Stepping back for a view from the other side...

Tom adjusted the bulky pack on his back and tightened the straps around his shoulders and middle until it felt comfortably secure. The night air felt good on his face and he hadn't realised just how warm his home had become with so many active bodies in such close proximity. Up here on the city rooftop the breeze was refreshing, invigorating even and that was good because he had a lot to do.

Beside him Ms Summers let out a muffled grunt of effort as she spun then released the heavily weighted grapnel line, sending the fabric-shrouded hook out in an incredibly long high arc, sailing smoothly through the pre-dawn air. The target was three stories above their heads and a full quarter city block away, it was an impossible shot. Or at least it should have been for anyone short of an Olympic gold-medalist.

Simone Summers; Gym teacher, former gymnastics star, track and field competitor and all-around gorgeous bad-ass had surpassed the dizzying peaks of Olympic athleticism and become something downright stratospheric. The changes wrought in her by Tom's cum and Pamela's milk had made her nearly superhuman in strength and grace, near supernatural in beauty and sensuality. Which was all for the best, Tom deserved "Super" and she was his glowing Venus...

"Nice throw Simone dear," Pamela said from beside him, her arms looped through one of his own as she warmly snuggled into his side "Now let's secure and test the line, the others will be in position shortly."

If Simone was his Venus then Pamela was the blazing summer sun. They had all dressed for action and Pamela Hopes's interpretation of this meant a merely four inch tall, knife heeled, thigh hugging pair of sable leather boots and an inky black vinyl cat suit that wouldn't - couldn't zip all the way up her front. The open zipper exposed her industrial strength dark frill-lace lingerie that supported her massive, creamy melons and an expanse of smooth, polished skin all the way down to her tiny navel. Midnight silk elbow length gloves glittered with black rhinestones like stars in the night sky above as she minutely adjusted the tight fabric then beamed up at him with that smile that broadcast nothing but purest trust, unwavering love and supreme confidence in him with all the strength of concert loudspeakers as her long loose chestnut tresses framed her angelic face like an artists masterpiece, all crafted solely for Tom's pleasure.

That was her battle getup and despite it Tom had no doubt she could fight entire wars in it if she so desired, she was a Goddess after-all, his Goddess.

"Line secured. Double check your harnesses and latch your carabiners onto the cord. The show should be ready to start any minute now."

Simone's tone was all business as she bent down to retrieve her own pack of gear. She had chosen to dress for more functionality than his GoddessSlave Pamela but only by a fraction. Low cut, skintight leather biker pants made love to her thick, firm hips and full, rounded ass when she leaned over like that, the top of her whaleback thong peaking out the top. Tom's admired the sight briefly before she stood and faced them. She shrugged into the bags straps and fastened the clasp up under her own prodigious, bulging cleavage. She had chosen tight mini-halter top that left a lot of her tanned belly and hourglass waist exposed with tasseled, tall heeled ankle boots to finish her look, all in raven shades of black.

They were about to make a two hundred and fifty foot rope climb at a steep thirty degree angle with weighty packs on and no assistance beyond their own peak physical endurance. They needed to do it in under forty five seconds, no less if they were going to make this plan work. For his part Tom had dressed in simple black slacks, a black cotton shirt and sweater plus some black running shoes. Even so, his girls had all gushed about how well he wore the simple outfit and that was fine.

He tugged at the climbers harness wrapped around his sturdy waist, nodded with satisfaction before clipping his support line to the tether and stepped up onto the side wall of the rooftop to look down and wait.

They were eleven stories up on the roof of an empty office building, the next tallest building in the area besides their target and the only structure close enough to facilitate their plan. It was the type of short sky-rise that nearly always had a 'Space to Let' sign out front since the epidemic had wiped out so many non-essential businesses. For why would a XXX-infected, cum starved babe waste her daylight hours pushing paper and making phone calls when she could be out hunting for her next hot, sticky fix? It was a real problem but one to consider for another day. Over the rooftop of another smaller commercial building and across four lanes of downtown asphalt lay Albion Aromatics, the holding location of his taken family and the fortress of his nemesis...

Sierra Munroe.

It sounded like a stripper's stage name to Tom but ultimately that was of little consequence. When he had left his girls to make their preparations, he taken the captured Asian Mammazon Annemie into the kitchen and pumped her for information. It hadn't even been difficult, the large woman had looked crushed, utterly defeated. Trapped there between his GoddessSlave's hypnotic, glowing jade eyes and the very wet, powerfully potent presence of his hugely exposed manhood, she had nearly fallen over herself to tell them all she knew.

She had told him of Sierra Munroe, her plans and her pig pens as she knelt, her straining tongue lapped at the air inches away from his rocky, cum-dripping member as though trying to taste him. She had outlined the buildings layout and defense's as Ms Hope firmly held her back by her silky dark hair from eagerly licking his thick spend up from the kitchen tiles. She had spilled through begging lips the Strike Squads armament capabilities and likely dispositions as he gazed down at her, melting the mighty warrior woman into a puddle with his intensity and sheer, overwhelming machismo. She had even told him what little she knew of Miss Munroe's (no longer naming her Mistress in His presence) secured penthouse command center as she shuddered and wailed for his blessed spunk on floor between Pamela and Himself.

Then he had given it to her, if for no other reason than that he was curious what effect it would have on a Mammazon strain XXX-infected.

Tom had slowly stroked himself while drinking in his PamelaGoddess's **** beauty, she had knelt there before him with the captive, holding and presenting her up to him like a prize. He admired Pamela's sumptuous dark chocolate locks that cascaded long down her shoulders and back like a living waterfall. He let himself fall into her celestial countenance, so perfectly proportioned and symmetrical with that pert nose, full plush lips that always seemed to glisten so wetly for him, her artfully manicured brows but most of all; her bright, enchanting gold-flecked jade eyes. They did glow in truth, they glowed with love for him, in service to him, promising him all that was the divine Pamela Hope was Tom's to command and do with as he wished. It was powerfully intoxicating...

"Do it my Tom, my Love. Make her yours, give me another daughter so we might further please you. Please my Lord..."

With a soft grunt he had erupted and bathed the Asian Mammazon in great blasts of his ever-flowing ejaculate, firing dense long ropes of his royal cum upon her upraised supplicant face. Pamela had knelt behind her there, holding the Mammazon's arms chicken-winged behind her back so she could not reach for him. His GoddessSlave had quivered in a small but rapturous climaxes, smiling beatifically up at him, cumming prettily as he exploded over his newest LoveSlave. No, Annemie was still just his captive until he finished tying her inextricably to him with truest sign of his eternal masculinity, his GodSeed.

He had stared at Pamela marveling at her flawless, shining complexion, her enormous, creamy breasts, her smooth long limbs as he painted the other woman's face and mouth in great volleys of it. Long eruptions of his pearly white cum filled her until it bubbled from between her gurgling, over-stuffed cheeks and long sticky lines of it had drooped from her strong chin into her bountiful bosom. It soaking into the massive sports bra there and giving the dark lycra a shiny, wet sheen. He had further blasted her slender neck, high collarbones and heavy, fleshy tits with even more of it until it dribbled off the her peaks of her tight, protuberant nipples that tented that sheer fabric which struggled heroically to contain them.

He had basted her from crown to prominent hips in his spectacular, hot God-Juices until her eyes had whited out and her head had fallen back with a long cum-gargled groan of soulful ecstasy. Then, shuddering deliciously in pleasure, Pamela had leaned over her and kissed the tall Mammazon's glistening lips to drink of her Master, her One-and-Only. After a long sucking moment she finally pulled away with a happy sigh to replace her own perfect forever-kissable lips with a large proffered, milk leaking nipple.

"Here, drink of me, Daughter and become one of His."

That was all it took, the Mammazon had drank deeply of his PamelaGoddess and then they had stood back, his arm encircling her trim little waist, a broad hand latched possessively onto her luscious MILF ass as she began to dutifully stroke his slick steely magnificence again and watched the trembling woman. Annemie had mewled happily on her shaky knees, obviously cumming as she rubbed his man-cream into her skin like lotion and began to rapidly transform.

"Oh My, Tom my King, but she's growing rather quickly. She'll soon be as tall as you if this keeps up."

"Perfect." Had been his singular reply.

"I think I just saw Dr Turner and his girls move into position down the road by the main Transformer Station, It shouldn't be too long now."

Simone's soft voice snapped Tom back to the present. Looking down the eleven story drop to the night darkened streets below he searched for the rest of his women. They should have been in position already but yet no concern was kindled in his noble breast. He had told them their part in the plan and knew that they would move heaven and earth to make his words a reality. They would be there when it was time.

He had laid out his scheme to them shortly after finishing with Annemie. Really, he was a mite concerned that he may have over-done it with the large statuesque warrior woman. Her nomad blue eyes had been wide and burned bright with fanatic fire when he had spoken to his XXX-girls and she had kept whispering some manner of mantra under her breath as she had stared fixedly at him, nodding eagerly along to each step he outlined as he had laid the plan out.

"Master's Will, Master's Word, Master's Blessing. Master's Will, Master's Word...."

Over and over in that prim, clipped posh accent until Tania had slapped her hard upside the skull and told her to "Shut the fuck up and pay attention." Whatever Sierra Munroe had done to the poor Mammazon had seriously screwed with her head and now all that insane intensity had refocused solely on Him.

Well, he trusted his fiery Valkyrie to keep the poor giantess in line and on task, for that was what she had become. Just a few inches shorter than Tom's seven feet in height, the Mammazon had grown into a one-woman brick-house of lean feminine strength and gorgeously body-sculpted muscle. An arresting picture of peak womanly physic that would have graced the cover of a fitness magazine and sold a million copies on her exotic appearance alone. She and Tania would be like two peas in a pod in no time...

"Jesus but Dr Turner's blood must be up, just look at that monster go! Nurse Temple is doing a really good job of kiting him..." Simone murmured staring down the street towards the electrical station.

"Kiting, Dear?" Pamela asked with a curious little raise of an exquisite brow.

"It's a gaming term the kids at school use, it means running him around in circles...."

Oh yes, Tom considered, there had been that little hiccup when the XXX-Bimbos meant to draw out Dr Turner's Beast had arrived.

The sexy, hugely curvy maid Estella Paulo - once Mr Paulo; the school's janitor and maintenance man - and the excessively busty copper-haired school nurse had both caught a single whiff of the thick musky miasma in his sex-soaked living room and gone a little nuts. Tom had been trying to hang back, happily letting Ms Summers and Dr Turner deal with the women sans his inevitably interfering presence. But the tall, skinny, massively-titted nurse in her ridiculous tiny white parody of a nurses costume had rapidly started hyperventilating while the over-sexed Latina maid had immediately dropped to her stickinged knees - her short white, lacy petticoats flaring up behind her to reveal the tight curve of her tanned bubble butt - and begun to ravenously lick the seed-sodden carpet as though to tongue-bathe it clean of his lordly juices.

He had slipped back into the kitchen with his PamelaGoddess, out of sight as the overly voluptuous maid had started to call for her new Master. The over-excited school nurse had to be restrained by all three of his uber-fit, teen cheerleader XXX-girls before she could run wild in a frantic search for him. That was when he had slipped out the back, his girls had their instructions and knew what roles they were expected to play. Just as he had his own and they all had a few stops to make before commencing their **** to rescue of his two sisters and his precious BabyGirl Holly.

The deep growl on a heavy vehicle's engine reached up to him from the dark street below. Tom nodded as he spotted exactly what they had been waiting for. The Metro Fire and Rescue Service vehicle was large, long and bright red as it rumbled into view through an intersection several blocks back from his position. It's lights were off as it rolled heavily to a stop, it's front end pointed down the long, wide stretch of empty inner-city tarmac that ended at the T junction right in front of Albion Aromatics.

That part had been a lucky break, it was like a broad stretch of runway for the enormous firetruck to gather speed down only needing the slightest course correction at the end to drive straight through the thick bullet-proof glass facade of their enemy's stronghold. Tom could see a lone figure perched atop the trucks roof, kneeling with long, bare thighs splayed wide, scarlet hair flowing loose behind her and gripping the twin handles of the top-mounted water cannon. His ferocious TaniaSlave looked as though she was ready to ride the worlds largest Harley into hell itself.

The tight little firefighter costume she wore came as a surprise but might have explained the slight delay in their arrival and Tom grinned with possessive pride at the fierce little beauty. She was unwavering in her devotion to him and was visibly excited at the prospect of dolling out righteous **** on his behalf as she squirmed in over-eager anticipation atop the engine cab. Then there had come a loud, deep thumping sound and the the lights in Sierra Munroe's Head Quarters and the entire city block around it went out.

"It's go time."

Three simple words and the world around him exploded into action. The fire engine below burnt tire rubber and lurched forward as the fanatical Mammazon behind the wheel floored the gas. Tom didn't get to hear his fearsome Valkyrie's nearly orgasmic cry of excitement as she held on tight, leaned back and let the wing blow her ruby mane of hair out behind her like a rippling shining cape. He had to move fast, forty five seconds to climb two hundred and fifty feet of black nylon cordage at a steep upward angle or they were done.

Simone Summers was already on the line, dangling beneath it by her powerful arms and legs, pulling her way up in a remarkable show of athleticism. Despite her size, prodigious womanly assets and the heavy pack on her back she was climbing as quick and nimbly as a squirrel. Eating up the distance at a running pace. Her big sculpted ass rolled and stretched the shiny black leather of her spray-on pants in a most distracting way.

"Go, Go, Go..."

Pamela was right behind her, those ridiculous tall boot-heels clicking together as she crossed her ankles over the taut line. Tom gave her superb butt a crisp slap to get her moving and she squealed in delight before chasing Simone up the tether with almost as much superhuman dexterity. It shouldn't have been possible in that skin-tight little cat-suit and long elbow gloves but she kept up the pace, though Tom was glad he hadn't laden her down with a heavy pack like Simone and himself.

Finally he was up, swinging out into the empty air high above the drowsy city streets below. The heavy bag pulled on his shoulders like an anchor and the drop beneath should have been dizzying but Tom just bunched his knees and pulled hand after mighty hand up the creaking rope line occasionally craning his head back to check on his women and track his remaining distance. Forty five seconds was no time at all for a task this big but they were going to do it anyway.

Twenty seconds in and he had caught up to his PamelaGoddess, his clutching hands almost coming down on her booted ankles and her full swaying backside brushed the crown of his head. He could smell her moistening pussy from this close up, she was getting excited and now her excitement was stoking the fires burning within him too. A blazing lust for his golden Goddess mixed with the vengeful passion he had been nursing in his roiling gut, Tom wanted her so very badly in that moment.

"I am going to fuck you blind once we get our family back." He growled up at her "I am going to bend you over the bodies of anyone who dares stand in my way and fuck a baby right into your gorgeous belly. Now move that magnificent ass or I'll fuck that too!"

He could hear Pamela panting as she squirmed faster up the line and didn't know if it was in exertion or desire, he didn't care. His thick arms were pumping like pneumatic pistons, moving hand over hand and eating up the distance at a reckless pace.

Only ten seconds left but they were closing on the buildings rooftop fast...

Simone got there first, grabbing the brick ledge and vaulting over it like the trained gymnast she was. Pamela was close behind and Tom spared a hand to push her up by a vinyl-clad ass-cheek as Ms Summers turned to pull her onto more secure footing by an arm. Finally Tom was there, both women extending long arms to grab at him and his heavy clanking backpack and help him roll over the wall onto the rooftop just as the power flickered back on throughout the building below.

They had made it!

He had barely got his feet back under him when Pamela smashed bodily into him, crushing her hot, hungry lips to his, her spectacular, bulging tits squeezing hard into his chest as she snaked long elegant arms around his neck to pull herself even tighter against him. She smelled of soft sweat and rearing excitement, her moist pink tongue lashing his own before she finally pulled away with a breathy gasp, her shining jade eyes glowing brightly.

"Tom my Love, My King... Did you mean it?!"

Before he could answer the pre-dawn silence was shattered by the sound of a massive crash and the builder shuddered beneath all three of them. It was one hell of a reality check and Tom gave her a quick firm nod before he dropped to one knee, tore open his pack and began assembling the mini oxy-acetylene kit he had carried all the way up the onerous climb.

It would make quick, quiet work of the steel roof access door.