Nuclear Rescue
(Last Revision: 8-Apr-96)
by Sharon Best
It took Laura 30 minutes to arrive at the blast sight, her body glowing white-hot from the fierce air friction, her negligée having been burned off by her rapid atmospheric flight. Looking around, she was staggered by the destruction she saw wherever she looked, even out here in the sparsely populated desert! Tears streamed from her remarkable eyes as they saw thousands of bodies laying across the desert for nearly ten miles, all aligned the same way, feet facing the giant mushroom cloud that still churned angrily into the upper stratosphere, bodies burned to a crisp by the incredible energies from the weapon!
Her great height allowed her to see plumes of smoke rising up everywhere, all the way to the horizon fifty miles away. several towns were completely in flames, their buildings collapsed and turned into firewood. Her gaze moved downward, seeing a town only ten miles from the base of the huge mushroom cloud, its fair sized buildings now literally flattened, fires burning from one side to the other. Flexing her incredible legs, she accelerated toward it, and swooped down toward this Hell on earth.
*
The next two days were a blur for Laura as she worked 24 hours a day, laboring side by side with several Army, police, and local rescue teams. It was only due to her literally Herculean efforts that thousands of potential victims were saved, and reports of her incredible feats soon reached the Federal Command Post that was set up to handle the massive disaster relief and cleanup effort.
Laura didn’t know it initially, but the blast had triggered a massive earthquake during her initial flight from Hawaii to Nevada, the resulting tremor having severely damaged communications and roads. The devastated area covered several thousand square miles, with heavy damage to cities, towns, numerous ranches and farms, four military training bases, and two major airports, all spread out over four states.
Several towns, in fact, had suddenly found themselves cut off from the rest of the world. Thankfully, most of the radiation was blowing east into the most remote areas of the desert, yet there were still a lot of very hot areas and a huge radioactive cloud that hovered high in the atmosphere, lifted far above the stratosphere by the catasrophic heat of the nuclear explosion.
Now, two days after the blast, there were still several areas that no relief efforts had been able to reach. Jacksville, a town of over 15,000 civilians and several thousand military, was the largest isolated community and the closest to the blast site that contained any survivors.
The headquarters people were pissed, but not terribly surprised, when live CNN news reports from Jacksville hit the airwaves. The mystery of how CNN had managed to get to Jacksville before anyone else was quickly forgotten when the footage began running: the pictures and news focused on a young superwoman as she used her incredible strength to rescue people! The view of this muscular young woman, clad only in a tiny pair of denim cut-offs and a black leather vest, her arms lifting cars over her head as she looked for victims had immediately mesmerized the entire country, the Emergency Response Center being no exception.
It was there that a bright young Army captain recognized Laura from her previous, and presumed fatal, accident with the highway overpass bridge in LA, his team of civil engineers having helped clean up that tragedy. They all stared as CNN showed a live action shot of the superwoman rescuing several kids by lifting a school bus into the air, flying it a quarter mile before gently setting it down, the bridge it had been stuck on collapsing while Laura and the bus were still in the air.
While most of the ERC team were glued to the TV, the senior officers selected two special men to go and find her. Desperate for manpower, playing catch-up in organizing the relief effort, an Army Colonel and the second-in-command of the FBI, Tim Pitt, were selected to go get her.
*
The huge helicopter flew rapidly through the early morning sunlight, the day still dim due to the radioactive dust cloud that blocked the sun, the rotors kicking up two huge clouds of dust as it finally landed on the outskirts of Jacksville, bringing a volunteer team of doctors, medical supplies and food. A jeep with two men aboard was also quickly unloaded, the jeep roaring away on squealing tires, their mission to find and question this superwoman.
They stopped often, searching for information on her, getting many different directions from their radios about where and when she was last seen. It seemed everyone knew about her, but nobody could tell them where she was at any given time.
The town was so heavily damaged that it was impossible to drive a straight line, the woman clearly having the advantage of flight! They grew increasingly frustrated, taking several detours enroute to each sighting. If it wasn’t for the Colonel’s GPS system they would have been lost long ago.
As they drove through the devastation, tears formed in the FBI agent’s eyes as he witnessed the devastation first-hand. While he had always thought of himself as a hard man, he found that he was having a difficult time maintaining focus on his mission, and only the impassive look on the Colonel’s face kept him from stopping and helping in the rescue himself. The Colonel himself was seemingly untouched by all the devastation and human misery they drove by, his mind obviously hardened from having seen similar scenes before.
They were racing across the town toward a reported sighting at a collapsed water tower when they heard a loud swishing sound, looking up just in time to see a gorgeous blonde fly over their head, her long legs held tightly together as her vest blew open in the wind, their eyes catching a glimpse of her dramatic figure as she quickly disappeared over the buildings in front of them.
They stopped and jumped from the jeep, running around the building to see this remarkable woman at work for the first time. She was standing beside the road, lifting the wreckage of a huge twisted steel water tower while several men and women were working at digging though the remains of a building that it had fallen on. Her back was turned to them, her tiny vest covering only the center of her back, her muscles flexing like no woman they had ever seen before, her biceps growing to the size of softballs as she struggled to hold the massive steel structure over her head.
It was obvious to both of them that reading the reports and seeing the woman were not the same thing, and their jaws dropped as she lifted the entire tower - still partially filled with water! - using nothing but her bare hands! She also appeared to be wearing a dirty body suit under her filthy cut-offs. It wasn’t until a piece of steel scraped across her thigh and revealed a patch of glowing tanned skin that they realized just how coated in dirt her body was!
The men walked rapidly towards her, cursing as they scrambled up a pile of broken concrete. They were just about to reach her when a firefighter thrust a child toward them.
“I don’t know where you guys came from, but thanks for getting here, we can sure use the help. Here, put this child on that stretcher over there.”
The FBI agent paused for a moment before, any indecision he might have had suddenly leaving him as he looked down at the young boy, his body burned and crushed, yet he still struggled to live! He quickly took the kid in his arms as he hurried over to the stretcher where several other kids were laying injured. He was amazed to see only one man tending the children, his own arm in a sling, burns dotting his face. He quickly asked how he could help, and the man silently handed him some bandages as he pointed to a number of kids who had open wounds.
Meanwhile, the Colonel walked closer to Laura, startled to see that her feet were not quite touching the ground. Sweat was streaming off her body, washing some of the dirt from her skin as little rivulets of sweat ran down across the rounded curves of her powerfully flexed muscles. Her face was painfully contorted and she was obviously straining.
“You there,” she addressed the Colonel, “there is a small child trapped approximately three feet from me, about two feet down. His heart is still beating so hurry and get him out of here.”
Before the Colonel could move she snapped at him, “Hurry up, damn you! I’m not sure how long I can hold this up.”
The Colonel had not moved an inch when an older man, his body disguised by his torn clothes and the layer of filth that also covered him, spoke up, his strong voice reassuringly telling her she was doing fine, just a little longer. He saw the woman flash a quick smile at him, the strain of holding several hundred thousand pounds of steel and water over everyone's heads obvious to everyone who cared to look at her.
Stress and lack of sleep caused the Colonel to finally snap back at her.
“Look here, I am Colonel Lyon, I am here from the Federal Emergency Command center as an on-site observer, and I am not here to help in this rescue.”
The woman’s face momentarily blazed with anger, the Colonel’s own face suddenly feeling very warm as he could swear he saw a glimmer of violet in her eyes. Before she could even answer the man’s insolence, the older man, the man who had organized the small band of rescuers, spoke up. In a commanding voice he barked, “Colonel, I am Major General Glenn Haskins! Now do as she told you, and that's an order. Now!”
Gulping, the Colonel saluted quickly and got to work. “Shit,” he thought to himself, “that was the wrong person to piss off. General Haskins is area commander for all special projects in this area!”
It was two very long hours later when the small band of rescuers finally got the last of the kids out from under the wreckage.
“OK Laura, you can let it fall,” General Haskins yelled from fifty yards away.
She tried to move away from under it, or to lift it a bit more so that she could push it to the side, but her trembling arms and legs refused to obey her, her legs simply collapsing where she stood, the massively heavy wreckage falling on top of her with a loud crashing roar that shook the earth beneath them!
“No, damn it!” cried the General as he ran urgently over to the new pile of twisted steel.
*
Laura was half covered by the rubble, a huge beam lay across her chest, her tired body unable to move. She realized that she was not really hurt, she was just so very, very tired. She so wanted to sleep, just sleep. Closing her eyes, buried comfortably beneath the rubble, the desired sleep almost overcame her. However, her visions of helpless trapped people suddenly woke her back up, the imagined screams inside her head galvanizing her back into action.
Grasping the twisted steel girder that was laying across her breasts, she started to bench press it upward, the steel screaming as her muscles again proved stronger than it was, more powerful than the weight of the entire tower! The Colonel drew close to her, shocked as he watched her arms flexing dramatically, the tendons on the back of her hands and her forearms becoming very pronounced, her muscles flexing several times larger than he would have thought possible for a woman! For anyone! Steel screamed loudly in protest as she pulled and twisted the structural beams apart, the steel tearing like soft taffy in her hands.
He shook his head in wonder, beyond even being shocked, staring at the bottom of the huge beam that had lain across her chest. the underside now displayed two large rounded depressions that her seemingly soft breasts had left in the steel when it had fallen on her! There was no doubt now, this was a Velorian or Arion woman, the enemy his team had been tracking now for so many months!
*
“OK, good job Laura,” the General shouted. “A chopper is coming to pick up the kids. I don’t know what else we can do here except clean up, so get some rest.”
Laura shook her head from side to side, massaging her stiff muscles with her hands for a moment.
“No time to rest, General, too many towns to help!” she rasped out. As she turned as if to leave, the FBI agent, now as filthy as the rest of the rescuers, called from the first-aid center.
“Laura, wait a minute, please hear me out.”
She paused in mid-flight, wondering how this stranger knew her name, and floated over to land directly in front of him.
Tim was initially startled, the appearance of this tall powerful woman intimidating him for a moment as she landed in front of him, brushing her filthy hair from her face to reveal her incredibly beautiful blue eyes. He stammered a bit as he found he could not break eye contact with her, his body almost seeming to float off the ground under its own power!
He finally looked away for a moment and got his voice back, then quickly filled her in about the importance of coordinated efforts and how much more effective she could be helping via directions from the command post. The Colonel walked over to join in, unbending enough to finally convince her to travel with them in their helicopter back to the Command Post.
Laura was a little unsure of these men, their eyes not being very polite as they ranged up and down her body. She tried to ignore their looks, having become fairly used to the lecherous reactions she created in men now. She knew there was something special about being both beautiful and superhumanly strong, not to mention her ability to fly. Many men had a secret attraction to the concept of a ‘superwoman’. Being the incarnation of many men’s fantasies didn’t bother her much, but a lot of the men she met were definitely bothered. Hot and bothered!
These men, like so many others, were also a little overcome upon meeting her. However, the Colonel’s enthusiasm at finally meeting one of these aliens was completely different from the feeling that Tim had - Tim’s body was feeling tingly and light as he realized he was infatuated with her! The Colonel was studying her for weaknesses, trying to figure out how one would combat such a creature.
Despite their divergent thoughts toward Laura, they both gulped as she wrapped a strong arm around each of their waists while launching them into the sky with her, quickly flying them to their helicopter. They all ran up the rear ramp as the engines whined into life, and the massive rotors beat the air as the craft quickly became airborne.
Laura released the men and staggered a little, finally slumping into one of the fabric seats that lined the walls of the huge cargo bay. She felt her deep exhaustion returning, and finally laid her head back and closed her eyes, falling instantly asleep.
The Colonel crawled up to the cockpit to report in to HQ and to brief them on General Haskins and Laura. The FBI agent, the hardened cop, arranged her vest to cover her as best he could and then tenderly put a blanket over the half nude sleeping superwoman, sitting protectively close to her while watching her sleep, his private thoughts racing ahead to the days to come.aIt was less than five hours later when Laura woke up with a start, a roar of jets screaming by overhead causing her to nearly leap from her bed. She found herself lying on a narrow cot, now completely naked, covered only by an old army blanket. Still very groggy, she lay back down, her body relaxing again as she looked around, and realized that she was in what looked like a mobile home bedroom. She also discovered, both to her delight and embarrassment, that she was clean again!
Wondering how and by whom she had been bathed made her curious enough to get out of the comfortable bed, wrapping the blanket toga-style around her body. Opening the door to the little trailer, she stepped directly into the Command Post, and a cup of hot strong coffee was suddenly thrust into her hand. Before she could even say thank you, a plate of hot food was quickly placed in her other hand by a smiling man in a bright red wind breaker.
She was surprised to discover that she was famished, her body having rarely needed food since she had returned from the Arion ship. Wolfing the meal down while drinking several cups of piping hot coffee, she stared out from her tousled blond hair as it nearly covered her face, seeing everyone staring at her as she drank the scalding coffee without waiting for it to cool. She wasn’t used to drawing attention to herself, but these people all knew she was special: she didn’t have to pretend to be a Terran woman here!
She had barely finished eating when a large woman came over with camouflage shirts and pants draped over her arms.
“Here honey, put these on. The Lieutenant over there had a spare set.”
Still confused, but feeling better than she had in days, she caught the smile of a tall slim woman sitting on the communications console, and decided that these clothes were probably going to be a bit tight. Looking at the large woman, she asked, “Who bathed me?”
“I did honey, and now don’t blush, I’m the doctor here. These clothes might be a little small, but you should get dressed now. The General wants to see you as soon as possible.”
Taking the clothes, Laura walked toward the bedroom, the doctor’s head shaking slightly as she watched her movements. The heavy blanket was doing little to hide Laura’s impressive body, and her amazingly large firm nipples tented up under it. The doctor remembered how it had taken all her will power to not play with them when she was bathing her, but she was still on duty and she was, after all, a professional.
Back in the bedroom, Laura tried the military fatigues on. The slacks definitely were too tight around her thighs, but the waist was OK. She easily tore the legs off to form a very short pair of camo shorts, and tied the tails of the shirt beneath her breasts to form a halter, the top too tight to be buttoned. It certainly wasn’t regulation! She was showing an awful lot of skin: her legs and midriff both bare, her dramatic cleavage fully revealed. But it was at least better than being nude, and it was simply going to have to do until they returned her vest and cut-offs, even those clothes having been ‘borrowed’ from a clothing store in Jacksville.
Stepping back out of the bedroom, Laura found the Colonel waiting for her, and all eyes in the room surreptitiously turned to stare at the expanse of glowing tanned skin that was revealed by her unconventional uniform! The Colonel himself met her eyes with his as he politely requested her to follow him, the doctor smiling broadly as she waved to her as he led her over to a group of men who had obviously been waiting for her.
The Colonel stood stiffly beside the table as he began the introductions. “Laura, this is General Mayer, the man in charge.”
The General nodded as he quickly introduced Laura to all of the others. Most of the names meant very little to her, but their titles did and she began to feel very out of place as all of these important people wanted to shake her hand. The people surrounding the General were from the FBI, the Department of Energy and the CIA; plus two Senators, three Congressmen, two Congresswomen (sorry, “five Congresspersons,” she reminded herself), and the Governors of Nevada and California.
She suddenly wished her hair wasn’t tangled across her face and that she was wearing something other than these torn and improvised fatigues, but she smiled and nodded to them all. She smiled especially warmly at the FBI agent, Tim, when she recognized him; he was the one who had helped save those kids.
The General walked closer, taking her upper arm gently in his large hand as he suggested they take a walk together.
“Hello Laura, first of all I want to say that we really need you and if my old friend General Haskins vouches for you, then I, by God, will trust you with my life. He is a good soldier and a good friend.”
At the mentioned of Glen she smiled and started to relax. “What can I do for you General?”
“Call me Joe.”
He led her into an adjoining room, one with the windows covered and a large lighted table in the center. Tim joined them and began speaking.
“Laura, we think we know what happened and who caused this explosion. Normally we would never divulge this information to a civilian, but we need your help.”
With that he swore her to secrecy and showed her a variety of secret satellite photos of the base just before the blast. One photo had been enlarged until she could see a naked blonde woman being carried over a another blonde woman’s shoulder. In the same frames, she could see a dark-haired woman tearing through the walls of a building, tearing the concrete apart with just her bare hands! Laura immediately felt faint, not needing the subsequent confirmation from the FBI agent that they thought the unconscious woman was Aurora!
Following that bombshell, he showed her news footage of the fight in LA between Aurora, the dark-haired woman they said was named Kirrin, and a young blonde woman who called herself PowerGirl. In addition, they showed some video tape of Kirrin dragging and throwing Aurora’s body around. Laura also gasped at the strength of the blonde-haired girl, the one who reportedly called herself Powergirl, as she helped squeeze a feebly struggling Aurora into submission. She felt sick and faint, the FBI agent informing her he believed that Aurora and Powergirl were both killed in the nuclear explosion, since only the dark-haired woman had been seen leaving before the bright flash blinded the imaging system in the satellite.
As the briefing progressed, the General watched Laura’s hands in amazement. A few tears were slowly flowing down her face as she unconsciously squeezed the steel arms of the chair so hard that the metal deformed, squeezing out from between her fingers like toothpaste! Shaking his head in wonder, entertaining a brief fantasy of what those hands would feel like holding one special part of him, he tuned back in to what the FBI agent was saying.
“Laura, no one knows what happened to either of them, but they are presumed dead. Nothing we know of could have survived that close to the bomb.”
Learning that her best friend and lover had probably been killed, her body and mind already physically and emotionally drained, proved to be to much for Laura. She started to cry and, for the first time in her life, she fainted, collapsing boneless to the floor. Concern for her showed in all faces except the Colonel’s as they rushed to her side. The brief smile on the Colonel’s face was seen only by the doctor as he walked from the room.
It was only a few minutes later when she woke up, feeling a hand pressing against her chest, her head on the doctor’s lap, her hand being gently rubbed by the General.
“I’m OK, guys. I don’t know what happened back there. I’ve never been one for fainting, especially lately. But thanks for the concern. I’m really fine now.”
The General looked into her eyes and knew better: he had seen that look too many times on the battle field, and had experienced it as well. He knew that hard mindless work spaced with short private talks with some one you cared for had healed him in the past. But he needed her help desperately now! - her powers enabled her to do the work of a thousand men. There was no time for her to talk it out now, the emphasis would have to be on the hard work.
“Laura, I know you need rest, but I really need you on your feet now. There are a lot of people that will die if you don’t use your special abilities to save them. But we really need to talk later! You choose the time. My door is always open to you, day or night.”
“Thanks, General, but I’m OK, really.” With that, Laura got back to her feet, picking up the sturdy cut-offs and the open vest that she had worn before.
“Now if you guys will excuse me, I’d like to change and get back to work.”
They exited to wait in the next room, and the sight of this beautiful woman following them in a few moments later stopped all work, the flash of her dramatic chest clearly visible as her tiny vest lay loosely across it. She had finally brushed her silky blond hair, the shining gold now flowing down to contrast with her darkly tanned skin. She gave the General a quick hug as she walked to the door, and another flash of flexing calves launching her upward preceded a rush of wind as all eyes stared at the door. It was an hour later before the General’s blood pressure was back to normal. It took longer for others.
*
The next several days were a blur for Laura as she carried tens of millions of pounds of supplies into the area, rescued dozens of people, and helped in the massive cleanup efforts. General Mayer assigned the doctor to watch over Laura, to ensure that she ate well at least three times a day, and that she never lacked company to talk to. The General also made time to talk with her for at least two hours a day in private.
The doctor and the General tried to convince her to sleep, but she could only manage two to three hours of sleep each night. Not being able to sleep, she would sneak out of her trailer and find more work. Several times she phoned Chris in Hawaii and got only their answering machine. Frustrated, she took a couple hours off one day to fly to the house in Hawaii, only to find it had apparently been empty for several days. There was no note and no messages.
By the end of the week Laura had become very close to the General. She trusted him, and he could do no wrong. Working under his direction she found out that he was a very honest, strong man who truly wanted to do the best he could for his fellow man. She also knew that he was falling in love with her, and that she was growing very fond of him as well.
The General gave her an honorary rank of Captain and personally assigned a special team of three men and women to work for her. Her team coordinated what jobs she took and what jobs were left to normal people. With their help and coordination, she suddenly seemed to be everywhere at once, flying massive amounts of equipment to locations that aircraft could not reach. Yet she still managed to be whereever she was needed most by the police and especially the rescue teams. The men and women that worked with her became so impressed with her superhuman efforts to do everything and anything, that they became very protective of her.
One day, after several news people had kept Laura up all night with silly questions, hence a night of no sleep at all, her people made damn sure that she was not woken up for trivial reasons again. They even posted armed guards outside her quarters to intimidate the news media.
One evening, she was awakened from a sound sleep by the General himself. “Laura, wake up, you are needed! There is a dam in California starting to break up.”
“God, General, why now? I finally got to sleep. There isn’t any other way?”
“Not unless you know someone else who can lift a few million pounds? Come on girl, up and at ‘em!”
Laura swung from the bed, her only clothing a thin pair of silk panties, and she noticed the General’s eyes trying not to look at her as she sat up and stretched. She knew that the General’s interest in her had become very personal lately, and wondered if she should cover herself. She decided not to, she was too tired anyway. Besides, they were just a couple of soldiers in the midst of battle. Smiling at him, she thought how this could become very interesting once the cleanup and rescue effort was complete.
She stood up, suddenly finding herself standing very close to the General, her uplifted nipples just touching the front of his fatigues. “Oh what the heck”, she said to herself. Wrapping her arms around him, she embraced him firmly as her lips met his. Their long kiss lasted for nearly a minute, his hands tracing the strong curves of her back as he returned her embrace in kind.
Laura suddenly broke free and crossed her arms over her dramatic breasts, her body moving almost too fast to track with the naked eye as she walked out to the command post to see her Sergeant getting her things ready.
In the style that had become routine for her team, the Sergeant briefed her while the doctor handed her a high protein drink. She had no idea if the drink helped Laura at all, but she figured it couldn’t hurt.
As Laura slipped out of her panties and quickly put on a small green bikini, her female Sergeant tersely briefed her.
“Laura, a dam was partially damaged by a terrorist attack. The bastards were taking advantage of the confusion from the nuke. You’re needed at the dam to help buy time so two small towns immediately downstream can be evacuated. A special plane is circling overhead to guide you there. It’s big, it’s black and it’s fast. You can’t miss it.”
Laura rose to her feet, stretching her back as the bikini almost proved too small, her dramatic chest expanding until a few threads began breaking, the special Kevlar/Asbestos hybrid fibers stronger than steel, but not as strong as the woman’s body that they tried to contain.
Walking outside, she handed her glass back to the Doc as she flexed her calves, the brief effort of her mighty leap thrusting her body more than ten thousand feet into the air. Her buttocks began to flex and her breasts grew warm and tingly as her flying power accelerated her upward to quickly break the sound barrier.
It had been a long day for Jim already. The trip into Reno had taken all day with few positive results, and now the trip back out to the desert had extended late into night, what with all the earthquake damage to the road. The powerful 7.5 quake had left him very concerned about the condition of his mine: he had been going pretty light on the supports lately to make faster progress in uncovering the seam. To make things worst, a rare desert cloudburst had decided to make its presence known to the area.
He was scared to death for other reasons as well. The reports of the massive nuclear burst nearly a hundred miles away had terrified him, even though the current reports showed the radiation contamination moving southward, away from him. Nevertheless, he knew he was going to have to clear out of this area. The military would surely force him to leave if he didn’t do it of his own volition.
The rain made driving the rutted dirt road just that more difficult, and his wipers had trouble keeping up with it. He almost didn’t see the woman who suddenly appeared in the middle of the muddy path. Swerving the truck to side as he slid to a stop, his body was suddenly shaking like a leaf, He hoped he hadn’t just hit her with his old truck! Climbing out, he ran around the rear of the truck to where she lay face down in the rain, golden hair smeared with mud, face half submerged in a puddle, a tire track going right over her legs!
He quickly bent down into the mud beside her, rolling her over to see if she was still breathing. She was. Since there wasn’t much he could do for her in the middle of a muddy road, he struggled back to his feet with her limp form in his arms, immediately noticing that she seemed heavier than he had expected. Struggling, he laid her on the seat in the truck cab and her body slumped against the passenger side door.
Climbing back in and starting the engine, he turned the heat up to full, and headed toward the mine as fast as he could and still get there alive.
*
It was still an hour before he reached the mine, the wall of rain and the increasingly soft road forcing his 4-wheeler into low range. He finally pulled into the mine entrance too fast to avoid scraping the paint against the rock wall, and quickly drove down the long tunnel to his base camp.
The girl was still unconscious when he arrived, and carrying her was rather awkward in the tight confines. He ending up carrying her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, laying her down gently in the chamber where his camp was set.
The bed groaned as he eased her into it, his muscles spasming from carrying her unusual weight. Turning away, he got the kero heater going and cranked it wide open to warm the clammy chamber. The Coleman lanterns were next, their hissing warmth and brilliant white light driving the shadows from this chamber.
He was now able to get a good look at her for the first time as he walked over to the edge of the bed. She was a pretty young thing, sixteen, maybe seventeen. A real looker, her figure far more dramatic than he would have expected with such a young face, more the body of a 20-something woman who was serious about staying fit. And her dramatic breasts, my God, he thought, he had NEVER seen breasts as perfect nor as large as hers! His hands were trembling as he took his knife and cut the remains of her burnt clothing from her body.
By all the Gods she was beautiful! He couldn’t stop himself as one hand traced her fine cheek, her slender throat, rose over her huge rounded breasts, and finally traveled down her legs as far as he could reach. His other hand cupped one huge breast and squeezed gently, It was FIRM, almost too firm, unlike any girl he had held before! Yet both breasts were unmistakably feminine, despite hardly yielding to his fingers.
He was startled to feel her nipples hardening as his hand touched them, not sure if it was from his touch or from the cool air in the room. Her nipples kept growing, got almost freakishly large - almost as if someone had grafted an eraser the size of a man’s little finger onto her chest!
He was still admiring her sleeping form, hardly believing her beauty and the smooth firmness of her body when a rockfall down in the main shaft broke the sleeping girl’s spell over him. Quickly throwing what blankets he had over her form, he stood up to go investigate. The earlier earthquake still worried him.
Thinking back on the girl as he walked down the tunnel, he decided that if she didn’t come around by morning he would get Doc Winger on the radio, and ask him to come out and check her out.
*
The rockfall wasn’t severe, but it did block the trolley tracks to the back part of the mine, leaving just enough room to get through with hand equipment. Jim swore in frustration. He had to get his collected ore processed and out to the assay office before the end of the month. There wasn’t much time left, it was going to be very close this month. The last vein had suddenly run dry and it had taken almost a week to find a new one. Grabbing a shovel, he worked strenuously for three hours, finally clearing the fall enough to get the cart back onto the tracks. Thirsty and tired, he turned and walked back to the base camp.
He checked the girl first. She still hadn’t moved, but her color had improved dramatically: a healthy tan replaced her previous deathly pale. Placing his hand on her upper chest, he felt how her skin had warmed up a lot as well. Thinking that she was going to make it, he undressed and washed up as best he could with the cold water in the basin before crawling into his own sleeping bag. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
*
A sensation of flying followed by a sharp stabbing pain in his back brought him back to the waking world. All of a sudden his sleeping bag was extremely confining, and the sharpness in his back grew more painful. Looking around, looking DOWN, he saw the blonde teenager holding him up over her head, his back forced against the rockface, her excited voice babbling something at him. It sounded like she was speaking French.
“Look, I don’t understand you,” he finally said. “Please put me down, you’re breaking my back.” She didn’t respond, her pale blue eyes glaring angrily at him.
“Who are you???” she finally mangaged in English, her speech halting, her voice horse, her accent now very clearly French.
“My name is Jim, Jim Jenkins. This is my home. I found you on the road last night and brought you here. Who are you?”
“Well, you can call me PowerGirl,” she snorted, “where are my clothes?”
“They were rags. I had to cut them off to get you dry and warm. But I may have something that will fit you in the next chamber.”
“Yeah, right! So where is this place!” It was a demand, not a question, the anger clear on PowerGirl’s face, her fist clenched as she held the front of his sleeping bag. The strong flexing of her arm drew Jim’s eyes downward, and he could hardly believe the definition hesaw! He looked back up, impressed, aroused and a little scared! God, she was STRONG! Inhumanly strong for a 16 year old girl!
“We’re out in the Badlands. Halfway to nowhere.” It was his standard half serious answer, but she didn’t like it, bouncing him against the rockface hard enough for him to see stars, the back of his head hurting like hell. He was getting pissed off!
“Look, you’re in my goddam gold mine, OK?! And that’s all you get until you put me down!!”
Jim looked down at her again, amazingly strong muscles flexing across her right shoulder and arm as she held him up against the wall with one hand, her arm steady as a rock, any strain barely noticeable in her body. And what a body! He could see her huge breasts, those large nipples pointing slightly upward, her body nude and somehow VERY healthy looking all of a sudden!
“You are in no position to bargain little man,” she said, an edge creeping into her voice. “I should kill you for what you have done to me.”
“Hey, look girl, all I did was get you out of the rain. If that’s what the world has come to, if this is my thanks for trying to help, then I guess you’d better kill me. Otherwise, put me the fuck DOWN!”
She drew her free hand back as if to punch him, ande a terrible realization filled him that she just might be strong enough to kill him with her bare hands, A single arm was still holding him up as if he was a feather! Just then, he felt the rumble of another rock fall, the vibration coming through the rock wall before the sound arrived. This one was very close, and amazingly, a shower of golden dust fell loose from the ceiling as a desert miner’s wildest dream filled the room: an undiscovered cache of gold dust was filtering downward, the bright gold coating the girl’s body, the glittering reflections contrasting with her tanned skin. Gold!!
He felt her arm weakening almost immediately, her legs crumpling as she dropped him to the rock floor. Still trapped in his bag, he was unable to do anything to catch her as she collapsed across him, her head banging soundly against the very hard rock floor.
Finally able to slither out of his sweat-drenched sleeping bag, he lifted her off the floor and back on to the bed. He felt her body struggling weakly before her eyes finally rolled upward, passing out once again.
Sam shook the reins, stopping his horse to wipe the sweat and dirt from his forehead. For the end of the day it was damn hot and having to walk didn’t help. He had worked hard all day in his secret gold mine. Secret because he didn’t own it or the land it was on. Stopping his horse he reached back once more to check his saddle bags. With a grunt he bounced them up and checked again to make sure they were sound.
The sky was still darkened, a massive black cloud peeking over the horizon like he had never seen before. He could have sworn there had been a bright flash earlier, one that had even lit up the inside of his mine for a moment. However, when he had returned to the surface, everything had looked OK, except for a sudden hot wind that blew across the desert. The wind had come from where the black cloud was now slowly rising.
He’d seen a big cloudburst go by earlier, nearly reaching his location, and wished it would have so he could have cooled off a bit, even knowing it woulda made travel nigh impossible for a couple of days.
He’d finally ignored all this. Maybe getting caught on Thatcher’s land was a lot worse than some strange cloud or a rain storm!
He turned to his horse, talking to it the way lonely cowboys and prospectors do after being in the desert too long.
“You know, ol’ horse, as a cowboy I’m a bust, but as a gold miner I’m red hot. Too bad I’m so big. I guess dad was right about me being a throwback to the cavemen. If I was just normal size we could ride outta here instead a’ walk. But hey, they’s a bright side. If I was small I could never a’ gotten so much dust and nuggets in these here saddle bags. We, old horse, can now buy anything we want! We only gotta get this gold offa Thatcher’s land and we’re verry rich. So, don’t quit on me now!”
After replacing the massively heavy saddle bags, his horse stamping a bit as the weight returned to his back, he swung around, spotting something from the corner of his eye that looked very yellow, like more gold!
Shaking his head at his own foolishness and greed, he led his horse towards the spot of yellow. As he rounded a scrub brush the sight he saw took his breath away, his eyes widening until an onlooker would have thought his eyes were going to pop out of his skull.
Quickly hitching his horse up to a stout brush, he ran over to stare at a nekkid woman lying on the ground.
“One a’ them nekkid skyjumpers I guess,” he muttered to himself. He had read an article about them in the barber shop last time he was in town.
“Holy Shit,” was all he said when he discovered she was still alive. As he checked her body over for injuries, he gawped at her soft sexy skin. That and her gold-colored hair fascinated him. He liked gold. And he liked wimmen!
“Damn, old horse, I’m the luckiest cowpoke in the world. First I find gold from a cheap old map, now I find a beautiful and nekkid woman. HEY, Come to think of it, she must not a’ jumped from no plane. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with her except she won’t wake up. About all I can see wrong, she’s got a sunburn on her backside, and oh my Lord what a backside! Now question is, what do I do with her?”
Saying that, Sam sat back on his heels, rubbed his eyes, and thought - something he wasn’t too good at, mainly from lack of practice. He was already a wanted man for several crimes, but he had never killed anyone who was helpless or didn’t need killing. His code was simple: only harm those who harm you first, and never lie too much.
Grunting, he stood up to his full 6’ 6” and stretched his 340lbs of muscle and bone. Taking a deep breath and reaching down like he was comparing melons, he groped both of the woman’s breasts. After rubbing her huge nipples and feeling them respond by growing hard and even larger, he reached down and picked up the woman and slung her over his saddle. His large hands roamed freely over her ‘nekkid’ and helpless form for a moment before he started traveling again. A man got very lonely in the desert.
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