Bo
(Last Revision: 10-Apr-96)
by Sharon Best
World-shattering news of a massive nuclear explosion in Nevada hit the TV, the reports indicating a fatality count greater than ten thousand, with a huge radiation cloud threatening most of the Great Basin area of the Western U.S.. The horrifying coverage had kept people glued to their TV’s across the entire planet and Chris was no exception, a terrible fear gnawing and growing in the pit of his stomach.
Laura had flown to the mainland within minutes of the news. She had sent no word back for two days now, but at least a fragmentary and amazing CNN report about an incredibly strong woman who could fly had indicated that Laura was OK. They had shown a very quick piece of fuzzy video portraying a blonde woman working to save some children in a town near the explosion site.
*
Both the women in Chris’ life were now either helping at the scene or missing. Meanwhile he was vegetating alone in this huge house watching TV reports! He paced impatiently for another day, unable to really sleep that night, before finally deciding to take the situation into his own hands. All commercial flights to LA had been cancelled because of the extreme radiation levels. However, the right money in the right pockets did the trick as he got the last seat on a military plane otherwise filled with members of a radiation contamination control team.
Upon arriving, he found no rental cars to be had at LAX, a lonely and slightly scared-looking girl behind the first counter telling him that all the cars had been rented by people exiting the city. She added that the highways were now uncharacteristically emptied of cars, since the massive exodus had nearly emptied the city of people! She said there were reports of traffic jams all the way up into Canada as people tried to escape potential winds blowing toward the coast, carrying the deadly radiation from Nevada. Chris had kind of figured that, having read an article before he left about people originally planning to drive to Canada turning east and driving all the way to Maine instead. It was the furthest place from the radiation horror of Nevada that they could reach in their cars!
Chris hit most of the rental counters, finally giving up after he repeatedly got the same story, or in two cases, didn’t even find anyone behind the counter! He finally threw his pack over his shoulder and began to run along the sides of the empty freeways, determined to search for Fairchild in the irradiated wasteland of the desert even if he had to run all the way there on foot. Given his enhanced physique and strength, he could probably make it all the way without a rest stop anyway. Besides, a little radiation was not likely to affect someone whose body contained the key Velorian genes governing invulnerability! Genes that made him extremely resistant to physical injury should make him resistant to radiation too, or so he hoped.
He was running through the Sepulveda Pass area, a break in the Santa Monica mountains, the rich suburbs of Beverly Hills on the southeast ridgeline, when he was astounded to see a long-haired woman running rapidly down an entrance ramp toward the freeway. Despite his 40 mile an hour jog, she was moving even faster, her long fair hair streaming behind her as she entered the empty highway, her tanned legs moving so fast they seemed a blur. He put everything he had into his own legs, briefly sprinting to more than 60 miles an hour to meet her at the entrance ramp. Her surprised and shocked look when she saw him almost made him laugh as they both skidded to a stop in the middle of the deserted highway, each very well aware that the other had been running far faster than was humanly possible!
Chris had seen enough alien women lately to recognize the strong movements of her body, and knew the type of strength that she obviously possessed. He was stunned , however, as he realized that he also recognized her! This was Bo, the former actress, the woman who had been showing off her muscles on that live TV news show from LA. He smiled as he recalled her early sexually explicit films, tame by current standards, yet films that had made her a household name for many years, her image turning up on adult theater billboards even today. He became slightly aroused remembering her recent exhibitionistic appearance on Oprah, where she had gleefully displayed inhuman feats of strength and expansive amounts of uncovered flesh that almost got Oprah’s popular show cancelled by her network. Only the influence of Oprah’s rich sponsors, delighted at the suddenly soaring ratings had saved Oprah’s show!
But in spite of her notoriety, she was quite the mystery lady. Laura had had no idea who she was. She couldn’t be a Velorian with her brown hair, and he didn’t think she was an Arion - they never went public! Besides, she couldn’t have had such remarkable powers when she was doing adult films. The violence of her explosive climaxes was extremely well documented, and if these had been backed by such remarkable strength as she now possessed, none of her male partners would have survived!Actually, he DID know her. He and Laura saw her on Oprah and also on her own TV special in Aurora 20. Or even if they had survived, they certainly wouldn’t have retained the necessary anatomy to continue in adult films. He knew from delightful personal experience the thousands of pounds of uncontrolled force exerted by a ‘super’ vagina in full spasm. Not for the ordinary man! So her otherworldly strength must be recently acquired. But how?!
Stopping beside her, his breathing deep but not labored, he held out his slightly sweaty hand. He decided to play it casual.
“Hi! You must be Bo. You don’t know me, but my name is Chris, Chris Frandel. You’re a pretty fast runner! I had to push a bit to catch up with you.”
“Catch up with me?! But how could you do that unless you were ... wait a minute. You aren’t some damn Arion like Kirrin are you?”
“Kirrin, Arions! You know of them then!” he replied sharply. “When did you last see Kirrin?”
“You know about her?” Bo asked, terribly confused by now.
“Yes, she was last seen with a friend of mine, a woman by the name of Aurora.”
“Oh yeah, the one in the news. Well, I can’t help you there. Last I saw Kirrin, she and Monique went off on some kind of crazy caper in downtown LA.”
“Monique. So that’s her name. Is she a tall blonde, rather unusually endowed, with maybe Arion strength levels? The one who calls herself PowerGirl?”
“So, you do know her! Yes, she and Kirrin took off a few days ago, before the explosion. I haven’t seen either of them since. I was just heading out to Nevada now to see if there was anything I could do to help. I figure the radiation can’t hurt me too much.”
With that, she finally took his hand in hers, holding it more and more firmly as she felt his tremendous strength matching hers, at least for a moment. She smiled warmly at him while continuing to smoothly increase her grip, his hand finally collapsing in hers as she saw a grin on his face as well. His body didn’t have anything close to her strength, yet he was amazingly tough. The full strength of her grip apparently hadn’t hurt him a bit!
“Well, you’re certainly strong, I’ll give you that,” Chris said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to travel with you. I was heading out on exactly the same mission, trying to get to Nevada, hoping to help, but really I don’t know what there is to do. Mainly I was going to look for Fairchild - I mean Aurora. Also for Laura, the woman in the news who is helping rescue people there.”
Bo’s unself-conscious and slightly mischievous smile crossed her lips, the one she had used so much in her movies, as she turned and began to run again. Chris ran after her, struggling to catch up with her, both of them glancing at each other and grinning as they ran at a steady 40 miles per hour, Bo keeping her pace down to allow Chris to keep up with her.
*
They had run for about another hour when a large black car cruised up beside them, a number of young men with shaved heads shouting angrily out the windows. Bo and Chris slowed to a stop, their breathing deep and fast from their steady pace, the car fishtailing to block them as they first thought these people needed their help. However, the sudden appearance of guns in the men’s hands and the threatening way they approached made that very unlikely!
The men piled out of the stopped car, most of them surrounding Bo, their hands taking unwise liberties, while Chris was shoved against the car by two other men. They held him fast, guns pointing at his face while the rest of the men prepared to celebrate finding a remaining woman in the new ‘desert’ called LA. A surreptitious smile spread across Chris’ lips as he saw the men crowding around Bo; they had no idea what a mistake they were making!
“Ah, you guys really don’t really want to mess with her,” Chris warned, his voice calm. “You didn’t happen to notice that we were running pretty fast back there did you? We’re both a lot stronger than you might think by just looking at us.”
“Fuck you, Dude, keep your flap shut. The bitch we want, you’re dogmeat! Caleb, off him now; since we got the woman we don’t need him!”
Both of the men in front of Chris stepped back, aiming their guns at his chest for a brief moment before they fired, the strong double blow throwing Chris back across the hood, his shirt torn open by the impacts. The men turned casually away, the specter of death routine for them, both eagerly joining the excited men who were surrounding the fine blonde bitch.
The staggering double blow knocked the wind out of Chris, his mouth moving soundlessly as he tried and failed to stay on his feet. He slid forward, collapsing on the ground in front of the car as the pain in his chest staggered him. He was pretty sure he wasn’t seriously injured, but God, did that ever hurt!
The men surrounding Bo were satisfied that her companion had been wasted as they turned all their attention to her. Her soft faded denim miniskirt and halter top contrasted wonderfully with her light brown hair, the thin layer of sweat from her run making her tanned skin glow in the bright sun. Despite the dramatic curves of her body, her muscularity very evident, they were confident that their guns gave them the power to do anything they wished with her.
The men were suddenly interrupted as they heard a gasping sound, turning to see her companion staggering back to his feet. Bo didn’t hesitate to take advantage of their distraction, reaching down to grab the guns in two of the men’s hands, her long bare arms flexing marvelously as the hard steel groaned and twisted, fingers suddenly trapped in collapsing steel. She met their eyes as they jerked back to face her just as she gave a final squeeze, and the hard steel crushed around the broken bones of their shattered fingers, flesh and steel bonding together into a bloody mass.
Darion’s mouth fell open as he saw the blonde’s arms exploding into a maze of hard-cut muscles, two of his homeys’ hands crushed into the twisted steel of their guns. He remembered now, he had seen the TV coverage of this bitch a couple of nights ago. She was one of them fucking aliens! He wasted no time, pulling the trigger of his 44 Magnum as he aimed it right at her face at point-blank range! “Not even a super woman can shrug that off!”, he thought angrily to himself.
He was satisfied to see her long hair flying as her head was thrown to the side, and three more rounds followed the first as she was smashed downward by the incredible impacts, her legs bent and twisted beneath her as she collapsed unconscious onto the roadway.
Turning around, he was amazed to see her companion struggling back to his feet again, his shirt torn from the powerful impacts against his chest. But still alive!
Darion aimed and fired again, the last two rounds in his powerful handgun striking the man’s face and snapping his head backwards, his body tumbling down into the ditch beside the roadway.
Darion now stood calmly in the middle of the deserted road while reloading, pleased that these new armor-piercing bullets had done the job. He had read about how the police had been unable to stop these aliens, but he certainly wasn’t having any trouble with these two. They were wasted for sure!
Walking back over to the bitch, he regretted wasting her: she was a real looker for sure! Her body was still now, not breathing, and he was convinced that the bullets had finished her off. It had seemed too easy based on the stories he had read of these aliens fighting the cops, but then the cops didn’t have guns like this when they had tangled with them before. Only his homeys and the drug smugglers had the money and the pull to get these bullets!
He found himself staring down at the bitch’s long legs, her skirt pulled upward to reveal her shaved snatch, noticing how incredibly shapely and strong her legs looked, even in death. A sudden sick desire filled him. “What the hell,” he thought, “even if she’s dead, she ain’t cold yet!”
He had two of his homeys lift her body up onto the hood of the car, their grunts making it clear that she was heavier than she looked. Unzipping himself, he slid his hands slowly up along her strong gorgeous thighs, fingers tracing the firm outline of her fabulous quads, her superb muscle tone very evident even in death.
He stepped forward and lifted her tiny skirt, glad she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Struggling to enter her a moment later, he found he had to use his fingers to help open her up. A little concerned at her firmness for a moment, his animal instincts quickly took over, his body thrusted powerfully as his boys held her body against the hood of the car, urging him on!
It took a while, but he finally managed to enter her all the way, his body surging nearly uncontrollably as his orgasm was suddenly upon him. His eyes were almost closed, his body enjoying fucking this gorgeous bitch, when he suddenly saw her eyes snap open, her sparkling blue eyes looking absolutely carniverous!
His hands instinctively reached up to grab her throat, thumbs pressing inward on her unyielding windpipe as his arms trembled, his powerful release almost upon him, a sudden angry look crossing her face as he squeezed her neck harder, hoping to finally take her life just as he reached his own orgasm!
“You bastard,” she said in a choking voice, “you shot me! My God, what are you doing!”
Darion grinned at her. He didn’t know how the bitch had survived those point-blank impacts, but he was loving the firm way her sex was holding him now as she woke up. He squeezed his fingers even harder on her neck, hoping that he could finish her off at the same time as he came! That would be wondeerrrfffullll, his wild cry filling the air as his release was finally upon him.
Her choking voice was barely audible as he collapsed over her, his body in the midst of his explosive release, out of control now.
“NO! You are NOT going to cum in me, you bastard!”
With that, Darion’s pleasurable cry turned into something else, her labial muscles, genetically conditioned for something far different than a Terran penis, crushed inward to hold him with their full strength! His engorged flesh was no match for the steel that suddenly surrounded him, his body gave way, and his ejaculation imploded back up into his abdomen as he was crushed inside her sex by forces that could flatten even steel! The powerful legs he had admired so much now closed around his hips, and the crunching of Terran hip bones, yielding to the invulnerable steel of her inner thighs, lasted for only seconds. His limp body fell to the ground, eyes rolling upward as he painfully gasped for breath, his lower body mortally crushed!
Bo staggered to her feet, pulling her skirt back down as she turned and reached down to grip the chrome bumper at the front of the car, her back turning into a riot of hard muscles as she slowly lifted the car over her head! The injured man lay on his back on the pavement, his eyes tracing the astounding contours of her bare legs, looking up under her skirt as she staggered back and forth, trying to get her balance, finally succeeding in lifting the car completely off the ground, her feet moving rapidly as she found its center of gravity.
Meanwhile, Chris was crawling back up the embankment, still having trouble breathing, his face bruised and painful from the violent impacts of the bullets. He also stared up at Bo, able to see nearly all the way up under her denim skirt, her long legs widely spaced as she slowly lifted the huge car over her head, the crushed man laying on his back nearly between her legs! He turned to look at the amazed gang members as they in turn watched her fabulous muscles flexing, 5000 lb. of car finally hovering high over their heads!
The men looked at each other for only a moment before they turned and started to run off. A primal terror, long buried in the human psyche, filled their bodies as they realized they were facing a true Goddess! Yet the realization of their plight came too late, a shadow darkening the sky over their heads for only a moment before the crushing weight of the huge car juiced them to the pavement, justice served up in very much the way it had been so many thousands of years before when Terrans and Gods had walked together on this planet!
“Are you OK, Chris?” she asked as she rushed down the embankment to take his arm. She pulled him effortlessly up the slope, helping him over to the car. Laying across the hood, he slowly managed to get his breath back, the powerful blows of the bullets proving to be survivable even though they had been very painful!
“Yeah, I’ll be OK, Bo, just let me catch my breath.”
“By the way, Bo, in the future, lets try to get rid of the guns BEFORE they shoot me. Maybe Fairchild - Aurora - thinks those things tickle, but they REALLY hurt me!”
“Me too. I was out for a bit before that bastard tried to rape me. However, I don’t think he’s ‘equipped’ to do that again!”
Chris cringed, pretty sure he understood what she was saying, a little disconcerted by the violence her statement implied, rather appalled as he looked down at the red-stained pavement beneath his feet. He was going to have to make sure she didn’t continue to misuse her new powers. Her temper was already proving to be a lot sharper than Fairchild’s or Kara’s!
Bo stepped around to the drivers side, careful to avoid stepping in the grizzly mess oozing from under the car. She quickly discovered that the keys were not in the ignition: one of the crushed men must have had them in his pocket. She shrugged. She wasn’t about to lift the car up and try to find the key in THAT mess! She reached down with her strong fingers to begin squeezing the steering column lock, her fingers working the specially hardened steel a bit before finally crushing it enough to release the steering wheel lock, allowing her to start the motor.
Bo smiled, feeling once again how good it felt to be this strong, enjoying an almost erotic tingling between her thighs as her strong fingers tore the steel apart! She looked up to see Chris climbing painfully into the passenger’s seat, his face a mask of pain as he crossed his arms over his bruised chest while rocking back and forth, trying to deal with it.
“Well, Chris,” she said proudly as she examined her fingers, “these locks may be good to stop thieves, but they certainly weren’t designed for Velorian women. Hell, not even for someone like me who is a weird mix of Terran, Arion, Velorian and who knows what other genes.”
Chris said nothing as he just tried to keep breathing, realizing that while he now had a lot of Velorian genes in his own body, he could certainly not do what she had just done, his strength far less than hers. He was both thrilled and a little insecure about being with Bo, her powers reminding him so much of Fairchild, the same Fairchild who had ended her relationship with him when she had met the vastly stronger pure-bred Velorian man, David.
He was feeling especially vulnerable now, her body obviously not as affected by the bullets as his was. His thoughts drifted again to Fair’s obsession with getting pregnant by David a few months ago. Her obviously desperate attempt to continue the Velorian race had hurt him badly: he hated not having the genes to help her.
It had been especially tough as he had had to endure the dramatic pounding of the earth beneath their shared house as her sweet strength was unleashed against a man that could return the same. Chris frowned even now as he remembered exactly how that pounding force had been delivered to the bedrock beneath the house, Fairchild’s body simply re-transmitting the awesome forces that David was expending so intimately inside her, shaking the very bedrock beneath them! He was still having recurring dreams of inadequacy, his tortured mind envisioning the things that that superman must have been able to do for Fair that he would always be unable to do! Especially after Chris had once seen him without his clothes and realized that he was clearly ‘super’ in more ways than just his muscles!
Chris finally brought his tortured thoughts back to the present as he saw Bo’s hands move from the torn and twisted steel of the steering lock to the steering wheel itself, the tires squealing as the car bumped over some soft objects as she tore off for Nevada, their speed quickly reaching an easy 110 miles per hour; there were certainly not going to be any cops around to give them speeding tickets!
Monique slowly woke up, her ears ringing from the stillness, a distant drip of water being the only recognizable sound. She opened her eyes, seeing nothing at first, quickly realizing that she was in absolute darkness. She squinted her eyes, suddenly able to see the room a bit more clearly, remembering she was underground.
She also felt her hands moving down between her legs, her fingers acting almost as if controlled by someone else, her body tingling with arousal in a way she had never felt before! Kirrin had once mentioned Orgone energy to her. She wondered if that was what she was feeling!
She quickly realized that her wrists were bound together, a quick flex of her arms proving inadequate to break the restraint. Surprised now, believing she had just used several thousand pounds of force, she began struggling harder, the restraints still holding fast. Squinting her eyes in the darkness, she could barely see a man sleeping on a cot about ten feet away, suddenly remembering that he was the one who had brought her here. She rolled herself out of her own cot, staggered to her feet, and found that she was barely able to walk the ten feet to his cot. She stumbled just as she reached him, her fingers reaching out to grab his neck. She was determined to strangle the bastard; first he kidnaps her and now these restraints - how dare he do this to her!
She had no sooner surrounded his neck with her fingers when she felt his hands gripping hers, his strength very surprising as her fingers were bent backwards by his own! She suddenly realized what was wrong. The other weapon Kirrin had warned her about obviously now bound her. She suddenly realized that the handcuffs were unbreakable because they were made of pure gold!
Monique felt her body pulled further forward, her legs now straddling the man on the cot, her body suddenly exploding in tingling warmth as she felt a firm pressure between her legs. She was shocked to realize that the man had a dramatic erection and that she was straddling him!
Her mind told her to roll off the cot, but her gold-intoxicated body responded differently, suddenly humping downward to press herself against him, the blanket forming a frustrating barrier against any real contact. His hands suddenly released her wrists as they traveled up her arms, his hands surrounding her huge breasts as his fingers began stroking her wildly tingling nipples, his touch firm enough to hurt a little, enough to make her wild with desire! Her hands began tearing at the blanket again, army-issue wool tearing under her still invulnerable fingernails, his hard erection suddenly free for her bound hands to surround, guiding it toward her sex as she lowered herself frantically onto him.
She thrust her body up and down on him, her strong hips and abs working at just slightly greater than human strength levels, his hands holding and massaging her aching tits with wild abandon, his body somehow knowing he wasn’t going to really be able to hurt her. She threw her body left and right, stretching back until only his hands on her remarkable tits kept her from falling over backwards, then throwing herself forward to nearly smother him with her passionate kisses, the frail cot finally collapsing beneath them as they were slammed sideways onto the hard rock floor. Their combined orgasms went on and on, filling the stone room with their echoing cries.
Jim came to his senses first, remembering the power of this remarkable girl as she had first tried to strangle him and now was apparently trying to fuck him to death, her body displaying an athletic strength the likes of which he had never felt before! He was pretty sure she was still trying to kill him, but he wasn’t sure if it was really possible to be fucked to death!
The next two hours helped him to decide that it almost was possible, his body finally collapsing as the teenage girl was insatiable, her young body seemingly as strong and energetic at the end as she had been at the beginning. He was more than a little impressed with her youthful strength and the depths of her wild passion for him, not realizing that she would have had just as many strong orgasms if she had been alone here in the room. The gold restraints and the gold dust covering her body were the real source of her passion!
He finally managed to escape her tight embrace, staggering across the perpetually dark room to turn on a flashlight, the brilliant hissing of Coleman lanterns following a few moments later. He turned back to look at the young girl. Her beautifully tanned skin and the exotic gold handcuffs that bound her were gorgeous, speckles of gold dust highlighting her hair, sparkling brightly where they stuck to her skin. The moistness between her remarkably large breasts and between her legs seemed to have attracted most of the dust, and her hands were also covered in the glittering dust as she held them tightly between her legs.
“Please let me go! I can’t keep going this way! The gold will kill me! I’m not really human, not the way you are, and this gold is like a drug, and it’s poisoning me. I promise not to hurt you if you only release me. PLEASE let me recover!”
He watched her pale blue eyes, her pleading face, knowing he could not do it. He had watched a replay of the TV interview with the woman named Bo when he was in town, and he knew what she was capable of. He was also pretty sure that this girl was the one she had spoken of, the girl Monique.
“You called yourself PowerGirl earlier,” he said. “What’s your real name?”
“Monique. I’m just a maid, working for this actress in Beverly Hills. Please let me go, I won’t hurt you.”
“No, Monique, I know all about you, how you are probably more alien than Terran now. You people have been exposed now, its all over the TV, everyone knows about you. Maybe nobody else knows about this gold thing except me, but that won’t last. As soon as I get you out of here, I’m going to turn you over to the authorities and let everyone know what your weakness is. After that, you can forget about hurting any more people on this planet.”
He watched her, and saw a very concerned frown cross her face at his words.
“Look, what did you say your name was?”
“Jim, Jim Maston.”
“Look, Jim, I’m not like the real Arions, I am trying to help Earth. I saved a lot of people’s lives back in LA and at that weapons place in Nevada. It was Kirrin that set off that bomb, Aurora and I were simply her victims.”
“You were at that explosion?! My God girl, how could you do such a thing? I heard that tens of thousands of people have died already!”
“Believe me, Jim, I tried to stop her. I really did. But it was too heavy. I’m not as strong as her, I finally couldn’t hold it up. I’m sorry, but I did what I could, I tried so hard!”
With that, she began to cry, her face buried between her knees, her gold-flecked blond hair covering her as her body shook softly. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over to sit beside the young girl, and held her as he felt her soft tears falling on his chest, her handcuffed arms held stiffly between them.
She finally looked back at him, her moist eyes and tearstained cheeks making his heart ache. He could hardly believe that this girl was really as evil as her companion Kirrin. She seemed so human, so much like the 16 year old girl she must have been before her mutation. He found his resistance fading as he took her in his arms, kissing her tears away. Yet he suddenly had a wild thought, thinking how he could keep her here with him, keep her in the mine, admiring her each day as long as he lived!
Monique thought she recognized the funny look she saw in his face, and suddenly began to think she might have discovered an advantage.
“Jim, how can I convince you to let me go? I promise I won’t hurt you, and I could be a lot of help to you in mining your gold. While the touch of it weakens me, I could burrow through rock that would take you years to tunnel through, exposing lots of gold veins so you could dig it out yourself. I can make your dreams of wealth come true. I can make other dreams come true as well!”
“You mean just like a Genie in a bottle?” Jim asked with a grin, his eyes lighting up.
Monique watched his eyes, realized that he was very naïve, and wondered if she could convince him to let her go based on some promises. She decided to go for it: she had nothing to lose.
“Yes, Jim, like a Genie. I will grant you three wishes if you release me. Those wishes can be anything you desire. But you have to let me go first. Trust me, please, I won’t hurt you!”
Her soft urgent pleading was starting to get to him as she truly seemed to have some compassion and humanity left, despite what she and her friend had done at that weapons depot. He felt himself finally giving in, and dug out the key to the handcuffs to begin to take them off, wild possibilities of his three wishes filling his mind. He finally unlocked the cuffs, and let them slip over her hands as she brought them together to massage her wrists, a thankful smile on her lips.
“Do you also have a shower, Jim? I need to get this gold dust off me, it’s still keeping me weakened even without the handcuffs.”
“Sure, Monique. I’m afraid I don’t have any privacy, but there’s is a shower head over there. It’s fed from a tank of water that the sun heats up on the surface.”
He watched as she slowly rose from the floor, her body so sexy, so dramatic, her smooth muscles and huge rounded breasts making her look like a cartoon character, yet so very much alive!
Turning on the water, she turned and smiled at him while reaching behind her head to begin rinsing her hair, her huge breasts riding up even higher as her smile seemed to be an invitation. He walked across the floor, his clothes marking a trail behind him as he stripped them off. He picked up a bar of soap and began to lather it up across her strong shoulders.
The feel of her soapy skin under his hands was incredible, softer and smoother than any woman he had ever held, her body seeming to grow warmer under his hands as they washed the gold dust off together. Her shoulders soon felt like they were made of sculpted steel. His fingers traced the deep clefts between her muscles, feeling absolutely no give as she raised her arms upward, her shoulders flexing wonderfully. Her eyes met his as the last specks of gold dust washed away into the deep basin beneath her, her arm reaching out to the side to pick up a heavy steel pick-axe that was leaning against the wall. He heard the splintering of wood as Monique raised just the heavy steel end of the axe upward to hold it in front of her chest.
Jim swallowed hard as he knew that she was PowerGirl again, her powers restored as the gold had washed away, her strength great enough now to crush him to death without the slightest effort. Yet he was fascinated with her, his hands tracing over her powerful arms as he felt them flexing, the hard steel of the pick-axe groaning as he saw the hardened steel impossibly bending in front of him, his hands filling with unimaginably large muscles as she flexed her upper body! Her smooth feminine biceps grew larger than the size of a baseball, much larger, feeling like living steel as he held them in his hands.
Looking down, her saw the tendons stand out strongly on her wrists and across the backs of her hands, these immensely powerful hands bending the hard steel as she held the pick-axe head gently against her huge breasts. The contrast of steel, muscles and soft breasts staggered him as she bent and twisted it from back and forth, the steel growing rapidly hot from the internal friction.
There was a bright look in her eyes as she spoke in a gradual crescendo. “Well, Jim, I appear to have all my powers back. I’m now at least a thousand times stronger than you. Are you frightened now? Are you afraid I won’t honor my promise? Are you afraid I’ll use my strength to kill you for the way you’ve treated me?!”
He swallowed hard, the sudden realization of what he had done, of how he had given her back her powers, was making him suddenly very afraid. What if she had lied, was going to renege on her promise? He knew she could do anything she wanted to him.
“But I did grant you three wishes, “ she added brightly, “you now have only to tell them to me. I will honor them as best I can.”
He could barely talk, unsure what to believe. Her implied threat, or her promise. His head swam a bit in his confusion, and he became sensually mesmerized by the combination of her gorgeous body and her unbelievable display of strength as she continued to bend and mold the hard steel in her bare hands, by the beauty of her young face as her full lips approached his own. He found himself entranced by her, almost unable to think. He began to speak, almost in a dream.
“Ah, ah, first, um, I would, ah, like you to help me whenever I need it to tunnel through the rock and reach new gold veins.”
“OK… that is no problem. What else?”
He thought again of his brother, about how the Mafia had come in to take over his business, how they had intimidated his partners and customers until he had finally lost the business, selling it to the thugs for 10 cents on the dollar. He remembered the frustration they had felt as the cops were unable to prosecute those ‘honest businessmen’ who had closed such a good deal with his company.
“I want you to dedicate yourself to fighting crime, to bringing criminals to justice that conventional law enforcement cannot reach. To become a vigilante.”
“Are you sure, Jim? That will mean that I will become a criminal myself. Is that what you want?”
“You can easily protect yourself. No cops could arrest you, and if they somehow managed, you could just bend the bars of your cell open and escape anyway.”
This ‘wish’ pleased her. It was what she had wanted to do anyway. The aborted bank job in LA was just going to be the first step.
“I know I’m not in danger from the cops, but I’ll have to hide myself behind another identity to have a life, PowerGirl will be highly wanted by both cops and crooks. But if that is what you want, then I’ll do it. What else?”
Jim struggled with his next words, knowing that this was the moment of truth, the moment where he found out if she was true to her word.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, my lover, to be in love with me. To share your body with me, to show your strengths as PowerGirl. To always protect me and make sure no harm ever comes to me.”
His words had barely escaped when he saw a dark frown cross her face, the steel of the pick axe head suddenly squeezing out from her tightly clenched fists like toothpaste.
“You want WHAT, you son of a bitch, you want me to be your WHORE? Fucking you whenever you want me to, at your beck and call? Protecting your ass at the same time? Is THAT what you just asked of me?”
Jim stepped back, her outburst almost flooring him. He knew he had crossed the line, but he didn’t care. She was so beautiful, so strong, he just had to have her, had to reach for this wish even if it cost him his life! He stuttered and choked out a reply.
“Yes, I need you to be my girlfriend! My lover!”
*
Monique felt raging anger as she dropped the pick axe, grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him off the floor, fully intending to throw him across the cavern so hard that he would only be a grease spot on the opposite wall. She was about to act when she suddenly remembered that she had promised him. She knew he could have left her restrained and could have turned her over to the cops, telling them about her weakness. They would have been able to keep her in custody with gold restraints, and she perhaps would have spent the rest of her life like the proverbial bird in the gilded cage. No, he had released her on her promises to not hurt him and to grant wishes. She had just not been prepared for this final wish from a gold miner, gold and riches being more what she had expected.
Being asked to fight these untouchable criminals was cool, she would enjoy that in any case. Tunneling through rock for him was trivial, that wouldn’t involve more than a few hours of work a month. But being his lover? My God, that was going to be a daily problem! He had already shown her that he was extremely energetic and very hard to satisfy in bed. Yet there was a part of her that was thrilled to be under someone else’s power this way, her own sexuality still developing and open for exploration; after all, the girl inside wouldn’t be 17 for a few more months!
She was also very aware of the effect she was having on Jim, his infatuation with her powers very obvious now as he let all of his emotions fly freely across his face.
“Ok, Jim, I will grant the last wish as well, although I suspect you will tire easily in my arms. What would you have me do first?”
Jim felt like he was going to faint, her strong arms holding his feet off the floor as his legs dangled. His voice was weak as he said, “I want you to show me your powers, your muscles, to show me what makes you PowerGirl. To love me like no other girl on this planet can!”
“OK, but you will have to make me wear the gold handcuffs whenever we make love, or you will never survive. Would you like to put them back on me now, Jim?”
*
A couple of exciting hours later they walked back out into the blinding light of the desert, a weakened but still tingly Monique leaning against him as he helped her back into his truck. Her body was still flushed, her nipples incredibly erect, tenting out the large shirt he had wrapped around her gold-bound wrists, restraints that he planned to remove only when they got back to town to enable her to go on her way.
She leaned down to begin caressing him as he drove, her lips soon surrounding him as she brought him pleasure upon pleasure as he drove carefully back down the long road, finally turning onto the main road nearby, the dirt road that ran more than a hundred miles through the desert. Just a man with his passionate girlfriend, finally going home after a long time digging gold in the desert.
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