Not the One: Return to Earth 9 By Dru Elizabeth was in a state of bliss as the large army actively tried to obliterate her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would find being the target of several thousand highly trained soldiers with state of the art equipment so erotic. But as she applied more pressure with her gentle unaided fingertips, running them deliciously over her steely new body, than even the largest artillery shell they had landed on her on managed to do, she realised she had never been so turned on in her entire life. When all the aircraft circling above had been called in to join the battle, Liz lay down on the wall of a shallow crater and watched as they released a smorgasbord of bombs and air-to-ground missiles. None of them landed more than five feet from her. The heat and force worked magic on her body, each blast giving her a fresh new high. The combination of the visual display and the gut wrenching noise coupled with the total inability of these toys to actually do Liz any harm drove her wild. The planes had moved on, circling and preparing for another attack run. Mortars and heavy machine guns continued to do their worst as Liz cooed, her hand slipping into places she knew she ??shouldn't be touching while so many men had their eyes trained on her. She didn't care...not anymore. What could they do to her? As she thought about this, Liz realised the true depth of the freedom she had. She could do whatever she wanted, with anything (or anyone) she wanted, whenever she wanted. And there was not a damned thing anybody could do about it. Well, anybody who wasn't the Unchosen, anyway. The planes completed another run, and then turned to head back to base for a reload. Attack choppers, thick as a swarm of bees, approached to replace them. Liz was more absorbed with the fact that her body had no need to recover between the rapid and incredible orgasms than the fact her flesh was utterly indestructible. It was now clear to the commanders that none of their weapons were doing anything to this perfectly proportioned powerhouse. Anything, that is, other than turning her on. The officer in charge stood on the high vantage point and was handed a pair of binoculars. "Thank you," he said, taking the large powerful binoculars and raising them to his eyes. The two words would be the last he spoke for many hours. The instant he focused on her, his body responded helplessly. Her expression was the opposite of what he had hoped to see. Her eyes were filled with satisfaction, hunger, and amusement. As he tried to come to grips with the reality of her beauty, she turned her head and looked him right in the eye. He nearly dropped the binoculars, but managed to catch them against his chest. He raised the binoculars again, but his target was now gone. Then the image went flesh coloured and very blurry. He did drop them this time, to see the former CBS intern hovering a metre from the edge of the building. She was eyeing him with a sexy and very suggestive smile, both hands filled with her breasts. Liz looked the smartly dressed officer up and down. He was cute. "I thought you might like a closer look," Liz told him, even as the other men on the roof with him all aimed guns at her.?? "On your knees!" one boldly ordered, shaking his assault rifle for emphasis. Liz giggled. "You guys are so stupid! Shut up and shoot, cowboy!" She placed both hands on her hips and thrust out her chest toward him. Out of nowhere, he stained his pants. His gun was shaking again, but this time it was involuntary. "Well?" Liz pressed. "Stop teasing a girl and pull the trigger, damn it!" She moved a little closer, relishing her ability to fly...an ability she had gained at the same time as the other girls. The increased proximity was all the encouragement the officer's guards required to start shooting. Liz almost squealed in delight, completing two involuntary spins to allow the lead to massage her back and sides too. It was like hundreds of tiny kisses placed with loving care all over her skin. Silence fell. So did Liz's bikini bottom as she hovered over the edge of the roof and placed her crotch over the officers face. The garment made a loud noise as it hit and damaged the roof. "How's this for a closer look?" she asked, as he began to drool over the strong scent of her arousal. With satisfaction, Lis saw his pupils dilate. "Well? Don't worry...it doesn't bite. But you can if you like!" The men assigned to guard duty looked on as the man they looked to for orders practically dove head first into Elizabeth's inviting love nest. One of them, particularly jealous, leant down to pick up Liz's bikini bottom. He let out a surprised grunt when he tried to pick them up. They appeared to be made of quarter-inch thick gold plate, somehow cut into a tiny thong, but he figured they must in fact be made of something completely alien to him. Because try as he might, and he was no slouch, the soldier could not lift the small garment from the ground. He couldn't even move them across it. They felt warm, but were about as pliable in his hand as the side of a tank. Yet on Elizabeth, they had appeared to be made of some padded cloth. Trying to understand what this meant, the soldier scratched his moustache. His idiosyncrasy brought the hand that head been testing the texture of the 'cloth' right up to his nose. When he inhaled his eyes went wide as he mind and body were suddenly ablaze with illogically powerful lust. He pressed his fingers to his nose and deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent. Even as a part of him screamed in protest, reminding himself that he was not a pervert and didn't sniff women's underwear, the highly trained and decorated soldier dropped to the ground and began to sniff deeply at Liz's discarded bikini, much to the annoyance of his fellows. But their expressions turned from disaproval to astonishment as he stiffened and fell to the ground writhing in obvious pleasure, occasionally twitching uncontrollably. Liz turned to watch as the other soldiers gathered around her temporarily unwanted item of clothing, aware that the man currently trying to tear her clitoris off with his teeth would soon run at out of puff. He was older than the rest, and was going at it just a little too hard and fast. It appeared that even the smell of her was enough to push men over the edge now, and before the officer ejaculated one last time and collapsed all the guards were too far gone to bother with. The scene was very pleasing to her. She had lived her life according to the whims of the men around her as long as she could remember. Now they were her toys. As she pulled on the bottom half of her bikini, which felt luxuriously soft against her skin, Lizzy though about what to do next. She was about to go get Harry when she realised just how many men were deployed in the ruins of the small town. She smiled, and sought the nearest group. Harry could wait. **** Susan was pleased to see her army in North Korea had completed its task for her. Hovering high over the country she watched as her superpowerful girls went about their duties. They had returned after the nuclear blast, all having agreed that when another nuke was deployed, no matter what province it was in, they would share the intense pleasure together.?? In each province Susan saw the population hard at work. In each case the girls had prioritised the same two things: Food production and munitions manufacturing.?? "Well done," Susan thought, sharing it with her team of ultra-soldiers.?? Turning her attention to her border patrols, she saw both Jessie and Rhonda darting from crossing to crossing, turning back everything from South Koreans looking to find family members to UN forces looking for a way in. Not even tiny drones got past their over-enhanced senses. Leaving her team to their work, deciding to reward them all later with some new abilities, Susan dressed herself in an elegant gem encrusted two-piece and a sheer sarong, then zoomed down toward Kim Jong-Un's personal fortress. Stopping outside to inspect the large facility, she found her target in a command centre deep within his underground bunker. Scanning their minds Susan was delighted at how thoroughly frustrated they all were. None of what had happened to their country made any sense to them. None of their weapons could help them. Not even their nukes. Half of them wanted to surrender, while the rest wanted to concentrate on killing the cilivians and adopting a scorched earth policy.??The debate was quite heated. Teleporting herself into the room, appearing out of the air before their very eyes and silencing every single one of them. Susan stood there completely relaxed and gave them time to take in her devastating beauty. Within??a heartbeat their very souls were hers. Waving a hand over the Great Leader, Susan took away his ability to speak while she addressed everyone else. "All the generals should be with their armies," she informed them. All those in military uniforms vanished with a gesture of Susan's hand, instantly teleported to be among their troops at various places along the border of the province. "The rest of you are no longer needed. Normally I would ask you to kneel and swear yourselves to me. But, to be honest, I just don't like you very much. How about I let the people decide what should be done with you?" One stood to protest. Susan raised an eyebrow and he was gone. Some of them were on their feet and making their way to the door, but it made no difference to Susan. With another negligent wave of her hand she sent them all out into the provinces, along with a silent instruction to her girls informing them to make sure the people knew who these dangerously greedy men were. If the people forgave the despotic men, then they would be allowed to live. Providing that they knelt before her warriors and swore to Susan their lives. She was aware that they wouldn't find much forgiveness, though. Kim Yong-Un found himself alone with her, and able to talk again. "Who are you?" he demanded, finding her beauty much more potent than the godlike women who had seized control of his country. "I'm the new Great Leader," Susan told him smoothly. "What are you going to do about it?" He looked around at the seats that Susan had emptied. Realising he was alone, Kim started to sweat even more. "You don't have the right. I am the true ruler of North Korea!" "Really? You still think this is your country? Do you feel in control, little Kim?" He most certainly did not. But pride prevented him confessing this to Susan verbally. "I tell you what, Grand Marshall. I'll give you a chance to keep your little Kim-dom. Want to play a game with me?" "What kind of game?" "The kind of game where you learn how insignificant you are, tiny. I've got a better idea! I'll fight you for it!" "Fight me for what?" "For the country, silly! I'll even stack things in your favour. Three fights...and if you can beat me just once then I'll leave North Korea and never return." Kim had seen the girls throw his tanks around like confetti. There was no way he was going to let this woman humiliate him. He opened his mouth to refuse her offer, and give some very good reasons. But that's not how things worked out. "Okay. But only if it's televised." "Good idea!" Susan agreed, as Kim slapped a hand over his treacherous mouth. The world around them went white, and became too bright for him. When he could no longer see bright red through his closed eyelids, Kim opened them to see that they were now in a boxing arena. He was wearing gloves and trunks. So was she, though her halter and trunks were much more elaborately decorated. She was even kind enough to give him a mouthguard, though she didn't bother with one herself.?? Susan watched Kim's expression as she started pointing her finger around the room. With each jab of her finger people appeared. She filled the commentators booths, manned all the cameras, put sound engineers in place, even brought in the catering staff. Kim was completely put out by her casual display of disturbing power. She finished by giving them a referee, and then as an afterthought waved both hands out in a grand gesture that summoned citizens to fill every empty seat in the arena. Everyone went straight to work. Lights came on, music boomed, and the crowd went wild as Susan waved at them. "Ladies and gentlemen of the world," Susan began, looking into a camera as she boosted the outgoing signal and hijacked every TV set on the planet. "I am the Unchosen. This is Kim Jong-Un. He has agreed to fight me three times for the right to rule. If he defeats me even once I shall call off my girls and leave North Korea. But if I win, then North Korea is mine. It's unfair, I know. Totally one sided, right? I mean, I have to win all three and he only has to win one! But that's how I want it. Now, let's get the show started, shall we?" As if he had been prepared all along for this, the referee moved between the pair. He looked to be about to deliver his "I want a clean fight" speech, but changed his mind. He nodded at the timekeeper, and the bell was struck. Susan just stood there as Kim backed away and cowered against the ropes. "You have to fight, Kimmy. You said you would!" "I can't! I can't beat you!" "I know. This isn't about proving that, Kim. It's about me having fun." "I won't fight you!" Susan smiled mysteriously. "Oh? I think you will. I think you'll try harder than you ever knew you could." With a look of confused horror Kim took on a very professional boxers stance and started moving in, ducking and weaving and showing some real skill in his movements. He fired off a punch, delivered with passion and style into Susan's cheek. He yelped in pain, Susan's smooth soft looking cheek offering no more give than the USS Missouri might if he had hit the side of that. For most of the first round Susan stood still as Kim was forced into throwing punch after punch, ??and with much more force than he would have used had he thrown them himself. He danced around her with eagerness and enthusiasm, neither coming from within, while she let her arms hang relaxed at her sides and offered no effort to evade. His fists just bounced harmlessly off her flesh. Harmlessly to her anyway. His damaged hands would have put a stop to his attack if he had any say in the matter. Susan was looking into his eyes as he struggled to stop. She didn't let him. But this was kind of boring for her too, with him being so much weaker than her. So just before the bell rang, she ended the fight. Gauging his reaction she swelled her muscles to frightening size and rapidly increased her height by two feet. His horror was quite clear in his eyes as he looked further up to meet her gaze, but he continued to fight like he was Mohammed Ali. She reached out one arm and placed it on top of his head, pushing him away so he was no longer able to land a blow with his shorter arms. He strained against his will, bending as much as he could to strike her...but his arms just swang in the air. "Do you feel powerful now, Kim?" she asked, tilting her head and smiling sweetly. "Let's get onto the next contest, shall we?" With care, Susan pushed him back into the ropes with enough force to have him spring back at her. Then she gave him a playful left jab that actually crushed his skull and launched him out of the ring. The ref chased after him and counted the former dictator out, despite the fact that he was quite clearly dead. Once he'd counted out the ten, he hopped into the ring again and Susan allowed him to raise her arm to declare her the winner. She lifted him off the ground as she stretched out into a victory pose and allowed the crowd to sing out praises to her while she negligently carted the referee around with her for a few victory lap. She dropped the ref and looked down at Kim' corpse.A click of her fingers and his head was healed. He took a deep desperate breath and opened his eyes, blinked twice, then let out a scream of pain and fear. "One down, Kim," Susan happily informed him. "Two to go." Susan gestured with her hand and the boxing changed dramatically. Suddenly there was a large metal cage that turned the ring into a cube, and there was no gate. Even the floor changed, as Susan replaced it with something far tougher. She wanted to let loose a little, and was aware that a standard boxing ring was no place to do that. The ref disappeared, to be replaced by new one. And they were both wearing outlandish lycra wrestling outfits. Hers was much more revealing and looked much more expensive than his drab costume. "You know the rules of WWF?" she asked. He shook his head. "Good. I don't either." The bell rang. "I thought you were supposed to be some sort of Superman," she remarked, waiting to see if he was prepared to try on his own this time. "You're pathetic. How about I make you into a superman? Would you fight me properly then?" Without waiting for his answer, Susan made another gesture and Kim was suddenly wearing a green and white parody of a Superman suit, with a badly "K" on his chest. He could feel power and strength flood his body, though he remained short and chubby. Yet still he hesitated. "Foolish girl!" he suddenly declared, though he was sure he had wanted to say something more like "I don't want to do this anymore." Susan stretched her large body, still a little amped from the boxing. Aware he was still unwilling to fight, she took matters once more into her own hands. It didn't matter if he didn't want any part of this. All that mattered was that Susan wanted to play with him. His feeble willpower was nothing to the power of her mind, and he became her puppet once more. As though he had been trained to wrestle since birth, the souped up former dictator moved in and tried a series of grapples. Everyone could feel the arena tremble as he applied the strength of Superman to the task of bringing her down. He grunted and groaned, trying over a dozen different moves. Each time he got into position and tried to manipulate her, his body shook with effort. Each time, however, the only part of Susan to move was her eyes. And then she picked up with one hand on his throat and hoisted him clear. Her fingers dug cruelly into his flesh and choked off his air and the blood flow to his brain. Before he passed out Susan tossed him negligently into the wall of the cage, which he slammed into with explosive force and rebounded away to slide past her feet, leaving the cage she had made completely unharmed. As he slid on by she gave him a negligent kick that launched him hard into the cage roof. He came down and rolled on the ground, clearly dazed. Despite the fact she had clearly held back a great deal, and the fact that he was in absolute agony and had two broken ribs, super-Kim found that he was throwing himself at her in an attempted body slam. She leant into him as he flew through the air and bumped him with her chest. Once more he was slammed into the cage with terrifying force. And once more he rose and came at her, this time going for a series of body blows. Blows that caused him tremendous pain, but did nothing to wipe her cheeky smile away. "As you can see...I am far, far stronger than Superman, Kim." She placed a fingertip carefully under his chin and flicked him up into the roof. He bounced off with terrific force and landed at her feet. She picked him, twisted his arms and legs together and compressing him cruelly into a crude ball, she swung him round and round over her head a few times and launched him at the cage wall again. Every bone in his Kryptonian body shattered and he splayed out on the super-harden floor. Even though he wasn't breathing, Susan placed a foot on his chest and pressed his shoulder blades firmly into the floor. Kim remained perfectly still until the referee had finished the count. Allowing herself to soak up the adulation of the crowd, Susan resurrected Kim in time to let him watch her walk victoriously around the ring. "Isn't this fun!" Susan remarked gleefully. "How about we try MMA next?" The cage morphed into an MMA ring, the floor changing shape under them. Kim realised he was now dressed appropriately, and he found himself rising to his feet. As soon as he was standing the bell rang. He just looked at her in total despair. "Come on Kim. How about I give you a bigger boost?" Susan reached out and touched his arm. His head span like a top as his strength multiplied rapidly. He just stood there. "I'm not going to force you to fight me this time, Kim," Susan informed him. "This time I'm just to kick your arse." She reached out and backhanded him, sending him sailing away. He found himself somehow colliding with her breasts. She took hold of him, turned him around and pulled both arms up behind him back, enjoying his cry of pain as she easily overpowered his massively improved muscles. He was fully aware how strong she had made him. He was also fully aware she had only made him this strong so he could last beyond that first backhand. The whole world watched as Susan let all the rounds play out this time. Each round she tortured her plaything in new ways. One round was spent just tossing him around. One round she just used her legs. The next she had used only her breasts to deliver blows that the Hulk would have had trouble matching on his best day. And so it went, until the final round where Susan used everything. "I hope you're having as much fun as I am," she told him, just before the bell rang to stat the last round. "And just to prove how nice I've been playing so far...check this out." The bell rang, and Kim rook a step back in abject horror as Susan's body swelled with thicker, even more sensual and tremendously more powerful muscle. His heart sank to new depth as he brushed her hand against him and sent flying. It was quite clear to the everyone who was watching he fight that Susan was applying far less effort in her attacks during this round. It was equally obvious that her attacks carried a lot more force now. Kim hardly touched the ground and Susan playfully knocked him about the ring. His supercharged body was quickly demolished under the might of her play-fighting, until she finally relented and stood over the broken and bleeding super-Kim. "I don't think anybody will dispute my victory today, Kim. North Korea is no longer under the yoke of your leadership. Now it's under mine." Susan picked him up with her left hand by the scalp and dangled him in front of her. "And now it's time to say goodbye, Asshole." With that, she delivered her first real blow of the fight. Her fist ploughed into his stomach with such extreme force that Kim Yong-Un simply exploded. If Susan hadn't included an invisible forcefield around the ring, the force of Kim's supercharged body exploding might have destroyed half the city. The excess energy of her punch certainly would have. Turning to a camera, Susan smiled.?? "That's all folks. But don't worry...there's going to more shows like this real soon."?? Around the globe, televisions everywhere returned to their regular scheduled programming.