MobGirl: Through the Ages 2 By Dru Zeus sat in his opulent home, built for him by Emily's slaves, thinking of happier times when he had controlled his own destiny. Now it was out of his hands. His decision to remain on Earth had been based on ideals of freedom, and yet led to an imprisonment more complete than anything Zeus could imagine. Only three of the original exploration team remained, the others having died over time in a variety of ways. That first day had seen the end of nearly half of them. Zeus had rested for weeks after that fateful day with Emily Lahey left him in a coma. Her uncompromising approach to sex had been the most common cause of death. Nightmares still haunted Zeus of the naked pleasure she expressed while those in her embrace cried out for entirely different reasons. She had told him all about her history in the future problem, hoping that the technology of the Kryptonian race would provide a way for her to return home. When Zeus had told her time-machines were a concept not even thought of by his people, Emily had revealed her disappointment vehemently to all present. Forbidden to leave the island, Zeus and his two fellow prisoners did not dare risk any further punishment. Zeus himself had nearly made it out of the solar-system once, only to be dragged back and toyed with for nearly a month solid. Emily made it clear, on many painful occasions, who was in charge now, and the rogue Kryptonian colony was unquestionably hers to do with as she desired. Venturing outside, Zeus wondered where on the globe his captor was playing today. Lately he had been troubled by how little Emily was showing signs of aging. While he and the others aged gracefully, their breathtakingly beautiful subjugator remained as youthful and vibrant as the day she had arrived and enslaved them. It had always been difficult to keep up with her, but as each decade rolled by Zeus found it harder still. At first it took days to recover from her energetic and selfish manipulations, but now it took weeks. Hercules and Apollo were both in bed. Emily had visited only three days ago, leaving Zeus alone but mercilessly extracting her satisfaction from the others. "Heartless bitch," Zeus observed, checking on his friends to see how their bones were healing. "Careful, powder-puff." Zeus jumped, whirling around to see the source of the familiar voice. "Mistress!" He dropped to his knees. "I was not talking about you!" Emily laughed hard enough to sway nearby trees. "Really?" "The servant girl..." "Oh stop it, you're not doing yourself any good." Emily was instantly at his side, her arm around Zeus and her disturbingly clear eyes locked with his. "And I let you off the other day. Was that heartless?" Drawing him around in front of her, Emily planted her tongue in his mouth and kissed him deeply and passionately. Zeus reacted as he had become trained to do, returning her passion as best he could. His lungs lost the battle, their contents drawn into hers and even his Kryptonian metabolism became starved. She broke off just before he blacked out, and head-butted him across the island into an already impact-scarred mountain. As Zeus exhumed himself from the stone the scent of his invincible oppressor overwhelmed him, and the anger melted from his brow. When he flew at Emily and assaulted her with all his unearthly strength, killing and escaping her were the last things on Zeus's mind. The frustration returned, stronger than before, when Emily refused to move for him. Instead, she took his arms and with deliberately un-hurried motion forced them away from her body. "Sorry, sweet-thing, but you need to be punished." She let him go, and as he moved in to get close to her she slapped him into the ground. As he came back out of the hole she grabbed him with one hand and slammed him repeatedly into the surrounding rocks, finally cracking his head against her crotch holding him there. As he breathed in through her moistened pubic hair Zeus felt the pain vanish and his body fire up with lust. He started licking her, and Emily responded by pulling him away and holding him up. "Let me show you what life would be like if I really was heartless." Zeus found himself tumbling through the air, moving much faster than he could have managed on his own. His fall was broken by the villa Emily had allowed him to enjoy for so long, and the villa was broken by his fall. It took several minutes for Zeus to recover, only to feel Emily's ache-making grip on his shoulder. "And if you rebuild it, Zeus, I will be very angry. From now on, you sleep outside." She shook him. "Understand?" "Yes." "What?" "I understand!" he cried, her grip grinding his tendons against the joint they operated. "Good." Zeus's world became a blur, and he felt himself pass through one of the few remaining walls before hitting something much harder than his own Kryptonian flesh. Emily had flashed into his flight-path to prevent him from flying out over the ocean. He crumpled into her bared mid-drift, breaking three ribs and his left collarbone, before falling to a more forgiving impact with the coastal rocks. He rose to a sitting position, clutching at his chest, and opened his eyes. The blue-sky was suddenly obscured by Emily's bare chest, and Zeus could feel her warm thighs on his. "Now let me show you what sex would be like if I was the bitch you think I am." Emily always enjoyed punishing her boys. When she hit them, she could feel it...which was very different from her experiences with the normal stone-age population. Rather than explode, her Kryptonian toys were still around for a second blow. And it seemed she could break almost every bone in their bodies and they still healed, ready again in just a few weeks for Emily's next game. "Please, Mistress! I didn't..." Emily closed his mouth with her hand, making him bite his tongue. "Will you shut up? It time for you to pay attention." A flick of her wrist slammed him down, and her hand fell on his chest to push him a little deeper into the rock. Usually, Emily wouldn't engage in passion on the ground. She preferred to float through her orgasms in the stratosphere, where her releases caused no damage. But not today. Zeus had given her an excuse to try something different. Lifting herself up, she took him in without relaxing herself as she normally would. Zeus winced, and bit down on his scream. Leaning over and letting her hair fall on his face, Emily watched his expression carefully as she clenched herself, lifting him with a movement of her hips and releasing him back to the ground. She bit her smirking lip and slid firmly back down, grasping him once more with learned self-control and lifted him again. He blinked when she dropped him, and winced when she bashed their hips together with exaggerated motion. "You like that?" she asked in a whisper, not breaking her steady rhythm. "Personally, I think we're going a little a slow." Over the next few minutes, Emily increased the pace exponentially until Zeus could no longer see her clearly. The ground shook with enough force to produce a threatening rumble, the earthquake collapsing the rest of the island's buildings. But Zeus was hardly concerned by the destruction. While the first several movements Emily made on top of him squeezed Zeus painfully, they had been quite enjoyable. As she accelerated into her own state of awareness, however, without easing up her incredible grip, the Kryptonian was maliciously robbed of any pleasure. As the landscape began to change, and Emily blurred even more, Zeus began to cry out in a long unwavering declaration of agony. "What's wrong, Zeus?" Emily asked, stopping to study his face. "This is the most fun I've had in decades. Stay with me, now!" Emily resumed, starting off slow and speeding up until Zeus started screaming again. She kept going long after he stopped his unbroken cry, ceasing only to rouse him if he lost consciousness. Night fell, and still Emily pumped away. She was thrilled by the changes her energetic efforts with Zeus were making to her island. The mountain she had bounced her toys off of for nearly a century crumbled in one landslide after another, and no trees stood to see the sunset. But her thrill was paled into insignificance by the thousands of peaks she experienced. Realizing shortly after dawn that Zeus wasn't going to survive much longer unless she relented, Emily started building herself up toward a climax. As the ocean surrounding the island churned, and the island itself tore apart at the seams, Emily achieved her goal. The release of energy was astounding, and sent shockwaves tearing through the rubble. When Emily opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from above them, she looked around at the unrecognisable upturned earth of the surrounding environment and smiled. "I think we'll do that again sometime," she told her semi-conscious love-toy. Hovering away from the molten stone and the half-dead Kryptonian, Emily sought out her other two playthings. They were encased deep in the rubble, but were otherwise alright so she left them there. Flying out over the ocean Emily scanned the globe looking for something else to do. It never took long to find a new game, as Emily had more than enough toys to play with. The hard part was choosing. Today was no different. Ignoring the regions she had conquered recently, Emily flashed across the sky toward new grounds. She was pleasantly surprised to find a series of fortified towns, and after listening and watching for a few moments her lightning fast mind grasped their simple language. Choosing one of the larger settlements, Emily circled high overhead and made sure there were a few soldiers. In need of clothes, Emily turned her piercing eyes toward the surrounding jungle. A tiger lay in wait near a waterhole, waiting for a thirsty animal. Emily took a liking to his stripes, and decided they would make a fabulous halter and skirt. Dropping toward the waterhole she let the soles of her feet disturb the still water. The tiger didn't attack. The beast had seen many humans, but never humans that fell out of the sky like eagles. The big cat's senses warned him of danger, and Emily could see that she would have to provoke him. Raising her chin. Emily blew into the forest canopy and destroyed the animal's hiding place. The cat fled through the forest, but Emily rose a few metres into the air and lit a fire in front of fast animal, running her eyes in a wide circle around him to trap him. She then flew slowly through the hot flames, letting the terrified and confused cat see the fire lick her body. With no other options available, the tiger leapt ferociously. Emily held her arms behind her back and lifted her head to give the experienced killing machine an open shot at her throat. Ploughing into her with all the momentum he could muster the tiger slashed at her with all four sets of claws. Normally his prey would fall, and the claws would draw massive amounts of blood as the tiger landed on top. But this time the prey didn't fall. In fact, the prey didn't budge even a fraction of an inch. And the claws found purchase only to be ripped out or snapped painfully away. The terrible sound the animal made as it backed away filled Emily with pride. She never tired of winning every fight, whether her chosen foe was man or beast. The cat could not escape, and instinctively went back on the offensive. This time when Emily presented her throat the beast went for it, running up and slashing his bleeding paw across it. The few claws remaining were gone as the cat limped back. He jumped again, his jaw closing on Emily's throat. Emily could feel the teeth applying an impressive, yet ignorable, amount of pressure as the animal kicked at her. She could hear the cracks in the animal's jaw. Before the teeth broke Emily brought one of her hands around from behind her back and grasped the tigers furry throat. She pushed her hand smoothly up and out, completing the destruction of his teeth and keeping the thrashing creature off the ground. "Bad kitty." Squeezing her tougher-than-titanium grip she felt and heard the giant cat's neck crack and shatter, the movement to escape becoming no more than involuntary twitches. Going into hyper-mode, Emily used the immeasurable strength in her fingers to remove dead tiger's skin. Practiced use of her heat-vision tanned the hide without harming the all important fibres of hair. A moment later Emily flew clear of the forest fire she had callously created and landed not far from the well-defended town. Admiring the perfect fit of her clothes, glad there was enough of the hide left to make new ones after her game, she stepped out of the trees and strode toward the four men guarding the main gate.