Space Babes of the 4-Play Fellowship and the Quest fot the Destiny Gate - Chapter 01 A Night to Remeber

In the growing dark, I couldn't be sure. But as I moved to answer the beeping door-com, I thought I saw something outside the window across the room, a shape glimpsed from the corner of my eye. So I was a bit distracted as I hit the enter button and the front doors slid aside. The fist that came flying at my face took me by surprise, and I instinctively ducked at almost full speed, so that the punch missed by a clear foot or more. I knew immediately that I had moved too fast. BB's sharp blue eyes popped open wide. It must have looked like a Matrix move to her, and she was clearly astonished to have failed to connect. But she recovered quickly and threw a swift crossing punch with her other hand, aiming for the place where my face had reappeared on her other side.

This punch I could have dodged without super-speed, since it took her a moment of delay to reverse the spin of her torso after that first big miss. But I didn't want her to get suspicious about my abilities, so I decided to take things extra slow to try and convince her that the first dodge was just a lucky fluke. She caught my jaw in a solid hook, and I relaxed and let the punch knock me off my feet. I landed hard on my side, and by the time I stopped sliding across the smooth metallic floor and lifted my head to see my attacker, BB was already right beside me launching a powerful kick into my ribs. I curled my body around her foot and let out the obligatory sound of wind being forced from my lungs. "Ooof!" I had to make this look good, like I was really stunned and unable to recover for a few moments. But she wasn't planning on wasting any time. Within seconds, she had taken me by the hair and jerked me to my knees. A series of rights and lefts spun my head back and forth; finally she brought a knee up hard under my chin, sending me into another slide across the floor, this time sprawled on my back. I groaned and made little movement.

Now, she slowed her attack, thinking that I was pretty much out of it at that point. It's always interesting to me to see what a fighter will do when an opponent is totally at her mercy. That's when you find out which moves she really likes to do. She can take time to set up her victim and execute a scripted assault at her own pace, and the script usually involves some common theme that reveals a subtle (or not so subtle) fetish—something she likes the feel of doing, or something she thinks she's particularly good at, or something that evokes a reaction in her subject's body that she likes to see and hear, or maybe all of the above. With BB, I didn't have to play possum for long to figure out her style. She sat me up with one unceremonious stomp to the midsection and then dragged me to my feet, pushed me against the wall, and began unloading fist after fist to my bare abs as my arms hung limp at my sides. I had to admire her technique. These were real belly bombs, delivered with precision and power, her fists cocking far up and back and then exploding forward like cannon balls as she spun her whole body to put as much weight and momentum as possible behind each thundering blow. Clearly, this gal had been trained as a boxer, and a darn good one. She alternated between straight punches down into my navel and brutal uppercuts that would have lifted my ass off the floor if the wall had not been there to brace me. I concentrated to relax my stomach, and as she pounded my gut with all her might, I swore that I could feel the hint of a sweet dull ache far inside, something rare for me indeed. I had to repress a smile from curling my lips as I gave her the low grunts she expected to hear with each punch.

I was enjoying myself so much that I completely forgot to buckle my knees. By the time it occurred to me, I thought that I might have been in danger of raising BB's suspicions about my physical abilities again. But as I lifted my eyes to glance at BB's face, I saw that she was completely mesmerized with her labor and probably had no idea how long she'd been working to pulverize my belly or how odd it should have seemed to her that I had not yet collapsed. Her eyes darted back and forth between my quivering midsection and the sight of my chest rhythmically heaving against a sheer blue bra as my body recoiled with each blow. Briefly, I saw her lick her lips as she watched my breasts bounce. This was almost too much for me, almost too perfect of a little fantasy. For a moment, I wondered if I were dreaming the whole thing. I thought I had seen BB checking out my bod a few times before when she didn't think I was looking, but stolen glances here and there from men as well as women were not at all uncommon for me, so I hadn't thought much of it. But BB was a real cutie, with a sleek physique of her own that had caught my attention at our first encounter back at the secret meeting that had launched our little fellowship of four, and if I had known earlier that she had a fancy for dealing out this kind of punishment, I'd have tried to arrange some sly scheme for becoming her punching bag a long time ago. But amazingly, this was happening without me even trying, frankly without me having any clue as to the motivation behind the surprise attack. Though I certainly wasn't complaining, I couldn't help but wonder, Just why are you doing this, my dear?

BB's steady barrage of punches halted, and she shook her head briefly, like she was trying to clear away a fog. She blinked, then focused her eyes on mine. "What do you know about the Destiny Gate? Where is it? I know you've been lying to us. Tell me the truth now, or I'll make you wish you had."

I really had no idea how to answer that. "Huh? BB, I don't understand what you're saying. What's this all abou...ooof!" I could hear the slapping thud of her fist in my gut.

"Don't lie!" she shouted. "You're holding something back, and I know it."

I was at a loss. I really didn't know anything more than she did about the Destiny Gate, the object of our quest. What made her think I was lying? "Ooof!" Another thud. I had waited too long to answer. "BB, I really don't...ooof!" I could see that this was going nowhere fast.

What an odd little predicament. Here I was being worked over by someone I secretly liked, but who had no idea that she couldn't really hurt me and certainly had no idea that I was enjoying having her try, all due to some crazy mix-up that I couldn't understand. Boy, if Wonder Woman could see me now, I thought, she'd be laughing her ass off. "Some Supergirl you are," she'd say, and just laugh and laugh and laugh.

To be continued . . . in Chapter Two: Coming in Loud and Clear