The  Rifleman

                                                            by  Waldo

1.  Chapter    The Trap



I didn't like the situation that Commissioner Gordon had described to
me earlier in the evening.  A new gang has moved into Gotham City and
they have The Rifleman as a member.  Although The Rifleman and I have
never crossed paths before, I was very aware of his reputation.  A
deadly sharpshooter for hire by anyone that can afford him.  His
expertise is to kill any competition and then to move on to the next
job.  He had been in Chicago for a year and then Detroit before going
to Miami.  Now he was here.  There were no photographs of him nor any
descriptions.  Just evidence of his deadly trail of bodies left behind.
He was a very deadly professional.

A new gang called The Daltons has just moved in to Gotham City, with
The Rifleman helping them to establish their territory.  Commissioner
Gordon had provided me with details on their headquarters that was in
an old warehouse down by the riverfront.  The other gangs were very
willing to snitch on this deadly gang and hired killer.

As I reviewed the files on my Bat-computer on the few known facts about
The Rifleman, I knew that he would be a deadly foe and that I would
probably be his main target, with the other gang chiefs being his
secondary target until he took me out.  If he took me out, no other
gang would give the Daltons any problems.  My Bat-computer found
references to him in six different cities over the last two years.  He
would be rumoured to be in the town and then someone would die with a
thirty-aught-six bullet through the heart.  There was no physical
description, no police drawings, no general description.  He just pops
up, shoots, and disappears, without a trace.  The only people that saw
him, were the people that were hiring him, and they were not talking.
A deadly killer for hire, with a very high success rate.  He would be
expecting me and would be prepared for me.  I also knew that I could
not let his reputation discourage me.  I became the Batman to put
criminals such as him behind bars.  Or under six feet of dirt.

I walked into the Batsuit room and removed my normal Batsuit.  I put on
a special bullet-proof Batsuit that was re-enforced with multiple
levels of kevlar.  The Batcowl was also much heavier because it had a
form fitting helmet hid within it's kevlar coated covering.  When I
wore this, the only exposed space on my whole body was my mouth and
chin.  The cape was also re-enforced and could provide some additional
protection, but all this protection added almost fifty pounds to my
overall weight.  I didn't like to wear this particular suit because it
was much heavier, warmer and reduced my freedom of motion.  But it had
saved my life before and was just what I needed, if my suspicions were
correct.  I felt that I was walking into a trap.

My Batsuit should stop that bullet unless it was one of the Black Talon
type bullets, which is the bullet called the Cop Killer.  If he has
that type of bullets in his rifle, my armoured Batsuit would stop the
bullet but it would not offer much protection from the impact of the
bullet.  The impact of the bullet could be very dangerous, even if the
bullet couldn't penetrate my Batsuit.

                                 *****

I parked the Batmobile six blocks away from the Dalton's riverfront
warehouse after programming into its computer memory, the emergency
route that I wanted it to automatically drive if I ran into problems.
All I had to do, was to press a special button on my utility belt to
activate it.  Then it would automatically drive it's programmed route
to the side of the building where I was going to challenge The
Rifleman.  I had other routes pre-programmed into my Batmobile's
computer, to automatically drive it's self to the nearest hospital, to
the Batcave, or to Police Headquarters.  The computer would determine
it's present location and then select a route based upon computer
street maps.  It avoided other cars and pedestrians by radar sensors;
and could drive at a high speed where most other automobiles could not
keep up.

I took my time crossing the rooftops, making sure that I stayed in the
dark shadows.  I knew that they would be expecting me and did not want
to be caught out in the open, where there was not too much protection
to hide behind.  The warehouse that the Daltons were using as a
headquarters had several open skylights.  I suspected the skylights to
be alarmed and I used my portable scanner to determine if there were
any motion sensors or other alarms before I touched the open skylights.
There was nothing, so I slipped into the warehouse and crouched on a
girder while I slowly examined the interior of the warehouse with my
night goggles.  The goggles allowed to see within the darkened interior
as if it was lit up.  I had to take them off, however to see into the
lighted area, so I had to do two searches before I moved from my entry
perch.  I could easily see into the office area and see people milling
about, which did not worry me.  It was the dark crannies where I
expected the attack to come from.  And night goggles are available to
anyone that has five hundred dollars.  I knew that someone could be
watching me also.

After about ten minutes of observation, I saw what I had been expecting
to see.  A very slight movement on one of the roof support beams over
toward a corner.  Someone else was also up here with me.

I moved slowly and quietly from beam to beam toward the area where I
had seen the movement; watching the spot where I knew the gunman was
hiding.  I took a round-about path so that I could approach him from
the side, not from the front, where his attention was focused on
finding his target.  I managed to slip quietly to a position where I
was about thirty feet away from the person hidden on the beam and
slightly above him.  When I got close enough to see his outline with my
normal vision in the dim light from the distant front office, I was
able to see him lying on the beam, with his rifle pointed toward the
office area.  Where he was lying, he was able to cover over
three-fourths of the warehouse.  This person is a professional and
knows where to position himself.  It has to be The Rifleman.

I put the night goggles back on and examined the person in hiding.  I
started with the rifle.  It was a black thirty-aught-six, with
blackened barrel.  The scope was one of those laser light scopes, which
put a very thin red laser beam onto the exact spot where the bullet
would strike.  The rifle was a very accurate hunting rifle and with
that laser scope on it, it could turn anyone into a deadly shot.  In
the hands of an expert shot, there was no escaping it.  At 500 feet,
that combination should be able to aim at and hit within one inch of
the laser spot on the target.  The laser was not turned on yet, but the
barrel was slowly moving as the sniper searched the dark recesses of
the warehouse, searching for it's target.  If I had entered the
warehouse through the first skylight that I had found, I would have
been directly in front of that barrel.

I moved my examination from the deadly rifle to the person laying on
the beam.  When I saw the profile of the face staring through the
scope, I was very surprised.  And then my surprise turned to anger.  I
did not know or recognize the face, but it was not what I was expecting
to find waiting for me in this warehouse, with a deadly rifle.  I was
expecting a middle-aged white man, perhaps one of the Vietnam Veterans
who could not adjust to a peacetime America.  Instead, it was a woman's
face staring down the gun barrel.  No wonder that there was no
description of the Rifleman.  With my goggles, I could see that she was
a young beautiful woman that was attractive, even with the greasepaint
smudges covering her face.  She had dark guerrilla camouflage on her
face to make her face blend into the darkness, but it was a woman's
face with plucked eyebrows lined up over the sight.  Her long hair was
tucked into a beret, which barely covered the hidden golden sheen of
her blond hair.

I quickly examined the rest of the body and saw that her body was
young, lean and in good shape, under the tight dark jumpsuit.  It
seemed a little unusual to see the polished bright red long manicured
fingernails resting on the rifle trigger.  She was not secured to the
beam, but was just lying there, with her rifle aimed at the far side of
the office area, waiting on me to enter.

I slowly put my night goggles away and removed my Bat-blowgun from my
utility belt.  I selected a dart that was coated with a very strong
sleeping drug.  I knew that once I released the dart, that I would have
to act fast.  I would have to shoot the dart, rope a beam, swing across
to her beam, and catch her before she fell unconscious off of the beam
or dropped her rifle.  And I had to be quite when I did it.

I got my Bat-rope ready and selected where I wanted my lasso to wrap
around.  Then I examined my target again.  She had changed position
slightly but was still focused upon the lighted office area.  I moved
to a different beam so that I was a little closer and would have a more
direct swing to her.

I lifted the blowgun to my lips, took a silent deep breath, aimed the
dart at her ass and blew.  When I blew, I threw my Bat-rope around the
beam and swung across the opening to her beam.  In less than four
seconds from the time that I shot the dart into her, I was standing on
the beam over her, holding her limp body and rifle on the beam as the
fast acting drug put her asleep.

I looked down to the office area and saw that they were continuing
their operation.  Good, my noise had been so slight, that no one
noticed that I was here and had The Rifleman captured.  I had not been
discovered yet and capture the rest of the gang if I wanted to.  As I
shifted her unconscious body so that I could tie it to the beam until I
was ready to recover her, I saw a small red spot sweep across my body
toward my chest.

It was a red laser light.  Somewhere in the dark warehouse was another
rifle and it was aimed at me.  I started to jump but it was too late.
The bullet hit my upper chest in the heart area and knocked me
backwards into the unconscious woman, knocking her off the beam as we
fell to the boxes below.

I landed on the boxes and she fell on top of me.  As I pushed her off
of me, I knew that my suit had stopped the bullet but that I was hurt.
The suit had stopped the bullet from penetrating my body but the force
of the speeding bullet had possibly broken a rib.  I didn't know where
the other rifleman was but I did not want to risk a fight with him
while I hurt from this wound.  I did not know where he was at and
decided that a retreat with my prisoner would be the best option.  I
pressed the button on my utility belt that would summon my Batmobile.

I leaped to my feet and almost passed out with the pain, which caused
me to lose my balance for a moment and double up.  That saved my life
because another bullet whizzed by my ear, crashing into a storage box
as it sent splinters flying through the air.  I grabbed the woman's
body and threw her over my good shoulder as I ran for the door.  After
I recover from this wound, I can question her and get some clues where
I can find this other shooter.  I saw the red laser light scanning
across the floor and guessed that the shooter was trying to keep from
hitting the woman and was going to try to shoot my legs out as I ran.
I jumped sideways and another bullet slammed into a near-by post as I
continued running down the aisle.  I could hear other people running
through the aisles of the warehouse and knew that the rest of the
Dalton gang was coming after me.  I had to get out of there, while I
could still move.  I was not able to fight them with this damage to my
chest.

I found a door and ran into the street as I saw the Batmobile turn the
corner and race down the street, opening it's canopy as it roared
toward where I was exiting the warehouse.  I was still carrying the
unconscious woman and dropped her into the open passenger seat as the
Batmobile stopped in front of me.  As I leaped into the driver's seat
and pressed the canopy shut button, I saw the red laser light focus on
my chest again.  Then the light moved up my neck quickly and I realized
that the target had changed from my chest to my head.  As I ducked, I
hit the dashboard button that would command the Batmobile to drive
automatically to the Batcave.  I felt the bullet hit the side of my
Batcowl.  My head jerked from the impact of the bullet and I passed
out.



2.  Chapter    The WEB



"Master Bruce, can you hear me?" said a voice through the fog that was
clouding my mind.

I opened my eyes and saw Alfred leaning over me.  As my eyes slowly
focused, behind him, I could see the roof of the Batcave.  Then it came
back to me.  I remembered being shot and pressing the button that
commanded the Batmobile to drive back to the Batcave.  I smiled at
Alfred as I laid there shaking off the sleep and trying to remember
what happened in the warehouse.

"Master Bruce, I came down when the Batmobile's emergency beacon went
off as it entered the Batcave.  I found you hurt very bad and
unconscious.  There was blood all over your face and your breathing was
very irregular.  I wanted to call the Rescue Squad but knew that I
would not be able to explain how you received your injuries without
exposing your Batman identity.  And you were too hurt to treat
yourself.  So I used the WEB to swap your body with the young lady's
body.  That way you can treat your body and decide what should be done
to fix it." he said.

That woke me up.  I sat up and looked down at my body; but it was not
my body.  It was the woman's body that I had seen on the warehouse
beams and had carried out of the warehouse.  Instead of being in my
Batsuit, I was now dressed in a black, skin-tight leotard type of
jumper and definitely had a woman's body underneath the clothing.  Her
body was much smaller than my normal male body, had C-cup breasts
riding high on the chest, and a thin waist.  Long, golden hair was
falling around my face and I had to brush it back with my hand.  I
turned my head to the wall and could see my new reflection in the
mirror.  I was in the woman sharpshooter's body.  I recognized her
face, even with all of the camouflage makeup still on it.  Then I saw
my real body on the next hospital bed.

"I am all right Alfred.  You saved my life." I said in a very strange,
husky feminine voice as I started examining my real unconscious body.

My body was still wearing the Batsuit.  Alfred had removed the cowl and
cape when he put the body on the hospital bed.  The face and head were
covered with dried blood.  I turned the head and under the hair, I
could see the bruised and swollen area where the bullet had struck.
The cowl had stopped the bullet but the force had been greater than a
baseball Bat crashing on my head.  The bleeding had stopped but there
could be brain damage.

With Alfred's help, I quickly undressed my body and examined the chest
area where the first bullet had hit.  That whole upper chest portion
above the heart was also very bruised and swollen.  I positioned my
x-ray machine and took several images of both damaged areas.

Although I am not a doctor, I have trained myself to treat myself and
have the latest equipment to help me diagnose the extent of my
injuries.  With the x-rays, I could see that I had a cracked rib, which
would soon heal but it would be painful until it completely healed.
But the worst part was that the head x-rays showed that I also had a
concussion, which can be very dangerous.  The x-ray showed swollen
brain tissue.  While I would not die or suffer any long term
disabilities from the combination of those two injuries, I was out of
action as the Batman until I healed, which could take weeks.  Or was I?

Alfred had used the Web on me.  I was in someone else's healthy body
and she was in my sleeping injured body.  I had been injured as a
result of her participation in evil actions.  I could assume her
identity and role in the gang until the appropriate time to arrest
them.  Alfred had swapped bodies so that I could treat myself but maybe
I should use this body until my body was healed.

The WEB was an ancient Kordovia helmet-like device that exchanged the
minds of bodies.  WEB stands for Wearers Exchange Bodies.  Doctor Alice
Albertson had found the WEB in a South America jungle and used the WEB
on me.  She became the Batman and made me into her over-sexed horny
female play-toy slut with a strong hypnotic drug.  I thought and
believed that I was a natural born woman and that Bruce Wayne was my
sexual heaven.  I especially enjoyed giving Bruce blow jobs, thanks to
her suggestive conditioning.  After a month of being her playtoy, I was
able to recover my memory and to restore us to our normal bodies.  Then
I used the same hypnotic drug on her to make her forget what she had
done to me.

I have used the WEB some more since then but limit how and when it is
used.  If I had been conscious, I would not have used it in this
situation.  But now that I am in her body and my body is temporary out
of action, it may be to my advantage to remain in this body until I can
put The Rifleman behind bars.  With this body, I can get close to the
Daltons and set them up for arrest.

"How long have I been here, Alfred?" I asked, hearing my slightly husky
new voice echo through the room.

"About two hours since the Batmobile pulled into the cave, sir." he
replied.

"I need you to drive me back to the waterfront and to leave me.  I will
be going undercover in her body for awhile and need to get back before
they become suspicious." I said.

"May I be so bold to suggest that might be dangerous until you have had
time to query our unconscious friend or to know more details about her
involvement in this gang.  You do not know the young lady's name or any
of her history.  Going back into that gang could be dangerous.  And you
may not find her life style to be acceptable.  In my day, proper young
women did not pierce their facial areas." he said.

I looked in the mirror and saw what he was referring to.  She had a
small diamond nostril ring and four ear rings in one ear of this body.
"Yes, it could be dangerous to go back.  However, when the first bullet
hit me, it knocked me and her off of the building rafters onto some
boxes.  Then I carried her unconscious body out of the warehouse.  I
will pretend that the fall gave me amnesia and I don't remember how I
escaped from the Batman.  And Alfred, thanks for what you did.  My body
is really hurt and I can't afford to let this case grow older while I
heal.  As for her life style, it just shows that she likes to be
current with the latest styles." I said.

"Do you want me to set the video recorder up?" Alfred asked.

I looked at the clock and shook my head.  "No, Alfred.  I don't have
time.  I have to get back there before they suspect that Batman has
done something with this woman.  I will have to play this role, with my
male side in charge." I said.

Alfred had hinted that I should submit myself to a self-hypnotic
session and hide my masculine side, letting my feminine side control my
body.  When Doctor Albertson turned me into a woman, I found a new side
of me that I never knew existed.  I adapted to being a woman and having
sex as a woman with men.  I enjoyed the flirting, the make-overs where
I turned my face into an attractive woman's face, wearing the clothes,
and generally living the life that most women enjoy.  When I swapped
bodies again, I had to hypnotize myself to hide that self and to
restore my masculine personality.  As Batman, I don't have the time or
luxury to feel those feelings and have to maintain a very Spartan
personal existence.  I didn't have time now to develop the type of
personality that would be needed for this role and I would have to fake
a woman's personality and actions.  I knew that I could handle the
make-up, hair styles, and wearing the clothes because I still
remembered what it was like to be a woman.  The small amount of time
that I had previously spent believing that I was a real woman and
living as a woman, had trained me to properly apply cosmetics and to
match my clothing correctly.  The major problem was that being a woman,
I might have to give some man a blow job and it is easier when you have
strong sexual desires that permit that type of action.



3.  Chapter    The Warehouse discovery



Alfred wasn't happy with what I was doing but he drove me back to the
waterfront and let me out.  Before I left the Batcave, I hooked my real
body up to an IV and started a strong sleeping potion flowing into my
body.  By keeping my body asleep, it would have time to heal and I
would not have to worry about some criminal controlling my body.
Alfred can monitor it for me and I will check up on it every couple of
days.

I was now back close to the warehouse and it had only been three hours
since the gunshots started.  I was role-playing and was walking funny
and looking around as if I was lost.  Although I knew which building
the warehouse was, I would have to pretend that I had no memory and
bluff my way into the gang's confidence.  Being in this body would
help, but they would be curious about my memory loss.  I would have
preferred going in, and pretended that I was the young lady, whoever
she was; but I did not have any clues as to her identity or her role in
the gang.

As I walked by the first door of the warehouse, I felt that I was being
observed through a crack in the door and stumbled as if I was having
trouble staying on my feet.  As I approached the next door, it silently
opened slightly and someone whispered "Mandy."

I stopped and looked at the door.  Then I slowly walked toward the
door, which opened so that I could enter.  As I entered the dark
warehouse, I could not see who was in the dark shadows and only saw a
dark movement as the door was shut behind me.

I felt a man's long, powerful fingers grab my wrist and pull me into
dark shadows as a massive hand went around my slender waist, lifting me
over a door jam that I would have fell over except for the strong hands
holding me.  It happened so fast that I could not see who was so
effortlessly holding me out at arm's length as a foot kicked the
warehouse door shut.  My eyes were not adapted to the dark yet and all
I could see was this huge dark outline of a body beside me.  I started
to resist but quickly decided from the huge dark shadow of this person
that they could do whatever they wanted to do with me, in this relative
weak body.

"Where the hell have you been?  How did you get away from Batman?" said
a woman's voice.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see the person's outline that
was holding me now.  It was a woman and not a large man.  But what a
woman.  She was a veritable giantess, towering almost seven foot in
height.  She looked like she weighed well over two hundred pounds of
solid muscle.  She was also dressed in an all black jumpsuit, with
camouflage greasepaint on her face and a black beret covering her hair.
As my eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, my first impressions of her,
were her broad, powerful shoulders and massive breasts which were
evident under the tight black jumpsuit.  The enormous massiveness of
her gigantic body made me feel very small and frail.

She picked up a rifle with a laser scope and cradled it in her arms.
This must be the gunman that shot me.  Is she The Rifleman?

I replied "Who am I? Do you know me?  How did I get hurt?"

She paused and then shined a small flashlight into my face.  I held up
my arm to block the glare.  Then the light went out and she said "What
happened?"

"I don't know.  I woke up in an alley and didn't know who I was, much
less how I got there.  Do you know me?  Who am I?" I continued.

She put her free arm around my waist and started guiding me back
through the warehouse aisles toward the lit office area.  "What's my
name?" she asked, in a voice that was now soft and tender.

I looked at her and with a blank worried look on my face, said "I don't
know.  I don't remember you at all.  Do you know who I am?"

"Shit.  The damn fall jarred your memory.  Batman had better be dead
because I will not show him any mercy now." she said with a icy chill
in her voice.

"Who is Batman?  I have to know who I am and what happened to me.
Please tell me.", I said through some tears.

"Batman is a dead man.  Or will be one soon, if he survived my last
shot.  You can bet your boobs on that.  You are Mandy Thompson, my best
friend and partner for the last three years.  We are lovers also.  I am
Janice Bell.  We are currently working for Jess Dalton on a short term
contract.  When we finish this contract, we have two more jobs to do
and then we will retire to our condo in Spain.  Jess, give me some help
over here." she yelled to someone behind the glass partition in the lit
office as we walked under a light.  I looked up at her and felt a chill
go through my body as I gazed up at her.

And I do mean up.  The top of my head was almost level with her broad
shoulders.  While she was clearly the largest woman that I had ever
seen, she was also very well built with a set of gigantic boobs.  I had
seen women with huge breasts before, but this was a huge woman and
those were huge boobs.  If they were on a normal woman, she would be a
freak.  On this woman's huge muscular frame, they were just big.  At
that moment, a weird image of my head sticking in one of her bra cups
popped through my mind.  Her bra cup had to be as big as my head.
That's how big each of her breasts were.  They stood out from her chest
in defiance of gravity, straining the seams of her bra under the
jumpsuit.

Every woman who really turns me on, had a nice set of tits.  Whenever I
met a new woman, I am usually interested first in her tits and then in
her personality.  I find it difficult to keep from hovering over a
woman and peering down at the slightest cleavage she may show.  And I
love women wearing sweaters, as I watch their breasts bounce beneath a
thin, form-fitting sweaters.  When I have sex, I start off by playing
with their boobs.  I enjoy the sensation that I get when I rub my cock
against a nice set of boobs.  I rub my cock over the nipples and watch
the teats swell and grow.  Then sometimes, I would push the breasts
together and slid my cock between them as I squeezed and pinch the
nipples.  A woman told me one time that she was frustrated because more
time was spent on her breasts than on the rest of her.

I quit daydreaming and looked at the size of her arms and hands.  Her
massive biceps were as big around as my thighs, and her arms looked
almost as long as my legs.  She was huge, and under other circumstance,
I would have enjoyed challenging her, just to get the opportunity to
wrestle with her gigantic body.  And not really care if I won.  I just
wanted to go naked against her body and see who could pin who.

In the three or four seconds that I stared at her body, I never looked
at her face and when I did look up at her, I got a shock.  She was one
of the most beautiful women that I had ever seen.  I felt a very strong
feeling of awe and desire for her.  Although I was in a woman's body, I
still had my normal male thoughts and feelings.  I could not get an
erection but I did turned on by her very easy.  I wondered if I had
made a mistake by letting my masculine side control my thoughts,
instead of letting my feminine side, which could deal with such
confusing thoughts.

Before I could let my thoughts drift much further on that tangent, a
tall heavy set man came out and growled "What the fuck happened to
you?"

Before I could reply, Janice said "Help me.  She has been hurt and has
amnesia.  I have to get her cleaned up and to a doctor."

"She left here with Batman.  She could be wired.  Get her clothes off
of her and burn them." he said.

"It's all right.  I will check for that." said Janice.

He reached over and pulled on my top, trying to pull it off of me.  I
wasn't expecting this and my reaction was to knock his hand away.
Before I could recover my balance, he hit me on the side of the head.

I fell hard and was dazed for a moment because my head struck something
as I fell.  I shook my head and looked in amazement as Janice stepped
forward and rammed one of her massive hands around his neck.  His head
jerked but not much because her hand was holding his neck still.  As I
watched, she slowly lifted him off of the floor with only one hand
around his neck.  He was kicking his feet and with his two hands, was
trying to remove her hand that was squeezed around his neck.  She
continued lifting, until his feet were almost two feet off the ground.
Then she stepped forward and with her other hand lifted him onto a wall
mounted hook.  She reached around him with one hand to hang his wide
belt over the hook, so that he was hanging there with his feet dangling
several feet off the floor.

She picked up her rifle and flicked the red laser light on.  I watched
as the red beam zeroed in on his groin area.  He looked at her with a
very scared look on his face.  The effect was frightening, and his body
began to shake uncontrollably as he peed in his pants as he hung
helplessly on the hook.

She quietly said in a very sexy, soft, southern accent "You don't know
how close you came to dying.  And to losing that over valued small
piece of meat between your legs.  If you ever touch her again, I will
kill you.  But I won't use my rifle.  I will hang you up again and then
use my teeth to bite your balls off.  Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, just let me down." he said.

"My pleasure." she said as she put the rifle down.  She walked very
slowly and seductive over to him, letting her hips swing and her boobs
jiggle as she walked.

She stood in front of him and slowly raised one of her large hands
between his wet pants until her fingers were cupping his ass and her
thumb was pressed against his cock.  Then she shoved her hand up with
such great strength that it lifted him completely off of the hook and
she let him drop to the floor.  Being a man, I shivered and crossed my
legs as I thought about the pressure that she just used to lift him up
and what it must have done to his balls.  He was lying on the floor and
was puking as he shook.

Another man entered the light and looked at the man on the floor.  He
looked at me and said "I don't give a shit what happens to this dipshit
or her.  Your contract was a quick kill for Batman.  He had better be
dead."

Janice again answered for me.  In a very cool, quite voice, she said
"The contract is on hold until Mandy recovers.  Give me any shit and
your brains will join him on the floor.  Understand."

"Yeah.  Get her and that damn rifle out of here.  The cops have been
driving around trying to find where those shots came from." he said as
he turned and walked back into the office.

                               *********

Janice held my arm and continued to lead me to the back of the
warehouse.  There was a van parked and she opened the door for me.  As
I sat down in the passenger seat, she disassembled the rifle and
pressed a hidden latch.  A secret panel opened in the van's door and
she tucked the rifle into the compartment and shut the panel.  She
climbed into the driver's seat and drove out of the warehouse.  It must
be quite a challenge for her to drive a normal car because of her size.
Even in this large van, I noticed that she didn't have much room and
that her arms continuously rubbed against her large boobs.

She drove for only five minutes, talking as she drove.  My head had
been hurting since I fell and I was getting dizzy.  I don't remember
much of what she said because it seemed as if some sort of bubble was
forming around me and I could not touch or comprehend anything that was
outside my bubble.

I only barely remember the van stopped at the motel and her helping me
out.  Her strong arms guided me into the motel room and onto the bed.
I felt very weak and disoriented.  I knew that when the man hit me on
the side of the head, that my head was already very tender.  When the
bullet knocked me off of the rafter and this body fell with me, it must
have damaged her head and I did not check her for any damage.  Then I
remember that as I fell from his blow, I also struck something again in
the same spot.  Just what I need.  Not only does my real body have a
concussion, but my temporary body also has a strong potential of having
one also.

She applied an icepack made of towels and motel ice to my tender head.
The coolness of the pack felt good and took some of the pain away.
Lying on the bed, I felt so relaxed that I just fell asleep.

                                 ******

I am asleep but I am aware of my surroundings.  I know that I not in my
body but am in some woman's body.  But how can that be?  I am Batman.
I can sense that my head is in a man's lap but I can't move or wake up.
I feel very lost and confused as to where I am and how I got here.  I
feel the warmth and strength flowing from the man holding me and can
feel the gentleness in his hands as he slowly strokes my hair.  I still
feel some of the fog that made me dizzy earlier, but it is not as bad
now.

Then from a distance, I hear his voice.  No, it can't be my friend.  It
is a woman's voice I am hearing.  I feel the sleep release me as I open
my eyes and look into the face of an angel lying beside me.  She smiles
and says "You worried me when you passed out.  How are you feeling?"

I start to sit up and stars rush across my vision as another dizzy
spell hits me.  But this one quickly subsides and I groan "What
happened?"

"I think you got a concussion.  Can you sit up?" she asked.

As I sit up, I focus on her hands.  No, his hands.  They have to be a
man's hands.  Although they have red fingernail polish on the long
fingernails, the hand can only be a man's hand from the massive size of
the hands.

I shut my eyes quickly because I am getting dizzy again and put my hand
out to balance myself.  My hand lands on something soft and very huge.
As I open my eyes, I see that my hand is supporting me by resting on
the largest boob that I have ever seen.  I shake my head to clear the
fog from my vision and a mass of long blond hair falls across my face.
I brush it back and look at the woman in the black jumpsuit lying next
to me.  Then I remember her and her huge boobs.  They are real.

"Sorry" I say as I try to sit up.

"No problem.  I enjoy having you touch me." she said softly.

She leaned forward and her lips brushed my forehead as her large hand
gently brushed my hair back.

She quietly said "I am going to take you to the doctor but I have to
make sure that you understand what to say and what not to say.  There
are some things that you have to understand and to help me with.  I
will explain everything to you after we leave the doctor's office.  The
thing that you must remember now, is that you and I are partners.  We
trust each other and help each other through hard times.  You got hurt
on a job and I will take care of you.  You cannot tell anyone who you
are, about this warehouse or why we are here.  You can't tell anyone
how you got hurt.  Do you understand?"

"No, I don't understand.  But I will do as you request.  I feel that I
can trust you.  I need your help." I said.

"Good.  Now, let's get you into the shower and get both of us cleaned
up.  Then I will take you to the doctor.  Go into the bathroom, undress
and take a shower.  I have to leave and call home for instructions from
a random payphone.  I will come back after I talk with Jack for a
couple of minutes, and then will get you some clean clothes.  Will you
be all right, Mandy?" she said.

I smiled and nodded.  Sure I will be all right.  After all, I am...

I had to think for a second before I remembered that it was the Batman
image that I was trying to remember.  That life seemed so distant and
far away.  Funny that such a easy name would be so difficult to think
of.

I stood up and walked into the bathroom.  My memory was slowly coming
back to me now.  I remembered that I was Batman and was playing a role.
I knew that I had been hurt in a fall but I could not let anyone know
who I really was.  I vaguely remembered that I was pretending to have
amnesia and that I had to find out more about this girl.  I was still
feeling dizzy as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my face and body.  It was
the first time that I had really looked at it because I had been so
busy back in the Batcave.  As I look at it, I know it isn't my face or
body, but I don't care.  I know that I am on a mission and I have to
learn how to adapt.  I have to play a role.  I have to become the
person that I am pretending to be.  I have to act as if I am this
woman.  I have to convince everyone that I am her.  I can't let them
know that I am Batman.  Or that my secret identity is whats-his-name.

So I am pretending to be Mandy.  Mandy Thompson.  And she is the
partner and lover of the Janice Bell, who is The Rifleman.  I say her
name softly and watch my lips in the mirror as I pronounce her name.
Mandy.  It sounds so soft and sexy.  I look at the small diamond on the
left side of my nose and touch it.  I can feel a small clasp inside my
nostril and smile as I wonder why I ever did that to such a beautiful
nose.  The earrings are understood, but I don't understand the facial
piercing.

Looking in the mirror at my new face, I smiled to see what a smile
looked like on my face.  I like it.  I have a very beautiful face.
Even with the greasepaint smeared all over it.  Why did I do that?  Oh,
yeah.  I remember now.  It was so that I could hide in the warehouse.

It reminded me of that actress.  What is her name?  I can see her face
on the cover of a magazine.  No, she is not an actress, but is Claudia
Sechieffer, the model.  Yeah, that's who I look like now.

I removed the hairclip and ran my hand through my hair as it fell down
to my shoulders.  The hair was thick, blond and had some curl to it.
With appropriate makeup and a little hair brushing, I would be a very
beautiful woman.

I step back and take a look at the full body.  I am about 5'6",
twenty-two years old and in great shape with a nice set of boobs.  My
boobs are nothing compared to Janice's boobs, but these boobs would
make most women envious.  I am sure that I get a lot of attention from
men with a nice set of full boobs like these.  I eased up on my
tiptoes, which makes me look taller and also highlights my firm behind.

I pulled the top half of the jumpsuit off and saw that I was not
wearing a bra.  My boobs were large, about C-cup, firm, and rode high
and firm on my chest.  There was no sag in these breasts.  My nipples
were small and smooth.  I looked at my half-naked body and smiled as I
imagined what this body would look like, with a seductive teddy on.
This woman would not be kicked out of any man's bed.

I rub my hand between my breasts to see if they feel as soft as they
look in the mirror.  I always get very aroused when I stroke, fondle
and suck boobs and wanted to see what these feel like.

Any woman would be proud of these breasts; they're tight and round,
even if they are big.  The firmness of these breasts would be envied by
most women, and I know they will get a rise out of any men.  I roll a
teat around and gently rub the other breast, feeling them begin to
swell with this attention.  The more I rub them, the more noticeable
they become.  I stretch my fingers wide until I rub both nipples at the
same time.  As my nipples are moved back and forth, my breasts get
warmer and warmer.  I feel a growing arousal within me.

I place the palm of my hands under the tips of my breasts.  I move my
hands in slow, small circles, with my nipples resting in and rubbing
against my palms.  My hands circle faster, and my breasts begin to move
in circles too.  I lower my palms until only the very tips of my
nipples are rubbing against the smooth skin of my hands.

I notice I'm breathing heavier and heavier.  I try to control my
breathing, but finally openly gasp for air.  My fingers press in on my
teats, and I pops them in and out of my now heaving breasts.  I can
feel my nipples tingle as my fingers move up and down my cleavage as I
stroke the insides of my breasts.

Two fingers locate my growing teat and I feel chills shooting from my
teat, through my breast and up my back.  I flick it back and forth with
one finger rapidly, and I let a short gasp escape from my mouth.

My fingers move to my other nipple.  When I touch it, I can not hold
back another shudder.  The only sound in the room is that of my ever
deepening breathing.  I shiver slightly as I rub the nipples because it
excites me.  I can not stop my arousal.  I squeeze my breasts together
and move them up and down.

I feel an electricity beginning to travel through my breasts as a
pressure builds in the breasts.  My nipples tingle as my breathing
becomes deeper, and my mouth opens for air.  I am astonished at how
sensitive the boobs are.  I feel an intense pleasure in my breasts as
my fingers pinch the nipples hard, and I moan loudly as I tug on my
nipples, pulling my breasts down as I flick a finger at each nipple.
My breathing becomes more laboured as I become more aroused as I pinch
myself harder.  The more I pulled them, the longer they got; the more I
flicked at them, the fatter they got.  My palms cup the tips of my
breasts, and I start moving them in circles again in a quicker rhythm.
My breathing quickens, and I grasp the very tip of each nipple firmly
between my thumb and middle finger which fills me with a mixture of
pain and pleasure.

I releases my aching nipples and grab the tips of my swaying, sore
breasts by pinching together the flesh just outside my areolae on
either side of my throbbing teats.  I pull them toward the floor,
pulling my tits taut and away from my body.  I shake my boobs quickly
from side to side.  I feel a stronger rush of pleasure and pain as my
nubs are pinched against the flesh of my own areolae.  Continuing to
shake my breasts, I move a finger to the tip of each nipple and flick
them.  Each flick sends a shudder through me.  I stop shaking my
breasts only long enough to tug on them a few times.  I pull them far
from my body while roughly flicking my sensitive nipples faster and
harder.  My body shakes uncontrollably at the sensation.

I release my tortured breasts, and they spring back up.  I look at my
nipples.  They are hard and distended.  My breasts are pink, swollen
and throbbing.  I grab one of my tits in each hand.  I twist them
around until their tips touch each other.  As I rubs my nipples against
each other, my breasts fill with an intense sexual pleasure.  The
sensation is more than I can control.  My nipples are on fire.  My body
shudders and I give out a long, loud moan.

I sat down on the commode and remove the boots quickly.  I have to
undress and masturbate myself.

I stand and pull off the bottom half of the leotards.  I still have on
a form-fitting g-string type of thong panties and look at myself again
in the mirror.  Then I start pulling down the panties and get the
surprise of my life.  As I stared at myself, I chuckled as I thought
about what Alfred would say, if he only saw this.

There is a cock tucked between my legs.  The g-string held it in place
so it did not create a bulge in the leotards.  I am in a she-male's
body.



4.  Chapter    Janice's Story



Rinnnng!!

Alfred walked quickly to the ringing phone.  He was in the Batcave
checking on the IV flowing into the still unconscious Bruce's body.

"Hello." he said when he picked up the phone.

"Alfred, how are you.  Are you ready for me to come home next weekend?"
said the young sounding male voice on the phone.

"Yes, we are looking forward to you being with us for several weeks."
said Alfred, recognizing Dick Grayson's voice.

"Where is the big guy?" continued Dick.

"That is difficult to say.  You see, he was involved in an accident and
we had to use the WEB and he is on a case." replied Alfred.

"The WEB. Holy cow.  It must be a big case to use that.  What sort of
accident did he have?" asked Dick.

Alfred quickly explained about The Rifleman and how Batman was injured
by the bullet and what he was doing now.  Dick listened quietly until
Alfred finished and then said "I don't like the sound of it, Alfred.
Bruce got a concussion and then used the WEB. A concussion can make you
act funny and think everything is normal.  Even though he is now in
that girl's body, he still may be hurt.  And he won't realize that he
is hurt.  You have to observe the person for a couple of days to make
sure that they are acting OK. I think that I ought to come in there
tonight and see if I can get him out.  Can you get a message to him and
request that he return?"

"I will try." said Alfred.

                                 ******

I don't have an erection.  Even though I have just sexually simulated
and aroused myself, there is no erection on this cock.  My body must be
on female hormones which turn this cock into a non-functioning cock.
Except for being a pee spout.  Yeah, sustained high levels of certain
female hormones could affect a cock this way and also make it smaller.
That is why I didn't feel it between my legs.

I finished undressing and get into the shower.  As the lukewarm water
hit my body, I relaxed.  Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the
shower, I got very relaxed.  I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling
the heat soak into my weak body.  As I am soaping my body, I hear
someone enter the bathroom.

"Thought you would be finished by now.  I called home and they told me
to bring you home." said Janice's voice.

"Where's home." I asked.

"Tell you tomorrow.  I don't trust Jess and suspect him of bugging our
rooms.  For all I know, he is watching us now." said Janice.

The shower door slid open and a naked Janice eased into the shower,
sticking her head under the shower nozzle to soak her hair.  She was
completely nude and I looked quickly between her legs to see if she had
a massive cock between her legs.  After all, if I am a she-male, then
she could be too.  I almost smiled when I saw the neatly shaved mound
that could only contain a vagina.

Then I looked up at the most noticeable features on her fantastic body.
Her breasts were separated by a deep vertical muscular crevice between
those two huge globes.  I stared at the long nipples on her breasts and
asked "How long have we been lovers?"

She had a slightly puzzled frown on her forehead for a moment and then
she smiled as she realized why I asked that question.  She softly said
"Two years.  Did you forget about your special plumbing also?"

She leaned her head back and started laughing as she said "It just
occurred to me that you probably thought that you were a real woman and
didn't realize that you had the remains of a cock between your leg.  I
would have liked to have seen your face when you discovered that." As
she laughed, her great rounded mounds of soft boobs bounced up and
down.  They were the size of basket balls, that jiggled and bounced as
she laughed.

I had to look up at her.  I am about five foot six or so and she was
more than a foot and a half taller than me.  As she turned around in
the shower, she reminded me of a very tall Arnold Schwarznegger, with
her broad muscle covered body.  Her wet hair was flattened down on her
head and her body was glistening from the shower spray.  As she
laughed, I looked at her body, which was a mass of hard, solid muscle.
Her upper arms were big, with large, hard biceps, and massive, corded
forearms.  Her hands were a paradox with the long blood red nails
making her huge hands look even bigger.  My eyes studied her long,
thick neck and incredibly broad shoulders, that led to a wide, deep
chest with those tremendous mounds of woman flesh, with prominent and
erect nipples.  Below her boobs, her body tapered sharply to a
comparatively narrow waist and flat stomach that was washboard carved
and striated with muscle that did not have an ounce of fat anywhere.  I
stared at her tightly rounded hips, huge, solid thighs that seemed as
thick as my body's waist, and her bulging calves.  Every inch of her
body was solid muscle but there was a tremendous amount of naked female
muscle flesh standing in front of me.  It radiated strength and power
but was also lush, curved and vigorous.  I watched as she parted her
legs just a bit and exposed her thick pink vaginal lips.

When she quit laughing, she said "I am sorry.  I just got this funny
image of you seeing that shrunken cock between your legs and not
remembering why it is there.  Do you want to know who you are?"

"Yes, it would help." I replied.

We were pressed close together in the small shower.  She picked up a
bar of soap and started working up a lather on her washcloth.  Her
nipples brushed against my chest as she soaped her washcloth, causing
me to shiver as hot points of fire radiated through her body.  Janice
put the soap back on the soapdish as she said "While we talk, I will
wash you and then you do me.  You are twenty-six years old.  Your first
name is Gerald.  I don't remember what your real last name was, but you
have been Amanda Thompson ever since I met you.  You told me that your
mother was a hooker in Los Angeles and that she used to turn tricks
renting you out when you were a kid.  When you were nine, you ran away
from home and wound up in an orphanage because you wouldn't tell them
your name or where you were from.  A janitor found out that you were a
pushover for easy sex and kept you off the streets for almost a year."

While she was scrubbing me, I glanced down at her boobs and watched her
gigantic breasts jiggle as she soaped the washcloth.  She continued
"Then you ran away again and found that you could live quite well doing
your own hooking on the street.  By the time you were eleven, you were
dodging the cops and wearing lipstick to attract your customers.  You
were picked up several times because of your youth and kept running
away at the first chance.  You discovered that you enjoyed sex in the
feminine sense because it was all that you had every experienced.  All
your clients were male and used you as their sexual relief.  You hated
your male body and wanted to be the little girl that you were forced to
pretend to be.  You discovered that you liked dressing up as a girl and
would dress up as a girl, even when you weren't hooking.  As a girl,
you could get away with things that would get you a bloody nose as a
boy.  Hold this."

She handed me the soap and continued "You found a rich doctor, who
tried to hide his pederast habits and he rented an apartment for you to
stay in; or wait for him to show up in the middle of the afternoon.  He
had the money to dress you in style as a girl and with the make-up, you
looked like a teen-age girl, instead of a pre-teenage boy.  The doctor
started giving you hormones.  Because you were just going through
puberty, the hormones changed your body during it's growing period to
that of a small young girl.  The hormones affected the puberty changes
that your body was getting ready to go through.  Instead of growing
facial hair with a nice beard or mustache and broad shoulders, you
began developing a very nice set of puffy teenage female breasts.  This
made you happy and you made your doctor friend much happier with your
new sexual characteristics.  Your other proper secondary sexual
characteristics also were female instead of male.  Your voice didn't
change.  You never developed a adams apple, you never grew broad
shoulders but instead your hips spread and your skin retained it's baby
fat and softness.  Your body changed as if you had ovaries pumping out
estrogen, instead of the testosterone that was being overpowered by the
more powerful female hormone.  Your body adapted to the hormonal
changes and developed perfectly normally, just like any normal young
woman's body would.  Except that you didn't have ovaries or a vagina."

"So I have never had surgery?" I asked.

She re-soaped the washcloth and continued "You only had surgery on your
lips to fill them out.  This hormonal stress caused a problem with your
emotions.  The warring hormonal levels caused some type of mental
trauma, that caused you to rebel against society and a normal
lifestyle.  Even after you left the doctor and found other men to take
care of you, you continued taking the hormones, which continued to
further shape your body so that it was soft, round, curvious, and
feminine.  But you gradually got your emotions under control as your
testosterone levels dropped after puberty.  You have been taking
women's hormones to override your natural male hormones for over half
of your life.  You take a daily maintenance dosage and about every
three months go through a heavier feminization treatment.  That's why
your body is so womanly and your penis is shrunken.  Turn around and
let me wash your back."

I turned around and felt her large hand and washcloth scrub my back.
She continued "About two years ago, Jack teamed us up to support one of
his drug deals.  He liked how we handled the problem and gave us a more
challenging assignment.  We have been working and living together ever
since."

Her hand was rubbing down my ass and felt good, the soapy pressure was
relaxing me.  I spread my legs slightly as she said "As for me, my body
may have some characteristics that are typically associated with a
male, but I am very much a female inside and think of myself as being a
female.  I had a very similar childhood.  My father abandoned my mother
when I was seven.  My father was a steel-worker and he used to have
this massive set of biceps from where he man-handled the steel beams
all day.  I remember when I was a kid, that I used to stare at his
massive chest as he walked around the house half naked.  My mother was
a big woman.  She was six foot tall and weighed almost two hundred
pounds.  But she didn't take care of herself.  She was overweight and
very flabby.  I remember seeing her large breasts hanging down, almost
sagging to her belly button and thinking that I did not want to grow up
to look like that.  I liked the hard masculine look of my father's
chest.  He was a big man and that was my mother's motto.  She used to
joke that she liked to do big things.  She liked to fuck giants."

She cupped her hands about her belly button as if that was how far her
mother's breasts sagged.  Then she continued "My new step-father, liked
to poke his meat into my face when he was drinking and my mother was
afraid of him.  I couldn't take it anymore and stuck a knife between
his ribs when he came into my bedroom drunk one night.  I ran away from
home and became a prostitute when I was thirteen because I was
starving.  I was six foot two then and weighed about one hundred and
forty pounds with a body that looked like Miss America's body.  Within
a year, I shot up to six foot six and looked like a stovepipe in the
crowd.  I got busted everytime I turned around and I quit being a
prostitute.  I got a job checking ID's in a gym and started working out
in my spare time.  I found that I enjoyed the physical feeling of a
good workout and kinda overdid it.  By the time that I was sixteen, I
was six foot eight inches tall and weighed two hundred and twenty
pounds."

"How tall are you now?" I asked.

"Seven foot one inch and I weigh two hundred and sixty-five pounds.
Most people misjudge my weight because of my height and body
proportions.  I wear a size 52 triple G bra and can benchpress three
hundred pounds.  Thanks to my youth and always wearing that heavy duty
bra to keep my breasts supported; except when having sex or showering,
my boobs don't have the sag yet that you would expect for such large
boobs.  I found out that genetics were the reason for my ability to
build muscle mass.  A lot of women have the genetics to develop muscles
like mine, but don't.  I liked being stronger than most men.  I found a
new group of men that liked muscular women and they helped me pump
myself up to where I am now.  My main lover enjoyed cunnilingus while
my body was all sweaty and recovering from a workout session.  He let
his hands roam my body, caressing and petting me as his tongue
satisfied me.  He used to brag about how he loved caressing my flat
pecs, hard ass-cheeks and washboard abs as he licked my tight, hot and
juicy cunt.  I would pump myself up, get very sweaty and then let him
prove that I was really a true woman.  Turn around."

I turned around and she started washing my face, using a very gentle
pressure.  She continued "You and I were the misfits working for Jack.
For the first month, I thought that you were a natural woman, although
Jack knew your secret because you were sleeping with him.  When I found
out, he begged me to not tell anyone else that the person that he had
been showing off as his main woman, was really a she-male.  When I
found you crying one day; I discovered that you were having major
physical and mental problems.  A person's endocrine feedback system is
intricate, delicate, and difficult to understand.  I found out that you
were taking injectable hormones that you did not obtain directly from a
licensed pharmacy.  I knew that hormone therapy is very risky because
of my personal research into my own body functions and my desires to
re-shape my body.  I got you to a medical doctor who was qualified to
interpret your symptoms, blood tests, and development.  You were
self-treating yourself with estrogens and progesterones, and an
androgen receptor antagonist to block the natural testosterone
production.  You were taking high levels of estrogen to cause faster
development of your breast size, to redistribute body fat and to cause
your tactile sensation to become more intense.  You had been on
hormones over six years and all of your body changes were permanent,
but you did not clearly understand how hormones work.  The side effects
of your self-treatment were causing your testes and prostrate to
atrophy; and your internal emotions to become amplified, which resulted
in increased anxiety, depression and emotional angst.  As these side
effects struck you, you changed other medication, which further
compounded the problems that you were experiencing.  After we got your
endocrine system under control, we became lovers.  Since that day, we
have been a normal couple because we found something that we could
share.  We fell in love and have been together ever since.  It's as
simple as that."

"What sort of sexual relationship do we have?" I asked as her hands
started rubbing my breasts with the soapy washcloth, rubbing her big
gentle hands all over my breasts.

It was exciting to feel those enormous hands fondling and caressing me
as she pretended that she was only washing me.  She squeezed one of my
nipples between her fingers as she gently scraped her long nails
sensuously across my skin.  Cupping her hands under my breasts, she
lifted them invitingly, jiggling them as her hands slid over my smooth
creamy flesh, caressing and squeezing them erotically before she
responded "Good.  We both enjoy sex.  Sometimes I am the male.
Sometimes you are.  But most of the time, we are a couple of lesbians.
I never had sex with a woman until I met you.  You had only had sex
with men until you met me.  You might say that we were both virgins.  I
was always worried that someone would pin the dyke label on me.  I
found myself interested in you and tried to ignore the strange feelings
that I was experiencing.  I was very relived to find out later that you
were also just as confused as I was.  We have a doubleheaded strap-on
dildo that we use a lot.  I put it on, insert it in my cunt and fuck
your ass or you pretend to give me a blow job.  Sometimes, you put it
on with it in your ass and fuck either my cunt or ass.  Sometimes I
think that you miss being able to get your cock hard and that you
really want to fuck me."

"I can't even get it hard?" I asked.

"Nope.  That's why I try to keep you from taking too much hormones so
that we can have a normal male-female relationship.  We have talked a
couple of times about you staying completely off of the hormones for
awhile and let your normal testerone hormone activate your cock again.
Then after I get pregnant, you would go back on your female hormones.
We would both be the mother to our baby.  But your many years of
over-hormone treatment has made you infertile.  So you have thought
about going the full route and getting the sexual re-assignment surgery
and becoming a full woman.  But you didn't like the fact that you could
never go back to your she-male role, which is the role that you have
been most comfortable with during your difficult life.  You also worry
about how it might change our relationship, but I told you that I loved
you and would love you as a man, as a she-male, or as a woman.  So you
came up the plan to find the ideal man and getting me pregnant with his
baby; and we are both looking for someone that we would like to be the
father of our baby.  Just remember that I have a beautiful and fully
functional cunt between my muscular and masculine thighs that wants you
and wants to carry our baby.  Later tonight, I promise to help you
remember some of those things."

I felt her step forward as she spread her legs around me.  I looked
down as she flexed the muscles of her massive thigh, which stood out
like huge cords down her legs.  Suddenly she flexed her thigh muscle
and my hands moved of their own violation to touch that powerful bulge
of muscles.  She relaxed and her thigh returned to its normal size.
Once more she tensed her thigh and I felt a very strong sexual desire
for her.  I wanted to reach up and grab one of those gigantic breasts
because I was feeling very strong desire for this beautiful woman.

I melted into her huge arms and let her pull me tight against her firm
wet, soapy breasts.  Her breasts were almost at my neck level and by
slightly bending my legs, I was able to slide my head in between her
breasts, letting them rest on my shoulders, as my tongue licked at her
cleavage.  With her huge hands, she cupped my ass as she pulled me
closer to her body.  She bent her head down and I raised my lips to
meet hers.  I looked up at the beautiful face smiling down at me and
knew that I had to make love with her.

I felt her run her hands over my flat stomach, causing me to suck in my
breath sharply at her touch.  Teasingly, she slid her hands lower,
lathering under my balls and along the length of his shaft, slipping
her hands between my legs and running her finger in the crack of my
ass.  She picked up the bar of soap and started rubbing the very firm,
but slippery bar of soap up and down my ass crack.  I was breathing
heavily now because she had me aroused, but knew that I did not have an
erection.  If this prick would not stand at rigid attention after the
gentle touch of her hands, it was definitely dead.

"Oh, Mandy, I was so worried that I would lose you." she whispered
softly, as her hands begin kneading my breasts.  "Just relax and feel
the pleasure that I can bring you, my darling Mandy.  I only want you
to feel get well and to stay with me forever.".  She began nuzzling at
my damp face as I listened to her sexy voice, which is almost a drug
enticing me into an almost trance state.  I raised my mouth to her much
higher mouth and we exchanged a passionate kiss, tongues meshing.  I
lifted myself on tiptoe and pressed into her, mashing my breasts
against her slippery much larger breasts, grinding my limp pelvis
against her shaved mound.  Her hands cupped under my asscheeks, pulling
me against her as her fingers probing my ass's crack.  Her fingers
sliding up and down my groove was inflaming my passion.

My hand found her slippery cunt and as my mouth locked in one of the
large breasts that were almost at my face level.  My fingers gently
pinch at her nipples and then I cup one in my hand letting my palm
stimulate the nipple as it grow taut.  I sucked on the nipple as the
tip of her wet finger forced it's way into my ass.  I suckle each
breast in turn, bringing low deep moans of pleasure from deep within
her.  I squirmed from the wonderful sensation that I was feeling from
this body.  She spread her legs wide and braced herself against the
shower wall.

Janice backed up against the tiles, pulling me with her as my finger
eased into her greased canal.  Her pussy was pouring forth copious
lubrication and I almost jump from the warm wetness.  She was ready for
fucking.  I eased two fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her tighten
her muscles around my fingers to show me what she could do.  It was
slick and wet inside with the consistency of soft butter, except when
she clenched her muscles.  She leaned back over me again and I felt our
breasts flatten as she pressed her whole body tightly against mine.  We
locked ourselves together in the embrace of naked woman to naked woman,
flesh to flesh, amazon goddess to normal woman.  Her soft moans turned
urgent as our bodies squeezed together.  She held me tight and I felt
as if she were enveloping me.  I was engulfed in beautiful hot soft
flesh and feeling the familiar hot, irresistible feeling within my
loins, although nothing was getting hard.

She rotated her hips, as I rubbed her clit with a free finger.  She
pressed against me, mashing her cunt against me, as she squeezed my ass
cheeks hard.  She groaned "I have the double headed dildo beside the
nightstand.  I would hate to waste this wonderful soapy lather that is
running down your ass."

I nodded and she let go of me as she took her time, letting her hands
roam slowly over my body, before stopping on my breasts; which she
tweaked the nipples before letting go of me.  She opened the shower
curtain and stepped out onto the bathmat.  I watched her walk and found
it difficult to believe that I was looking at a woman's ass instead of
a man's ass as she walked.  She had a sexy stride, which caused her
breasts to swing in rhythm from side to side and jiggle but her ass did
not jiggle at all, because it was comprised of two perfect, rock hard
cheeks.

As she ducked her head so that she wouldn't hit her head as she walked
through the bedroom door frame, I stepped forward under the shower and
let the water stream over me.  I tilted my head back to let the warm
water flow over my chest.  I was thinking that I had to concentrate on
being Mandy and not let my normal sexual desires screw this up.  I have
to act like Mandy and be Mandy.  Concentrate on being Mandy.

                                 *******

"Is she going to be all right?" Janice asked the emergency technician.
Janice had put on a robe and was nervously smoking a cigarette.  The
technician looked at the large size of her and grinned thinking about
the size of the boobs that the robe was barely covering.

"We need to get her to the hospital and get an x-ray.  Most people
don't realize how dangerous a slippery shower stall is.  We get a lot
of people that fall and get hurt.  She don't look too busted up so all
we have to worry about is a concussion." said the technician as he
covered my wet unconscious body with a sheet on the stretcher.



5.  Chapter    Real or fake amnesia



I can hear the nurses talking, but I can't move or respond.  I feel so
funny and different.  I can't remember what happened, but I heard a
nurse explain to someone that I have a concussion and have been
unconscious for over twenty-four hours.  The nurse called me Mandy.  I
don't remember who I am or what happened.  Am I Mandy?  Some woman with
large hands has held my hand for several hours today.  I couldn't open
my eyes or move, but I could hear her and feel her as she tried to make
me comfortable and to take care of me.  I heard her cry softly and
smelt her wonderful perfume but I could not respond.  This must be a
coma.  I tried to move and let her know that I knew she was there, but
I couldn't move.  She also calls me Mandy.  She tells me that she loves
me and needs me.

Who am I?

                                 *******

"Nurse, get the doctor here?" said a woman's loud voice through my
haze.

A man came in and pulled my eyelids up.  I can move a little now and
try to push him away.  He takes my arm and lays it on my chest.  I can
feel my large and firm boobs through the bedsheet.  I am a woman.  He
grunts and says "You took quite a fall, young lady.  You have a very
serious head internal injury.  What is today?"

"I ....  I don't remember." I whispered through my parched lips.

"Saturday.  What's your name?" he continued as he shined a light into
my eyes.

I tried to blink but he kept holding my head.  Finally I said "I think
my name is Mandy.  I don't know what my last name is but I think that I
am Mandy.  I think that I am a woman."

The doctor laughed and said "I am a neurologist, not a urologist.  I am
not trained in urogenital examinations and rely upon first impressions,
not extended specialized examinations.  I believe in self-images and
you sure look like a woman from where I am sitting.  So as far as I am
concerned, you are one.  And your driver license shows your picture
with the first name Amanda, so I guess that you are right on both
accounts."

                                 ******

I spent two more days in the hospital before they released me to
Janice.  They kept me asleep most of the time.  They would wake me up
and ask me questions and I always had the same answer - I don't
remember.  Then they would give me something to let me rest.  Then they
would wake me up again.  When I am awake, I am really not awake.  My
eyes are open, but I can't think.  I can't keep my eyes open either and
if left alone for two minutes, I fall back asleep.  When someone has me
awake, I just grunt and sit there.  I don't feel like talking and only
want to relax.  It has to be this medicine that they are giving me.

I don't remember anything about Janice either, but she looks very
familiar to me and is very gentle with me.  She has repeatedly told me
that she loves me and I believe her.  I don't remember if I loved her,
but I feel very comfortable around her, even as huge as she is.

The doctor explained to me that I have some swollen brain tissue from a
concussion and it has temporary affected my memory.  He says that when
the swelling goes down in four to six weeks, that my memory will
probably return.  Until then, just relax and let my friend take care of
me.  He tells me that I need rest for the first several days and that
he will give me medicine to let me rest.  Then he puts me back to
sleep.

She wants to take me home.  To some place in Florida.  I look at the
driver's license in my purse and it lists a Florida residence, the same
as Janice's license.  She has some pictures of us together and I see
that we care for each other by the way that we are almost constantly
hugging each other or holding hands in almost every picture.

I sign the papers to release myself from the hospital and she drives me
to the airport.  At the airport, she wheels me aboard a plane and just
the exertion from trying to stay awake, puts me to sleep before the
plane takes off.

I sleep soundly on the plane and wake up as we land in Tampa.  Janice
talks constantly to me, but I don't remember any of the scenery that
she is showing me.  She wakes me up as she carries me from the car to a
house on the waterfront.  I put my arms around her neck and feel the
energy that flows through her.  I let her put me in a recliner on the
front porch, where I could watch the ocean waves and hear the sound of
the ocean.  Then I fall asleep again.

I feel that I spent the next two days in that recliner.  I would wake
up, take my medicine and go back to sleep.  Or I would wake up in bed
beside Janice, who would wake up whenever I moved, and give me more
medicine.  But I didn't care.  I just wanted to sleep.

I remember eating breakfast and then falling asleep in my chair.  When
I woke up this time, I felt different.  I called for Janice and she
smiled as she saw me awake.  "It's about time that you woke up.  We
have been home for three days now and you have slept all of the time.
The doctor said that we could discontinue your sleeping pills now and
allow you to move around a little."

"What happened?" I asked, feeling very groggy and tired.  After all of
this sleep, you would think that I would be a barrel of energy.

"We were taking a shower and I left the shower to get something.  When
I came back in, you were lying in the floor unconscious and there was
traces of blood in the water where you cut your head when you fell.
You hit your head where it had already been injured by Batman and it
caused a very dangerous concussion.  You were very lucky that the
doctor didn't keep you in the hospital for another week." she said as
she said down beside me and lit a cigarette.

So that's why my head hurts.  And why I can't remember anything.  I
concentrated and can remember only parts of things.  I remember being
in the hospital and hearing the doctor talk about my injury.  And
somehow, when he asked me my name, I knew it was Mandy.

I changed position slightly in my chair and felt the stiffness in my
body from no exercise over several days.  After I repositioned my
pillow, I asked "Who is Batman?" because that name sounded very
familiar to me.

"Scum of the earth.  Everyone thinks that he is a good guy, but he is
the man that hurt you.  If I ever get my hands on him, I will kill
him." she replied as she handed me the cigarette that she had just lit.

I take it and look at it.  I don't remember ever being a smoker, but
for some reason Janice thinks that I am.  I take a drag and fill the
warm smoke flow through my body as I ask "Why did he hurt me?"

"He wasn't man enough to fight you from the front.  He hit you from the
rear and knocked you off of your perch." she said as she took the
cigarette back from me.  "Look honey, there are a lot of things that
are difficult to explain.  Just trust me, when I say that we were there
to kill him.  We work for an organization that takes care of
troublemakers and we had been hired to rid Gotham City of the Batman.
We were in position and waiting on him, when he attacked you from the
rear, knocking you to the ground.  I fired at him, but he had a
bullet-proof vest on and that saved his life."

I just looked at her.  She and I are hired killers.  Somehow, that
doesn't seem right.  I am very confused and wish that I had my memory
back.

For the next hour, we sat on the porch and talked as more and more of
the numbness wore off as the drugs slowly returned control of my body
back over to me.  She told me about herself and about my history.  Some
of it sounded familiar and I was able to remember bits of memory as she
talked.

I had to check myself out on the porch to see if I really did have a
penis between my legs when she told me about my real sex and my past
life.  It was there.  Small, but there.  And my name is Mandy.  I am
Mandy Thompson.  A female serial killer.  Correction.  A she-male
serial killer.  And my lover is the Incredible She-Hulk.

                                *******

The rest of the day was spent listening to Janice talk about things
that I could not remember.  And going through the picture albums,
looking at myself as I grew up over the years.  There were not many
pictures of me when I was young, but there were a lot of me with
Janice.  Apparently we traveled a lot and spent a lot of time in each
other's company.

I was getting some of my strength back and we walked slowly around the
grounds, feeling the warm salt air from the ocean.  We sat on the beach
and listened to sea gulls as Janice explained again, why we were in the
business that we were in.  It was very simple.  Money.  There aren't
many jobs that pay this well, or offer as much free time for the hours
of real work.

As I listened, I could sense that she enjoyed the danger and thrill of
being a hired gun.  While I didn't feel that same thrill, I could share
some of her enjoyment and actually began to look at somewhat from her
perspective, rather than from my original perspective.

We went into the house and into our bedroom where she showed me where
we kept our clothes.  I looked at my clothes and held some of then up
in front of me as I looked at myself in the mirror.  I smelled the
cosmetics and looked at our bed where I understood that Janice and I
made love.

When I asked Janice about our sex life, she explained that sex was on
hold per the doctor's advice.  Then she briefly described some of the
sexual things that we do to each other.  I almost blushed a couple of
times from hearing her describe things that I had done or taken into my
body during our sexual trysts.

We walked into the den and Janice showed me a secret panel behind the
book case.  When it was activated, a secret door opened to reveal a
small room that was a gun storehouse.  All sorts of rifles, pistols,
bullets and other tools of our trade were stored in there.  She showed
me a small hidden safe that was rigged to explode, destroying
everything in the safe and setting fire to that room, if the safe was
tampered with.  She opened the safe and pulled out some folders on jobs
that we had worked on.

She opened one folder and removed a picture.  It was me, standing over
a dead man.  I was wearing a black tight, jumpsuit, my hair was covered
with a beret, and I had jungle camouflage make-up on my face and hands.
But you could see the gleam in my eyes and the smile on my face, as I
stood beside the dead man, with one foot on his chest and holding my
rifle in my arms.  The dead man was my trophy.  There were several more
pictures of dead bodies.  Most of the pictures had either me or Janice
also in one of the pictures.

God, it is true.  More evidence that I am a killer and who she says
that I am.  Why don't I remember this and why do I feel so guilty now?

She gave me some of my medicine to help me sleep at night.  I fell
asleep curled up in her strong arms.



6.  Chapter    Getting Ready



Daylight is stretching across the room as I wake up.  I roll over
slowly and discover that I am alone.  I sit up and walk into the
bathroom to pee.  As I pee standing up, I look at myself in the mirror.
The top half is a sleepy-head beautiful woman, wearing a very beautiful
nightgown; but the bottom half is a short penis man, with a woman's ass
and legs.

I wander into the kitchen and find a note from Janice.  She had to go
into town and would be back by supper time.  The note said to entertain
myself.

I fix me some breakfast and read the newspaper.  When I finish reading
the local news, I fix another cup of coffee, light a cigarette and walk
out onto the porch and enjoy the sound of the ocean waves crashing on
the beach.  After I finish my coffee, I know it is time to get cleaned
up and start resuming the life that I had forgotten.

                                 ******

In the bathroom, I select a couple of huge fluffy bath towels and a
wash cloth from the cupboard.  I start the bath water flowing and
adjust the temperature as I throw in a large handful of bath crystals.
The first step into the tub of very warm water sends a heat wave
throughout my body.  I lower myself slowly into the tub as my body
adjusts to the warm temperature.

I leaned back in the tub for a nice long soak and closed my eyes as I
began to think about what has occurred to me and about who I am
discovering that I really am.  I light another cigarette and slowly
smoke it, adjusting the water a couple of more times until I realized
that I had been in the tub long enough to smoke two cigarettes.

I look at my legs and my legs have become hairy, while I was sick.
Yes, I was sick and have to think of it as being sick and have to
concentrate on getting well.  I have to resume my life.  I have no life
other than this and have to prepare for the worst.  I can't wait for my
memory to return, because it may never return.  I have to jump back
into my life now and not wait until my memory does return or until I
decide that it will never return.  I feel that I know who I am and what
I have to do to live this life.

I am Mandy.  I am a man that lives and looks like a woman.  I will
resume my life now.  I will be positive about what has happened to me
and make the most of this accident.  I smile to myself as I decide to
fix myself up, put on a very nice dress and go shopping.  Perhaps
walking around a mall, wearing some of my favourite clothes, will bring
back my memory.

It is a good life, although it may not be a very normal or legal life.
Because we are our own law, we are free to experience, without having
to observe rules of propriety and social behaviour.  I have no
responsibilities to anyone but to my lover.  That is all that matters.
I knew I could hide nothing from her, either physical or mental, and I
knew there could be no privacy, no barriers, or walls between us.

I begin lathering my legs with soap and put a new blade in the razor.
I want the razor to glide smoothly on my skin smoothly.  I carefully
shave my legs and then look at my underarms.  I decide that I need to
shave them also.

The water has grown cool and I let it empty as I start a shower.
Stepping under the water spray, I again lather my body with the soap,
making sure that I am clean.

As I rub the bar of soap over every inch of my body, and create a
luxurious lather, I feel that I am becoming aroused from my actions.  I
discover that my breasts are very sensitive.  With my eyes closed, I
begin to slowly squeeze my breasts, tweaking each nipple between thumb
and forefinger.  My hands slide over my slick body with a very sensual
feeling.  My nipples become hard and protrude from the gentle action of
my fingers and the bar of soap.  I move my hand down between my thighs
and find my still soft little boy cock.  I soap it good and begin
stroking it with one soapy hand as I rub my sensitive breasts with the
other.  My hand cups each breast and releases it several times before I
bend my head and catch a nipple in my mouth as I push my breast up to
meet my mouth.  I suck it tenderly as I increase my pressure and
stroking between my legs.  My penis stays soft although the feeling is
very intense as I softly stroke the soapy small remnant of my real
sexuality.  I close my eyes and think of Janice and her boobs.  I try
to pretend it is her mouth around my cock and...

The phone rings.  I shut the shower off and grab a towel.  As I step
out, I hear the answering machine kick on.  It is only a tele-marketing
sales call that I don't want to answer anyway.

I turn the shower back on to finish my shower.  I lather my hair with
shampoo, rinse, then condition my hair.  A final rinse of my entire
body and I am through, with my relaxing bath and shower.

I wrap a towel around my head and put my robe on.  I walk back into the
bedroom, and sit down at the make-up table.  I briefly used a blowdryer
to dry my shoulder length blond hair.  My hair is soft and very full.
I picked up a hairbrush and gently drew it through my long, shiny hair,
styling my mane so that it gently flowed upon my shoulders, and framed
my face.  Funny how natural this feels and how easy it is for me to
know what to do.

As I light another cigarette with my long red fingernails at the end of
slim fingers, I see my nails need some work.  I look down at my feet
and decide that they could also use a touch-up.  Carefully I coated
each nail with bright shiny red polish and let it dry as I finish my
cigarette.

I examine my natural face closely.  My flawless complexion has a smooth
soft velvet suppleness with prominent cheekbones.  The full lips are
under a small cute nose; with a small puncture hole where I can insert
my nose ring stud.  The dark eyelashes are luxuriously long.  My
perfectly-shaped eyebrows formed slight, curved arches that
complimented my bright blue eyes.  My delicate neck was long and
slender.  My silky smooth and narrow ivory shoulders were covered by my
full blonde hair.

I adjusted the make-up light and brushed my hair back, so that I could
easily see what I was getting ready to do to my face.  I applied a
liquid moisture to my skin; then I tried a couple of foundation samples
until I found a liquid foundation that matched my current suntan tone.
I applied a very light foundation in selected areas although I did not
think that I really needed it.  My skin is very naturally flawless but
the foundation did even out the skin tones and gave my skin a smoother
finish.  I selected a mascara and began to apply it, carefully stroking
the coated brush through my long lashes, before I built up an upper and
a lower thickness, to frame my eyes.  I then applied black eyeliner,
softening and blending it outward before I added smoky eyeshadows, with
the deep shadow flowing out from the outside corners of my lashline to
finish transforming my eyes into sensuous pools of sexual desire and
energy.  I brushed on a little subtle roses blush on my cheekbones,
which made my face look alive with it's glow.  I smile at myself in the
mirror as I realized that I was enjoying my transformation.

I selected a dark red lip liner pencil and drew a outline around my
full, sensuous lips.  I selected a lipstick colour that matched my nails
and opened the tube.  I gently stroked the lipstick across my lips,
leaving its vibrant colour upon them, enjoying it's delightful light
perfumed fragrance.  I applied a heavy coat to both upper and lower
lips, then pressed them together.

I closed the lipstick tube and set it back down as I looked at the
beautiful woman's reflection in the mirror.  It is still not a familiar
face and I feel a little discomfortable that I am not recognizing
myself.  While I admit that I still don't have any memory of this face,
I enjoy the fact that I am a very attractive looking woman and with
just a little make-up, can make myself even more attractive.

I selected a pair of hoop earrings and placed them in my ears, below my
two diamond earring studs.  I tried a couple cologne smells and
selected one to spray on my wrists, and dab it behind my ears and my
knees.  Then I put my nose ring stud through the small hole and put the
clasp on.

I stood up and removed the robe as I stepped before a full-length
mirror.  I smile as I realize that not only am I not a natural female,
but that I was also not a natural blonde.  Wonder which would shock
someone more?

I had to admit that I was beautiful.  I turned around slowly and looked
at myself in the mirror.  My body was sexy, voluptuous, and youthfully
firm.  My figure was perfectly curved as I observed the sensuous lines
of my shape.  A very nice full, firm and round ass giving me a most
feminine derriere; a high small waist; wide and round hips; and long,
shapely, silky, sexy legs.  My tits were large, round and firm, and
riding high on my chest.  When I tucked my cock between my legs, I had
a body that any movie actress would love to have.

I opened the lingerie drawer and selected a silk bra, panty, and slip
set; feeling how wonderful the silk felt as it touched my body.  I
stepped into a pair of lacy briefs, then the pair of panty hose.  They
slid on over my smooth shaven legs without any trouble.  I snapped the
bra around my waist, then put my hands through the shoulder straps and
slid it up until it stopped under my tits.  I pulled them out and
pulled the cups up over them.  I adjusted the cups until I had properly
positioned my bustline.  I didn't want to walk around with my tits
bouncing freely.  No man knows what misery it is to put on a bra and
then to wear one.  Someday I could rich by figuring out an easier way
to put on and wear a bra.

I sat down and slid my smooth shaved legs into the silk panties.  Their
cool fabric felt soft and wonderful against my skin.  I picked up a
pair of pantyhose, and tugged those on.  I slipped into the half-slip,
letting it slide down my legs.

I opened the closet where Janice showed me my clothes and held several
outfits in front of me as I looked at myself in the full length mirror.
Finally I got down what I wanted to wear today to only two choices.  I
selected the soft white dress and matching shoes.  I stepped into the
dress, pulled it up to my shoulders, and zipped it.  I pulled on a pair
of white pumps with a 3 1/2 inch heel.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the dress on my body.  The
tight dress fit perfectly.  I adjusted the plunging neckline to see how
much cleavage I was showing and opened a higher button on the slit
skirt to give myself a little more leg stretch room.

It was time to go shopping.  I have to get out of the house and look
around some, to see if I can find something that helps me to remember
my past life.  I changed purses to match my outfit and locked the house
after I set the burglar alarm.  Getting into my car was a challenge
because of the tight skirt.  I went in butt first, and then moved my
legs into the car as my skirt hiked up to expose some leg.



7.  Chapter    Making Love with Janice



Commissioner Gordon was standing behind a two-way mirror, watching as
Robin personally questioned Jess Dalton.  Robin had run down every lead
in this case but still had not found the missing Batman or the
mysterious young blonde woman that Robin kept referring to.  The
Commissioner had asked Robin what was the relationship of the woman to
this case and Robin explained that he could not discuss it at this
time; but that Batman's life was in danger.

The Commissioner puffed on his pipe as he glanced up at the clock
because time was running out.  He would either have to charge Jess
Dalton with some crime or release him very shortly.  He was pushing the
amount of time available for questioning under these circumstances.

Robin was walking around the table, asking the same series of
questions, only slightly re-phrased "So, Mr.  Dalton, you don't know
anything about a young blond woman, wearing a black jumpsuit that was
seen entering your warehouse ten days ago?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't know who you are
describing?  I run a respectful warehouse operation.  The only woman
that should be going into that warehouse, would be my wife, who is
definitely not young.  Why don't you get off of my back?" screamed the
heavy-set man sitting at the table.

Robin faced the sweating, puffy faced man and stared at him.  This was
a man that was used to lying and would not break under normal pressure.
But he was Robin's best chance now.  The person in Bruce's body had
woke up with amnesia and was helpless.  If Robin was going to find a
clue where Batman was, this was the starting point.

                               *********

I didn't have any place to go, except that I just wanted to get out and
look around.  I went to a shopping mall and strolled through the
stores, until I got tired of the almost constant leers and suggestive
remarks.

When I returned home, it was mid-afternoon and Janice was working out
on the outdoor exercise equipment.  She was wearing a simple white
leotard that was stretched tightly over her muscular body.  I could see
that the sheer material was riding up in the rear between her buttocks
and crotch while she exercised.  As I looked at her, I wondered where
she was able to find clothes that fit her.  She is such a magnificently
huge animal that it would be very easy to feel fear just because of her
sheer size.  Although I think that I am a very normal sized woman, I
feel so tiny and vulnerable beside her enormous body.

She smiles at me as I walk up, but continues her repetitions of deep
knee bends mixed with jumping jacks and pushups.  Her body is covered
with a light sheen of glistening sweat.

I sat down on a bench and light a cigarette and watch her as she slowly
raises herself to her toes, spread her arms and, leans forward and
flexes her huge shoulder muscles until her long, thick neck all but
disappeared in a mass of bulging muscle.  Then she slowly straightened
up as she expanded her deep, wide chest taking deep breaths as she
continued her stretchings that pulled her arms high and back and thrust
her large, breasts out and up.  She flexed her lats until they bulged
out past the curve of her breasts several inches beyond her armpits.
With a wink at me, she turned her body slightly and raised and cocked
both arms to flex her massive biceps.  Pure essence of sex and strength
exuded from every inch of her seven foot frame, with its rock hard
muscles adorning her perfect body.

I had to smile as I noticed that the crotch of the leotard had dug up
between her pussy lips, and the back had bunched up so almost all her
ass cheeks were visible.  I said "I expected you to be working out
naked.  Guess you like the feel of the jerking of the leotard crotch
against your soft pussy."

She pulled her arms higher, throwing her chest out against the tightly
clinging fabric.  With a quick shrug, she pulled the shoulder straps
off and peeled the tight, sweaty covering down and off her body.  She
stood there naked for a moment, as she said "When I came home, the
gardener was mowing the yard.  I prefer to work out naked, keeping only
a soft terry-cloth towel between my skin and the vinyl of the
equipment.  Where have you been?"

"I had to get out.  I drove around for awhile and looked at the
waterfront before going to the mall." I said as she resumed her
exercises.  She knew that I was watching every movement of the muscles
on her body.  She began exaggerating her movements for my benefit.  She
thrust her ass out higher and farther than necessary on her bends,
spreading her legs more.  Then she brought her arms down and across her
chest with a graceful movement and stretched them out to one side.

She paused and pointed to a covered plate beside the chair that I was
sitting in.  "Try some of those cookies; then drink some of that tea.
I had them made especially for you."

I uncovered the plate and looked at the brownies.  I selected one and
poured me a small glass of tea.  As I nibbled on my brownie, she said
"The brownies contain Damiana and so does the tea.  I thought that we
should try it again."

I took a bite of the cooked and couldn't taste anything.  I asked "What
is Damiana?"

She started doing pushups as she replied "Aphrodisiac.  I want to
stimulate your sexual urges.  Damiana is a herb; which can stimulate
both the genitals and sexual desires.  About an hour after you eat it,
it produces a mild euphoria similar to marijuana's high.  I want to
have sex with you when I get back from my short run."

She smiled at me, did a half rotation and spread her legs wide again as
she bent over, hugging her legs with her arms.  From where I was
sitting, I had a very good view of her shaved pussy spread wide.  Her
back was a wide "V" of rippling muscularity that tapered to her narrow
waist as she slowly straightened her arms to reveal the incredible
development of her triceps.  She bulged her biceps until it stuck up,
hard as a rock.  Then, rotating to face me, she flexed washboard
abdominal muscles that stood out under the curve of her ribs.

She didn't pause as she said "We have contractual problems back in
Gotham City.  Our customer is getting a lot of pressure and wants us to
finish our contract soon.  I have to go back and would like for you to
go with me."

"What are we going to do?" I asked as I finished my brownie and
selected another one.  I don't know if it works or not, but they are
delicious.

She picked up some hand weights and started doing curls as she said "We
are going to kill Robin.  I think that once you feel the thrill of
seeing a man between your rifle's crosshair again, that you will get
your memory back.  Robin is not Batman, but we will start with him."

                                *******

She put on some running clothes and is running down the beach now.  As
she was dressing, she hinted that she wanted me to be prepared to have
sex with her when she got back.  She also told me that the enema
equipment was under the bathroom sink.

I undressed and found the red rubber bag in the bathroom.  I could
smell a strong smell, from it's previous use; so I rinsed out the red
rubber bag, hose, and screw-top nozzle.  I looked for some soap powder
but only found a small box of OxiCheer that we probably use to wash our
underwear with.  Don't want any bleach in my ass, so I picked up a bar
of soap and worked up a lather.

After adding a teaspoon of salt to the inside of the bag, to keep my
body from absorbing the water, I adjusted the tap water to a warm body
temperature flow.  I held the lathered bar of soap under the faucet so
the gentle water flow filled the enema bag as it picked up some of the
soap's lather.

I hooked the cap and hose into its socket and checked to make sure that
the tube's stop clip was fastened.  I carried it back into the bedroom
and found a hook on my side of the bed, where I hung it upside down.  I
put a towel on the bed and laid down on my side.  I gently worked my
Vaseline coated finger inside my anus, then removed my finger.  The
nozzle was about 7 inches long, and had a rounded ball on the tip.  I
coated the ball with Vaseline.  I inserted the nozzle slowly until it
was fully inside me.  As soon as my body got used to the ball deep
within me, I applied gentle pressure to the clip, allowing the warm
water to flow slowly inside me.  I felt the wonderful sensation of the
water beginning to enter me.  The water was a soothing warmth but soon,
it caused some discomfort and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold
any more.

The sensation of two quarts of warm, soapy water filling up my bowels
was strange but felt very nice.  If I could have gotten an erection, I
would have masturbated myself.  I now had an almost uncontrollable urge
to expel the water.  I tried to tighten my anal sphincter muscles
around the nozzle to form a better seal but I began to feel a small
amount of water trickle out of my ass.  I felt like one big water
balloon and I could feel the water sloshing around as I moved.  I had
to keep the liquids inside me until I could get to the commode.  I kept
my knees crossed as I walked slowly to the bathroom, hoping that I
could get there on time.  I sat on the toilet and expelled several
powerful liquid farts of water into the bowl.

Now I stepped into the shower and began to wash, first shampooing my
hair, and then soaping my body.  While still in the shower, I brushed
my teeth and turned the shower off.

She was standing there, leaning naked against a wall, watching me.  Her
arms were veined and pumped to rock hard fullness.  She was too
beautiful to look at, with her perfect naked body.  I looked at her
large breasts, her body glistening with sweat and the little shaved
mound between her legs.  She was holding a large glass of tea.  More
Damiana to arouse me.  Well, let's give this the old college try.

She strode into the shower and pulled the curtain as she handed me my
tea; and turned the water back on.  In the closeness of the smaller
shower, I could smell her strong athletic smell and it smelled good.  I
turned the glass up and drunk it all.  As she lathered her body, I felt
myself becoming aroused from looking at her magnificent body.  My
nipples starting to tingle as I remembered the last time that we
showered together.

Janice looked over at me and smiled.  I smiled back and began to lather
her with my bar of soap.  All sorts of sexy dreams were flooding my
mind.  She bent down to kiss me and I met her kiss.  Instead of a deep
sexual kiss, it was gentle, sweet, and I could feel her love for me.
She ran her hands over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my
nipples, and finally tracing my lips with her fingertips.  I raised my
head slightly, and began to suck on them.

Then she began to probe my lips with her tongue, following my lip's
curves until her tongue slipped into my mouth.  Her hands began to
caresses my wet breasts.  Her nipples were at my face level and my
breasts were pressed in the area below her breasts and above her belly
button.

She released me and picked up the bar of soap and began to lather up my
body.  I wanted her now and she knew it.  She was playing little games
to keep me aroused.  She continued her sexual domination by licking and
nibbling my neck as she slowly soaped my nipples which got me gyrating
my hips against her solid thighs.  She wiped each of my breasts with a
hot rough washcloth and began to suckle me as the warm shower water
flowed down my back.  Janice rubbed my breasts, pinching my nipples
until they were hard and big.  They became erect immediately and she
rolled each hard, stiff spike between thumb and forefinger.  Delightful
sensations of pleasure rippled back and forth between my boobs.  Janice
returned to our tight torso embrace, our hard nipples rubbing each
other.

Her hands stroked my small cock as her lips teased my breasts.  She
began to move down my body, rinsing me off as I spread my legs in
anticipation of what I wanted her to do.  When I felt her kneel down, I
braced myself and took a deep breath; hoping that somehow there was
enough life left in my cock, to provide the pleasure that we both
wanted.

She nuzzled me as she put her arms around my waist, her hands resting
on my buttocks.  She was methodically attacking me to get to her goal.

She dove into the area between my balls and turning me as she ate her
way around to my asshole.  She rimmed my ass driving me crazy as she
indicated that she wanted to perform anilingus upon me.  I bent
forward, spreading my ass as much as possible in this cramped shower
stall.  Janice licked all over my anal region in ever smaller circles,
getting closer and closer to the puckered asshole before she jabbed her
tongue against the knot.  On her first thrust, I think that she buried
her tongue at least two inches in my asshole, causing a most wonderful
sensation.  She probed with her tongue deep inside me and then removed
her tongue as she turned me back around.

She nuzzled my balls and licked all around my unresponsive cock.  She
began kissing and licking my sac.  She took a ball into her mouth and
sucked.  Then she pushed that testicle out and sucked the other one
into her mouth.  I stroked her wet head, and squirmed from the
sensation that she was giving me.  Then Janice took the cock head in
her mouth and wrapped her warm lips around my shaft as her tongue
worked the shaft back into her throat.  She opened her mouth wide and
engulfed my little manhood.  I could see her cheeks bulging out.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn't believe how turned on I was.  I
started moving up and down, rubbing myself on her face.  All thoughts
were gone except the intense desire to have an orgasm, to find release
for the pressure Janice had built in me.  I could feel her long hair
hanging down against my thighs.  She was making deep slurping noises,
her nose lips and tongue making love to my throbbing cock.  I opened my
eyes and looked down as she lapped at my cock.  As she worked my cock
with her tongue and throat muscles, I felt a very strange sensation as
I felt my cock begin to stiffen.  It was so intense that I starting
moaning and biting my lower lip.  She felt it too and sucked me deeper
into her mouth as her soapy finger worked it's way up into my cleaned
out anus.  I began to face fuck her.

Janice was more forceful with her tongue and even began to nip my
cockhead with her teeth.  I felt the hardness in my nipples and wished
it was between my legs.  Soon, I felt my stomach start to wobble in
anticipation of an orgasm.  As I began to moan, Janice took my bar of
soap and began sliding it back and forth between my ass cheeks as she
pressed it against my man cunthole.  It pushed me into an raging
hardon.

I didn't want her to stop as I watched her smile as she realized that
what she wanted was occurring.  She pulled my cock out of her mouth
slowly.  While her hand was stroking the shaft, she kissed and
alternated nipping the head of my cock, then licking it with her very
flexible tongue.  She flicked her tongue against my cock, running her
wet, and warm mouth all around my cock.  I was starting to shake and
felt as if I was going to explode as she took it back inside her warm
and wet mouth and began mouth fucking me.  Slowly at first then she
increased her speed faster and faster until I started shaking.  I tried
to hold back to extend this wonderful feeling but I felt my stomach
quivering and my balls were boiling.  I could not hold it any longer.
I held her head with my cock stuffed in her mouth and proceeded to face
fuck her mouth as I shot my load into her waiting mouth.  The cum
rolled out the side of her mouth and down her chin as she continued to
suck me dry.

I could see my cum leaking from the corners of her mouth.  She pulled
my cock from her mouth then she stood up very slowly.  As we embraced,
she gave me a deep French kiss, sharing my very infrequent cum with me.
She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth as she pressed her naked body
against mine.

"It's been months since you have been able to do that.  Now, it's your
turn to give what you receive." she said as she licked some cum from
her face.

My mouth and tongue went to one of Janice's breasts, while one of my
hands cupped Janice's shaved mound.  Janice's nipple jumped to
attention under my jabbing tongue and sucking mouth.  Going over to
Janice's other large nipple, I feasted just as greedily on that
throbbing mound as I slowly finger-fucked Janice's clasping and
clinging cunt.

She held my hand and I followed her out to the bed.  She laid down on
the bed, with her legs spread and her feet on the floor.  I began
kissing and tonguing my way down across Janice's trembling still wet
belly, tracing intricate little designs with my lips and darting
tongue.  Getting on my hands and knees, I straddled Janice's huge naked
body.  I licked an already stiffened erect nipple before I began
sucking it.  My hands roamed all over Janice's heated flesh, finally
moving around and under and clasping Janice's wriggling buttocks.

I dropped to my knees as she spread her tree-trunk thighs apart.  I
slid my hands around her masculine buttocks and pulled her very female
cunt to my face.  I breathed in the heady aroma of her passion, as she
spread her legs wider and lurched upward when my hot tongue slithered
between her hot cuntal lips.  I did hesitate when I got to her crotch,
because I wanted to do this as much as she wanted it done to her.  The
delectable fragrance really turned me on.  As my tongue darted deep and
twirled around and around in Janice's quivering gash, I momentary had a
daydream where I was a real woman, with a real cunt and someone was
doing this to me.  I quickly returned to the real world and lightly
flicked her swollen clit with my tongue tip feeling her tense.

I licked the flat of my tongue up between the hot lips, before I shoved
my tongue into the hot, wet hole; tasting her sweet and salty vaginal
fluids.  I used my thumbs to pull the cuntal lips far apart so I could
lick deep inside her succulent twat.  Her ass was squirming against the
bed as she moaned.

I moved my tongue until I made contact with her clitoris.  That
bud-shaped organ was stiffly erect.  I began lapping her mini-pecker
which was just a little smaller than my own real penis.  I burrowed
deep enough to get my lips around the slippery clit and began sucking.
I positioned my hands around and under her wriggling ass.

I sensed Janice would be exploding into an orgasm soon.  I quickened
the tempo of my lapping and sucking.  Janice moaned softly as my mouth
teased her most private area.  Janice squirmed heatedly, rotating her
ass on the bed as her passion soared.  Janice gasped as my tongue made
contact with her erect clitoris.  I slowly massaged the inner lips and
the entire area around her clitoris.  That sensitive organ was erect,
long since having left the hood that hid it in its quiescent state.  I
knew that the stimulation by my tongue produced a friction between the
hood and the clitoris that was totally arousing.  As my gentle lapping
began, Janice gave herself over completely to the joy of being licked
and sucked.  Her juices beginning to flow copiously.  I slid my stiff
tongue into her juicy cunt, lapping at her, savouring her sweet honey.
I began licking her in low, slow licks, moving my tongue from cunt to
ass and back to her throbbing clit as she writhe from my touch.  I
started to lick faster, sucking and nibbling on her clit as she bucked
her hips, thrusting her cunt into my face.  Her fingernails dug into my
scalp as she lurched and writhed through a spasmodic orgasm.  She
moaned and tossed on the bed as she clamped down on me with her inner
cunt muscles.  With a loud moan and a very violent shudder, she let go
a flood of juices, which I eagerly devoured, lapping up every drop.

When Janice sagged limply, I lifted my face from her cunt, knowing that
my lips glistened with my saliva and her cunt juices.  When we pulled
apart, and Janice pressed her mouth to my wet mouth, we shared a
passionate, tongue-probing kiss.



8.  Chapter    My target is Robin



We have made love every night for the five nights that we have been
back home.  And just about every day also.  It is nice to not have to
worry about getting up and going to work.  And the only thing to do, is
to relax, enjoy life and the pleasures that we provide each other.

I was lying naked on a towel on the beach, enjoying the sun soak my
sweaty body that glistened with sunscreen lotion and sweat.  I had a
pair of shades covering my eyes and was enjoying the refreshing ocean
breeze that was keeping my sweating body cool.  Lying here like this
was almost heaven and I heard Janice's steps as she scrunched through
the sand to where I was lying.  From her steps, I somehow knew that my
moments in paradise were almost over.

"We have to go back to Gotham City!" she said as she sat down beside
me.  I didn't say a word or move as she picked up the lotion bottle and
squeezed some lotion on her hands.  I could smell the smoke from her
cigarette as the wind changed course slightly.  She began rubbing the
lotion on my breasts, squeezing my boobs and chest muscles with her
large strong hands.  With my eyes shut, it would be easy to think that
this was really a man.  I could feel the strength from her hands as her
fingers probed and squeezed my muscles as she rubbed the lotion into
all of my cracks and crannies.

I didn't move or say anything because I knew that sooner or later, she
would tell me what I needed to know.  And I was enjoying the massage
that her expert hands was giving me.  "Dalton is getting a lot of
pressure and he wants us to take some of the pressure off.  He will
give us a bonus for killing Robin."

I jumped and she stopped rubbing me.  "What's the matter, dear?  Did I
squeeze a sensitive spot?"

"No, I don't know why I jumped.  But don't let that stop you from
rubbing me.  I like it." I said as I rolled over on my stomach.

I felt her slippery hands touch my back and oil the lotion into my skin
as she said "We have to leave this afternoon.  I promised Dalton that
we will try to take the pest out tonight."

I don't know why, but I didn't want to go.  I wanted to just lie there
on the beach and let Janice make love to me.

                                 *******

I had on my black jumpsuit, my hair was tucked into a dark beret and I
had military camouflage greasepaint on my face and hands.  I was
sitting in the dark shadows of a warehouse chimney, looking down on
several roofs at the waterfront.  An earplug was sticking in one ear
and a microphone was hanging in front of my mouth.  Janice was on
another rooftop about six buildings away and was wearing a similar
getup.  We had been up there since the sky turned gray.

While the roofs were not brightly lit, there was enough light to be
able to spot anyone crossing the roofs.  One of Dalton's men had talked
to a known stool pigeon and we were expecting Robin to be sneaking
across the roof to get to where he expected to observe Dalton's gang
doing something illegal.  Janice's plan was simple.  Put some bait out.
Sooner or later Robin or Batman would take the bait.  We would get paid
for either one.  If we got both, we got a bonus.  Naturally, we would
have to take out the other one as soon as we could because neither of
them would rest until they found us.

I wanted a cigarette.  I knew that I could not smoke until this was
over but that did not stop me from wanting to light one up.  I was
sitting on a black sweater that I had brought to keep me warm later
tonight but it was not thick enough to provide much padding between my
ass and the gravely rooftop.

I was feeling nervous.  I knew from the pictures and other scrapbook
items that I had killed many times before and that I would probably
kill again.  But somehow, this didn't seem right.  I didn't want to do
this.  I was sitting there thinking of reasons that I should be doing
this when I saw him.

A young man in a bright red top jersey had just climbed on top of a
building that was near me.  I was watching him and hoping that he would
go to the west, which would put him out of my range of fire and into
Janice's area.  I watched him as he looked around and started a slow
jog across a roof.  In my earspeaker, I heard the tinny voice of Janice
as she whispered "See him waltzing toward your building.  He is coming
to you.  He is yours.  Take him out when he stops to check out the next
roof."

I raised my rifle, braced myself to hold the rifle steady and quickly
zeroed the scope's crosshairs on the center of his chest.  My thumb was
touching the switch for my laser scope.  All I had to do, was switch it
on, verify that my aim was true with the red laser dot and pull the
trigger.  Within two seconds of turning the laser spot on, Robin would
be dead with my bullet through his heart.

I followed him as he crossed to the wall.  He stopped at the low wall
and looked around.  As he stood up, I knew that this was the moment
that I should take him out.  I gritted my teeth, shifted the aim
slightly to his upper left, centering my crosshairs on his C emblem on
his chest.  I bit my lip and slowly my thumb started pressing on the
laser switch.

Then he jumped across the wall and jogged across another roof.  I took
a deep breath.  I knew that I could probably pick him off while he ran,
but I didn't want to waste my only chance and just wound him.  In my
ear, Janice's voice grunted "Come on dear.  You can do it.  Just take a
deep breath when he stops and flip your switch on him.  When you see
the red dot on him, pull the trigger.  It's that easy."

I followed him, feeling the sweat pour from me.  My hands were clammy
and my mouth tasted of blood from where I was biting my inner lip.  I
watched him through the scope as he approached a wall and I knew that
he would stop when he got to the ladder.  When he was about five feet
from it and slowing down, I took a deep breath and locked my face
against the rifle's smooth wood.  At this range, there was no way that
I could miss.  I would take him out with a clean shot to the heart when
he stopped.  I zeroed in on his moving chest and waited for the first
moment that he paused.

I was still holding my breath when he got to the wall.  And he didn't
stop.  He just went over the wall in one smooth motion, dropping on the
roof below, where he was out of my line of sight.

In my ear, Janice madly whispered "Shit.  He's headed for the roof
ladder and he is out of my range.  Why didn't you shoot him?"

I sat the rifle down and looked at my shaking hands.  I don't know why
I didn't put the trigger.  I barely heard Janice loudly whisper "Fuck
it.  He is gone.  We blew it."

                                 ******

I was chain smoking.  I wanted a drink but Janice wouldn't stop and let
me get anything.  She was driving our van and was still fuming over my
missed opportunity.  She was acting as if she wasn't perturbed, but I
knew better.  She was pissed.

Both of our faces were clean.  We had cleaned the greasepaint off with
some handi-wipes as soon as we got back to the van.  We didn't want to
be stopped and questioned by any cops as to why we had on black
jumpsuits, greaspainted faces, and sniper rifles.  I had brushed my
hair a little as she drove, but she still had her hair tucked up in her
beret.  She pulled into a diner's parking lot and only said "coffee?".
I nodded and put on a touch of lipstick as she removed her beret and
ran a brush through her hair.  She put a sweatshirt jumper over her
top, to hide her massive chest.  I followed her into the diner and
could tell a difference in the noise level as the occupants saw us walk
in.

I am used to attracting men's attention.  Dressed in a body tight black
jumpsuit and almost knee high boots, I knew that I would raise some
sexual urges.  But with Janice standing over a foot taller and weighing
over 100 pounds more than me, I knew that her pure size and muscle mass
would intimidate most people so that I would be barely noticed.

We sat in a booth and I lit another cigarette as the waitress brought
some coffee.  After she poured and left, Janice tried to smile as she
said "Don't worry about it.  We all have times where we just hesitate a
little too long.  I have done it before myself and will probably do it
again.  You were just tense.  Tomorrow night is another opportunity."

I looked around the diner and saw two middle-aged pot-bellied balding
men sitting on stools and staring as they listened to us.  I reached my
hand across the table and put it in Janice's very massive hands.  As
she squeezed my hands, I saw how the red fingernail polish on her hands
didn't add any femininity to her appearance.  I heard one of the men
whisper "Lezzies."

I felt anger rise in me as these two men judged me and Janice.  At that
moment, I could kill them.  I glared at them and Janice smiled as she
realized what internal emotions were flowing through me.  She blew me a
kiss as she said "We just need to get a good night's sleep, a little
loving, and then we can go back to work.  Can't we, baby?"

I nodded my head.  I would take my anger out on Robin tomorrow night.

                                 *******

We paid our bill and walked out to our dark van.  It was about
three-thirty and we needed to go to our room and sleep.  As we
approached the van, Janice handed me the keys for me to drive.  I
unlocked the van and we climbed in.  I started the motor and as I
pulled out of the diner's parking lot, Janice said "I am not ready to
go back just yet.  I have a six pack of beer that has been cooling all
night and I would like to go sit in the park.  Feel like sitting on a
park bench in the dark with me and watching the reflection on the water
as we drink that beer?"

I nodded and I could see the dim reflected shine from her teeth as she
smiled at me.  She gave me directions on how to get to the park that
she wanted to stop at.  I turned onto the parkway as she rolled her
window down.  She reached under the dash and removed a joint, which she
lit and passed to me.

I enjoy smoking and the relaxing feel of warm smoke from a cigarette
flooding my lungs, but the joint's smoke flooded my whole body in
seconds.  I passed it back as she tuned in a radio station that was
playing a Grateful Dead song.  By the time that I had driven five
miles, we had finished the joint, my whole body was very warm and
relaxed and we were both laughing and smiling.

We turned onto a side street and Janice put her head out the window,
letting her hair blow in the wind as she smelled the fresh air of the
country.  I drove, following her directions and helped her smoke
another joint as we slowly drove into the wooded park area.  I pulled
into a picnic area and parked the van so we could see the lake.  The
moonlight was reflecting from the still water.

We were sitting in the van, both windows down and sipping a cold beer.
The fresh cool country air felt and smelled good.  We turned off the
radio and were listening to the frogs croak as they competed with the
cricket sounds.

Janice opened her van door and climbed out, carrying the other four
beers by their plastic holder.  I put the van keys in my purse and my
cigarettes.  As I stepped out carrying my purse, she put the beers
down, and pulled the top half of her jumpsuit over her head.  Her large
boobs cast a big shadow on her belly from the moonlight as they bounced
free from the jumpsuit.

I started to remove my top and in a very husky sounding voice, she said
"No.  Let me.  I want to undress you."

Her hands slipped inside my jumpsuit and caressed my belly as her hands
rose to my breast.  Each hand cupped a breast and her thumb and
forefinger squeezed the nipple gently.

With one smooth motion, her hands lifted and tugged my jumpsuit top up.
I raised my arms and let her pull it off, over my head.  I stood there
in the moonlight, feeling the cool breezes flow around my body and
caress my breasts as she dropped my top onto the grass.

She put her arm around my shoulder and picked the beer back up.  We
walked down to the lake and found a picnic bench that was close to the
water.  We sat down on the top of the bench, with our feet on the
benchseat as I huddled next to Janice to keep warm.  I could feel her
delicious warmth as her solid thigh pressed against my leg.

Her left arm was resting on my shoulder and her left hand was teasing
my nipple.  I put my right hand on the inside of her very muscular
thigh and was gently stroking the inside of her leg with my
fingernails.  Her very large and firm left breast pressed against my
arm as I stroked her.

Although I was very relaxed from the marijuana and beer, every inch of
my body was aroused and wanting to do whatever Janice wanted me to do.
I felt a very strong sense of lust for this fantastic woman sitting
beside me.  She pressed her lips to mine and then stroked her tongue
inside my mouth.  I responded by sucking delightedly on her moist
appendage and trying to draw it deeper into my throat.  We clutched at
each other, savouring the wonderful taste of each other's body.  I
spread my legs as her other hand went between my legs and began to
caress them.  The wonderful sensation of her fingers sliding across the
spandex covering my legs almost make me jump.  As the erotic fire
spread through my body, I felt the remains of my cock stiffen where it
was tucked into my gaff.  Finally, her fingers went to the waistband of
my jumpsuit and pulled them slowly down my legs.  I lifted my body to
accommodate her movement and the black bottoms fell to the ground.

Her hand continued their probing and soon slipped down inside the front
of the pantyhose and softly caressed my groin.  Her long fingers
circling the bulge created by my soft panties and shiny, patent leather
gaff which imprisoned my excited penis back between my legs Her hand
skillfully loosened my gaff; she grasped my slowly stiffening penis and
held it firmly.  She thrust her tongue deep into my throat again as we
pressed our bodies against each other in a passionate embrace on the
picnic table.  I felt her body begin to shudder and I knew that she
would be all warm and wet inside.  I closed my eyes and let a low moan
escape my lips.

"And what do you two think that you are doing?" said the male voice as
the spotlight hit us.  I opened my eyes and couldn't see nothing but a
dark outline behind the bright spotlight.

Janice responded "We stopped to get a midnight snack."

A second flashlight came on and the two flashlights separated as the
men walked around us until they were standing about five feet in front
of us.  I looked down at my body and was relived to see that Janice's
hand was still covering my erection within my pantyhose.  One of the
men said "The park is closed after dark.  You could get into a lot of
trouble for being here.  That is, if we decided to arrest you."

We still couldn't see and Janice said "Are you the fuzz?"

One of them laughed and replied "Looks like you got your hands in the
fuzz.  We prefer to call ourselves by our more common name of
policemen."

Janice slowly moved her hand, tucking me back as she removed her hand.
A third flashlight came on, about twenty feet away from us.  There were
three of them.  Then she rose to her full seven foot height and said
"We will move on, officer.  We are not interested in breaking any laws
tonight."

The dark shadow on the left slowly ran his flashlight from her feet up
to her face and then back down so that it was centered on her naked
boobs.  The other cop said "Too late.  We caught you and now you have
to pay the price.  It's up to you as to what the charge will be."

Janice looked down at me and winked.  Then she slowly picked up her
beer and took a swallow.  She tilted her head back, which thrust her
chest out a little more.  As she drank some of the beer, she let some
flow down her chin and onto her boobs.  When she emptied the can, she
held it out and crushed it with one hand before dropping it into a
trashcan.  Then she said in a very sexy, husky voice "No, it's up to
you.  We will accept a quick judgement and our punishment.  Who is
first?"

The far cop grunted something and the other two moved back to where he
was standing.  They kept their flashlights aimed at us.  Janice opened
another beer and whispered "If I can get two of them close to me, I
will say your name just before I take them out.  You take out your
man."

I opened my purse and removed my lipstick.  I applied a fresh, bright
red coat to my lips and handed the lipstick to Janice, who did the same
thing with her lips.  The cops worked out their plan and two of them
removed their gunbelts and left them with the man holding the
flashlight.  One of the cops stood in front of me and dropped his pants
down around his ankles.  I took a sip of my beer and then dropped to my
knees in front of him.  As I looked over at Janice, she was pulling the
other cop's face between her breasts.

My cop was stroking his cock which was free from his drawers and was
only a few inches from my face.  I could see drops of sperm on its tip
and I reached out with my tongue to lick them away.

I placed my glistening red lips around his cock.  I let his hard
erection slid slowly into my mouth.  Although I had only had sex with
Janice since I lost my memory, I knew that I had given blow jobs to men
before and knew what was expected of me.  I let his cock slowly fill my
mouth, as I ignored the impulse to gag from it's presence deep within
my mouth.

I let it slide deeply into my throat and then pulled slowly away,
watching it emerge again from my moist mouth.  I saw the red stain of
my bright red lipstick where I had first pursed my lips around the cock
head.  I looked up into his eyes and slowly drew the cock back between
my lips.  As it moved inside my mouth, I wrapped my tongue around it,
guiding it deep within my throat.  I felt it tremble with excitement as
I softly locked my lips around the base of the shaft.  I pulled my head
back slowly until only the cockhead was in my mouth.  Then I started to
suck on the tip of the penis, trying to suck the bulging shaft back
into my throat.  I was enjoying this and hoped that Janice did not stop
this too soon.

I stole a glance at her and the cop was lying on his back on the picnic
table and her head was buried in his lap.  The cop holding the
flashlight was moving so that he could get a better look at what we
were doing to his friends.  In the harsh brightness of his light, I
could clearly see the bright red trail of my lipstick on his thick cock
that was wet with my salvia.  My crimson fingernails glimmered where
they were wrapped around the base of his cock.

I held his shaft in my hands as I stroked his foreskin and sucked on
his cockhead, while my tongue played with the cockhead.

The cop was gasping as he grunted "Yeah, baby.  Come on, you know what
I like.  Yes, more.  Take more.  Oh, god.  If only you could give my
wife lessons.  I am getting ready.  You are so good.  I like that.
Yes.  Fuck.  Fucking yes.  I am getting ready to cum."

His body began to shudder and I stroked his cock in and out of my mouth
rapidly, each time increasing the pressure of my lips and my teeth
against its warm flesh.  His thick cock began to shudder against my
mouth as he held my head and face fucked me.  I was having difficulty
breathing and managed to regain control of what I was doing to him.  I
sucked his cockhead, long and hard.  That was more than he could take
and he released the first spurt of semen into my mouth and tried to
force it back into my throat.

At first I choked when he pushed it all back into my throat allowing
the thick syrup to pour into my throat.  I quickly repositioned it's
length into my mouth as I sucked on it.  As he shuddered and moaned
again, he lost control of some other body functions and farted.  I
tried to remove my head but his hands were forcing my face hard against
his crotch.  When he finally released his pressure, globules of thick
sperm that I had not swallowed, were dripping down my chin and onto my
chest.

I looked up to see what Janice was doing and discovered that she had
changed positions and the other cop had joined in.  The first one that
she had been blowing, now had his head buried between her legs as he
ate her out, and she was blowing the cop that had been holding the
light.  She looked up and saw me looking at her.  She let the cock
slide slowly out of her mouth and she stared at me as she mouthed my
name.  I nodded that I was ready.

I reached my hand up between my cop's legs and wrapped my hand around
his scrotum.  Then I kissed his still semi-erect cock head as I
suddenly squeezed his balls hard.  He fell to his knees grimacing with
pain and rolled over on the ground, curling up in a fetal position as
he fell.  I looked at Janice and saw that both of her cops were lying
on the ground.  They were out cold.

She removed the badges and gunbelts of all of the cops and threw them
into the lake.  Let them explain this one.

I picked up my purse as I put my jumpsuit bottoms back on.  She opened
the last beer and chugged it down before she said "I had to swallow his
damn cum before his buddy got close enough.  I said your name twice but
you were so busy that you didn't hear me."

"Sorry, but I got carried away." I said.

She smiled and said "I lied.  I was enjoying it as much as you were."



9.  Chapter    The gym



"...48, 49, 50!" gasped Janice, as she finished her last set.  She put
away the weights and flexed her biceps as she looked in a mirror to
check the firmness.

I was riding an exercise bike and was sweating pretty good.  We had
found a semi-private gym on our first visit and joined it.  It wasn't
your typical gym where you get a lot of people standing around waiting
for their turn.  This one had limited members and time had to be
scheduled.  At this time, we were the only two still working out in the
weight room.  We had the gym to ourselves.

I felt better.  A little sleep can relax you.  Only my mouth felt very
stale from all of the smoking that I had done in the last ten hours.

I looked at Janice.  She was wearing a lime green spandex tanksuit,
that was covered on the top by a expensive ripped sweatshirt with her
incredible thick and vascular forearms tensed as she struck a pose.
The sweatshirt was damp from her sweat.

"I have double the muscle mass of the strongest men that you will find
in a gym, yet I still keep working out, trying to get bigger.  If I was
a man, I would win the Mr.  Olympia title easily.  But women's titles
require a little more femininity.  My body is too masculine for a
woman's contest.  I wonder how I will look when I get pregnant.  And
also how long it will take for me to get my body back in shape." Janice
grunted as she struck a pose flexing her pecs and shoulders so she
could see her reflection in the mirror.  Focusing my attention on her
chest, I smiled as her breasts reminded me of swollen grapefruits.  The
cloth of her sweatshirt was straining to contain the mass of her
breasts.

I stopped the bike and got a drink of water as I wiped the sweat from
my forehead with a towel.  I looked in the mirror and saw that my damn
mascara was running.  I looked into the eyes of my reflection as my
eyes in the mirror stared back at me.  My face was beautiful, even with
the smudge of mascara.  My naturally thick eyelashes and bright blue
eyes look perfect with just a little touch of makeup.  My large
expressive blue eyes highlighted with soft colours, had a sultry look to
them almost constantly.  I had a pert nose, graceful cheekbones, and
voluptuous red lips that were highly kissable.  I turned my head to
watch my soft curly blond highlighted hair frame my face and trail
halfway down my back.  I lifted my hand and stroked my face as the long
red nails reflected back at me.  I let my gaze slowly drift down and
looked at the lean waist, wide hips, and large breasts of the very
feminine woman reflected in the mirror.  I felt a familiar and nice
tingling sensation in my chest as my nipples harden and pressed against
the leotard.  My smooth legs had soft curves to them and the legs of
the leotard brought the curves of my hips out even more as it
emphasized my legs.  My beautiful build, smooth skin and beautiful face
would be envied by any young lady.

I turned so that I could watch Janice pose and strut her stuff.  I
looked at her thick quads and calves; as she flexed his legs for me,
bending her knees to bring out the definition of her hamstrings.  She
shifted position so that her thigh showed it's striated muscle.  My
eyes drifted to her diamond-etched calf that was complemented by a huge
tear-drop shaped muscle bulging over her knee.  As she slowly rotated,
I watched the solid cord running along the inside of her thigh into her
gash area.  She relaxed her quads and the muscle barely shrunk.

I felt a strong sexual desire for her as I watched her pull the thong
up her legs.  The tight material gripped her pussy like a glove and dug
obscenely into her butt-crack.  The thong accentuated the firmness of
her ass and made her legs look a mile long.  She turned her back to the
mirror and I licked my lips at the reflection of her bronze tight ass.
I felt a strange feeling between my legs and a warmth inside my body.
My cock that was tucked back between my legs, was trying to harden as I
became aroused by watching Janice.  I could feel my semi-hard cock
start pressing against the thin fabric of my leotard.

Janice smiled as she saw the little mound against my skin-tight
leotard.  She said "Wonder what that cop would have done last night, if
he had discovered your little secret.  It's good to see that reducing
your female hormones is working.  In another week or two of reduced
medication and some loving lips, you should have a fully functional
cock.  Then we go back to the doctor and see if your sperm count is
high enough to father our baby."

I blushed as I thought about what she wanted.  I felt very confused
about this.  I enjoyed being a woman but did not want to go through the
surgery and lose my puny penis.  But at the same time, if I quit my
hormone treatments, I would lose some of the femininity that I had
worked so hard to achieve.  I wanted to have a baby with her but wish
that it was her that had the cock.  And I realized now that I wanted to
be the one that was pregnant.  I looked around the gym and made sure
that we were the only ones there.  Then I reached under the spandex and
re-positioned my cock so that it wasn't hurting.  The only position
where it didn't hurt was a normal straight up position.  I stood beside
Janice as she stretched her thighs and looked at the small banana
hidden under my leotard.

Janice pulled the sweatshirt over her head and threw it in the corner
as she hit an double biceps pose.  Then she straightened her arms out,
flexing and twisting them from the shoulder displaying the corded
muscles, her huge triceps hanging down.  She flexed her pumped biceps
again hard, making veins pop out all over her arms.  Then she pulled
the shoulder straps down over her arms and pulled her top down so that
her breasts and rock hard abs were exposed.  Her stiff nipples were as
thick around as my thumb and extended to about an inch long.  She said
"I worked years to turn my flabby teenage girl's belly into a densely
muscled rock hard stomach.  And then I hide it behind a sweatshirt."

I stepped closer to Janice who put her massive arms around me and
pulled me into her body.  Her strong hand stroked the insides of my
thigh as I felt the head of my dick pressing against her stomach.  I
moved my legs between her open legs, feeling my silky damp skin rub
against her well muscled thighs and calves as I spread my legs around
her mighty trunk.  She pulled my face into the area between her
breasts.  I knew what she wanted because I wanted it to.  I began
licking her breasts.  Zeroing in on one stiff nipple, I suckled her
like a newborn babe as I kneaded the other one softly.  I rubbed my
palms over her nipple, feeling the hardness; as I sucked it's massive
twin deep into my throat.  I bathed her entire aureole with saliva and
twisted my tongue all around the stiff tip.  Janice emitted a low moan
from deep in her throat as I continued to tease the swollen teats
engorging them with blood and increasing their already erotic
sensitivity.  I watched her nipples change from pale pink to the colour
of a deep red rose as they grew with the blush of sexual desire.
Janice moaned loudly and wound her fingers into my hair.

"Oh God!" she whispered.  She was getting turned on.  My warm breasts
pressed against her hard flat stomach and flattened.  I let go of her
breasts and slid my lips down her belly.  I plunged my tongue inside
her belly button hole.  She raised her back to meet my mouth.  I saw a
large wet spot forming in the center of her tanksuit.  Her thong was
damp with her feminine juices.  I licked her a few times through the
fabric, poking my tongue against the tight fabric, eliciting gasps of
pleasure from her.  She squirmed slightly as I slid my finger up and
down the entire length of the thong embedded in the crack of her ass,
to find a way into the tight crevice.  My heart pounded inside my chest
as I felt the heat from her pussy.  Her clothes in this enticing state
of disarray hid much of her massive physique resulting in several
shivers of anticipation down my spine.  My entire field of vision was
filled with her rippling pelvic muscles.  Then I struggled to pull her
tanksuit all the way down past her gigantic thighs so I could look at
her lovely womanhood.  The neatly-trimmed dark-haired bush was
glistening with moisture.  I located her swollen clit and flicked it a
few times.

I swirled my tongue through the dark, curly hair above her slit for a
few seconds and then pulled back.  I looked into her glistening pink
hole, that was anxiously waiting for my probing tongue.  I pressed my
index finger into the open slit, as Janice moved her hips to meet my
probing finger.  I slowly stroked the length of her hot cunt and
removed my finger.  I put the whole coated finger into my mouth as
Janice watched me taste her musky feminine juices.

Then I removed my finger and pressed my face against her hairy mound.
I probed with my tongue against her swollen labia, causing her to gasp.
She spread her legs wide so my mouth had easy access to her most
private area.  I wrapped my mouth around the top of her slit and
alternately licked and kissed my way down the entire length of her
pussy lips.

Then I plunged my tongue deep into the center of her hot, wet cunt as I
grabbed hold of her rock hard ass.  Her hands held my head pressed
tightly to her as I sucked her hungry pussy.  I worked my tongue all
around the inside of the slick, pink vagina, feeling her thick juices
coat my face and run down my chest.  I used my nose to ease her
clitoris out from under its hood.  As I flicked my tongue over it, she
went over the edge and shook her way through a large orgasm.

Her hips bucked and her muscles tensed as her body jerked and twisted
as she experienced the orgasm.  She had enough sense to let go of my
head or she would have broken my neck, the way that she was shaking.
She almost knocked me over with the force of the passion flowing
through her muscular quads.  I stood up and looked at myself in the
mirror.  My mouth and chin were covered with her copious secretions.

Her face was red and her body was glowing with heat from her exertion.
She stepped forward and put her massive arms around me, interlocking
our bodies.  As our breasts touched, we embraced, and she leaned as I
stretched so we could kiss each other solidly on the mouth.  Her mouth
opened, her tongue came out and pushed between my wet and pliant lips.
I ran my hands over her massive chest, large breasts and chiseled abs,
feeling the tremendous power of her large and powerful muscles.

Janice broke the kiss and placed her massive hand between my thighs,
feeling my cock straining against my leotard.  She smiled and placed
both hands on the top of my leotard.  With one quick jerk, she ripped
my leotard apart.  Two more quick jerks and the pieces of cloth fell to
the floor as I stood naked beside my beautiful and powerful giantess.
Her finger skimmed through my trimmed crotch hair as she started
stroking my small but very hard cock.

She picked me up and carried me over to a padded weight bench as she
whispered "I want your cock and I want it now." She laid me on the
bench and dropped to her knees so that she was between my spread legs.
She ran her tongue along my dick, coating it with her warm salvia..  I
groaned as I felt her hot breath on my cock and pushed my crotch into
her face.  She grabbed hold of my ass to hold me as she put her mouth
on my hard shaft.  She rubbed my small but very stiff dick across her
face, grunting moans of pleasure from her licking lips.

She deepthroated my cock.  Grasping the base of it, Janice applied
powerful suction to the mushroom head causing it to expand even bigger
as she sucked my dick even harder.  As she was doing this, her hand was
pushing up against my tightly closed ass cheeks.  She made them yield
and to accept her brightly painted fingernail into my waiting opening.
I contracted my man cunt making it into a tight ring around her
exploring finger.

She began running her tongue over my cock before she began biting and
sucking my throbbing cock.  As she sucked it, she was stroking it up
and down with one hand while the other hand was still probing deep
inside me.  She sucked my dick deep into her mouth and relaxed, letting
it slide out before she repeated the motion.  She brought me to the
edge of cumming, then let go of my cock as she leaned over me and began
kissing my lips.  Her tongue easily found itself inside my mouth as she
began rubbing herself against me.

"You are so beautiful, Mandy." She whispers in my ear as her lips move
up and down my neck.  Her fingers are exploring my neck and shoulders.
I can smell her musky pussy scent mixed with her sweat.

"I want you.  I want you to get me pregnant.  I want to carry your
baby.  I want to be your cunt.  I can't live without you.  You are so
perfect.  So beautiful.  So much of a woman.  I like to feel your
perfect skin against my naked flesh.  Feel your milky smooth breasts.
Taste your wonderful nipples with my tongue.  You know that you can get
me hot by just looking at you." she whispers as she moves her face down
to my breasts.

She licks one of my nipples and then slowly blows her warm moist breath
on it.  I shiver a little and she grins as she trails her fingers down
my belly.  She nibbles ever so slightly on the nipple while she
massages the other one with the palm of her large hand.  "I feel a
strong desire to have your baby.  It is the strongest desire that I
have ever felt.  When I almost lost you, I thought about what life
would be, without you.  I don't want to ever have to worry about that
again.  I want to get pregnant this month.  I don't care what the
doctor says about your sperm count.  They don't know everything.  If
you would just slack off on the hormones for awhile, you might get your
sperms flowing again.  Wouldn't you like to help me be a mother to our
baby?"

She pokes her finger inside my anus again, causing me to tense up from
both pain and pleasure.  She bites my hot nipples then moves down so
that she can rub my hard cock against her nipples.  She puts my cock
between her breasts and starts moving her breasts.  I start humping her
as I breast fuck her.

We push against one another, with our rhythmic thrusts of my small hard
cock against her hard chest muscle and very soft breast tissue.  As I
hump her breasts, she whispers "Yeah, baby.  Do it for me.  Cover me
with your cum.  I am your whore.  Your cunt.  I am whatever you want me
to be.  I want you to cover me with your cum.  I want to feel your cum
squirt down my warm throat.  I want to taste your cum as it flows out
my mouth.  Come on, baby."

I was humping her boobs faster and faster.  Torrents of sweat poured
from my bodies, lubricating my thrusting action.  Suddenly I arched my
back.  She stopped and put my throbbing cock into her warm and wet
mouth.  That was it.  I climaxed

She did not release my hard cock but massaged it by gently sucking down
all the cum as I thrust my pelvis against her face.  I held her face on
my erupting cock, forcing it's creamy length down firmly between her
waiting lips.  The white sticky cream was drooling from her mouth as my
hard cock pumped it's load deep into her throat.


10.  Chapter    Primed and prepared



When my cock quit spurting, she stood up and walked over to her gym
bag.  I watched as she searched through her bag.  My breathing was
still fast and I was wet from my sweaty exertion.  She pulled out a
double-headed dildo, with a belt.  I watched as she inserted one end of
the dildo into her vagina.  Then she twitched as she adjusted it until
it was correctly contained within her and rubbing the appropriate areas
within her body.  She fastened the belt around her waist to hold it in
place and smeared my half of it with a thick dollop of Vaseline.

I stood up and walked on very jerky legs over to a counter.  I spread
my legs and bent forward over the counter, using it to support my upper
body and to balance me.

She stood behind me and coated my rosebud with Vaseline.  I felt her
coated finger gently probe my anus.  I spread my legs further and
lifted my hips to meet her finger.  Janice's forefinger was searching
out and stroking my asshole as she worked her finger into my hot ass.
I clenched my ass around her finger, moaning and forcing my hips
against her probing hand.  With her free hand, she reached around and
started stroking my still semi-hard dick.  She bent over me, rubbing
her huge breasts against my back as she whispered "Tell me what you
need.  I will do whatever you want me to do."

As her slick finger probed deep inside me, the dildo was rubbing
between my legs, it's hard head poking against my very sensitive flesh
causing me to writhe with unmeasurable pleasure.  I responded by
grunting " Fuck me.  Fuck me with your cock!"

She responded by pushing another finger so that there were now two
fingers in my twitching hole.  She let go of my now hard cock as she
removed her fingers from my anus, held my waist as she pressed her
dildo into my waiting hole.

I felt pressure as the huge head forced it's way into me.  As soon as
it was in, she rammed it into my tight ass, causing me to spasm from
the tremendous mixture of pain and pleasure.  She stood there, letting
me adjust to this cock-like object deep inside my ass.  My sphincter
muscles ass gripped the dildo like a vice.  Janice didn't move, but
used her arms to move my waist slowly back and forth as she plunged the
dildo in and out of my deep man cunt hole.

I turned my head and looked in the mirror.  My breasts were hanging
straight down and were swinging like jelly filled sacks as she pumped
me against her pelvis.  Her massive hands were tight around my hips as
she leaned slightly backwards.  Her own grapefruit breasts were
standing straight out from her chest.  A look of pure joy was on her
face as her portion of the dildo stroked hidden female nerves.  Her
muscles were all pumped up from the position that she was taking, so
that she could impale me with my end of her strap-on dildo.

The door opened and I saw a man walk in, carrying a gym bag.  Janice
looked up and roared "Get the fuck out of here.  NOW!"

He took one look at our naked bodies and smiled as he turned and walked
out.

                                ********

I am back on my rooftop.  I have my tight black jumpsuit on, my face is
covered with greasepaint again, and my rifle is in my arms.  Only this
time, my butt is very tender and I am very relaxed.  I would still like
a cigarette but for another reason than the last time I was sitting
here and desired a smoke.  I am at peace with myself and prepared to do
whatever Janice wants me to do.  I will follow her to the ends of the
earth.  I am Mandy, her woman.  I am her cunt and she is my man and
also my woman.  I am her partner.  I am half of the hired gun that is
known as the Rifleman.  I have no doubts about what I need to do and
will do.  I will shoot Robin or Batman without hesitating.

About five minutes ago, Janice softly whispered through my ear speaker
that the sex with me for the last several days, has been the best sex
that she has ever had.  She promised me that when we finished here
tonight, that she would give me another blow job.

I had to adjust my cock so that it was not tucked between my legs.
With my reduced hormone treatments and all of this sexual activity, it
is staying hard a lot.  And you can't keep a hard cock tucked between
your legs for long.

I am drawn back to reality as I see a head pop up on the roof.  I
adjust my sitting position and aim so that I can see this person in my
scope.  It is Robin and he is coming the same way that he did last
night.  I look quickly and see where he will stop where he has to
change rooftops.  That is where I will get him.  I zero my crosshairs
on his chest and follow him as he jogs across the roof.  He surprises
me by not stopping at the first wall but jumps it as he keeps going.  I
remove my face from the scope and look at the course that he is on and
pick another spot.  He has to stop at this wall.

I zero the scope on his chest again, following the bouncing emblem as
he jogs across the roof top.  My thumb is on the laser switch, ready to
turn it on as soon as I am ready to confirm my kill.  I see him slow
down and I take a deep breath.  He stops; I switch on the laser switch,
see the laser red dot appear on his chest and adjust my aim quickly so
that it is dead center on his Robin emblem.  He looks around but does
not see the red dot on his uniform.  I gently squeeze the trigger and
.......

I stop.  I switch off the laser red light.  All of a sudden, I can't
pull the trigger.  I hear Janice's voice in my ear speaker "It's all
right.  He didn't see the dot.  Get him at the next wall."

I look back in the scope and he has moved on.  I take re-aim at his
chest, grit my teeth and aim again.  As he stops again, I know why I
can't shoot him.  I am Batman.  My memory has returned.

I hear Janice's voice grunt "Shit".  I swing my scope around and aim at
where she is.  She is much further away from Robin than I am and
through my scope, I see her turn her laser switch on.  She is going to
shoot Robin from her more distant location because she thinks that I am
going to chicken out again.

I don't have time to verify my aim with the laser red dot and squeeze
the trigger.  In my scope, I see her rifle jump as my bullet strikes
her gun stock where I was aiming.  The force of my bullet destroys her
rifle and knocks it from her grasp.

"Why?" she asks through our intercom system as she stands and looks
toward where I am still lying.

"My memory returned.  I am really Batman in Mandy's body.  I had
amnesia." I stand slowly and see Robin's head stick out from where he
has ducked when the shooting started.  I pucker my lips and give a
coded whistle that not only lets Robin know where I am, but also
cautions him to stay where he is.

Janice is still standing there with a very puzzled look on her darkened
face as she whispers "How???"

I stand and walk forward so that I am out in the light.  I remove my
beret as I walk, letting my hair fall down.  I reply "I have a device
that enables me to swap bodies.  I swapped bodies with Mandy not
knowing that her head had been hurt in the warehouse fall and then lost
my memory when her head was further damaged.  I am sorry but I have to
take you in."

She threw her head back and laughed as she said "I knew it was too good
to be true.  Since that night in the warehouse, Mandy has been the most
sexually responsive that she has ever been.  We have been lovers for
years, but our sex life was not that great.  I was secretly hoping that
she never recovered her memory so I could keep this new Mandy.  I
thought a couple of times that it was not really her.  Guess I was
right.  Well, Batman, what are you going to do?  I don't plan on
surrendering.  I was going to give up this career field after this job
and settle down, but now I think that I have to re-adjust my plans."

"I still have my rifle and you are unarmed.  Drop to the ground and
spread your legs."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me.  Another time and place - I would
have followed your instructions to the letter.  But now, I only have
one reply.  Bull shit.  You can't and won't shoot me.  Or you would
have taken the much easier shot instead of blowing my rifle away.  No,
I am going to walk away from here and cancel this contract.  Stay away
from me and I will never bother you again."

"I can't do that.  You are a wanted criminal and I have to place you
under arrest for those crimes."

"Then come after me.  But come alone if you want a fair fight.  If the
Boy Athlete comes with you, I will kill him." she said as she turned
and started running away.

Robin didn't know what was being said by us, but he had been observing
from his hiding spot.  As Janice began running, he leaped to his feet
and was chasing her.  I whistled another coded whistle and he stopped.
I didn't want him catching up to her because he would not stand a
chance against her.  I would have to fight her.  As Batman.

Robin came running to where I was standing.  As he approached me, he
said "I think that I could outrun her and catch her.  Why did you stop
me?"

"That woman is one of the most dangerous people that we have ever
faced.  You wouldn't stand a chance against her strength.  I know where
to find her and after I restore my body, I will go after her.  Alone,
old chum.  Take me to the Batcave."

                                 ******

I was putting on my special bullet-proof Batsuit that was re-enforced
with multiple levels of kevlar.  I knew that she would go back to
Florida and would wait for me there.  Mandy was lying on the bed in the
Batcave medical room, back in her sleeping body.  After regaining my
normal male body, I had checked the airplane flights to Florida to find
what I expected.  One passenger named J. Bell had already boarded a
plane that was currently en route to Florida.

Robin had changed into his Dick clothes and was watching me as I
dressed.  Earlier on the drive back home, I had explained what happened
to me and why I had to go after her alone.  As I picked up my heavy
special bullet-proof cowl, he tried one last time "I don't think that
you should do this now.  You have been through a lot of mental trauma
recently and need time to make sure that you are fully recovered.  Why
don't we have the Florida police stop her when the plane lands?"

"Dick, I am sure that you are correct and I would probably agree with
you and follow your excellent advice under other circumstances.  I also
think that I will need some therapy to fully recover from the mental
confusion of still feeling that I am really that she-male.  Right now,
I know that I am the only one that could possibly stop her.  Normal
police would only slow her down and would result in someone getting
hurt.  I have to go after her.  And I have to do it alone."



11.  Chapter    The Swamp Battle



I parked my Batplane at the Florida airport.  I quickly unloaded my
portable Batcycle and rode it out to the beachhouse.  I pulled up to
the house and parked my cycle.  The front door was unlocked and the
house was empty.  On the coffee table, was a note:


     Batman

     Or is it still Mandy that is reading my note??

     When you entered my house, you set off an alarm.  Anything
     that you can use as evidence against me, is currently being
     destroyed by an acid bath.  I highly suggest that no one
     enters the hidden room, until the acid has had time to drain
     into the collection pit.

     The alarm also set off a radio transmitter.  I am sitting at
     a campsite that is about six miles north of the beachhouse,
     in a swamp.  I plan on spending the night here and then
     disappearing.  Over the years, I have earned enough money to
     retire and live comfortably.  If you don't follow me tonight,
     I will retire and live an normal life.  If you follow me, I
     will have to fight you.  I don't want to fight you, but I
     know that you will not rest until we settle this.  So I am
     waiting for you, to see what your choice is.

     On the counter is a small personal radio transmitter.  The
     frequency is listed on the back, if you prefer to use your
     Batradio.  Use it to talk to me.

     Come alone.  And be prepared for the battle of your life.

     Your friend and lover

     Janice


I looked at the back of the note and she had drawn a map showing how to
get to the campsite.  I picked up the radio transmitter, looked at it's
frequency and set my Batradio for that frequency.  Then I took a deep
breath and said "Are you listening?"

There was a long pause then her I heard her voice mixed with static in
my ear speaker "Yes.  Your voice sounds different, but I know it's
you."

"I have come to arrest you.  I won't go back without you."

"I would expect no less from you.  I am honoured that I am worthy of
your personal attention.  How long can you stay?  My plane doesn't
leave for three days, which means that we have three nights that we can
discuss old times." crackled her voice.  Apparently she was at the
outer distance range of her little radio transmitter.

"As long as it takes.  Why don't you give yourself up and I will
testify that you voluntary surrendered?"

"You know me better that, my dearest Batman.  Or have you forgotten
everything that you learned about me?"

"I am coming after you."

"I will be sitting here on my bed, twirling my panties on my finger,
just waiting for your arrival.  Would you like to make love to me
before you try to arrest me?  Well, you will find out that I am not
easy.  To arrest, that is.  See you shortly, darling." crackled the
radio.

I left the house on the Batcycle and followed the road to where it dead
ended in the swamp.  I left the Batcycle and started walking through
the swamp.

The swamp was treacherous and the path led me through several pools of
oozing mud.  In my much heavier bullet-proof Batsuit, I was sinking in
almost mid-thigh deep into the sucking mud.  I had to swim through a
couple of pools and this suit was extremely difficult to swim in
because of it's weight and heavy cape.  But the water was not as
dangerous as the wide stretches of jungle swamp with it's mixtures of
sand and quicksand with its sticky clutches.  I would have liked to
taken to the trees, but there was not enough clearing or supporting
trees to provide a path to where she was waiting for me.

As I looked at the next area of swamp that I had to cross, her voice
echoed from my speaker.  It did not have the crackle that the first
message had, so I was getting closer.  She said "Congratulations on
getting this far.  When you swam through that last pool, I thought that
you were going to drown.  I would not have liked that.  Why don't you
get rid of your costume?  You won't need it when you are in bed with
me."

"I think that you and I have different objectives.  How do you know
where I am at?"

"Do we?  You don't realize it yet, but we both have the same objective.
This is my swamp.  I use it as a training ground to build up my
endurance.  I put a couple of small transmitters where you would have
to pass very close by them.  On the last one, you were breathing very
hard as you exited the water.  You must have that heavy duty suit of
armour on that stopped the bullet the first time that we met.  Take it
off.  I promise to not shoot you.  I want to fight you in a fair hand
to hand fight.  You have my word.  If you don't take it off, you might
not make it to my camp.  And you want to make sure that you have plenty
of energy left when you get here."

I had rested long enough.  I stepped out into the mucky sand and
instantly sunk in over my knees, in the hungry goo, and it wasn't
showing any signs of being firmer as I went further.  I tried to pull
one leg free from the sand's sticky grip, managing to pull a few inches
of ankle above the surface, but pulling my other leg down to mid-thigh
in the sand.  She was right.  I was going to have to shed my Batsuit,
which was my only protection from her deadly rifle.  Could I trust her?

My muscles strained as I tried to turn around in the thick goo, trying
to get back to shore.  Each movement pulled me deeper into the sand
until my hips sunk in completely.

I grabbed a limb that I used to help me get back to the tree stump that
I had been standing on.  I removed the cape and threw it over on a
stump.  If I needed to recover it, I could find it easily.  Then I
pulled off my boots, and removed my Batsuit.  I had my standard
Batshorts on, which were a mixture of jockey shorts and bathing suit;
and my Batcowl.  I put my Utility Belt and boots back on.

This time, I did not sink as deep.  I was able to lay flat on the muck
and swim slowly across it, which kept me from sinking too deep.  I
plunged my hands into the sand, my chest and back muscles bulging from
the effort to move me across the morass.  I strained and struggled
against the sand, finally crossing this patch as I sunk into it so that
I could not move my feet to propel me any further.  I would not have
made if, if I had left my suit on.  I strained to lift an arm from the
sand's sticky grip to grab a treeroot.

I laid on the treeroot, breathing hard as my body recovered from it's
exertion.  As I gasped for breath, my speaker said "Good work.  You are
only the second person to ever make it across that stretch.  I was the
first.  Did you think that you were going to die, when you felt
yourself being dragged deeper into that goo?  I started to come help
you out but I knew that you would find someway out.  After all, you are
the Batman.  Aren't you?  With your magical devices, it could be Mandy
in your body that is coming after me.  I listed to you on my radio as
you struggled and thought about how helpless you must feel.  I enjoy
listening to you struggle to get to me.  I promise to make it worth
your while when you get here.  I got a little turned on, thinking about
how slick your naked body must be now.  Did you ever make love in a mud
bath?  Well, you don't have to answer that.  I already know the
answer."

I stood up and looked at my body.  It was caked with wet swamp mud.  I
didn't say anything because I didn't want to give her any satisfaction
in knowing how tired I really was.  I continued walking, looking at my
wrist compass to make sure that I was still on course.

Within a couple of minutes, I came to another clearing of mud and sand,
that had a very light coat of water over it.  I picked my destination
on the other side of the clearing and eased into the sucking grasp of
the quicksand.  This clearing was very difficult.  I kept sinking and
as I sunk, it became more difficult to pull my body forward.  I was
about ten feet from the tree root that I was aiming for when the end of
a rope landed beside my hand.  I grabbed it and looked up to see Janice
step from behind the tree.  She was wearing a bikini and some running
shoes.

"I was in the neighbourhood and thought that I would drop by to see if I
could lend a hand." she said.

I grabbed the rope and pulled on it.  She let some rope out so that my
pulling did not help me.  Then she said "It's not deep here.  Only
about seven feet deep.  Only you are only a little over six feet tall.
Maybe if you take a deep breath and let yourself sink to the bottom,
you can walk in.  If your breath will last."

Then she laughed and continued "I can't do that to you."

She tightened the tension on the rope and started pulling me toward
her.  When I got to the edge of the tree root, she stopped and put her
foot on my shoulder as she softly said "but I can do this."

She leaned forward a little, shifting her foot's weight on my shoulder,
pressing me slowly deeper into the sand.  I struggled to get out from
under her pressure as she pushed me gently under the sand.

Then she removed her foot.  I struggled and felt something solid.  It
was part of the tree root.  I used it as leverage to push myself
upwards and pulled myself out onto the tree root.  She was gone.  I
laid there gasping for breath and I heard a sharp whistle from the
trees ahead of me.  Then she shouted "Come on Batman.  It is all firm
ground from here to the camp.  Race you.  If you catch me, you can fuck
me."

I stood and looked ahead.  I could see her muddy footprints coming and
going to this tree.  My eyes followed the footprints until I saw her
smiling face peering around a tree about a hundred yards away.

I started walking.  She turned and ran.  I didn't chase her because I
knew that I was too tired now.  My legs felt like cast iron from the
constant exertion of fighting that mud.  I was in no shape to chase her
now or to put up a fight if I had to fight her.  I would follow her at
my pace and then speed up when I was ready.  I paused long enough to
take my boots off and pour out some of the mud that had seeped in.

I followed her muddy tracks until the tracks disappeared into a trail.
By that time, my energy had returned and I was lightly jogging.  As I
exited a strand of trees, I saw her ahead about two hundred yards, also
lightly jogging across a clearing of low swampgrass.

I speeded up.  As I did, her voice echoed through my speaker "Think
what this looks like.  An almost naked man, coated with mud and wearing
a muddy Batcowl and boots, chasing a very muscular big boobed woman in
a bikini across a swamp.  We could sell the movie rights for this and
both of us could retire."

I knew that she was leading me to where she wanted the showdown and
that it would be on her turf.  I watched as she dived into a river and
started swimming up the canal.  I followed her and we swam for about
ten minutes, without me gaining any on her.  She has some extremely
powerful swimming strokes.

She got out of the water and ran down a narrow path.  I followed her
and quickly entered a clearing with a cabin.  This is her campsite.
She was standing in the middle of the clearing waiting on me.

I approached her and she said "There was another way to get here, but I
thought that you would like a little swim to wash some of that mud off.
You have a very nice body.  That is, it is nice for a man who doesn't
work out much."

"I don't have time to be a body builder."

"Too bad.  With a little work, you could have a perfect body.  That
tight bathing suit looks good on you.  I will take my bathing suit off
and show you my body if you will take yours off.  You can leave that
stupid mask on, if you like.  I have never fucked a man wearing a mask,
except for that one Halloween party."

"Are you going to surrender?"

"Come on dear.  We both know the answer to that one."

"I don't like to fight women, but I will not pull my punches just
because you are a woman or because we have shared sex before." I said.

"Good, because I won't pull my punches either.  The loser will get
their ass seriously kicked."

Accepting my challenge, Janice flexed her hard muscles in her legs and
arms.  She was a magnificent sight to behold.  She circled me before
she charged me like a bull moose.  A bull moose with a seven foot arm
reach and enough power in her thighs to move a railroad train.  I was
able to deflect her grasp and to use her momentum to send her flipping
on the ground.  She rolled and bounced back to her feet before I could
take advantage of her being down.

She laughed and said "You are really serious about this, aren't you.
And I thought that you came down here to make love to me.  Well, let me
show you how serious I can be."

Within the next sixty seconds, she hit the ground three more times.
And I was thrown twenty feet through the air, almost knocking the wind
out of me as she lifted me off of the ground and put a wrestling
airplane spin on me.

We were circling each other again.  She made darting grabs at my legs,
designed to fake me out as she used her longer arms to grab me.  Sweat
was glistening from our bodies, both of us have sand sticking to our
bodies from where we had rolled on the ground.  Instead of wasting
breath now, we only exchanged grunts.

She lunged at me but I faked a move, knowing that she would change
tactics and I was ready for her.  As my body easily gave to her charge,
I sidestepped and used her forward momentum to jerk her arm behind her
as I tripped her and rode her to the ground.  But as she fell, she
rolled over on her back so that we fell with my arms under her and my
legs around her.  Her weight was pinning my arms which were holding her
right arm back.  She smiled as clobbered me on the side of the head
with her arm.

The force of her blow hurt and dazed me for a second.  Before I could
recover, she twisted under me and threw her legs around my head,
pulling me to the ground, with a head lock around my head.  She hooked
one leg around my head and wrapped the other leg on the opposite side.
She shifted her body to bring my head further up between her thighs.

As I struggled to break free, she laughed and said "I know a lot of
people that would give their right nut or right boob to be where you
are right now.  And you are struggling to get free.  Come on, Batman.
Show me how you take advantage of every opportunity.  Use this against
me.  If you change how you are struggling, you can get your face closer
to my panties.  Then with a skilled tongue, you might make me forget
about fighting you."

She just held me there for a while, my head held firm between her
strong muscular legs.  She kissed her finger and then put her finger to
my lips as she locked her ankles together and squeezed tight.  I felt
her thighs turn rock hard and bulge with power as she squeezed.  My
head was spinning as it was crushed in a vice-like grip that could very
easily kill.  I tried to pull her legs apart with my hands but I could
not move her massive bundles of muscle.  My vision was beginning to
blur and I knew that I would pass out, if she kept the pressure up.

I couldn't breath.  Her strong legs were cutting my oxygen off and
there was no way that I would be able to force those very strong legs
apart.  I was kicking with my feet, trying to break free and I felt one
of her hands tug on my utility belt.  I jerked and threw a punch where
I expected her head to be but didn't connect with anything but air.
Then I felt the utility belt unbuckle and it slide off of me.

She let go of my head and we both twisted in opposite directions, to
our feet.  She was standing there holding my Batbelt.  She flung it
into a pile of grass about sixty feet away as she said "Be careful when
you go after it, because that area is full of chiggers and stickers.."

I shook my head to clear the ringing from where she hit me.  I was
gasping for breath and she looked as strong as when we started.  She
brushed the hair from her face, which was wet with sweat.  She grabbed
her bikini top and pulled on it, ripping it from her body.  She laughed
as she said "It's an evenly matched fight so far.  You have lost your
utility belt and I have lost my bikini top in the first round.  Why
don't we take a thirty second pause before we start again.  You see,
that I put four different thermos bottles around this clearing.  They
all have the same thing in it.  With your trek through the swamp, you
should be very de-hydrated now.  Take a break and then we will continue
our little tussle."

I hated to stop but she was right.  I was dehydrated and needed to
replenish my body fluids.  In this heat and fighting her, I could lose
just because of my de-hydration.  I picked up one of the thermos
bottles as she picked up one on the other side of the clearing.  I
watched as she took a deep drink, again letting some of the liquid gush
out of her mouth and onto her breasts.  I took a deep drink and tasted
tea.  It was the Damiana tea.  Shit.  I needed the moisture not an
erection.

She put down her thermos and walked back to the center of the clearing.
I did the same.  When she crouched and charged me this time, I
sidestepped her and threw an elbow into her abs as hard as I could.  It
was like hitting a brick wall, but it knocked the breath from her.
Before she could recover, I threw two hard punches to her belly before
she could deflect another punch.  We quickly separated and I could see
a little pain on her face.  I had managed to hurt her.

I stepped in to her and threw a hard right to her jaw.  As I connected
with her jaw, I felt her falter as my punch spun her head.  Before she
could recover, I brought an uppercut punch back to her jaw.  She was
able to deflect this and to push me away.

I returned with a kick to the upper chest but she also dodged this, and
my momentum caused me to loose my balance and fall.  She fell on my
body and pinned me with her heavier body.  I was lying face down and
she was on top of me.  I tried to roll and was surprised when she
allowed me to roll.  As we rolled, I felt a rip and then she jumped to
her feet.

She was laughing at me as she held up the remains of my bathing suit.
I was standing there naked except for the cowl and boots.  She threw
the bathing suit down and ripped her bikini bottom off, with one quick
jerk.  She laughed as she said "If you pin me to the ground, I will let
you fuck me.  I may not let you up for awhile."

This fight had gone on too long.  She is too big and strong and I am no
match for her strength.  I have to take her out and quickly.  I step in
and throw a quick jab, knowing that she will dodge it, but instead of
trying to connect with the jab, I keep spinning and throw a spinning
kick that connects with her belly and causes her to bend over.  I come
in with a knee to her face and she blocks it, knocking me off balance.

I spin around and throw a elbow jab to her throat and she partially
blocks it.  I am knocked off balance again and before I can recover, I
feel her strong hands pick me up and she is holding me up over her
head.  She starts an airplane spin and throws me to the ground knocking
the wind out of me.  Before I can move, she does a knee drop fall onto
my chest, then grabs me and rolls through the sand with me.  When we
stop rolling, she has a leg lock around my head again.

She tightened her legs so that I couldn't breath and I frantically
grabbed at her legs trying to get some air.  I passed out.



12.  Chapter    The Bargain



I jerked my head as the pungent odour aroused me from my sleep.  I
opened my eyes and realized that I was tied to a chair and Janice was
waving some smelly thing under my nose.

"Hello, how are you feeling now?  she asked.

I slowly rotated my head and replied "You almost broke my neck."

"I had to.  You were winning.  And I can't let anyone beat me.  Much
less a mear man."

I looked around and we were in a cabin.  I assumed it was the cabin in
the clearing.  Janice was still naked and so was I. Except that I still
had my boots and cowl on and was tied to a very strong kitchen chair.
I couldn't see the knots tieing my wrists tightly behind the chair.  My
wrists were bound, and anchored to the chair.  My ankles were tied to
the legs of the chair and a rope around my waist held me tight against
the chair back.  Janice had done a thorough job and there was no hope
for escape.

She grabbed another kitchen chair, swung it around backwards and sat
down it on it so that her boobs were resting on the chair back.  She
smiles at me, as her tongue licks her lips to moisten them.  I know
that she is savouring this moment.  The way my legs are tied, causes my
legs to be spread and to expose my dangling cock and balls to her view.
She picked up a plate of brownies and offered me one.  I nodded my head
no and said "What occurs now?"

"I want something from you.  I want your sperm.  Over the last week, I
fell in love with you when you were Mandy.  You seduced me and made me
feel like a woman.  I got this very strong maternal urge and wanted
Mandy to father my child.  I knew that it was grasping at straws
because she has been on female hormones too long and probably will
never be able to develop a normal sperm count.  I was very pissed off
when I discovered that it was not Mandy.  Not because it was the
Batman, but because my new and wonderful lover would be gone forever.
On the way to Florida, I realized that I was running away from
something that I did not want to lose.  I cried.  Can you imagine what
I looked like?  A seven foot tall Amazon sitting in the middle of a
plane with tears flowing down my face.  As I cried, I knew that you
would follow me in your real body and that I could not allow you to
capture me.  But I wanted you to capture me.  I wanted you to pin me to
the ground and to fuck me.  As we fought, I discovered that I couldn't
let you win and that I had to fight my best fight.  You were winning
and I took a cheap shot that knocked you out.  I really wanted us to
fight until we were so exhausted that we just laid on each other,
gasping for breath.  Then as we regained our strength, we would feel
the sexual desire for each other and we would make love in the sand."

She took another brownie and continued "I have an offer to make to you.
You are a man of your word and so am I. I promise to turn myself in to
the Florida police four mornings from now, if you will make a promise
to me.  I want you to spend the next three days and nights making love
to me.  Here in this cabin and in my swamp.  If I get pregnant from our
love making, it is my child.  You will never claim it or be responsible
for it.  I will raise it and when the child is old enough to
understand, I will tell her who her father is, if she wants to know."

I looked in her eyes and knew that she was telling the truth.  I
thought about what to say and then asked "How do you know it will be a
girl?"

She laughed and replied "I would hate to give up my excellent body tone
just to bring another man into the world.  I hope it is a girl but I
will love him or her just as much."

"I can't bargain with criminals."

"I am not a criminal.  I am a suspect.  There is no proof that links me
with anything that I can be charged with.  I expect to turn myself in,
have the District Attorney harass me while he tries to dig up evidence
that does not exist, and then for my lawyer to escort me out to
freedom.  If they bring charges against me for anything, it will only
be for standing on that roof with a rifle.  I did not fire a shot at
Robin and you will be my witness for that.  They might drag up what we
did to those cops at the park, but how will you explain giving that
blow job to the cop?  You know our legal system and from watching the
OJ case, you can see that proving me guilty is going to be very
difficult.  So, don't think of me as a criminal, but instead as a
potential suspect."

"I saw the pictures in the hidden room."

"You can testify that you saw pictures but you can't testify that you
saw myself or Mandy shoot anyone."

"I won't argue our legal system merits or problems with you.  I am
pledged to bring criminals or suspects to a court of law where their
guilt can be determined."

She stood up, picked up the plate of brownies and walked over to my
chair.  She straddled my lap and sat down on my lap, facing me, with
her legs spread wide around my body.  Her naked crotch was directly
over my rapidly harding cock.  Her large breasts and nipples were at my
throat.  She held one of the brownies to my lips and said "Damiana
brownies are very delicious."

I didn't need the brownie.  I could feel my cock getting hard.  I tried
to ignore it as I continued "I have a mission in life and having a
child would impact that mission."

"Shut up and eat the brownies before I pour the tea down your throat.
I would like to have your child, but if I don't get pregnant, then I
don't get pregnant."

She tightened the grip of her thighs on mine and pressed one of her
breasts to my lips.  Her voice changed to a very sexy, husky sound as
she said "I think that I will rape you if you don't give me your word.
Your body will let me do it to you.  And I also have my dildo, if I
need it."

She lifted her heavy breast to my mouth level and pressed the breast
against my lips, pressing the nipple against my lips, trying to force
it into my mouth.  I couldn't move because of the way that I was tied
and how she was sitting on me.  As she stuffed the breast in my face,
she blew in my ear.

I am only human and stared at the twin perfect shaped globes rubbing
against my face.  Her areolae was peach coloured and bulged out like a
small breast mounted on a large breast.  I could see the bluish veins
coursing through the tit.  The nipple itself was maybe 3/4" long and
about a half inch thick.

I allowed my lips to part from the pressure of the nipple and allowed
the nipple to enter my mouth.  I hungrily took the nipple in and put my
lips as far around the areola as I could.  I started licking around the
edges of it, where it started protruding from the rest of the breast.
I could feel her nipple extend in my mouth as it began to hit the back
of my throat.  She started whispering, "yes, take me.  Suck it.  You
know how to suck it." I felt her nipple growing even larger against my
tongue.

I bathed her entire aureole with saliva and twisted my tongue all
around the stiff tip.  Janice emitted a low moan from deep in her
throat.  "Oh, yes," she whispered breathlessly.  Encouraged, I licked
and sucked heartily for several minutes, kneading and fondling the
firm, juicy tit.

I was in ecstasy as I suckled hard and harder.  It was more than I
could stand.  My cock sprang to life and pulsed as I continued to
suckle the huge tit.  She wriggled her crotch against my crotch, and I
could feel my hard erection pressing directly against the opening of
her pussy.  Instead of guiding my cock into her pussy with her hand,
she lifted her whole body up and forward in a single motion, causing me
to slide inside her.  It was almost as if her pussy grabbed my cock all
by itself and pulled it in.  Then she sat back with my cock throbbing
inside her pussy, and grinned as she said "Welcome home, dear."

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her other breast.  As
I started sucking on this fresh melon, she started moving her hips back
and forth.  I was tied to this chair, a very large breast was stuffed
into my mouth, my cockhead was held by her very tight vagina lips and I
could not use my hands or legs.  She was raping me.

But I was enjoying it.  I discovered that I could rock my hips slightly
in a humping motion.  As I humped her, I felt her hands fumbling with
something behind me.  Then I felt the ropes loosen as she untied my
hands.  As the ropes fell off of my wrists, I put my arms around her
waist and pulled her tight to me.  Whatever she did, also loosened the
ropes around my waist and legs.  As we slowly merged our two bodies, I
felt the ropes drop to the ground.

I braced myself and slowly stood up.  As I stood, she wrapped her legs
around me and let me carry her to the bed, with her riding my cock as I
walked.  I tried to lay her down on the bed gently, but her weight was
too much for me and we fell onto the bed.

                                 *****

Later that day, I called Robin and told him that everything was under
control.  But I had some things to do and it would be about a week
before I came home.  He told me to take my time.  He also said that he
had moved Mandy up to the manor when she woke up.  I could feel the
embarrassment in his voice as he told me about how he had woke up, with
her in bed with him.  She has spent last night in bed with him.  He
also wondered if it would be proper to have one of Bruce Wayne's
lawyers defend her.  It sounded as if Dick has found a sex partner.
Wonder if he knows that Mandy does not have a vagina yet?

After three days and nights of repeated lovemaking, I put my full
Batman suit on and drove Janice to the police department where she
turned herself in.  True to her prediction, her lawyer had her free on
bond and the charges dismissed within two days.  There was no proof of
her crimes.

I watched her board her flight to Europe where she planned on retiring.
I knew that I would find a way to stay in touch with her.  I hoped that
I would not have to worry about her ever crossing the straight and
narrow line again.  As for myself, I had to go home and return to my
normal life.