The 6 realities of Hex (starring Gwen again)

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Charmcaster's feuding with Gwen story line is now onto two pages, though the links to page 2 are hard to see on my screen. I thought I should start another post, though it does carry on from page two of my previous post. There is going to be a lot of fighting if that is OK.

“You!” gasped Gwen, struggling with renewed effort in her bindings.
The figure moved forwards out of the shadows into a beam of light, reaching out greedily to slap at a quivering mound.
“I must say I can now understand why my niece is so intoxicated with you my dear. I am enjoying this so much more than if you were Ben. He just wouldn’t jiggle like that would he” said the figure as he again slapped the almost bare tanned mound.
Gwen gasped and wriggled, succeeding only in encouraging the figure to punch her again twice more, both times to the same firm mound.
“Hex” gasped Gwen.
“Well obviously!” replied Hex, tilting back Gwen’s stunning face taking a fist full of her mane of dark blonde hair.
“What do you want you evil monster?” said Gwen softly.
“Hmmm you died your hair, I like it, it matches your tanned colouring perfectly. Have you been taking gene altering pills my dear?”
“I needed to change my look for a reason .....you don’t need to know why.”
Hex tipped her head back further until she was forced to open her mouth in a gasp.
“I offer you one chance my beauty. Join me now, or see your future, or should I say futures become ones of slavery with you reduced to being no more than a play thing for my niece.”
“What do you mean futures?” asked Gwen.
Hex released Gwen’s hair and strode around her talking, clearly happy to boast of his accomplishments knowing Gwen to be securely tied and half beaten.
“In each of 6 parallel futures I have positioned a trans dimensional transponder to allow me to move through them with ease and create such chaos and darkness that the worlds shudder! Using the central power source which drew you here today, I can, and will, dictate the future not of one world but of 6 parallel worlds! See before you the means I have created!”
Hex activated a mechanism and the floor dropped, swivelling, allowing a hidden floor to rise in its place. Upon this floor stood a shimmering core of crystal in a sort of pod, connected by cables to a series of energy converting cylinders aligned along one wall.
If I could destroy each of the transponders thought Gwen, I could thwart his plans, but how. She tested her shackles again. Her mind was still effected by the defence field she had fallen through and her magic was still disabled.
“Will you join me?” asked Hex
“You should know the answer to that!” gasped Gwen, causing her almost bared mounds to quiver as she squirmed from side to side.
“It saddens me to hear you say that” said Hex, gazing over Gwen’s gorgeous body, watching the two mounds settle on the sleek ribcage.
“I’d say you are 36”d 23” 36”, am I right?” asked Hex. You have filled out a little since I first worked you over my dear.”
“And do you approve?” asked Gwen
“Oh I do” replied Hex, these are just perfect,” he added, delivering two hard slaps across the glistening mound jutting from the left side of Gwen’s ribcage.
“So firm, almost rubbery,” he added almost as if speaking to himself.
Gwen moaned and sagged a little in her shackles, and the battered bra gave again, the soaked black material slipping and curling away from the glistening mound.
“Hmmmm” said Hex appreciatively as he stared at the perfect half melon of rubbery meat.
“Delicious” he added, moving in front of Gwen and slapping across the full bare mound and feeling only slippery smooth skin under his knuckles.
Gwen cried out again, her chest rising and falling, Hex timing his next blow. He struck the side of the mound with his clenched fist, and laughed out loud in delight as the mound quivered invitingly. He punched it again with his clenched fist, striking the other side of the slick mound, and then speared a jab directly into its centre compressing the springy mound against the ribs.
In the quiet of the abandoned warehouse the sound as the flat of Hex’s clenched fist smacked into Gwen’s quivering golden mounds echoed with a sharp wet “crack”. There was a slightly duller “thud” when he punched into her tummy.
Gwen hung, her lovely tanned body twitching and jiggling, her mind still engaged as her body absorbed the punishment.
A light flickered in her brain. She played dead, or at least unconscious, which wasn’t difficult after the effect of Hex’s fists on her beautiful torso. As Hex closed in to examine his prey a thigh shot upwards powering a booted foot between Hex’s lycra clad legs to come to a crunching halt against his crotch.
Gwen used her foot to hook into Hex’s belt, pulling him close enough to kick again. This second blow switched his lights out.

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Managing at last to free herself from her binds Gwen took a hurried look around. Her top was shredded as was her bra, she would have to remain topless for now. After a short time she found what she was looking for. Pressing the mechanism she had found caused the floor to rotate and brought up the crystal core used by Hex to move between the six alternative worlds. Gwen took a breath, hesitated for a second, then walked into the pale aura of the crystal.
She had chosen a transponder location at random, and hoped desperately that Hex would not be able to know which and follow. Of course there was a chance that he would make the same random choice, but the odds were in her favour. Now she had to find the recipient of the transponder, bring it back to her reality and destroy it. She had to do this 6 times if she was to defeat Hex and stop his wicked plan.

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She heard a scream.

The room she was in was a sort of changing room with lockers and benches. It felt humid and warm. Female clothes on pegs, or laid out on the benches, and posters on the walls, Gwen took everything in. Firstly she grabbed at what looked like some underwear. Actually as she looked at herself in a mirror having slid into it, it looked more like a costume. Short black ankle boots, bare legs, then a black lace teddy cut very high, thong style, leaving both cheeks of her bum bare, almost backless, and cut away at the belly. Two lace straps went up over her breasts leaving the inner and outer curves bare. The lacy outfit was set off with matching lace cuffs. It was an amazing outfit and fit Gwen’s curvaceous body to perfection. Why this outfit and others like it were in this room she didn’t know, but something felt familiar.

Again she heard a scream, followed by a roar as if from a large number of people all cheering.

Was it a boxing hall or wrestling venue?

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and female voices raised. The door opened and two very pretty girls entered wearing similar skimpy lace costumes to her own, half carrying and half dragging an even prettier girl, wearing a white lace costume but torn down to her hips. The girl was glistening with sweat. Others followed cramming into the doorway and looking very agitated. All the girls were teenagers, and all were pretty with the bodies of playboy centrefolds.

“She didn’t last long” said one of the girls.

“We need to get back out there” said another. “They are walking all over us”.

“We don’t stand a chance” said one. “The rules are in their favour”.
“We have to fight” said one young blonde. “Tanya is still out there”.
Gwen realised that she was being taken for one of the group. Her age and looks fit perfectly. The tracker device she had on her was a simple spot implant in her hand, and it was pulsing slowly she noticed. That meant that the transponder was in this building.

Gwen was pulled along in the rush to get a number of girls “back out there”, wherever that was, and ended up jogging along a walkway with two blondes, a brunette and a black haired black girl with the most lovely looking smooth mid brown skin.

They slowed as they neared the entrance to what was a fight pit, with four walls marking out a forty foot square arena. Around all sides hundreds of dimly lit faces charged with emotion. Gwen suddenly realised they were shouting in French! She then saw the flags, and the screens. This was France versus Canada.

She could hear shouts from the French girls and mostly moans and screams from the Canadian girls in the arena. What were the French girls wearing? Black boots, one piece blue costumes, with belts and arm guards studded with metal. Even breast plates, and what looked like MMA style leather punching gloves. “Blows can be made to any area of exposed skin” it read. “The match will last until every girl in the losing team has been beaten unconscious. There is also then a further period of 30 minutes for the victorious team to bring round any members they like of the losing team and fight them again to gain added points.” Oh my god, thought Gwen suddenly worried. They don’t do this sort of thing where I come from!

Another scream followed by several mewls of pain. Gwen looked to see the Canadian team captain Tanya being beaten by two fully clad French girls, her lacy top ripped open, and just a lace thong protecting her. The two French girls were laughing as they took it in turns to punch Tanya’s stunning body. Tanya looked terrified and mewled again as a punch struck a quivering mound.

Two other French girls were working over another young Canadian beauty, and another Canadian girl was being cornered by three French girls, laughing excitedly. The rule on being able to punch any bare skin was giving the French girls such an advantage. When the Canadian girls tried to wrestle, the French girls just punched them hard and repeatedly.

Gwen realised that there were more French girls than Canadians even with the fresh troops and that many of the French girls were noticeably older and beefier. The match looked like it had been fixed in favour of the French right from the start.

Gwen’s group rushed into the arena, one going to help Tanya, the others splitting up to find individual opponents. Then, from the doorway on the other side came yet more French girls. Two of the new French girls zeroed in on the girl Gwen had noticed with the beautiful rich brown skin. She was called Selena.

Gwen kept herself close to the wall and watched. The brown girl, Selena, was noticeably younger than the two girls closing in on her, though she possessed a fantastic beautifully developed body. Under the lights her brown skin shone deliciously. Gwen watched as one French girl took Selena’s attention offering to lock up hands. Selena did so and struggled to hold her own against her opponent. Gwen saw that Selena was concentrating on the girl facing her, like a novice, and had forgotten about the second girl. She watched the second girl sidle around the Canadian teenager and approach from behind. She wanted to shout a warning but as yet Gwen was not accepting that this was her fight. She had enough to do in finding the transponder.

The second French girl threw a punch as soon as she was in range. Her fist found its target in Selena’s kidneys thudding into the smooth flawless skin. It wasn’t a powerful punch as it was thrown from distance but it was enough to hurt the beauty. Selena yelped and immediately the first French girl gripped her hands tighter to prevent her from turning. Eagerly the second French girl moved in closer and taking careful aim drove a second, harder punch, directly into Selena’s kidney area. Gwen heard Selena’s cry, and saw the more expert French girls fall on their prey.

They swung Selena face first into the nearest wall, and while one swept Selena’s long black mane of hair to the side and held her in position, the second girl began hammering her leather clad fists into that gorgeous brown back, working up from the kidneys to the smooth flesh below the shoulder blades. Selena screamed as her back took the punishment.

Then the two French girls swapped roles and the first French girl began work on weakening the teenager’s beautiful flawless back.

Gwen watched the two French girls turn Selena and pin her to the wall holding her arms up above her head. This stretched taut her supple tummy and caused her breasts to jut out from her ribcage within the tiny lacy top.

The two short haired French girls clenched their fists and began work on the delicious bare tummy sending a mixture of left and right hooks into the sculpted curves of the glistening brown belly.

The punches curled up into Selina’s belly, smacking into her lower abdomen, then into her navel. The two lean toned French fighters eagerly lashed punch after punch into Selina’s gorgeous body. Selina mewled softly as her opponents fists found their targets. Somehow her costume remained intact, but it offered little protection. Both French girls timed their punches well, striking the layers of muscle around the brown tummy. The stomach beating was ruthless. Selina was overwhelmed. She tried to twist free but every time she did another clenched fist thudded against her belly. Her body shook with the impact.

Gwen admired the efficiency of the French girls as they systematically worked over the gorgeous Selina. She also felt a rush of excitement at seeing such a beautiful girl being body punched in such a dominant way.

A call and another scream caused her to look away and see that despite the rescue squad’s best efforts, the French team was close to taking the Canadian captain Tanya out of the battle.

Three French girls had Tanya on the floor stretched out with one holding her arms, one her ankles, and the other beating punches down into Tanya’s stunning body. The French girls were merciless. The one doing the punching hammered the girl’s gorgeous belly methodically with both fists and even though Tanya was beautifully toned, she was not designed to take this level of punishment. When the punches moved up her torso and began to beat into her top Tanya howled in pain and tried to arch her body in a vain attempt to avoid the blows.

The punches smacked into the bare outer curves of each of her mounds, pounding the rubbery meat into the girls sleek ribcage. This was great from the French. They knew the Canadian girls were clearly vulnerable to breast and belly punishment and they concentrated their attacks accordingly using their fists almost all the time.

When they weren’t punching the Canadian girls, they were kneeing and kicking them.

Tanya mewled in pain as the French girls beat her. They had swapped roles to keep up the momentum, and a darker skinned French girl with short hair was now driving punches into the parts of Tanya’s breasts not covered by her flimsy lace top, holding each one in turn, and beating her other fist down into the succulent centre of the full round mound.

The French girls greedily began to focus on beating Tanya’s gorgeous body, holding the teenager down by her arms and legs. The crowd roared encouragement. Punch after punch smacked down into Tanya’s top, belly and shapely thighs, knuckles grinding into the smooth silky body. This was brutal. The stunning Canadian captain was taking an outrageous beating.

The French girls eagerly worked on Tanya’s gorgeous body, pummelling each of her half melon mounds with their clenched fists, beating their clenched fists hard into the quivering mounds.

Each French girl had a turn, and the others watched wide eyed as fist after fist lashed down into the Canadian girl’s stunningly beautiful body.

Across the arena a second group of French girls had gathered to work on Selina, the luscious brown skinned beauty with the long coal black hair. They were beating Selina’s gorgeous body mercilessly with their fists. The French girls looked tough, short cropped hair and tautly muscled arms. The opposite of their opponents who had long flowing manes of hair, slender arms and centrefold bodies.

Some of the French girls obviously liked softening up the twin brown mounds barely protected by the skimpy lace top, which itself was partially ripped apart. They were concentrating on punching the rubbery brown half melons, setting them quivering deliciously on the teenager’s chest.

Selina’s dark brown nipples pushed through the semi see through lace of her top like turrets. Punch after punch drove the nipples into the quivering mounds. There were five or six girls vying to beat Selina, even more than were working on Tanya. That said a lot for just how luscious the brown skinned centrefold was.

All the other Canadian girls lay beaten senseless around the arena, with Gwen herself it seemed, invisible to them. How could the Canadians see her but not the French thought Gwen, but then she asked herself had the Canadians actually spoken to her? Had they really seen her?

The French were like Hyenas around their prey, all wanting a go on either Tanya or Selina.

Gwen watched as the French finally beat the two remaining Canadian girls, Tanya and Selina into total submission. She then sidled around the arena watching the tracker glow pulsing in her palm. It was somewhere within the French team's rooms through the door opposite. One of the French girls must be with Hex, willingly or not.

Meanwhile the French were reviving Tanya and Selina with water. Bringing them to the centre of the arena on shaky legs two cropped haired French girls began to pour bottles of oil all over the Canadian girls' gorgeous bodies until they glistened deliciously. Lacy bra top remnants were removed so that the French girls could knead the oil directly into Tanya's and Selina's rubbery mounds.

The two beauties were being prepared for the final 30 minutes of the match. The French had to choose 4 girls to fight the centrefold Canadians, giving them an enormous advantage.

Gwen half watched as she moved round the arena to the doorway.

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The French girl facing Selina was a couple of inches taller, and had short cropped hair and strong looking arms. She poured the oil slowly over Selina's shoulders and breasts watching it run down over the sleek body. Then, slowly, the French girl placed her hands on Selina's mounds and slowly began to massage the oil into them, squeezing and releasing, splaying her fingers out to encompass as much of the mounds as she could. Selina stood as still as she could, her eyes closed and head tilted back a little. The French girl smiled to herself as she enjoyed kneading the oily mounds. A second French girl moved close up behind Selina until her upper thighs were pressing into Selina's squidgy bare ass cheeks. Her hands began to work the oil into Selina's sculpted sides and shapely thighs her lips brushing Selina's coal black hair. Her hands moved to the brown belly and began to claw into it. The first girl was now applying a claw hold of her own on the left mound, fingers working into it, nails digging into the smooth brown skin.

Soon the holds were taking their toll of the Canadian beauty. The French girls clawed at her thighs, her belly, her ass cheeks, and their favourite target, the D cup rubbery firm glistening breasts.

They worked her over like this for several long minutes, kneading the silky smooth brown flesh, squeezing and kneading the gorgeous breasts. Selina was just perfect for this with her centrefold body. The Canadian beauty took the mauling bravely, not even trying to resist knowing she was completely overmatched.

One French girl grabbed Selina's slender arms and wrenched them out straight forcing the teenager to her knees and making her arch her body. She placed her knee into Selina's bare back and held her steady. The second French girl stood in front of the kneeling beauty and lashed a kick into the girl's smooth belly. Selina's body shook.

Gwen gasped and watched wide eyed as the French girl continued to kick Selina in the stomach, again and again, causing the glistening breasts to jiggle as if advertising their vulnerability.

Gwen could have watched for longer but decided on dipping through the doorway and into the French girls changing area. The signal was strong now. Gwen made her way carefully, listening out for anyone, but wondering if she was still invisible to everyone in this world.

Then, she saw a door open and heard someone talking inside. Female voices, soft and attractive. Not like the French girls out in the arena at all.

She took a breath and walked boldly into the room. Facing her, having just put down a communicator, was a stunningly beautiful brunette with a dazzlingly pretty face and a mouth watering body, dressed in the same black as the rest of the French team, except her costume was a micro bikini and black thigh boots.

She clearly saw Gwen as her eyes opened wide and her full lips parted.

Meanwhile in the arena......

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..... In the arena one French girl hauled a gasping Selena to her feet by the hair and roughly took her upper arms from behind in a full nelson.

The other muscular French girl stood in front of the Canadian centrefold, then moved slowly closer until her fully clad body pressed against the bare smooth oiled body. The French girl wore leather protection across her chest area in the form of leather cups sewn into her black costume. She pressed these gently into the teenagers unprotected glistening mounds. Then the French girl began to gyrate her body against Selina, roughly using her leather top to press into and compress Selina's gorgeous breasts against her sleek ribcage. Side to side the French girl pushed her chest into each of Selina's delicious breasts in turn, crushing the slick brown mounds against the rough leather of her top. The French girl pressed herself into the beautiful Canadian girl grinding against the stunning body, while the other French girl ground into her from behind, working herself into those slick brown ass cheeks. The crowd were going wild. Selina was perfect for this. A beautiful face, gorgeous long hair, and a stunning centrefold body. The French were really working on her.

Then, as the second girl again took Selina in a full nelson the first French girl smiled and clenched her fists, raising one to the crowd which roared its appreciation.

She drew back her right fist then swung her shoulders and curled it into Selina's wasp like waist, directly into the stomach. Selina coughed and was hauled upright again so that the first French girl could again target her model belly, striking a left and right hook into each side of her navel weakening the pliant stomach wall.

The first French girl took a deep breath then unleashed a series of precision hooks into the centrefold teenager's belly, fists thudding repeatedly into the oiled brown flesh. Drying beads of sweat from her brow the French girl used both fists to beat Selina's beautiful sculpted stomach and abdomen, grinding her punches into the smooth oily skin. The rules were perfect for this allowing the French girls to use their fists on anywhere where bare skin showed on the Canadian girls. That now included the whole of Selina's gorgeous upper body of course.

They lashed the girl again and again. Punches smacked into the Canadian beauty's oiled belly. They spent a good 10 minutes just beating the teenage beauty's wasp like waist, hammering her, tenderising her belly like butchers pounding a slab of meat.

While Selina was being beaten, Tanya too was being prepared.

Gwen on the other hand had located the transponder and was smiling. She closed the door behind her and turned the key. Then she smiled at the stunning brunette and moved towards her.

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The French girl looked young, no older than Selina certainly, and she was obviously a "mascot" rather than a fighter with her model looks and centrefold body.

"What is your name?" asked Gwen moving within striking distance.

"Michelle" answered the beauty displaying dazzling white teeth in a mouth so delicious looking even Gwen sighed.

"Well Michelle you can either hand over the transponder now, or I can beat you and then take it from you. Which is it to be?"

Outside, Selina was screaming. The two French girls beating her were walking their fists up and down her slick torso from the sculpted abdomen and stomach to the twin brown mounds. Both French girls were really enjoying the feel of their fists punching into the gorgeous breasts, and were whooping with joy as they lashed their fists across the half melon mounds. The quivering breasts were an easy and rewarding target, perfect for this sort of match. They were beautifully rubbery which felt so good under the knuckles. The big screens showed the beating in glorious close up so everyone could see. Again and again the French girls punched Selina's mouth watering breasts. The breasts quivered and shook as they were struck. Selina was mewling like a kitten, held by the upper arms. They beat her and beat her in the breasts lashing the oiled mounds from every angle, driving their fists into the centre of each breast spearing the aroused brown nipples into the breast meat.

They began to target the nipples, punching them repeatedly into the glistening breast flesh. One girl began to alternate between nipples and navel, slugging her fists deep into the centrefold's taut little tummy, then smacking them into the nipples in turn, left then right, left then right.

Tanya was taking a similar beating from the other two French girls, each capable of beating the gorgeous Canadian captain on their own, and together, well it was a delight to watch.

"I want an answer" said Gwen, grabbing a handful of lovely brown hair and twisting Michelle's head back.

Gwen couldn't keep her eyes off Michelle's amazing body and could feel herself clenching her fists anticipating what it would feel like to feel her knuckles punch into Michelle's body......

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Gwen realised she didn't have very long. Soon the match out in the arena would be over. Selena and Tanya were still conscious but the French fighters were tiring and looking to finish the two Canadian's off. Then they would return to change, and as Gwen was now clearly visible, they would see her and she wouldn't stand a chance.

"Let me encourage you to tell me where it is!" said Gwen, angry that her tracker could not narrow the location down to a finer tune than this room. She hauled Michelle to her feet still holding her hair, and rammed her pretty face into the wall. Holding the howling girl's belly flat to the wall, Gwen drove her fist into the girl's kidneys.

"How do you like that?" asked Gwen, grinding her knuckles into the silky smooth flawless skin.

Michelle gasped, and bravely tried to struggle. Gwen turned her around roughly, pinned her to the wall, and hammered a punch into the beauty's 22" waist. The fist struck the light but toned muscle to the left of her navel. Michelle gasped again. Gwen drew back her fist and swung again, beating her fist into the other side of the pretty navel.

Michelle groaned and needed to be pushed back against the wall. She wasn't designed to be able to take punishment like this and it showed on her face.

Gwen struck Michelle again, this time curling an uppercut into the underside of her left breast almost beating the mound out of the skimpy bra.

A soft moan from Michelle was followed by several more gasps and sobs as Gwen went to work on the same target.

Soon Michelle was sobbing her submission with her slender arms crossed over her chest, her bra on the floor at her feet.

"The transponder?" gasped Gwen, fearing she had left it too late. She could hear the match results being announced in the arena.

"In the safe" sobbed Michelle, "In the shower room". Gwen let Michelle collapse to her knees still with her arms across her springy firm mounds. She found the transponder and locked its coordinates. As the door burst open and two cropped haired French girls charged in she pressed the button on the hand grip and began to fade immediately. They dived at her but landed in a heap on the floor. Gwen was on her way to the next location, and Hex could no longer threaten the world she had just left.

Gwen had thought about what might happen if she had pressed the button while holding onto Michelle. It might have been fun to bring her with her.

There was a smell not unlike ozone and a sort of static blue energy field around her as she materialised in the next reality. Hex had been here to place the transponder somewhere accessible to him, but what else had he changed?

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As the blue mist settled Gwen was aware that she seemed to be standing on sand, and she could hear water lapping nearby. It seemed like early morning as the sun hung low and orange in the sky.

"Where am I?" said a voice beside her.

A startled Gwen turned to see Michelle beside her staring with uncomprehending eyes into the distance.

"How?" gasped Gwen, then realised that she must still have been touching Michelle when she "jumped". She had found the transponder and run back into the room, reached out to Michelle, and then heard the door come crashing in. In that instant she had transported them both onto this warm curve of golden beach.

Gwen grabbed Michelle by her arm and twisted it up behind her back, angrily wrenching on the shoulder joint until Michelle cried out.

"What am I supposed to do with you!" hissed Gwen. Then she realised that both she and Michele were still wearing the clothing from the previous reality, but that it looked like it was disintegrating slowly.

Gwen looked about desperately and saw in a cove a hundred yards away two girls setting out towels on the beach and preparing to enjoy the early morning sun. She pulled Michele after her and moved closer until she could see the two girls more clearly. They were in their late teens, and both had a very nice bikini body. They were in fact wearing quite stunning costumes. One wore a simple thong bikini in white, and one a micro one piece which was little more that a couple of straps.

"Stay there" said Gwen to Michele, who obeyed without question.

Minutes later two very shocked girls were laying moaning in the sand, one splayed on top of the other. Gwen gave a few final stomps down into the kidneys of the girl on top, then picked up the costumes she had removed from them, and threw the micro one piece to Michele.

"Better put this on Michele, or risk being naked in a few minutes time".

Soon Gwen and Michelle were wearing their new clothing, such as it was, and Gwen began to study her tracker device in her palm.

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Her palm glowed feintly red, and pulsed slowly. The device was some way off. Maybe in one of the expensive looking beach houses Gwen could see along the low hillside rising up from the smooth fine sand.

"Come with me" ordered Gwen to Michele, grabbing her arm and squeezing her fingers into the light muscle.

She hauled the girl up the beach nearer to the cliff line where it dipped to expose an expanse of brush where a small brook trickled through the pebbles and down over the sand to the sea. There was a beach hut close by, one of a group of smart buildings on stilts sited at the top of the beach, nearby a lifeguard station.

"I think I have some unfinished business with you Michele" said Gwen, turning to face the dark haired beauty.

Michele's eyes opened wide and she raised her hands and open palms in defence. Gwen looked her over, and was impressed by her. The teenager was young but had a centrefold body beautifully developed and shaped. Toned in all the right places, with a tiny waist, shapely strong looking thighs, and delicious looking full round breasts jutting proudly from high on a sleek ribcage.

Her costume left most of her breast meat exposed, as it did her entire belly and abdomen, her back, sides and bum cheeks. Michele looked simply stunning, all set off by her achingly sensuous face and mane of lustrous black hair.

There was no one else on the beach that morning that Gwen could see. She stepped forwards and rammed her heel into the centre of Michele's sleek left thigh. Michele yelped and hopped backwards, but Gwen followed and lashed a kick hard into the side of the same shapely thigh, and then as Michele fell to the sand, Gwen stomped hard down into the inner thigh meat and ground her foot into the smooth tanned skin.

"No running away from me now Michele" she said, dropping a knee down into the same beautiful thigh, and then peppering the inside of the shapely thigh with her right fist.

Michele groaned and gasped reaching out to try to grab Gwen's arms, twisting her lovely body desperately to escape the blows.

Gwen stopped and climbed off her. "Now let's really fight shall we!"

As Michele came to her feet she found herself being marched to the cliff face and pinned against it with Gwen's left forearm across her throat.

Gwen adjusted her footing and then drove her clenched fist into Michele's stomach. The centrefold wilted visibly, and so Gwen hit her again, curling a hook into the outer curve of her left breast. The breast felt beautifully firm, and quivered deliciously. Michele closed her eyes and tipped her head back mewling like a kitten. Gwen held her steady and struck Michele's right breast with an uppercut drawing a soft moan from Michele's succulent lips. Mmmmmm thought Gwen. This girl was perfect for this! Another punch smacked into Michele's stomach, then another breast punch followed which pushed the stretched material of the costume to one side over her left breast allowing the half melon of breast meat to spring free into the morning air.

"UUUuugh!" gasped Michele

Gwen smiled and applied a claw hold to the weakened breast, kneading the rubbery mound energetically, while Michele simply stood and took it, sobbing, and with cheeks glistening with wetness.

"How do you like this!" said Gwen slipping the costume off the centrefold's other breast and tugging it down to the girl's hips.

"How does this feel!" said Gwen punching each gorgeous breast in turn.

Some way off a young female lifeguard was making her way down to the tower where she would begin her shift of endless scanning of the ocean.

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Gwen pulled Michele's arms away when she tried to cross them over her chest, and stood looking at the gorgeous girl. She glanced sideways and saw the blonde in a cutaway red one piece drawing nearer. She looked back at Michele and sighed. She would have to finish this later. For now she must concentrate on her task. She tipped Michele's head back and punched her one final time in the centre of her bare stomach, letting her sink moaning to her kness on the sand.

"I'll finish you later" gasped Gwen, moving forwards to intercept the path of the blonde lifequard, who not seeing Michele, called out a welcome to Gwen as she approached.

"Hi" said Gwen, "starting work already?".

"Yup, I'm on my own till 2 o clock as well, so let's hope it's a quiet day"

"I was wondering if you could help me" said Gwen walking in step beside the blonde, who looked as though she was about 18 years old, and had the sort of golden centrefold body Californians were famous for.

The blonde looked sideways with a slightly raised eyebrow waiting on Gwen to say more.

"Has anything unusual been happening around here recently? I mean have people been behaving oddly?"

"Well we have the "clone wars" taking place here this summer which has suddenly become so popular. Never happened until the new Governor took charge."

"New Governor?" asked Gwen, expecting the worst.

"Yes, big guy in a cloak who seems to be able to control people using some strange powers. Got himself elected Governor after Arnold stepped down, and brought in a lot of changes. He introduced clones of famous celebrities for entertainment to be available to all. One of his ideas was to have the Clone Wars out here on the beach, well over there actually", said the blonde pointing.

Gwen saw a complex of stands and a car park next to what looked like a mall further round the beach.

"So what is Clone Wars er, sorry I don't know your name do I. I'm Gwen."

"Chriss" said the blonde, "and Clone Wars are like fights held in a ring like a wrestling ring, between famous actresses, models, singers and so on. well their clones anyway."

"Wow" said Gwen, stopping at the foot of the tower.

"I'd better go up now Gwen" said Chriss. "Come up if you get bored" she added, and leaned into Gwen, to give her a kiss on her cheek.

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Gwen held Chris lightly at the waist, and returned the kiss, letting her lips linger on the blonde's cheek. Chris pressed a little, her breasts mushrooming a little against Gwen's, and she gave Gwen another kiss, this time a lingering kiss full on the lips, while her hands felt for Gwen's bum cheeks and squeezed them gently.

"Wow, you are a friendly girl!" said Gwen as she eased back from Chris. "Hey thanks" said Chris, "Just being friendly to a stranger".

Then she climbed the steps into the lookout post and smiled down.

"Are all the girls as friendly and pretty as you round here?" asked Gwen.

"Pretty much" said Chris, smiling.

"See you later!" said Gwen, torn between spending more time with Chris and going back to take care of Michele.

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"Be sure you do" said Chris, and she came a little way down the steps and leaned out to kiss Gwen's lips. Gwen reached up during the kiss and slid her hand inside the blonde's red costume, sliding her palm over what felt like a beautifully toned tummy. Chris drew back for a second, and then came down two more steps and wrapping her arms around Gwen, kissed her long and deeply on the lips. Gwen pulled Chris against her and enjoyed the feel of the soft curves in her arms.

This was way more than she had expected as a goodbye!

Later, with Gwen's mind in a bit of a whirl, she found herself looking for Michele, and watching the tracking device on her palm pulsing. It pulsed more quickly when it pointed towards a big expansive beach house perched on a low cliff overlooking the beach, just above where the clone war fights were due to take place.

Chris had told her that it was the home of a wealthy woman who had acquired an expensive clone of Angelina J a famous white actress. The clone was based on Angelina when she was about 25 years old and at her peak . Gwen knew that the woman would not be in the house the next day in the afternoon because she would be at the ring supporting her Angelina J against clones of the Williams sisters, two famous black tennis players, in a handicap match.

Gwen would make her move then, though she might have to be quick. She didn't expect Angelina would last too long against Venus and Serena.

In the meantime she had found Michele, still dazed and laying flat on her back on the sand. It was still very quiet, and where Michele lay was well out of site of the lifeguard tower due to the rock stack between them. Gwen dragged the dark haired beauty down the beach to the sea and doused her with water until the girl made a spluttering recovery.

"I hadn't finished with you had I" said Gwen hauling the girl up by her hair.

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"Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you again, at least not right now. Pull your costume up" said Gwen.

Michele breathed easier and slid the two straps back over her full breasts .

"There" said Gwen, "You look fine". "Now come with me"

"Where are we going?" asked Michele timorously.

"We are going to do lunch!" said Gwen, patting Michele's peachy bum.

While Gwen and Michele sat in their skimpy costumes at a beach café eating lunch Gwen kept an eye on the comings and goings at the big beach house just above them. A private drive led up to the house that ran past the café so Gwen could see exactly who was visiting or leaving, except when a large limo drove in with blackened windows.

There was an alarm, and probably CCTV but she wouldn't need to worry about escaping. Once she had the device she would activate it and jump to the next location.

She wondered why the woman who lived there had been chosen by Hex to look after the transponder. She didn't really care. She was more intrigued as to her employing a 25 year old Angelina Jolie clone. The actress at that age had been at her physical peak and was one of the most beautiful women in the world.

After lunch Gwen rented a one bedroom apartment nearby and prepared for the next day. She took Michele to the apartment and of course at night, after a short trip out to watch over the beach house once more, she was obliged to share the one bed with the centrefold teen, which wasn't an unpleasant experience.

The next day both girls wore their beach costumes once more and set off to watch the fights from a vantage point close to the drive up to the beach house.

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The Angelina fight was predictable. The two Williams sisters were in their element taking it in turns to pound their fists into the tight Angelina Jolie body. When one tired she passed the gorgeous actress to the other to continue the barrage of punches to the body. Angelina was given no time to recover being passed from one opponent to the other, and she was forced to endure a torrent of well delivered punches to her body. The blows soon subdued Angelina. After the first few minutes Angelina was beaten so powerfully that she had nothing left. Her opponents rag dolled her around the ring, and dolled out brutal double teaming assaults on the actress's unprotected belly and breasts. The fight was over as a contest within 5 minutes. What followed then was another 10 minutes of entertainment as the two muscular tennis players worked over Angelina Jolie at their leisure. Gwen enjoyed the spectacle but was itching to secure the transponder now and maybe go back and visit the beautiful young lifeguard for a few practice rounds.

While she was musing, a match began in the ring between Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry and what a match this turned out to be.

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Miley Cyrus left Katy Perry in a heap having finally broken the Californian beauty and then driven home her superiority by taking her rival apart slowly and deliberately in front of the packed crowd.

Miley was all attitude and aggression as she ripped her fists into Katey Perry's supermodel honey gold waist and super sleek golden sides.

Katey had fought well leaving Miley hanging on the ropes at one point, taking solid punches to the abs. Miley was so tough though, and came screaming back at Katey. Her hard fists rocked Katey's head back and smacked into the singer's impossibly firm round breasts. Miley powered her knee repeatedly up into Katey's taut flat stomach tenderising the Californian beauty's smooth toned flesh.

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