Max teaches the boys how to treat a lady

“Now, now boys, lets be nice. ‘sides I don’t wanna hurt you big strong men” Max smiled.

Jizzy B didn’t seem to find being undermined too amusing, he gave Max a cold stare before gesturing his men to take her.

The guy on his left and right approached Max ready to grab her while Jizzy confidently unzipped his pants letting out his semi-erect cock.

“Errugh” Max shrugged disgusted by the sight of the man’s penis. Still standing along side her motorbike she stepped on the seat lunging herself into the air toward the two approaching men. They gawked at the hang time Max displayed while airborne before her legs shot out in a split-kick catching them both in the face. The two men were thrown off their feet and onto the dusty ground out cold.

Jizzy’s eyes flew open in surprise at the strength displayed by Max. He flew at her, clenching his fist and lunging it at her with all his might. Max simply caught his fist then squeezed with her superior strength.

“AAAAHHHGH” Jizzy yelled clasping the wrist of his hand that was in Max’s grasping falling down on one knee.

Right, there are 27 bones in the human hands including 8 in the wrist. If you don’t want me to break every single one of ‘em, I suggest you answer my earlier question.”

“Okay, oright you crazy bitch”...

“HhhhaHHRGH.. FFFCK” he yelled again as Max broke his wrist with a twist of her own.

“Blunt” Jizzy groaned, “Yeah, he lives in that building over there, does work on some of the injured gangbangers round town.”

Max let go of his fist and walked away leaving him clutching his wrist.

She walked up the stairs toward the offices, slowly she opened the door and walked inside.

“You are a marvel 452. Of course if those fools knew what you were they would never have crossed you. Their lucky to be breathing.”

Max looked at the old room sitting behind a desk. “How did you know who I was?”

“Please child. Even if you didn’t put on the super-human display outside I would have known you were one of mine. I know my own work after all.”

“You were one of my finest 452, oh how I wished I could of seen you at your full potencial. Of course I got my wish now. You turned out just as designed.”

“What?”

Your physical appearance was pre-rendered, built on a computer. It ensured that you would be perfect.”

“Well I need your help, you were there, I remember sitting in counselling sessions with you”.

“Young children bred to kill from a birth is sure to effect the mind, we had to make sure you could handle it”...

“But you say you sought me out for help?”

“Tell me.”