Yawning, Lori rolled over and stretched her arms. She couldn't stretch them very far, as her hands quickly thudded against a wooden bulkhead. Opening her eyes, she looked across the small cabin. There was more than enough light coming through the porthole to let her see her companion still asleep in the other bunk, his bare chest rising and falling evenly with his breathing.
She briefly thought about waking him up, but then decided against it. He'd had a pretty rough night --- they both had. It was the best kind of night. She smiled at the memory.
They'd spent much of the night under the full moon and the stars on the sand, playing out some of his fantasies. The ones he'd gotten from that web site with the stories and pictures about the fantastically beautiful and impossibly strong blonde superwomen from beyond the stars.
Not that she really fit that image, Lori thought ruefully as she climbed out of the bunk and looked down at her naked body. She only stood a couple of inches over five feet tall. And, she reflected as she fit herself into the top half of her bikini, she wasn't built anything like those superwomen. Oh sure, she had all her curves in the right places, there simply wasn't enough of them. And while she considered herself a blonde, her hair was actually more of a light brown than the gold of the fantasy women.
Even though he seemed to enjoy being with her, she knew there were times when he wished there was a little more of her. Especially there. With a quiet sigh, she tied on her top and slid the panties up her thin legs.
After taking another look at the sleeping man, she left the cabin and quietly closed the door behind her. Stopping in the kitchen --- the galley, she amended --- she started up the coffeemaker. Both she and Allen liked their coffee --- especially the first cup of the morning --- nice and strong. Leaving the coffee to brew, she went up the ladder toward the deck. The aroma should wake up Allen in a nice way --- almost as nice as the way she had briefly considered.
Even though the sun was barely above the horizon, it was already warm. And the clear water of the little cove looked so inviting. And since it was going to take a lttle while for the coffee to brew... Stepping across the lightly rolling deck, she dived over the side.
She came up sputtering. The water was colder than it had looked, but not too cold as to be uncomfortable --- once she got over the initial shock. Treading water, she looked around to get her bearings before setting off. Swift, sure strokes carried her away from the anchored boat and toward the beach. Reaching land, she came ashore.
Even though the sun was up, it did little to warm her wet body. She stood shivering on the sand for a few seconds before going back into the water. Powerful strokes carried her toward the far end of the beach.
It felt good to be swimming, the cold water so bracing, no sound other than that of her splashing. Soon, she was approaching the rocks at the end of the beach. And the coffee should be just about ready --- she'd turn around when she reached the rocks.
She'd just poked her head out of the water when another sound penetrated that of her splashing. Looking around, she spotted a boat rounding the headland and entering the little cove.
This boat was much larger than their own, and she could see several men moving about on the deck. Something --- she couldn't say exactly what it was --- made her stay hidden among the rocks. Then another boat came around the headland, following the first into the cove.
From her vantage in the rocks, she watched as Allen came up on deck, a coffee mug in each of his hands, wearing only his swimming trunks. She couldn't hear him at this distance, but she knew he was calling for her. That was one of the things she loved about him --- he was willing to do his share of the housework. Or boatwork, as the case may be.
Not getting any response, he put down one of the mugs and sipped from the other. Taking another look around, he saw the two approaching boats but still didn't see her. Setting down his mug beside hers, he waved at the newcomers as they brought their boats alongside.
One of the men on the first boat waved back. Another threw a line, which Allen caught and expertly made fast.
Allen had just straightened up and retrieved his mug when a shot rang out. The coffee went one way and Allen's body went the other. Horrified, Lori watched as one of the men pumped a couple more shots into Allen. She stuffed a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming as his body toppled over the railing and into the water.
Quietly crawling over the rocks, she made her way toward the trees on the other side of the beach.
Even from there, she could hear the voices raised as one of them found her footprints in the sand. Keeping her head down, she moved further into the trees, working her way away from the sound of the pursuit.
It didn't take her long to reach the other side of the island. She found herself at the edge of a rocky slope leading down to the narrow beach, the shore on this side being much more rugged than the other, not providing a good harbor of any kind. With nowhere else to go, she picked her way down the rocks.
Once down on the strip of sand, she looked around to get her bearings, trying to remember where she and Allen had explored the previous day. Hoping that her memory was good, she turned left.
Her memory had been good; there was an opening a little further along. She had found it the previous day, apparently the entrance to a cave of some kind. She'd wanted to explore it, but Allen had vetoed it. One could get stuck in a narrowing, or fall down a hole, or get lost in the dark maze, he had said.
Right now, any of those possibilities sounded better than what she knew the men had in mind for her if they caught her. Taking a deep breath, she moved into the opening.
She'd expected to have to crawl. Instead, once inside, she discovered that the opening was taller than it was wide. But after a couple of turns, the light was gone. Holding her hands out in front of her and feeling her way, she worked her way deeper into the cave.
The way descended a bit, then narrowed. She didn't know if it was a dead end. But she knew that she couldn't go back out. She continued on.
It was a close, but comfortable squeeze. After a while, the passageway widened again. She continued feeling her way, hopelessly lost by now. Better to die in here, she thought, than to let those men capture me.
Tripping on something, she collapsed to the ground. She didn't bother to pick herself up, instead tucking her legs up into a fetal ball as she lay on the cold and damp ground.
After a while, she felt her heartbeat returning to normal, and she began to breathe slowly again. She strained her ears, trying to pick out a sound that would reveal whether she'd been followed. There was nothing. She started to shiver and realized that she was wearing nothing but her bikini. Both pieces of clothing were soaked, either in her perspiration or in water from the cave floor, or both, but at that moment she didn't care. She was safe for now. She started to think about what her next move should be.
Could she remain holed up in the cave until the pirates left? But how would she know when they were gone? Maybe she could wait until nightfall. How would she know when it was night? She wasn't wearing a watch, and she certainly couldn't see the sun from here inside the cave.
Could she even last until night? She hadn't had any food since a light supper the previous evening. The men were sure to spot her footprints in the sand and they would lead them right to the cave. They could simply starve her out, or grab a flashlight and come in and get her. She didn't like either option very much, but what else could she do? Picking herself up, she continued deeper into the cave.
The path sloped down slightly. She found herself ankle-deep in cold water. But there was no turning back now. She continued on. Soon, the water was almost up to her knees. She continued on, feeling her way, trying to move smoothly and not splash too much, her lower legs soon becoming as numb as her brain already was from having watched Allen's murder.
Stumbling again, she fell with a loud splash. And with something else, something that sounded like the clank of metal striking metal. Struggling up to her knees to keep her head above water, she heard more of the clanking. Ignoring the cold water immersing her legs, she felt around herself.
Her fingers closed around something round. She brought it up closer to her face, but couldn't see a thing in the darkness. Turning the object around in her hand, she thought that it might be a coin. Dropping her other hand into the water and feeling around, she discovered more of them.
Oh great, she thought to herself. Here I am, trying to get away from a gang of modern-day pirates, and I discover buried pirate treasure. The absurdity of the situation was too much for her. Dropping the coin back into the water, she began to cry, her tears falling quietly into the water.
She had no awareness of dropping to all fours as she cried. Nor was she aware of her hand closing about another coin, nor how it seemed to be warm to the touch despite having been immersed in cold water for who knew how long.
She collapsed, her chin resting on a rock, just barely keeping her mouth and nose out of the water. The coin slipped out of her hand, falling to the bottom of the pool.
The coin was bent over nearly double.
Lying there, she lost all awareness of time. Suddenly, her mind was filled with memories of the stories and images from that web site.
That was what she needed to be. If only she was one of those blonde superwomen --- she could then come out of the cave and punish those men. Punish them for killing Allen. Punish them for killing who knew how many others. Images swirled around in her mind of a beautiful young blonde doing exactly that.
It took her a while to realized that the blonde had her face.
Naturally, she immediately assumed that the transformation of her body had been a dream. But a second later, she found herself being able to make out shapes in the blackness as if her eyes had adjusted to the complete lack of light. One of those shapes was her own magnificent new outline.
Whereas before there had only been a pleasant swell to her chest, now there were two huge mounds stretching the elastic to its limits. They were incredibly full and perfectly round, stretching the elastic to its limits and threatening to spill out of the cups.
Had it all been for real? She was just reaching her hands up to find out when she heard a scratching sound nearby. Concentrating her senses, she heard the sound of someone making their way through the darkness.
With her new abilities, she was actually able to make out shapes in the gloom long before the source of the sound came close. The first sight of it was the faint glow of some sort of electric lantern casting shadows on the walls.
Finally, a man came into sight, casting the beam from his flashlight around the cavern as he looked around. Even though she could see him clearly, it was also obvious he had no idea that she was only a few feet away from him.
Gradually, she was able to separate out the sound of his breathing and the thump of his heartbeat. A jolt of excitement shot through her --- had it really not been a dream? Did she now have super-senses?
Before she could discover the truth for certain, the man finally found her in the beam of his flashlight. He faced her, flashlight in one hand, gun in the other. Her senses went into overdrive. She could see the pores on his skin, hear the rustling of his clothes, smell the metal of his gun. She felt fantastic. Somehow, she knew that it hadn't been a dream.
She looked at him. His eyes were firmly fixed on her chest, as if he'd never seen a woman before. She wasn't used to being looked at like that, but then she wasn't used to having such a perfect body, either. She wasn't sure she liked the way he was staring at her, but it was incredible to see him almost drooling over her breasts. It made her feel sort of powerful in a way. Just as she was beginning to appreciate that idea, he snapped out of his trance and pulled the trigger on his gun.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes. She heard the click of the hammer and the bang of the gun. She remembered Allen once saying that you never hear the one that gets you, so she thought he must have missed. She opened her eyes. Much to her surprise, the bullet seemed to be floating towards her in slow motion. She looked at the man. His face was moving in slow motion too. That was the clincher. No doubts now --- she knew for certain she was super. After all, she was faster than a speeding bullet. Calmly, without moving, she watched the bullet approach her face. She felt a tap on her right cheek like a rain drop. Then she saw the bullet again, now crumpled up like an empty soda can and falling towards her feet. It had hit her face and the only damage was on the bullet!
She blinked hoping the world would return to normal speed, and was delighted to see that it did. The man's eyes were open wide, looking like he had just seen a ghost.
"Wh-wh-what the fuck...." he stammered out.
She had to smile at him. He'd just shot her in the face from close range and she'd never felt better. He was trying to kill a stunningly gorgeous invulnerable supergirl.
Time returned to normal. She heard his sharp intake of breath, saw his look of surprise. His heart was hammering inside his chest when he squeezed the trigger a second time.
This time, things didn't slip into slow motion. She felt the tap as the bullet hit her forehead, and saw it rebound from this much harder part of her face back towards where it had come from. It struck the man's right shoulder, tearing a hole in his sleeve. She could see a nasty wound through the torn material. Cursing, he dropped his gun in pain. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm the girl you're chasing," she told him with a smile, taking a step toward him as he dropped to one knee.
Holding the flashlight beam at her face, he looked at her, utterly confused.
She figured it was time for her to check out just how much she had actually changed. She bent down and picked up the pistol where he had dropped it.
He continued to stare at her, shock giving way to fear as she turned the weapon over in her hand.
The gun felt incredibly light in her hand. She tried to get a better grip on it. To her amazement, the metal began to deform around her fingers. It was almost like something out of a comic book. Then she realized that that was exactly what it was --- something out of a comic book. Or a fantasy web site. But now it was real. And she was it.
She just had to do it. While the man stared in disbelief at his mutilated gun, she took a step towards him. He made no effort to move as she drew back her arm and tossed the mangled gun at him. It hit the hand holding the flashlight.
He yelped in pain and dropped the flashlight. It bounced a couple of times before the switch struck a rock and the cavern was plunged into darkness again.
It was less than two blinks of her eyes before she could see clearly again in the absolute darkness. The man was on all fours, groping for the dropped flashlight. As she continued to watch, he turned away from her in his search.
His rump was raised toward her, and she just couldn't resist the temptation. Taking a couple of quick steps toward the man and drawing back an arm, she opened her hand --- not the hand that had crushed the gun --- and delivered a light swat on his ass.
The swat was much harder than she had expected --- although it hadn't feel like she was making much of an effort. His entire body shot forward about ten feet before his head hit the ground. His body continued going, lifting completely off the ground and turning upside down. He cartwheeled through the air, smashing against the cave wall some forty feet away, and well off the ground. He slid down to land in a heap and did not move again.
She was stunned into immobility as well. With her little hand, she had gently spanked a big man, causing him to fly off like he had been shot out of a circus cannon. Slowly, she came out of her surprise, raising her hand in front of her face.
The hand didn't look all that different from the hand she'd had all her life. Yet a gentle swat from that hand had just killed a man.
She had killed him when she hadn't meant to, but then again he had been about to kill her. That reminded her that the rest of the ruthless pirate gang was still outside looking for her, guns ready. A few minutes before, that idea had filled her with terror. Now she only felt excitement. Every inch of her seemed to be buzzing with energy. She just couldn't wait to let them "catch" her.
Having dealt with the first man so easily, she was in a real hurry. Besides, there was no point hiding in a dingy cave anymore, even if there was a gang of ruthless pirates looking for her on the beach. Especially if there was a gang of ruthless pirates...
She turned away from the corpse and headed towards the mouth of the cave. Her now sensitive eyes could clearly make out her route despite the darkness, and her steps felt incredibly light and easy. She was almost out when she came across the narrow passage. She turned sideways to fit through.
Her right breast brushed the rough rock wall. She immediately saw chunks of rock and dust falling to her feet. She had hardly felt anything, and she definitely hadn't put much force into it, yet she'd pulverized solid rock with just her soft breast! It was too incredible. She leaned into the wall, delighted to see more and more rock crushed by her breast. It felt as though she was destroying nothing more substantial than dried cobwebs.
She moved sideways. A deep channel began to appear in the cave wall, carved out by her magnificent bosom. She continued the crab-like motion. Her other breast fit neatly into the groove she had carved, widening it slightly. Taking a deep breath, she leaned further into the wall. Now she could see a second, much smaller channel appearing in the center of the first. It took her a couple of moments to realize that her nipples were actually carving through the rock as well. The softest parts of her body were crushing the solid rock walls of a cave! It was all true. She truly had become super. And stunningly beautiful, to boot.
She tried to take a step back from the wall. Her back and shoulders slammed into the hard rock behind her, reducing a large chunk of it to rubble and considerably widening the passageway. She was going to have to learn to be a bit more careful, she supposed. She looked down at her fantastic cleavage. Out of curiosity, she lifted her hands and placed a few fingers of each on the outside of her breasts. She couldn't believe how smooth and soft she felt, especially since that same flesh had crushed rock a few moments before.
She saw that a chunk of that rock --- about the size of her fist --- had fallen partly into the generous space between her phenomenal breasts. It was rough and had to weigh nearly five pounds and yet it had sat undetected in one of the most sensitive areas of her body. She could not resist the temptation to experiment. Cupping herself, she eased her breasts slightly apart, allowing the rock to slip down between them where it fit quite snugly. She could barely feel the contact of the heavy rough chunk against her bare skin; in fact it felt more like a lightweight bath sponge in there than a rock.
Placing her fingers once again on the outside of her breasts, she began to slowly squeeze them together. Cracks appeared on the rock before it began to break up. She continued to squeeze her chest until her breasts were touching each other. There was no sign of the rock. Then she saw what appeared to be sand running out of the bottom of her cleavage. Her beautiful bosoms had just ground a piece of rock into dust!
She was in awe of herself at that stage, just staring at her unbelievable new body, her mind trying to take in what it was now capable of. She had to admit that she was begining to feel more than a little bit turned on by what she had done. Her fingers drifted absent-mindedly toward her crotch.
That was the moment when she realized another aspect of what being super meant. She had effortlessly crushed rock with her body without leaving a mark on her flawless skin. The same could not be said for her clothes; her bikini was torn, one cup almost completely shredded between the rock and her much harder body. Obviously, ordinary clothes could not stand up to the same abuse that a supergirl could.
She was still considering her wardrobe when her thoughts were interrupted by a shout from outside. Someone was looking for someone, apparently the man she had killed deeper inside the cave. She had almost forgotten the men trying to kill her, the men who had already killed Allen.
What was she to do? One thing was for certain, she couldn't remain cooped up in this cave for the rest of her life. And there was no need for her to do so. She was a supergirl now. She could just go out and take care of those pirates just as she had taken care of the first one. It wouldn't bring Allen back to her, but it would keep those pirates from killing anyone else. She made up her mind.
She managed to get out of the passageway without smashing up too much more rock. From the position of the sun, she judged that it was nearly noon; she had spent several hours inside that cave.
She smelled smoke. As she got near the mouth of the cave, she spotted one of the pirates sitting on a small boulder, his back to her, calmly smoking a cigarette. It was easy to walk towards him on the sand without him noticing; especially after she found that she could hold her breath for ages and ages without really even noticing the difference. She got to a few feet from him. She could hear his heart --- she could even hear the sound of his cigarette burning.
She looked at the rock he was sitting on --- it was about two feet in diameter, and fairly round and smooth. She guessed it had to weigh at least several hundred pounds. It looked too much like a giant ball for her not to try. She had already seen what her hand and her magnificent new bosom could do, it was time to see what her delicate feminine foot could do. She drew back her right leg and kicked the base of the boulder dead center with about the same force the "old" her would have used to kick a stray can down the street.
It was a beautiful sight. It was more than two hundred feet from where the gunman was sitting to the breaking waves. The rock flew in a textbook arc to fall with a mighty splash at nearly a quarter of a mile out to sea. After a couple of seconds' flight, the pirate with the cigarette got separated from his seat. She could hear his scream of shock fading away as he too flew towards the water. With her super eyes, she could see him drop his cigarette onto the sand as he passed the shoreline. He landed about a hundred feet beyond the boulder with a somewhat smaller splash. She scanned the surface of the water, but he never resurfaced. She figured it served him right.
She looked at her "new" legs in the bright sunlight. So smooth, so long, so shapely, so evenly tanned --- so perfect! And as she now knew now, so very, very powerful. It was like she'd truly become some sort of goddess: Incredibly beautiful, seemingly indestructible and unfathomably strong.
No, not a goddess. It was like she had become one of those women Allen had liked to read about on that web site. One of those... Velorians, that was what they were called on that web site... The Aurora Universe, she remembered. She hadn't believed those stories, of course, but she had gone along with him when he'd wanted to play out some of his fantasies.
She still didn't know how she had gotten these powers, but she was eager to conduct some more experiments to explore her limits. If there were any limits at all. She looked up and down the beach. It was fantastic how her eyes could now pick up tiny details at great distances, even when she was scanning a huge area at high speed. She felt as if she could almost count the individual grains of sand on the beach.
But as good as her vision was, it was her hearing that told her where the other pirates were. At least two of them, at any rate. She couldn't quite make out the words, but she could distinctly hear their voices coming from the other side of a rock outcrop. She started running in that direction.
It felt great as she ran --- not like earlier in the day when she was out of breath, aching and sweating. Now she didn't even need to breathe and her whole body felt terrific --- even better than it used to feel when she simply relaxed in the sun. There was not a trace of perspiration anywhere on her magnificent body. The ground flashed by. She seemed to arrive immediately after she set off, yet despite her phenomenal momentum, she managed to stop dead without any trouble. She looked back at the distance she'd just covered. If she hadn't seen her footprints stretching back to the mouth of the cave, she would never have believed that she'd just run over quarter of a mile. She felt too good.
Not only had she been fast, but she had also been quiet. She could hear the conversation taking place on the other side of the outcrop, both parties oblivious to her presence. They were debating where they should look for her next. And what they would do to her once they found her.
She almost laughed at some of their ideas. After what she had done to the man in the cave and the one sitting on the rock, she didn't think they could do anything to her that she didn't allow.
She stepped out from behind the rocks. "Hi guys! Looking for me?" she asked cheerfully. They both whirled around to look at her, reaching for their pistols as they did so. As the sight of her sunk in, their jaws dropped. They were both staring at her bare chest like hungry dogs staring at a steak. The hands reaching for the weapons stopped in mid-reach.
The one on her right stepped confidently forward toward her. Looking directly at her face, he was obviously surprised that she was very near as tall as he was, her eyes looking like cool sky-blue lagoons as she looked back into his. Yet despite her calm look, his eyes were anything but polite as he quickly glanced up and down her nearly naked body, his weight shifting from foot to foot as his body language communicated how "impressed" he was with her figure. He seemed genuinely impressed with the girl, and surprised that she didn't seem particularly concerned about his rough appearance or the weapons he and the other man were openly displaying.
Lori's stomach lurched a little as she saw the way he was grinning at her, his filthy, yellowed teeth visible as he slowly scanned her body from head to toe, his eyes dwelling often on her naked breasts.
"Well, well," he finally said as he walked closer, "what do we have here? You must be our reward for all our hard and virtuous work. I'm sure you'll be getting to know me much better in a little while."
The second man laughed lecherously while he gawked openly at the stunning blonde. "We could use some of your kind of company and I don't think you'll last long enough to go around all by yourself."
The first man displayed his filthy teeth again as he walked around her, admiring her nearly naked body. He was still grinning broadly at the other man when he reached down to run his hand over her softly firm flesh, slowly sliding his fingers between her beautiful legs. He was a little surprised that her thighs, while so very smooth and feminine looking, were pressed together firmly enough that he had trouble getting his hand between them. Suddenly grinning even more broadly, he jerked his hand upward to finger her privates as he nearly lifted her body off the ground. He liked to be very rough with his bitches and he had no interest in foreplay.
Lori felt a wave of disgust wash over her as she felt him intruding inside the remnants of her bikini panties, his filthy fingers even trying to penetrate her as he attempted to lift her upward. She had never liked anyone, not even Allen, forcing himself on her or groping her in such a crude way. The anger that had started when these men had murdered Allen grew much stronger as she turned her head to glare back over her shoulder at him. How dare he violate her like this?
Yet despite her disgust, her body almost betrayed her for a brief moment. She gasped softly as his fingers touched and penetrated her nether lips, a wild tingling sensation reaching deeply inside her. Yet this was hardly the touch of a lover, this was little more than an intrusion, the foreplay to rape, certainly not a lover's touch. Feeling him trying to force his rough callused fingers further into her sex, she instinctively tightened her muscles, squeezing her thighs against his hand. Flexing very hard to stop him, she was immediately rewarded with a slight crunching sensation, one that reminded her of eggshells breaking. Her momentary surge of arousal turned into a satisfying tingle as she was pretty sure that some of the bones in his hand had been crushed against her sex.
She heard the man groaning loudly as he strained to pull his hand back. Yet she angrily continued to hold him tighter yet as she felt more crunching sensations vibrating against her sex. It took her nearly another half a minute to regain sufficient control of her emotions that she could force her muscles to relax. Meanwhile, the man continued to struggle helplessly, pulling on his hand while screaming in pain.
Finally turning her head around to look coldly into his face, she saw his eyes staring up at her as he slumped onto his knees behind her, his teeth tearing at her ass as he tried to get her to release him. Relaxing her muscles just a bit, she allowed him to remove his ruined hand, quickly turning around to face him.
Looking up at her face now in shock and pain, he seemed frozen in her cobra-like gaze. Taking advantage of his shock, she reached down to grab his wrists, her grip easily overpowering him as she lifted him bodily to his feet.
Despite the pain, a mask of dark anger clouded his face at the humiliation of being overpowered by a mere girl. Pulling himself backward with all his strength, he finally managed to jerk his hand free of her grip, quickly balling up his good hand to deliver a smashing blow against the side of her face.
Lori saw the blow coming long before it arrived, and her new quick reflexes allowed her to brace her neck and head against it. The sickening cracking impact of his fist striking her face was a completely unequal contest of human flesh hitting casehardened steel, his blow failing to move her head so much as a single inch. The sound of the bones breaking in his other hand now filled the air as his fist crunched against her cheekbones and jaw. Screaming in pain, he fell backward to land on his ass, doubling over to now hold both hands gingerly against his stomach.
The second man had been watching with some amusement as the first man tried to free his hand from between Lori's thighs. Seeing her shrug off the roundhouse punch, he finally leaped into action. Quickly running up to help his friend, he grabbed the blonde's long hair with his right hand while pulling downward, trying to painfully throw her down onto the ground. He momentarily felt his entire weight hanging from her long hair while the girl remained perfectly still. Pulling harder and harder, he grunted and strained like a madman, yet he could do no more than move her silky hair around. Finally, grabbing her hair with both hands, he yanked backward with all his strength, his entire body weight hardly managing to do no more than to pull her hair from side to side. Her head had not moved so much as a single inch.
Amazed and angry and puzzled, he finally let go of her hair and grabbed her face, one hand across her mouth and another behind her neck. Gripping her cheeks cruelly with his fingers, he used all his strength to try and twist her head down towards the ground as he jammed his knee hard upward into her stomach. Yet she didn't even seem to know he was there, her body remaining completely immobile, her hands resting calmly on her hips, the little smile on her face growing broader.
"Shit," he shouted to the first man. "This bitch is like a fucking steel statue. Are you OK, Jim?" he grunted, finally giving up on trying to force the girl to the ground.
Lori calmly gazed at this second man as she felt him using all his strength and weight to try to move her. She was surprised at how easy it was for her to resist him. The man's straining muscles told her that he was using a LOT of force against her, yet her muscles were hardly even flexing, let alone straining, as she easily resisted his efforts. She felt a surge of warmth filling her body as she began to appreciate how powerful her body had truly become, thrilled as she continued to explore the huge difference between her strength and the puny strength of these big, rough men. Smiling excitedly to herself, she casually reached up with a flick of her hands to push her tangled hair back behind her shoulders.
Allen had always enjoyed this one recurring erotic fantasy of Lori becoming so strong that no man could harm her, yet at the same time, the men had not been able to resist her sensual charms. Fantasies fueled by that web site he liked so much. That same incredible thrill, now becoming a reality as opposed to a dream, rushed through her body as she realized that his fantasies may have come true beyond his wildest imagination.
The man who had been tugging on her hair jumped forward, giving her a powerful kick with his heavy boot right up between her legs, trying to bruise the pussy that he knew he and the other men would soon be pounding away on. Yet despite his vision of hurting the girl, his foot came to a jarring stop as the steel-tipped boot struck her pubic bone, the strong impact jolting his leg painfully while it threw him backward and off balance. Staggering to fall on his ass in the sand, he desperately grabbed his sore foot, his big toe hurting so bad that he was afraid he had broken it.
Staggering back to his feet, he limped sideways a few steps before violently jerking his handgun from its holster. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, bitch," he yelled loudly, "but gorgeous or not, you've had it; nobody hurts me like that and lives!"
"What are you going to do little man, shoot me or something?" replied Lori calmly. "I don't think your bullets will bother me any more than your little tugging on my hair did."
Of course, the man hadn't seen what the bullets had --- or hadn't --- done in the cave. Limping back up to her again, he smashed the handle of the heavy handgun across her face, pistol-whipping her with a violence that should have broken her cheekbones. Yet instead of the very familiar smack of steel against soft yielding flesh, there was a sharp impact and an almost metallic ring as the hard steel handle of the gun crashed against her cheekbones. Cursing in shock, he almost freaked out as the gun bounced off her so strongly that it sent a painful shock back up his arm.
Once again, Lori had held her neck muscles so rigid that her head remained completely immobile under the force of the blow. The man might as well have smashed his gun into a steel or granite statue! Or something that, unbeknown to the men, was actually far FAR harder than either of those materials.
Obviously, that was too much for him. "To hell with you bitch, you're going to pay for that," he snarled. "Nobody hurts me and lives!" Reversing hs grip on the gun and pointing it at the middle of her stomach, he jerked the trigger.
Lori forced herself to remain still as the bullet came out of the smoke and flame at the end of the barrel and seemed to crawl toward her. Concentrating on keeping her body completely relaxed, she watched as the bullet slowly dimpled her soft skin just above her belly button, moving inward until it met her powerful underlying abdominal muscles. At that point, the soft give of her feminine body ended and the "steel" started, the bullet pressing her soft yet impermeable skin against the underlying muscles of a true girl of steel. The steel-jacketed bullet could not resist her nor penetrate her; it merely flattened into a disk before bouncing energetically from her hard stomach to go whizzing off into the water.
Her reflexes returning to normal as she blinked her eyes, she looked down at her bare skin while gently rubbing her tummy, her fingers wiping off the small amount of lead the bullet had left behind, relieved that there wasn't any other mark on her. No real discomfort either. In fact, it had actually left a slight, but pleasant, tingling at the spot of the impact.
Staring at her response, her smile making it appear as if he had given her nothing more than a simple love tap, he swore loudly, assuming that the bullet had been a dud. Raising the gun, he pointed it directly at her chest while starting to pull the trigger of his 9mm Glock automatic as fast as he could.
Lori watched as each glowing bullet appeared to float lazily toward her chest, her reflexes greatly accelerated as the adrenaline surged into her bloodstream. So much so that each bullet seemingly took several seconds to reach her. Glancing down at herself as the first bullet struck her left breast about two inches above her nipple, just above the torn cup of her bikini bra, she watched as it gradually decelerated, creating a much deeper dimple this time in the vastly softer flesh of her breast, the dimple continuing to grow until it finally reached the underlying steel of her chest muscles. At that point, the bullet didn't have enough energy to compress her flesh any further and its forward progress stopped, the natural tone of her firm breast popping it back fast enough to rebound five feet, finally plopping in the sand near the man's feet.
The slow motion effect had an astounding on the girl, a surge of excitement filling her body as she felt her body more than matching the crude power of the gun. Now VERY impressed with her new powers of invulnerability, shocked that her normally sensitive breasts could resist the violent force of the gun, she was pleased to discover that her breast simply acted like some kind of a crazy shock absorber for the bullet. Instead of causing the bullet to zing off into the water like the one that had hit her ab muscles, the initial force of the bullet caused a huge shock wave to run through body, the impact lifting her breast a couple of inches higher on her chest. And the tingles... GOD, she had NEVER felt anything like THAT before! Her nipple was suddenly tingling and burning in such a pleasant and funny kind of way, almost like she was getting turned on.
She suddenly had a really wild idea. Moving her upper body around slightly, she began to guide the bullets closer and closer to her rapidly firming nipples. She found that the closer they came to them the less recoil the rebounds had, and the stronger that wild tingling in her nipples grew. Watching each rebound with fascination, she was careful to move her breasts so that the rebounds would not fly directly back toward the gunman. One of the bullets finally landed directly on her now very erect left nipple, the impact sending a quick fiery tingle through her entire body. It also bounced off this far firmer flesh so quickly that it hit the man squarely in the chest. Barely breaking his skin, the impact made him stagger backward while he rubbed his badly bruised chest and swore loudly.
"Jesus Christ, you fucking BITCH! What the hell are you doing to me?" Dropping his hand from his painful chest, he dropped his 9mm in the sand while pulling out a huge 45 automatic from a holster behind his back. Quickly aiming it at the girl's bared stomach, he squeezed off a round from this much more powerful gun.
Seeing this much larger bullet racing toward her, Lori instinctively tightened her abdominal muscles --- this was obviously a much more powerful gun than the smaller one. The force of the heavy impact rocked her backward and sent a huge shock wave across her stomach, the bullet itself flattening between two pronounced ripples of her steel-hard abs. Bright sparks exploded across her stomach as steel-jacketed lead met her suddenly harder-than-steel muscles, the deformed bullet shattering before the pieces flew nearly a hundred feet out to sea.
Swearing in frustration, the man aimed his gun higher, up toward her bared chest now. The next bullet struck directly on her slightly aroused nipple, a wild flurry of sparks momentarily lighting her deep cleavage. Staggered by the force of the blow, Lori gasped as the more powerful impact set off a new wave of wonderfully fiery tingles that spread from her nipple, moving across both breasts and even down between her legs. The bullet was so powerful, in fact, that it depressed her breast inward until her hard nipple was smashed up against her ribcage.
The rebound was not at all gentle this time as the armor-piercing bullet bounced off her steel-hard rib and engorged nipple with enough force to fly several hundred feet out to sea.
Stepping back a few steps, he fired several more times directly into the soft flesh of her bared breast, more amazed than angry now. She simply stood there with her hands on her hips, acting as if this was just some kind of weird foreplay. In fact, she was smiling at him as she reached up now to cup her breasts, pressing them together while lifting them up higher on her chest to give him an even better target.
Lori was absolutely fascinated with the power and invulnerability of even this softest part of her body by now. Lost in her own pleasures, she was surprised when the man suddenly jabbed the gun barrel forward, jamming it firmly against her chest. Sliding her fingers downward to grasp the hot gun barrel, she moved her breast slightly to the side so that one firm nipple slid inside the huge open end of the 45. She didn't really know why she had instinctively done that, but was immediately rewarded with a wildly erotic sensation as the smoking hot gun barrel slid over her tingling nipple. Holding her breath while concentrating on her expanding nipple, willing it to get even harder, she felt her nipple engorging further as it tightly squeezed the inside of the barrel.
Staring down at the gun and the straining muscles that were so apparent on the man's arm, Lori could not believe how good the rough twisting forces felt against her nipple. She especially liked the sensation of the sharp rifling inside the barrel as it grabbed and twisted her. Enjoyed the sensation of the man using all his strength in an effort to free the gun, she smiled softly at him while holding herself perfectly still, her hands on her hips again, flexing her chest muscles as she found she could almost lift the man off the ground with just the rise of her breasts.
Finding that she was really starting to get off on this feeling of absolute power, she suddenly wanted the man to do impossible things to her body, enjoying each new "assault" that he inflicted on her. The more he tried to injure her, the more she shrugged off the blows, the stronger, and more confident she felt. Breathing excitedly, she began envisioning herself as some kind of ancient Norse Goddess as she stood proudly before this weak pathetic man.
The man's face was now a mask of anger, pain and embarrassment now as he tried to get his gun back. He glared again at her large round melon-sized breast as it steadfastly refused to release his gun. She lifted her hands from her hips to run them sensually over her breasts, her fingers tracing the outline of her other nipple. She was breathing faster and faster as her fingers fondled her breasts ever more firmly as she tried to stroke the gun across her nipple. He was shocked as he suddenly realized that she was actually getting turned on by the struggle, watching in amazement as the nipple of her other breast grew much larger between her fingers. Suddenly, with her other nipple growing impossibly large, he heard and felt a loud crack radiating up through his gun hand.
Almost screaming in shocked surprise, he saw the heavy barrel of his gun splitting open simply from the force of her expanding nipple. He was so startled that he convulsively jerked the trigger to send another powerful bullet racing down the now shattered barrel to impact her now harder-than-steel nipple. Something clearly had to give, and wasn't going to be the flesh of this young supergirl's breasts. The powerful bullet instead rammed against her super hard nipple before heading in the only direction it could, racing back up the barrel. The gun exploded in his hand, hot fragments of steel flying in all directions. Screaming in pain, he crumpled over as he held his shattered hand against his stomach, his legs finally collapsing as he fell sideways onto the sand.
Equally shocked but completely unhurt, Lori gasped at the burst of pleasure that the explosion brought her. Despite the pleasures the bullets and the explosion had brought her, she clearly understood that these men were evil and that they would injure or kill anyone who crossed their path. They had already killed Allen and tried to kill her several times, and had only failed because of her newly gained invulnerability. She knew she had to stop them before they injured anyone else, but had no real idea about how to do it. While she was obviously some kind of supergirl now, she had lived a fairly ordinary life. She had never deliberately hurt anyone before and had no training in any kind of fighting skills. Acting naïvely, she stepped closer to the man. Somehow she knew she would figure out what to do with this horrible man once she actually laid her hands on him.
Unconsciously brushing the residue of the exploded handgun from cleavage, metal shards tinkled to the ground in front of her. Smiling confidently, she focused her attention on the man with the gun, calmly reaching down to twist the smoking gun out of his shattered hand.
Feeling the man's eyes on her, she smiled sensually while reaching her fingers around the middle of the large gun and squeezing it. The rough edges of the hard gun steel shifted under her fingers at first, forcing her to turn the gun slightly to get a better grip. Gripping it hard, she was pleasantly surprised to feel the metal starting to give slightly under her fingers. Raising her hand so that the man could see what she was doing, she looked at the strong tendons that were now so pronounced along the back of her hand, noticing that they were standing out like steel cables. Feeling a burst of warmth rushing down her arm, she gripped the gun harder still, the steel suddenly feeling soft and squishy as it began to slowly bend under her grip, her fingers squeezing deeply inward until the entire gun collapsed in her strong grip as if it were made only of warm wax. Squeezing her hand completely closed, the gun was now crushed into two pieces as the steel squished out from either side of her hand. Raising her other hand, she cupped the barrel while slowly pressing her palms inward against it. Her breasts now pushed up strongly as her underlying chest muscles strained, the gun slowly bending in half between her palms. With the hard gun steel groaning and creaking loudly under the incredible pressure from her chest, she simply kept increasing her strength until her hands were nearly touching, the gun now folded completely in half. She then casually threw the remains of the gun far out into the water.
Taking a couple of steps toward the man, she put her hands on her hips as she leaned over him. "So, you like playing with my tits, do you?"
He tried to scoot away from her, pushing himself with his legs.
Taking another step to keep up with him, she reached down and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, all but lifting him completely off the ground as she held him at arm's length.
He finally came to life, reaching up to take hold of her arm. She could see him struggling to remove her hand from his shirt, but she could hardly feel his touch. He began to put all his effort into it, almost lifting his feet off the ground as he hung off her arm. He started sweating and groaning. Her arm didn't move an inch. She truly felt like a goddess.
"I asked you a question!"
He continued his vain struggles. Slowly, she bent her arm, pulling him towards her. He let go of her arm and started to pound her stomach and breasts, the effort turning his face red and making him drool. She felt as if she was being hit with a piece of paper. She pulled him closer and downwards. He began to hit her on the sides and then repetitively on the crotch. She had to close her eyes and concentrate to even feel his blows. She pulled him closer still until his face was only a few inches from her breasts. He kept on pounding her without effect. "I asked you a question!" she repeated.
"Yes... I mean no..." he stammered out.
"Well, which is it?" she asked, giving him a quick shake. His legs flopped around as the little motion of her wrist was more than enough to move his entire body. It was certainly more than enough to keep him from answering. "Well?" she asked again, lowering him slightly to give him a better view of the objects of the query.
"Let go of me, bitch" he finally managed to get out.
"I asked you a question," she said, assertively. She brought him even closer until his nose was almost in her deep cleavage.
"Let me go!" he was practically screaming now.
"Tell me what you think of my tits, you pathetic little worm." She couldn't help but let a hint of disgust enter her voice.
Finally he saw the light. "They're... they're great" he stammered out.
She was a little bit disappointed. "Great? Is that the best you come up with? Here, have a closer look". She yanked him into her chest. She had only wanted to give him a few bruises, but she had again underestimated her new strength. There was a sickening cracking sound. His head hung backwards at an unnatural angle, almost touching his back. A trickle of blood emerged from his mouth. She immediately dropped the corpse to fall at her feet. A gentle kick sent it flying over the beach into the sea.
She then turned around to face the first man. He was still sitting on the sand, cradling his broken hands to his stomach. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked up at her.
She'd had enough fun, at least for now. She wasn't sure how many more of these men were still on the other side of the island. She decided to deal with this man quickly before heading back to the other side of the island and the little cove with their boat. Reaching down with her right hand, she cupped his chin and forced him to look directly at her. There were tears in his eyes as he stared up at her, fear temporarily freezing him into immobility.
He didn't remain frozen for long, not that it did him any good. When he tried to jerk his head away, she put her left hand on the top of hs head. His head was now completely immobile, as if it was being held in a vise.
A quick flex of her arms brought her hands together, the skull between them providing no more resistance than air. Blood and brains squirted out, coating her hands and splashing her legs.
Staying bent over, she dropped what was left of the man's head and wiped the worst of the gore from her hands on the sand. Straightening up and taking a step back, she surveyed her handiwork. She then looked around.
There was nothing to see. Apparently, she had taken care of all of the pirates on this side of the island. If there had been more, surely the sound of the gunfire would have brought them by now.
Even though there were no more pirates on this side of the island, there still were an unknown number on the other side, with the boats in the cove. She was going to have to tangle with them sooner or later. And it may as well be sooner than later; she still didn't know for certain whether or not these incredible new super-powers were hers for keeps, and she would much rather get it over with before they could fade away.
She ran straight ahead, her bare feet and legs kicking any bushes or fallen trunks out of her way without adjusting her stride. She ran right through dozens of low branches, her head, chest, and stomach smashing the thick wood into toothpicks with about as no more effort than it took her to blink. In almost no time at all, the trees thinned out and she emerged at the other side of the island. She stopped just in time behind the last tree.
Obviously, not all of the pirates were out searching for her, for they had already sailed Allen's boat away to wherever they were going, along with one of their own. Allen had spent much of his savings on the boat. It was --- had been --- his most valued possession, he valued it even more than the house the two of them had been sharing for the past four months. They'd spent much of their free time sailing around the islands, though this was the first time they'd come to this particular island.
It was also the last time they would ever come to this island --- or anywhere else, for that matter --- together.
The three remaining pirates were getting the second boat ready to sail for home --- wherever that was --- as soon as the search parties returned and reported her demise. She was certain that that was something the search parties would never do. Taking a deep breath --- not because she needed the air after her run, but simply to compose herself --- she stepped out onto the beach. She'd encountered no real difficulties with the first group of men; she didn't anticipate any with this group, either.
One of the men quickly spotted her and called out to the others. They stopped doing whatever they were doing and turned to stare, almost mesmerized by the sight of the naked beauty approaching them.
The one who had spotted her --- apparently the leader --- called to the men to capture her. The other two men came toward her, not bothering to reach for the guns stuck in their belts. Lori stopped where she was, putting her hands on her hips as she watched them come closer.
They were all but drooling as they looked at her naked body, not wondering why she didn't try to run away from them.
Reaching her, they each took an arm and roughly pulled her toward the boat.
She remained exactly where she was, not budging a single inch. She could see the men straining as they pulled on her arms. The sight brought a smile to her lips; her new powers really were amazing. Wanting to test them a little more, she brought both arms back sharply.
The man on her left lost his grip on her arm. The man on the right was not so fortunate. With his hands still tightly clasped about her arm, his shoulder was pulled out of its socket a fraction of a second before he was yanked off his feet. As his body flew toward her, his head struck the side of her breast a glancing blow.
It was a much lighter impact than those of the bullets earlier, and spread out over a larger area. It barely tickled her.
The effect was quite different for the man. His head snapped back from the collision with her seemingly soft mound even as the rest of his body continued moving forward. Several vertebrae in his neck, made of much softer stuff than the girl's softest flesh, snapped from the impact. His head lolled back behind his shoulder blades as his senseless hands released their grip on her arm and his lifeless body dropped to the sand some fifteen feet behind her.
The other man was staring open-mouthed at the girl and his dead colleague behind her, the gun in his belt forgotten.
She didn't give him time to regain his composure. The arm that she had just shaken free of his grip swung forward. Her open palm struck the side of his head and continued moving, his skull and brains not impeding its motion in the least. The body, nearly completely decapitated, stood for a couple of seconds before toppling to the ground, his still-pumping heart spraying blood on the sand.
Knowing that those two men wouldn't be bothering her again, she turned her head and looked toward the boat and the last remaining pirate standing on its deck. He was frozen in place, staring back at her, his mouth and eyes wide open in shock.
He unfroze when she started to walk toward him. He disappeared into the cabin, only to reappear seconds later with a rifle in his hands.
Lori only hesitated briefly. She knew that a rifle was a more powerful weapon than the handguns she'd already encountered. But from that earlier experience, she figured that she had nothing to fear from the rifle. In fact, she was kind of looking forward to the new experience, suppressing a smile as she continued to walk toward the boat.
Planting himself on the softly pitching deck, the man took careful aim and squeezed off a shot.
Time slowed down for her again. Even though the bullet was travelling much faster than a pistol bullet, she could still see it clearly as it came toward her.
It hit her in the stomach, just to the left and above her bellybutton. And, just as she had anticipated, it was a harder impact. Still, it was no match for her new hard abs, the lead slug flattening almost completely before rebounding off to smash into the water more than thirty feet away. She continued walking forward.
The second shot hit her in the face, snapping her head back no more than about half an inch. She continued to walk toward the boat.
The man continued to shoot at her, but the sight of the naked beauty walking toward him and shrugging off high-powered rifle bullets as if they were nothing more than raindrops was obviously getting him flustered. His shooting became more erratic, the bullets missing her as often as not, despite the closing range.
She'd just about reached the water's edge when he ran out of bullets. Throwing the rifle at her, the man turned around dived over the edge.
A quick grab of her arm caught the rifle, the metal deforming slightly in her grip. But Lori was not about to let the man get away from her. For all she knew, this was the same man who had shot Allen earlier with that very same rifle. Still holding the empty rifle in one hand, she leaped over the boat.
She hit the water about twenty feet beyond the swimming man. Turning around, she easily trod water while waiting for his reaction.
There was no reaction. So intent was he on getting away from what he thought was behind him that he was completely oblivious of the presence of the girl in front of him until he swam headlong into her. Looking up in surprise, he finally reacted, an expression of fear coming over his face even as his arms began windmilling in an effort to back away from her.
A couple of light kicks brought her within reach of him again. Fastening a hand about his ankle, she yanked him back to her. She started reaching her other hand for him when she realized she still had his rifle in hand.
Perhaps the very same rifle that had killed Allen. Determined to make good use of it, she continued to pull the man in by the ankle. Then hooking the muzzle of the rifle under his chin, she brought him upright, releasing the ankle and fastening her hand on a shoulder.
He struck at her face with his free arm. He might as well have been splashing water in her face for all the good it did him. Probably less, for at least water might have gotten in her eyes and obscured her vision.
Ignoring his blows, she passed the rifle over his head. Releasing his shoulder and gripping the muzzle, she pulled on both ends of the rifle. The hardened gunmetal stood no chance against her new muscles, the wooden stock splintering as the barrel began bending into an U shape.
Realizing what was happening --- and now having both arms free --- he put his big hands on her slender arms and tried to push her arms apart.
His efforts made absolutely no difference to her as she continued to bend the rifle until the two ends crossed in front of his throat. Still trading water, she continued to tighten the metal noose around his neck, pausing only to switch hands.
His neck was made of fragile flesh and bone, unable to withstand the closing loop of steel driven by her super muscles. The vertebrae cracked and broke, the head lolling back on the nearly severed neck
Releasing the rifle to let the corpse drift away with the tide, she turned back to the boat. The tide was trying to carry it out of the cove, held back only by the anchor. She quickly swam to the anchor chain.
She gave the chain a tug, intending to pull herself to the boat. But once again, she had misjudged her new strength. Her pull started to swing the boat toward her even as her body shot toward it like a missile. Instinctively, she raised her other arm to shield her head.
Her hand went through the side of the bow like a hot knife through butter. Her head and shoulders only served to enlarge the hole in the fiberglass. The impact served to counteract the swinging motion of the boat, sending it listing in the other direction.
She went most of the way through the boat, stopping with her head sticking out the other side, her lower body and legs still inside.
The boat was still moving from the impact of her harder-than-steel body. It heeled over, plunging her head into the water.
The bottom of the boat struck the rocks on the floor of the cove. With the momentum from the impact, the rocks tore a big gash in the fiberglass. The boat immediately started to list even further as it started filling with water.
Lori managed to extricate herself without enlarging the hole too much, dropping into the water on the far side of the boat. But it didn't matter; the damage had already been done. The gash in the bottom was too much for the boat. Even as she came back up to the surface, the boat was already slipping under the waves for the final time.
She quickly swam back to the beach, wondering what she was going to do next. She was stuck alone on this little island, with nothing but the birds --- and the corpses of the pirates --- for company. And the memory of Allen --- she hadn't even seen his corpse after the pirates had shot him. The only thing left was the masts of the sunken boat poking up through the waves.
She had no means off the island, and no food to sustain her on it. Not unless she wanted to live off the land, fishing and scrounging for fruit like Robinson Crusoe. Or Gilligan.
Looking down at herself, she also remembered that she didn't have any clothes, not even the remnants of the bikini she'd started the day with. Not that she needed protection from the elements --- her experiences had taught her that. And there certainly wasn't anybody on the island to see her nakedness.
That simply pointed out the main problem. She couldn't stay here. She had to find a way off this island.
She needed to plan her next move. Turning around, she walked back into the jungle.