Chapter Three:

In the cave complex that had been the base for Shari and Tonya, the silence was after many long hours broken by the sounds of grunting and swearing. Tonya had finally woke from her drug induced state and found herself heavily bound. Initially her thoughts were that this was another of Shari’s jokes and she didn’t like it. Straining against the ropes and calling for Shari to come and untie her, she got no response and after a few such attempts she stopped and listened and realized the silence was almost complete. No sounds of Shari moving about, none of the usual moans from the prisoners that are normally heard in the background, zip, zilch, nada. She realized something may be very wrong and redoubled her efforts to free herself. It took over an hour of hard work but she managed to loosen a couple ropes enough to finally work them loose and off, and the rest came quickly enough after that before she stood up, her own fighting senses shifting in to high gear. Cautiously stalking out of the meal area, she entered the main chamber and saw the lifeless bodies still hanging but no sign of Shari. Then she saw the cell doors, every one of them open and she knew something had gone very wrong. A quick check of the cells showed the prisoners either gone or dead, a follow up to the two secure rooms found them sealed, and after she opened them and made sure everything was alright there, resealed them and checked the sub cove.
Her breath went out in anger when she saw the sub was gone. Knowing it took at least two to operate the sub, it didn’t take much to figure out that somehow Shari had let one or more of the prisoners out, probably to play with as she liked to do, and this time she lost the fight. Her own instincts told her it had to be the new prisoner who had knocked her out, and for which she had punished Shari afterwards. She was certain Shari had gone after her to teach her a lesson and probably lost in turn, just as she had lost the first time.
Shaking her head half in disgust, Tonya went to the one sealed room that housed their communication center and switched on some equipment. One was a tracker that could home in on the sub’s location and she saw it on the map display that it was somewhere on the mainland coast.
That essentially confirmed her thoughts that Shari was either dead or a prisoner now. With the sub essentially lost to her, and herself stranded for now on this isle, Tonya absent mindedly chewed on her lip as she realized what she had to do next. Unhappy and half expecting the consequences, she reached for the microphone and after changing frequencies on the radio put a call out for help from the local hive that was her HQ which she knew was over on the former Cuban isle. Half an hour later, she turned the radio off and looking both angry and thoughtful. The HQ was sending a sub and a ship over to replace the one that “she had lost” and she didn’t like how she was blamed for that, as well as a team of twelve to be led by Sarah Five. Their orders were to help Tonya raid the mainland, recover the first sub, find the ones responsible for this, and retake them prisoner to be then shipped back to their HQ for them to deal with directly.
Tonya was all for most of the orders, she was after all conditioned to obey anything from high command, ‘but first’ she thought to herself, ‘she and this Carla person had some personal matters to take care of.’ Then she allowed herself a wolfish little grin as she considered the fact that Judy was with the escaped prisoners. The woman was a good fighter, but she had also been brainwashed by Tonya while there as their prisoner in to thinking she wanted to escape but in reality once she was free she would become a mole and work to sabotage everything she could, and that would also mean trying to save Shari’s big black butt, and if she succeeded and was returned here. . . . Well she would have to decide then if she wanted to slowly kill Carla first or deal with Shari and kill her instead first. With HQ mad at her and blaming her for losing everything, she planned to make Shari pay the ultimate price if possible for her role in this massive screw-up.
For Carla, the sleep on the deck of the sailing ship was both deep and all to short for her taste before she found herself being woken up by a crew hand who pointed out in the late day sunlight the approach of the isle from which she and the others had escaped. Already they were about five miles from the shore and she could see the village, and partially sunken ship, There would be by her reckoning perhaps two and a half to three hours of good sunlight left before it set and night overtook the lands, and her huntress instincts told her the isle ahead would not be a good place to be at night.
It took several more minutes for the ship to alter course enough to bring them in near the half rotted dock allowing the fighting team to get off and walked ashore. Carla got down to business and broke the team up in to four groups.
Five of them would come with her to pick up Tonya and bring her back to the ship’s brig, and then once the other groups were done and the cave complex considered safe and secure, they’d move the ship close to the sub entry to bring out and load the bodies inside to be brought home. Five more were assigned to check the sunken ship, another five to check the ruined village, both to determine what happened to them and why they ended up as they were. The final five she sent back aboard to help guard the ship, just in case there were more of those super powered women about. With their sub gone, Carla realized the ship would be a prize they may well want to try and take in turn. The orders given, the parties split up, all going their separate ways to do their assigned tasks.
Carla’s group set off down the beach at a wolf’s loping pace meant to get them there in about a half hour’s time, the three miles or so quickly covered without tiring them out too much. The rest of the group following the pace easily enough, and the distance steadily closed until they started to approach the entry in the rocks that came down to the waters edge and actually extended out a good hundred feet or so. Once out near the end of the rocks, the team took to the waters and swam around to the front and in to the opening that led to the sub docking area within.
Little did they know or realize, but the long stretch of rocks as well as the entry point they had just swum through were rigged with sensors to detect the presence of people out there, and their trip over the rocks had in fact tripped the alarm inside, and hearing it, Tonya quickly silenced it and flipping switches on a console was rewarded with a beachside camera view along the rocks to see Carla and her people working their way out to the end. A delighted but very unpleasant laugh came to Tonya’s lips and she said to herself, “Well, well. . .looks like I was right, that new bitch did escape and now she thinks she’s coming back for me all helpless and tied up.” She snorted then in derision. “She and those others with her are about to get a very rude reality check, and they are not going to survive it!”
Looking around, she spotted a good piece of metal pipe to be used for some plumbing work, steel, about an inch in diameter and about five feet long she picked it up and hefted it, and satisfied quickly went to the sub dock door and re-opened it, setting it about how she had seen it left when they had escaped, so as to not tip them off she was up and about, and then stepped behind it to await the ‘victims’ to fall in to her trap.
It didn’t take too long, her own hearing was quite sharp, and within a couple minutes, she could hear the sounds of the swimmers as they approached the dock, and then the quiet splashes as they hauled themselves from the waters and the faint creak of wood as they walked along the dock to the door. Letting the door swing further open and stepping back with it, she allowed the first few to take a couple steps inside before she stepped out and her presence was seen by Carla and the others. Carla started to shout a warning but for the first two it was too late, as the raised pipe swung down and around and connected, striking the one across the back of the neck and the other at the base of the skull. The sickening sounds of bones brutally snapping along with the impact sound were all too real and they both dropped, killed on the spot, never realizing what hit them.
Carla and the remaining three were frozen for a second or so as the impact struck home along with the realization that Tonya was loose and she was playing for keeps before they charged the big woman. Tonya was in her element however and in a fighting mode that she was conditioned to drop in to when facing an enemy, and her actions were similarly quick. Carla was the next to take damage as they charged her, Tony reversing the pipe and the shorter end snapped forward and hard in to the stomach and solar plexus of Carla dropping her to her knees half gagging and retching and desperately seeking the air driven with explosive force from her. Two of the women tackled her arms, one to each trying to pin them back and make her drop the deadly pipe and were successful enough to get her to drop it, even as the third tackled her around the waist and drove her back towards the wall and away from the pipe.
They perhaps should have realized that the pipe was the lesser of the big woman’s weapons as her arms rippled with raw power and snapped forward catching the two holding her arms and slamming them together the two women’s skulls cracking in to each other with stunning force and they went limp and fell as she let go of them and they of her, and turned her attention to the final one. This one had enough sense to realize she was alone against Tonya and had let go and leapt back, even as the other two were falling and seeing Carla still struggling to rise turned and ran for the exit. She wasn’t even close to fast enough as Tonya closed behind her and caught her in a massive bearhug from behind, trapping her arms at her side and crushing the breath from her in one powerful thrust that cracked ribs and would soon have her dead if she kept the pressure up much longer.
Carla had seen it all, and realized the fight was going very bad. Two dead and three out of action within a minute and herself still fighting to recover from the low blow, she did the only thing she could and took advantage of Tonya working on the final woman to make her own sprint for the exit and slipped out, her body arching out over the waters for a speed dive meant to put distance between herself and the dock and started to swim furiously under the water for the opening at the other end of the sub launch area.
Tonya wasn’t so far gone in her battle fever to realize Carla was getting away, and she gave a final crush to the woman she had trapped meant to remove the remaining air and then dropped her. The three women were out of it enough that they would keep for the moment as her prisoner, and she charged out the door after Carla. By then Carla was already swimming furiously under the water and Tonya lost several critical seconds before she spotted her form in the water and realized she would not catch her before she reached the entry. She was not however going to let her escape that easily, and she turned and palmed the door panel to a closed state and heard the door seal. The three trapped in side, still alive would be going no where, as they didn’t have the necessary code to open the door, and then turning back to the water; she plunged in and set off in pursuit of Carla.
Up ahead, Carla was just about out of the entrance and in to the open water when she heard the sound of a splash carrying through the water from behind, instinctively without looking back, she knew it was Tonya. The others fighters other than the two she killed at first were still alive but she knew they were out of the fight nor had a chance to escape in that short a time, that left the big woman Tonya hitting the water behind her, and Carla surged to the surface as she passed the opening and gulping in a couple deep breaths of air turned towards the shore and set out at an angle towards it, adding in occasion zigs and zags to the direction in an attempt to confuse and possibly elude her pursuer. For a brief second, she considered heading for the rocks that formed the tunnel then discarded it. It was a slow travel when she and the others came out, and right now she needed speed to try and elude Tonya, that left just the water.
She was at least partially right in her course of action. Tonya came churning out of the tunnel and at once clambered up on the rocks trying to spot Carla. She was partially hampered by the setting sun that lit the waters in a ruby red glow and she could see no sign of her swimming and realized she must be going under the water to try to avoid detection. Without hesitation, Tonya went back to the water and followed the stone line towards the shore, all the while keeping an eye on the waters surface watching for the woman’s head to pop up for air. There was no sign of it however and she made it to shore and peered along the beach leading towards the village and not seeing her started to jog in that direction. Her thoughts being the woman would avoid the shore and try to swim the distance to safety thus avoiding her.
Barely fifty paces down the beach, a sudden sound from behind her made her whirl and she spotted Carla, and grinned her wicked grin. The fool woman had goofed and turned the wrong way somehow she had come ashore not closer to the abandoned village but further away and now Tonya was between her and it. The sound had been a sneeze from Carla, coming from nowhere and no time to stifle it, the sound carried to Tonya and now as Carla looked along the beach, she saw Tonya and then realized her own mistake and cursed herself silently, even as she saw Tonya start to run towards her. That was enough to get Carla in to motion as well, the water was out she decided, and moments later she turned and bolted for the nearby jungle slipping between the trees and vanishing from sight. Carla was now a lot more at home in this element, her training to get her where she was in the local militia had included jungle and forest fighting and tricks to avoid detection and set traps. Her skills had been enough to advance her to ranks of ‘Huntress’ and since then had advanced further. It was time to put that training to good use and see if she could disable and preferably render unconscious the larger woman. Carla had no doubts that Tonya would kill her if she got the chance, and she would have to slow her or stop her from a distance if possible, if it came to hand to hand fighting, such a fight may go badly against Carla, and she was not willing to give Tonya too much of a chance at that.
For the first hundred yards or so Carla moved as fast as she dared and kept her sounds almost non-existent, only her fast breath from the furious swim to shore might possibly betray her, but after that distance, and away from direct sight of the beach, she stopped, then dropping in a half crouch and checked around her using all her senses looking for Tonya. The sound of a breaking branch a fair distance away gave away the bigger woman’s position and Carla moved away and circled behind the woman and her probable direction and then rose enough to risk a better look and spotted the woman maybe 120 yards away and slowly moving herself apparently trying to pin down Carla’s location as well. With the big woman looking away, Carla shifted a bit to a large tree and making sure the woman was not looking her way, with a lithe leap up and she grabbed a large branch and quickly climbed several branches to disappear in to the upper foliage and still keep a partial eye on Tonya through the thick leafy canopy.
Her own eyes narrowed, Carla used the same evaluation skills she used when sending her own trainees out in the woods the first few times to practice ‘seek and stealth’ as she watched Tonya. It soon became clear that Tonya knew enough about hunkering down and using items to try and hide herself, much like the fighters who fought in cities of the old days did.
Keeping silent however was clearly not a tactic she learned, or if she did, was not good at it. Time and again the sharp crack of a dead stick came to Carla’s ears as her heavy feet came down on a fallen branch, the swish and crackle of her pushing through bushes rather than skirting them to not make sound was also heard.
This was a plus at least for now on Carla’s side, she could keep relative tabs on her foe while she tried to weaken and damage her enough to take her. And take her she realized, she may well have to do and alone. She knew at least two of her people possibly three if the one she saw caught in the bearhug was still alive was now trapped in the cave facility, she would have to capture her and force her to unlock the outer door. For a few seconds, she considered circling the bigger woman and getting to the village and gather the entire remaining fight team and come after her in force, that would be time consuming however and it would be fully night time by time she could make the round trip and she strongly suspected before that happened, Tonya would abandon her search for her and return to her cave lair, unable to really see her in the fast approaching darkness.
There was also a sobering thought that came to Carla that if Tonya had contact with the others who slept in those beds she saw below and she used the radio like devices she saw and sent them to the village they would find the others there and there would be a serious pitched fight there, a dozen or so of them against her fifteen still there. If they were as good as Tonya was in taking out people, it would be a lopsided victory for Tonya’s side, all of her people captured or dead and the ship taken as a prize. Nope, Carla accepted the realization that this had to be a solo capture, and hoped the passing time did not bring the others looking for her though she also suspected it would. Carla was certain in her own mind that if Tonya heard them, she would either attack like she did her group or worse retreat to the cave and seal herself in an action that would probably spell the end of the others trapped in there even as she prepared to face her and the others with weapons that they had essentially banned, but she probably had.
All this went through Carla’s head in quick succession as she continued to evaluate Tonya, and realized a couple other mistakes the bigger woman was making. Tonya’s search was almost linear, at about eye level and to either side, almost never behind her, she barely looked at the ground, and she had yet to even scan the tree tops as far as Carla could tell. That Carla knew she could exploit and would, but first she had to take the fight to Tonya and keep her outside and not return to her lair, at least not until she was badly weakened or injured and she could move in for the final takedown and capture her close to the lair and force the codes from her.
Almost as if she had been reading her mind, Tonya’s voice came from the forest ahead challenging her. “I know you can hear me! Come out and face me if you dare!” A brief pause and she followed up saying “I doubt those few I took out was all you brought with you, either you face me now or I’ll go hunting for them instead. If I find them. . . .” she didn’t finish her statement, but the implication was clear enough. Tonya was willing to go after the others thinking they were the same skill level of those she took out and make it impossible for her to escape the isle if she took out the rest of them. “Well?” came Tonya’s voice, “Which will it be? You have five seconds to decide!” Carla cursed silently, it could be bluff to draw her out and Tonya wasn’t going to head to the village. Her answer came seconds later as she heard the sounds of bushes being moved through, and realized that Tonya was making good on her threat, she was moving through the woods in the direction of the village. Again, Carla found herself wondering where the rest of Tonya’s people were, seeing she was going there alone. Could she be the only one on the isle right now? The others elsewhere? Perhaps raiding somewhere even now?
Recognizing that Tonya was forcing her hand and if she stayed silent the others in the village were apt to pay the price, Carla revealed her presence and called out to Tonya. “Back this way bitch! You want me? Try and take me if you can!” In the rapidly dwindling light, she could no longer see Tonya, but she could hear her from the sounds of her movement and realized she had turned around and was coming towards her voice. Not dropping down from her high perch, Carla called one more time when Tonya stopped moving and again the sounds of her approach was clear until she was about to pass underneath her and called a final time “Up here bitch!”
That stopped the big woman and she peered up in to the branches and spotting Carla, demanded that she come down and face her. For her part, Carla wasn’t quite ready to just drop down and right in to her clutches, and was willing to play Tonya as much as possible. “Yeah, right! You think I’m dumb enough to leave myself in the open as I come down to attack me? I’m not the dumb bimbo you think I am or did you see how quickly I took out your friend earlier in the cave!” Adding a sneer to her own voice in an attempt to goad Tonya, Carla added “You want me come up and try to catch me!” and with that she scrambled higher in to the trees.
Seconds later, Tonya grunted as she leapt for and grabbed a low branch and pulled herself up and began to climb, swearing how she was going to make Carla pay for what she did, she could see glimpses of Carla further up and climbed steadily but found herself stopping close to a hundred feet up and Carla still close to twenty feet above her when one branch groaned ominously and faint cracking sounds reached her ears. Carla had played her well, luring her to the higher and smaller branches where her lighter weight could be taken, but her heavier weight was apt to make a branch break and send her plummeting down to a possible death. “Coward!” she snarled, “Thought you could trick me in to killing myself like this! It won’t work bitch, I’ll wait you out on the ground if I have to, as you have to come down sooner or later!”
The words were sharp, and to some degree stung Carla, she considered herself to be many things, but being called a coward rankled her and ignited her own temper, a temper that many who knew her better avoided carefully. Carla never backed down from a fight and to be called coward now warred with her knowing to go down to her here and now was too dangerous. Carla’s response showed just a touch of her anger as she half growled. “I’m not afraid of you or anyone else, but I won’t let you get an unfair advantage to a fight by walking dumbly in to your reach when I can’t fight back!”
If Carla thought that was enough to slow or stop Tonya however she was wrong, within moments Tonya’s own response send a cold shiver through her. “I don’t need no advantage to take you bitch! I took you in our complex and can take you again!” Lifting her arm and pointing in one direction she continued, “There’s an open glade that way, maybe a quarter mile if that much and close to fifty yards of open land, if you think you’re so great come to me there, I’ll be there in the middle of it out in the open so you can approach me, and not be able to claim I ‘have an advantage’ other than my superior fighting skills and the ability to squash you like the pest you are.” Seconds later Tonya started down but her words were not done. “I’ll wait there for only a short while bitch, if you don’t show, then your surviving friends in the complex will pay the penalty I have planned for you!”
The threat was real, and Carla instinctively knew Tonya would do it if she didn’t show up. Carla realized she now would have to face her in the open or else slip back to the village and try to get help and to the cave complex and force it open before Tonya made good on her threat against the other survivors of her group. Possibly in desperation to throw Tonya off a bit, Carla shouted down, “I’ll be there, but I want one condition from you as well!”
From below, the movement stopped and Tonya’s voice came up to her. “You’re in no position to bargain bitch, I hold all the advantages here, but I’ll listen anyway, what’s the condition.” Hoping the condition would rattle Tonya she called down, I’ll fight you, but want to be sure of no weapons, strip off that gear of yours before you enter the glade and face me in the nude!” The pause from below lasted only a couple of long seconds then Tonya sneered. “If that’s all you want, I’ll be there just as you want me, but you better bring your dumb ass out there stripped down the same way.” And the movement below resumed and soon faded as she reached ground and started presumably to the glade she had spoken of.
‘Checkmate’ was the brief thought that flashed through Carla’s mind. Tonya did have control of the situation a lot more than Carla like to admit even to herself, she would have to find a way to regain the control during the fight and somehow use it to force Tonya in to submission and then to release the ones trapped inside. Listening carefully but uncertain Tonya was not waiting in wait just a short distance away, Carla came partially down her tree but then slipped from it to another and then a third and forth, leaping lightly from one large branch to another putting distance from the tree before finally slipping to the ground and searching intently for Tonya. Seeing and hearing none, Carla turned and started in the direction Tonya had gone.
It didn’t take too long for Carla to find Tonya’s trail and follow it, however with care and using all her senses half suspecting a trap along the way or Tonya herself waiting in hiding to sneak attack her. One thing was certain, Tonya at this point did not appear to be making any attempt to hide where she had been or was going. Broken twigs and branches on bushes gave Carla’s experienced tracking eyes an easy to follow trail as well as occasional footprints in the ground. The glade was closer than implied as Carla came upon it very quickly and to her surprise right there at the edge where Tonya had pushed out in to the open, she had indeed dumped what she was wearing and in the limited moonlight above she was stalking both agitated and angrily around near the center of the glade in the nude. Her features were well enough lit that Carla had to purse her lips in silent appreciation for her size and built, and wished she had a fighter on her team with that had Tonya’s build, and she also grimaced as she reminded herself she was about to step out and face her as well in a fight that might well be deadly.
A silent whisper of sound followed moment later as Carla undid the ties to her own gear and allowed it to slide off her to the ground leaving her in the nude as well and taking a deep breath in tense anticipation she stepped out in the open revealing herself to Tonya. It took only a couple of seconds for Tonya to spot Carla at the edge and an impatient look crossed her face and she beckoned Carla to come ahead. “Come on coward! You going to stand there like a deer at the wood’s edge and bolt in to it if I walk towards you?” She took a menacing step Carla’s way half expecting just that to happen. Carla didn’t bolt however, her own facial features by now had settled in to a scowl of her own as she whispered a quiet mantra of some kind, even as she took several steps forward and dropped in to a partial crouch and tried to circle around Tonya, not just to see if she could spot an weakness but to get a better look at the land for potential dangers to either or both of them, and possibly to use against her foe.
The ground was a bit uneven, and a couple of small boulders and a larger one also could be seen, possible use or hazards in a fight like this, she realized but had no time to make plans. Carla may have been circling Tonya but Tonya had turned to keep facing her, and also started moving straight towards her. There was barely a dozen feet between them by now, and a moments tensing was all the warning Carla had before Tonya charged her, arms rising and fists balled and swinging for her foe and Carla barely ducked the fists and got under her and delivered a hard kick to the knee of Tonya and got a grunt from her before the fists came at Carla again, this time one clipping the side of her head and rocking her in turn and she back pedaled as her world spun crazily for a moment.
Tonya however was fired up by now and wanting to get her hands on Carla real bad, she was not about to give the woman before her any kind of chance or breather and even as Carla back pedaled, she charged forward her upper body lowering and she slammed hard in to Carla and the two of them went crashing down in to the grass in a tangle of flailing arms and kicking feet as both women grappled and swung at each other seeking to some serious initial damage. Tonya’s heavier weight here was working to her advantage as she used it to pin Carla under her and rained blows to her foe’s head. Carla tried to block most of the blows and was to some degree successful, and managed to herself get her legs locked around Tonya’s in a grapevine and then grabbed at Tonya’s wrists and held them for the moment up and above her and then thrust their arms ahead over their heads essentially straightening the two of them out and locked closed together.
It was enough to briefly stop the assault of Tonya’s and Carla twisted and wrenched her body sideways using their legs holding Tonya to do the same to her and managed to roll them so she had Tonya under her and her weight no longer crushing her down. It was not a stalemate however as Tonya immediately put her powerful body to work and turned the grapevine against Carla, her longer more powerful legs spreading their combined legs apart with a wrenching force that got a hiss of pain from Carla, but her attention was focused more on the battle of their arms as Tonya despite her arms held at the wrists was now slowly but steadily pushing them up, bending Carla’s back at a painful angle and then started to force her own arms forward and at the rate she was moving, Carla would still have the wrists, but her own arms would be pinned behind her back, and Carla realized that once there, the arms could easily break free and finish closing in to a full blown bearhug. Carla had already felt the power of Tonya’s in the cave; she was not ready or willing to let it happen again, not like this.
Taking a chance, Carla went for a head butting tactic using her own forehead and targeting the bigger woman’s nose and jaw. The first blow to the nose got a nose bleed started possibly even broke the nose and got a startled yell from Tonya as she felt the sudden blood flow, she didn’t have the chance to react as the next pair of strikes went to the jaw stinging her and then partially stunning her to the point the arm movement was arrested and sensing the tactic was working Carla threw her head in to a fourth even though she was starting to get giddy herself from the impacts, the last rocked her but it stunned Tonya and for a brief few seconds, she went limp with a low groan and shaking of her head as she fought a wave of blackness.
Jerking her hands free of Tonya’s grip, Carla started to rise pushing up with her hands, and also started to get her legs untangled but Tonya seeing Carla starting to escape swung her own arms up and around her trying to drag her back down and in to the bearhug. Still thwarted at freeing her legs, Carla saw the arms rising and in an attempt to keep them from closing her hands went from the sides of Tonya up on to her chest and then directly on top of the breasts adding extra inches to her height and instinctively her fingers bent to claws and she attacked the breasts driving them in deep and painfully.
The reaction was immediate and perhaps a bit surprising as Tonya hissed not just from pain, but something else that Carla realized sounded like an erotic reaction. It might be just the opening that Carla needed and she knew a lot of sexual and erotic fighting tricks from her own years of fighting, and this might be a good time to see if they worked as well on this female bear of a woman trying to crush her. Her fingers already dug in to the breasts, Carla hooked her fingers in, seeking the proverbial ‘sweet spot’ that’s behind a woman’s areola. The very sensitive node that connects to her nerves and finding it squeezed hard on it catching it between her fingers and not showing any mercy as she saw the connection hit home and hit Tonya hard.
With a startled moan, Tonya went in to an almost instant climax, the suddenness hitting her and her whole body shook violently, any attempt to complete the bearhug lost as her arms flailed uncontrollably and her legs went in to spasms that let Carla get her own legs free. Realizing she now had a weapon to use against Tonya, Carla went to work using it as she kept the pressure up on the ‘sweet spot’ and began to twist her hands in the flesh as well adding additional sensual sensations to the mix and getting a rapid series of convulsions from Tonya in turn that after several minutes was showing signs of becoming seriously weakened and the bigger woman seemed to be slowly gaining some control over her own body, at least to the point that she was finally able to grasp Carla’s wrists and start to drag the hands from her breasts.
Realizing that this attack at least for now was over, Carla jerked her hands and arms back breaking Tonya’s grip on her wrists but also losing her claw attack and rose to her feet stepping back and away, even as she avoided a weak kick from Tonya as she lashed out with a leg trying to club her leg and bring her back down and in to range of her dangerous arms. Hoping to take advantage of Tonya’s weakened state, Carla closed using her own leg and feet she lashed out with a kick to the head meaning to stun Tonya. She had not reckoned on Tonya’s own fighting responses and she instinctively shifted her head and body the foot missing the head by several seconds, but then half rolled and half swept her arm out towards Carla’s remaining foot on the ground and catching it yanked hard bringing the woman down on top of her and the scene instantly became a churning mass of arms and legs as both women found themselves trying to gain some kind of control over each other.

The scramble became one sided however as Carla managed to break free of the hands and half twisted trying to roll away but ran in to the rising legs of Tonya, a knee slamming hard in to the side of her face stopping her for a brief second or two but it was enough as with a satisfied hiss Tonya got Carla’s head between her thighs and locked her in a vicious head scissors and jerked her flat down to the ground and began to pour on the pressure. A low moan of pain escaped from the lips of Carla and she jerked around in a desperate attempt to break free of the powerful legs. A mean chuckle cam to Tonya’s lips as she held her easily and powered the scissors in hard bursts to the woman’s head and after a few minutes of Carla’s futile attempts to break free suggested that Carla was out of options. “You made the wrong choice when you came after me bitch! You are going to beg and plead for death before I’m done with you!” Carla heard the taunt, knew that Tonya meant it and that she planned to kill her slowly and painfully, and despite weakening under the onslaught, her spirit was no where yet broken. “In your dreams bitch!” Carla hissed through her pain, “You’ll never break my spirit! You don’t have what it takes to break it!”
Tonya’s response was an increase in the pressure to the skull locked between her legs and enjoyed every moan and attempt to break the grip she had on Carla, even as the attempts slowly grew weaker and weaker. Carla was close to passing out and from there slipping in to death, and could do nothing. Without warning, the pressure suddenly vanished however, the sudden release almost enough to make Carla pass out in turn and she saw through blurred vision Tonya rising to her feet. The though came to mind that somehow the others had come looking for her and Tonya had let go of her to deal with them.
It wasn’t the case however as she drew a couple deep breaths in and her vision cleared, Tonya was just standing there and looking at her, not elsewhere. No voices she heard and she realized that Tonya had deliberately released her from her deadly grip and was now getting ready to toy with her before she did finish her off. For her part Tonya seeing Carla realize where she was gestured almost impatiently. “Get up bitch! Get up and face me like you thought you could, face me and die slowly at my hands!” Slowly Carla pushed herself to hands and knees and then half staggered to her feet, her head still pounding as she tried to shake the cobwebs free of her head.
Certain she had full control of the situation Tonya’s own cockiness had returned and she was not above taunting Carla. “Thought your little claw hold was going to stop me!?! It did for a bit but I’m stronger and your superior, you are nothing compared to me!” Half taunting and half daring Carla, she slowly opened her arms wide. “You know what these arms can do, I can end your life right now if I closed and locked them around you, but I won’t not yet! I want you to know how pitiful you are, I dare you to step within my grasp and put your best bearhug on me first and then I’ll trap you in kind and we’ll fight to see who screams for the final release!”
It was a mean dare, Carla suspected that even with the inside grip, assuming the woman before her even allowed it she would quickly be over powered. Trying to run for it now was also out, she was still badly weakened and half dizzy from the scissors hold, and Tonya would catch her easily and have her way with her. For that matter any kind of offense in her weakened condition seemed to be out as well as defensive action. From the back of her mind Carla tried to find some way to stall the big woman and find a way to stop her. An idea began at the very back and grew quickly shouting a possible way out, but Carla was more than half disinclined to ignore it, the idea was too wild, almost insane, but she had to reluctantly acknowledge it may be her only hope to take the big woman in her challenge, but not quite the way she had wanted it to occur. Still trying to furiously think of a better or alternative plan, Carla spread her own arms open and began to circle Tonya as if looking for a way to close with her and be sure she did get in close and with the inside grip. She was going to go for the move despite the craziness it seemed to be, and for the moment she was more stalling the actual move trying to shake the last of the cobwebs from her head and mind as well as get as much air in to her body as well, once they closed and locked up, air was likely to be a precious commodity.
Tonya for her part slowly turned as Carla started to circle her, eye eyes never leaving the woman and a smirk on her lips. She saw Carla’s actions and knew the woman was trying to store up air and was amused at her attempts. “Go on girl, breathe deeply” she taunted “Take the time you need to enjoy the air, it won’t matter in the end, you’ll still lose once I have my arms around you!” The confidence was complete; the arrogance without a doubt there, Tonya was certain she had Carla no matter what she did, and quite possibly she was right.
Carla was just about as ready as she could be, her mind was clear enough but she still had no better ideas at the moment, Breathing was back to normal and her lungs were charged and she had for the last several seconds been quietly invoking an almost silent mantra that she often used in hand to hand fighting that allowed her to tap hidden resources from within that would increase her strength and stamina.
It was time to take the fight back to Tonya and she offered a final wish to the spirits that her wild idea worked and charged at Tonya closing the gap in a matter of moments and connected with a small figurative and literal leap of faith that let her get her arms around the bigger woman with the inside grip, and at the same time her legs coiled around her waist in a tight scissors and clamped down with all the power she could muster and that was a lot for most women even under normal conditions. The legs also played a critical but brief role as they helped thrust her up a bit even as Tonya’s arms closed in around her and she got her body set right with her own larger breasts set square and flush against Tonya’s. A moment later the arms of Tonya did close with a possible finality and locked and they were committed.
Carla threw herself fully in to both the scissors and bearhug, wasting no resources for now and also put her plan in action as she deliberately twisted and pushed with her own breasts against Tonya’s smaller and flatter ones. If they had been sensitive before to the claw, and were likely even more so now from that mauling, she was hoping the erotic twisting of breast to breast would have a similar effect, distracting her, maybe even sending her in to an orgasmic state that would leave her a critical opening.
For the first few seconds, both women grunted and hissed from each other’s assault. Tonya had not realized some of the hidden natural strength that laid in Carla’s body, a tribute to her Samoan heritage; the chanted mantra she had been quietly invoking had raised it up even further and for a while at least she was as strong and possibly stronger than even Tonya, her double attack by hug and scissors had caused Tonya’s eyes to open first in surprise and then narrowed with an almost savage look as she realized that Carla was going to put up a good fight and had the strength to back it up. Few women she encountered could even come close to her strength and she looked forward to draining Carla of hers and slowly destroying her, she at least was proving a good opponent. Maybe even good enough to keep around and fight some more to keep her own fighting skills up for a while.
That look lasted for maybe another ten to fifteen seconds as they struggled there before they began to change and widen in surprise. The writhing and grinding that Carla was doing she has figured was her struggling against her own pressure and had ignored it at first but the moves were deliberate on Carla’s part for the most part, and she could see in the eyes that they were having the effect she wanted as a look came to her eyes and the timbre of her own fast breathing from the assault changed and a small moan came from the back of her throat as erotic sensations began working within her. Starting to grow a bit alarmed, Tonya ramped up the pressure even more trying to drain Carla of her breath and stop the assault that was beginning to weaken her and stop the sensations that were becoming very distracting to what she wanted to do to Carla. Despite the intense pain she was in Carla found herself with a small feral grin as she realized she was starting to take the upper hand here. The increased pressure was hurting her air wise but it was doing more crushing their breasts in even tighter where her every twist, turn and heave was more effective. It was time to try and play some mind games of her own and sparing some precious breath, she began to taunt Tonya. “What wrong girl. This woman proving too much for ‘ya? Look down at those breasts girl, watch as we crush them together and as yours sag and wilt under our combined attack. Watch as my superior breasts slowly cover them and hides them from sight, a sign that I am the superior woman and not you!”
The taunts had the desired effect, Tonya was not used to being called inferior by anyone, and she tightened down again trying to use her breasts and started to grind back in turn, her concentration drawn to the breast duel more now and not to crushing the breath from Carla and that was just what Carla wanted, she wasn’t easing up any of the attack aspects but as long as she could keep Tonya occupied on the breast duel she was able to breathe just a bit easier and her arms and legs were slowly, steadily and systematically draining the bigger woman of her own strength and stamina without drawing attention to the fact for now. Carla by now realized she had the edge here with the sexual and sensual based attacks, but Tonya’s strength was significantly greater, only by draining her of that strength could she hope to take the bigger woman.
It soon became apparent to Carla as she watched the whole matter that she was succeeding, The grinding had managed to get Tonya in to a semi-erotic daze and her continuing to taunt her about their breast fight had what attention she could still gather on the breasts as she tried to grind hers against Carla in an attempt to shut the smaller woman’s boasts up. Carla however could see the trembling in her legs and fell the trembling in the arms locked around her. Within seconds, she realized Tonya might find her knees buckling from weakness dropping them both to the ground, a move she was sure would snap the bigger woman from her dazed state and she quietly began a whispered mantra meant to draw on her reserves and funnel it in to a burst of energy and speed, she would need it.
That time was barely seconds later, closer than Carla would have liked as the legs buckled and Tonya dropped hard flat on one knee the other to a semi upright kneeling position. Carla would have preferred both knees to have dropped flat for a power play of her own, but the lopsided position gave her a new inspiration and she acted on it as fast as it came to mind, twisting hard in the grip to trigger the near climax that Tonya was in and she suddenly shuddered as the reaction hit and hard, her arms releasing the dangerous bearhug for several precious seconds and they were all Carla needed as she threw her weight toward the lopsided position and toppled them both on their sides. Speed was what Carla needed and she gave it her best shot as she let go of the bearhug she had but kept the scissors she had on and roughly rolled off enough to get Tonya flattened out and face down. Loosening the scissors just a bit, Carla half rolled and half slid up and on top of the bigger woman’s back and shifted her legs around to go from a standard scissors to a figure four scissors around the waist. It was a tight fit, almost could not lock it, but that would make it better as Carla cut down hard on the scissors exerting tremendous pressure there and snapping Tonya from her erotic daze and her upper body shot up in surprise as she tried to press up and twist to see what had happened.
It was perfect timing and positioning for Carla as she reached across and applied a crossover half nelson to her foe and jerked hard on it depriving her of the use of the one arm and collapsing Tonya back prone even as her waist and upper body were painfully torqued around. Carla was in full control for now and was ready, more than ready to finish this fight and she would do it with one of her own special sexual fighting moves. Steadily, Carla began to use her legs in a rhythmic grinding and humping motion meant to stimulate the other woman down below her locked legs playing with the flesh around the labia proving more than effective in arousing the sexual responses in her foe, but she was no where near finished with her as she poured more and more strength in to the half nelson twisting the body around even further adding a mixture of pain and pleasure to the hold and as Tonya’s head came around breathing hard as she tried to resist the sexual arousement, Carla’s one free hand looped the head and she stretched herself out closing the trap on Tonya, her breasts rising to her face and then the arm tightening as she descended to drive her face deep in to the cleavage and start to smother the bigger woman.

Trapped as she was, Tonya had only her one free hand and arm and it was in a poor position to do much, though she did try to find and claw at Carla’s face. The blinding tactic was easy enough to dodge and did not pause or ease the devastating effect of the sensual hold. Within a minute, Tonya was forced to a shuddering climax, and barely two minutes later a second and even more violent one than the first tore through the soldier’s muscular body.
Carla had complete control over her foe now; she could have put her down and out for the count, or even had killed her if she wanted to. But killing was not an option she would allow herself partially due to her beliefs, nor did she really want Tonya unresponsive, at least not yet. With that in mind even as Tonya captured under her shook on the very edge of unconsciousness, the Samoan beauty eased the smother off and stepped up the rhythmic sensuous escalation of Tonya’s nether regions and was quickly rewarded with moans from the brute once again as she found herself unable to resist the mounting erotic pressure. Carla began to methodically work the woman, determined to break her in body and spirit.
For several long minutes, she took Tonya from one extreme and back again before she paused and leaned in to whisper in the woman’s ear, “The door to your base, give me the codes to open it. . . .” Trapped as she was, Tonya could barely move her head but even so, she gritted her teeth and slightly shook her head ‘no’. Carla had half expected the defiance, but she had control of the bigger woman now and returned to the slow pain and pleasure torture she had her trapped in. The long slow minutes passed, becoming a half hour and then a hour as she continued to try and force the codes from Tonya.
For the bigger woman, time seemed to stand still as the one sided struggle continued, and the moon was well up in the sky as her will and resolve eroded and finally broke and Tonya finally could take no more, screaming out a key code over and over, the woman’s apparent desperation gave Carla some confidence that her words were not a lie, but she could not be sure. “Now” Carla half growled in her ear, “I’m going to bind you and you will walk slowly in front of me all the way back to the cave, and we are going to try those codes. For your sake, I hope they are right!” Carla’s voice grew rougher, “Now, what were they again?” Carla began to tighten and draw the woman back in to the submission hold but Tonya immediately repeated the same code sequence adding “I can’t take any more. . . .the codes are all you need!” There was a panicked yet honest to her voice.
Carla half wanted to believe her, yet half refused to accept the claim but her attention was by now also being drawn to her left leg, her ankle and thigh were both causing her grief, she could even possibly be lame, and if Tonya realized she had this weakness she would undoubtedly attack again. Masking the effects of the pain so Tonya could not pick up on it, Carla sternly announced. “You’re going back anyway, you are my prisoner now!” Dragging the woman back and deep in to her cleavage for one final smother and keeping it locked tight this time, she felt Tonya buck and shudder from the lack of air and kept it locked for several more seconds after she stopped and seemed to go out before allowing her air again. A careful check of the bigger woman including a second smother for several long seconds got no further reaction and she was finally satisfied that Tonya was out cold released her grip on the bigger woman.
As she stood up, Carla winced at her own pain in the leg. In her struggle with Tonya during some of her most violent climaxes, she had indeed sprained an ankle and over stretched some of he thigh muscles. Limping to the jungle’s edge, she gathered some good strong vines and securely bound her unconscious captive’s hands behind her back, before standing tall and taking a deep breath, half in victory, and half in relief. Her look as she contemplated the jungle was a sobering one. She sure as heck could not Carry Tonya back, or even drag her through that jungle growth, and if Tonya revived and realized she was hurt, she might try for another fight or to run away knowing Carla could no longer follow her.
Possible options raced through her mind and she chose the best one she could see. Grabbing the bigger woman’s arm, and hurting the whole way, Carla dragged the body to the edge of the jungle and using some more of the good strong vines there propped her kneeling upright and with her back against the tree began to lash her securely to it. As an extra precaution, Tonya’s arms were drawn behind her and pinned there tied behind her and from behind the tree, her legs likewise drawn around the tree on both sides and tied from the other side, Carla stood up and surveyed her work. Tonya was as securely bound as possible given the conditions and material at hand, Satisfied, Carla left the unconscious woman and began her own slow trek through the jungle following the trail that Tonya had left behind as she worked her own way back towards the shore and cave.
As she broke through the brush and on to the beach area, Carla was surprised to see her own ship anchored just off the tunnel entry, the women who had been trapped inside were now on the beach and being treated for their injuries, even as other swimmers were going in and out of the tunnel apparently bringing out the bodies of those who had died in there for transport and a proper burial on the mainland. The sight of Carla’s own appearance created a shout of surprise from those on the beach, and her team quickly appeared coming from all directions to greet her. Amid a flurry of questions from her group, Carla managed to get in a few of her own and some answers to them.
The other teams sent to search the ship and village had found little of import and had elected to come and help Carla. Finding no trace of her and only the mysterious sealed door, they had stopped to discuss what to do next. The ones alive inside and close to the door there had heard their voices and started to shout alerting them to the fact that Tonya was loose and in pursuit of Carla, while they were trapped and unable to break through the door. That set the rest of the team in to action, the ship was immediately moved over to the tunnel entry and with hammers and bars they had attacked the door frame and surrounding stone wall until they could literally tear the whole thing still sealed from the wall to free the captives. While they had started to bring out the bodies, some of the fighters in small groups had started to comb the nearby jungle for Carla and the muscle bound brute.
For her part, and without going in to the details, Carla told them Tonya had been rendered unconscious and left tied to a tree. She gathered all the available fighting women up and led them back as quickly as her foot and leg would allow her to the small glade. To their dismay however, only broken and loosened vines were the only signs that Tonya had even been there. She had apparently woke up shortly after Carla had left, or else been playing possum better than Carla could detect to wait for the right time and then used her returning strength to snap the vines enough to wriggle free of the rest, gather her nearby gear and disappear in to the jungle. Carla immediately scanned the surrounding jungle using all her heightened senses in an attempt to pick up on the woman if she was still nearby but could not.
With their weapons out and ready, and staying close to each other, the fighting women quickly moved back to the beach, fearing Tonya may even now be attacking there with the numbers of fighting women there way down right now. Fortunately, the woman had not shown up by time they had arrived, and while half the force kept a careful watch on the beach for the dangerous murderer, the work of gathering the last of the bodies and loading them was quickly accomplished and everyone then loaded up for departure.
Carla had wanted to study the complex more, but realized this would not be the right time. With herself injured and limited access in and out, getting caught in there if Tonya returned was something she didn’t want to deal with right now. Minutes later, despite it being the middle of the night, the sails were unfurled and the ship started to move away from the shore and towards home. Even as they pulled away, Carla stood at the railing of the ship and intently scanned the shores for some visual sign of Tonya but saw none. And yet, she could feel her presence now; feel her watching the ship and her in particular probably from just inside that deep jungle.
As the distance increased, the sensation slowly subsided as well until with a final sigh, Carla turned away, and turned her attention instead to the others who needed healing. Her own injuries would be the last to be healed she knew, this was the way of those who had this rare skill always operated, others before themselves.
A bit later as the isle they had left slipped beneath the moon lit horizon, Carla took one long last look back that way and shook her head. So long as Tonya was free, she would be a threat to her not just her, but to all the people. Instinctively she knew she had not seen the last of Tonya, and pondered whether she might have to lead another group back to that cursed isle again to try and capture her once more. . . . and if she did, whether she would still find her alone.

The End?