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Prologue

"Do you know what would be fun?"

"No. Tell me."

"Stealing a transporter band and going to Earth."

"You think it would be fun to break the law?"

"Nah, I think it would be fun to go to Earth. I don't care how we get there."

"Well, you go on your own then. I'm not getting involved. They'll lock you up for life if they find out you've been to a forbidden planet. Especially the most forbidden planet in the galaxy."

"They'll never know. We'll be back before anyone realises we're gone."

"Enough of the "we". You're on your own on this one. I don't want anything to do with Earth."

"Oh, come on. You never want to do anything interesting. No-one will ever know. It'll be great."

"I don't care. I'm not interested."

"Yes you are. C'mon, you know what they say will happen to us - to our bodies - in Earth's atmosphere."

"Yeah, I know what would happen. And that's why it's forbidden to go there."

"Well, think about it. It would be kind of like being a goddess. We'd be able to do whatever we wanted while we were there. Think of all those Earthers - all those things you could do..."

"Yeah, yeah. It'd be great. But we just can't do it, OK. I mean, we'd never be able to get away with it. Even if we got to Earth, had our laugh and came back, someone would find out and that would be that. No more entertainment for us."

"Listen, girl. I've got the whole thing worked out. I know where we can get a transporter band. We'll be back before they know we're gone."

"I don't know, I mean..."

"Think of what it'll be like when we're on Earth."

"Yeah, I know, but..."

"-But nothing. You want to be bored here tonight or you want to be a goddess on Earth with me?"

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"'Course I'm sure. Relax. It's not like we'd be committing one of the great crimes of history. It's just a little bit of fun."

"Is that it?"

"Haven't you ever seen a transporter band before?"

"Not until now. How's it work?"

"You just slip it on your wrist like a bracelet. I've already programmed it with the correct co-ordinates for Earth, so all I have to do is press this little button, and our adventure can start."

"But there's two of us and only one band."

"It'll transport both of us as long as we hold hands."

"And that's all there is to it?"

"Yup."

"And you're sure no-one knows that you've got it?"

"I'll put it back before they know it's missing."

"And they can't detect that we're using it or where we're going with it or anything?"

"I told you. I've got it all worked out. Now grab my hand and we're off."

"I don't know about this, Tara. I mean, what if we get caught?"

"We won't. I promise. C'mon, there's too much to loose. Think about it, Lyda."

"We're going to be back quick aren't we? We won't stay so long that someone notices we're gone, will we?"

"We'll be back here before you know it. We'll just stay long enough to get our kicks and then straight back. I swear."

"OK, OK. Let's do it."

Chapter One

Rick was exhausted. It had just been one of those nights. Two fights, a fat old drunk with his pants round his ankles trying to dance on the bar, and the usual collection of sad cases who refused to go home at closing time. It had taken him half-an-hour to clear everyone out and forty minutes to clean up the empty glasses and spillages. At times like this, he wondered why he had ever thought running his own bar would be fun. He had imagined himself serving drinks to celebrities, listening to fascinating stories, meeting beautiful women. Instead, he was clearing up after a bunch of drunken loosers. With a sigh, he bent down to pick up the contents of a spilled ashtray from the tatty carpet.

At first he thought he was hearing things. But he was soon sure that it was for real. A suppressed, girlish giggle, coming from somewhere behind him. He stood up and turned around. Rick was stunned. Two of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life were standing in the middle of his bar. One was tall with light brown hair, the other a slightly shorter brunette. They were both wearing broad smiles on their angelic faces. He let his eyes scan down the girls' full height. He couldn't decide which one was more attractive.

Even though it was a bitterly cold night outside, they seemed to be dressed for the beach - each superbly modelling a skimpy two piece bikini. They both had fabulous figures; magnificent full breasts, tiny waists, shapely hips, long, immaculate legs. They might have stepped straight out of his most private fantasies. Suddenly, Rick remembered that the street door had been locked for over half an hour. There was no way these two dolls could have been in his bar unnoticed for that long unless they had snuck in and hidden in the women's lavatory or something. It was as if they had suddenly materialised out of thin air. He wondered if he should confront them or just try some corny old line on them.

Before Rick had made his mind up, the taller girl turned to her colleague and said something in a language he didn't recognise. Whatever it was, it was clearly amusing because both girls began to giggle again. Rick wondered if he was looking at two European supermodels on a photoshoot who had somehow stumbled into his bar. They were certainly more than attractive enough. "Can I help you ladies?" he asked, trying to sound as cool as possible. That caused the beautiful pair to burst into even more giggles. He found himself staring at the two glorious bouncing chests, daring to believe that this might be his lucky night after all.

Now it was the dark haired, shorter one who spoke to her companion in the strange language. Her words prompted the brown-haired beauty to smile and then address Rick. He was surprised to hear that her English was flawless with no trace of a foreign accent. "Is this Earth?" she asked.

"What the fuck?..." thought Rick.

Tara was hardly able to contain her excitement. It was all going so smoothly. The transporter band appeared to have worked perfectly. She and Lyda had materialised inside a dark room to be greeted by the sight of a man's backside as its owner bent over to pick something off the floor. When the man stood to face them, she watched his eyes tracing the length of their bodies. Lyda had whispered to her "I can see his prick through his clothes!" and Tara found that she too could clearly view the stranger's rapidly expanding flesh under the fabrics he was wearing. So, it looked like the incredible stories she had heard were true; she and Lyda now had the ability to see through solid objects.

More wonders were revealed when she found herself speaking a foreign tongue as if it were her own. She wanted to ask the man if they truly were on Earth and the words just seemed to form themselves in her throat. This was amazing. But what of the other remarkable changes she had heard about - the incredible powers her people were supposed to possess while on Earth? Did they now have such fantastic abilities? Tara had to admit she certainly felt wonderful - lighter and fresher than she had ever felt before.

Lyda also felt great. She was so full of energy. It was terrific to be able to see a man's skin even when he was wearing clothes and astounding to hear Tara speak the alien language and understand every word of it. She knew the stories about members of her race undergoing unbelievable transformations on Earth and she was beginning to believe them. She was glad she had allowed herself to be talked into accompanying her best friend. She was going to have a lot of fun here on Earth - provided of course, that this actually was Earth. After all, the man still hadn't answered Tara's question. She decided to try out the strange, new, language for herself. "My friend and I want to know what planet this is." she said.

Rick was flabbergasted. It wasn't everyday two gorgeous girls in tiny, perfectly filled bikinis appeared from nowhere and asked what planet they were on. He decided it had to be some kind of joke, but he couldn't think of anyone he knew who would arrange such a complicated gag. So, he played along. "Welcome to Earth, ladies." he said. "I'm Rick. Pleased to meet you. Do you want me to take you to my leader?" Neither girl replied to his question, but the taller of the two did say something to the other in their mysterious language, so he added, "I'm sorry, I don't speak alien." They continued to ignore him. Not knowing what he should say next, he tried "Hello? Beautiful space girls? Can you hear me?".

So, this was Earth. Tara was delighted. She'd programmed the transporter band perfectly. Only one question remained now: just how much of the legend was true? Would she and Lyda really be goddesses on this planet? There was only one way to find out. She took a few steps forward, approaching a large, well-lit square device that was propped against one wall. As she approached the object, she saw its casing appear to melt away. She realised she was looking through it as she had done with the man's - "Rick's" - clothes. Inside, she saw dozens of black plastic discs. They looked heavy. Back home, she knew she would be utterly unable to move such a device. "If the stories of Earth are accurate", thought Tara, "I should be able to lift this."

Tara walked up to the big square object and placed a hand on either side of it. She prepared herself for a strain as she tried to raise it off the ground. Lyda looked on fascinated. To Tara's shock, the big object felt almost weightless. She threw it straight up into the air, catching it easily. "This is great!" she told her friend. "Here, you try." and she tossed the device towards the dark haired girl. It turned out that the thing was attached to the wall by a thin, black cable; before it reached Lyda, the cable was stretched beyond its limit, producing a big, bright flash as it snapped in two. Lyda caught the box without making any significant effort.

Nodding her head in the direction of the spark Lyda commented, "It's electric. They're still using electricity here!" then she threw the big contraption up in the air and caught it as her friend had done, adding "You're right. It does feel incredibly light". She noticed that the man was now staring at her with his jaw hanging open. Turning to her companion she said in their language "I think the stories are true. He seems amazed that I'm lifting this so easily." Tara looked at the broken cable. She took a couple of steps towards it and bent down to pick up the end that was still attached to the wall. As her hand touched the exposed metal filaments inside the cable, a series of sparks appeared.

Tara held the cable, broken bits of metal wire touching her palm, a look of curiosity on her gorgeous face as she studied the streaks of blue light emanating from it. She could feel the current running through her hand, up her arm and down her body. It felt terrific. The shock in the Earthman's eyes seemed to increase as he stared at her. Tara smiled and turned to Lyda. "Judging by his reaction, " she theorised, "I think he expects this electricity to be hurting me." Lyda placed the big device she was holding down on the ground and strode over to her friend.

"Here, let me have a go", she said, reaching out for the cable. The sparks flew once more as Lyda grabbed the live wire. "It's lovely," she announced. "This place is amazing!"

"Seems like it," agreed Tara, "but maybe that box is light and maybe the electricity here is different from back home. I think we have to do some more experimenting. We need to find something that's the same here as it is back home. Something like...." she looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. Nothing except... They both realised it at the same time.

"Him!" they said triumphantly in unison.

Rick was frozen to the spot. If this was all some kind of big joke, then someone had gone to a lot of effort to make it seem very real indeed. It looked as if the two girls had played catch with his jukebox, tossing it around as if it were a beachball. He remembered when the music machine was first installed. Two big men had brought it in on a trolley. No-one had moved it even an inch since then, and yet these babes had thrown it into the air and caught it as if it were practically weightless. And the cable! They'd snapped it in two and taken turns to hold the exposed live wire. Rick had seen a man killed by mains electricity, but these two just chatted amongst themselves while grabbing the cable as if the voltage merely tickled them.

Something weird was going on. He wasn't sure if it really was a joke after all. He looked at one girl and then the other. They were definitely beautiful. Stunning in fact. Neither of them appeared to have any more muscle than the average underwear model, so how had they managed to lift the jukebox? He stood and stared in utter confusion as the two strange young women discussed something, seeming to reach the same conclusion. Side by side, they started to walk towards him. "Umm.. great gag, ladies." he said nervously, "How's it done? Mirrors? Secret wires? Err.. trapdoors?" The girls ignored him, continuing their approach.

Rick found his attention torn between the incredible, subtle bounce of each of the two fabulous busts. It was as if the girls' bikinis contained some sort of fantastic, gravity defying contraption. He'd never seen such large round breasts riding so high and proud on a young woman's chest. He stared at the two flawless cleavages, noticing that there wasn't a single blemish anywhere to be seen on either girl's body, just smooth, perfect skin. They were incredible. They were also very close now, only a few steps away. Suddenly, he became very nervous. What if it had all been for real - no joke - and they had really thrown the heavy jukebox into the air? What did they want from him?

The two girls continued to walk towards him. Warily, he took a step backwards, trying to maintain the distance between them. They strode on, breasts bobbing so very erotically as they got ever nearer, so Rick took another step back and then another and another until he felt the base of his back pressing against the top of the bar and there was nowhere else to go except to the side.

Lyda smiled as she saw the Earthman backing away from her and Tara until he could go no further. She turned to her friend, and in their language, said sarcastically, "I think the big man is afraid of the two little girls!" Tara laughed at this as they advanced together towards him. Realising he was about to be trapped, the man tried to make a sudden break to the side. Lyda flashed out her hand, grabbing hold of his arm. Both girls clearly heard the crunch of bone just before the man screamed. "I've broken his bones!" said Lyda, delightedly, "Without even trying!"

Tara looked at the Earther, her face betraying an inner sense of amusement. "Let me try," she said, reaching across her friend to wrap her fingers around the man's other arm. She gently squeezed her hand and was rewarded with the sound of more crunching bone and screaming. "Wow!" she said. "Let go a moment. I want to see something." Lyda released his arm, whilst Tara maintained her grip. The taller girl bent her arm. To her utter joy, the big man's heavy-looking frame came easily off the ground. She held his entire weight in her slender hand, listening to his whimpers of pain as he dangled by his busted arm. "This place is amazing!" she said, letting go of the man. She watched as he fell to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him as he landed in a heap at the two girl's feet.

Lyda bent down, and reached out for the wounded man, eager to discover for herself what it felt like to hold a much larger man off the ground. She took a one-handed grip on his clothes just under his chin and tugged. She couldn't believe how easy it was to pull him up to his feet and then lift him off them. She stretched her arm upwards until his legs were dangling well off the floor and his head was almost touching the ceiling. Unable to use his arms, the man started trying to kick her. She saw his feet in their chunky covers crash against her thighs again and again but she felt almost nothing. "Put me down! Please!" he begged through his tears of pain.

Lyda found it incredible that she could understand his language. Almost as incredible as the fact that his blows were doing little more than tickling her. She spoke directly to him. "You want me to put you down?" she teased. "Alright then." Still holding him one-handedly well above the ground, she bent her arm slightly, bringing him a little closer to her face before pushing him away as she released him with a gesture similar to someone throwing a small projectile at a target.

She expected her gentle shove to send him backwards a few paces before he fell to the floor. Instead, she was stunned by the sight of the big man flying across the room. He was still rising as his back crashed against the far wall. His body slid downwards to the floor, leaving a large vertical red stain behind it, like the upper part of an exclamation mark. The bleeding crumpled heap on the ground beneath provided the point at the bottom of the punctuation.

Lyda had never killed anyone before. The ease with which she had taken the life of this "Rick" shocked her. She had only intended to humiliate him, not murder him. It had been fun shattering his bones with just a gentle squeeze from her slender fingers, but killing him? And yet, she couldn't control the growing sensation of power within her. She'd just ended the life of a far larger man with an effortless movement of one hand. It was a fascinating feeling. It was a wonderful feeling.

Tara looked at the busted corpse of the one who had called himself "Rick" and then at her friend. She found the whole scene incredible. The easy way Lyda had killed the big man thrilled her. She felt a tingle of excitement shoot through her body. It felt like the first time she had been touched by a boy. The knowledge that she too possessed the amazing power that her companion had just demonstrated aroused her even further. Everything that she had heard about the planet Earth seemed to be true. Seeing Lyda looking nervously in her direction, she exclaimed "That was fantastic!"

"But.. I killed him.." said Lyda unsure.

"With just a flick of your hand!" enthused Tara. "Didn't that feel great?"

"Um.. I guess so - it was great when he was kicking me for all he was worth and I could hardly even feel it... but I didn't mean to kill him."

"I know. It's not your fault that you've - we've - got fantastic abilities now. And it's not like back home - we're on Earth now. We can do anything we want here and we're only hurting Earthers. There's loads of them anyway."

"I suppose so. It was fantastic to see him flying across the room. It made me feel really... powerful."

"Me too! I told you we'd be goddesses here."

"Yeah, you were right about that. I'm glad I came. But you also said that we'd be back home before anyone realised we were gone. You'd better get us back before it's too late."

"Oh come on, Lyda. We've only just got here, only just started having fun. There's probably loads more Earthers we could meet around here..."

"Tara, I'm not getting myself a life sentence for the sake of a couple of extra moments. Just get us back now, before we get caught."

"OK, OK. Killjoy. I'll get us back. Grab my hand and I'll activate the transporter."

Lieutenant Howser surveyed the remarkable scene. In twenty years of homicide investigations, he'd never seen anything like this. The blood stains showed that the barman's body had hit the wall only a few feet below the ceiling and with enormous force. His bones had been shattered by the impact, breaking through his skin in a number of places. Something had also moved the jukebox which was now in the middle of the floor. The mains cable had been snapped in half, implying that the music machine had been moved with great power.

It was as if someone had come in with some kind of industrial machine using it lift the jukebox and kill the barman by throwing him against the wall. Yet there were no marks on the carpet consistent with any large machinery. There were also no signs of a forced entry, and more bizarrely, no sign of how the killer or killers had left. In fact, the door had been locked from the inside when the police had first arrived. A passing cabbie had spotted the carnage through the street window and they'd had to smash the glass to get in. Howser scratched his head. He could envisage this particular case remaining unclosed for a very long time.