The Domination of Fairchild
(Last Revision: 29-Sep-96)
by Sharon Best
The gripping pain shooting through her right breast finally managed to wake Aurora up. She felt like she had been unconscious forever, having no idea where she was. But the pain in her right breast told her that she was being carried somewhere, bouncing in mid-air, her entire weight supported by a single hand grasping her breast. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem: frequently during their many bouts of enthusiastic lovemaking, she and Laura would fling each other around by a breast, a finger, sometimes even an ear, to the great enjoyment of both! But this hand was gripping the comparatively tender flesh of her breast with a force far beyond the capabilities of Laura, or perhaps even of Kara! And surprisingly, it hurt!
She quickly realized that her arms were bound painfully behind her back. Flexing her incredible muscles for a moment, she was very surprised to find that she was unable to free herself. Not only that, but a strange and VERY arousing tingling sensation filled her entire body. The ache in her arms, and the pain in her right breast, even seemed to enhance her arousal. She had never felt anything like this before!
Aurora dazedly opened her eyes, finding that she couldn’t stop her thighs from squeezing together, the continuing tingling sensation somehow complementing the incredible pressure being applied to her breast. Looking up, she saw a woman’s long, beautifully muscular legs, covered to mid-thigh by skintight black leather boots. Her captor’s silky bare upper thighs brushed the back of her shoulders at every step, and it was clear that her captor must be very strong, and very tall. Feeling the woman shifting her body around, she found herself being carried partially sideways at mid-thigh level, held by the woman’s firm grasp on her left breast, her back pressed against her hip and thigh. Despite being held so low, her feet were barely touching the ground! She decided she must still be dazed, it didn’t make sense to be carried this way. She risked a look further upward, expecting to see Kirrin holding her.
To her surprise she saw a complete stranger holding her, a woman with long flaming red hair. And she was very tall! Suddenly struggling harder to free herself, she gathered her remarkable strength, trying to break the bonds that held her, knowing that no man-made substance could resist the power of her Velorian muscles. To her utter amazement she found that the bonds held. The woman carrying her stopped and looked down at her in surprise.
“So, you’re awake on your own! Very impressive. I had to force the other girl to wake up.”
Confused, Aurora thought to herself, “What other girl?”
Sh’Lyra lifted Aurora casually upward by her breast until Aurora’s face was at eye level with her.
“Gods and Goddesses, she’s really big,” Aurora thought to herself, “my feet are nowhere near the floor!”
Reaching out with her opposite hand, Sh’Lyra grasped Aurora’s other breast, the initially gentle pressure building impossibly when she started to squeeze both of them, her hands sinking deeply into the soft depths. Aurora’s eyes widened in pain and surprise as the largest muscles she had ever seen slowly grew before her eyes. The woman's fingers sank deeply into Aurora’s supposedly invulnerable breasts, the intense pain making her gasp and wriggle helplessly as she dangled in mid-air. Unbidden, dark thoughts and fantasies of the fascination of being helpless in someone’s strong arms now filled Aurora’s awareness. She had always thought of herself as the strongest living being in the universe, always needing to be so cautious about not hurting her lovers, sometimes desiring to be overwhelmed herself by an imaginary lover’s superior strength, but never knowing those pleasures. Now a woman held her in a way that caused her both pain and pleasure, the two mixing together simultaneously to create sensations she had never felt before. She opened her mouth to groan, but no sound emerged. The pain mounted higher and higher, her mouth moving soundlessly as she tried to cry out for her to stop, but not even the whisper of a gasp escaped her lips. Her captor’s only reaction was to smile cruelly.
“Good. You are going to be a worthy challenge for me. You didn’t utter a sound.”
Sh’Lyra finally lowered Aurora to her feet, and commanded her to follow. She released her powerful grip on Aurora’s breasts, turned her back while striding off confidently without a backward glance, all while Aurora was still dropping to the floor.
Aurora quickly found that her legs were barely able to support her as she slumped against the metal wall. Looking around, she noticed for the first time that they were in a long corridor, one that reminded her strongly of an Arion warship.
As the tall woman began to disappear rapidly down the corridor, Aurora again tried to speak, but nothing came out. (Effects of the gold dust she had been force-fed while unconscious. /Sharon) For the first time in her life, she felt very naked and defenseless. Even weak! The sensation of helplessness caused goose bumps to form all over her body and, in a shameful way, made her feel very sexy. If Aurora had been thinking completely clearly, she would have realized that these were all the side effects of gold intoxication combined with Orgone. But in her confused, and aroused, state, she failed to even comprehend that the shackles that held her were made of gold.
“This must be a dream,” she thought to herself as she struggled to catch up to this overpowering woman. “Or maybe a nightmare!”
Aurora’s nose began to twitch as she smelled the strong scent of flowers and honey. Blushing, she realized that she was very turned on, and these aromas were her own strong pheromones floating through the corridor. Following this statuesque woman down the hall, lost in the new emotions of being in someone else's power for a change, Aurora had no thought as to where she was going, even to why she was following. She had not followed anyone since she had arrived on Earth and had become a virtual Goddess!
They finally entered a private elevator, Sh’Lyra smiling down at Aurora, her 7’ height in heels still very intimidating compared with Aurora’s own 6’ height in her present bare feet. Aurora felt her heart beating ever faster as she saw how beautiful this woman was, the obvious strength of her body thrilling her. She suddenly realized this captor was her equal, maybe even her better! Yet with her red hair she could not be a Velorian. Was she a Kryptonian!?
Sh’Lyra was also barely in control of her own emotions, this young Velorian woman was so stunningly beautiful and powerful. Her hands still echoed from having used every ounce of her own strength to hold the woman, Aurora’s body apparently undamaged if not perhaps a little sore. She had never been able to use her strength like that before!
She could not help herself now as she reached down to hold Aurora’s face gently, bending down to kiss her forcefully, her tongue easily invading Aurora’s mouth. The kiss lasted for a long time, Aurora gradually beginning to kiss her back, the sense of helplessness making Aurora’s knees feel weak again. Her nipples were now as hard as steel, and a slippery wetness creamed between her legs, a wetness that she knew this tall woman could easily see. She was embarrassed and thrilled at the same time, confused and aroused in a fashion that she had never felt before.
“You are, or I should say you will be, my personal sex slave. You are not to say a word or make a sound unless I command you to.”
An amused thought crossed Aurora’s mind unexpectedly: that shouldn’t be hard: no voice.
When the elevator door again opened, Sh’Lyra turned and entered a huge plush room. Aurora remained in the elevator for a moment before realizing that she had no choice but to continue to follow her. The idea of becoming this woman’s sex slave, combined with her current feeling of helplessness, simultaneously repelled and fascinated her. Aurora found herself standing nude in the middle of the floor as a dozen personal slaves scampered into the opulent chamber. Half of the slaves took hold of Aurora and gently guided her to a anteroom, where they proceeded to bathe and oil her, their hands feeling luxurious as they caressed her softly invulnerable skin.
Meanwhile, Sh’Lyra checked on Janee, and was assured that the doctors were healing her. She then began calling several of her secret allies, all members of her Hellblazer Club, inviting them to a special party to be held in ten days. The Hellblazer Club had been formed as an organization of human people, all with similar sadistic tastes to her own, that had enjoyed a large underground following on Earth for centuries. Sh’Lyra had felt a great commonality with their vicious pleasures, and had started one of her own, the members composed of Arion Primes who were possessed of similar dark passions.
Her goal was now dedicated to taking over the Earth and at the same time traitorously foiling the Arion plot to utterly destroy it. Her small gathering of ‘friends’ was composed of mostly Arion Primes she had seduced to her cause during their visits to the R&R ship, as well as several powerful Terrans, who were also members of the original organization on Earth. Terrans who now knew all about the presence of the Arion’s on their home planet!
*
Meanwhile, Aurora was surprised that she was enjoying the bath so much, the buzz from the gold leaving her merely amazed that all of the other girls were now stronger than her as well. Blushing and profoundly aroused, she was helpless to stop them from bathing her very intimately. She was becoming breathless with unfulfilled passion when she was finally led to a large bed and pushed down onto it, the slaves' powerful arms holding her still. Two of them held her legs spread wide apart while the rest let their hands, lips and tongues roam where they would.
Aurora gasped in relief, knowing that release from her torment finally was within reach. Climax after climax suddenly tore through her body, shaking her from head to foot, her body not able to resist them for a moment. She silently offered herself to them all, her Velorian body wide open for their pleasures, and for her own. Too short a time later, barely an hour, they scrambled off of her, quickly kneeling on the floor. Still unfulfilled and horny!
As Sh’Lyra entered the room, the strong smell of flowers and honey greeted her nose. “Ah, the Velorian is clearly in heat now,” Sh’Lyra thought sensuously, her excitement rising. Her Super-Doms had done well!
Steeling herself, knowing that the training had to come before any pleasures, Sh’Lyra ordered the other slaves to leave. Yet it still took all of her tremendous will power to resist Aurora’s sexy smile, the desperate wriggling of her nude form on her bed as her body language clearly invited Sh’Lyra to make love to her. Aurora was clearly the prize of her dreams!
Sh’Lyra had always appreciated large breasts and nipples and Aurora definitely qualified. But more importantly, she was a true Velorian Protector, the rarest of all beings in the universe. She was, therefore, also profoundly dangerous. Only the Orgone and the gold intoxication and consequent weakness was holding her harmless. Sh’Lyra efficiently checked the restraints. After spending years lusting and planning for this very moment, she wasn’t going to blow it now.
Sh’Lyra sat on the edge of the bed, not smiling, slowly raising Aurora into the air by her shapely ankle. Suspending a very surprised Aurora upside down, she tied both ankles to specially-built bed posts at the foot of the bed. Aurora found herself facing the head of the bed, her arms bound and fastened as well, her body spread-eagled and upside down. She tried to pull free of the flimsy-looking restraints, but again lacked the strength!
Smiling at her pitiful efforts, Sh’Lyra pulled out special Orgone-inducer rods that she had copied and modified from Arion torture devices. Roughly spreading Aurora’s labial lips, Sh’Lyra inserted the largest one into her body, ignoring the girl’s bucking and twisting. Fortunately for Sh’Lyra, Aurora was too weak to effectively resist.
Silently Aurora screamed and pleaded, tears rolling from her eyes, an incredible feeling of fullness filling her body. Yet every muscle of her body suddenly went rigid as Sh’Lyra touched a control, and Orgone energy shot into her from the deeply inserted probe. The evil energy traveled from the probe, through the middle of her body, and into the special devices clamped to her nipples. These little devices concentrated the energy, then reflected it back even more strongly into her helpless body.
One of the prime biological functions of a Velorian woman’s breast, besides pleasure, is to collect and store almost any conceivable form of energy available, thus making vast quantities of it instantly available for her superhuman feats of strength or endurance. Sh’Lyra’s sinister device made brilliant misuse of this fact. The Orgone energy now flooding both of Aurora’s extremely capacious breasts provided neither strength nor endurance, but instead stimulated constant and unavoidable sexual arousal. Aurora twisted and writhed and screamed voicelessly, seeking release - any release - from the overpowering desires now surging throughout her entire body. But instead of release, her arousal just grew, and grew, and kept growing! Sh’Lyra had designed this Orgone infusion technique to never - quite - give her victims a climax, yet to make orgasm the single supreme goal of their fevered minds.
Sh’Lyra watched Aurora wriggle helplessly, her infamous evil smile spreading across her face. She calmly and with great pleasure began whipping Aurora’s naked ass very strongly with a quirt made from super-hard metal fibers. For the first time, there was no need to hold back her natural strength when whipping a helpless victim, and it felt so good! Switching a Velorian supergirl like this was a high to end all highs!
Sh’Lyra herself was getting aroused like never before, and had to bite her lip deeply in order to keep control. The next few days of this slut’s training were critical, yet Sh’Lyra was already getting so hot she barely remembered to stop after every five lashes with the quirt to re-coat it with the drug that she, and only she, knew about.
As far as Sh’Lyra knew, the drug she was using was unique, and it was her greatest weapon in her campaign to conquer this Velorian. Years ago, Sh’Lyra had found it on an alien world. It was absorbed through the skin, anyone’s skin, even that of a Velorian’s invulnerable body, and it strongly affected the mind. Two years ago, during a High Command torture session of a Velorian woman who had been held prisoner for more than a decade, Sh’Lyra had secretly tried it out. She had smeared it on the victim’s thighs, and for the next two days the Velorian woman had simply laughed and laughed while having orgasm after orgasm as she was painfully tortured. It drove the torturers nuts, and in their zeal they unfortunately broke her. Useless for the purpose they had intended, they abandoned her, planning to let her spend of the rest of her miserable life slowly rotting in the Arion equivalent of a medieval Terran dungeon.
Sh’Lyra, however, had personally stepped in and taken the woman into her custody. Then, acting on an impulse that to this day she did not understood, she had undertaken the most risky mission possible for someone in Arion service. She had secretly left the broken woman in an alley on Velor’s sister planet, Daxxan. The necessary long space flight to Daxxan had been the most exciting time of Sh’Lyra’s life, despite the fact that the Velorian was severely injured and out of her mind. She had perfected her techniques for applying the drug and torturing Velorians during that long journey. The name Kassandra still sent an exciting thrill through her body when she read it in the archives of that interrogation!
*
Sh’Lyra had found that the drug made the victim’s mind very suggestible. It also affected long-term memory and, in larger doses, the victim began to confuse pain with pleasure. The amounts Sh’Lyra was now giving to Aurora were thousands of times stronger than the lethal dosage for a Terran. It was more than she had ever tested on any unfortunate Arion, but it was still far less than the amount that had destroyed Kassandra’s mind. The only drawback to the drug was that its effect was not permanent, at least in normal doses, and it lasted for only a few days.
Her baneful smile grew at that thought, since that just meant that Sh’Lyra would have to apply more of the drug, every second day, in this delightful fashion! The effects of Sh’Lyra’s training sessions, some would call it brainwashing, would gradually suppress and eventually destroy the victim’s original personality.
Sh’Lyra also knew from long experience with Arion slaves, that within three days all gold restraints could be removed, and within nine days the new slave would willingly obey almost all commands if she was properly rewarded with an occasional chance to climax, or even with just an opportunity to serve her new mistress!
*
While the Orgone energy exploded though her body, Aurora felt helpless and so terribly weak. Never before had she absorbed so large a dose. Her mind was almost beyond any ability for her to exert self-control, the white heat of passion filling her body both with fire and aching need. Yet a tiny part of her brain remained untouched, ashamed as the rest of her body and mind fervently wished to beg for someone to use her, to fuck her, to love her. Only the fact that her vocal cords were coated with gold dust prevented her from shaming herself even further.
Her nipples became permanently steel-hard with need, contorting the powerful clamps, as they grew to well over two inches long, and approached half that in width. She silently gasped again and again as lines of fire shot across her ass, the whip stinging even her invulnerable skin, a strange sensation mixing with the Orgone energy after each stroke of the whip, her mind growing more and more confused. Pain and pleasure began combining as an overwhelming need possessed her. Arching her back, thrusting her breasts and pelvis into the air, she begged helplessly and silently for Sh’Lyra to touch her body, to use her incredible strength to fulfill her boundless needs, the needs that only one as powerful as Sh’Lyra could satisfy! But Sh’Lyra did not touch her even once, except with the end of her whip!
*
Over the next several days Sh’Lyra devoted herself almost exclusively to Aurora’s training. As the Velorian’s will slowly weakened, she used subliminal messages to suggest things to her, working to mold her in the ways she wished. Even when unavoidable duties called her away, Aurora received no rest from the Orgone training, Sh’Lyra’s Doms immediately appearing to continue the treatment.
Now after four days, Aurora began crying whenever she was left alone. She no longer cared whether she was being tortured or rewarded, wanting only the loving touch and attentions of her Mistress. And by now, all touches seemed loving, whether from whip or tongue. And at least when Sh’Lyra was present, the constant strokes of the whip, combined with occasional kissing and fondling, allowed Aurora some small release from her great need, and allowed her to feel wanted. By the fifth day Aurora’s voice began to come back, her inhumanly loud moans and passionate screams now constantly echoing up and down the ship’s corridors.
By the seventh day Aurora’s whole world was revolving around her captor. Sh’Lyra had deeply convinced Aurora that she loved her and cared for her and wanted only the best for her and always knew what was best for her. On the morning of the ninth day, Sh’Lyra decided that her Orgone training was complete. She could now give Aurora a climax simply by kissing her deeply or by spanking her with her open hand. It didn’t matter which. Still, she knew full well that Aurora was at the core a Velorian Protector, and Sh’Lyra was fully prepared for battle when she released Aurora from her restraints for the first time, knowing that her strength would soar back to Velorian levels!
Sh’Lyra herself finally excitedly tore the gold restraints from Aurora’s body, soft gold flowing like putty in her hands. She clearly saw and felt Aurora’s body suddenly growing firmer as her hands caressed the Velorian. Sh’Lyra could feel the radiance as Aurora’s skin grew warmer, her powers surging back into her body, the overstimulated woman’s legs collapsing beneath her as green lightning leapt from her breasts and her sex and crashed around the room, Aurora finally exploding into a wild serious of climaxes without even being touched!
Sh’Lyra sat down beside her, gently rubbing Aurora’s limbs and cooing to her, trembling with passion as she held the girl’s strong body, thrilled by the casual but dramatic flex of her remarkable muscles, enjoying the stimulation of the massive jolts of superhuman energy against her skin. As the thunderclaps slowly faded away, she held her like a mother would hold her baby, until Aurora finally began to moan again, shivering with an unending succession of small climaxes.
Now it was time for the test. Sh’Lyra stood and hesitated for a moment, inwardly apprehensive, even after Aurora’s extensive conditioning.
“Stand, and tell me what your name is,” she finally commanded in a strong voice.
Aurora scrambled to her feet, looking confusedly at this all-powerful woman.
“I...I don’t know,” Aurora said honestly, looking at her Mistress’ full lips, so desiring them that she was unable to look higher and meet her eyes. Whenever Sh’Lyra smiled, Aurora smiled back, responding only to the lips.
“Kneel before me, my love, and tell me what you desire,” Sh’Lyra commanded.
This was it. Aurora was unshackled, totally free of the weakening effects of the gold, at her full and awesome physical prowess. If the conditioning didn’t hold, if it broke at this point, even for an instant, Sh’Lyra knew she would be immediately engaged in the battle of her life, and nobody could say for certain which of these two mightiest women in the universe would survive. On the other hand, if the conditioning held at this critical point, it would almost certainly hold forever, and Sh’Lyra would now own the greatest possession she had ever dreamed of - an indestructible, willing, powerful, dependent, ever-trusting and sexy Velorian Protector!
Aurora knelt gently.
Sh’Lyra held her breath and waited.
“I want your love,” said Aurora softly.
Sh’Lyra threw her head back and unleashed a scream of “TRIUMPH!!!” so loud, so boisterous, that it echoed and re-echoed back and forth from every corner of the five-mile-long ship!
Sh’Lyra joyously threw Aurora up into the air, catching her in her arms and kissing her rapturously, her tongue powerfully conquering her mouth. Aurora moaned, impelled into yet another climax. Sh’Lyra tossed her onto the bed and exuberantly leaping after her. For the first time in her life, Sh’Lyra held nothing back, as she made love to the all-powerful Aurora! Sh’Lyra knew full well that the Velorian could not control herself now and would be using her full strength as well. After a lifetime of holding back, suddenly being able to use her full strength during love-making was a heady emotion, one powerful arm pinning Aurora to the bed as she kissed her eyes, lips, neck, and throat, while her free hand squeezed Aurora’s breasts with well over a hundred thousand pounds of force! Aurora cried out in glorious response, multiple climaxes tearing her apart, her own muscles flexing to return similar strength, Sh’Lyra’s own body raging with explosions she had never experienced before!
Sh’Lyra finally released Aurora’s hands and gripped her hips. Her mouth traveled down over her breasts, he teeth nibbling her large nipples with enough force to sheer through steel wire if Aurora’s nipples had been that soft. Her kisses traveled down her stomach, Sh’Lyra experiencing an immediate second climax with her new slave when Aurora cried out, “Ohh, Mistress! That feels so good! Oh, love me with all your powers, with your beautiful muscles, with your unending love!”
Quickly Sh’Lyra changed positions so she was straddling Aurora’s face, her lips bending down to kiss Aurora’s sweet and grasping labial lips. Eager tongues and teeth found each other’s clits. Thighs, strong enough to turn the strongest steel to white-hot molten liquid from their pressures now contracted strongly around each other’s heads. To her great delight Sh’Lyra discovered that Aurora was clearly as strong as she was, her body easily capable of surviving her own crushing strength as climax after climax shook them both.
Neither one stopped making love to the other as millions, even tens of millions of pounds of force were generated between their wildly bucking bodies. Orgasm after orgasm swept through them, green lightning arcing across the room again and again as Orgone energy was released through both of them. One blonde and one red-headed superwoman screamed out their pleasures over and over as the greatest climaxes anyone had ever experienced tore though their bodies. It was hours later when their enthusiastic love-making finally shattered the specially-hardened bed and buckled the 24-inch thick hardened steel armored floor beneath it.
*
The helmsman called for assistance, the ship’s mighty impulse engines suddenly firing at full power as he tried to stabilize the ship, the immense seismic forces coming from Sh’Lyra’s chambers forcing the ship rapidly downward toward the lunar surface. He desperately somersaulted the ship, brilliantly using those same incredible thrusting forces coming from inside the ship to restore it to near its original orbit, the Chief Engineer grimacing at the stress gauges, afraid the main structure of the ship was becoming distorted, the impulse engines straining to generate the energies needed to counter the strain of those amazing, pounding, surging, raging energies that had come so suddenly upon them. The helmsman was far too busy trying to keep the starship from breaking up to speak, but he couldn’t help thinking, “Is the whole fucking SHIP having an orgasm?”
*
Fifteen hours later, Sh’Lyra and Aurora finally collapsed into each others arms and slept, an equally exhausted crew finally able to relax as the unpredictable strains were removed from the ship’s structure. The two women slept many hours until the time of Sh’Lyra’s party grew close, timid slaves creeping into the room to bathe and oil their Mistress as they prepared for the greatest celebration that had ever been seen on a starship.
Upon awakening, Sh’Lyra had another small climax, not dramatic, but rewarding, when Aurora, without any orders from her, helped the other slaves bathe and oil her, her immensely strong hands deeply massaging the previously impenetrable muscles of Sh’Lyra’s body, a massage the likes of which she had never experienced. Aurora’s strong fingers worked their wonders so deeply and strongly that Sh’Lyra’s skin began to glow from her powerful touch, the oils that it had been bathed in suddenly bursting into flames as the two women burned brightly, the slaves shrinking away from the blaze, watching in awe as these two superwomen embraced each other in the midst of the roaring flames.
A half hour later Sh’Lyra finally stood back up from the smoldering bed, fastening an ornate and very tight gold belt around Aurora’s tiny waist, binding her arms behind her again with the gold chains. Proudly, Sh’Lyra admired the image of herself and Aurora, two magnificent superwomen, their reflections large in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Sh’Lyra watchfully caught Aurora glancing upwards for a moment and snapped at her, telling her she was not showing the proper submission and had to be punished. Sh’Lyra pulled Aurora over her knees and spanked her with her specially prepared quirts, reapplying her special drug. Tears began flowing down Aurora’s cheeks, a little orgasm shaking her, Sh’Lyra’s firm powerful thighs very deliberately pressing firmly upward against her wanting sex.
Sh’Lyra reached down to activate a small Orgone generator and slid it into Aurora’s body again, pumping it back and forth until it was only a blur to the eyes of the slaves. The Orgone energy began to infuse itself through Aurora’s body again until she was back on the edge of another massive series of orgasms.
Suddenly stopping, carefully not allowing Aurora any release other than in her arms, Sh’Lyra fastened the two small gold Orgone generators to Aurora’s nipples. Standing her up, Sh’Lyra ordered two slaves to take her to the arena and to chain her to the throne. Her legs shaking with renewed longing, Aurora was led away, the small gold Orgone generators continuously permeating her large breasts with Orgone energy through her proud upraised nipples. Sh’Lyra laughed in triumph, watching as Aurora trudged away, head hung down in shame, her body shaking with passion.
In another chamber, Symbala continued the training of Monique, astounded at the young girl’s strength after she had removed her gold bonds. She was very grateful that the Orgone was now controlling the teenage girl’s sweet strength.
For her part, Monique thought she was going to go out of her mind with need and lust over and over again as the little minx Symbala constantly teased her with her body. Never had a Terran, albeit a very special one, been exposed to as much Orgone energy as Monique now was!
When she could tear herself away from Aurora, Sh’Lyra secretly watched Symbala’s progress in training Monique. By the eighth day Monique was constantly tearing at the gold manacles that Symbala had occasionally been forced to place on her arms, her body in a constant state of arousal. All she could think about was breaking free and making love to that little nymph Symbala.
Two days after that, Symbala was getting really worried. The constant arousal was clearly making Monique immensely stronger, her already huge breasts now at least a size larger than before from the effects of the Orgone. Her nipples were now so large and hard that it took all of Symbala’s strength to keep this PowerGirl excited. For the first time in her life, Symbala found herself caring about someone, wondering who was training whom, enthralled by Monique’s gorgeous and ever more powerful body! She found herself wishing that Sh’Lyra had not ordered this, frightened that she was failing in her assignment to dominate Monique, and dreading Sh’Lyra’s certain punishment if she failed! She often woke up crying in the middle of the night, rashly turning to kiss Monique, teasing her lips and then her nipples until she awoke, and making love to her the remainder of the night.
Symbala herself had grown up an orphan in a refugee camp, first raped when she was just 11 years old by three men who then took her off to be their slave. Slavery had been an integral part of her culture ever since the Arion conquest of Tanzrobi centuries before, and she had no choice but to accept it, but she grew to hate men with all of her being. It took her five years to escape them, yet she smugly left the last one who touched her without the tools to rape another!
Naked, bruised, and hungry, she had stumbled into a small valley on her remote planet, and found refuge amongst some compassionate villagers. It was purest fate that Sh’Lyra had chosen that very village as a place to pick up slaves of her own. Being awakened suddenly by loud cries of protest, Symbala had seen the most beautiful and most commanding woman she could ever imagine, looking like a dark Goddess in the early morning light as she entered the village. No longer afraid of mere death, Symbala had boldly walked up to this giant of a woman.
Sh’Lyra had looked surprised when this dirty naked girl, one who could likely become beautiful if given proper food and care, had walked confidently and proudly up to her.
“I hate men,” was all Symbala said. Sh’Lyra had smiled as she answered, “As do I little one, as do I. Kneel and rest, my little slave, I will take care of you. Men will never hurt you again!”
With that, Sh’Lyra had imperiously ordered the leader of the village, a man who had previously wanted to cast Symbala out, to fetch a drink and clean clothing for her! Symbala had been with her ever since, a loyal and ever-willing slave.
*
Monique tossed her sweat-soaked blond hair back from her eyes as Symbala started to kiss upward along her inner thighs once again. Growling, she heaved for the thousandth time at her shackles, the alloy of impossibly strong Vendorian steel and gold resisting her great strength yet again. Tendons became more than steel-hard as her arms swelled with muscles many times larger than should have been possible for a Terran, her body now a genetic soup of Terran, Arion, Velorian and even Tanzrobi. Her arms perspired and sizzled as her muscles heated up from her passion. She looked down at her huge hard-cut biceps, surprised to see them glowing red from inside, the heat charring the bed sheets beneath her. Glancing at the hated manacles, she snarled and applied even more pressure, her muscles flexing larger than even she had ever imagined they could, the effects of the Orgone having done much more than simply increase the size of her breasts! She suddenly felt stronger than ever before as she exerted her full alien strength.
There was a sudden loud squeal of overstressed Vendorian steel as the chain parted, Monique’s arm whistling over Symbala’s head, the chain swinging full circle and bouncing harmlessly off Monique’s sculptured steel shoulders with enough force to cleave a Sherman tank in half. Had she been standing, Symbala knew she would be dead, her enhanced body now no match for this teenage supergirl!
Symbala squealed in fright and ran toward the door, Monique quickly breaking the remaining manacles while clawing the hated Orgone probes from inside her body. Symbala panicked and began pounding on the armored door, her powerful fists denting the hard steel with every blow, shouting to be let out.
Barely flexing her calf muscles, Monique leaped fifty feet across the room, catching Symbala by her long black hair. Growling ferally, she forced Symbala to kneel and kiss her nether lips once again!
Monique cried out in pleasure from her long-delayed climax, as Symbala’s long tongue slid into her passion tunnel. Monique was slowly discovering that she had a darker side, and enjoyed forcing this little minx who had so tortured her to give her pleasure now. As a second orgasm ripped though her, she fell onto her back on the floor, pulling Symbala down to her mouth by just her hair. She kissed her bruisingly, her tongue invading Symbala’s mouth, one hand finding and squeezing a large chocolate brown breast, her other hand moving down between Symbala’s legs. As her long fingers spread Symbala’s nether lips and plunged into her, she said in Arion (the knowledge of which, she had learned, had been implanted in her mind just after she had been brought to the ship), “Now, Symbala, after you’ve pleased me, I shall tease you!”
She blinked and froze briefly when she heard Symbala answer as a slave would, “Yes, my love.”
Soon Monique was lost in passion, and unaware of the armored door as it slowly opened. She felt a breeze and a sudden sound, just before a huge fist struck her forcefully in the back, driving her upper body and her face through the thick steel deck beneath her. So sudden was the attack that she was stunned, unable to move, the fist pounding her again and again. As she blacked out she heard Symbala screaming her name, pleading for help!
Captain Randall Luke of the United States Air Force circled his SR-71 Blackbird over Nevada, thinking how this was a fool’s errand. He flew one of the three SR-71’s that had been recalled to active service, and he had just been ordered to fly a mission to guide someone to a dam of all things! No aircraft on Earth could match the speed of his plane, so why waste it on such a pedestrian mission? Oh well. He would just have to keep it slow and low enough for an ordinary plane to follow. But it made no sense.
He was making his third slow orbit of the center of the state, his speed barely above Mach 1, when he suddenly thought he was hallucinating! Looking out his side window, he saw the most beautifully gorgeous blonde babe he had ever seen, flying unsupported next to him. Her fantastic knockers were vibrating visibly beneath a tiny green bikini top, the powerful supersonic shock waves visibly caressed her body! He closed his eyes briefly, but was amazed that she was still there when he opened them. She even waved to him, the realization finally hitting him that this must be the fabled ‘superbabe’ he had heard about. He had seen a crude fuzzy picture of her on the wall of the briefing room!
“Blackbird One, do you copy?” Startled, Captain Luke recognized General Mayer's voice.
“Roger, Sir, This is Blackbird One. Sir, either I’m dreaming, or that superbabe is flying next to me. Hell, I’m doing more than Mach 1. Can she fly that fast?”
“That’s her all right! Fly her to the dam as fast as you can, son, and don’t worry about her keeping up. People’s lives are at stake.”
“Roger, Sir!” He sat back in his seat, adjusted his G-suit and looked out at the stunning blonde again. Her long hair was streaming straight back, a big smile on her face as she moved closer, her body now only a few feet from his canopy! The Captain shook his head, waggling his wings gently to warn her before he punched in his afterburners, all the while never taking his eyes off the superbabe. In spite of the General’s assurances, he was amazed when she easily kept up with him, her gorgeous ass and thighs flexing even more strongly than before, reveling in her gorgeous muscles as she flew faster and faster, the Mach meter climbing to greater than Mach 3, approaching Mach 4.
It took him only minutes at this speed to arrive over the target. He waggled the wings again to get her attention and pointed down at the dam as they flew over it. She smiled at him, flipping on her back and arching her body as she floated closer, the shock waves she created buffeting his aircraft as she kissed the glass of his canopy, leaving a faint imprint of her gorgeous full lips! She finally smiled, waving as she twisted her body in mid-air, her lower body flexing even more dramatically before she accelerated ahead of him so rapidly it made him feel as if he was standing still, flying far faster than he thought possible! He was so startled that all he said on the radio when General Mayer called again was, “Superbabe is delivered, Sir.”
*
Laura couldn’t stop laughing as she flew down towards the dam. The pilot’s expression had been priceless when she had flirted with him. Turning her attention to the job at hand, she saw smoke pouring from the top of the huge building next to the dam, her attention drawn to large cracks that were now visible to her super vision. Hordes of eager reporters, the police struggling to holding them back, were massed on the roadside. Having been on a tour of a similar dam years ago, Laura knew it would contain many passageways inside. Using her x-ray vision, she looked through the thick concrete to see an alarming scene.
She saw a huge room filled with massive electrical generators. Several men and two young women dressed in black clothing and hoods were firing automatic weapons at three policemen. The cops, huddled behind a huge two storey tall generator, were slowly being forced back, flanked on both sides by the people in the black tights.
Laura was startled to see a dark-haired, muscular woman, wearing what looked like a bathing suit and red boots, crouching on top of the next generator in line. “She must be an Arion,” was Laura’s thought until she saw the woman leap down gracefully as a cat to land behind the policemen. Turning, she surprised a terrorist who had worked her way behind the cops and had been taking careful aim with her UZI. As quick as thought, the black-haired woman’s hands flashed in front of her, deflecting the stream of bullets, a riot of bright sparks exploding from a pair of wide bracelets that she wore, saving the cops from certain death!
Meanwhile, outside the dam, one lucky reporter filmed a blonde streak passing by him as Laura zoomed through the parking lot and crashed though the first of several thick steel doors. Her supersonic shock wave shattered most of the car windows, knocked people off their feet, and, for the first time that day, silenced the reporter’s questions.
As fast as Laura was, the other woman had already subdued the first female terrorist with a golden rope before Laura was able to enter the generator room, landing on the other side of the huge generator. Catching sight of her, the remaining four terrorists opened fire.
Laura gasped loudly as several bullets a second hit her body, the breath smashed from her lungs as her chest was compressed by the powerful impacts. She had never been shot quite like this before, and was unprepared for the force of the multiple strong 9mm impacts. Her body staggered and smashed up against a concrete wall, her legs collapsing as she sank to her knees. To her surprise, it wasn’t particularly painful, but the sheer force of it had caught her off guard. It was actually somewhat pleasant whenever a bullet struck her firming nipples, each impact generating a quick electric stab of urgent tingling that raced through her body!
Looking down, she saw her Kevlar bikini top slowly shredding as even this normally bulletproof fabric could not remain intact when trapped between the bullets and her invulnerable body. More than a hundred rounds crashed rapidly into her chest and stomach, her breasts undulating wildly from the bullets dimpling her soft flesh until they were bounced back by the steely muscles beneath her cushiony softness. She couldn’t help herself, reaching up to massage her tingling breasts firmly, the bullets now impacting mainly against the backs of her hands as she covered herself, her huge erect nipples sticking out between her fingers so the bullets could still strike them!
She was amazed to feel her nipples now getting harder and larger than they had ever been before in her life! They were soon over two inches long and nearly an inch wide; the huge super nipples of a true superwoman! For almost two weeks she had had no sexual release, and now the strangely erotic impacts against her body staggered her with more than just their violence. When one gun suddenly began traveling much lower, the impacts marching down her slightly rippling abs inexorably towards her sex, and sparks finally exploded from between her long legs, Laura’s loud gasps became audible even over the roar of the machine guns. Her thighs involuntarily opened as her hands followed the impacts down, two fingers momentarily disappearing right where the impacts had torn her bikini bottom free.
She desperately struggled to bring her thoughts back to the present, realizing this was definitely not the time to indulge herself. Looking back up, she pulled her tousled blond hair from her face and quickly began to use her heat vision to heat up the guns until the terrorists finally dropped the glowing weapons onto the cement floor.
Leaping forward from the wall, she ripped some inch-diameter aluminum cable from the ceiling before using it to wrap several coils around all four of the struggling terrorists. Fusing the cable ends together with simply the grip of her powerful hands, she turned towards the remaining police officers. She was surprised to see that the other woman, the one who had captured the first terrorist, was also walking over toward her. She had almost reached her when Laura’s sharp eyes saw yet another terrorist leaning around a corner, and his gun flashed before she could move.
“Look out!” Laura shouted, diving forward to try to block the bullet. Despite her quick reactions, she was too late, her eyes following it as it struck the woman in the middle of her bare back! She saw the woman’s body arching impossibly backward before crumpling to the floor, her eyes rolling up in her head as she passed out. Laura heard someone running up behind her and turned just in time to receive a knife blow to her sensitive breast instead of her more resistant back. The blade slid low across the soft flesh, dimpling deeply into it before the blade bent and snapped off in the man’s hand! Laura curled her lip in disgust as she casually flicked him on the chin, and the man’s suddenly unconscious body flipped end-over-end before falling to the floor in a heap.
She turned back to the black-haired woman, surprised to see that she was sitting up slowly, her hand rubbing a bright red spot on her back, her skin bruised yet unbroken where the powerful bullet had struck her. Her deep blue eyes stared up at Laura’s as she helped her to her feet.
“You must be Aurora! Kara told me so much about you a few weeks ago! My name is Diana.”
Her words sent mental shock waves racing through Laura’s head. Kara seen in the last few weeks?! A dozen witnesses had seen her murdered months ago!! How could she still be alive!
“You’ve met Kara lately?! But, but she’s dead!!. Where did you see her?!”
Diana hesitated, realizing that she had said too much already, the existence of alternate dimensions not something that she wanted the Terrans to know about. It was important to keep them isolated so that they could work the aggression out of their systems before joining the other space-faring and dimensional-fairing races. She herself had never before visited this version of Earth because the dimensional transition was much more difficult and painful than the journey to the Earth where Superman lived. Meeting Kara, however, had fired her curiosity, and she’d decided to brave the crossing and see how different this Earth really was from the one where she was a respected heroine. Of course she hadn’t expected to arrive in the middle of a terrorist attack--the gods did work in mysterious ways!
Laura turned to look closely at Diana as she hesitated, noticing that they were almost equal in height and muscularity. Also noticing that she was also exceedingly beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman she had ever seen!
Laura was just starting to deny she was Aurora, and Diana was trying to decide what to share about Kara, when a huge disfigured man leaped down upon them. Wrapping a massive hand around each of their necks he slammed them face first into each other. So strong was his attack that the force of the impact burst all the terrorists’ ear drums, and shattered the faces of all the glass dials in the room. Dazed, almost out on their feet, Laura and Diana could only offer feeble resistance as they staggered to their knees, Diana quickly losing consciousness while Laura just remained dazed.
Xar chuckled. Sh’Lyra had planned this perfectly to trap the last Velorian, the one they had seen on the Terran CNN broadcasts for the last two weeks as she had helped with the disaster clean-up. And a bonus! The dark-haired beauty was here as well, the one he knew from Arion intelligence reports was called Wonder Woman, and who was frequently seen on that other Earth in the parallel dimension! He quickly wrapped gold neck and waist bands around both of them before picking them up and slinging them over his shoulders.
“Those two weakling Betas had better still be waiting on the road,” he thought to himself, “this blonde Velorian isn’t going to be stunned for long!” He knew he would need to induce Orgone paralysis soon, or she might snap even the gold restraints!
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