Omega Pink, Part 1
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Gambit, Rogue, the X-Men, Colossus, and Omega Red are property of Marvel. All
other characters are my own creation.

Gambit lounged in the control room, absentmindedly flicking cards into a hat
for the umpteenth-million time. In front of him were communications consoles
and televisions tuned to news channels, to provide notice of any incident
requiring the X-Men. He hated monitor duty, as it cut into his woman chasing
free time, but all the team members rotated through.

He decided to cue up the video of Rogue working out from that morning to pass
the time. Rogue always got up early so she could have the augmented gym to
herself. This allowed her to wear a tiny pair of shorts and sportsbra without
her worrying about accidentally draining a teammate. He fast forwarded the
security tape to her knocking out several insane military presses, which
caused her chest to jut out quite nicely. As she moved into squats her large
breasts jiggled with each rep, causing Gambit to unconsciously start rubbing
himself. When she moved to the cardio portion and began using a jump rope, he
was so lost in the up and down motion he lost control of his powers and
started slowly charging the cloth of his pants with energy.

Thus when the desperate face of Colossus appeared on one of the screens,
Gambit found himself using rather foul language as be beat out a small fire on
his crotch. The metal man looked as if he'd been beaten half to death as his
breath came in ragged gasps. "Help us!! Please!!" he cried in accented
English. Considering he'd seen Colossus go toe to toe with Juggernaut and some
other heavy hitters, Gambit was shocked at the state of his friend. "What
happened Piotr?" Colossus barely had time to shout before his armored body was
encased in metal tentalces and drug away: "OMEGA PINK!!!"

In the past

A grim faced Soviet General sat at the head of a long wooden table rubbing his
forehead. In front of him nervous underlings and scientists fidgeted. They
were aware that communism was not all parades and snappy uniforms, they knew
that failure meant a Siberian gulag or worse. And their most recent effort at
a supersoldier was definately a failure.

"So," the general began, "you successfully created a soldier with
superstrength, nearly impervious skin, retractable tentacles, and the ability
to drain the life force from his opponents............BUT YOU USED A MURDERER
AND PSYCHOPATH!!!! Omega Red is uncontrollable and nearly useless to us! It
took nearly all of our other agents to force him into cryo and some of them
will never be the same".

"General, its the KGBs fault, they provided the test subject!" The scientist
was already feeling the frigid Siberian cold in his mind. "It's true sir"
cried a young captain, who only earned his rank because his father was a party
member, "our process worked flawlessly. If only we had a better host for the
augmentation, I'm sure we could create the perfect soldier for you."

The general furrowed his brow, thinking himself about what his own career
would suffer if the Politburo found out his very costly project failed. As he
thought, his finger absentmindedly tapped a copy of Pravada, the Soviets
premier newspaper. Down in the corner was a story about a gorgeous ballerina
who was recently injured and unable to perform.

"A more suitable subject, eh."

She lay in the hospital bed, a sheet covering her but doing little to hide the
body below. At 6' she was an impressive woman, possessing a wonderfully toned
body, fit and flexible from years of dancing.

Except her back.

During a recent trip to the GUMM store her car had been struck by another,
driven by a factory worker feeling the effects to too much vodka, one of the
few items in plentiful supply in the Soviet Union. Being built for economy and
not safety, her car offered little in the way of protection compared to a
similarly sized western auto.

The doctors told her she was lucky to survive, but may never walk again and
certainly would never dance. For someone who was the pride of the Soviet
cultural world this was unacceptable. She danced for the glory of the Rodina
and the Soviet people.

In return she had lived better than most, having comfort items rarely seen by
the proletariat whom the state claimed to serve. She had travelled the world
performing, attempting to show the cultural superiority of the Soviet Union.

But now she feared, she was a burden. Thus, when the General visited asking
her to serve the state once more, her heart sang with joy. She was scared
about the prospect of an experimental surgery and disappointed that her new
assignment wouldn't be dancing, but for the Motherland, she was willing.

The scientist didn't give a damn about communism, the Rodina, or the oppressed
proletariat. All he cared about was that as long as his department kept
producing scientific advances he was kept in relative comfort with a decent
flat in the city, an East German car that sucked less than a Russian one, and
a dacha in the hills.

With the failure of Omega Red, his last hope to maintain this lifestyle was
turning this ballerina before him into a superpowered Soldier.

Honestly, he'd rather fuck her. Even in the wheelchair she was sexy, with the
largest breasts he'd ever seen on a ballerina. He was suprised it took a car
accident to injure her back and not just carrying around those jugs. He knew
her beautiful bronze skin would be sacrificed during the transformation, but
hoped that her long blonde hair might survive.

He explained some of the changes she would undergo, with the general standing
behind her frowning whenever he mentioned any pain or sacrifice. He told her
that she would likely add several more inches in height and add muscle mass as
she attained super strength. Her skin would turn a whitish grey color and
would be nearly invulverable. The calcium in her bones would be replaced with
carbonadium and retractable tentacles would be added to her forearms. To
repair her back a unit containing 4 additional tentacles and artificial nerves
would be surgically attached. Her genes would be manipulated giving her the
mutant power to drain anothers life force. Her phermones would also become
extremely potent when she wished, causing her target to become sexually
excited and clouding their mind. Finally she would gain enhanced regenerative
and healing powers, which would also greatly extend her life. With this came
an immunity to all disease, chemical weapons, and radiation.

The general placed a hand on her shoulder, "Are you ready my dear?".

"Da."

The pain was unimaginable.

As she lay strapped to the table, she thought about squeezing that little
prick scientist's head until it popped. She could feel her body changing....
could feel the power.

From the control booth the effect was even more impressive. Her skin had
completely changed color and she had added atleast 4" in height. Her muscles
swelled with power. The Scientist was also pleased to see her hair was still
intact and her breasts had swelled some as well.

She soon became aware that she felt pain everywhere. "My legs" she whispered,
"I can feel my legs".

The general appeared above her and released the clamps holding her body down.
"How do you feel?" He said as she slowly sat up.

Her massive body rippled with power but was still undeniably female, looking
more like a supersized fitness model than a body builder. Her long, shapely
legs swung over the edge of the bed under their own power for the first time
in months, and cautiously touched the floor.

She looked down at her new body as her fingers explored it. Her skin caught
her attention, and she examined it. True to the scientist's word, it was a
light gray, and absolutely flawless. She thought it looked quite exotic and
requested a full length mirror. While it was being brought in she continued
her self exam. Her muscles felt extremely toned and hard as steel when she
flexed them, including a stomach which her fist merely bounced off of. Above
her trim middle she fondled her breasts, which had indeed become larger, yet
which seemed to defy gravity.

"Good thing I don't need a bra now, because I probably couldn't find one" she
thought.

She saw the port which allowed the tentacle on her arm to protrude but
couldn't make it come out. Deciding to ask later, she felt the small of her
back and could feel the prosthetic attached, blending with her curves, but
slightly noticeable. Finally she bent over and felt every inch of her legs,
then stood and brought one up to her head in a ballerina pose, proving to
herself she still had the flexibility, and causing the scientist to move to
the side so his raging hard on was hidden behind medical equipment.

"Ahem", he cleared his throat, "as you can see we have successfully altered
your body. After giving you some time to get used to your new physical being,
we will conduct some strength and endurance tests. You will also be trained to
control your new appendages and powers".

A lab tech walked in, being sure to keep her head down and avoiding eye
contact with the amazon, and handed her a large robe and towel.

The general spoke up, "If you will follow, she will show you to the showers
and to your personal quarters."

The hot water cascaded off her skin as she lathered her body. Her hands again
slid over the smooth gray skin, feeling the curves and muscles. She gave her
bicep an experimental pump and felt the power as her skin tightened and the
muscles swelled with size. She then struck a double bicep pose and her heart
skipped a beat with the feeling of pure strength coursing through her. Next
she tightened her abs and allowed her fingers to probe the creavices between
them. She arched her back and they gained even further definition.

She slowly pulsed and rolled her middle, imitating a belly dancer she'd seen,
and putting her to shame. Her soapy hands then began to knead her breasts,
feeling power even here. Her nipples stiffened as her fingers brushed over
them and she was suprised to see her breasts twitch. Experimenting further,
she found that with her enhanced muscles control she could actually squeeze
her massive orbs together with suprising force.

At this time she heard a slight noise and saw the lab tech quietly slip out
the door to the shower room. "Interesting" she whispered, as she began to
rinse off.

The next morning she was met by a cadre of scientists, technicians, and the
ever present general. She was dressed in a large spandex bodysuit which did
not even attempt to hide her figure, much to the enjoyment of the male staff.

They began the day with a strength test, pushing her arms and legs to their
limits.

She easily surpassed world human records and the scientists quickly realized
she was among the strongest mutants period, easily in the top 5%. She curled
multi-ton weights with ease and pressed the weight of a small building with
minmal effort. Her once useless legs felt almost nothing while doing squats
and laying on her back she was able to literally launch huge chunks of scrap
metal and obsolete tanks for several hundred yards.

Likewise, nothing they could find was able to resist the power in her thighs
or calves when she squeezed them together, causing metal to distort with
tortured shrieks. Similarly she was able to crush objects between her breasts
or by bending around them and using her abs to pulverize them.

After the final test she began a series of poses which caused several of the
staff to excuse themselves for undisclosed reasons, although there were soon
intersing sounds coming from several closed offices. Although she had not
reached her limits, her muscles were still tight from the workout and swollen
with blood.

With her gray skin and superhuman physique she looked like a statue, the
general thought, a monument to communist ideals. Maybe I can get her to pose
with just a hammer and sickle he imagined, loosing himself in the fantasy.

"Comrade General," her words brought him back to reality, "I have a question."

"What is it my dear?"

"I have become a new person. The old me has been replaced with a superior me,
and I have no life to go back to. I no longer wish to use my old name. What
should I be called?"

The general smiled, showing that soviet dental care still lacked much. "You my
beautiful comrade, shall be known, as Omega Pink."

During the next several days Pink went through more tests, running for hours
on end to test endurance, more upper strength tests, and flexibility sessions
which always drew a crowd. Through it all she noticed the female lab tech,
gazing from the background.

Finally one of the scientists asked her if she was ready to use her other
limbs.

"Da" she replied, excited and a bit apprehensive at the thought of controlling
over double the number of extremities she normally used.

"Don't worry, while you were unconscious programming was entered into your
mind, you will be able to control your tentacles in no time." advised a
scientist, fervently hoping it was true and that she wouldn't accidentally rip
him to pieces.

"We shall start with just your arm additions. I'll now give you a drug which
will cause the synthetic nerves to awaken". The man gave her a pill, since
injections were quite hard given the toughness of her skin.

She slowly became aware of a feeling in her arms. Staring at them and was
suprised when a metal tendril began to appear below her wrist. It moved with
jerks, but within minutes she was able to expand and retract them wih some
degree of smoothness and control. By days end she was able to move all 6
tentacles independently and even able to wrap them around and move large
objects, albeit with some damage to them.

"Don't worry, finer control will come with practice." The scientist gave her a
briefing on the additional abilities of her tentacles, how they could open
their tips to become a hollow tube, serve as a mental pathway for Pink should
they be attached to an enemies head, and serve as a conduit for her energy
drain, which would be one of her final powers activated.

By the end of the week, she was able to delicately handle fragile items and
even toss them between her tentalces with no damage.

"So my dear, it appears that your gracefullness has been transfered to your
mechanical parts as well" the beaming General stated. He had been watching her
practice with hollow glass balls and was wondering to himself how she was with
other balls.

"Yes sir, they feel as if they've always been there."

"Good, then you are ready to start the combat phase of your training."

The martial arts instructor couldn't actually hurt her, but it irritated her
that she wasn't even able to touch him. For the first phase of her combat
skills training, she had been directed to not use her tentacles, so that she
could learn the fundamentals. Unfortunately, her fundamentals currently
sucked. The tiny little asian on loan from their communist comrades was making
her look like a fool, bouncing around and striking her at will. He constantly
critiqued her, "Keep your hands up, keep moving, don't telegraph your
punches!"

She frowned as he slapped her tits, and gave her a grin.

Despite the one sided nature of the fight, she had greatly improved in the
last several weeks. Her form was good, her reflexes were well above normal,
and her flexibility allowed her to perform moves that would normally take
years to master, all a byproduct of her years dancing. In addition, she had
learned some pure power moves from the world of wrestling.

Finally the instructor stopped training for the day. "Tomorrow, we shall try
something different to accentuate your natural talents."

"Great", she thought,"a new way to get my ass handed to me".

She headed to the shower to wash herself and think about what she had
accomplished in the last several months. Her strength levels were off the
charts, stronger than any other recorded Soviet Supersoldier. She was now able
to use her tentacles for almost any task, delicate or destructive. The general
had also hinted that soon her other powers would be activated.

And she loved the feeling of pure power and strength.

She found herself admiring her body throughtout the day, flexing her muscles
and running her hands over her perfect skin, hefting her breasts and looking
in the mirror.

She also found herself very aroused, especially after using her strength. She
had seen some of the better looking guards who she wouldn't mind testing her
new body on, but they all had a hint of fear when they looked at her. She had
discovered new uses for her tentacles, but even this was wearing thin.

The next day she was suprised to walk into the training area to hear music.

"In order to take advantage of your dancing skills, you will be learning
Buza." stated her trainer. "Buza is a traditional Russian martial art adapted
from dance. Although it doesn't offer the power moves of that western
wrestling you've been watching, it should be a good match for your skills".

For the next several hours Pink learned to equate martial arts with dance, and
her potential blossomed.

Within days, she was able to land blows on her instructor with regularity,
holding back her strength of course, lest she set international communist
relations back by swashing him like a bug. Soon she was able to actually hold
her own with him.

Finally, her true potential was unleashed when she was allowed to use her
tentacles. A frigid East German frau whip expert was brought in to corroborate
with the tiny asian.

This training taught Pink to use her tentacles in slashing attacks in addition
to the crushing and squeezing techniques she'd already learned, although she
had trouble incorporating the moves.

Then one day she entered the gym to see a tiny soviet girl stretching at the
edge of the mat.

"This little gymnast is Natalia," explained the general, "she is set to win us
much glory at the olympics. Her specialty is the floor exercise, with
ribbons."

As he spoke the words, music began and the the little girl started her
routine. She flipped, twisted, vaulted, and rolled across the mat in ways that
challenged even Pinks grace. Through it all she kept up a constant motion of
the ribbons, swirling them and whipping them every which way.

The small asian crept up beside pink, and after staring at her rack for a
moment, looked up at her and spoke.

"You see again, how dance can be a means to a physical attack. Those ribbons
weigh ounces, with your strength level your tentacles should feel like even
less. However, whereas the ribbons have very little mass and therefor inertia,
your carbonadium tendrils will have great force. The secret is in the constant
motion. The Scottish claymore is a formidable weapon because the swordsman
keeps it in constant motion to give it kinetic energy. LiSewise in a battle
where you have some distance, you should keep your coils in constant motion to
present opportunities and so that when presented with a target they will have
the energy needed to land a sufficiently powerful blow."

As she watched the girl continue her routine, Pink saw the potential in the
fluid loops of cloth as well as the constant motion of her body. She knew that
she couldn't match the flexibility of youth, but that her strength would allow
her to use acrobatic moves the smaller girl couldn't even dream about.

She spent the next weeks working with the girls coach, gradually adding
gymnastic moves to her lethal repotoire.

To add further to her tentacle resume, she was shown western footage of a
villian name Dr. Octopus, who similarly used tentacles. Although there was
obviously no coach available, she was able to add a smattering of his moves to
her own, particularly using her tentacles to walk and scalling walls with
them.

It was after one of these training event that she retired to the showers and
peeled off her uniform.

If anything, her body was becoming even sexier. Her body seemed to have
adjusted to all the changes and she was as graceful as she was before her
accident.

And the power.

It still turned her on. She flexed her abs and arms, feeling the strength run
through her body.

As she did so, she heard a faint, soft moan behind her.

One of her tendrils struck quick as lightning, snaking behind a set of lockers
and wrapping around a body, pulling it out into the open. Struggling against
the unbreakable bond was the med tech who had helped in the transformation and
was an everyday sight to Omega Pink.

"And just what might you be doing?" smiled Pinkas she watched her voyeur
continue to gyrate and pry at the coil. Finally, realizing that she wasn't
actually being harmed, the woman's struggles slowed then ceased.

"Forgive me, I meant no harm. I....I just...."

"Just what my dear?" Pink looked at the woman. Dressed in her medical uniform,
it was obvious she was in decent shape, but soviet uniforms weren't known to
be flattering.

"I just wanted to see you. Ever since the operation I've watched you grow,
change, and become so powerful. I've never felt anything like it when I watch
you train, or just test your strength."

The carbonadium tendril slowly lowered the woman until her feet touched the
floor, then slowly retracted into Pinks form along with the others.

The woman initially bowed down but slowly her head rose, and her wide eyes
scanned Pink, from her long toned calves and legs, showing muscle but still
clearly femminine, up through her perfect 6 pack, growing wider still to gaze
at her breasts, and finally coming to rest on Pinks luscious face, her red
lips nicely accenting her grey skin.

"You are the most amazing thing I've ever seen" whispered the tech.

Pink slowly moved towards the woman, noticing that the woman looked at her
with no fear in her eyes, only attraction and adoration.

"What is your name?" asked Pink, in her most sultry voice.

"Natasha. I....I helped in your operation then volunteered to stay just to be
near you. I've never had feelings like this for a woman, but I'm more
attracted to you than any of the men I've been with."

Pink noticed she herself was becoming aroused, her nipples becoming a bit
pointier, and her heart rate quickening. She crossed her arms, making sure she
pushed her breasts up and out.

"Well since you're seeing me in all my glory, how about you return the favor!"

With that her tentacles shot out and shredded Natasha's clothes, leaving her
shocked and naked, yet unhurt. She was also a turned on as hell by the inhuman
display.

Pink licked her lips. The woman before her was roughly 5'8", with a fit body,
and beautifully tan skin, obviously something that took some effort in the
cold Russian winters. Her hair was a deep brown and came down to the small of
her back.

Her blue eyes stared up at Pink. "I know I'm nothing compared to you....."

Pink silenced her by pressing her close and smothering her statement with a
deep passionate kiss. Her ruby red lips dominated Natasha's and left the other
woman gasping for air when she finally broke contact.

"There is nothing wrong with your body by my eyes" whispered Pink into her
ear, "would you like to explore mine?" she said with a twinkle in her grey
eyes. Without waiting for a reply, she scooped up the smaller woman and
carried her into the showers.

She retracted all of her tentacles to make room in the stall, and turned on
the water, bathing their nude bodies in the warm flow and filling the room
with steam.

"I love my new body, but it's so large and powerful, it takes much effort to
scrub clean. Help me?" as she spoke these words she was subtly flexing and
twisting, giving Natasha a wonderful view.

Natasha eagerly took the soap in her hand, and began rubbing it all over the
grey amazon in front of her.

Their bodies shined in the water as Natasha's soft hands worked across the
taut skin of her idol. She explored every nook and cranny, first moving up one
leg and down the other, taking time to massage the powerful calves. Then she
began caressing Pinks broad back, cleaning around the small ports which
allowed the tentacles to retract. Moving up to the shoulders, she rubbed them,
amazed at the firmess of Pinks underlying muscles but the softness of her
skin, skin she knew to be nighe impenetrable. Moving down the arms, her
fingers danced across Pinks biceps and triceps, which Pink slowly flexed for
her, watching the womans eyes melt as they expanded and contracted under her
hands.

Natasha then began lathering Pinks immense chest, marveling at the size and
firmness of the breasts in front of her. Pink playfully squeezed her tits
together, trapping one of Natasha's hand between them.

"Isn't muscle control wonderful" she smiled.

The tech spent several minutes on the breasts, fondling, lathering, and
tweaking the nipples hovering level with her face. She was amazed that they
didn't sag at all, just jutted out like grey bowling balls, but still soft,
with just the right amount of jiggle.

Moving down further, Natsha rubbed and scrubbed Pink's abs. Her fingers traced
every muscle in the 6 pack, stopping only when Pink started her belly dancer
imitation.

When the gyrations had finally ceased, Natasha reached the last area to be
cleaned. Her hands slowly soaped between Pinks legs, finding the area
completely hairless. "When dancing while wearing a tight leotard, to much hair
can show." Pink explained.

Fingers finally reached an area to long neglected. Hands expertly trained to
assist in delicate surgery began their magic....

One of the most powerful beings on the planet soon found herself nearly
brought to her knees as Natasha stroked her, playing her clit like an
instrument.

"I was worried you'd be impervious to this as well" whispered the brunette, as
Pinks eyes closed and a moan escaped her ruby red lips. The smaller woman kept
up her ministrations, but said nothing further as her lips were soon wrapped
around an obviously excited nipple. She sucked and pulled, then began kissing
and kneading the breast with her free hand.

Coils shot out to the shower walls to stabilize her, as Pink arched her back
as a massive orgasm began.

Natasha quickened her pace as the powerful body beneath her hands began to
jerk and shake.

Pink's breathing came in gasps and her face carried a look of pure bliss.
Slowly the coils allowed her to slide down, her massive body resting on her
knees and her face nearly even with Natasha's. Her eyes fluttered, then
opened.

"That was amazing..."

She leaned forward, placing her hand behind her lovers heard, and kissed her
deeply. Breaking contact, she stood as the warm water continued to play over
their bodies.

"Now my dear, is your reward. This is the first time in months I've been with
somebody else, but I have amused myself a bit."

One of her back tentacles slowly extended, following the curve of her
delectable ass, and passing between her legs. It continued up pressed against
her clit and extended a full foot farther.

Natasha watched as the water dripped and ran down it's glistening length and
Pink ran her hand up and down, rubbing the tip.

"It's artificial nerves allow me to feel it like it was part of me. It's an
odd sensation feeling both ways when penetrating myself, but I'm eager to feel
it with another."

Her shower mate reached out to touch the bright silver, feeling the slight
ridges where segments joined, the rounded tip, and the warmth the metal had
absorbed from the water.

Pink reveled in the touch, "So this is why guys will go nuts for a hand job"
she thought.

Slowly, she reached out, and with zero effort, lifted Natasha. She carefully
inserted tip into the willing sexpot in front of her, both letting out small
sighs of pleasure. Pink began pumping her hips, building to a powerful rhythm.
Her hand rested on Natasha's hips, rocking her back and forth as the metallic
invader reached deeper and deeper.

"Yes, yes, yes" cried the brunette riding her massive metal cock.

More tentacles appeared, replacing Pinks hand in holding Natasha steady,
freeing her grey fingers to begin playing with the girls tits. While nowhere
near as impressive as Pinks, they were still above average. She flicked the
nipples and kneaded the tan mounds, then began tracing the areola with her
tounge.

She withdrew her carbonadium torpedo and turned Natasha around, re-entering
her tight pussy from behind. Natasha could feel the ridges bump her clit as
Pink pumped in and out. Pink wrapped her strong arms around Natasha as she
slowed to a steady grind.

"Do you like the feeling of my muscles surrounding you? Feeling the strength
and power, knowing you are unable to resist?"

Pink began flexing her muscles, lightly squeezing the smaller girl as she
continued the rhythm. Natasha could feel the arms around her expanding and
contracting, could feel Pinks abs dancing on her backside.

She rocked her head back, resting it between the huge grey tits.

"Perhaps you'd like a neck rub as well" whispered Pink, a twinkle in her eye.
She began pumping her breasts, using them to squeeze and rub the wet girl in
her grasp.

The supersoldier noticed Natasha's heart rate increasing even further and knew
she was close. Her slow, powerful grind increased in pace until she was
furiously pumping in and out of her willing target.

Natasha arched her back and began bucking as her arms reached up and wrapped
around Pinks neck.

"Ohohohohohoh" she cried as her nerves and hormones unleashed the most
powerful and prolonged orgasm she had ever known. When she finally stopped
moving, Pink lovingly lifted her unconscious body off of her tentacle. She
laid her on the small bench in the shower and stroked her pretty face.

"Well, I guess we really do need a shower now" she giggled as she prepared to
clean the girl and herself.

In the control room the General pocketed the security tape and smiled to
himself.

Pink sailed through the days ahead, knowing Natasha awaited her each night.
They continued to have a very physical relationship, apparent to all within
earshot of Pink's room, but also connected on deeper levels. The physical part
did receive a distinct boost when Natasha managed to acquire some Japanese
manga videos featuring tentacle monsters, resulting in some sexcapades not
found even within the kama sutra.

The scientists had also "awakened" two of pinks other abilities.

She now had near complete control of her phermones, and was able to drive her
targets nearly mad with desire when she wanted. She was politely asked by the
general to keep this in check however, since the facility laundry was having
to work extra shifts to clean all the undergarmets and pants of the male staff
regularly.

Additionally, should she open the tip and attach one of her tentacles to
anothers head, she could create a mental pathway. Initially she practiced on
sedated staff, learning to open the path, and enter their minds. Once "inside"
she could access memories, and initiate motor functions such as moving arms
and legs. Eventually she was able to manipulate complex moves, such as walking
and even talking, while having her tentalce stuck to the back of their head.

She them progressed to conscious subjects, and was suprised to find she could
interact with their conscious mind, having conversations. However, unless the
subject was willing, she had to fight to view memories or force any motions.
She spent several weeks learning from other soviet telepaths how to win these
battles and take control of a mind. She was also pleased to learn that the
rewiring the process had done to her brain had made her impervious to
telepathic attacks. She used the techniques in her off time occasionally to
have incredible sex on the telepathic plane with Natasha, a unique experience.

Finally the day came for Pink's last power to be activated.

After taking the pill, she felt an unfamilliar tingle. Not unpleasant, just
different.

When she mentioned it to the scientist he smiled. "You are now able to absorb
energy, in many forms. You can absorb light and heat inefficiently, which is
what you are feeling now. You can also absorb electricity and most harmful
radiation much better. Most importantly you can absorb the very life force
from all living things. You must be in physical contact, but your tendrils
will act as an extentsion of you for this purpose. Most clothing is also
sufficiently thin to allow energy transference."

Natasha wheeled in a small potted tree and gave Pink a wink before leaving.

"Life force is little understood, but several other mutants are able to absorb
it as well. Science has no measurable way to quantify it, but Omega Red
claimed her could sense it. If you focus on somebody in this room or on this
plant, you may be able to feel it."

Omega Pink tried focusing and after several minutes could slightly "feel" the
other living things in the room.

"Until you learn to control it properly, you will practice with plants and
animals. See if you can draw and power from this plant."

Pink strode over to the tree and wrapped a hand firmly around it's trunk. Her
muscles swelled and tendons began popping up under her grey skin as she began
to squeeze.

"Ah ah ah, my dear, you are not trying to destroy the tree, you are trying to
draw it's power into you." the scientists chided.

Pink frowned and furrowed her brow, "And how do I do this?"

"Unfortunately only Omega Red could tell you, and he is quite unavailable for
comment."

Pink sat for hours, concentrating, flexing various muscles, yelling at the
plant, and occasionally pulling off a leaf or two. Finally when she actually
visualized the energy flowing into her, a light glow enveloped the plant and
her hand and the tingle grew stronger for a few seconds. "I, I think I did
it."

The scientist walked over to a meter attached to the plant, "Well, it does
seem to have stopped all cellular activity."

"You mean I killed it?"

"Well, a small plant such as this doesn't have much power, and with your
ability you could, and did, drain it in seconds."

"But it looks fine" Pink said as she examined the seemingly thriving tree.

"Well all though it is dead, it has but happened seconds ago. It will now
start decomposing like a normal dead tree. You were expecting something else?"

"I didn't know what to expect. I thought it might be like those western movies
were a person is sucked away to a skeleton and dust."

"No my dear" chuckled the scientist, "although with animals it will be much
more obvious."

She spent the next several days draining progressively larger plants, finally
reaching large trees outside the facility. With these large specimens it took
several minutes, but Pink could feel the additional strength from the energy.
She could also better control the drain. Initially it seemed like an on/off
switch, but she could now control the intensity of the energy transfer. She
was then allowed to progress to animals.

A small dog was delivered, much to Pinks horror. "I will not kill such a sweet
dog!" she bellowed.

"It is not necessary for you to kill this creature, mearly drain some of it's
energy. It will recover." said the general, secretly jealous of the dog which
was now nestled in her crossed arms, snuggled up to her bosum. Pink petted and
stroked the dogs fur, and after a moment the familiar glow flowed into her.
She was careful to keep the exchange to a trickle, and the dog slowly stopped
moving and lost consciousness.

"Hmm" as scientist noted, "the transfer didn't appear to cause any pain, it
just reached a point where it could no longer sustain consciousness." Pink
continued petting the immobile body, and after several minutes, the dog
groggily opened it's eyes and licked her fingers. A very relieved Pink set the
dog down and it promptly found a comfortable spot and went back to sleep.

"There appear to have been no ill effects" commented the general "but we'll
know more when we progress to human trials."

"Tomorrow is the big day." Pink was lying on her back in her bedroom. Natasha
was currently suspended 5 feet above her, wrapped in carbonadium coils, one of
which was furiously pumping into her. "You....you....you...have prepared for
this, OH YES, there will be no problems" came the ragged statement from
Natasha.

Pink lowered her to the floor, releasing her coils and forming one into her
carbonadium cock. "I hope so, I'm worried about the harm I could do to one of
our comrades." Natasha sunk to her knees and began deeply sucking the metal
phallus. She worked her jaw expertly, while her tongue teased the tip. Pink
groaned in pleasure, silently thanking the techie who had perfected the
artificial nerves. The brunette pulled the cock out of her mouth with an
audible POP and began rubbing it between her breasts.

"In all of the animal tests you've never once caused permanent harm. The man
you test this on is merely another animal, and by being able to describe what
he feels we will gain valuable information. Besides, he volunteered." She
noticed Pink had steadied herself by grabbing a table edge, which she was now
bending, and lightly blew on the tip of the "cock" on it's next thrust up her
cleavage canyon, causing the table to deform even more to her delight.

Pink pumped her powerful hips, driving her metal implement, causing Natashas
tits to bounce wildly. She came hard, feeling the power seemingly fuel the
orgasm, as she noticed Natasha smiling up at her. She lifted her lover up, as
the smaller woman ran her hands over her toned body. Natasha never tired of
feeling Pinks muscles, and she rubbed the strong legs and 6 pack on the way
up. Once standing she felt the grey biceps as pink flexed them for her. The
incredibly powerful arms wrapped around her, pressing their breasts together
as Pink entered her. Once the shaft was in sufficeintly, Pink shocked her
lover by actually moving it around inside her, and vibrating it. The girl in
her arms began bucking wildly, even pounding Pinks chest in pleasure, as she
was racked by orgasm after orgasm. Pink withdrew and laid Natasha on the bed
gently.

"Besides," said the exhausted girl, "I find the idea of you draining somebody
incredibly sexy."

The Russian soldier on the bed had the physique of a world class body builder.
Pink recognized him as one of the guards she occasionally saw around the
facility. "Thank you for volunteering comrade" Pink smiled warmly.

"It is my duty and my pleasure Comrade Pink." he replied, although she still
saw a hint of fear in his eyes. She reached over and patted his hand and felt
him jump slightly at her touch.

She also noticed the prominent tent he sported and smiled to her self. "I may
have to see about including him in Natasha and I's games" she thought.

The scientists soon finished attaching electrodes to his body and signalled
Pink that she was cleared to proceed. "Please advise me of any discomfort and
we shall abort the test Sergeant" pink advised.

The soldier on the bed put on a stalwart face and nodded slightly. Pink took
up station at his head and laid her hands on his shoulders. Almost immediately
the glow envelloped his body and began to flow up her arms. A look of suprise
flashed across his face, but he said nothing so Pink continued. She could feel
his strength entering her, although at her current power level it was a drop
in the bucket. More importantly, she could sense his weakness.

"I can feel my strength leaving me, and it feels cold" he finally said.

"Do you wish me to stop?"

"No, continue the test." She slightly increased the rate of transfer and felt
him losing muscle tone. Finally his eyes dropped shut and he went limp. Pink
stopped the flow and the glow disappeared. "Is he alright?" she asked looking
at one of the doctors.

"Da, it appears he is fine, merely exhausted to the point his mind shut down.
All of his vital signs are stable."

Natasha slid next to Pink, "And how do you feel?" she asked, completely
aroused by this new form of domination she'd witnessed.

Pink examined herself and flexed her arms, felt her abs, "I could feel his
strength much more readily than I could with the plants and animals."

"Yes, we expected as much", stated a scientist, "since you don't have to
convert his energy to humanoid pattern life engergy, we thought the process
would be more efficient."

The scientists analyzed all their data as Pink waited pensively by the bedside
and Natasha replayed the episode in her mind. As she'd watched the guard grow
steadily weaker she'd felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She often
enjoyed Pink sparring and physically dominating somebody, but seeing her
completely drain somebody with a mere touch of her hand had driven Natasha
absolutely mad with lust. Her hand stroked Pinks flawless grey skin and she
made a mental note to try to get the video of the test.

Pink meanwhile was brushing the face of the guard, fervently hoping he would
wake up soon. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a blanket, recalling
the guard said that the drain felt cold. She carefully covered the guard and
then looked over at the scientists, "Anything from the data?".

"It appears that your absorbtion was more efficient than expected, although he
still appears to have suffered no permanent ill effects."

Finally, nearly 30 minutes later, the guards eyes fluttered open and fell on
the very relieved face of Omega Pink. She smiled, then leaned in close and
kissed him on the forehead, "Thank you comrade, please come see me tonight, so
I can be sure you're truly ok."

The guard was immensely thankful for the blanket, as he had blown his load
within seconds of her red lips making contact.

Pink and Natasha were just finishing their food when they heard a knock at the
door. Natasha gave Pink a quizzical look as the grey woman strode over to the
door.

"I merely invited over somebody to share in our fun." Pink smiled as she
turned the knob. Before her stood the test subject from earlier. The guard
tried to say something, but was having trouble due to the fact that both women
were wearing white robes which did little to hid their forms and left a
significant amount of cleavage visible. Natasha by this point had sidled up to
Pink and wrapped an arm around her waist, the tops of her tan breasts popping
out.

The guard finally managed to get out "Sergeant Volkin reporting as ordered".

"Thank you comrade, no need to be so formal, please come in" said a grinning
Pink. "Are you recovering well? Would you like some vodka?"

"No thank you. I am feeling fine." replied the increasingly nervous soldier.

"Are you sure" Pink furrowed her brow in mock concern, "you still look a bit
pale. We'd better have Natasha examine you, she's trained in medicine." The
brunette stepped in front of him and gave a one word order: "Strip".

The shocked and embarassed Sgt stood for a moment, but finally his bulging
arms started to move and he pulled his shirt off over his head. Both ladies
were pleased to see a washboard stomach and powerful looking chest. He then
pulled off his boots and slid his trousers off his tree trunk like legs. He
then faced Natasha.

"Ah ah ah, comrade, this must be a thorough exam, everything must come off"
she said, trying to keep a straight face.

Horrified, the guard slowly peeled off his boxer shorts, revealing a thick
heavy cock standing at attention. The med tech pretended not to notice, and by
this time Pink had moved off to the side, barely in Volkin's peripheral
vision. The big woman was already feeling hot, but looking at the 10 inch
monster between his legs made her lick her lips. She loved the sex with
Natasha, but it had been several months since she was penetrated by anything
other than carbonadium, and she was looking forward to giving the soldier a
workout. She slowly inched sideways to be completely out of his vision and
began rubbing her breasts.

Natasha then started her exam, her blue eyes looking up at the guards face
several inches above her own. Her hands came up and she started to feel his
face and head, which also had the happy effect of pushing out her chest.
Volkin's eyes slowly scanned down her pretty face and fell upon the bronze
orbs peaking out of her robe, then quickly snapped back up when she caught him
looking.

"Pupillary reaction and visual acuity normal" she giggle to Pink.

"Glad to hear it" replied the superpowered sexpot."

Natasha then worked her way downward, palpating his neck and then chest. She
rubbed his large pecs, then moved around to his back, her fingers lightly
playing across his shoulders. She leaned forward and felt his sharp intake of
breath when her nipples pressed against his back. Farther down she cupped his
ass and then moved a hand down each of his legs. Moving to his front she
knealt in front of him and slowly brought her hands back up the front of his
legs. When they reached his crotch she paused. "Oh no" she said in mock
seriousness.

"Is there a problem?" Pink responded, attempting to make her voice sound
concerned.

"There appears to be a large amount of swelling here." Natasha's hand
surrounded the Sergeant's rock hard length. "Let me see if I can soothe it"
she smiled. She gave it 2 gentle pumps then wrapped her lips around his
manhood.

The soviet soldier went stiff as a board as he gasped, then began to feel weak
in the knees as the brown haired technician found a rhythm. Pink began rubbing
herself more vigorously as she watched her lover work her neck and jaw like an
expert. His cock slid in and out of her warm mouth, sometimes going deep,
others were she played with the tip. Pink slowly worked herself behind the
soldier until her body pressed against his back. While he was a large man, she
still had nearly 2 inches on him and she gently wrapped a grey arm around his
chest, holding him steady. Her other hand went between his legs and began
playing with his heavy balls.

By this time Natasha could feel the first spurts of precum oozing from his
cock and slowly pulled it from her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing the shaft
on the way out. Lifting herself higher on her knees, she slid the rod between
her respectable tits. She lightly blew on the tip and was rewarded by feeling
it pulse between her tan domes. Her delicate hands pressed her breasts
together and she began pumping her chest up and down his length.

Pink snaked her now freed hand around his abdomen and traced the lines between
his six pack. Volkin was breathing heavily and gritting his teeth,
occasionally grunting. It was taking all of his will power not to explode all
over Natasha's face and tits. As her pace quickened one of his hands reached
out and cupped her face, the other reached behind his head and wrapped around
the back of Pinks neck, helping to hold himself up. His hips began pumping in
sync with Natasha, bringing him closer to orgasm. He looked down at the Soviet
girl on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkled and she grinned at him, her tan skin
shining with a light sheen of sweat, long brown hair cascading down her back.
She kissed the tip of his cock the next time he thrust up and it was time.

The grey amazon behind him felt his muscles tense and she barely had time to
smile when he erupted. Thick spurts of cum shot out, spraying Natasha's golden
face and running down the round tits imprisoning his member. She squeeled and
released her breasts, one hand reaching out and grabbing his cock. She began
pumping, keeping the flow coming as Pink took his full weight in her strong
arms. After nearly a minute his cum ceased and Pink slowly lowered him to the
floor, where he lay panting heavily.

The brunette picked up her discarded robe and used it to wipe herself off. A
tentacle quickly wrapped her up and pulled her close, as Pink kissed her
deeply. "Lover, that was amazing" the grey woman cried as she released her
coils.

"I hope you enjoyed it" the smaller woman said in a sultry voice, "I must say
I haven't been able to get one of your rods to do that." Pink spun her around
and pulled her close, a tentacle wrapped around her waist and began vibrating.
Natasha reached up and began toying with Pinks nipples as she enjoyed the
pulsating.

"Ah, but can his do this?" Pink said.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o" cried the tech in ecstacy until Pink stopped. "But"
the panting girl said, "there's only one way to find out what it can do". Pink
nodded and released her grip on the girl, squeezing her ass once as they broke
contact.

A tendril extended from her wrist down to the man below. His breathing changed
as he noticed and began to prop himself up. Natasha knealt and cradled his
head, lightly resting her tits on it.

"What is happening comrades?" he asked.

"Ah, just relax" said Pink. The hours of tentacle practice paid off as she was
able to encircle his now semi soft shaft in carbonadium. He gasped at the
sensation, but was too tired to have any impressive reaction. "Earlier when I
drained you, I noticied something Sergeant. Normally when I absorb energy I
can feel my body converting it to life energy. But with yours is was a simple
transfer because it was already human energy. At the very end, I experimented,
and since it was an uncomplicated transfer, I was able to reverse the process,
but I only put back a little bit. Do you see where I'm going with this
Comrade?" She smiled as the familiar glow formed around her tentacle and went
into his dick.

A feeling of warmth spread throughout his crotch as he began to harden.
Natasha stroked his face and noticed his breathing return to normal and his
muscle tone improve. She smiled and looked up at the grey goddess above them.
Pink flexed her other arm and tensed her impressive abs. "I am loaning you
some of my strength comrade, as your services are not yet done." His cock was
back to it's full length and girth and Pink had to loosen her coils, but then
began twisting and pulsing them, causing him waves of pleasure. "So strong,
yet capable of such pleasure" she said as the tentacle from her other wrist
slowly extended in front of her. She kissed the tip and then began wrapping it
around the man below.

Natasha gently lowered his head and stood as the silver tubes gripped his
body, gently pinning his arms to his sides and then bound his feet together.
He was effortlessly lifted up until he hovered several feet in front of his
host. She continued her ministrations to his imprisoned dick, rolling, tugging
and squeezing in expert fashion. Natasha sexily strode up in front of her grey
lover and began fondling the perfect tits in front of her, licking and sucking
on a delectable nipple. Additional tentacles wrapped around her waist and
legs, lifting the brunette, giving her better position as Pink moaned, her
back arched and eyes tightly shut. The man in her living cage began bucking
and convulsing as he shot his load for the second time in 5 minutes. His
juices ran down the silver surface of her tentacles and dripped to the floor.

He was shocked that he stayed hard as a rock, even as her tendrils unwrapped
his manhood. Pink lowered Natasha to the floor and looked into his eyes. "My
power has given you a bit more, stamina" she said as she licked her lips. She
carried his still wrapped body to the bed and released him. She stripped of
the remainder of her robe and lay down on her back. "Now, lets see what you
can do with that thing when you're in control of it" she taunted.

He gazed down at her: long fit legs, hairless pussy, tight abs, world class
chest, deceptively powerful arms, erotic red lips, angelic face, all covered
by her flawless and exotic grey skin. He quickly snapped to the position of
attention and saluted, his other hand wrapping around his pipe. "I am a Soviet
soldier! I am trained and proficient with all of my weapons and equipment!" He
pumped his cock and dived onto the oversize bed. His strong hand caressed her
legs as he spread them, and speared her with all of his might.

Pinks lips formed a ruby "O" as he pumped into her with his massive tool and
played her clit with a finger. His other arm took advantage of her dancers
flexibility and bent one of her legs up her body. "Oh yes! I have missed this
feeling" thought Pink as she felt him hammer her pussy. His effort caused them
to bounce on the bed as her massive tits jiggled. She reached her arms above
her head and grabbed handfulls of sheet and mattress as she felt an orgasm
coming.

Natasha sat at the edge of the bed and watched, still recovering from her own
sweet release. Pink's hips began bucking as it drew near, and she screamed.
The soldier ramming into her furrowed his brow at the effort and felt himself
flood her with his sticky seed. Soon Pink herself came and her powerful body
was racked with pleasure, her strong muscles loosing control. Volkin pulled
out of her, still hard, with a "pop". He repositioned himself above her hips
and wrapped his legs under her. He leaned forward, and took one of her grey
mountains in his lips. Her mighty chest was heaving as she finished her orgasm
and he sucked with gusto as her breaths alternately mashed the flesh to his
face or pulled it away. Pink could feel his thick dick bouncing on her 6 pack
abs, the wet tip leaving a smudge on her flesh. Her arms circled his chest and
she pulled him close, still allowing him to continue sucking her breasts.

With his cock trapped between their abs, she began using her incredible muscle
control to massage it's length. Individual muscles tensed and released,
causing waves to form on her trim midsection. Firm muscles compressed and
kneaded his penis. The smooth grey skin covering her trim mid section rubbed
his cock, driving him to the edge. Using the belly dancer moves she'd been
practicing, she quickly conquered his dick, causing him to flood the crevases
between her abs with cum. He was forced to release her nipple as he let out a
cry of his own. His body spasmed and his strong body shook with the pleasure
of a massive orgasm. Pinks muscled arms released him when she sensed he had
finished and he slowly sat up.

Natasha appeared with a damp towel and wiped Pinks stomach clean. She
discarded the towel and looked hungrily at the soldier. Pink remained on her
back and propped her head up to watch her lovers.

The sergeant was still sitting on her pelvis and Natasha planted herself on
his lap, impaling her tight pussy on his hard meat. "Ooohhh, and they called
Stalin the man of steel" she cried. Pink flexed her knees so the man could
rest his back against her rock hard thighs. Her slate colored hands reached up
and began rubbing the brunettes back. Volkin used his strong hands to take
firm hold of the smaller womans hips and began thrusting into her with a
building rhythmn. Her body responded, and she tightened her vaginal muscles
around his rod as she braced her arms against his broad shoulders. Her tan
skin shone with a radiance, as a sheen of sweat gave her a glow. Her tits
bounced on her chest as her hips pumped, showing her own toned muscles dancing
under her tawny skin.

Pink continued to massage Natasha's back, but her tendrils extended from her
forearms and wrapped under the smaller womans arms. Carbonadium encircled a
pair of bronze orbs and began their ministrations. The medical tech's will
began to weaken under the double assault. She could feel his huge tool
plunging into her, could feel it throbbing and stimulating her like no man had
before. Additionally her breasts were being played with by somebody who truly
knew what a woman liked, her nipples tweaked and areola brushed by the
strangely warm metal. Pink enjoyed the lovers on her mid section, their weight
inconsequential to her might.

Natasha finally surrendered and a warmth spread throughout her entire body as
she came with a shattering orgasm. Her fit body tensed and finally relaxed as
the man beneath her continued pumping. Due to his enhanced physique, the
sergeant lasted another minute before filling her nearly limp body with his
inexhaustable supply of cum.

Pinks tentacles lifted the exhausted body of her friend off the soldiers lap
and laid her on the bed. She then smiled at the soldier before lifting him
straight up with the slightest effort of her arms. She stood and wrapped his
legs around her chest, nestling his still rock hard dick between her boobs.
Her arms crossed under his ass, supporting his weight. Ruby lips surrounded
his cock tip as her tongue traced it's circumference. Her superb muscle
control came into play as her flawless mammaries began pulsating and squeezing
his shaft. As good as it was, the tit fuck he'd received from the slowly
recovering Natasha was nothing compared to what he was undergoing now. Breast
flesh mashed and soothed his length as a mouth that literally could suck the
chrome off of a trailer hitch tended to his tip. Pinks eyes sparkled as she
held the man against her strong body. She could feel his hips trying to flex,
to increase the pace, but she kept a steady beat. Her tits continued to tense
and relax, her pectoral muscles providing more than enough power the stimulate
the helpless man in her grasp. Despite the power she'd given him, she could
feel Volkins thrusts getting weaker and weaker, until when his limit was
finally reached and his dick filled her mouth with cream, he was close to
human strength.

The super powered sex queen set her new lover down next to Natasha and noticed
he was actually panting. She left them to recover on the large bed as she
strode over to the full length mirror. She looked at her body, a marvel of
Soviet science and natural sexuality. She cupped her breasts and felt their
weight. She flexed her arms just to feel the power and pounded a fist against
her inhumanly strong abs. She raised a leg up her torso and rubbed her hands
over it's strong yet smooth length before again planting her foot on the
ground. In the reflection she saw both of her lovers were now sitting up and
decided on one last bit of fun.

Silver snakes shot out of her body and securely wrapped both people in
metallic coccoons. Natasha could her pussy being stimulated with a vibrating
rod and her nipples assaulted by tentacles who's tips had opened and were now
sucking madly. Volkin was immobilized and found his cock being sucked by
another open tipped metal snake as another stroked his length. After nearly a
minute of treatment both had come again, yet Pink kept up her assault. Within
5 minutes, both of the bodies within her coils were unconscious, being
litterally wrung out.

The grey woman released her hold and laid them side by side on the bed.
Retracting her tendrils she flexed an arms and kissed her taut bicep. "Damn I
love this body" she thought as she walked to the shower.

As the warm water cascaded across her tight muscles and flawless skin Pink
thought about the wonderful feeling of dominance she'd felt as she held her
lovers helpless and brought them to climax. She replayed in her mind how
Volkin's body was useless to resist hers, even his enhanced muscles inadequate
against her might. She remembered how Natasha had watched in wonder, the many
times she'd sparred against opponents and as she had held their powerfully
built sex partner immobile. As she dried off her supple tits, she smiled. "I
think tonight might hold one more suprise" she thought to herself, and slipped
on a new, clean robe.

Her long dancers legs carried her back to the bedroom where the two nude
soviets lay. She resisted the urge to "awaken" the sergeant in multiple
arousing ways for another go, and instead, knealt on Natasha's side of the
bed. She gathered the comatose woman in her arms as easy as a child would a
puppy. Cradling the woman, she strode to their living room. Natasha's tan
boobs bounced with each step and Pink couldn't resist licking one of the dark
areola when she set the woman on the couch. The smaller form stirred slightly
and the super soldier giggled. She knealt down and pulled the other woman
close, their breasts pressed together, and kissed her deeply. She concentrated
and a glow enveloped both women.

As she held her, Pink could feel Natasha's body growing stronger. Blue eyes
opened wide with a start, then slowly closed again as the brunette felt the
passion and pleasure as Pinks luscious red lips matched hers. Pink finally
broke contact and stood, leaving a bewildered Natasha lying on the couch.

She walked over to a shelf and picked up a large marble bust of Lenin. Natasha
knew the piece weighed at least 60 pounds, and was shocked when Pink threw it
at her. She was more shocked however, that the grim Soviets leaders visage
cracked when it struck her outstretched hand.

She slowly pulled her hand back and looked at it in shock, and then noticed
her lover grinning at her.

"Suprise" Pink said.

"You scared the hell out of me!" Natasha yelled.

"Well, the look on your face made it worth it." Natasha began feeling her
body, much like Pink had after her operation. The outward changes were minor,
muscles a bit more defined, skin a bit more toned, abs a bit more prominent
than usual. But she could feel the strength when she flexed her muscles. She
reached down and grabbed the edge of the couch, and casually lifted it over
her head. She tossed the furniture from hand to hand. Setting the couch down
she walked over to Pink hugged her and positively beamed.

Pink looked down, her friends beautiful tan skin absolutely glowed and her
bright blue eyes sparkled. "I know you like watching domination, and even
being dominated a little bit, but I thought you might want to try the other
end. I gave you around 10 times your normal strength. Any more and your body
would've gone through changes we couldn't hide. I think it's time we go wake
up our guest".

"But he's sure to tell his superiors in the morning" Natasha said, a look of
concern on her face.

"Don't worry my dear," Pink took Natasha's chin lightly in her hand on looked
into her eyes, "after he's been put in his place several times, his mind will
be so weak I can easily wipe tonight from his memories. Besides, I'll give him
some extra power so he doesn't get hurt to badly and he'll heal overnight."
She took the girls delicate but powerful hand in hers and led her into the
bedroom.

The sleeping sergeant didn't stir. Pink brought Natasha to the edge of the bed
and released her hand. The smaller woman climbed onto the bed and straddled
the Soviet soldier. His body moved slightly, but he was still to tired to
awaken. Pink rested her hand lightly on his forehead and began giving him
energy. She stopped as his eyes began to flutter, calculating that he was less
than half Natasha's strength, but still well above his norm.

As Volkin's consciousness expanded, he became aware of the sexy Natasha
sitting on his chest, peering over her tan tits at him, with a predatory smile
on her face. As he watched she raised her arms into a double bicep pose.

"Guess what?" She said in a sultry voice as her arms expanded and she flexed
her abs, "I got strong!". With that she leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
Volkin initially enjoyed the lip lock, until she began sucking the very breath
from his lungs. Her lips dominated his as he began to fight for air. He tried
to push her away and placed his hands on her shoulders, only to discover she
couldn't budge her significantly smaller body and inch. She continued to stare
into his eyes as he became more desparate.

He began to beat her, only to feel his blows land with an ineffectual thud
against her hard body. She reached out and effortlessly grabbed his wrists and
forced his arms down to the bed. Pink could see his struggles beginning to
lose some of their ferocity as oxygen depravation took it's toll. Finally when
his arms no longer resisted and his eyes began to close, the brunette released
her hold and he could breathe. She allowed his to catch his breath but
maintained control of his body. She then slipped her legs around his waist and
rolled their bodies over, so that she was on her back.

The sergeant struggled with her legs wrapped around his waist and managed to
get to his knees before she crossed her ankles and soft supple flesh turned to
steel. Her long toned legs extended and squeezed, crushing his middle like a
vice. He let out a sickening groan as his fingers pried at his sexy prison, to
no avail. Her muscles worked under her radiant skin, powering her legs
slightly closer together each second. Occasionally she jolted him with an
extra boost of muscle power, almost enough to knock him out. His hands finally
abandoned her legs and he began striking her stomach. Her abdominal muscles
proved superior to his fists and they bounced off like spitballs against tank
armor. Natasha gazed down between her glorious boobs at her well defined 6
pack, taking all that he could give. She then raised her legs so that her body
was at a 90 degree angle and he dangled above her, looking into her angelic
face. He tried punching that as well, with no effect other than making her
giggle at the look on torment on his. He then tried attacking what he presumed
to be the softest part of her anatomy, and spent a minute unleashing a flurry
of blows to her breasts.

The tan mountains jiggled in respone, put actually caused her a not unpleasant
feeling as they tickled her nipples. "Don't worry" she cooed, "you'll get to
play with them more later." As he once again began to lose consciousness she
released her scissor hold and simultaneously punched him in the chest. His
body flew off of her and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, not moving.

Natasha pulled her knees into her chest and then kicked out violently,
propelling herself off the bed to land on the floor. She stretched down,
touching the floor and kissed her legs, "I love you babies" and strolled over
to the slowly awakening man.

As Pinks donated energy brought him back to the land of the living, a delicate
hand closed around his throat. He was hoisted into the air to again look into
the face of his conquerer and his fingers tugged at hers. Her other hand
balled into a fist and she punched him in the stomach. Her fist easily
penetrated his impressive looking abs and his body seemed to fold around the
impact. She released his throat and he fell to his knees. She wasted no time
in lifting him back up with an uppercut that sent him reeling backwards. She
advanced on him as he tried to get his balance and tagged him with several
body blows. She stepped back and placed her hands on her knees and leaned
forward, jutting her invulnerable tits at him.

"What's the matter, this little girl to much for you?".

His rage and Pinks power helped him recover and he decided to go on the
offense. He charged the smaller woman and hit her with a shoulder tackle. His
momentum carried them into a wall, smashing Natasha's back against the
concrete. Suprised he had recovered so quickly, Natasha threw up no defense as
he pummeled her face and stomach. Her head rocked back, cracking the concrete
as his superpowered blows struck, but his rage changed to concern as she began
to smile even as he struck her. Her knee snapped up, literally lifting him off
the ground when it landed. He staggered backwards as she calmy stepped forward
and began brushing the concrete dust from her hair. He again rushed her, but
her right leg suddenly caught him in the chest, knocking him back several feet
to land on his ass. She kept her leg extended and ran a hand around her
shapely thigh, before moving it in a large circle back to the ground.

"Now you really shouldn't have done that."

He was just getting to his knees when a slender arm reached around his neck
and cut off all airflow. His hand came up to grasp her bicep just in time to
feel it swell with power.

Across the room Pink fingered herself as she watched the sexy little woman
utterly destroy her much larger rival. "Damn, now I know why she likes
watching!" she thought.

Natasha easily held him down as her rippling muscles shrugged off the tugging
at her arm. Her sultry voice flooded his ears as she whispered, "Just relax
and let the darkness come. It's inevitable that my sexy hardbody will overcome
yours. You couldn't even hurt my big, soft, golden tits."

Despite the pain and the humiliation, thinking about the tits currently
resting on top of his head caused part of Volkin to put up a valiant effort.
His rod began expanding and soon stood proudly. The brunette smiled as she
kept her hold, but relaxed her steel muscles enough that he got some air. Her
other hand reached down and encircled his cock. She could feel his pulse
pounding through it as his heart raced. Her strong fingers worked the shaft
and her wrist fluidly pumped. She slowly raised his body so that her tits fell
on either side of his head and his chest rested against her strong midsection.
Her hand slowly brought him closer to climax, and precum began flowing from
his tip, lubricating her hand as it slid along his impressive length. She
again flexed her muscle, cutting off his air and rippled her abs across his
back. "So, my weak little man, will you cum in time to beat the darkness?"

His only response, besides a barely audible gurgle, was to weakly pump his
hips. She smiled and continued her ministrations. His arms continued to pull
at her single arm to no effect. The feeling of absolute power that consumed
her caused her own orgasm to build. Her hand pumped faster and her chokehold
got tighter. Just as the rest of his body lost muscle tone and his arms
dropped limply, he erupted. Fountains of cum sprayed from his dick, jetting
between her fingers. Seeing this ultimate surrender to her strength caused
Natasha to have her own orgasm and her body shook. Muscles tightened into
stunning definition and her head snapped back as a powerful moan escaped her
lips. She dropped to her knees, releasing her hold on the unconscious Volkin
and grabbed her tits, kneading them and fingering the nipples.

After a minute she stopped and looked down at their bodies. Cum from her hand
was smeared across her tits and his groin and stomach. "Well, we seem to have
gotten a bit sticky." Natasha stood and slung his limp body over her shoulder
and walked over to the jaccuzi style tub in the bathroom. She unceremoniously
dumped him into the warm bubbling water and climbed in. Lifting his head above
the surface she propped him in the corner. She dropped below the surface,
enjoying the warmth and wiping away his offending jizz. She broke the surface
in an image straight from a shampoo commercial, bouyant tits half submerged,
and wiped her hands back across her face, gathering her hair behind her.
Heading over to the corner she gripped the edges and pinned his body between
the side and hers. Emulating Pink's earlier move, she began undulating her
abdominal muscles in waves against his dick. It soon responded although the
rest of his body remained out. She continued rubbing and rippling, feeling the
tip bounce along the striations between each muscle. Soon the waves of sun
bronzed skin proved to much for his dick to handle and he shot his load into
the warm water.

Natasha smiled and released him, bobbing backwards in the warm water. She
watched as the filter slowly gathered up the milky threads and noticed he was
starting to come around. His head rolled forward to rest on his powerful
looking chest and his arms began to move. She slipped below the water as his
eyes started to open and a hand reached up to grab his forehead. He was still
taking stock of his condition when her body appeared from the water directly
in front of him. She slid up his legs until he dick was nestled between her
mountainous tit flesh. Her arms encircled his waist and she stood.

Water dripped off of their bodies as she powered him into the air. He looked
down at her and gasped. Her beautiful face looked up at his as her wet hair
streamed down her back. The water caused her tan skin to shine and sparkle.
Her sopping wet tits caused even his impressive imprisoned dick to look small.
She smiled as she set out of show him what a set of A+ tits and pectoral
muscle control could do. Her arms slid his slick body against hers so that the
first several inches of his cock poked out above her breasts. She broke eye
contact with him and her chin touched her prodigious chest as her lips wrapped
around his second head. She sucked on his lolipop until it had regained it's
former stiffness. Pulling it from her lips with a "pop" she began sliding it
between her slick tits. She flexed her pecs, causing her tits to rhythmically
squeeze his member. Waves of pleasure washed over him and he started to lose
consciousness from the feelings, but several quick jolts from her arms brought
him back. He braced his hands on her shoulder and looked down at her
pleadingly.

"Tell you what stud, if you can resist cumming for 2 more minutes I'll be your
slave for the rest of the night."

A grunt of understanding was all he could muster as he tried to stop his hips
from pumping. She could feel his dick quivering between her tan domes and knew
he was under her complete control. One arm reached out, the other easily able
to hold his weight, and grabbed some liquid body wash. She squirted some
between her tits and over his cock before her arms encircled his waist again.
Soon her muscular boob contractions had built up a frothing mass of bubbles
surrounding his helpless cock. The slick surface of her tits soothed and
excited it's length as it slid between them. Water dripping off her chin
bounced off the tip as precum again began to spurt forth. Several quick tit
contractions and it was all over. He again created a cum fountain, splashing
her golden globes as his body spasmed, well short of the 2 minute mark.

She held his bucking body until his cock limply rested against her chest and
caught his gaze in hers. "Aww, poor baby couldn't quite make it. Oh well,
looks like you're mine for the rest of the night." Her arms cruelly
constricted around his waist and the familiar shortness of breath overtook
him. Her modified bearhug soon wore him down, his midsection no match for her
inhumanly strong arms. His legs dangled uselessly as he pushed against her
shoulders. A few half hearted punches to her face later, and his large body
hung limp and unconscious in her grasp.

"There there, momma will clean you off again." as she lowered him back into
the warm water. She wiped off all evidence of his latest sperm explosion and
stepped out of the tub.

She began toweling off her hard body. She had finished her flawless skin and
was about to start on her long hair when Pink loudly cleared her throat.
Natasha turned in time to see a revived Volkin slip out of the tub and make a
break for the door. Her powerful legs propelled her fit body after him and she
was able to trip him as he entered the living room, bringing him down to his
hands and knees. As she looked down at him her damp hair hung in a rope. She
grabbed the end and tossed a loop around his neck. Pulling it tight she choked
him. His hands flew to his neck and pulled uselessly against the unbreakable
brown strands. She slowly pulled him into a more upright position and waited
until his efforts became weaker and weaker until she released the hold. She
stepped in front of him and placed a hand on the back of his head. Her strong
hand and arm guided his face between her tits, nestling it in the valley of
her cleavage. He struggled as his breathing was cut off in this sensuous hold,
panic taking over. She removed her hand and used only her pecs to hold him in
place, flexing an arm and feeling the muscles with the other. Large male
fingers pried and clawed at her breasts, doing nothing but causing them to
quake slightly and giving her pleasure when they brushed a nipple. Slowly his
arms grew heavy and his hands slid down her body. They squeezed her sides,
making no progress against her granite abs, and finally wrapped loosely around
her trim waist. Natasha took a deep breath, causing her boobs to press out
further and sealing tight, and his movements finally stopped. She released
tension and his body dropped to the carpet.

The tan bombshell looked down as his once imposing figure, and then back up at
her lover. "Well my grey goddess, I think he may have had enough." Pink walked
up behind the smaller woman and placed her hands on her hips. Her strong hands
moved up her sides, caressed her abs, and finally stopped on her tits. Slender
grey fingers finally had the strength to manipulate tan boobs that Volkin
hadn't, and they rolled in her palms. Natasha leaned her head back, resting it
between Pinks own orbs, as the super soldier demonstrated that a woman knows
what another woman wants.

Pink finally spoke, "I can feel his energy levels are almost depleted. I guess
it's time that this all becomes a dream from dear Sgt Volkin."

"The first part of the night may have been a dream, but that last bit probably
qualifies as a nightmare" giggled the brunette. Pink released the girl, who
bent down behind the beaten Sergeant and lifted him into a full nelson.

The motion revived him and he struggled weakly against the hold. Natasha
tightened her muscles and he slowly calmed down as Pink stepped into his field
of view. "You have performed admirably comrade, and for that I shall let you
keep a vague recollection of the pleasant parts of this evening. You will
probably think of it in the morning as a dream. The less pleasant aspects, at
least from your point of view, will be erased. Good night comrade." His
struggles resumed as a tendril extended from the grey womans forarm toward his
forehead.

Natasha held him tightly as it made contact and he almost instantly ceased
movement. Pink entered his mind with ease. She could feel him attempting to
resist, but her telepathic training easily removed all his barriers. "Relax,
sergeant, your mind is as powerless as your body to resist me. My thoughts
become yours. Resistance is futile, you will bend to my will. Let the darkness
come over you as I take your mind. Sleep, sergeant, sleep." His wide eyes
closed as he surrendered for the final time that night. Natasha held his limp
body as he entered a deep sleep and she smiled.

Pink slipped on her robe and quietly carried him back to his quarters, through
the deserted late night halls. When she returned Natasha was asleep on the
bed, a smile across her face. Pink lay down behind her, spooning, a smile on
her face as well. A tentacle shut off the light as another lightly attached to
the brunettes head, "Now, let's see what you're dreaming about my dear."

The large man went down with a final right cross from Pink's chiseled arm. Her
momentary satisfaction was cut short as she was struck by a million volts. She
dropped to a knee as it felt like her body was on fire. She blindly swept a
tentacle behind her and was rewarded with an impact and a muffled "Offff" from
her unseem assailant. She rose and turned around to see a comely woman in a
black unitard sprawled across several crates, trying to get up. Carbonadium
lashed out, wrapping around the woman's leg. Pink swung her around, throwing
her body at the man who had just gotten to his feet, knocking them both
unconscious as they hit the floor and rolled before lying still. Her forearm
tentacles shot out and coccooned both forms, bringing them close to her as she
held them up.

Energy flowed into them and soon they returned to the conscious world. Pink
set them on the floor and released them. "No permanent damage I hope comrades"
she said with a grin.

"I have been hit with tank rounds that hurt less than your jab, you truly are
a marvel of Soviet superiority" said the man. The woman, eye level with Pink's
tits, merely commented, "I still can't believe they don't sag".

Pink laughed, "That's the miracle I'm most thankful for, I couldn't find a bra
if they did."

"Alright" said the general as he approached the trio, "let's continue this in
the other room as we replay the video recordings."

Crowded around the television, they watched the fight unfold. Occasionally
somebody would point out a flaw in fighting style or a missed attack
opportunity. "You still have a tendency to telegraph your punches, a quicker
opponent may be able to avoid many of your blows." commented the man. The
general made a note on his ledger and quietly told an aide to arrange a fight
with a superspeed fighter for experience. The woman pointed out that
electrical attacks could be foiled by taking the strike with one of Pinks back
tentacles and driving another into the floor, grounding itself. This way the
eletrical current would be routed through her tentacles and not her body.
"Your legs are also immensely strong" noted the woman, "you should employ them
more in your combat".

Pink nodded, but her mind was beginning to wander. She'd fought many of these
training battles in the last several months against soldiers, assassins,
superheroes, and even some robots.

She'd yet to lose.

Truth be told, she was beginning to get bored with them. The general noticed
her concentration wavering and stood, "I believe that should cover everything
for today." Pink thanked her two opponenets and began to leave when the
general called out to her. "Make sure you rest up tonight, tomorrow we have
something different planned." he grinned.

"What do you mean comrade?" replied the grey mountain of a woman.

"Tomorrow, you battle somebody who is actually trying to kill you."

Pink's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean sir?"

The man calmly walked out of the room. "Oh don't worry about it, you'll see in
the morning."

In her living quarters Pink walked in to see Natasha in a sports bra and short
shorts, doing pushups. She knew the woman worked hard to maintain her body,
and felt a little guilty that no matter what, she herself would always look
stunning. The supersoldier leaned against the couch and watched as her lover
fininshed up. "97, 98, 99, 100" the young lab technician counted. She jumped
to her feet and pulled her arms into a double bicept pose.

"You see, you're not the only superwoman here" she said as her eyes twinkled.

Pink looked at her, tanned skin glistening with a coating of sweat, well toned
legs, trim middle with just a hint of muscle, nice rack, and angelic face.

Pink replied, "but now you're all dirty! Now I'm going to have to clean you
off." She scooped up the woman and carried her to the showers. Not bothering
to take off either of their clothes she walked straight into the stall and
closed the door. She turned the water on cool, since the brunette had just
finished her workout. Seeing the other womans nipples pop out was just a nice
side effect.

Pink was still holding onto the smaller girl when Natasha wrapped her legs
around Pink's waist and crossed her ankles. Natasha pulled her face close to
the grey womans, "You saw I've been working on my arms, but my middle hasn't
been slacking either." She then lowered her upper body until she was upside
down, and began doing situps, firmly anchored to her grey lover. Pink watched
in delight as abdominal muscles danced under tan skin. She could see the
muscle swelling as they worked, forming small valleys where they met. The legs
wrapped around her also appeared to have hardened, as Natasha's hip flexors
poured on the power to hold her in place. The blonde's hands reached out and
she traced her fingers over the belly in front of her.

Natasha loved the feeling of Pinks hands massaging her midsection and pulled
herself all the way up, wrapping her arms around Pinks neck and kissing her
deeply. She released her legs and dropped to the tile floor. Taking a step
back she sensuously peeled off her sports bra and shorts as pink released her
own uniform. The scientists had taken measurements and found that a gap of 1/4
inch or more severely inhibited her power drain, wheter it be air or clothing.
Thus she now fought in a tight fitting sleeveless top, which came down just
below her breasts and leaft a generous amount of cleavage showing, and a
bikini style bottom, to maximize possible skin to skin contact. Both were
crimson red, with the bottoms sporting a gold hammer and sickle. Both were
also currently dropping to the shower floor.

Natasha grabbed a bottle of body wash and slowly poured it over her tits. She
then raised her arms over her head and clasped her hands together. "Wash me?"

Pink smiled and slowly reached out to her lover's body. A grey finger traced a
line in the lavender scented body wash around the tan breasts in front of her.
Her hands cupped them, and slowly built a foamy lather between them which she
used to rub down the rest of the girl's increasingly firm body. Her grey hands
traced all of Natasha's sun kissed skin. Pink worked her hands around
Natasha's back and pulled her close as she continued rubbing her body. Her
strong fingers caressed the buns of steel her partner worked so hard at for
her. She gave them a squeeze and felt her lover jump a bit. Taking a step back
she gently placed a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder and spun her around.
She pulled her against her body and began rubbing a slick, soapy hand over the
girls budding 6 pack. She felt Natasha begin working her abs, tightening them
so Pink could feel her progress. The supersoldier traced a finger around the
tan belly button, leaving a bubbly trail. Then it moved lower, and lightly
brushed the Russian girl's clit.

The body in her grasp inhaled sharply and released a light moan. Pink couldn't
see it, but Natasha's eyes were shut tightly. She could feel the weaker
woman's hips begin lightly thrusting. Her fingers soon began a constant
manipulation of the tan nether region. From fondling the clit to plunging into
the woman, Pink soon had her gasping for breath.

Tentacles extended from Pink's back, reaching for the shower floor. One
stopped briefly to raise the water temperature. Soon they had anchored
themselves and Pink leaned backwards, taking Natasha with her. The girl
faintly became aware that her feet were no longer on the ground, but didn't
care. Pink stopped when her back was parallel to the shower floor, their
bodies supported by the carbonadium tubes. Tan skin slid over it's soap lubed
grey counterpart until the brunette's head was nestled gently between Pink's
enormous boobs. The blonde's other hand began to work on the tan domes
decorating her lovers chest. After several minutes the girl shuddered and
came.

The warm water soon washed away all evidence and the girls panting was the
only reminder. Pink sat up and held the exhausted lab tech. She turned her so
they were facing and wrapped the woman's legs around her waist. Leaning the
woman back, she dropped her cherry red lips to the inviting mammaries in front
of her. They engulfed one of the nipples, sucking, as her tongue darted out to
trace it. She enjoyed the sensation, feeling the different textures of skin
with her tongue. She buried her face between the mounds, feeling their warmth
surround her. Pink formed her familiar cock tentacle. One hand reached under
the girl's ass and raised her several inches. The other surrounded her own
metallic phallus. She soaped it up and gave several pumps. The artificial
nerves worked wonderfully. Pink loved to feel it's length, running a nail from
base to tip, feeling the slick vibration whenever her nail moved from where
one carbonadium section joined another.

Slowly she lowered her lover onto it's length. The girl gasped. "You're
insatiable!" she cooed.

The grey amazon replied "Guilty as charged" as she lowered her face back to
her partners tits and her hips found the age old rhythmn.