Jilly Milly
by jay nemo, nemojay@hotmail.com
Epilogue


This is an Epilogue to the excellent 10 part "JillyMilly" series written by 
Marknew, which will be found in the collections of stories by Marknew, 
published on the Diana the Valkyrie website. It can be understood only after 
reading that series (a most enjoyable process in its own right). The plot 
and characters of the 10 part "JillyMilly" series are Marknew's creation. 
This Episode is published with Marknew's permission; but he wishes it to be 
known that he does not approve of all of the writing, or of the development 
either of his plot or of his characters, and that he would have written and 
developed a different Epilogue had he felt the need for one. I wrote this 
Epilogue because I could not bear the position to be left as it was at the 
end of the last "JillyMilly" episode, and because I was curious to see how 
it would all work out.

				                        (1)
	Two years passed. For Clark they were slow and tedious years. His powers, 
which had allowed him to fly through galaxies, to understand languages, 
science, music and literature, to help people in distress, and to walk 
fearlessly and invulnerably through the world, had not returned. He had 
finally accepted that there was nothing he could do to regain them, and 
that, even if there was a way, he was no longer intelligent enough to find 
it. These were years of rising slowly every morning, and doing such of the 
work about the farm and the house as he could understand, and as he was 
strong enough to manage. He could handle the heavy work with difficulty, and 
he tired easily. But he persevered, knowing that all that remained to him 
was that part of the basic HIM which was not dependent upon his possession 
of superpowers, and which expressed itself in his determination to help his 
parents as much as possible, by taking as much of the farm work upon his own 
shoulders as he could.
	His mother had never ceased to be a solid rock of support to him. 
Unaffected as she was by the wave of energy which had transformed every 
woman between puberty and menopause into a hugely-muscled superwoman with 
powers which exceeded anything Superboy had ever known, she was a 
never-ending source of comfort. The new superwomen seemed to want nothing 
more than to bully and enslave the now very much weaker men, and to taunt 
those older women who had not achieved their transformation. They had no 
wish to allow weaker people to live quietly and in peace. They destroyed in 
seconds, for no apparent reason, what others had worked long and hard to 
build. What seemed so strange to Clark and his mother was that all memory of 
what the world had been like before the Great Transformation, as it had 
become known, seemed to have been erased. The new superwomen seemed to have 
been completely overtaken by their role of muscular masters of the world, 
the men seemed to have slipped easily into the role of their slaves, and the 
unaffected women seemed to have become blank and zombie-like. Clark and his 
mother seemed the only ones unaffected by this metamorphosis, Clark probably 
because of his Kryptonian constitution, and Mrs Kent probably because of her 
exceptionally strong character and fully formed personality. Jill Pell, who 
had been the start of the entire disaster, might also have retained her 
memories of the pre-transformation world, but she had disappeared from 
Earth, and was probably on some other planet, hiding from the new 
superwomen, some of whom wanted to punish her for her pre-transformation 
behaviour.
	By the end of two years Clark had resigned himself to spending the rest of 
his life in what remained of Smallville, scratching enough of a living to 
feed himself and his parents out of what remained of the Kent farm, caring 
for the Kents as they grew older, and trying to keep out of the way of 
marauding superwomen. He felt strongly that he had a responsibility to care 
for his parents whom he loved, and he intended fully to discharge that 
responsibility. Further than that he could not see. He was dimly aware that 
he was no longer smart enough to do anything more with his life, but he 
determinedly put any feeling of regret behind him.

                         				(2)
	And then, two years to the day after the Great Transformation, Clark woke 
up with a sense that something had changed. For a few minutes he scratched 
his head trying to identify the difference. And then he got it. The whole 
world seemed to be quiet. The usual noise of superwomen flying through the 
air and calling to each other was absent. He could hear no laughter as 
mega-muscular superwomen battled with each other, revelling in their muscles 
and their strength. He could hear none of the crashing of destroyed 
structures which meant that the hard work of weeks would have to be redone. 
All was silent, except for the singing of the birds, which he could not 
remember having heard for many months. He dressed more quickly than usual 
and went outside.
	He was greeted by the cavernous silence of the huge fields of Kansas. 
Walking along the road in the direction of the Kent farmhouse were two 
figures: Carole, whose parents owned the farm next door to the Kent's place, 
and Jessica. But, to his amazement, he saw that they were once again quite 
normal. They were each about 5'3" in height. Carole's slim build and slight 
teenage chest, and Jessica's wide hips, flat chest, and slim arms and 
shoulders, were exactly as he remembered them. They were chatting to each 
other in the voices which Clark remembered, and they seemed to be talking 
about things that had been normal to them two years ago - Carole was 
discussing a forthcoming Barn Dance, and Jessica was inviting Carole to a 
Church Outing. Clark stared. "Oh Hello Clark" said Carole. "Not started on 
your chores yet? Jessica and I are walking over to the school to help set up 
for assembly at the opening of the term tomorrow. We're going to be 
addressed by Congressman Jones." Clark stared all the more. Smallville High 
had been closed for the whole of the two years since the Great 
Transformation, yet Carole and Jessica were behaving as if nothing had 
happened. Clark wanted to know more about what had happened, and he dimly 
felt that he might learn more about things in Smallville. He finished his 
chores as quickly as his weakened body could handle them, then he took the 
pick-up and drove into town. To his astonishment everything was exactly as 
it had been two years ago. The girls were all back to their 
pre-transformation sizes and personalities. People were walking down the 
High Street, apparently about their ordinary business. Cars were filling up 
with gas at the filling station. Claire was chatting happily to Mr Green the 
haberdasher. Customers were strolling in and out of the grocers. Young men 
and women were moving in and out of the public library. All about him was 
the happy chat of friendly neighbours. The effect of the alien gun had worn 
out.
	No one seemed to recall what had happened over the last two years. The 
memory of that time, of what the girls had become, and of how they had 
abused their superpowers, seemed to have been utterly erased. Clark shook 
his head dumbly, turned the pick-up round, and headed home. He felt a need 
to talk to his mother. He also felt a nagging fear that was growing in his 
mind, although he could not yet understand what he feared. Mrs Kent would 
explain everything, or at least help him to come to terms with everything 
that had happened.

                           				(3)
	He was half way home driving on a long empty road when it happened. He 
heard a loud whoooshing noise. He saw what looked like a flash of light, and 
Jill Pell stood before the van, holding it in place with one finger. She 
looked as spectacularly beautiful as she had looked the last time he had 
seen her - the time when she had intended to kill him. But her beauty was 
lost on Clark. He suddenly understood his nameless fear. The girls of the 
world may have lost the superpowers which he had stupidly given them by 
firing the alien gun so many months ago, but that simply made Jill Pell the 
Lord of his Universe again. She was back, her superpowers undiminished, able 
to conquer the whole world without breaking sweat. And he was the only 
person who knew the source of her superpowers, and who had a motive to try 
to take them from her. So he was obviously going to be her first port of 
call.
	"Hello Clark" she said. "Remember me?"
	"Yes" was all he could say.
	"Lets make that 'Yes Mistress'" smirked Jill. "Or 'Yes Goddess Jill' would 
be nice. I don't think a simple 'Yes' is good enough for someone who can 
destroy you with a look, do you?"
	Clark couldn't grasp very quickly what she wanted from him. "I said 'Yes', 
and I don't know what else you want." he answered dumbly.
	Jill looked at him carefully. "No!" she said "I don't suppose you do. 
You've lost your intelligence as well as everything else, haven't you? Well 
I'll explain it in words of mostly one syllable, so that it will be crystal 
clear to the moron you now are. If you aren't on your knees before me 
kissing my feet within five seconds I'll incinerate your mother with my heat 
vision, and don't think I can't do it from here. With my telescopic vision I 
can see exactly where she is and what she is doing, and without even 
blinking I can fry the lunch she is busy making for you, and reduce her to 
ashes into the bargain."
	Now Clark understood. This was to be Jill's final triumph over him, and she 
certainly did not intend to let him live for more than a few minutes after 
she had enjoyed it. "Please Jill," he croaked. "Don't kill me. My parents 
need me. I'm all they have. Of course I'll kiss your feet if you really want 
me to. What other choice do I have after all? But let me live for my 
parents' sake. You know I'll never be a threat to you. I'll give you my 
solemn word never to try to harm you in any way." He knelt before her, and 
lowered his head to the tops of her boots.
	But even as he did this he knew that his plea had failed. "No Clark" Jill 
said. "Nice try but no cigar. I can't rely on your promise. I want total 
security. But I'll tell you how I'll make you feel better. I promise to kill 
your parents immediately after I've killed you. That way they won't need you 
any more. Unlike your death, their death will be so quick and painless 
they'll be dead before they even know that anything is about to hit them." 
Clark's heart almost failed him. He knew that Jill could do anything she 
wanted to do, and that he was helpless to try to stop her.
	Jill laughed, "And now, how shall we dispose of Mr Once Upon A Time 
Superboy? What is a fitting end for the Goody Two Shoes who had the nerve to 
reject ME? Shall it be by cold?" she breathed a mist of freezing air round 
him, "Or by heat?" she played a light film of heat vision about his body, 
"Or by a good old-fashioned super powered punch in the kisser? Perhaps I 
should send you to join my dear departed Daddy on the moon. No, I know. I'll 
fly you up into the sun, the source of the super powers which you once 
possessed. As you may remember, its quite an experience, only its one that 
you may not live to appreciate this time round." Clark closed his eyes and 
prayed. Jill saw what he was doing, and laughed. She leaned forward towards 
his kneeling figure, and reached out her hands. "Time for me to take you 
sunwards Super Hasbeen. I seem to recall that that's what I was going to do 
to you last time, before we were somewhat rudely interrupted."

                            				(4)
	Suddenly there was another, even louder whooshing noise, and the ground 
shook slightly.
	"I interrupt you yet again blood girl" boomed a loud deep voice. Clark 
opened his eyes. Jill had been knocked to the ground a few yards away from 
him, and she lay shaking her head to clear it. In her place stood a mighty 
female figure, about 7'2" in height, with shoulders about 6' broad, and 
breasts that looked huge even on a frame as big as that. Unbelievably 
massive muscles, that seemed to exude raw power, rippled up and down that 
mighty frame. Her strong, beautiful face beamed at Clark, and her long thick 
mane of red hair cascaded down past her heavily muscled shoulders.
	"Gudrun" cried Clark, "Is that you?"
	"And who else is it but Gudrun who would save you a third time from the 
blood girl?" boomed out the familiar voice.
	"But why didn't you lose your powers like everyone else?" asked Clark 
incredulously.
	"I did. But I only lose powers that I get from your stupid gun. My former 
strength, and the strength and the powers of the Mallian woman, I keep."
	For the first time in more than two years something seemed to click in 
Clark's mind. He experienced a flash of clear thought, a feeling that he and 
Gudrun were both in deadly peril. He looked at Jill, who was nearly fully 
recovered from Gudrun's attack. "Gudrun" he called out urgently. "If you 
only have Mallian power then you're vulnerable to her heat vision. That the 
way I escaped from the Mallian woman after she had defeated me. Get away as 
quickly as you can, before she recovers completely."
	But even as he spoke he saw that Jill had fully recovered. A look of 
triumph came into her eyes, as the full force of her heat vision leaped from 
her eyes, directly towards at Gudrun's stomach. He turned back, expecting to 
see little more than a pile of ashes where once Gudrun had stood. But he saw 
nothing. At a speed almost quicker than light Gudrun had hurtled into the 
air a split second before Jill had incinerated the ground on which she had 
been standing. Jill did not stand still either. Sensing victory over a foe 
who had always scared her slightly, she shot after the fleeing Gudrun, ready 
to scorch her out of the sky at the first opportunity. With his heart in his 
mouth Clark watched Jill soar through the air, searing the sky around 
Gudrun's body, her blasts getting closer and closer to her prey. Clark saw 
that the end could only be a matter of moments as Gudrun took a glancing 
blast of heat vision in the back. She reeled drunkenly for a few seconds, 
and plummeted to earth. Before she could move Jill was on her. She pounded 
Gudrun with asteroid-crushing punches. Eventually Gudrun lay still. Jill 
took her by the scruff of the neck and flew her over to where Clark stood 
waiting, all hope now drained from him. Jill held Gudrun before his eyes. 
Gudrun's eyes were closed, her head was sunk to her chest, and her arms and 
legs drooped limply. She seemed hardly to be breathing. Jill opened her hand 
and Gudrun's body crumbled to the ground. Tears ran down Clark's cheeks as 
he saw the destruction of his rescuer, and as he watched the triumph in 
Jill's eyes.
	"World's Strongest Girl eh!" jeered Jill scornfully. "She was no problem to 
ME. My only problem is whether I should let you see me beat her to death, or 
whether I should wait until I've killed you before I pulverise her. And 
should I wait until she comes to before I start. Hmmmm. Decisions... 
Decisions..."
	"I will relieve you of those decisions blood girl." boomed a loud female 
voice.
	Clark and Jill looked at Gudrun amazed. Jill stood almost paralysed.
	"Gudrun!" Clark cried. "Are you all right?" "Of course I be alright" said 
Gudrun as she rose to her feet with a smile. "Heat and light a problem to 
Mallians, not to me. Anyway, I know the blood girl will not use heat vision 
if she has a chance to beat me up with her fists."
	"But I saw... She did beat you up."
	"Bah. I not feel her blows. I let her hit me. She not even dent my muscles. 
Just want to give her bad surprise. Punish her for trying to kill me with 
heat vision".
	She turned to Jill. Her fist shot out. Now it was Jill who was smashed to 
the ground. Gudrun lifted her to her feet and slammed her into the upper 
atmosphere. Then she hurtled into the sky, caught Jill before she had 
regained her full senses, and smashed her to the ground again. Jill hit the 
ground with a force that shattered buildings fifty miles away. She struggled 
up on to her knees. Gudrun dropped down to her. She wrapped her right arm 
round Jill's neck, and grabbed Jill's hair with her left hand. Then she 
pulled Jill's head back so that Jill could not direct her heat vision at 
Clark, and she flexed the massive muscles of her right arm. Jill struggled 
with all her super strength, but Gudrun's mighty muscles held her helpless. 
Gudrun's gigantic biceps squeezed, rock- hard, into Jill's neck. At the same 
time Gudrun wrapped her mammoth thighs round Jill's waist, and flexed her 
thigh muscles, nearly cutting Jill in half. After fifteen minutes of this 
treatment Jill slumped, unconscious in Gudrun's crushing grip. Gudrun held 
her for another hour, until she was sure that Jill was not faking, and then 
she dropped her to the ground. Jill lay still.

                          				(5)
	Gudrun slung Jill's limp form over her shoulder and flew over to where a 
relieved Clark was waiting.
	"Wow Gudrun, that was really incredible" he said. "You really gave it to 
her."
	"It is Gudrun who is grateful to you " she said. "You risk life to warn me 
of her heat vision. For that I grateful. Now I give to you in return. You 
come here." She motioned him over to where Jill lay unconscious. She balled 
up her fist and started to hammer Jill's left bicep over and over again. 
Clark saw the colour of Jill's bicep change first to red, then to blue, then 
to white, and then to an ashen grey under Gudrun's massive blows.
	As the skin turned to grey Gudrun looked up at Clark. "You lie down next to 
blood girl!!" she ordered. "But... but... but... why?!?" Clark asked. "You 
not know!? You not so smart any more eh?" said Gudrun. "Never mind. Gudrun 
fix that. Now lie down next to blood girl. Gudrun commands!!!"
	Suddenly Clark had no questions. His whole being was flooded with the 
feeling that he was prepared to place himself completely in the mighty hands 
of Gudrun - wonderful, glorious Gudrun with the superb muscles. He 
instinctively felt that she had acquired wisdom and insight to which he was 
prepared to surrender himself wholly. Feeling more tranquil and serene that 
he had in many a long month, Clark lay down.
	"That good!" Gudrun said. She smashed another blow against Jill's jaw. She 
raised Jill's eyelid and inspected her eyeball. "She out now for at least 
three hours. That long enough."
	From a pouch tied to her waist she took a collection of metal and plastic 
items that Clark did not examine. She seemed to be assembling something. 
Clark heard a sharp click, and then Gudrun stood up. "Lift up right arm!!" 
she ordered. Clark obeyed. Then suddenly he felt pain, a sharp prick, as a 
needle went into his vein. He turned his head. Gudrun had pushed another 
needle into the grey area of Jill's bicep. The two needles were connected to 
a machine which Clark thought that he might have seen somewhere before, in 
another life. "Now you lie still!" said Gudrun. She gently stroked his head 
with a hand which was surprisingly tender for its size and rock-hard 
muscularity. Clark closed his eyes. All pain vanished. He felt weaker and 
weaker, and as if he was floating away somewhere; but he had no qualms or 
concerns. He was in Gudrun's strong hands, and everything would be all 
right. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.
	Half an hour later his eyes fluttered open. He was still connected to 
Gudrun's machine, but now something was different. He saw the usual clouds 
in the sky - but now he recognised their configurations, and the kind of 
weather they foretold. He could feel the usual stones beneath his head - but 
now he knew what kinds of stone they were, and the geological period in 
which they had been deposited in Kansas. He could hear Jill's breath moving 
in and out of her lungs - and somehow he knew that she was uninjured, but 
that she would be unconscious for at least another two and a half hours. He 
could hear every little creak of her costume as her chest moved up and down 
as she breathed. He heard strange rustling sounds - and he knew that they 
were ants working industriously about fifty yards away. He heard crickets 
sing - and he knew that they were more than a mile away. Suddenly his head 
was awash with sound. He could hear traffic and conversations, in Smallville 
and even beyond. He could hear rivers and brooks and insects and people and 
animals and household noises for miles around. He felt that he would be 
deafened or driven mad by the sounds he could now hear - until suddenly he 
knew how to tune them out so that he could hear only the sounds he wanted to 
hear, or even complete silence. He opened his eyes. He saw eagles swooping 
in the sky. He could see every feature of every one of their intricate 
feathers - and he suddenly realised that they were miles and miles high, way 
out of the range of normal human vision. He turned his head slightly to the 
side. He could see Smallville, and towns and villages hundreds of miles 
away. Suddenly he realised that he could see through the walls of the 
buildings. With an increasing thrill he realised that his whole body was 
feeling stronger and stronger, and harder and harder. His mind felt 
brighter, clearer, more alert than it had in over two years. Then, not until 
then, did he remember where he had seen a machine like the one to which 
Gudrun had hooked him and Jill. It was a transfuser, built according to the 
same principle as the machine that Jill had used to take his blood, but 
which she had then destroyed. He realised that he was now able to understand 
that principle and to recognise how this new machine utilised them. Finally 
he realised - what he had not dared to believe - exactly what was happening. 
Somewhere in her travels, somewhere in the depths of the universe, Gudrun 
had come across a transfusor, and had realised how it could be used and what 
it could be used for. She had bided her time, until she could knock Jill out 
and soften her up, and now she was bringing him this most precious gift, his 
super powers. Feelings of love, gratitude and excitement welled over him as 
he turned his head and saw her towering over him, smiling down in tender 
companionship. He lay quite still, trying hard not to shout with joy, 
feeling his body hardening and his skin toughening. He felt his heat vision, 
and his super breath click into place, and suddenly he knew, with complete 
certainty, that he could fly once again. He realised that the process was 
almost complete.
	"Gudrun. Gudrun." he called. "Stop the transfusion".
	"Why you want that?" she asked.
	"Leave Jill something," he said. "She was so thrilled to be able to see 
without spectacles. I'd hate to feel that she was going to have to go back 
to those coke-bottle glasses which gave her such a low sense of self esteem. 
Also, leave her breasts slightly enlarged, and very firm. Her only feature 
of which she was proud was her big breasts. Let her be left with breasts 
larger and firmer than they were. I know what its like to lose these powers. 
No one deserves to experience the crushing disappointment of being 
completely without them after once experiencing them. That would be too 
cruel."
	"You good person Clark" said Gudrun. "Not many people think of blood girl's 
feelings at a time like this." She smiled at him with a look of 
understanding, with which was mixed a look of deep respect. Then she knelt, 
turned off the transfusor, and disconnected the needles. She knelt over Jill 
and peeled Superboy's stolen costume off her body, covering her in a blanket 
which she took from the pick-up. She placed Superboy's costume in her 
back-pouch. "She wake up in an hour. Feel OK. Maybe just a little shaken, 
but no more. Her eyes OK too. Also breasts. But you... You Superboy again. 
You stand now." Clark rose slowly to his feet, as if to a fanfare of 
trumpets, and stood before her, his shoulders squared, his chest out, his 
eyes shining. "You come with Gudrun now. And no argument. Remember, I still 
much stronger," she raised her massive arms to her shoulders, placed her 
hands on the back of her neck, and grinned as she flexed her gigantic abs, 
and pushed her mountainous biceps into his smiling face.

                          				(6)
	Taking Clark's hand firmly in hers Gudrun leapt into the sky. Clark 
followed behind her, pulling at her arm as his best speed was nowhere near 
as fast as hers. Within a split second they were out of Earth's atmosphere, 
and a fraction of a second later they had burst free of its gravitational 
pull. They were in outer space. Clark's's clothes had burned off him as they 
streaked through the atmosphere, and Gudrun stripped off her jeans and 
t-shirt. Gudrun pulled Clark level with her. Their arms went round each 
other. Their mouths sought each other with almost desperate hunger. They 
kissed wildly, greedily, as if they had been starving for each other. Each 
of them thrust their tongues hard against the tongue of the other, 
instinctively taking turns to thrust and to enfold. Their arms went round 
each other. They clasped themselves to each other as if they were trying to 
squeeze into each other. Clark felt his member getting bigger and harder 
than he could ever recall. Gudrun felt this. She smiled, and opened herself 
to him. And then he was in her. They each gripped the other convulsively. 
They were plastered against each other. They whirled round and round as they 
hurtled through space, oblivious to anything except each other, bucking and 
straining against each other, silently screaming their ecstasy into the 
vacuum of space. Neither of them was aware of the distance they travelled, 
or how many times they came simultaneously, or how long each orgasm lasted. 
Eventually they drifted off to sleep, Clark's head cushioned deep into 
Gudrun's bosom while she enfolded him in her mighty arms. In gravity-free 
space there was no question of who was on top, they were each on top and 
underneath at the same time, and that was how they each wanted it. They 
awakened after no one could tell how long. Gudrun kept Clark gently in her 
arms. They kissed again, but this time slowly and searchingly. Once again 
she opened herself to him, and he came into her, but this time gently, 
knowing that they each wanted this to last for a long time before anything 
happened. Gudrun smiled at him through the sweetness of her kiss, and 
started to use her flying power gently to move them in a direction of which 
Clark had no knowledge. Nor did he care. He gave himself up entirely into 
Gudrun's charge. He shifted into the rock-hard, but infinitely flexible 
folds of her massive muscles, and relaxed. They came together in a long slow 
and languorous orgasm which left them both profoundly contented. And slowly 
they drifted to Gudrun's direction.
	Eventually they came to a planet. It was not in the system of the Earth's 
sun. It was not even in Earth's galaxy. It seemed close to the edge of the 
universe. But it was gently warmed by a huge yellow star, and it had an 
atmosphere not unlike that of Earth. It was deserted. Beautiful flowers grew 
everywhere. Gudrun set them softly down. "This is where I have lived" she 
said. "I travel through many parts of the Universe, seeing many wonders and 
learning much about myself and other things. But this is where I chose to 
make my home. It very beautiful and tranquil, and Kryptonite not affect you 
here. The flowers I plant myself. Taken from planets all over the galaxies. 
She took his hand and led him into a house which stood by a river which 
flowed alongside a small mountain. She held out her arms, and let him carry 
her over the threshold. They moved slowly through the house, clasping each 
other constantly. Then Gudrun stood proud, and Clark knelt at her feet and 
caressed all of her beautiful muscles. As his hand ran down each muscle she 
would flex it, moulding it into different shapes, while he kissed and 
worshipped it. Then she stood, and showed him, as if for the first time, the 
full beauty of her body, of her perfect proportions, of her breathtaking 
chest, and of her beautiful gigantic muscles. He kissed her over and over 
again, all over her breasts and body, in stunned awe and admiration at her 
radiant beauty. Then she took him in her arms, carried him to the bed, laid 
him softly on it, and gently stroked his whole body, to peace, and to 
arousal, upon which she took him into her to shuddering release. Once again 
Clark slept deeply, for a time of which he had no knowledge.
	When he awoke Gudrun was standing by the side of the bed. She looked down 
at him with a look of such profound understanding and pity that his heart 
nearly stopped. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
	"Clark my love" she said.
	"Yes Gudrun" he replied.
	"What I must say will give pain. Do you think you can bear it."
	"I can bear anything you think I should bear Gudrun. I am in your hands. 
What is it that I must now hear? What is the burden I must bear?"
	"Clark my love. It is time for you leave me here, and return to Earth."
	"Am I allowed to know why Gudrun?"
	"Of course my love. Your mission in life there, and is not complete. Hardly 
begun. You could not live happy if you know this. You not be happy until 
mission complete."
	"And what is that mission Gudrun?"
	"It is task placed upon you by father, Jor-El of Krypton, when he sends you 
to Earth. By the goodness of your life you will set example of how they can 
live together. By the strength of your arm you will suppress those of them 
who prey on weak and innocent peoples. But you not interfere with human 
history. You try that when you try help spit girl. Bad result. You cannot 
build world, or bring forward civilisation, or cure illnesses."
	"And am I ever to see you again Gudrun?"
	"Of course you will. You will live many, many Earth years. Mission complete 
long before you die. Then we meet!"
	"But how shall I live without you my dearest? I do not feel that I can."
	"On Earth you find love. You not forget Gudrun, but for many years Gudrun 
is only in small corner of your heart. Do not feel disloyal to me when you 
love on Earth. This I want. I feel bad if you suffer loneliness or pain in 
the many Earth years of your mission. Love with all your heart, and feel 
only that it is Gudrun's wish. Our time will come, but it is not yet."
	"But where shall I find love on Earth my dearest one?"
	"You have found already. Gudrun understands your whole heart dear one. I 
know you loved the blood girl very deeply from first time you saw her. I 
know you love her still, despite everything. I think she love you too. Seek 
her out when you return to Earth. The choice of your heart was good. She 
fine person. Was only a child when she becomes the most powerful person on 
Earth, with no guidance from stupid mother and evil father. Know, too, that 
she much smarter than you, even with super powers. Be her your guide on 
Earth as you trust me on this planet."
	Gudrun took the Superboy costume from her pouch. She put it on Clark. 
Within seconds it had readjusted to the shape of his body. He stood up, 
Superboy once more. "You understand" said Gudrun. "Time on this world not 
the same as Earth time. Three earth years have gone by in only very few 
minutes we here. Many things have happened on Earth. You will adjust." She 
lifted him into the air, and pointed into the sky. "That is the direction 
you travel," she said, "Go with all Gudrun's love. Love the blood girl with 
Gudrun's blessing. Live and love!!" She threw him hard into the sky.
	Clark shot into outer space once again. He mourned the loss of what he was 
leaving behind, but, as his power of flight took over the momentum of his 
travel, he unquestioningly obeyed Gudrun's direction to return to Earth.

                         				(7)
	Gudrun's throw had been perfectly directed. Superboy arrived in Earth's 
atmosphere without having to alter course. He flew immediately to 
Smallville. A quick change of clothes, and Clark presented himself, once 
again at the Kent's home. Jonathan was in the fields, but Martha was at 
home. She sprang up with a scream, and hurled her arms around him. "Oh 
Clark! Oh Clark! Oh Clark!" was all she could say for about fifteen minutes. 
"We knew from Jill Pell that you were probably alright - that you had gone 
off with that Gudrun girl, but we had no idea where you had gone or if we 
would ever see you again. But how are you? Are you alright?" she gave him a 
look that meant only one thing. "Yes Ma" he said. "I've got them back. 
Gudrun got them back for me. I'm super again."
	No matter how overjoyed Martha Kent was at Clark's return, she knew right 
from wrong. "Well if you're super again, go and help your Father on the 
farm. Finish the chores for him, and come back home. We'll have a few 
friends around for supper to celebrate your return, and, incidentally, to 
stop all speculation about you. Remember, you've been travelling in Europe 
for the last three years. I daresay you've actually seen enough of the place 
as Superboy to be able to get by, and you can deal with any problems by 
using your telescopic vision - that still works does it?" Clark nodded with 
a smile. "And also remember" she said, "For some doggone reason I can't 
fathom no one, but no one except you and me and the Pell girl can recall the 
Great Transformation, or the way the world was while those girl all were 
super, so don't talk about it."
	"What about my dual identity? Does anyone know or remember about it?"
	"No!" said Martha definitely. There's you, and us and the Pell girl. She 
told me that she found out about it, but that you could rest assured she 
would never tell a soul. I saw her face when she said it. I would trust her 
on this one."
	"And what happened to her - to Jill Pell I mean?" asked Clark with what he 
hoped was a casual air.
	Martha appeared not to attach much importance to the question. "Not much is 
known," she said. "Her father disappeared shortly before the Transformation. 
No one knows what became of him, but he's 'missing presumed dead'. Her 
mother died soon after you went away, and her brother went on his travels - 
said he was going to find Nirvana in Katmandu or some such fiddlesticks. 
Jill was left quite alone. For a month or two she wondered around 
Smallville. She visited us here from time to time. But then one day she said 
that she was going away. She left a forwarding address. Its the Carmelite 
convent of Our Lady of Rest in Northern California."
	"Thanks Ma" said Clark. I'll go help Dad in the field now. I hope I don't 
scare him out of ten years of growth."
	Next morning Clark sat with his mother and father, enjoying the lavish 
breakfast that Martha had put together to celebrate Clark's return. Then he 
stood up and walked to the back door. "I'm going somewhere folks" he 
announced. "I may be most of the day." Then he stepped into the deserted 
back yard of the Kent's house, changed into his Superboy costume, and 
streaked into the sky.

	                            			(8)
	Jill Pell sat quite still on a bench in the grounds of the Carmelite 
convent of Our Lady of Rest. She had no religious belief, but she had sought 
permission to enter the convent as a lay sister. This permission had been 
granted. The quiet nuns knew nothing about her, but realised that this was a 
young woman with a fractured, tortured soul, who yearned for a healing which 
she felt unworthy to receive. Since joining the convent her days had passed 
quietly. She did not pray, but she felt somehow touched by being in the 
presence of those who did. She cleaned her cell, and worked in the kitchen 
and the bakery, relaxing into the quiet routine of convent life. She read 
for many hours of each day, and she had long talks with Mother Superior, 
which usually left Mother Superior holding Jill's shoulders while Jill 
cried. Bravely Jill had confronted her whole life from the point of view of 
the young woman she was in the process of becoming. Everything seemed new 
and strange to her. She now saw her exasperatingly stupid mother only as 
someone deserving of great pity, whose hopes for so much from life as the 
wife of the handsome, popular Dr Pell had evaporated in the blast of his 
egotism, his neglect, and his constant sexual liaisons. She now saw her 
adored, brilliant father as a self-centred, wicked power-hungry psychopath, 
ready to kill his own daughter in order to obtain supreme power over the 
rest of the world. She now saw her tormenting brother as a victim of the 
kind of parental neglect that thinks that the purchase of electronic toys is 
a proper substitute for love and resect in a sustained relationship. Most of 
all she saw herself. She saw the stupidity which had allowed her self esteem 
to be determined by the negative valuations of her school fellows. She saw 
the foolishness which had allowed her to devalue herself simply because she 
wore thick glasses. She marvelled at her juvenile feelings of despair that 
she would not make cheer leader, or that football players would not date 
her. She mourned the absence of parents or siblings who could have given her 
genuine values which would have placed these things in context. She wept in 
gratitude at the thought of dear dear Clair, whose warm and genuine 
friendship had been the only happiness of her life. Then she saw herself 
turned away from the world, wholly obsessed with her discontents, her 
resentments and her spite. One beacon of light shone out. Clark had loved 
her. She could feel it when he kissed her the first time, and every time 
afterwards. She knew that he had understood the roots of her hostility, and 
that he had loved her despite everything. She knew now that she had loved 
him in return, and that that first wonderful kiss could have altered her 
life forever. And what had she done? She saw how she had tricked poor Clark, 
manipulated him, rejected him, and made him suffer. She cried, aghast at 
herself, as she saw the use she had made of his superpowers, which he 
himself had never used for anything but good. She rocked in grief at the 
suffering she had caused with those powers, and at her several attempts to 
kill him. And the wonder of it was that his love for her had survived. He 
had left her her eyesight, and her 48" FFF rock-firm breasts (she thanked 
heavens that they excited no interest in the convent), and, though she was 
sure he didn't know it, he had inadvertently left her a residual 
superstrength equal to the power of ten large men. She felt, deep in her 
soul, that she was totally guilty, and that she was beyond all hope of 
forgiveness or healing. Mother Superior listened quietly, and refrained from 
telling her that this seemed to be the most hopeful thing about her case.
	This day was passing quietly like all her days. She sat in the garden, 
looking at the ground, letting herself feel the silence in which she could 
hear the still small voice of her inner world. Then she heard a voice - a 
male voice speaking with hesitation. "Jill...? My darling... Is that you?" 
Slowly she raised her head. Clark was standing before her, looking down at 
her with eyes that showed understanding, compassion and.. yes.. she was not 
mistaken... love. Jill was not a fool. This man was still deeply in love 
with her. And suddenly she felt very much the same. She stood up. "Clark" 
she said. "I've been waiting for you.. For so long... so very very long." 
She moved close to him. Her breasts brushed against his chest. She put her 
arms round him, and raised her lips to his. The touch of her arms, the feel 
of her breasts, the first touch of her lips affected Clark as if electrical 
thrills were coursing up and down his body. His knees, his arms, his hands, 
his whole body started to tremble. All his superstrength seemed to drain 
from his body. He found he could not stand. They sat down together on the 
bench, holding each other as tightly as they could, and kissing each other 
slowly, deeply and fervently. Clark's eyes closed. He felt as if he was 
passing out. He seemed to swoon. Then he heard Jill chuckle through the 
kiss. "You'd better be careful going down, or you'll bump me horribly" she 
whispered. He opened his eyes. Without his knowing it his flying power had 
taken them about five hundred feet into the air. They laughed as they hung 
suspended, clasped in each others arms, their lips and tongues exploring 
each other.
	Jill felt as if she was in heaven. This was no juvenile thrill. This was no 
cynical manipulation. For the first time in her life she knew the full joy 
of the reciprocal giving and receiving of pleasure. She felt the delight of 
mutual and equal love and respect. She knew that her breasts and her body 
turned him on, apparently past the point of unconsciousness; and she was 
glad - glad that she could give this pleasure to him. She wanted to give it 
to him, and much more. She knew that he had always yearned for her to kiss 
him, and that he always nearly passed out, and sometimes did pass out when 
she did; and she was glad. She wanted to kiss him over and over again. She 
wanted to be the confidant of his feelings of vulnerability. She knew that 
he would hold nothing back - that he would share his weaknesses with her in 
full trust. She felt humble that his love had survived everything she had 
put him through. And she wanted him too. Her head swam and her body seemed 
to vibrate and thrill to his touch. She gasped as he fondled her bosom. He 
seemed to know by instinct exactly where she liked to be touched, what kinds 
of touching she liked in each place, and how long she wanted it to continue. 
They dropped slowly to the ground into one of the large bushes in the 
garden. She lay down on the soft leaves. He leaned over her, and they made 
love, the need to restrain the sounds of their orgasms adding a dimension of 
excruciating delight to their coupling. And then they fell asleep in each 
others arms. An hour later they rose.
	"Jill" said Clark. "Jill..."
	She placed her lips close to his, so that he could feel the movement of her 
lips as she talked. "I know" she said. "I have always known. I was just too 
stupid and childish to do the right thing about it. I love you too my 
darling, whatever costume you are wearing. But now listen to me. You don't 
have to worry about criminals finding out about our relationship and using 
me as a means of getting to you. Nobody will know that I know Superboy. I'm 
going steady with Clark Kent."
	By nightfall Jill had left the convent. Mother Superior said "Goodbye" to 
her with a knowing smile.
	Jill and Clark took a hired car - Jill sensed danger in Clark simply flying 
them back - and they made their way back to Kansas in slow stages, touching 
each other all the time, kissing when they had the chance, and drinking in 
each other's presence. Clark found Jill a delight. Her penetrating 
intelligence, her maturity of insight, her understanding and acceptance, her 
infinite patience and deep skill as a listener, even her long comfortable 
silences, made every moment with her a joy, even when they were not 
touching, kissing, or making love. Eventually Smallville was on the horizon, 
and they were home. Clark and Jill stood before Martha Kent, with Clark's 
arm around Jill's shoulder as he introduced her to his mother as his 
fiancée.

                         				(9)
	"But Clark, after all that has happened, do you love her?" Clark was alone 
with Martha, and she was looking at him with anxiety in her weathered face.
	"I love her mother."
	"Do you knew what love is?"
	"I only know that the world is dark when I am not with her, and that it 
springs into riotous colour when she is near. I know that, having been with 
her I can no longer exist without her. I feel empty and numb when we are not 
together."
	"But she manipulated you shamefully, and she tried to kill you more than 
once."
	"She was a child mother. A traumatised, resentful child, who suddenly found 
herself with the power to get back at the world against which she harboured 
such a grudge. Now she is the deepest, wisest soul I have ever known."
	"If that's so son, then marry her, and may God Bless You!!!"

                        				(10)
	The words "I Clark..." and "I Jillian Millicent..." had been said. They 
were married. Clark and Jill built a home for themselves on the Kent farm, 
and moved in.
	Clark's joy in Jill was never ending. The touch of her hand thrilled and 
rejoiced him; the touch of her breasts sent such thrills through the whole 
of his body that all of his superstrength drained away from him; and her 
kisses could make his head swim until he passed out. He was like wax in her 
hands. She could, at will, bring him on his hands and knees to her feet, 
where her own residual superstrength enabled her to pin him helplessly to 
the floor, and to take him deep, deep inside her while her wonderful breasts 
engulfed him. In this position she could keep him erect inside her for days 
on end, while the marvel of her breasts kept the level of his superstrength 
coming and going at her desire, but kept him always totally under her 
control, until the two of them would explode simultaneously. Sometimes, 
after draining his strength, she would speadeagle his hands and feet, tie 
him to the iron bedstead in that position, and make him her helpless captive 
for hours on end, keeping him too weak to break his bonds by walking around 
him nude, by kissing him gently, and by caressing him all over his body, 
bringing them both to a peak of excitement which she would not relieve until 
she was panting and gasping, and he was begging and pleading for relief; 
upon which she would insert him into her while he was still bound, and bring 
them both to an incandescent climax. His absolute trust in her, made, of 
these times, moments of deep intimacy and exquisite delight rather than fear 
or shame. He knew that she was wise and good. He felt that, even, if she 
were to take his powers again, she would use them wisely; and that, even if 
she decided to kill him again, he would accept it in the knowledge that, if 
Jill wanted it, it must be good, right and for the best. He surrendered 
himself entirely to her - to her wisdom, her love, her strength and to the 
magic of her presence. Jill was fired by the feel of his body and by his 
mesmerising fondling of her breasts. His kisses always sent them high into 
the air, sometimes for hours, and his loving penetrated to the deepest wells 
of her physical and emotional being. She rejoiced to have him helpless and 
vulnerable in her hands, and to experience the responsibility for his whole 
being which his trust reposed in her. She felt her soul warming and slowly 
healing in the light of their love.

                        				(11)
	He always knew that she remained much smarter than he, and it was his 
absolute reliance upon her that saved his life.
	They were in the Fortress of Solitude he had built for them in the Arctic 
Circle. Suddenly they were not alone. General Zod and his sidekick, the girl 
Ursa stood before them, just escaped from the Phantom Zone. "Greetings Son 
of Jor-El" Zod had said with a confident smirk. "This is an interesting 
situation. Our strength is still somewhat depleted from our sojourn in the 
Zone. We will not be at full strength for weeks. Until then you could beat 
either of us, and probably both of us simultaneously. But this Earth woman 
alters everything. You will immediately surrender to us and let us project 
you into the Phantom Zone, or else we kill her. I am sure that you realise 
that either one of us, even in our weakened state, could engage you for long 
enough to allow the other to break her in pieces." Clark was shattered. He 
could only acknowledge the truth of the General's words. With a heavy heart 
he prepared to be projected into the Zone. And then Jill stepped in. 
"Alright, you win," she said. "But if we are going to be separated, at least 
let us have one last kiss." without waiting for a reply she moved to Clark 
and took him in her arms hard. To his surprise there was no tenderness in 
her grip, so that his strength was unaffected. "Now lover" she said opening 
her mouth. "Give it to me. Give me what you've got." Clark was puzzled by 
Jill's attitude, and by the her choice of words, unusual for her. But he 
couldn't imagine going wrong by following her lead, and he complied. He put 
his mouth to hers and found her kissing him harder and longer than ever 
before, as if she was sucking saliva from him. And then, suddenly, he could 
feel Jill's body changing - getting bigger and harder. He could feel her 
muscles growing. He could feel her becoming more and more powerful. He 
opened his eyes wide in surprise. Her eyes were already open, and, as he 
looked at her, she closed one of them in an audacious wink. He realised what 
was happening. Jill's body, which had once adjusted to his blood, was 
reacting to the nutrients he was pouring into her through his saliva, very 
much as he had reacted to Jessica many years ago. When she thought that she 
was strong enough she released Clark, and hurled herself at Ursa. Taking 
full advantage of the element of surprise, she knocked Ursa out. Then, she 
and Clark subdued Zod easily. She and Clark high-fived each other as they 
projected the two villains back to the Phantom Zone. That night they came to 
each other as comrades in arms, as well as lovers, in a celebration more 
intense than ever before.

                        				(12)
	Three years passed. Three years of bliss for Clark and Jill.
	Then Jill felt ill. Investigation showed that she had fatal, inoperable 
cancer, probably caused by her exposure to Clark's blood when she had taken 
his powers. She faded fast, and soon she lay on what she and Clark knew was 
her death bed. The took his hand, noting with joy that her touch still had 
the power to thrill him to the core. She looked at him with stern resolution 
in her eyes. "Clark my dear" she said, struggling for every breath. "Do not, 
repeat not, let MY death be the end of YOUR life. You are no longer a Super 
Boy. You have grown into a Super Man. It is time to begin your true mission 
on Earth. But you can't do it from Smallville. Go to Metropolis. Find out 
where the world is skewed. Do it by taking a job which will keep you in 
touch with everything that is happening in the world - perhaps a reporter on 
a newspaper like the Daily Planet. Retain the secret of your identity, to 
protect your friends, and to open up avenues of information which might 
otherwise be closed to you. Make quite sure that your ordinary identity is 
as different from your true identity as possible. Be very self effacing - a 
mild mannered reporter, and thus will you be able to help the world as a 
Super Man. And, most important, do not reject love. I must not be the only 
woman in your thoughts. Open yourself to love from a woman who seems to you 
to be right - a feisty young girl reporter would be just right for you. And 
have no regrets for me. Thanks to you I have lived in a love which has 
healed my spirit. I have learned to carry the burden of my guilt in the 
giving and taking of our love. Please tell all of this to Mother Superior. 
And live your life. First for both of us, and then for you." She fell back 
on to her pillow, and faded away.
	Clark sat slumped at the head of the bed for days, inconsolable. Then he 
was conscious of a presence in the room, and of a voice whispering to his 
spirit. "From the ends of the Universe I feel your pain and come to you. I 
always with you... never desert you. But this time I come not to comfort, 
but to inspire. The blood girl spoke true. I told you she smarter than you. 
Follow her voice. Your time of mourning is done. Your mission now begins. 
You no longer a super boy. Stand. Go out into the world as Superman." There 
was a sigh, and Gudrun's presence faded.

                          				(13)
	One hundred years passed. Superman stood on top of Mount Everest in deep 
thought. Surely his mission on Earth was over. Luthor had died in prison, 
his entire criminal empire exposed and disbanded. All of Superman's family 
and friends, that he had lived with since Jill's death so many, many years 
ago now, had died as well. Jonathan Kent and Martha Clark Kent lay side by 
side in the Smallville cemetery. Kara, whose arrival on Earth had given him 
such pleasure, had died young. Lois had died, in early middle age, many 
years ago. Jimmy, Bruce... gone. Perry White had died in his 90's, croaking 
a hoarse, cheerful "You can't fool an old newsman Kent. I've known from the 
start. Good thing for you we old newsmen also learned what not to report." 
Jimmy and Lucy's children, to whom he and Lois had stood as godparents were 
happily married and scattered all over the globe. For years he had had 
difficulty making Clark Kent look as if he was as old as he was supposed to 
be. He could not keep it up for much longer. And he could not imagine that 
his mission now required him to start again with another identity. No... it 
was over.
	As he made this resolution he heard a sound he had not heard for over a 
hundred years. A loud whooshing noise filled his ears. A joyful aura 
surrounded him, and Gudrun, beautiful Gudrun stood before him once again. 
She smiled down at him, the smile of tender companionship he had never quite 
forgotten. "Is over now Clark." she said quietly. "Your debt to father now 
paid. Much good done. Much bad stopped. Time now to leave Earth for ever, 
and to come with me." She took his hand, and leapt into the sky again, 
bearing Clark with her.
	As Earth faded behind them a dark, cold feeling of absolute despair welled 
up in the depths of Clark's soul. His eyes brimmed with tears. And he broke 
down. He sobbed - loud, rasping sobs that wracked his whole frame. He cried 
for the loss of all his dear ones. He cried for the pain of the whole planet 
which he had protected with so much care and anxiety for so many years, and 
which he was now leaving. Most of all, he cried for all the bitter, lonely 
years of his pilgrimage; orphaned, in a strange world, among people not of 
his kind no matter how much he might resemble them, among people to almost 
all of whom he was always an alien. He cried for his lonely childhood, 
isolated from other children because of what he might inadvertently do to 
them, and for his lost youth, and for his life of unremitting 
responsibility, never free to be himself spontaneously, always concealing, 
always holding back - even when holding Lois. He cried for his parents, and 
for the long lost world of Krypton. He cried his overwhelming grief into the 
huge void of the heavens from the depths of his solitary soul.
	Gudrun remained quiet. Then she enfolded him in her huge arms, held him 
firmly to her muscular torso, and cradled his head in her ample bosom as he 
shook and sobbed. Slowly his convulsive shaking subsided and his crying 
ceased. He rested in her arms, and his head lay still. He dropped into a 
deep, healing sleep. Gudrun flew on in silence. What seemed to him like 
hours later, Clark's eyes fluttered open. He lay quite still.
	"Are you awake my dearest?" asked Gudrun gently.
	"Yes my love, but I do not wish ever to move from your arms."
	"Lie in them and rest for as long as you wish my dear" said Gudrun. "And 
while you heal let me tell you of what you do not know."
	"I am listening my love."
	"This is the end of your loneliness. I will always be with you. And we will 
not be alone on our planet."
	"Who will be with us beautiful Gudrun?"
	"Our daughter Clark."
	"Our daughter!!"
	"She was born a few seconds after you left for Earth. My Mallian body does 
not need nine months as Earth women do."
	"But have I missed more than one hundred years of her life?"
	Gudrun lifted him to her mouth and kissed him gently. "I always say the 
blood girl is smarter than you" she chided with a smile. "Time on our planet 
at the edge of the universe is very different from time on Earth. She is 
less than an hour old. Only a little more than that time has passed since I 
send you away to Earth. Hardly have I had time to tidy the bedroom of our 
house. And now you return to both of us, with your whole life ahead of you. 
You and I will be together... I will not send you away again. And she... she 
is a beautiful girl. And you will be with her always... you will be her real 
father, not foster father like you had... and you will love her... and she 
will love you, through her childhood, through her youth, and well into 
middle age, for many, many many years to come."
	"And does she have a name Gudrun?"
	"What do you wish to call her my dear?"
	"I respect the depths of your understanding my darling Gudrun. What name do 
you suggest?"
	"With your permission I thought to name her... Jillian Millicent Kent."
	Tear come to Clark's eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. 
Peace and contentment flooded his being. No more witholding, concealment or 
restraint. He was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of love for Gudrun, for her 
goodness, her wisdom, her generosity. He nodded his head speechlessly, and 
reached upwards, from where he was enfolded in Gudrun's breathtaking 
muscles, over Gudrun's jawdroppingly spectacular chest, to Gudrun's 
heartstoppingly beautiful mouth. Their lips and tongues met in soft loving 
sweetness which slowly became more and more intense. They remained together, 
exploring one another, first gently and then with ever greater urgency, as 
Clark shifted himself more comfortably into the muscular mounds of Gudrun's 
mighty body, and as she flew steadily on. The exile from Sweden was taking 
the exile from Krypton home.