Mob-Girl Through the Ages3
By Dru



The scout returned just after breakfast.

"Well? Is there an army out there or not?"

"I found the men you sent last week, my King. They were dead. But I found no
evidence of what attacked them."

"I will return to the castle," the King decided. The risk to his own life was
too great to stay out here in the field. "I want you to take the army to the
village and bring the serfs to the safety of Frey's Keep."

General Rendu took his helmet off and touched his brow in the peculiar custom
of their military. "Rawson will accompany you, Your Majesty. I will see you in
three days."

"Show these invaders the furious anger our people feel at their attacks!" The
King called his personal guard around him, and rode toward the safety of home.

Emily was surprised by the number of men General Rendu commanded. Floating up
a little higher she watched the King retreat to safety. He was defenceless
against her destructive might no matter how thick or high his castle walls, so
she let him go. One thing she had learnt over the last fifteen centuries of
her life was not to rush things.

She landed on the far side of a hill in the path of the marching troops and
waited as they approached. Watching them through the mound and listening to
their banter, Emily awaited the coming battle with great anticipation. These
warriors fought bravely, and more fiercely than any she had defeated before.
Crushing them would be the most fun she'd had in years.

The first group crest the hill, proceeding without hesitation toward the oddly
dressed young woman barring their path.

"Step aside, wench!" one of the better dressed officers ordered loudly as they
drew ever closer. "The King's Army marches here!"

"To where does the King's Army march?"

"Off the road, woman!! ‘Else feel the heels of two thousand men!"

"You're journey is at end, soldier-boy. I'm the enemy you seek."

"I have no time for this! We're on our way to war!"

"I am your war," Emily told him coldly, walking toward them and closing the
shrinking gap.

The man she had been speaking to gestured to a few of his men.

"Remove the wench from our path!"

The four men ran forward and Emily smiled at them. They all grasped at her
firm body, trying to pull her off the road. Emily just kept walking, shoving
the men gently aside. Her gentle shoves sent them screaming over the tree-line
one by one. The other soldiers were more than a little startled.

"Kill the witch!" the commander ordered, certain than the General would
approve his command. The surprised soldiers drew their weapons and let out a
fierce cry. Emily slapped her hands on her hips and waited for them to charge
in. They soon had her surrounded, those who could get close enough to swing
their swords and axes did so eagerly. Remaining otherwise perfectly still,
Emily turned her head to watch the weapons clash with her tanned skin, amused
by their surprised expressions as their most powerful efforts went wasted
against her impenetrable flesh.

"I'm no witch," she declared, putting her hands on the men flanking and
shoving them away, sending them and those behind them explosively into the
trees beside the road. "I'm way more powerful than that."

The soldiers stopped, unsure of what they just saw. But their officer urged
them forward, much to their foe's delight. The General crested the hill to see
what the war cry was all about, and looked on in horror as his hardened
warriors fell before the untrained blows of the most attractive woman he had
ever seen. Rendu watched the lone, unarmed woman destroy a large piece of his
army, and felt a growing sense of dread. He could see the determination of his
men to slay the witch, their blows fast and furious. Their single opponent
waded through them casually tapping and flicking the larger men into oblivion.
Blow after heavy blow did nothing to stop her. The only time he saw her empty
hands form fists their blows sent nearly two dozen men flying in all
directions. The General felt a cold chill as he tried to comprehend the
situation he faced.

"Fall back!" he called, and the remaining soldiers retreated from their
clearly invincible enemy. Rendu was staring at his opponent, watching her
laugh at his warriors as they fled up the hill. Then she was gone.

"Nice army you have here," Emily told him, moving in beside the General so
fast she seemed materialise out of thin air.

Kicking his horse in the flanks the General and his personal guard made a
break for the marching troops. Emily stood there on top of the hill and
watched him go. She listened in when he ordered the cavalry up the hill at
her, and saw the two hundred horseback riders move out as that command was
relayed through the column.

She stood her ground as the horses rumbled over the terrain toward her, and
war cry went up among the riders. Emily crossed her arms and allowed the first
riders to pass by, their weapons striking her in several places. One of them
tried trampling over her, the poor horse breaking to an instant stop against
Emily's powerful body. The rider was launched over his target's head, rolling
to his feet only to be run over by his startled comrades. Emily lifted the
dead horse and threw it at her attackers, taking down a considerable number of
them.

For the next twenty minutes Emily was a blur to all observers. Sometimes she
just appeared in the path of a galloping warhorse, letting the animal buckle
against her flesh. Several times she landed behind a saddle to crush the horse
with an easy flex of her long legs. Emily's gracefully annialation of the
cavalry took only a few minutes, leaving her toys with only injuries...a
missing limb or a broken spine to remind them of their encounter with her
incomprehensible might.

Throughout the exercise she could feel her arousal growing. Using the abundant
power she possessed like this always got Emily very horny. Pushing the last
mounted man through his horse and into the ground, she looked around at the
horrific mess that had moments before been a horde of fearsome fighting
machines.

Landing back on top of the hill Emily waited for Rendu's next move. She didn't
wait long before his archers were called up and a hail of arrows fell, all
within a few metres of her. Those that hit her face and shoulders fell to the
ground with their shafts broken or shattered.

Emily picked a rock up as more and more arrows piled on the ground around her.
She held the stone in front of her face and blew on it as she slowly crushed
it in her fist. As the dust and fragments fell away they were caught by the
jetstream she produced and turned into tiny missiles. More than a third of the
archers were mowed down by the deadly projectiles Emily blasted at them.

"General! We must flee!"

"We cannot show her the way to Frey's Keep," Rendu told his man firmly. "This
must end here."

With a mighty cry of bloodlust the infantry ran at their mighty enemy, the
archers dropping their useless bows and joining the charge. The first few
started swinging mighty blows with their axes while the rest formed a thick
ring of warriors around their fearsome enemy.

Smiling at them, the inhumanly powerful young woman raised her hands to
massage her hair. Their blows were not entirely wasted. Emily was beginning to
get aroused, she felt the warmth of desire well within her and embraced it. As
each soldier tired, they stepped aside to let a fresh warrior at her. The
barrage continued unabated so Emily relaxed and enjoyed their confused
battering.

Lowering her arms to her hips she smiled at another towering warrior swinging
his axe at her. The others around him stepped back, and the wild-eyed
berserker brought the axe down on her from just about every angle he could.
Behind her, the mob continued to poke and hack at her with their own weapons.
Ignoring them, Emily watched the big berserker slowly realise that his efforts
were doing absolutely nothing. His fierce expression faded, and he moved away
to let someone else in.

The scent she delivered into the air nagged at her fierce attackers for a
moment, then became overwhelming to their senses. Emily grew more aroused as
she watched the men falling one by one under the spell of her
super-pheromones. In the length of two heartbeats the soldiers went from
swinging their weapons with howls of rage, to dropping them with whimpers of
lust. Their war cry went up again, with a clear note of hunger, and the mob
surged into her.

Caressing herself a thousand times harder than the army managed with all their
desperate attempts at rape, Emily quickly approached her first orgasm. Holding
back her cry, she controlled her breath and watched the sexual energy
discharge into the mass of men surrounding her. They yelped, struck to the
ground as her carefully restrained orgasm whomped violently through them.
Turned on by her own overwhelming abilities, Emily became a blur to their eyes
as she worked herself up to another. This time she cried out as it hit, and as
she started into her third none of the army remained. When she was finished,
Emily hovered over a charred crater, the stones still smoking from the heat of
her passion.

Remembering her Kryptonian slaves, she sighed with regret. Even though they
had been so much weaker than her, they had been able to satisfy her in ways
the men of this world could not. Leaving the desolate hole behind her, Emily
soared into the upper atmosphere and streaked toward her island home.

Watching the monitors, none of the Kryptonians were prepared for what they saw
unfold.

"We must hurry."

"The ship cannot travel any faster."

"We‘re almost there, General. Just a few more minutes."

"Wake the telepaths, I want them ready."

Landing in the north tower, Emily removed her war-torn clothes, and tossed
them into the fireplace. Taking the outfit she had been wearing the day Luther
banished her to the past she got dressed and went out to her rail-less
balcony. Stepping off the edge, she floated down over her castle's magnificent
courtyard and into her thrown room.

"Welcome back, my Queen!"

Looking around, she waved at her large audience. The throng of her devoted
subjects hailed her arrival with a cheer, but Emily felt some of them were not
being very enthusiastic about it. Flying the length of the hall Emily landed
comfortably on her high thrown, which was perched atop a ten foot column of
gem encrusted white gold.

"Enough!" she commanded, dismissing the cheers with a short wave.

"My Queen, there is a messenger from Europe."

"What do they want?"

"He claims that a feud between the clans of his people may get out of hand. He
requests an audience with you."

"In a minute. Right now I need to talk to you all about your attitude." Emily
leaned back and got comfortable. "Some of you don't seem to appreciate me. Now
I go out and work hard at having a good time so I don't get bored around here.
You all know what happens when I get bored, don't you? So out of the goodness
of my heart and generosity of my spirit, I take myself to other places and
make my kingdom bigger. And all for you, my loyal subjects. So when I come
home, I would like to see some fucking appreciation!"

"But, Great Superior One, I don't understand...we all cheered for you! And
later, when you go, everyone has flowers to throw in the air so you may float
through them!"

"That's very nice, but when I flew in here just now I heard a few cheers that
weren't really that impressive. When you cheer for me, I want your whole heart
in it. Remember: Even though I am a god I still need your love. Now then,
where's this European guy?"

Her master of ceremonies bowed so deeply his chin nearly hit the floor. He
moved away and gestured to a man Emily recognised as being German from his
large build and odd clothes.

"What do you want, German?"

"Our people need help. Long have we paid tribute to The Queen of the World.
Long have we sent our strongest warriors to your service, and now our people
face a threat from our neighbours."

"What are you talking about?"

"There are tribes in the north of our lands who no longer have belief in you,
my Queen. Their leaders do not remember you. They are attacking our villages,
and killing your most loyal subjects."

Thinking about it a moment Emily realised she hadn't been to inspect her
oldest conquests in a very long time. She had planned to just stay home for a
while and relax in her palace. But the idea of crushing power-hungry tribesmen
appealed to her.

"Then they need reminding of just who's in charge, don't they." Floating up
Emily landed in front of the large German. "Name the worst tribe."

"They are led by a man who calls himself the Great Bear."

"Wait here. I'll be back."

Emily callously left with too much haste, her rapid passage from the hall
leaving everyone in it sprawled on the floor, the flowers they had planned to
toss in the air still in their hands. Looking back she laughed at them as her
island disappeared beyond the horizon.

Reaching the area of Europe that would one day become Germany, Emily scanned
the region with her ears until she heard people talking about the Great Bear.
Just as she heard the name, Emily felt something she had not experienced since
the day she had been banished into the past by Luther. She felt pain.

It gripped her from behind her eyes, and she found herself incapacitated and
tumbling toward a forest far below. As she fell she saw something streaking
toward her. Several something's. Missiles. Someone was shooting missiles at
her. Through the pain she sought their source and discovered something she had
never seen before. A spaceship. The missiles impacted, but did not hurt her.
The pain inside her head was far worse. The last missile engulfed her in flame
just as she ploughed in the earth.

Emily's state of confusion was further increased as her own hands started to
attack her. Her fingers wrapped themselves around her neck, and started to
squeeze. This frightened her more than the sudden pain, more than discovering
the spaceship, and far more than the missiles. For the only hands she knew
could possible choke the life out of her irrationally strong body were own.
The only fingers capable of stopping the vital blood-flow to her brain were
now doing just that, and Emily wasn't controlling them...

"The telepaths attack is working, General. The renegade has no idea what's
going on."

The General turned to look at the circle of telepaths displayed in his
monitor.

"Is the landing team ready?"

"Yes, General."

"Send them down."

"'Sir."