Emma part 2



Martin's chief of security was a very rigid man. He was 
flawless in everything he did, because he let other people do 
the things he wasn't good at. Greg Ulay, feared by everyone 
who knew him, was the only man that Martin truely respected. 
In his youth he had been a boxer, before mastering Bushido and 
becoming world famous as the king of the underground arena. 
His strength gave him confidence, and his speed made him 
deadly. But the most frightening thing about Ulay was his 
brain. He was a smart thug. Not smart enough, or ambitious 
enough, to want Martin's place at the head of things, he was 
the big mans big man.
Emma knew all this before she went down to the house. She 
hovered high overhead, rubbing her chin as she scanned the 
hostile environment below and considered how to handle the 
situation. How would a superheroine deal with this? Emma had 
seen Supergirl on TV, but had never been a fan until now. 
Should she just go at them front on, and take them all out? Or 
would it be wiser to sneak in quietly take the leader? It was 
the hardest choice she'd had to make all day. 
A more discreet approach, she decided, would be wiser. She was 
new to all this super-power stuff. Was she ready to take out 
the headquarters of a major crime syndicate? Probably. She'd 
been hit with a barrage of ammunition, and that hadn't even 
bruised ber. But there was a lot more men in this place. A lot 
more guns.
Emma located Martin. Her powerful mind having already 
collected information on everyone in the building it wasn't a 
hard thing. He was in his gym, down in the basement. A quick 
mental glance of the house and she knew where everyone else 
was too. Picking the best way in, Emma zoomed to an open 
window and flew in. No one was in there, but now her person-
free path to Martin was blocked as two men entered the hall 
she was about to. She waited a moment for them to pass, but 
they were headed to the room in which she was hidden.
Opening the door, they stopped and gawked at the perfect 
female form before them. But their initial shock quickly 
evaporated and they drew their handguns.
"You boys don't need those," Emma told them, smiling 
seductively.
"Who are you?"
"I'm here for your boss. Why don't you guys just run along?"
The biggest one grabbed her. "I think you better come with 
us."
Emma was amused by his feeble tugs. He almost fell over as he 
moved to pull her out into the hallway. "Don't you know it's 
rude to grab people?" she asked, smirking. 
"Come on, I don't want to hurt you."
Emma covered her mouth and laughed. "You don't have to worry 
about that, Jim." She reached out and gave him a light push. 
Jim the thug was thrown into the wall with so much force he 
almost went through it, leaving a clear impression behind as 
he crumpled to the floor. The other guy looked at the small 
shape of Emma with undisguised fear. How had she done that? He 
didn't really want to know. Jim was almost twice his weight, 
and she had just tossed him around single handedly like he was 
a soft toy. He made a run for it. But before he made his 
second step he found himself lifted from the ground, his feet 
dangling uselessly.
"I can't have you raising the alarm now, can I?" Still holding 
him with one hand, Emma carried him back into the room, taking 
Jim's still form as she passed and tossing him in ahead of 
them. 
Wondering if she could, Emma put the other guy down on the 
floor, and stared into his eyes as he rolled over to look back 
in terror. Her victim's eyes went suddenly dull as Emma tried 
to make him sleep. but she didn't know quite how to do it 
properly, and instead gave the poor man permanent brain 
damage. Effectively leaving him lobotomised. "I'll have to 
work on that," she noted as she felt his mind cease to 
function.
A little sneaking around and Emma was downstairs. Being able 
to fly helped no end. She was able to make her way through the 
house without touching anything. And her enhanced eyes had no 
trouble spotting laser triggered alarm systems which littered 
the whole place. Anyone on foot would have had to a gymnast to 
get through some areas, but Emma easily floated through the 
myriad of beams.
But the guards who stood outside the door down to the gym were 
unavoidable. Emma wasn't too worried. Her only concern was 
that the men might raise the alarm. She found no real joy in 
hurting people, and if they weren't aware she was here she 
wouldn't have to confront the entire household. For these two 
she chose a tactic that would render them unable to call a red 
alert.
"Who is that?" one demanded, his uzi instantly raised in 
Emma's direction. His partner mirrored this action. Even 
though she was fully aware how useless the guns were against 
her, Emma still got chill as she saw the barrels turned her 
way.
"How are you boys goin'?" she asked, hiding her fear well.
Both men dropped their jaws to their chests as Emma stepped 
around the corner. She had removed the torn remnants of her 
dress and stood there in her exotic hole-ridden lingerie. Emma 
had seen a lot of movies, included Demi Moore's Striptease. 
Using moves she had seen movie stars perform, she started a 
little seductive dance in the hall. Both men could suddenly 
hear music as she transmitted Simply Irresistable into their 
minds. She felt that song was appropriate somehow.
"I'm looking for Martin. I have a surprise for him."
While one drooled, the other man reacted much more violently 
to the overwhelming arousal she was inducing. Her display was 
way over the top, and the security guard could not control his 
very primal urge to take this woman. His Uzi forgotten, the 
man rushed Emma with another gun in his hand
Who had been expecting a reaction, but not the speed with 
which this experienced rapist moved. But the cruel man was 
very frustrated when he tried to force her down. His thick 
upper body was much larger than hers, and having done this 
many times, though never to one so young or nearly so 
gorgeous, the criminal knew that she must be less than half as 
strong as he. He felt a sinking feeling...something was very 
unnatural about this girl. But his appetite drove him on 
relentless. He tore at her clothes...
Before he could do any real damage to what remained of her 
clothes, Emma stepped back and reached out. A single hand on 
his chest moved him slowly away as he struggled in futility to 
be near the super-powered Emma.
"The surprise is for your boss, little man. But here's one for 
you." She gave him a solid shove with her palm, and felt a 
rush of excitement at the reult. The lusting fool was sent 
flying into his buddy with so much force the paintings and 
furniture against the wall were blow everywhere and a with a 
great whoosh and crash both men hit the door and it shattered 
with the force of such an explosive impact and went tumbling 
down the stairs.
"Oh Martin!" she called down to him, gloating over her 
impending arrest of one of Sydneys biggest crime figures.
Martin looked up from his bench in surprise when his men came 
crashing down. He jumped up as Ulay, who had been spotting for 
him, pulled out his gun. "What the fuck!" Martin wacked his 
panick buttton and all Emma's sneaking around was suddenly all 
for nothing as alarms ang througout the house. Not to mention 
the alarm down at the police station on his best paid 
captian's desk.
Then she was there. she entered so gracefully that Martin 
almost thought she was flying, her feet touching the ground 
just she passed the last step. "Come peacfully Martin," she 
suggested, her hands going to her hips as Ulay popped off a 
clip into her head chest. "Your a good shot, Greg. All that 
practice has really paid off." She started walking towards the 
terrified pair. "But as you can see, no bullets going to stop 
me. Why don't guys just give up?" 
Martin felt an erection growing his pants as Emma let loose 
with her sexual energies. Already she acknowledged that it was 
a very effective tool against men. But Greg Ulay was not a 
man, in the sense that he had lost that part of himself during 
a battle in Vietnam, and even as Emma's sexual power drove 
rational thought from the mind of his boss, Ulay moved in and 
let loose with thirteen years of intense training. He applied 
techniques from Korea, China, Japan, and new forms of the 
cruelest and most effective hand-to-hand combat known to 
modern man.
He stepped back, his hand and feet in great pain, and expected 
Emma, who hadn't blocked a single blow to her most vulnerable 
pressure points, to fall like a sawn oak. But still her hands 
rested on her hips.
"Impressive stuff!" she declared enthusiatically. "Got any 
more?"
Another barrage followed. Kicks, puches, elbows...everything 
he had in arsenal. But it was like he was belting his fists 
against a thick pole of tempered steel. 
"I'd like to know how you do that." Emma though out loud. She 
reached out and took the exhausted man under the chin. She 
lifted him into the air with such muscular ease that Ulay 
froze in fear. Because he was so much taller, the only way 
Emma could hold his feet clear from the ground was to float 
several feet in the air. When Greg realised what she was 
doing, he gave up entirely. "You can teach me a great deal, 
Mr. Ulay."
"I'd never teach a demon like you."
"Demon? I'm just a girl! And anyway, you don't have a chioce. 
I assure you that if I want to know what you know, I'll 
just..." 
He squirmed as he felt a great pressure in his head. All his 
mental defences were called to bear, then instantly crushed as 
he felt his very brain invaded by the girl who had already 
crushed his physical being without even exerting herself. He 
could feel his concsiousness driven to a dark corner as she 
sifted through his extensive knowledge. She tore from within 
him the greatest secrets of martial arts, tactics of covert 
operation, and also learned the security infrastructure of 
Martin's business. Unfortunately for Greg, she was still very 
clumsy and didn't understand fully how to conduct such 
information retrieval. When she left him, Emma forgot to 
restore him back from the dark corner in which the sharp 
awareness of Greg would live forever.
"Thank you, Ulay." She dumped him to the floor and regarded 
Martin while she gentle hovered over to land in front of him.
Only his solid erection saved him pissing in his pants.
"Please! Wait! How much are they paying you? I'll double it!! 
Tripple!!! You could work for me.."
"Shut up, worm." She said. Her commanding tone and the volume 
with which she spoke silenced him. "You're coming with me. 
This city is now free from you." Bending down, she lifted him 
to his feet. "Now let's go."
Taking him in a grip he could not hope to escape from, she 
flew up the ceiling and punched her free fist through, making 
a very large hole. She then made another hole in the thinkset 
wall of the intallian style villa, the fifety year old 
concrete crumbling against her steely arms.
Outside, Emma was glad to see that the police were already on 
the scene, saving her the trouble of finding a cop to 
surrender her prey. They were here and here in force, the 
flashing red and blue lights surrounding the building.
"Hey! Hold it right there!" one of the coppers called out as 
he spotted Emma and Martin. Every cop pulled their weapons and 
took cover, homing every barrel on the seductively dressed and 
very arousing Emma. "Put down that man and reach for the sky!"
"Here he is, guys! I got him!" she held him up for all to see.
"I said put the man down, Miss." He cocked his gun as Emma 
tilted her head curiously.
"You can relax fellas," she told them cheerfully, "Here he is. 
Martin. He's the ringleader."
Some dude dressed in black fatigues came running up with a 
snipers rifle and positioned himself on a bonnet. Emma 
realised that they were treating her like she was the 
criminal.
"Okay! Here take him." Emma dropped him, and the terrified man 
ran for the coppers. Emma smiled, expecting him to confess 
instantly in order to escape her. But he didn't do anything of 
the sort. Instead, Emma noticed that he seemed to know the man 
in charge, going straight up to him.
"She's dangerous."
"Who is she?"
"I don't fucking care who she is! Kill her, and make sure 
she'd dead."
Martin, having had this most enlightening conversation with 
the head copper, jumped into a waiting car and was off down 
the road. The sargeant then barked orders at his men, who took 
up positions.
"Wait a minute..." Emma started, putting up her hand in front 
of her. "I'm on your side!"
"Open fire boys. This ones a cop-killer."