Jayda the Mighty

by Richard C. Gray

"Story, Story Story", the little girl cried to her father.

"A bed time story eh," her father said,"well which one?"

"Daady," the little girl whined, "you know which one, I wanna here what happened to Jayda the Mighty."

"Well, well, well," he said as he finished tucking the little girl into bed and sat down beside her, "where did we finish up last time." The little girl lit up with glee, "She was fighting an ogre. And And the ogre was ganna drink up all the water in the cannal, And And she was ganna beat him up for doing it too. And she was wearing a skimpy chain mail bikini as she carried her sword to battle too."

"Oh, yes," he replied, "I remember now. Well let me see. The ogre looked down and scoffed at Jayda The Mighty, "Well Well Well" the giant ogre growled, "if it isn't Jayda the Mighty... Looks like after my drink I'll have a little fun to go with it."

"Don't count on it," Jayda the Mighty replied, "The sight of you makes me want to vomit". She jumped up and struck her sword down on the Ogre's big toe.

The ogre just laughed. "Do you think your pewny sword can affect me. Ha Ha Ha." He slapped his giant arm at her and threw her to the side like an insignificant insect. All the villagers in the kingdom of Pitkin gasped in horror as
they watched their hero crash into the castle wall.

"WHAT!" the little girl cried out, "THAT's not how it goes."

Her father nodded, "Why yes it does dear. You see in real life men are stronger than women. It's just one of those genetic things you're going to have to deal with in life. Men are stronger than women and you're womanly fire will be suppressed the rest of your life because of it. Why construction workers will gawk at you. When you realize that you're not smart enough to get into a decent school you'll work at a topless bar the rest of your life just to make ends meet. It's the order of things dear, men are stronger, and you'll just have to get used to it."

"You're a sexist bastard daddy," the little girl cried.

"Oh now don't fret dear. I'm just telling you this story to get you prepared for real life. That's what all bedtime stories are for."

"I wish mommy was here!" she cried.

"Well, your mother is still getting dollars and loose change stuffed down her g-string and she won't be home for another 3 hours."

"I hate you," she bawled.

"Ah, don't worry dear. Men, as infinite and great as they are, do have one weakness. Just let me finish the story and you'll see. "Jayda the Mighty slowly stood to her feet from the crushing blow given by the ogre. The ogre was about to start to drink up the cannal and she was not strong enough to defeat him nor could she think of any clever plan because she was just a woman. Suddenly it dawned on her that though she could not beat the ogre's strength or defeat his brilliant wit he was a man and susceptible to having his penis used against him. So the brave Jayda the Mighty tightened her chain mail bikini so to give more cleavage, then went up to the ogre. "Hey big boy," she said, "Maybe I was too rash before. As soon as you drink up that lake I'll bet you and I could have a little fun."

As soon as the ogre looked at her cleavage his mighty, male brain turned off and his crotch began to take control of his body. "Really," he said.

"Why sure," she said, "why you being so big and strong." She fluttered her eyes at him as she played with her hair. "Why, it would just turn me on if you could drink up that entire cannal in one gulp."

The ogre's brain was now on a vacation to tahiti as his one male weakness overcame him. "Why sure baby," he said. He knelt down and started trying to take up the entire cannal in just one gulp. Well Jayda was confident that there was just enough water in the cannal so that by the time it was all inside the ogre the ogre would have suffocated, and alas she was right. The giant soffocated and the villagers rejoiced as they strung the ogre's body up and used it to store water during the dry season.

The little girl sighed to herself, "I see... Eventhough I'm not as good as a man I can use my sexuality to manipulate him and make him do things that I want him to do."

"Ah," the father said, "thats my girl. You can manipulate a man into getting married and hell even having children."

"Daddy," she said, "I wanna be like Jayda the Mighty when I grow up."

"Dear," he said, "If your anything like your mother I'm sure you will be."

by Richard "Please don't tell my sisters I wrote this" Gray