Leslie Chang sold a final batch of berries to a customer before taking down her tent stand. The other merchants in the city of Norvar did the same thing as the sun was slowly setting in the sky. After loading her supplies onto a wagon, she climbed into the cab and grabbed the reins, whipping the horses into action. As the wagon picked up speed, she waved goodbye to the other merchants.
Leslie was a tall Asian woman, 5'10" in height, with a thick, muscular build, and had black shoulder length hair and a brown skin complexion. She sat completely naked in the cab, whipping the horses to go faster. The weather was warm and muggy.
After twenty minutes on the single dirt road she was alone in the forest. There was still daylight and she hoped she would reach her destination before it ran out. Otherwise, there was the lantern. The silence of the woods was eerie. She felt like she was being watched but saw no one.
Moments later, she looked over her shoulder again and saw a group of men on horses following her. She whipped the reins again. The cargo in the back of the wagon kept rattling and shaking as the horses went faster. Looking over her shoulder once more, she noticed the men were getting closer and grabbed a laser pistol near her foot. A lone, nude man with a goatee rode alongside the wagon, shooting her a naughty grin.
"Hey, big buns, pull over," he ordered.
She ignored him, whipping the horses hard.
"Stop now! Don't give us any trouble, woman!"
Soon, the other men were on either side of the wagon. Like the other inhabitants of this land they were all naked. One of them, a guy with a Mohawk, jumped onto the wagon. He had a knife in his hand. As he tried to grab her, she spun around and fired a laser bolt squarely into the chest of the man, sending him flying off the vehicle. Two others climbed aboard the speeding wagon. With the reins in one hand, she turned around again and shot one of them in the face. The man collapsed onto the bed of the wagon. The other fellow grabbed Mohawk's knife, swinging it viciously at her but missed. She squeezed the trigger and hit the guy in the abdomen and he fell off.
Still, more of them came aboard! It seemed like an endless army of them! Where did they come from? she wondered. The skies grew darker as the wagon continued its journey on the quiet road. Not a soul in sight. To her right she saw the Zalon Mountains. Her destination was on the other side of that. She turned around quickly and tried to shoot the rest of them but missed on the first try. Then a bearded man kicked the gun out of her hand and it dropped on the road. She tried to punch him while using her other hand to whip the horses. But she missed and he coiled his brawny arm around her neck tightly, almost choking her. Another man sat in the cab next to her, snatched the reins, and brought the horses to a gradual stop on the side of the road.
After looting her supplies and money, the man with the goatee said, "You should've obeyed, big buns. Those that don't listen to us wind up dead."
The bearded man still had his arm around her neck in a vise like lock.
"With one word, I can have him snap your neck, understand?" goatee said.
When a nod, the bearded man squeezed her neck even harder and her breathing grew hoarse.
"You know how you can make up for your mistake, big buns?"
She ignored him, spitting in his face.
She shot her a wicked smile, wiping the saliva off his face and licking it. "You know how, big girl?" He walked over to her and grabbed her big, shapely ass, slapping it several times. The other men whistled and howled lecherously. His fingers dug deep between her cheeks. When she tried to fight back, the bearded man squeezed her neck harder. Then goatee grabbed her large, sweaty brown breasts and fondled them, squeezing her big, dark nipples. They had puckered out and were erect.
"Damn!" a henchman said, staring at them. "She's got big titties!"
"You know how you can make up, big buns?" There was a pause before he said, "By giving each of us a blowjob."
The guys whistled and howled again.
Goatee stooped down a little and began sucking her big, hard nipples. She resisted but the bearded man just applied more pressure and she stopped. When goatee bit her nipples she screamed. The screams echoed throughout the silent forest. He bit again and she cried out in agony again.
He stared at her giant, shaved pussy in admiration. Like it was a classic art form. Before he had a chance to stick his fingers in there, she stomped her big bare foot on the bearded man's foot and he yelled out, releasing his grip on her. After elbowing him hard in the ribs, she kicked goatee viciously in the balls and he screamed bloody murder, clutching onto his nuts. She kicked him in the genitals again and he curled up on the dirt in a fetal position, crying like a pathetic child.
The other men lunged at her like wild animals and Leslie used her martial arts against them, flying up in the air and delivering multiple kicks to their faces. Dazed, several of them crumpled to the ground. When they tried to get up, she repeated the action and they collapsed again.
As she tried to escape, another gang circled her again in a clearing. The last rays of the sun beat down on them. When they all tried to rush her she flew up in the air again with a war cry, delivering multiple kicks to their faces. Stunned, they fell to the dirt. The bearded man swung a battle axe at her but she ducked and avoided it. He swung it again and this time she knocked it out of his hand, punching him several times in the chest. He reeled backwards.
The remainder of the gang was a stocky, bald headed man and a guy with numerous scars on his face. They wrestled naked in the clearing for a while. Leslie bear hugged the bald man tightly from behind, squeezed hard and managed to break a few of his ribs. He screamed. Her muscular arm coiled around his neck like a snake and she broke his neck. His body sagged to the ground. And lastly, she wrestled the man with scars. They sunk to their knees where she sat in his lap and bear hugged him. Her big, sweaty breasts rubbed against his thin chest. He seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes bulging out at the sight of her tits. When she squeezed harder, he'd moan passionately. When she couldn't break his ribs, she tried another tactic and locked his pale neck between her huge, muscular thighs in a scissor position. When he struggled frantically, she simply made a swift motion with her legs and she heard his neck snap like a twig. His resistance ceased.
She sighed, getting up, wiping the perspiration off her face with her hand. After retrieving the things they had stolen she climbed onto the wagon and whipped the horses into action again.
She arrived back in the village of Sol at night.
When she entered an adobe house she saw her friend, Jesse Lim, sitting Indian style on a sheep fur rug before the empty fireplace. Lim was also Asian and her nude body was as tall, muscular, and brown as Leslie's. Lim's hair was dark and short and she wore glasses.
She looked up at Leslie, concerned. "Hey, girlfriend, I was worried sick about you. Where've you been?"
"I was ambushed by bandits," she replied, tossing her bag on a chair. "But managed to fight them off."
"You okay?"
Leslie nodded, smiling proudly. "Girls kick ass, remember?"
Lim returned a grin. "Yes, I remember our motto. There's some leftover chicken in the kitchen and some wine."
"Thanks." She sat down Indian style on another sheep fur rug next to Lim. "Did you help a lot of patients today?"
"A fair amount. Did some research in my lab, too. How'd it go at the Farmer's Market?"
"Very well. I made some good sales. Is Gerald asleep?"
She nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Want a glass of wine, my dear?"
"Sure."
Lim got up and went to the kitchen. Upon returning, she handed the glass to her. Leslie drank it slowly, catching her breath. After a few more sips, she felt more calm and relaxed.
"Hey, you still game on trying to find New Oakland?" Lim asked.
"You know I am. We're leaving early in the morning, right?"
"Yes. You're not hurt are you?" she asked, looking at her body. "Let me examine you in my office."
Leslie put up her hand dismissively. "I'm fine." She drank some more wine.
In the morning, Lim, Leslie, and Tharus each mounted a two legged reptilian creature known as the Wawn and began their trek. The Wawn was a little bigger and taller than a horse, giving the rider much more of a height advantage when it came to spotting predators and bandits. It's enormous, muscular legs were long, giving it quick speed to outrun carnivores. It was a plant eater and thus harmless towards humans. Each Wawn was strapped with a hiking pack below their saddles. They trio were soon in the lush, green jungle. The sounds of exotic birds and creatures filled the air. Lim pointed at a long snake that was about to devour an iguana. A gecko landed on her muscular bare thigh seconds later and she cupped it in her hands, grinning at it. After whispering something to it, she set it free.
"I really tried to persuade Gerald to join us but he's very committed to our patients and didn't want to leave them," she said. "Some of them are very sick. I said if we actually found the city I'd go back and get him. Trust me, I will."
Tharus nodded. "I'd go back with you." He was a black man with pure white, angel like wings that protruded from his back.
"Me too," Leslie added firmly.
Lim tugged the reins of her Wawn and the creature sped off quickly. As Leslie's ride galloped away fast, Tharus watched as her large breasts bounced up and down like a pair of yo-yos. He kept staring as she rode across a vast meadow. On the other side, they saw cattle grazing on the grass. Passing a farm, they gave a friendly wave to a farmer. He, too, looked at Leslie's bouncing tits, his jaw dropping open. His teenage son, standing next to him, got his first visual lesson on the birds and the bees.
More cows and goats chewed grass on a hillside. Leslie looked around at the peaceful, green valley. "Beautiful," she said. They crossed a dried up creek bed and then a raging river. Luckily, the tall Wawns navigated their way across it without any problems. The water level reached up to the middle of their legs. They went up the river, following its bends and curves for miles until they arrived at a trading post.
There, they rested and drank water from their bottles. Lim and Leslie bartered for goods and supplies with a merchant. Lim traded an old microscope, a magnifying glass, a lab coat, and some new bandages for a bear fur cloak and leg warmers.
"Sometimes it gets chilly at night," she told the merchant, putting the leg warmers around her enormous, muscular calves.
