Chapter 10 - Warrior Queens
Amanda, captured by the giant amazons is taken to their boss.
Protector
by capta
So far…
Amanda fought through Perry's Drug Factory and grabbed five vials of the blue liquid they make. She took it to the local Indagator HQ and, with the mage Aketcha, learned the blue liquid was a low-level mutagen that causes excessive muscle development, augments stamina, and makes the Amazon ladies giant. On her way back to her hotel, Amanda is taken by the Warrior Queens.
Chapter 10 – Warrior Queens
Unable to see, the amazons guided Amanda. She inhaled deeply; the scent of the amazons stood out. The extreme virility, crammed in their colossal scrotum, slapped her like a brick. Their pussy bellowed extraordinary fertility. Her quad testes thrummed, seed churned over in the mare's floor-touching scrotum like a thick slurry, more potent than imaginable. Her twin slabs of horse meat twitched in her sheath. More precum blotched her dress. Her twin wombs fluttered, stuffed with eggs of impossible fertility. The mare's heat suddenly turned up, and milk leaked from her tits and udder more profusely. Her sack burbled and deepened her rut.
Amanda shook off the feeling. There was more sway to her endowments than before. The amazons attempted to encase the Indagator, a difficult task due to her gargantuan assets. Ultimately, they gave up and walked her in the right direction. She tugged on her handcuffs; the metal screeched in protest. Amanda nearly snapped them off. She considered fighting but ultimately decided against it. Her curiosity won out. The mare wondered who the amazon's boss was.
While Amanda followed the amazons, she smelled a hot dog stand to the left. Followed by the smell of ink and paper in the nearby building. She continued this until the amazons removed her blindfold. She blinked, and her eyes rapidly adjusted. A blank sign, lined with bright bulbs, pointed to a nondescript door. An amazon knocked. A slit opened.
“Hmph," a feminine voice grunted. The door creaked open. Amanda stared at the doorframe and then back at her humongous endowments. She made one hoof-step, her assets rumbling and stretching. Amanda winced. I'm so full.
“Good luck fitting through the door," one of the amazons sneered. Amanda stepped into the door and immediately got stuck. Her endowments protested, their size over-shadowing. Fluids gushed out of her like a waterfall and soaked the floor. Amanda pushed harder until, eventually, she popped through. A deep, extensive puddle of fluids was left in her wake. The amazons watched her in awe.
Inside the building, circular tables stretched out around her, filled with patrons. She smelled the booze. On an open floor in the middle, several people danced. Some held drinks, while others moved gracefully. A stage overlooked the dance floor, and a band played smooth jazz. The sound rolled over like a silky blanket.
“A speakeasy?" Amanda asked.
“Our speakeasy," an amazon next to the mare motioned to her comrades.
“What flapper did you catch?" the amazon by the door asked.
“One that can kill us; look at her eyes," another amazon beside the mare answered.
A moment later, the amazon's eyes shot wide, clouded by fear, “Marie! Get her out of here! She'll kill us all in the blink of an eye!"
“There's only one of her and more of us," the amazon responded.
Amanda smirked.
“Did you see them in the war?! They slaughtered thousands! Without batting an eye!"
Marie frowned, "she's cuffed; we're taking her to the boss."
“You think the boss can stop an Indagator?!" the amazon threw her arms up.
“You suggesting she can't?" the air tensed.
The amazon swallowed, “no, not at all!" she backed off.
“Good; otherwise, the boss might be unhappy," Marie added. She nudged the mare, and they stopped and looked at the narrow passage around the speakeasy.
“I'm not going to fit," Amanda bluntly stated. Her titanic endowments rumbled ominously. Her dress got soaked; her absorption pads expired. An extensive puddle formed at her hooves.
Marie raised her brow, “are you backed up?"
“Unbelievably so," she winced, her endowments ached.
Marie cracked a smile. " I would love to go a round," her calf-length man-rod slipped out of its sheath; her prodigious dress bulge grew. Unfortunately, the big cheese is waiting for you. The milker must do," the amazon's giant scrotum sloshed, disappointed. We have some C-class milkers in the back."
“I'm not a C-class," Amanda responded.
Marie gave her a stunned look, "if you're not a C-class, then-"
“I'm a leviathan class," the mare interrupted. Her endowments rumbled.
“The only leviathan-class milker we have is the boss's."
“That won't be enough," her assets groaned, a pained expression on her face. They're really full."
“How's a leviathan-class milker, not enough?"
“My leviathan gene makes my endowments planetary-sized."
Marie blinked, “horseradish. How's that even possible?"
“I'm not lying," Amanda stared at the amazon.
“Then what's the prod-?" she cut herself off, "fine, how much time before you flood everything?"
“Enough time for me to talk to your boss."
“Then?"
“We'll see."
Marie threw her arms up, “are you serious?!"
“Look, no matter what happens, I will never wash everything away. I simply refuse; I would rather have my endowments bloat in size than flood the world." Amanda firmly stated.
“Let's go then; since the normal passage is too small, we'll have to go through the speakeasy."
Tables and chairs screeched across the floor, and patrons gave the mare a wide berth. Amanda's colossal endowments loomed and effortlessly shoved people and furniture out of her way. Eventually, Marie led the mare to a massive pair of doors. She pushed open the doors and nudged the Indagator inside. A naked, gigantic moose-anthro lounged against a pile of cushions. Crates stacked around her.
“Here she is, boss." Marie stepped away.
Amanda craned her neck; the moose-amazon's height easily doubled her height. She cracked her knuckles and leaned over. Her gargantuan tits pressed against the ground. The sweet aroma of milk filled the Indagator's nostrils, and puddles formed beneath the amazon's breasts, "so you're the rascal," the amazon glared at her. Amanda shoved her dread aside and breathed. The moose-amazon straightened her back.
A floor-length moose dick hid in the amazon's gargantuan sheath. She walked up to a crate and pulled out a blue vial. Her scrotum swayed and sloshed with every step, nearly reaching the ground. She downed the vial. Her body convulsed, and the amazon's giant moose-pussy gushed fem-cum. The rest of her assets followed suit. She flexed her arm, ten times thicker than a tree trunk. Her muscles bulged obscenely.
“I'm Irene, leader of the Warrior Queens. Now tell me, tiny, who are you?"
“Amanda," the mare responded.
Irene stared her down, "rumor has it you killed my girls."
The horse met her gaze. Her expression was calm. She remained silent.
Irene raised her fist, “BITCH!"
“Boss, wait!" Marie tried to stop her.
Irene struck.
Amanda's tits erupted, her clothes ripped asunder. Her planetary mass kept her upright but sent her reeling. Thud! The Indagator collapsed. Her bones were pulverized, and breast milk flooded the room. Irene jumped back, alarmed.
“What was that?"
“A fraction of the overflow," Amanda groaned, her voice hoarse.
“She's alive?! Marie sputtered, soaked.
“You want some more?!" Irene yelled.
Amanda's bones knitted back together. A fist went wild, the mare sidestepped, and the amazon's fist shattered her handcuffs. Irene's eyes sparked, full of fear. “Get her!"
Marie called other amazons into the room; some slipped on the milk while others jumped the Indagator. Amanda struck the nearest amazon, avoided the fist of another, and returned a blow of her own. She rummaged through her cleavage. Her hands found metal; Amanda smiled and pulled out her sword. Its scabbard clattered to the side. She readied the blade. An amazon lunged at her; she pirouetted around them, sliced their arm off, and then removed their head. Thud! Another amazon attacked her from the flank. Her fist found its mark. Amanda stumbled. Another fist flew; the Indagator removed an arm and stabbed the amazon.
“STOP!" Irene roared, and all the amazons stopped. Amanda pulled her blade out of one and scanned the others around her.
“What are you?" Irene asked.
Amanda smirked, “an Indagator."
The moose-amazon's fist clenched, “what do you want?"
Amanda looked around. "I want you to stop selling that," she said, pointing to the crates filled with blue vials.
Irene laughed, “not until the Matriarchy is wiped out."
Amanda raised a brow, “the Matriarchy of Blood?"
“You know them?" the amazon stepped closer to the mare. She spun around, her blade pointed at the enormous amazon.
“I only heard of them at Perry's." Amanda studied the moose-anthro; she doubted her ability to take her and the gang out.
“Then perhaps you might be useful," Irene responded, grabbing another blue vial. She downed it and shuddered. Her scrotum clenched, and the amazon's dick blasted semen like a fire hose. Seed spattered the crates. She breathed, “I have a request for you," the amazon signaled the others. They relaxed. Amanda lowered her blade.
“Kill them," Irene spoke, her teeth clenched.
The mare frowned, “I'm not a hired killer."
One of the amazons scoffed.
The Indagator shot her a glare.
The boss grabbed another vial. Her muscles bulged, milk sprayed everywhere, and seed splattered the wall. She tossed the empty vial aside, saying, "Then I'll keep selling."
“How about I talk to them?"
Irene snorted, "like hell, that'll happen, but sure, give it a try," she grabbed a vial and spun around. Her scrotum swayed while her tits sloshed. Ropes of fem-cum flew to the side. She downed it and soaked another wall, “you'll find the Matriarchy at Farmer and Sole's."
Amanda retrieved her sword scabbard and tossed it down her bust. She stopped by the local breeding facility and emptied her endowments. She downed a potion at the hotel, and her body rapidly healed. Shortly afterward, the mare went to sleep. She woke the following day, grabbed her sword and pistol, then emptied her endowments. Afterward, she set off to Farmer and Sole's. Red brick walls surrounded the building. Amanda drummed her fingers atop the wall. Should I get a job here?
An anthro walked outside and spotted the mare.
“Sorry, big dame, private property."
“I'm here on business."
“For who?" The anthro lit a cigarette.
“The Warrior Queens." Amanda tested her luck.
“Can't say I recognize the name."
“Are there giant amazonian people inside the factory?"
The anthro puffed on his cigarette, “what's it to ya?"
“They're part of a gang called the Matriarchy of Blood. They make a low-level mutagen."
“That's alotta applesauce you're throw'in about. Sure yer not lookin for the nearest breeding facility? Certainly got the stuff for it," the anthro eyed Amanda's colossal endowments.
The Indagator sighed irritably, “just tell me if giant women work in the factory."
The anthro put out his cigarette. " I don't know how much of a woman they are. Most of them got giant logs. Boy, have I ever felt spinach," he shook his head.
“I need to talk to them."
The anthro gave Amanda a strange look, “Lady, I assure you, you're easily four times their size," he chuckled.
“I need to talk to them," The mare reiterated.
“Got any dough on ya? I'll open the gate for an abe's cave."
Amanda gave the anthro a straight face. She rummaged through her skirt and pulled out a five-dollar bill, "open the gate."
“Hand over the dough first."
“Look at my eyes."
The anthro met her gaze and froze.
“Open. The. Gate." Amanda stated menacingly.
“Right away, young lady!" the anthro fumbled with the gate. It creaked open. He made a significant step, "sorry about the misunderstandin Indagator I hope I didn't make no beef with ya."
Amanda tossed the five-dollar bill at the anthro. He flinched.
“You're a bent," Amanda said as she strode past him and entered the factory. She drew several stares.
“Beat it, fluzie!" a giant amazon approached. " This here is a den of bearcats," the amazon smiled. Others joined her.
“I'll show you a bearcat," Amanda leveled her Hawkeye pistol, “I want to speak to your leader."
“You think that peashooter will hurt us?" the amazon smirked.
“Want to find out?" the mare thumbed the hammer.
“Do it, piker," the amazon continued to smile.
Amanda shrugged and squeezed the trigger. Her bullet ripped a gaping hole straight through the amazon's knee. Thud! The amazon clutched her knee, “you bitch! Get her!"
The other amazons moved in, and Amanda leaped back. She threw out her palm and sent a shockwave, knocking several amazons down. Gunshots echoed in the factory. One slammed into an amazon's giant boob. Another got close, but her fist missed the Indagator. She spun her pistol and beamed the amazon across the head. She clutched her scalp, blood spurted from her fractured skull. Another twirl, Amanda pulled the trigger and killed the amazon. More moved in, the mare pirouetted around them, and more bullets fired downrange.
“STOP!!" an amazon, taller than the rest, yelled.
Amanda snapped her pistol over.
“Look at her eyes, you worthless jiggers!" the tallest continued.
A quick glance and the amazons hurriedly retreated.
“What do you want, Indagator?" the other amazons formed a line around the tallest one.
“To speak to your leader."
“Why?"
“I want to make an arrangement between you and the Warrior Queens."
The amazon crossed her arms and rested them on her massive bust. Milk soaked her dress. “And why would you be interested in that?"
“Both of you need to stop selling your illegal mutagen."
“Liquid Amazon?"
Amanda nodded.
The amazon chuckled, “sure, I'll take you to her. You're wasting your time though," she turned to the others, "stand down, sisters. Follow me, Indagator."
Amanda spun her pistol and holstered it. She followed the amazon.
“Call me Martha."
The mare found the factories remarkably similar, from the vats where the mutagen was made to the production line. At some point, she split off from Martha and walked toward a stack of crates.
“Hey! What are you doing?!"
Amanda grabbed five blue vials.
Martha frowned, “sure, make this worse."
The Indagator followed the amazon down several roads until they found another nondescript building with an arrow pointing to it.
“The door's too small for you," Martha knocked; a slit opened, and she crouched and peered through it. The slit slammed shut, and the door creaked open.
Another amazon stood in the doorway, “who's this?"
“An Indagator that killed some of our sisters,"
The amazon's face warped, enraged, “why did you bring the bitch here? Should've killed her where she stood."
Martha fixed the amazon with a serious gaze, “She's an Indagator."
The amazon spat at the mare, “mutant freak."
Amanda winced but quickly hid it.
The amazon stepped aside.
Amanda stared at the doorway, then back at her colossal endowments. She sighed and wedged herself in the door. More of her fluids soaked her dress. A large puddle quickly formed. She wriggled and squirmed.
The other amazons looked on bemused, “she gets stuck in doorways like the big cheese," they chuckled. Eventually, the mare made it inside and left an extensive puddle of fluids.
“Follow me," Martha said, leading the Indagator through their speakeasy to a large pair of doors. The amazon pushed the doors open, saying, "Boss, you've got company."
Inside a large room, crates nearly touched the ceiling. In the middle sat a naked deer anthro. Gigantic, she easily doubled Amanda's own height. The boss stood up. Her endowments barely cleared the ground. With every hoofstep, her assets swayed and sloshed. A ridiculous trail of fluids followed her. The anthro's muscles bulged obscenely, fur stretched thin. She took a swig of a vial and shuddered. Her endowments pulsed grotesquely and blasted fluids all over the crates.
“Why did you bring me this weakling? Do I need to show her a real woman?" she smiled.
“No, boss, she killed some of our sisters," Martha answered.
The giant amazon glared at the mare. She clenched her fist, and her muscles flexed. "How!?" the deer snapped.
“Boss, she's an Indagator."
A flicker of fear danced in the amazon's eyes. She quickly suppressed it, “why did you come Indagator? And why should I not kill you now?" the amazon bent down, her massive breasts bulged, pressed into the ground. Her cock and balls did the same. Fluids sprayed the floor.
“Because I came here to stop you and the Warrior Queens from selling Liquid Amazon."
The deer-anthro laughed, “I'll stop when the Warrior Queens stop."
Amanda sighed, “will you at least negotiate with them?"
“Talk to those saps?" she chuckled, “tell you what tiny, find us some neutral grounds and we'll see what happens."
Amanda left. She followed her sense of smell and found the Warrior Queens speakeasy. She spoke to the amazon at the door: "the Matriarchy of Blood is willing to negotiate on neutral grounds."
The slit slammed shut, and a few moments later, the door swung open. Marie stood in the doorway, "we accept." The door closed, leaving Amanda outside. She emptied her bloated endowments and went to the police station.