as April guided his wet cock between the auburn curls of her se, riding him cowboy style.
Doug groaned grabbing the news woman's hips to pull her down onto his saddle horn while Circe giggled and cradled his head against her soft breasts. April showed no hesitation, as she let the co-pilot mount her bare back; The Man's hands lifting to maul her breasts while she lifted and jammed herself back down against his cock. His fingers found the nipple rings, tugging against them playfully as he felt April's black silk stockings against his sides.
His initial lust vented into Circe, Doug had a LOT more stamina this time, his thick length pressing deeply into the woman's body to feel his head pressing up against her cervix, Circe's bare foottracing up his leg as she nuzzled his neck leaning down to crush a kiss to his lips, their tongues mingling.
Never in his wildest dreams did Dough believe he would realize a fantasy like this as the 2 women delighted in his body. April leaned forward, her hands on the bed to either side of Dough's shoulders while Circe Lay behind him cradling his head between her breasts, her feet teasing his flanks, while her nails roamed around his nipple, or her hungry mouth sought his neck.
Growling, he pushed April back, forcing her to all 4's to enter her from behind. This made Circe all the more hot, as she moved behind him, her bare body pressed against his using it to help him thrust forward. "You KNOW I LOVE Doggie style" she purred.
Doug didn't hold back and April was like a compliant kitten for whatever he wanted to do. He heard Circe ask " you could stay with us but…what about your wife?
Thinking of her, Dough pressed into to the slippery flesh before him and shuddered in another hard climax…. Groaning as he emptied into April. Trying to catch his breath he felt April slip off him, the same cool feeling around his cock, replaced once again by her warm mouth. His cock not allowed to go flaccid as she teased it to stay rigid.
Circe climbed to the bed on all 4's , as April guided Doug back to Circe's smooth furry ass, pressing his tip against the Goddess's anus, April slipped behind him and leaned in so he felt his cock penetrate the goddess' ass. The goddess smiled over her shoulder at him, her one eyebrow arching in anticipation of his answer to her question.
As Doug pressed in and felt her perfect ass mold to his groin he heard himself say "H..how about a nice mare?
Outside the cabin door, Richard Ping listened to the 3 as they continued their romp. With a warm smile he turned to the prostrate American president and began advancing on her, malice in his eyes "Well now why don't we prepare YOU for your meeting with the Premier….
(To be continued)