Slave girls, part 3




Te'Durghyen stared up into the cloudless blue-green sky. His tiny eyes and
prominent brow were perfectly suited for life on this semi-arid planet. As he
stared, his eyes moved quickly, as if he were tracking the flight of a tiny
insect. The black dots he was following, grew suddenly larger and larger, and
then practically disappeared again into the sky.

Then, one seemed to be coming down practically on top of him. The tiny speck
grew and grew, until it's shadow covered a 40 yard radius. The Turgentoi
soldier merely scowled as it approached. "Finally," he mumbled to himself,
"maybe I can get something to eat!"

"I heard that," came a voice out of the shadow.

"Well, it's about time!" Te'D hollered back, "You been playing with that thing
for the last two hours. And although the galley on that ship is not very
large, it's the only food around. And I'm starving."

A large woman with bright blond hair was silently descending with Taylor's
cruiser held above her head. "Sorry, but my new superpowers are just so
intoxicating."

"Well that's fine for ..." Te'D stopped abruptly. He quickly swept the skies
again with his trained eyes. Kar'La was holding the the cruiser. He counted
three other women practicing loops and dives. Where's ....

"Heads up,Te'D!" Suddenly the big man was whisked away in the strong hands of
a fifth woman. She had been practicing low flying maneuvers, trying to sneak
up on her prey and had completely caught him off guard. In mere seconds, he
was lifted hundreds of feet off the ground. Te'D braced himself for what he
knew in the back of his mind was coming.

Suddenly, Te'D felt himself launched like a missile toward the stratosphere.
He ws strangely calm about all this, maybe because Ca'Mel had done this to him
several times over the last day or two. After traveling upward for a mile, his
velocity slowed down. Just as he was about to begin his descent to the surface
and certain death, he was cradled in the muscular arms of Carmella Espinoza
and nestled against her huge breasts.

"I would never let anything happen to you, Te'D," Carmella smiled at her
passenger.

"You are very thoughtful, Ca'Mel," Te'D practically rolled his eyes, "and I'm
glad that you were thoughtful enough to launch me into space before I had a
chance to eat lunch. Could we go back now?"

"Sure thing, sweetie>" Carmella swooped and dove back to the cruiser, giving
Te'D the equivalent of a super roller coaster ride.

Through it all, Te'D was stoically calm. He had come to expect the unexpected,
now that he had helped to create a band of superwomen. All in all, they
weren't a bad lot. Young, excited about having new found freedom after years
of slavery, excited about their new powers. Marveling at the latest changes to
their bodies. Constantly amazed at what they could do.

Carmella set Te'D down gently where she had scooped him up moments ago. Karla
Nielsen, the tall, thickly muscled blond who had been flying around with the
cruiser in her hands and alternately balancing it on her toes while she flew
upside down was in the process of placing the ship back where it had been left
abandoned years ago. As the ship settled back to the ground, it sagged a
little where one of the landing gear struts had been ripped out.

Te'D sighed as he passed by the two women and headed into the galley to find
some food. Karla and Carmella ignored their sullen friend as they excitedly
compared notes about their flying abilities. The two women could not have
looked more different. Karla was tall, not as tall as Te'D, but alt least
6'10". The muscles across her shoulders and arms were staggeringly huge and
defined. She wore a skin tight outfit that exaggerated her already exaggerated
physique. Her hair, knit in a kind of Swedish braid, was a brilliant blond
that caught the sunlight and nearly glowed. She looked for all the world like
a very feminine version of a certain God of Thunder.

Carmella, on the other hand, was only 5' 6" tall, and had the build of a
middleweight bodybuilder, not exactly in the same league size-wise as the
other women. But her beauty was breath taking. Waves of raven colored hair
cascaded past her softball size shoulders and framed her amazing light brown
face. She was the daughter of an Irish mom and a Mexican dad, and had
inherited the best genetics of both nationalities. Carmella had discovered
that although her muscles looked quite a bit smaller than the other women,
when she flexed them really hard, they could double, even triple in size.

In one way, both women were extremely similar. Their tits were enormous. Both
had responded to the treatment received on the way to Nurtz by growing beach
ball sized breasts overflowing with mother's milk. The subsequent
transformation into Krystarr females had diminished their assets only a
little. They both looked like they had more than enough breast flesh for any
six average Terran women .

Karla was Swedish. She had been an exchange student at Red Rock High. She had
stood 5' 8" back then, a decent athlete with a quick smile and a pretty
Scandinavian face. She had picked up English quickly and was even better than
Taylor at learning new languages. There was nearly an international incident
when she "mysteriously" disappeared. But like all the rest, with time and
enough government money, her family had moved on. For some reason, maybe her
favorable genetics, the Med-Tronique 5000 worked especially hard on her
physique. And when all was said and done she was by far the largest and
strongest of all of the new superwomen.

After chatting for several minutes and comparing notes on their flying
techniques, Karla and Carmella gently flexed their pecs and began to rise off
the ground. With a little harder flex, the two girls sped off to catch up with
the others. It had been Marissa who had discovered the secret to flying. After
the robo-doc had finished with her, she had done a super speed search through
the on ship computer and any other one that was networked to it to find out
anything at all about the Krystarr. While analyzing the functions of various
organs found only in Krystarr women, she had hit upon the notion that two
small organs buried within the breast tissue might have been developed to
allow for anti-gravitational maneuvers.

Marissa tried different ways to activate the organ's abilities, but couldn't
figure it out. Only when she walked onto the bridge and began using her
muscles to crush the metal bar did it occur to her that flexing her muscles,
and specifically her pectoral muscles, would stimulate the organ and activate
her flying.

It didn't take the two women long to figure out how to control their flying
abilities. And they soon discovered that there were limitations as well. Since
the organs acted against gravity, they could only fly while in a gravitational
field. No interstellar trips back to Earth were possible. They could also only
lift a limited amount of weight along with their own bodies. It seemed to be
dependent on the size of their organs and their own strength. Although Taylor
was clearly the stronger of the two women, Marissa had larger organs, but
neither could actually fly with something as large and heavy as the cruiser,
however Karla could. Karla was not only quite a bit stronger than Taylor, she
also possessed rather large organs in her chest. This enabled the young Swede
to fly with incredible amounts of weight.

Satisfied with their new found ability to fly, Taylor and Marissa set about
looking up any of the girls that had been taken with them from the raid on Red
Rocks High. They were able to locate only three others from the original eight
that were taken that day, Carmella, Karla, and Stacie Smith.

Stacie Smith had always been sort of an odd girl. She never wore up to date
clothes, she was tall, skinny, and awkward. On top of that, she was a below
average student and she always tried her best to just be invisible at school.
When the Turgentoi captured them, she was so confused she just sort of shut
down and went along willingly. But the alien hormones that were given to her
did more than increase her boob size. Her intelligence somehow was sparked as
well. By the time that Taylor flew into her tiny apartment and offered her a
chance to escape, she had not only mastered several alien languages, she had
also learned the Obernorcans complex computer code and was able to program the
most sophisticated computers on the planet no small feat - the Obernorcans had
amassed their great wealth by creating the universe's most popular computer
programs and then keeping the code a secret so no one else could work on it .

When Stacie went through the superwoman process back on Taylor's ship, her
brain was the first thing to be affected. The Med-Tronique 5000 sensed her
innate mental abilities and, while constructing an average Krystarr female
physique, it endowed her a far above average intelligence. In fact, Stacie
Smith was now one of the most intelligent bipeds in the universe of course the
puny brain of a humanoid could never compare with the exquisite mental
capabilities of a race such as the Videons from the Aetari System, who have
given up nearly all physical communication in the pursuit of pure
intelligence, or the race known as Dolphins from Earth . Still physically a
little behind her fellow Terrans, she was far beyond them mentally.

Back in the cruiser, Te'Durghyen was just getting ready to tuck into a nice
hot lunch when the five superwomen came strolling into the small dining room
chatting excitedly and pulled up chairs around the table. It was a table
designed for four Obernorcans, so it easily could accommodate six big
Turgentoi. However, with the massive muscles and breasts that these women now
possessed, Te'D felt a little squeezed for space, especially since Karla had
sat next to him.

"I've been working on something of a plan," Taylor announced to the assembled
group. "It's time to strike back against the Obernorcan's slave trade."

"Even though we're super powered now," Karla spoke up, "it's still gonna be
five against a whole planet. What can we do?"

"Not five," Taylor replied, smiling at Te'D, "there are six of us here."

Te'D stared straight ahead past his lunch. He wasn't liking the sound of this
plan.