An unstoppable meets an immovable object...

Sierra Munroe gasped softly as she leaned back in her over-sized office chair, wiggling her smooth hips gently against the soft leather as she examined the display of images on her arrayed monitors. All the while Anna licked and worshiped her tight, slick, perfect pussy beneath the massive mahogany desk. Sierra's chilly blue eyes gleamed as they danced over the different still images captured by her Mammazon Strike Squads various dashboard and vest cameras.

She curled one long, supple, stockinged calf over the hunched shoulder and down the curved back of her petite ginger plaything then used it to crush the poor, stupid girl's working mouth harder against her needy, aching cunt as her five inch stiletto heel dug cruelly into the little skanks flesh like a spur. On the screen before her were images of something... of someone impossible and she wanted him, wanted to own him and make him her property!

Sierra had listened to the report Tamara delivered upon returning to her high-rise headquarters and if she wasn't so confident that Tamara couldn't lie to her - not while in her direct presence and under the complete thrall of her ****, bewitching exquisiteness - she would have thought it some cum-starved delusion. But no, her squad-mates had confirmed the all the dirty details and now the camera footage had proved it. Now she had four of her crystal displays lit up with still images of the naked, herculean figure fighting on his front lawn from different angles and perspectives while the fifth replayed the fight from that dumb musclehead Harper's bodycam on repeat.

She snaked her long, carefully manicured fingers into her pussy-****'s bright orange curls and gripped her hard, grinding and smearing her pussy down into the silly slut's face as she writhed in her huge, plush leather seat and watched the footage play out again. God but he threw the powerful blonde around as though she were a blowup fuckdoll! Anna moaned and whimpered delightfully into her gushing twat as the witless tart struggled to breath, trapped fast between her Mistresses long, firm clenching thighs.

Sierra had to have him! Her eyes zeroed in on the ultra-high definition display for that quick moment when his massive, jutting erection flashed briefly across the screen. It was perfect; as large as her own forearm, rigid and flawless. It glistened wetly and looked angry, a real battle boner that looked almost furious as He had when the blonde Mammazon had broken away from his indomitable grasp and fled like a coward. Harper, that useless Mammazon imbecile, was now confined to her quarters down on the tenth floor because she had been a shaking, silently sobbing mess all throughout the debriefing. The brainless brute wouldn't stop blubbering and mumbling to herself until Sierra had finally ordered her away.

Him... this Tom, Sierra had seen to it that his younger sisters and his toy schoolgirl were questioned and then locked away, they would be her bait. She slightly eased up on Anna to lean forward and flick idly through her many video feeds until she came to the live stream of the three young woman sitting on spare cots in one of her detention cells. There was no sound for her to hear but they looked docile enough, sitting and talking to one another. They would be the lure that hooked her prize stud, bringing him into her superbly outstretched arms and inevitably... into his prison stall deep below the building.

She would build him a special private pen of his own, separate from her other lesser, piggies. She would strap the cum-tube on him herself - though it would have to be a custom job judging by his enormity - then whisper hot, sweet, filthy words into his manly ear until he filled it full. And how he would fill it, this Tom, her Tom! She was grinding her steaming little cunt hard into Anna's dripping wet face again now as she pictured it; that glorious, perfect cock gushing great buckets of precious cum for her exclusive consumption, hers alone and none other.

She would visit him daily. Groom him like a pony while he was trapped there on his hands and knees before her, she might even hand-feed him small treats as she crooned to him... all once she had enslaved him to her will, once she owned Him.

...and he would come to her. It was written in every line of his body as she watched the fight footage again. The blazing fury with which he fought just screamed of a man who would climb whole mountain ranges just to reclaim the smallest quotient of what was taken from him. Even now her freshly chastised Mammazons were securing the building, she had locked down the complex and her general staff then opened the armory to her warriors. All four of her strike squads were awake, fully equipped and on high alert despite the pre-dawn hour. All under the direction of her newly motivated, chief enforcer Tamara Wight.

She had given them one simple instruction and drilled it into their combined skulls with all the power her bright, radiant, blinding beauty had afforded her:

Capture him alive by any means necessary...

Any. Means. Necessary.

Alive.

Then, as if on cue, the lights and her displays went black.

"The power's been cut, this is it! Stay on your toes, Ladies!" Tamara yelled into her shoulder radio from the upper atrium overlooking the large, open lobby floor of Albion Aromatics. Practiced return chatter crackled back down the line as she flicked on the torch affixed beneath the barrel of her M79 40mm Grenade Launcher which she hefted it into the ready position. It butted against her shoulder and she tensed up, looking down at the only way in or out the building.

Nothing.

Nothing was happening and Tamara knew the back-up generators would be kicking in any moment now. Her Mistress Sierra was one scary bitch but she'd say this much for her, she was one very well prepared scary bitch. She learnt quickly from other peoples mistakes and despised all forms of weakness so after they had seized the building from it's previous owner Sierra had ordered it made into her own personal fortress. To protect herself, certainly, but more importantly; to secure her precious pigs held prisoner downstairs. She didn't want to anyone to repeat her own ruthless performance or get rushed by angry mobs of female infected if her secret stables were ever discovered.

Cameras had been put up everywhere, in every room and covering all the outside approaches, powerful generators had been rolled off the back of large trucks and setup in the basement, mag-locks and fingerprint scanners were installed. Steel fire doors had been welded shut in their frames and the bottom three levels of the inner stair well had been filled in with countless tons of quick dry cement permanently sealing them away. Automated blast-doors (actual goddamn blast doors!) had been installed in key locations - and hadn't that been a bitch of a job! - all wired upstairs to Sierra Munroe's penthouse office... or her command center, as she called it.

The distant rumbling sound of the aforementioned backup generators coming to life was distantly matched by the growing roar of a fast approaching engine. The lights flickered back on just in time to illuminate the enormous cab of a pillbox red, city fire-engine jumping the curb at reckless speeds and crashing spectacularly through the four inch thick laminated glass frontage right into the lobby. Tamara just stared wide eyed as massive municipal vehicle plowed madly through the service desk, reducing the polished oak timber to kindling before smashing to a halt against a huge marble support column, cracking it and sending a tremor through the entire building.

A cloud of concrete dust and the klaxon squeal of the building's alarm system filled the air as everything was still for a long moment, then something moved atop the roof of the smoking fire-engine. It was that same fucking redheaded psycho from earlier shaking off smashed debris as she rose to her knees. She wasn't naked this time, now she was dressed in a slutty firefighter Halloween costume complete with Metro helmet and an oxygen mask dangling loosely around her slender neck

"Hit the pumps!" She screamed over the blaring siren, her massive tits heaving in the tightly zipped black and yellow PVC crop-blazer as she seized the wide handles of the water cannon mounted upfront. Her luscious ass wiggled in a tiny pair of matching black PVC hot-pants with a broad yellow belt banding her extra small waist as she worked. She looked so incongruous with the present circumstances that Tamara was briefly stunned but rallied fast.

"Deploy the gas!" She yelled to beta squad hiding on the ground floor then over to the last alpha squad member standing at the atrium railing with her, "Baton rounds are live!"

"Bring it you crusty, dried up Bitches!" Cackled the insane stripper as four tumbling steel canisters bounced off the truck. They bounced, rolled then began hissing out great clouds of tear gas in the center of the large open space effectively reducing target visibility.

Three tall Mammazons in gas masks extended their telescopic batons and rushed the vehicle while the fourth squad member stalked forward and trained a readied net cannon on the scene. Just then a high pressure blast of water burst from within the toxic fog and struck the closest, sprinting Mammazon square in the chest. It blew her clean off her feet, sending her sprawling amid the broken glass on the wet marble flooring.

The firefighter lunatic had her mask on now and was cutting the air with the powerful torrent of water, swiveling and twisting to bring it to bear on the attacking offenders, knocking them back and dispersing the gas at the same time. Then the doors of the truck cab were kicked open and three lithe, athletic XXX-girls leapt out dressed in super skimpy, highschool cheerleader outfits that bared far more supple young flesh than they concealed and sported brightly colored oxygen masks on their pretty faces. All their hair was up in matching pig tails, they were armed too; with large wooden baseball bats and... was that a fucking t-shirt cannon?!

...but the real showstopper was the hulking figure dressed in fifty pounds of true-to-life, authentic firefighting gear stepping down from the drivers side. Decked head to toe in the traditional black rubberized suit complete with red composite helmet, breathing mask, oxygen tank and a huge, bright red fire axe held in a large, gloved hand he looked far more than a little intimidating.... Tamara could feel the fear mounting in her at the notion of facing Him for the second time in less than a few hours.

"Open fire!" She screamed, her ears rang from the constant wail of the siren and she just wished someone would turn that god forsaken racket off already.

Gunfire erupted from the atrium as she and her sole remaining Alpha squad-mate Lindsay prepared to rain non-lethal hell on these mental bitches and their formidable uber-male master. Her first rocket propelled rubber grenade smashed in the trucks windshield, spidering the glass there and she swore as she broke opened the breech to eject the smoking spent shell and reload, her hands were shaking. Plastic bullets filled the air as Lindsay fired her shotgun, racked it and fired again as fast as she could, aiming at the towering firefighter standing out tall like a beacon amid the chaos and carnage.

The gun might as well have been a pea shooter for all the effect it had on him. The infernal Firefighter turned and pointed with the axe at the escalators leading up to them and the recessed corridor to the elevator banks where gamma squad squad waited in defence. Two of the cheerleaders where trading blows with the baton wielding Mammazons now, while the one with the air cannon fired something the third. A damn football?

Had these crazy motherfuckers raided a novelty store for costumes and equipment on their way to a rescue mission? Tamara would have felt insulted if her girls weren't currently getting their proverbial shit handed to them. The mad redhead was laughing from behind her mask and focusing the full might of the water blaster on the Mammazon with the net cannon, plastering her up against the wall with crushing ****. The baseball bat sluggers were giving her girls a rough time too, they may not have been Mammazon strong but shit they were quick and they fought dirty.

The cheerleader with pink hair had just ducked under Beta Squads swing, her bare ass flashing as her tiny, pleated skirts flew up and she cracked her bat in the exposed Mammazons shin making her cry out. The darker haired cheerleader seemed to prefer going for knees and elbow joints, taking her enemy apart a piece at a time as she floated and spun around her frustrated, panting opponent, long limbs flashing with each strike. T-shirt cannon girl was reloading with a small basketball now and her Mammazon foe, who was hiding behind a large couch, looked pretty beat up as a couple of mini footballs rolled about her feet.

This was ridiculous and now that impressively large fireman was charging the escalator with great thunderous steps. Fuck this...

"Delta team, get up here. We need to hold the high ground..." She spoke into her radio, just as the screaming the alarm finally quit, "Hold the escalator- what the fuck?!"

A ridiculously curvy latina maid had just ran in through the shattered glass wall in full frilly black dress and white apron uniform but wearing thick insulated workman's gloves and carrying the heaviest pair of long-handled industrial wire-cutters Tamara had ever seen, so that explained the loss of mains power. But this woman, really?

"Estella did it, Estella did it! Estella is a good girl for Master! C'mon Jody!" She sing-songed in a sweet South American accent as she rushed the hiding Mammazon behind the couch, madly swinging the heavy cutters at the shocked warrior woman.

Hot on her heels was a dead sexy nurse with wavy copper hair and equally overblown hips, butt and tits ballooning out her teensie white lycra mini dress. She skidded nimbly to a halt in four inch tall matching snow white pumps, kicking up a spray of shattered glass and water to look back through the busted glass facade then slap her huge, shaking barely-covered ass at someone behind her.

"Come and get it Big Boy!"

Oh no...

Delta squads four members had just rushed in from nearby where Tamara had been hiding them in reserve to engage the grim, charging fireman at the top of the moving stairs. Tazer darts bounced off his heavy protective gear as he swept one Mammazon's legs out from under her with an almighty swing of the axe, catching her calves with the blunted side of the head. Despite his near proximity Tamara had her Grenade launcher nervously trained out towards the street entrance.

The hulking man-monster came crashing into the lobby like a rampaging troll from a storybook. It was huge, very naked and it was feeling either very angry or very horny judging by it's twisted furious expression and it's massive jutting erection. It's beady eyes were rolling madly in it's skull as it's fat nostrils flared... then it threw back it's head and roared!

"WANT ASS!! WANT PUUUSSSY!!"

Tamara fired just as Lindsay pulled the pins on twin rubber ball grenades and tossed down into roiling melee below. The rubber RPG struck true, impacting hard into the side of the monsters face before ricocheting out into the dark behind him. That shot would have likely killed a normal man but instead this distorted creature just grunted, grabbed the side of it's head in pain then stared directly up at her with either foulest **** or hateful lust in it's bulging, red-rimmed eyes.

"FUCK PUSSY!!"

"Aaaaw shiiiiit~" Lindsay hissed and they both ducked for cover before twin explosions sent small black rubber balls flying at high velocity in all directions, the tiny missiles ping-ponged wildly off the walls, furniture and people indiscriminately. A couple of loud grunts and girlish screams of pain accompanied the patter of the bouncing projectiles.

Ejecting another spent shell and reloading Tamara stood up with the smell of burning cordite filling her nose, the scene below her was a madhouse. Blood mingled with the puddling water and broken glass everywhere. Three of Beta squad were down as the fourth rolled over the upturned couch wrestling with the curvy latina maid and a curly haired cheerleader - she of the t-shirt cannon - as they kicked, bit and clawed at the panicking Mammazon.

The pink haired cheerleader was down but alive and groaning as the pale skinned nurse with the soccerball sized tits bent over to check on her. The minuscule white nurses outfit riding up and exposing half her full, firm ass and more than a hint of lacy white panties as she did so. The remaining caramel skinned cheerleader and the nasty redhead in the tiny firefighter costume were racing up the escalator to support their looming Master who was hammering relentlessly with his heavy axe on the riot shield Delta squad was trying to hold him back with. He was leaving massive dents and gashes in the steel barrier as the powerful Mammazon behind it cried out in pain with each terrific impact.

The gargantuan monster with the huge, throbbing cock wasn't to be forgotten though as it waded through the mire of battle. It's burning, bloodshot eyes locked onto Tamara as it reached the crashed fire engine and grabbed a two foot wide truck tire in both massive meaty hands then - with a horrible, loud squeal of rending metal and bursting bolts - it tore it right off the axle.

"Oh SHIIIIT~!" Tamara screamed, echoing Lindsay's earlier sentiment as the raging beast pulled back a gigantic, burly arm and hurled it like a discus straight at them.

Ducking again as the massive projectile careened over her head, Tamara urgently called for the retreat.

Sierra squirmed in her chair, no... she writhed, she fucking thrashed and flailed!

Anna lay on the floor under the desk still and unmoving. Sierra had smothered her face with her pussy until she had stopped licking then stopped moving altogether. Still burning with aching need Sierra had ferociously kicked her limp, brainless **** away so she could desperately bury her own eager fingers deep inside herself as she watched the battle unfold over her surveillance feeds. He was here! Her Tom, her prized king stud and he dared to challenge her! Oh but she would punish him for that soon... such sweet, delicious punishment. She had three fingers inside her tight pussy now, the most she had ever managed to fit into the narrow virginal channel and she was cramming them in and out as though she wanted to get her entire hand up there... urngh!

Her troops had fallen back to the corridor leading to back the elevator bay, one single Mammazon with a riot shield staying behind to hold the line as the rest stumbled, ran and scrambled to retreat to a more defensible position. Reaching out a shaking hand she tapped at the controls to drop the first of her blast doors, closing off the corridor and allocating extra generator energy to the powerful mag-locks that locked it securely at both the floor and the ceiling.

She was sitting in a puddle of her own over-flowing girl-juices now... the uber-expensive, one-of-a-kind, bespoke leather desk chair forever ruined but she didn't care as she watched the defending Mammazon finally collapse under the onslaught of her Tom's fire axe. As she dropped Tom and his silly XXX-sluts stepped unhurriedly to one side to allow barreling mass of a second massive, monstrous male XXX-infected to roar pass them to crash into the blast door leaving a large dent the thick metal.

Thick metal that was built to withstand the concussive **** of high explosives! Oh god, Sierra trimmed at her pussy even faster as she curled her soaked, slick long fingers within herself to rub against that sweetest spot and screamed as her whole body thrashed in paroxysmal joy. Her pussy drooled for him just as her mouth did, saliva sluicing down her perfectly angular chin and into her shining wet, thrusting cleavage bulging within her sweat slick designer lace cami. She could almost smell him now! How that was even possible fourteen floors up and with specialized CDC-approved air filters installed into the closed cycle air conditioning that scrubbed her every breath clean, she did not know.

Her top-story office was her final point of defence. It as on a totally separate, completely independent air, water, power and data grid from the rest of the building. It had it's own generator and water tanks on the roof above, right beside the ultralight Mosquito XE helicopter she could use as a final escape if it ever came to that. The flow of information to her command center terminal was heavily encrypted and almost one way. Securely protected read-only data flowed up to her through countless firewalls and filters as her commands and orders flowed back down the other direction.

Her tight office outfit was soaked in sweat, her tall heels kicked off and her panties a long forgotten memory. Her blood red pencil skirt was bunched up high on her slick, slender thighs and felt too tight around her hips now. The cami spotlighting as a blouse wouldn't sit right no matter how she tugged and pulled at it. All of her transcendent elegance was burning alight with her need to have him, to have Tom, and it was driving her to reckless new heights as she hunched over her control console panting, hips humping and cumming loudly in the otherwise still and silent penthouse.

"Aliiiive~ nnnnrgmph! I want him... I want... him. Alive!"

She broadcast her mangle words out over the internal P.A. system as she redirected more power to the locks on the blast door but her prized pet had joined the overgrown beast in attacking the reinforced barrier, rending and warping the hardened steel there as her Mammazons all huddled together, cowering on the other side. A one of them was desperately hammering at the elevator call button but Sierra had locked down the lifts already.

Another typed command resulted in heavy shutters rolling down and closing the smashed glass building front, sealing everyone inside. Her Mammazons would be victorious or they would be meat. There would be no retreat, no escape as Sierra had no patience for weaklings or failures and nothing fought so desperately as a trapped animal. Still she could offer them some assistance as their ever benevolent Mistress...

Just as the the blast door was about to be dragged free of it's mounting she fired off a **** command. Deep in the bowels of her headquarters industrial pumps spun to life and liquid gurgled through pipelines as gallons of the pharmaceutical **** known as Carfentanil was sprayed invisibly and orodlessly to the Lobby's air supply system, pouring out through the vents and filling the large enclosed space. Her warriors should all be safely masked up but the grotesque creature wasn't.

She shuddered deliciously, loose starlight hair plastered across her sweaty brow and rosy cheeks as she watched the monster stagger and stumble back. Behind him the maid and the nurse dropped like stones as did one of her Mammazons whose mask had been lost in the fighting. She waited for the mutated beast to succumb to narcotic-induced sedation, crashing like a falling oak through a glass coffee table then going still, before cutting off the flow of her knock-out gas and begin cycling clean air again. That was a very large dog out of the fight, one of her targets caught by her to be added to her livestock collection... but not the true prize.

Her Tom was down to three sluts supporting him now; the two cheerleaders and the maniac redhead from the **** footage earlier. Sierra had nine fully armed and trained Mammazons remaining and that had to be enough, she couldn't wait any longer. She desperately needed to capture him, her Tom!

"For fucks sake just- nnnmph!- dogpile him, you useless pack of mongrel bitches!" she howled through the P.A. then cut the power to the mag-locks on the blast door. It had taken four incredibly strong Mammazons with lifting gear the wrestle with and install the thing, it took her Tom a moment to tear it clean out of it's housing and send it crashing off to one side, cracking the smooth marble flooring with the booming weight of the impact.

Then Tamara and her girls were on him, rushing at him with the weight of their superior numbers behind them. Tom had dropped the axe to shift the door, his fiery haired lunatic swung it now as the lead Mammazon Tamara dived under the blow to connect with Tom in a flying tackle, he staggered back under her considerable weight and **** but didn't fall. One of the cheerleaders started to beat at her back and shoulders with her baseball bat but Tamara clung fast with her arms clasped tight around his broad waist, her head ducked low into her vast smooshed cleavage for protection.

Two more Mammazons leapt for him as he spun trying to dislodge Tamara, one got an axe haft in the gut for her troubles but the other landed firmly on his side, wrapping arms and legs around his body, clinging like a leech she trapped his arm and tried to get him into a **** hold with her interlocked forearms.

Then they were all on him, mindlessly rushing past his skimpily costumed companions, taking the blows that they could and falling to those that they couldn't. Four went down but that still left two more to leap onto him, dog-piling him just as Sierra had instructed. He finally collapsed under their combined weight - it had to be over 800 pounds! Sierra groaned in soulful desire - his fireman's helmet tumbled across the cold stone floor, strong hands pulled at firefighters gear and outfit, fit strong bodies clung to him as the three remaining XXX-sluts tried to drag him free off of them.

Sierra was on her feet, leaned over the desk with both her cum dripping hands buried deep in her crotch, sex-soaked fingers blurred across her sodden snatch as hot, liquid love splashed liberally down her legs and puddled on the pristine marble floor between her stocking-clad feet. Her blotchy beautiful face was all but pressed up against the crystal display, her hot panting breath fogging the screen. Her moment was here and she felt her penultimate climax boil up inside her like highly pressurized magma ready to explode forth with the **** of the erupting Mount Saint Helen's. Soon, so soon! Only once her victory was finally assured and her control was incontrovertibly complete would Sierra have the greatest cum of her life!

Wait, but something was wrong... the fighting had suddenly ceased and the Mammazon's were all climbing off of her prize and looking about in confusion. Getting to her feet was not Tom but the biggest Mammazon Sierra had ever seen, a stunning, statuesque Asian with long midnight hair now flowing freely over the shoulders and down the back of the fireman's jacket she wore... Sierra's cum addled mind faltered as the name came to her...

Annemie?! When had she grown so big? ...and how dare she play her precious Mistress like this??

Her imminent final explosive climax fell away faster than it had built as the blood drained from Sierra Munroe's face, going from hotly flushed to ghostly pale in the space of a few faltering heartbeats. Her shaky hands slowly came up to grab the sides of the screen in disbelief, smearing her juices along the edges while her knuckles whitened as her grip tightened. What had happened, where was he?! Cold denial was fast giving way to a furious rage as she prepared to rip the display monitor from it's mounting and fling it across the penthouse office when a voice, smoother and richer than the finest Belgian hot chocolate spoke up from behind her making her shiver.

"That was quite the show. Did you enjoy our little diversion, Miss Munroe?"