Interlude in Hawaii
(Last Revision: 9-Apr-96)
by Sharon Best
Fairchild and Chris stood out on the patio, her arms wrapped tightly around Chris’ neck, kissing him deeply while her tongue lightly teased his teeth and tongue, relaxing her firm embrace just enough to let him respond to her. His hands eagerly moved up from her narrow waist, across the firm musculature of her back, finally moving between their bodies to cup her generous breasts, his hands holding her softness with all of his strength. His growing need pressed firmly against her firm flat stomach, his fingers expertly teasing her aroused nipples as his kisses softly moved downward across her neck and then back up again to meet her soft lips. Fairchild closed her eyes in enjoyment, letting herself drift while his hands moved up to roam over her shoulders and arms, his fingers tracing the contours of her remarkable muscles.
She knew he never tired of feeling her fantastic muscles and her supple skin: the dramatic contrasts of steel and satin that her body presented. She obliged him as she always did so eagerly, gently flexed her arms so he could feel her muscles turn into the living steel they were capable of, realizing as always that it excited her as much as it did him. She felt her own body soaring upward in arousal as she flexed, her genetic programming kicking in as she did so, her wonderful obsession with her strength and powers making her body tingle as he once again was thrilled by her unique body, the body of the strongest being in the universe, Aurora!
“Enough, Chris,” Fairchild finally said as she picked him up and held him at arms length, his legs dangling in mid-air, the spell barely broken as she was forced to use all her willpower to resist him. “I promised myself that I would go to LA today to see if I could find that Arion woman.”
“Hey, you started this,” he responded with a grin as he quickly reached out with thumbs and forefingers to grasp and then roll her steel-hard nipples between them, again using all of his enhanced strength.
Laughing, Fairchild let him go as she swept backward, her feet never touching the floor, her body just barely able to resist his charms. Putting a mock frown on her face she said, “Just don’t let Laura wear you out before I can get back!”
Turning almost too fast for Chris to track with his eyes, her long blond hair flying in the wind, she leaped nearly a mile up into the sky with a simple yet powerful flex of her beautiful legs, the sight of her using her awesome strength once again taking his breath away!
Walking quickly to the open patio door, he watched her graceful flight for the few seconds it took for her rapidly shrinking form to disappear into the blue sky. He stared after her for a few more minutes, idly wondering for the hundredth time what it must feel like to be able to fly like that, to have so much strength that it could be channeled that way! Finally shaking his head in wonder, he turned to walk back into the bedroom.
*
He couldn’t help but smile broadly when he entered the dimly lit room again, his eyes focusing on Laura as she lay flat on her back, one arm across her flat stomach, her body angled across the rumpled sheets that covered Fairchild’s bed. She was so beautiful as she slept!
Looking around the room, he saw the broken furniture and the carelessly tossed items of clothing hanging from the dressers, smiling as he remembered the wildly enthusiastic lovemaking that had just been shared again by three good friends.
“Well, last night was one for the record books,” he said softly to himself, his eyes following Laura’s firm breasts as they rose and fell gently with her deep breathing. Her huge rounded tits, seemingly completely unaffected by gravity despite their size, poked straight up into the air, almost as if she was inviting his mouth to caress and hold her firm nipples once again! He finally sat down beside her on the bed, staring at her tanned and gorgeous body, lightly running his hand slowly down across the soft ripples of her firm flat stomach, his mind reflecting back on the last two months.
The three of them had been incredible together, their lovemaking talents growing as their relationship grew, the three of them inseparable now, so much in love with each other. He could now hardly remember the first difficult days that Fairchild and he had spent together after their brief separation. He had still been somewhat insecure and angry with her, the pain and embarrassment he had felt when Fair had dropped him in favor of David, a full-blooded Velorian male, having not completely healed.
But he was OK with it now, finally understanding why she had done it: her wild passion to have a child had overridden everything else, the brief relationship with David unfortunately had been unsuccessful in achieving that goal. After David had been killed by Sil, it had taken Fair many months to accept that it was now extremely unlikely that she would ever have a child. In spite of their normal arrogance, Velorian men rarely journeyed beyond the atmosphere of Velor, the role of adventurer and Protector being embraced by the more daring women of Velor. In addition, she could never go home. The Dimensional Gap to Velor was not something she could cross - even if she would have been welcomed on Velor, which she would not have been. Protectors were never allowed home; the necessary violence of their existence on the primitive planets they protected was not welcomed back on the home world.
Behind all of that were the procreation practices of Velor. Pregnancy being the ultimate social anathema, all life instead was created and nurtured in the automated laboratories of that planet. The availability of physically-capable males would have meant nothing back home. None of them would have ever socialized with a Protector, and even less with one who wanted to become naturally pregnant!
So here they were now, in a relationship of one man and two women. Despite the unequal balance, the relationship remained non-competitive, the energies and enthusiasms of their bodies never excluding a partner. It also helped that Fair and Laura were clearly bisexual in their preferences!
The Present, Fairchild’s House (30-Mar-96)
While each of them had their own bedroom, they almost always shared the same bed, the one that Chris had had made in a very special way to utilize several cleverly-designed shock absorbers that could handle the stresses from Arion and Velorian muscles. These shock absorbers had initially been developed to isolate entire buildings from earthquakes, their hydraulics capable of cushioning millions of pounds of pressure.
Despite the fact that the power of the women’s muscles when in this bed was simply used to pleasure their partners, the pressures exerted against their partners, the impacts against the Earth beneath them - not to mention the flying bedroom furniture! - were all vastly beyond the ability of ordinary structures to withstand. A smile crossed Chris’ lips even now as he thought back to the first night the three of them had used this bed!
Despite a lot of practice, it was clear that neither Laura nor Fair were ever going to be able to learn to maintain satisfactory control of their immense strengths when they were totally aroused. In fact, the whole country knew that now, thanks to this strange woman named Bo with her TV interview on that LA television station, the station interrupting their normal programming to run an hour long news special that was broadcast live! ! Laura and Chris had been astounded when she had appeared on TV, wearing something that only suggested clothing, her body flexing in characteristic Arion ways as she had demonstrated strength that was almost in the same class as Laura herself! Yet her hair color was far too light for an Arion, it was almost blond!
Chris was thinking back now to Bo’s sudden and unplanned appearance on TV, finding that his memories of her gorgeously strong body were arousing him once again. His thoughts were suddenly distracted when he heard Laura stirring in her sleep, her voice soft as she began to cry and whimper again. He knew that she was having ‘the’ nightmare again, and he softly cursed the Arions who had created this evil dream. He pulled her to his chest and gently stroked her face, calling her name, trying to gently awaken her.
*
Laura was aware of strange images and sounds as she seemed to be floating in some kind of liquid. Gradually opening her eyes, she saw the blurry faces of several cruel-looking men watching her from the other side of a glass wall. She had trouble keeping them in focus while they talked, because her body was floating further away from the glass. She reached down to pull herself closer, surprised to feel only free space beneath her. Turning her head, she saw that she was floating in the middle of a large glass tube.
She struggled for the thousandth time in her recurring dream, her lungs feeling heavy and congested as she tried to take a deep breath, feeling the strange heavy feeling in her chest as she could only breathe in slow motion, the air feeling incredibly heavy. Looking around again, she noticed something familiar about the way the men's faces distorted when she moved, almost as if they were underwater or something. She exhaled as hard as she could, her lungs again feeling like they were working in slow motion, a funny sensation traveling up her windpipe as she watched a large bubble form in front of her face. It quickly detached itself and rose rapidly up to splatter against the top of the tube.
She felt a surge of panic as she realized she couldn't seem to get any air, even felt as if she weredrowning, which she surely was! She held her mouth wide open and tried to cough the liquid from her lungs, but it rapidly became obvious that she couldn't clear them: there was no air to replace the liquid with! She struggled with all her might, coughing and exhaling, but she was helpless. she had already drowned but somehow still was alive! Her silent scream went unheard, a burst of tiny air bubbles her only reward!
*
Suddenly waking up, she found Chris in her arms and with a gasp of relief began hugging him like a child would hug a teddy bear. A dawning realization of what her dream meant struck her dramatically as she turned to face Chris, her lips inches from his.
“I remembered this time, Chris, I remembered when the Arions had me. They were going to use me as a sex slave in a ship they have orbiting the moon. Who knows how many other helpless people they have up there as slaves? I’m sure that’s where those missing models have been taken - too many of them have disappeared. I want to rescue them - no, I WILL rescue them! And don’t you try to talk me out of it!”
Chris nodded, the urgency in her voice startling him, this passion so different from Laura’s recent passive nature. Happily, she seemed to be finally emerging from the mild depression she had suffered following Kara’s death.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said slowly. “It just so happens that I have something planned that should help. We will have to be very careful; remember that we know next to nothing about the Arions or their ship, we don’t even know how to find the ship, it must be invisible to radar. Besides, once we do find it, how do you plan to get the slaves off the ship without getting them killed? The ship is hundreds of thousands of miles from Earth. And how are we going to fight Arions on their own turf? No, we need some help: someone who knows Arion ships, someone on the inside maybe. Besides, we have to figure out how to get me up there so I can help you!”
“What?” Laura exclaimed. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’re far too weak, Chris. Your body is still more Terran than anything else. You would only get yourself killed! Only Aurora or myself would have a chance against them, or maybe that woman named Bo that we saw on TV. I know you want to help, but...”
“No buts,” Chris responded a bit angrily, “I may not be as powerful as you, but I am very difficult to injure. How else could I spend the night with you, babe?” he added with a gentle leer.
He smiled at her as a little smirk crossed her face as well from the memory of what she had done with his body the previous night. Even after his strength gave out, one important part of his body had not wilted on her even after his muscles had.
“You know I can lift over 3500 pounds over my head, can run over 50 miles an hour, and I know how to fight. I may not be a superman, but I’m certainly far more than a mere Terran now!”
Then in a softer voice he said, “Besides, Laura, I need to be able to help you. You don’t know how frustrating it is to sit, wait, and worry, especially when you girls fly off and have all the adventures!”
Staring into his eyes she could tell this was very important to him, and something she wasn’t going to talk him out of.
“Ok, but if I tell you to run, you run!”
“Deal,” Chris said with a grin. “Now I have some information for you about some Arion Betas that may be the key to solving our problem.”
He quickly related everything he had learned about Martin and Sue, the two of them suddenly talking excitedly at the same time, planning how they would have Fairchild help them.
They were suddenly interrupted as the morning music on the radio was interrupted, a very urgent and excited newscaster describing a huge nuclear explosion in the desert on the mainland! Laura fairly leaped off the bed, flying from the house so fast that Chris was almost pulled along in her wake. Swearing loudly, Chris raced to the TV to turn it up and get all the details.
*
Minutes before the world heard the news about the huge nuclear explosion, two naked blonde women tumbled from the sky to land in the middle of the Nevada desert, crashing into the sand and sagebrush on a remote several thousand acre ranch owned by Rich Thatcher. Their bodies glowed so brightly and hotly that the sand melted beneath them, the nearby sagebrushe caught fire, and small clouds of smoke marked two small widely separated craters in the huge desert.
The last reports Chris received from the Ops Center at New Woman, now difficult to reach due to overloaded phone circuits, had said that Fairchild had been knocked unconscious by an Arion woman and by another powerful woman, really not much more than a girl, but a girl who looked and acted a lot like a Velorian! They had sent Laura some GIF’s over the Internet that showed the scene of the fight.
Chris had studied them many times, memorizing the faces and noting the dramatic strength that both women had displayed. The Ops Center finally reported that the Arion woman’s name was Kirrin; the name of the girl with her was still unknown, although it was reported that she called herself PowerGirl.
Chris studied the pictures again this morning, the images clearly showing that the muscular blonde girl was taller than Kara and far more dramatically endowed; the image showing her holding a car over her head with one hand made it clear that her huge perfect breasts weren’t the only remarkable aspect of her body! She was unbelievably strong, so she had to be either an Arion Prime (impossible with her honey blond hair) or a Velorian. Yet the odds of there being another previously unknown Velorian on Earth was very remote, further contributing to the mystery of this girl.
The last pictures that the Ops Center had obtained had shown Kirrin flying off, her body clearly that of an Arion Prime except for her unusual flying power. He grimaced as he saw the picture of Aurora dangling unconscious beneath her, held only by her long blond hair!
Kirrin and her companion had last been reported heading into the desert toward Nevada, and the description of a blonde woman falling to earth dictated by a grizzled old prospector from his hospital bed, was the last report anyone had heard of them. There were clearly no survivors any closer to the blast than where the prospector had been found, and the old man himself had died from radiation exposure shortly after describing what he had seen.
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