The Desert Rose, part 1
by DEA
Mystical story of passion and love behind the normal world.


The car was speeding through a narrow, deserted road. The
six-liter engine was working on its maximum and the pointer
was reluctantly reaching the magical speed of 200 km/h. The
Zone of Transition was quickly getting nearer. I nervously
looked at the speedometer. 205, maybe. That's not enough, I
thought. Damn!

The car reached the top of the last hill and I saw the deep valley
of the Zone. The Zone was exactly 179 meters long and I had
to cross it in less than three seconds, which meant the deadly
speed of 215 km/h. I powered on till I felt the pedal being almost
crushed. Both compressors roared even more. 210.. 215.. 220..
the road changed into a thin gray line and with my peripheral
vision I could only helplessly see a heavy military truck on the
other hill of the Zone going against me. I swore and went on. In
fact, I had no choice anyway.

The rose-pink aura of the Zone emerged suddenly like a fog.
The three seconds took more than my entire life. It disappeared
similarly quickly and I saw the truck a few meters in front of me.
I hit it before I could even realize it. But what a hit! I came
through it!!

The car made a long jump over the peak of the sharp valley hill
and when it heavily landed back, I saw a figure sitting in the
middle of the crossroads before me. I swore again and stamped
on the brake. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!" screamed the brakes and the
car finally stopped in a side ditch, crushing a bike lying there, a
few meters from the person.

The figure got up and when the smoke broke up I realized it
was a beautiful girl. She came close to me and I could see
surprise in her dark blue eyes.

"Hi," she greeted me curiously.

"Hi," I replied, feeling like a complete idiot.

"Nice car," she said, "there aren't many of these kind…."

Silence. We both evidently didn't know what to say.

"Yea, these are pretty unique nowadays.." I responded and
looked at her more closely. I was stunned. She was half a head
taller and not only taller. She was big. Huge. I wasn't a small or
weak man, but I had to admit her legs were twice as thick as
mine. The same with her arms and chest and back and.. in fact
with her whole body. But it wasn't fat under her tanned, bronze-
like skin, it was muscles!

She was topless and wore only a pair of blue jeans shorts. The
sunset even more highlighted her beautiful contours and even
though I hadn't been able to imagine such a giantess I
immediately felt strongly attracted to her.

We both looked at each other again.

"Well, maybe it isn't the best idea to meditate on the
crossroads…" I tried to start a conversation to get the ball
rolling with the chick. My vigilance in this new world was
dangerously decreasing.

She smiled, revealing her marble-like white teeth. "Well, the
road is so bad that almost nobody uses it. It's maybe good
enough for a tank, but definitely not for an SSK."

I realized with horror that each movement of her big muscles
made me aroused more and more and I had to bow a little bit
not to let her see my erection.

I forced myself to look at the road and I had to admit that there
were holes in it like in Swiss cheese. Good. The Zone jump had
been successful. I’d shifted into another dimension.

The Sun was sinking behind the Desert Mountains and it was
slowly getting dark.
I looked at her broken bicycle "I'm sorry for the bike. Can I take
you home?"

"Yes, I'd like that," she smiled again, "and the bike doesn't
matter.”

I sat back and started the engine. However, the car was
wedged in the side ditch and the wheels only spun.

"You'll drive and I'll try to push it," I proposed to her.

She looked at me like I was nuts. Oops, something wrong, I
realized immediately. It wasn't hard to figure out. Her body…

"Uhm.. sorry. I'll drive, you'll push."

"OK," she said laughing.

Even so, it took us a few minutes to recover the car. Finally we
succeeded and she got in. I gasped in awe. Her arms and
breasts had swollen into huge proportions. My God, what
muscles she had! She looked calm and peaceful but being a
pro soldier and a killer as well, I couldn't get rid of a disturbing
feeling, that she could have killed me with one blow. I was
surprised that this image of my ribs being broken into splinters
and my heart being mashed by her unstoppable fist made me
aroused again.

"Can we go?" her voice broke into my weird erotic visions.

"Yea, of course." I replied quickly.

She smiled, putting on an almost transparent blouse and I had
a bad feeling that she was able to read my mind.

The countryside hadn't changed much. The old military base
looked like I left it a few hours ago and the houses in the first
village were almost the same. Unfortunately it was quite dark
when the first car was passing by, but though it looked a little bit
smaller and compact; it had wheels at least.

Andrea, that was the girl's name, was 32. When she said that, I
was stunned even more than with her muscles since she looked
like a teen virgin. Her face, at least! She was a pro soldier, an
officer, too, she was even a member of the same unit I used to
be. After a while, we spent all these introductory topics and
silenced.

Finally, she broke it and asked, "You aren't local, are you?"

"Well… why do you think so?" I tried to get some time.

"Because I haven't seen a man like you..," she continued.

"Many people tell me…" I decided not to trust her.

"You speak fluent Darmian, but you are not a Darmian," she
thought loudly.

"Maybe you are dreaming," I tried to confuse her, "You see
something, you hear something and it doesn't fit together."

"Maybe you are a spy. Where are you from?"

"I live in Brleen." I said. Brleen was the Capital with four million
people.

She smiled, "Everybody can say that."

I stopped the car. We were alone, far from the nearest village.
The only light was the Moon, gleaming through clouds.

"Would you like to interrogate me?" I asked provocatively.

She laughed. "Whoever you are, you are pretty crazy giving a
lift to a woman you don't know. You are lucky that I'm not so
horny today, else I would rape you like a toy!"

But I was too horny to be cautious.

"Maybe I'd like being raped by a girl like you," I gave her a clear
offer.

She swallowed and I saw her getting aroused too. I was
definitely something special for her. She thought about it for
while. Then she said, "well, what about having a cup of coffee
at my house?"

I started the car without answering her.

We arrived at her house. I knew the house, especially because I
remembered that somebody had been killed in it. A brutal
murder. I hoped I'd have better luck…
Andrea opened the door and let me in. She could hardly hide
her arousal.
I entered the living room and for the first time I could see the
technical progress. There were some items I couldn't recognize
at all and the whole room itself as well as the furniture looked
somehow different, modern.

She switched on a strange looking radio, which immediately
began to play, and went to the kitchen to make the coffee. I sat
on a sofa and looked around. The weirdest thing was a big
black box with a large square screen, looking like a big radar.
But a radar in a living room? What for?

Andrea came back bringing two cups of coffee.

She sat close to me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

I got erect again.

"Well, it seems you didn't lie," she chuckled when she saw it.

She stood up in front of me, letting her half-transparent blouse
fall down. "Don't be scared, boy. I won't hurt you." she
whispered and began to undress her shorts.

I helped her and my arousal reached its peak when I saw her
colossal thighs and womanhood.

"I won't hurt you. I promise," she repeated in a horny, trembling
voice.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grasped her big, hard buttocks and
strongly squeezed. They almost didn't move.

I knelt before her and began to lick her cunt, hugging her ass
and squeezing it against my face. She threw her head back and
moaned loudly. I worshiped her cunt and big, hard muscles and
buttocks and felt in Heaven. "Aaaa… go on, that's great," she
whispered.

Then I stopped. She looked at me lustfully.

"Rape me," I said.

She smiled.

"Rape me. Toy with me." I begged.

She lifted me up and strongly gripped my shirt in her big fists.
Smiling cunningly, she tore it off. Then she did the same with
my trousers. She clasped her mighty hands around my chest
and squeezed me hard against her potent, muscular bust. I
grunted as my air was forced out of my lungs. I tensed all my
muscles and tried to breathe in, but she was far too strong and I
felt my ribs painfully bending. But I felt wonderful.

"Do you like it?" she asked teasingly.

I nodded and tried to say something but no voice came out of
me. She giggled and tensed her muscles even more.

The pain overwhelmed the delight. I started to fight with all my
strength but both my hands were squeezed to my sides. I tried
to squeeze her legs between my own but it was like to try to
crush oak trunks. I felt growing pain in my whole chest and then
a sharp hurt in my back. That was too much.  I threw my head
back and wanted to hit her face with it, but the bulk of her bust
was so enormous that I couldn't reach it. She giggled again and
eased her iron grip a little bit. Anyway, I wasn't able to breathe
in at all. My face was getting red like a beet and my mind was
going numb.

Finally she released me and I dropped heavily on the sofa.

"You are pretty strong," she praised me, obviously satisfied. I
lay on the couch and caught my breath, feeling like a tube of
toothpaste in a vice.

She leaned over to me and gripped me in her vast arms like in a
cradle.

"Time for being raped, my love," she whispered tenderly, "don't
be scared. I said, I won't hurt you," she promised again and
carried me upstairs to the bedroom.

Andrea put me gently on a large bed and lay beside me. She
kissed me and I repeated her passion. I put my hands around
her strong waist, wrestling her on her back. She let me. I rested
on her large chest and began to caress her big, firm breasts
more and more powerfully. She moaned, obviously enjoying it. I
hugged her around her chest trying to squeeze her hard. I knew
it was useless and I loved it. She did, too. We wrestled but just
to satisfy each other's lust from feeling our hot bodies.

After a while, I opened her strong thighs and slowly and gently
began to fuck her. My breath shortened, heartbeat grew quickly.
I began to feel dizzy. It was too much for me that day. She
realized it and changed the position.  Sitting onto me, she rode
me like a horse. Her impressive body must have weigh over
300 pounds, but luckily, she tried being very smooth. Even
though I felt like being ridden by a mare and I knew I couldn't
stand it for long. Her cunt was milking my poor penis like a
vacuum cleaner and my waist was threating to give way at her
each ram.  Fortunately she came soon, almost crushing my
cock into a pulp inside her sexual cavern. She moaned and
finally stopped. When her twat released her iron grip I came too.
Our juices mixed and we both collapsed on the bed again. We
kissed and playfully wrestled. I completely lost time perception
ability. Then I fell asleep.
…

The sharp sunshine woke me up the next morning. I could
barely move. My whole body was sore, feeling like being run
over by a steamroller. I turned round painfully. Was that a
dream only? Then I saw the giantess sitting in an armchair at
the window, looking patiently at me.

"I see, we have a lot to talk about, colonel Seaman," she said
smiling.
…

The end of the first part
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thanks Seldom for helping me with the grammer.

Technical notes:
1 meter = 3.28 feet (179m = 587ft)
1 mile = 1,609 m
1 km/h (KPH) = 0,621MPH (215km/h = 133,6MPH)