Hundred sixty, hundred sixty-one, hundred sixty-two…
Out in the seclusion of their family land, a mile from the nearest village, Missa, a stacked young woman with grey hair since birth, diligently continued her work out as she usually did in the early evening. Impressively toned and fit from years of persistent physical conditioning, her body is outrageously proportioned with a pair of breasts that would be easily considered oversized and wide hips that accent them to an unnatural perfection in the eyes of procreation. Even as she continues her push-ups, she is constantly reminded of the disdain she feels for her body as the very tip constantly taps the floor with every rep. Even with thorough compression and multilayered clothing, the stimulation excites her body, no matter the degree of touch. Every day, she works harder to suppress her body's desires to the point of complete exhaustion.
"Missa." Mother said. "Is it really necessary to do this every day after your chores? You're a girl… where do you get the motivation to work out so intensely every day."
Missa stopped and took a look over at her mother, who carried a basket of dirty laundry, as she brushed her moderately short hair from her face. Although their land is considerably sized, Missa preferred to work closely to the house since it was where the grass was the shortest and less bothersome for her floor workouts. Though it was inconvenient for the laundry line to be within close proximity to where she preferred to train since it invited her mother's bothersome comments when she would pass.
"Mother. I'm free to do whatever I like after I finish my daily work for you. If you'd like me to do something else, I can help father out in the fields, too."
"Missa. I refuse to let you out onto those fields. You're old enough to mother children now, you should try focusing on more motherly things." Mother ordered. "Why not take up knitting? You'll be grateful to learn it at that age before you have your own child, or even children."
"I have no intention of having any children." Missa quickly refuted. "I'd rather have a sword of my own and learn to swing it than ever worry about children or a husband. I'll be damned if I ever end my life so moderately."
Missa stood from her grounded position as she limbered and loosened her muscular body. The sweat glistened in a fusion with the light of the sun against her deeply tanned skin. The added reflection further defined her voluptuous curves and lean muscle. Her bosom let loose subtle movements under the strain of her tightened cloth restraints as it swayed from side to side.
"You know how your father is with his sword, I don't think that chance will come any time soon, but I have no doubts you'll be able to find a husband in no time, Missa. Your body has been blessed greatly by the Goddess of Fertility, Taramita, herself. I'm certain you're meant to mother many children. This is something to be proud of."
Missa's fierce eyes narrowed as her mother spoke as she eventually scoffed. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed snugly under her bosom as she took a break away from the sun.
"Don't even remind me, mother. I'm more than aware of my body. Why do you think I even started this work out? No matter much effort I put into each session, and even as my muscles grew, my damn chest didn't stop either. I thought that they were just filled with fat and could be worked away, but they still grow. I'd rather just be rid of these bothersome growths than ever acknowledge them in any such way."
"Ah, that reminds me. I better get started knitting tonight. I bet those clothes are starting to get tight. Why not join me?"
"No, mother. I told you that I have no intention of having children." Missa said. "I'll just buy new clothes for myself in the future when I move out. I'll be a great adventurer. I'm sure of it."
Missa's mother let out a quiet laugh as she swung the sheets onto the line.
"I remember thinking the same way as your age." She giggled. "What about that fellow, Toma? Didn't you have a crush on him when you were kids? I heard he was asking about you to your father."
"Mother, I was eight at the time. Please. I'd rather you not mention those filthy simpletons. Especially not that asshole, Toma. I haven't forgotten what he used to say and do to me because of my hair color when we were kids. I won't trust that guy ever again. I've seen the way he looks at me now when I go into town in the mornings. Every man for that matter. I know they're just seeing my body now. There's no other reason. I haven't spoken to them in years."
"Now, now, Missa. You're a very beautiful young woman, too. I knew this ever since you were that little girl that would come running home in tears. I knew they would switch real quick when you became of age. It's only natural."
Missa clicked her tongue as she left the shade of the house and back into the sun.
"What if I hadn't, though? That's what really bothers me." Missa said. "I'm gonna go from a run."
"Be careful. Watch for yourself out there."
"I know. I'll be back before sundown, mother."
With a simple wave back, Missa began her jog as she entered the forest through a familiar trail. Although this was understandably dangerous to take her run into an unclaimed forest where wild beasts roamed, she found peace to be away from lingering eyes. Even for her own family, Missa did not feel comfortable to even feel her body's fat sway in the way it does in front of them. No matter who, the thought of eyes from any onlooker was a constant reminder to how vulgar and perverse her body has become, but alone, her mind was calm from such thoughts.
Missa took a brisk jump across a fallen log as her run entered the apex of his journey into the forest, the furthest point from home and also the least travelled because of its excess vegetation.
The young woman came to an abrupt stop as her eyes caught the figures of familiar beasts. A family of bears, specifically two cubs and a mother. Her workout run could also be defined as a search for these beasts. Mother bears were particularly aggressive with their young. She was Missa's ideal training partner. It seemed that today she was lucky as she found them easily.
The mother bear immediately began to growl at the woman.
Missa smirked and crossed her arms.
"Enough with this whole show. When are you gonna come at me, huh?" She asked the beast. "You know I won't hurt you. Come on, let's play a little."
Missa uncrossed her arms and took a step to the side. The bear no longer growled after Missa's sudden movements. It appeared that Missa finally managed to provoke the bear enough because the massive beast took off at her.
The young woman was quick to react as she ran away from the aggressive bear. Missa was very swift despite her non-aerodynamic body. Her max speed was quickly reached on the uneven ground of the forest, but the speed wasn't nearly enough to outmatch the bear's. She was steadily losing ground against the beast with only a meter between the two.
"Alright then, I've still got some room." Missa spoke to the bear. "Let's see what you've got."
The woman, even at an impressively fast pace, wrapped her arm around a nearby tree, spun her body around, and threw her feet behind the tree. With incredible strength and dexterity, Missa's balance remained unfazed as she twisted into pace and continued to sprint. The drop in her overall speed was almost unnoticeable.
The bear was significantly slower to match her turn time and continued acceleration, but nonetheless, continued to give chase.
"Ha ha! That's it, you damn old bitch! You must be pissed today!"
Missa quickly pivoted around and came to a full stop as she slammed her back against another nearby tree.
"I admire that tenacity! Let's do something different today then!" Missa yelled at the bear that charged at her. Missa's eyes were full and her smile was wide with excitement. Even as she huffed for breath, her spine tingled with the chill of exhilaration as the hair across her body stood.
The bear's visage quickly came face to face with Missa. Rather than claw or bite, the bear raised its entire upper body and prepared to throw it on her. The beast was tired of the chase and wanted to maul.
Missa boldly stared down the bear until the last possible moment. Rather than roll out of the way, Missa chose the more difficult maneuver on mere whim. She dropped to a crouch, with her back bent down as far as her chest allowed, and twisted her body into a hard half-circle pivot. Her hide boots yielded very little, if any, helpful grip on the forest floor covered with leaves, but with her precise upper body swing and trained muscles, the move was expertly executed. Now to her feet and directly out of the bear's grasp, She didn't hesitate to sprint away, back to where she came.
The bear, suddenly without a target, fell onto the tree's trunk and Missa was free from her attacks, again.
As Missa ran out of the forest, the smile could not be extinguished from her face.
"God! What a great feeling! What elation!" Missa yelled in exhaustion as she emerged from the forest line. "This really is the greatest high!"
Ever since her first encounter with the bear, Missa could no longer ignore the sheer pleasure that enraptured her after she would overcome the danger. Just a simple remembrance of the encounter deepened her breath without exhaustion as a familiar and peculiar warmth crept from the center of her body. Her most sensitive spot twitched as the heat heightened. The act of her return home gradually grew in difficulty as the sensations of her crotch became unbearably uncomfortable.
Missa hobbled back to her house at the backdoor and grabbed the bucket of water she prepared beforehand. After a few swigs, she promptly dunked her head into the lukewarm liquid. The action, however, could do little to quell the flush that encapsulated her body. Even if the timing wasn't perfect, Missa could do little to fight against emotion that tore through her common sense.
After only a few more swigs, Missa left the house again and out into the backyard. In a close distance, near the forest line, there was a tree that she would hide behind for these desperate moments. When the urge of her nature seemed to expand beyond their limits, there was only this place that she relied on for complete safety and comfort of mind.
The tightness of her chest was at its peak as she desperately removed her knitted shirt to reveal her tightly tied undergarments, a thin, wrapped layer of clothing pulled together by a simple needle.
Personally, Missa didn't like how tightly she kept the cloth, it was uncomfortable and difficult to breath at times, but it was worse without, for it hurt to run and overall made her balance ever so slightly inconsistent. However, she couldn't deny the pleasure she found when it came time to undo the wrap. With just a slip of the needle from the cloth, her bosom sprung free from its hold and sagged downward. Her breasts were very noticeably pale aside her deeply sun-soaked skin, and her nipples and areola were a faint pinkish tone, they protruded ever so slightly from the curvature of her breasts.
Missa sighed with relief deeply and she dropped her bum onto the ground beside the tree. Swiftly, she undid the strings of her pants and slipped them off to reveal her womanhood in the open.
Her breath hastened as her hands' fingers began to work. With incredible dexterity and quickened pace, her fingers pistoned and danced faster. The entirety of her being oozed heat. As her work began to reach its apex, her hips steadily began to match pace.
Finally, in a white-minded splendor, she'd finish her answer to the desire that remained still as embers. As usual per every session, she'd stare into the blue clouded sky, empty minded as her body jolted a few more times. Reason slowly began to return to her mind again as the reality of her deed took root with slight regret.
"It's my loss again."
For as much Missa wished to deny this flame of lust within her, she ultimately would fall victim to its jaws of temptation. Again, she was a slave to it.
Before she could even mentally or physically gather herself from her self-indulgent action, a sharp and shrill scream cried out into the open area. The proximity and dread behind the voice quickly sobered Missa' airy mind state. She realized the urgency and knew she could afford little time to prepare herself again. With only her pants pulled up and her knitted shirt thrown on, she rushed back towards her wooden home without another moment's doubt.
As Missa ran with her quickest pace, she noticed a few pillars of smoke rise in the distance. The distance wasn't far. The village was surely under attack.
The young woman, without a moment of tact, brazenly kicked the back door open.
"Mother! Mother!" She cried out into their home.
There was no answer, only the shuffle of metal footsteps atop of their home's wooden floor neared her.
"Ho, ho! Would you look at this broad!" A soldier said.
The backdoor connected to the mudroom, which was a small room that housed their farming tools and few potted seedlings.
Rather than her Mother, an ugly, unfamiliar man responded to her desperate calls. He had an iron cap on his head with thick leather armor and wielded a fairly large dull sword, caked with a deep crimson drip.
"You bastard! Where is my mother?!" Missa demanded.
Before the smirking soldier could respond, another similar looking man stood behind the first one.
"Hey, Jerim. To think she had a daughter like this, though. We sure got lucky with this house, huh?" The first soldier said to the other. "Look at those tits, They're massive! we certainly found quite the bitch this time."
The soldier's face twisted with a laugh as the other joined with him.
"You're damn right. God damn. She ain't even hiding it. Try not to hurt her too much, yeah? This one'll be nice to bring on the road." The second soldier added.
Missa tightened her glare and fists as the two men jeered at her. Again, as they ignored her questions, others saw nothing but a body in front of them. They were completely heartless before the innocent and distraught young woman. She was a simple prize for their unempathetic efforts.
"Alright, you scum." Missa said with intense seethe. "I'm going to rip out your fucking throats then feed it back to the both of you before you say another damn word."
The soldiers' smile dropped from their visage.
"Quite the mouth from such a delicate looking face. Your life is in our hands now, you wench." The first soldier said. "You'd be smart not to test our patience."
There were a few potential weapons in the mudroom to choose from. A shovel might be good for a decent bludgeon device. The sickle could be fairly effective to achieve deep cuts in human flesh. Even the trowel was an option to gouge out the eyes of a target with enough effort, but with all of these potential choices to arm herself with, Missa chose none and charged the two armed men with her bare hands. Her eyes were dead set on their lives with no other room for thought.
To the soldier who had have gone through multiple campaigns and raids against fierce men in combat that might easily result in their death at any moment, it was an absurd sight as the unarmed woman's untamed breasts flopped and bounced loosely within the simple knitted shirt. Although she ran at them with heavy kill intent, this was hardly a terrifying situation for either of them, rather it was a dream battle for them. If someone wanted to kill them, these soldier's would prefer a woman like her any day. Meekly, the first soldier raised his sword for a quick and slight injury to Missa. He feared a deep cut might invite infection when they'd travel on the road later.
Missa was strong, very strong, maybe a little too strong for a farm girl. The soldier quickly realized this as her fist crashed into his face in just a blink. He completely underestimated the large breasted beauty that aimed for his life as she swiftly broke his nose and pushed him to the ground. Without a moment to gather himself, the first soldier's windpipe was crushed by her solid fist.
The second soldier couldn't believe his eyes as his comrade was overwhelmed in an instant. It was just a simple village girl, he hadn't even drawn his sword yet. In the moment's hesitation and surprise, he instinctively took a step away from the unarmed woman, back through the door frame, as he drew his sword. He was forced to respect her speed and strength.
Missa noticed the second soldier's more attentive stance as he took a step back. She stood from the other soldier that withered about with asphyxiation. She was presented with a grand moment to arm herself with a proper weapon. Again, she ignored the opportunity without another thought. Missa had no interest, she only wanted to use her bare hands to end their lives.
"You're next."
After a quick glance around, Missa charged forward again. The soldier was far more cautious of her than her first strike. With his sword in front of him, his eyes carefully traced her speed so he could strike at the time she would be in range. Just as she stepped in range, the soldier swung his sword strongly downward with the intent to kill.
Before it could land, it stopped. The long broadsword blade was caught on the edge of the doorframe to the mudroom.
Missa smiled deeply as she took a long stride into her full force punch squarely onto the second soldier's jaw. The man's eyes rolled up as his body stiffened and fell to the floor. The brawny woman swiftly took her iron tight hands upon the throat of the dazed man. With every muscle within her hands and arms, she tightened.
"Die, you bastard!" She roared.
The other soldier mouth foamed and color began to fade from his skin. He was also soon dead.
She rose from the body and looked around. Although she was still furious, she was also fearful for what happened to her mother. The soldier's bloodied blade looked fresh.
"Mother." Missa said. "Mother, are you there? It's safe now."
Her heart's anxiety increased further as her ears were desperate for a response. She moved faster with eyes racing across their small home. Her sight passed her mother's chair where a partially knitted piece of clothing remained. This is where she should've been.
"Mother, please. Answer me." She said again.
She wasn't there. The house was just Missa and the two dead soldiers.
Missa opened the front door, and soon ran in a rush. Upon the grass near the road to the village, her mother laid face down in a pool of her own blood. It was a sight that she desperately feared to find in her search.
She paused with tears swelled within her eyes.
"Mother." she spoke again. There was nothing. Neither a sound nor a twitch from the body.
Her vision blurred as tears streamed across her face.
She soon confirmed it as she cried deeply. Her mother was dead.
"I can't… weep now." Missa spoke to herself amidst her anguish. "Father needs me. I need to save Father. Mother… I'm sorry to leave you. I have to go."
The young woman wiped her face, to little avail, as tears continued to stream and quickly ran from her home.
Even as her eyes were still swollen with tears, the fire's intense flames pierced strongly into her vision as she turned to see their village's crop fields were decimated by the destruction. She was forced to pause in her panicked search for her father as she realized the sheer number of soldiers that marched and swarmed through their humble, small town. There were multiple divisions of soldiers in rank in the far distance.
'There's too many.' She thought. 'A few soldiers isn't too bad, but this isn't just a simple subjugation force, this is an entire army! I… can't possibly find Father like this. There's also those two… They'll look for them soon!'
Even despite the swirl of anguish, regret, and frustration, Missa stood with a smile and a flood of tears. In the ranks of soldiers, a flag flew proudly about them. A golden lion visage upon a red flag.
I'll definitely kill these bastards one day. I will find who decided to do this to me.
***
"Lord Jerad, the houses have been cleared and land was salted as commanded." The soldier reported. "This village is no more."
The nobleman, Jerad, sat upon his horse and gazed at the distant smoke that rose from the trees ahead. This village was only the first of many as they would begin to circle Yurel's capitol, Torealope. He gave a slight grunt to acknowledge the hastened nature of their accomplishment.
"Good." He said. "Let us move east then. The scouts' maps said there should be a few more on this northside of the country. We have the preemptiveness for now, but Yurel will soon receive word of these attacks and mobilize. Post some men on the roads and watch them carefully. We mustn't let survivors spread word yet, not until winter at least."
"Well, sir. I've already given the command out for a search party. There was one house where we did suffer some casualties." The soldier explained. "We discovered two of our men were killed in a village resident's house."
"An ex-soldier, perhaps?" Jerad spoke. "That would not be good for us if he managed to escape."
"Maybe, sir. Oddly, there were no wounds on the soldiers. So he must've been unarmed."
"No wounds?" He asked. "How were the men killed, then?"
"Both appeared to have suffocated to death, we discovered bruises around one's neck and the other seemed to have their throat crushed."
"Oh my, such brutality. The person must be quite formidable to do that to two armed men."
"Indeed."
"I'm glad you've brought that to my attention, but I would try not to commit too many men to that individual. Just watch the roads to the south. The nearest village from here is where we're headed. Our scouts will catch them if they try to move ahead of the army. If they are a soldier they'll be headed southward, which is the nearest Yurelian garrison. Just post some men around the perimeter in that direction. With so many patrols and such a distance, they'll likely die before they get there. Even still, it'd delay them significantly on foot."
"I shall send the orders immediately, Lord Jerad."