The Cyberspace Goddess                           	
by Emish  (psyberdude@compuserve.com)                         	
Splendidly muscled women-of-the-future wrestle for sexual domination.
Update: 31/12/1997 to misc3


Chapter One - The Cyberspace Goddess 

As she slowly pulled back the gossamer thin sheet covering the body, 
Nadia's eyes widened with surprise. She quickly slid the white sheet 
down across the broad shoulders and the deep, powerful chest. The 
revealed upper torso was exceptionally well-muscled with sinews that 
appeared to have been carved from marble by a master sculptor's hand. 
And, despite its size and the intricately etched muscularity, it was 
quite obvious that it was a woman's body. A pair of superbly formed 
melon-solid breasts rode that wide chest, insolently jutting upward like 
two twin peaks of perfection. 

Nadia whipped the sheet completely off the unconscious figure with an  
impatience that was mirrored in the frown that creased her forehead. She 
stood there, eyes roving up and down the sun-bronzed form on the 
hospital bed, quietly examining the woman's magnificent physique. 

There was something about the woman's splendidly formed body that sent 
quick shivers of excitement  rippling up and down Nadia's spine. It was 
without doubt the most powerfully muscled female form that Nadia had 
ever seen; a physique that seemed almost alien, obviously super-human.  
There was a strange aura that emanated from the woman on the hospital 
bed, even as she lay there unconscious, an aura of extraordinary 
physical power. 

Nadia reached down, letting her fingers trail along a broad shoulder, 
across the massive deltoid, and down over the sculptured solidity of the 
woman's heavy bicep. The skin was cold to her touch, almost frozen, and 
the flesh was as hard and slick as ice. Nadia's long slim fingers slid 
around the woman's upper arm, but it was so firmly packed with muscle 
that Nadia's grip could not even begin the encompass it's dense 
circumference of solid sinew-sculpted flesh. 

The tall blonde stood there with a bemused look on her beautiful face. 
She found herself remembering how it had felt to be locked within the 
strong clasp of that pair of muscled arms, what it had felt like to be 
captured within the powerful grip of Amazonish strength that Nadia had 
barely been able to overcome . . . even with her own biologically 
enhanced super-strength! How that big body had felt against her own as 
they had wrestled in slow motion, nude-muscled combat. The erotic memory 
sent another flurry of sensation scampering along the nerveways of her 
body. 

Almost in a daze, Nadia loosened her grip around the  bicep and let her 
hand trail on across to the woman's magnificent chest. Her slightly 
trembling fingers slid along the underslope of one big breast, testing 
the yielding solidity of the female tissue. Although it seemed 
impossible, Nadia knew intuitively that there was no silicone 
enhancement to the shape of this splendid breast cupped in her hand. 

As her fingers slid across the sleek rubbery surface of the big breast, 
Nadia discovered that she was beginning to become aroused. She almost 
shuddered from the barely supressed erotic stimulation that the slow 
examination of this superb Amazonian body was giving her. 

But what was really beginning to excite Nadia the most was the thought 
that what she was doing held great danger. What would happen if this 
magnificently muscled woman were to suddenly awaken from her state of 
unconsciousness! Nadia already knew, from past experience that she would 
be hard-pressed to vanquish the other woman's alien strength, that this 
huge Amazon laying there before her could potentially defeat her in 
hand-to-hand combat. But instead of that realization causing the tall 
blonde to desist, it deliciously and perversely goaded her on. 

She moved her thumb and forefinger to the flat circle of the woman's 
large, perfectly formed nipple, pinching it with only the slightest of 
pressure. Suddenly, like a slowly emerging flower bud, the brown 
slightly puckered circle of flesh began to surge upward against Nadia's 
fingers. The movement sent another shiver shimmering up and down Nadia's 
spine . . . and she began to feel the tell-tale tingle of arousal down 
within the inverted V between her own strongly muscled thighs. 
Perspiration beaded her brow, and Nadia felt her heart begin to hammer 
within her chest. 

Then, virtually without thought of what she was doing or the possible 
consequences of her action, Nadia bent down quickly and took the slowly 
thickening nipple between her gleaming white teeth . . . and bit down, 
gently! 

Instantly there was a beep from the squat life-support module next to 
the bed, a beep followed by a staccato pinging that rose in intensity as 
the nipple began to swell between Nadia's fingers. She whipped her hand 
back, catching her breath with a hiss of surprise. 

"She can feel that, you know," spoke a man's voice behind her. 

Nadia spun around as lithely as a cat, her eyes narrowed dangerously, 
the tall, slender body poised like a ballet dancer ready to execute a 
leap. Where but a split-second before her body had been all soft-smooth 
flesh and lithe womanly curves, there were now an aroused and very 
visible muscularity rippling just beneath the surface of her golden 
skin. Whoever it was that had broken her reverie was in more danger than 
they could possibly realize. But then Nadia saw who had spoken. 

It was Peter Breenan, chief of Medical Research for the project who 
stood there. Nadia relaxed slightly, but her eyes watched the man with a 
wariness born of long practice. 

Dr. Breenan reached over and flicked a switch on the chrome instrument 
panel, cutting off the beeping alarm.  Then his sky-blue eyes swept 
across the dials, taking in at a glance the data displayed there. 

"Volta can feel, but she can't yet move," Dr. Breenan continued. "And 
thank goodness for that," he sighed. 

As he spoke, the doctor's hand slid along Volta's long, heavily muscled 
leg almost as absent-mindedly as if he was stroking a cat. His fingers 
traced along the icy flesh, feeling the way corded sinews were layered 
in woven matrices of strength to form striations along the powerful 
thigh. 

Not for the first time, Breenan found himself wondering what it would 
feel like to lay between those mighty thighs, to have them scissored 
snuggly around his hips, holding him captive within the prison of her 
strength, as he fucked this superb Amazon into a shuddering orgasm. 

Then, with a stiff smile, he chuckled at the improbability of his 
fantasy and of such an event ever taking place. He flicked a quick 
glance at the woman standing beside him, and realized that he'd have far 
better luck with her than Volta. Peter Breenan's mind was never far from 
the thought of sex! 

His eyes swept quickly up and down Nadia's slim figure, noting the 
similarities of the tall blonde's body to the woman there on the 
hospital bed. Both women possessed impressively muscular physiques, but 
in vastly different degrees of development. Where Volta's statuesque 
figure looked like that of a heavyweight-class bodybuilder, Nadia's 
looked like an Olympic-level track and field athlete. Her lower body 
with those long perfectly formed legs was a little more powerfully 
developed than her upper torso, whereas in Volta's case there seemed to 
be no distinction. Both women, however, exuded the promise of nearly 
super-human strength! 

Now here was the person that might give Volta a ride for her money, the 
medical director mused silently as his eyes caressed Nadia's lithely 
muscled curvaciousness. The fact that he knew all about the lovely 
blonde's extraordinary powers . . . powers of strength and stamina which 
surpassed ANY other normal woman's abilities . . . played a part in his 
bemused speculations. Oh yes, he chuckled to himself, what a match-up 
THAT would be. And he'd be first in line to buy a ticket to such a 
contest regardless of the price! 

Meanwhile, Nadia was doing some delicious daydreaming of her own. Her 
thoughts flashed back to the first time she'd seen the woman who lay in 
front of her, that first fateful meeting with Volta. 

It had been on one of her constant business flights to the East Coast. 
As usual, Nadia had booked her favorite seat assignment, 33-A. It was 
far enough back to diminish the distracting light flickering on the 
movie screen, close to the lavatories, and conveniently on-the-aisle for 
quick egress should the need arise. When she'd boarded, her seat-mate 
was already in place, but really all Nadia could establish was that it 
was a woman. She was a VERY large woman, though, judging by the bulk of 
her blanket-swaddled body. The woman had pulled the too-thin blue 
blanket up to her chin, positioned the smallish pillow around her head 
in such a way that it blocked any view of her profile, and for good 
measure turned her face toward the window. And, despite the seatback 
being in full forward position for takeoff, the woman was obviously 
sound asleep. 

That was fine with Nadia. She needed to get some work done on her Mac 
Powerbook, as soon as they were airborne and the computer could be 
safely activated. And she just as soon not have a stranger peering over 
her shoulder at the words on the small backlit screen. 

It seemed like only moments later that the beverage cart was bumping its 
way down the aisle. Nadia glanced up from her computer as the flight 
attendant asked what she'd like to order.  She smiled up at the 
uniformed woman, and nodded her head in a quick no-thank-you movement. 
Nadia had learned long ago what airline food and drink could do to one's 
body, so she carried her own mineral water and veggie snacks. 

Then, surprisingly, the attendant reached across Nadia to jiggle the 
shoulder of her seat-mate, who was obviously still asleep. It was a 
gesture that puzzled Nadia. She knew that the flight attendant 
Operations Manuals explicitly forbid the interruption of a passenger's 
sleep for such a non-emergency situation. It suddenly occurred to Nadia 
that the attendant was probably as intrigued by the mysterious woman as 
she was . . . or else there was a much more important reason for this 
seeming dereliction of duty! 

In any case, the split-second the mystery woman felt the touch she was 
awake . . . if  "awake" was the term to be used. At full battle alert 
would be closer to what Nadia observed. 

The woman's powerful body was free of the restraining blanket instantly; 
her eyes searching the immediate area like radar, the superbly sculpted 
muscles along her now clearly revealed bare arms and powerful shoulders 
flexing like snakes beneath the supple golden flesh. One hand had 
snapped around the attendant's wrist so quickly that Nadia never even 
saw the move taking place. The other hand was balled into a fist, cocked 
and ready to strike. 

The flight attendant's face was frozen in utter disbelief, her eyes wide 
with terror at what had just taken place in that split-second. The 
fingers locked around her arm were like a steel animal trap, almost 
crushing the fragile bones of the attendant's wrist. The attendant let 
out a scream of pain and tried to pull away, jamming up hard against 
Nadia's shoulder as she twisted in the woman's relentless grip. The 
scent of fear was as sharp as sweat to Nadia's nostrils, as the flight 
attendant suddenly screamed out again in sheer agony. 

"That's  enough!" Nadia spat out to the woman seat beside her. As she 
spoke, Nadia brought a hand up to grasp the woman's arm. It was like 
gripping a solid steel bar. 

The woman swung her head around, her pale gray eyes spearing Nadia with 
a look of bemused inquiry. She gave her seatmate an icy smile that 
contained no hint of mirth. Then, like a striking snake, her free hand 
reached down to grasp Nadia's wrist, and with a quick twist brought the 
blonde down to her knees between the seats. The woman sat there, with a 
hand around each of the other two women's wrists, locking them both into 
total immobility. 

To the casual observer . . . if indeed ANYONE could have been casual 
about the drama that was unfolding . . .  it must have appeared as if 
the mystery woman was expending little or no effort.  But Nadia knew 
that this was not really the case. She and the woman were locked in a 
silent test of strength. And from the look of surprise that flashed 
across the woman's coldly beautiful face, she had not expected the power 
being exerted by Nadia's own lithely formed arm. 

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Cyber-Goddess Chapter Two 

As Nadia stood over Volta's unconscious form, remembering the first time 
she'd come face-to-face with the Space Amazon in that airplane, the door 
to the recovery room suddenly swung open. Framed in the doorway was a 
spectacularly beautiful woman dressed in a nurse's white uniform, a 
silky garment that clung to her sinuous curves like a second skin. 

She was not as tall as Nadia's own five-eight. But the woman obviously 
out-weighed Nadia by a good thirty pounds of densely packed muscle. Her 
broad shoulders, coupled with the wide-spaced thrusting breasts, 
stretched the uniform almost to the bursting point. Except for the 
powerful chest and shoulders, the woman was slim hipped and trim, her 
superbly conditioned body without so much as an extra ounce of fat. 
Hidden by the white skirt, her long legs revealed only the sculpted 
curve of her firm, clearly defined calves. But hinted at were powerfully 
sinewed thighs flowing downward from solidly rounded buttocks. She moved 
like a professional athlete, and looked the part, too. 

"I see that Volta is still out," the nurse croaked out in a gravelly 
voice that was barely audible. Nadia winced at the sound of the woman's 
voice. It was, after all, Nadia's fault that the woman sounded that way. 
It had been an accident, occurring during Nadia's enhancement training, 
that left the woman almost without a voice. Actually, the woman was 
lucky that her windpipe had not been crushed instead of merely damaged. 

"Yeah, Lena, out like a light", murmured Dr. Breesan as his dazzlingly 
blue eyes sought Nadias' in a quick glance of warning. Nadia stepped 
back from the bed, pulling the thin white sheet back up and across 
Volta's deep chest and powerful shoulders as she did so. 

The woman called Lena moved toward the bed, not so much walking as 
stalking . . . padding across the floor like a prowling black 
pantheress. She had an animal-like musk to her, a rough scent that 
seemed like a mixture of dried sweat and the pungent aroma of dank 
jungle foliage. But it was not just the woman's tangy smell that made 
Nadia's delicate nostrils quiver in distaste. It was the woman herself 
that the beautiful blonde disliked. 

Actually, there was no love lost between the two of them. Lena had never 
forgiven Nadia for the accident that injured her vocal cords, and Nadia 
still remembered with some residual anger why the mishap had occurred in 
the first place. 

The two women had been in the gymnasium, working out with the free 
weights. Both were stripped down to T-thong exercise briefs, tiny strips 
of black lycra material that barely covered their crotches and left 
their breasts bare and gleaming. Both women were already sweating 
profusely from their exertions, and the sheen of sweat seemed to 
accentuate the clefted muscularity that rippled back and forth across 
their half-nude bodies. 

Nadia watched as Lena hoisted a gigantic dumbell aloft with a grunt of 
prodigious effort. She took the chrome plated weight upward with only 
one arm, the other hand set on one lithe hip to give her balance. The 
steel dumbbell rose slowly, a bare half-inch at  a time, as Lena powered 
it into the air with Amazonian strength. Great cords of muscle surged 
into sight along her deltoid, making the shoulder cap bulge into a 
frenzy of movement. As the dumbbell rose higher, Lena's triceps came 
into play, clefting into V-shaped definition. Around on the other side 
of that same arm, the woman's hard-packed bicep surged upward into a 
round ball of female strength, sculpted into an incredibly dense mass of 
muscle.    

Nadia's eyes watched the woman as she strained to raise this gigantic 
steel weight aloft, but there was a half-smile of satisfaction on the 
blonde's lush lips as Nadia realized that she had successfully hoisted 
far more weight than that a few moments earlier. Despite the fact that 
both women were undergoing the same physical enhancement program, it was 
obvious that Nadia was already stronger than her rival. Nadia was, in 
fact, far stronger than any other woman in the program! She was fact 
approaching a super-strength unlike any mortal female had ever known on 
the planet! 

For a brief moment, the steel bar hung in the air, still short of being 
muscled all the way aloft. Lena's mighty arm began to quiver, the great 
ropes of sinew pulsing and writhing in an idiot symphony of effort. A 
loud grunt escaped from between her clenched teeth, then came the sound 
of soft whimpering as the woman realized that she could lift the steel 
bar no further. 

CRASH! The dumb bell thudded down to the floor, its weight shaking the 
whole gymnasium. Lena stood there gasping for breath, her powerful chest 
heaving. Then her eyes slid to Nadia, and a snarl curved her lips as she 
realized that Nadia had been watching every move she'd made. 

"Raw steel is not the only challenge there is," Lena spat out. "I'd 
rather test female strength muscle to-muscle. Let's you and I wrestle!" 
she demanded in an angry voice. 

For a moment Nadia was tempted, but the two of them had already wrestled 
many times, and each time Nadia had won. The blonde did give Lena 
credit, though. The superbly muscled woman had almost bested her a 
couple of times during their last tussle. And it had been an exciting 
wrestle, one that had brought both women to the very edge of an 
explosive climax, as their naked bodies squirmed and strained against 
one another . . . belly to flat belly, breast to thrusting breast, loins 
locked and clits joined. But in the end Nadia had wrapped Lena into 
unbreakable holds and vanquished the dark-haired Amazon in two straight 
falls. 

"No, Lena, you're just not enough competition for me," smiled Nadia in a 
reasonable tone of voice. What Nadia really meant was that she 
remembered the pungent sweat-stink of the other woman's body while they 
had fought, an odor that she found to be a sexual turn-off. No-oooo, she 
didn't want to engage in a wrestle with this woman, even if Lena's 
superbly muscled physique offered the potential of a rousing, 
mindblowing sex-romp. 

She turned her back on the woman, and prepared to practice some dead-
jerks with a heavy steel bar. Just as Nadia hoisted the gleaming bar 
aloft, she heard a scream of rage and felt a hard body smash into her 
legs from the rear. Due to the weight of the metal bar itself, along 
with the solid muscularity of Nadia's sleek body, it was like a heavy 
automobile smashing onto a thick steel wall. It all but knocked Lena 
unconscious. For a second Nadia tottered back and forth, trying to 
control the massive weight, but then the steel bar came crashing 
downward. The bar caught Lena right across the throat, as she lay 
sprawled at Nadia's feet. 

That had been almost a year ago, and Lena's injuries had meant that she 
was no longer part of the advanced enhancement experiment. They had, 
however, kept her on as a staff technician. 


"Has there been any change in the energy flow from the processor 
implant," Lena now grated out to no one in particular. She took pains 
not to look directly at Nadia or Peter Breesan, but seemingly directed 
her question to the huge woman on the bed, even though she knew that 
Volta could not hear her. At least no one on the staff THOUGHT that the 
Space Amazon could understand anything outside of her frozen dreamstate. 

Lena walked slowly over to the bed, taking one of Volta's thick wrists 
between her fingers as if checking her pulse. Then, suddenly, before Dr. 
Breesan or Nadia  even realized what she was doing, Lena reached out 
with her other hand and plunged a hypodermic needle deep into Volta's 
muscular arm. The beeper on the chrome life-support console went wild! 

Nadia dove for the woman the split-second that she saw the flash of the 
needle. A short-spaced tackle took both women down to the bare floor. As 
Nadia wrenched the hypodermic away from Lena with one hand, she clamped 
her other arm around the nurse's throat in a strangle-hold of wrenching 
strength. 

Lena fought like a tigress and tried to roll away, but Nadia's long leg    
s coiled around the woman's body like a jungle python, clasping her 
within a grip of steel. As strong as Lena was, she was simply no match 
for the super-strength of Nadia's arms and legs, and quickly gave up the 
fight. 

Nadia scrambled up to her feet, bringing Lena with her . . . still 
locked in that choke hold around her neck. Then the tall blonde 
remembered the woman's damaged vocal cords. Perhaps it was that flash of 
knowledge which made Nadia slightly relax her grip, but whatever the 
reason it was enough for the woman to make her move. 

She kicked backward, a slashing kick that thudded into Nadia's groin. A 
grunt of pain escaped Nadia's lips, and she half-crumpled to the floor. 
Only another person possessing enhanced strength could have done that to 
Nadia, and that's just what Lena had . . . and plenty of it, too. Lena 
spun around and sent another kick smashing into Nadia, this time to her 
head, catching her just under the soft curve of her chin. Nadia slumped 
sideways, drifting toward unconsciousness. 

"Nadia, can you hear me?" came a voice from what seemed like miles away. 
It sounded like Peter Breesan's cultured baritone, layered with concern. 

The blonde super-girl tried to move, but pain gripped her in its steely 
fingers. She felt Dr. Pete Breesan's firm but gentle touch along the 
side of her jaw. But what really hurt was her groin, and despite the 
pain she almost chuckled as she found herself wishing that those strong 
fingers would caress away the hurt down there between her powerful 
thighs. 

As she lay in that half-stupor, Nadia let her mind play with that erotic 
idea. She found the handsome physician incredibly sexy, despite their 
age differences. And of course there were other differences, too. Such 
as her super-strength. Nadia felt a shiver of excitement as her mind 
wandered along in a daydream about how she might make love to Peter, 
without injuring him with her enhanced strength! She would of course 
have to control all of the action, so that her Amazon strength and super    
muscularity would not harm him in the intensity of their passion. She 
would, in fact, insist on that! 

And what made this thought even more delicious to her, was that Peter 
was confident enough of himself as a man to be able to submit to her 
female strength without feeling emasculated by her amazonian control of 
every facet of their lovemaking. 

Nadia found her aching crotch becoming hot and wet, felt the tell-tale 
tingle down between her muscular thighs. Yes, she murmured to herself, 
THAT'S where Peter's hand should be . . . . there and other interesting 
places. She could almost feel the strong yet delicate touch of his 
doctor's hands, properly careful and slightly hesitant in their erotic 
exploration, and yet practiced and boldly possessive at the same time. 
Her mind guided those hands downward, giving herself up to the 
electrifying sensations that were coursing through her magnificent body. 
Whimpering softly, Nadia continued to let her mind direct the phantom 
dream-hand, feeling its ever-so-slow touch as one of his blunt carefully 
manicured fingers eased between her labia, thumb circling and gently 
jousting with her clit while a long finger pressed insistently and then 
slipped into the moist cavern. Dr. Peter's other hand was busy at her 
thrusting breast, his thumb and forefinger massaging her nipple . . . 
ever so gently at first, then with stronger and stronger pressure until 
Nadia was ready to scream out from the increasing passion erupting 
through her fevered body.  

She started to raise up, to grapple Peter within the circle of her 
muscled arms, to roll him down into position beneath her thrusting hips. 
But then, suddenly, she felt something smash into her jaw again. As she 
once again began to loose consciousness, Nadia wondered in a hazy 
inconsistency of thought if it had been Dr. Peter Breesan who had struck 
her in some kind of male dominance reaction to her Amazonian demands. 

She tried to revive herself,  but suddenly she felt herself picked up by 
a pair of incredibly strong arms, picked up and enfolded into an embrace 
of strength such as Nadia had only experienced once before in her life. 
And then she was once again out like a light! 

As if swimming upward from the murky depths of a dark-watered river, 
Nadia regained consciousness. She became aware of a light shining in her 
eyes. She tried to swim more strongly to reach the surface, feeling the 
overwhelming need for air. But it seemed that she couldn't move her 
body. Then, finally, her eyes fluttered open, only to close again 
instantly as a tightly focused overhead light blinded her. Nadia tried 
to lift her hand to shield her eyes, but for some reason she couldn't 
budge an inch. 

Gradually, her eyes became accustomed to the blinding light, at least 
enough to allow her to glance around the room. She realized that she was 
still in the research center's recovery room. Her gaze fell upon the bed 
where Volta had been lying. It was empty! 

She herself was on the other bed, completely immobilized by thick metal 
bands locked around her body. She realized that she was stark naked. It 
was several minutes more before she felt strong enough to test her 
bindings. She tensed her powerful shoulder muscles, gritted her teeth, 
and strained with every ounce of her still-depleted strength to move her 
arms. Nothing! Then she arched her back, flexed the rounded glutes, and 
tried to move her long legs, Not so much as a fraction of an inch! 

Then she took a huge inhalation of air into her lungs, making her 
powerful lats and broad chest expand.  Flexing the cable-like pecs, 
Nadia sought to rip through the restraining metal bands across her 
thrusting breasts. But, again, not a bit of movement took place. 

Tears of frustration glistened in Nadia's eyes, as she realized that not 
even her super-strength could free her from the torturous grip of those 
gleaming steel restraints which imprisoned her. Nadia had been captured! 

It was only then that she sensed the alien presence of the Space Amazon, 
and knew who was responsible for her unusual predicament! 

"Ssso-ooo, once again we meet,"  whispered a deep, melodious voice that 
hissed out the S-sounds with an accent that hinted of origins far beyond 
the planet Earth. 

Nadia moved her head, looking toward the sound of that voice. She saw 
Volta standing next to a panel array of lights and dials, one long 
finger poised above a red button. Somehow, Nadia knew that when pushed 
the button would bring her unbearable pain. 

The big woman had not bothered to put on clothing, she stood there as 
naked as Nadia was. On her feet, the Space Amazon was even more superbly 
muscled than Nadia remembered. Now her imposing height of nearly six-
feet-two was revealed. And her stature, together with the heavy 
muscularity that rippled and flexed along the woman's huge body, gave 
her a look of complete invincibility. 

"S-ssshe wants me to test your super-strength with the Orgone energy 
accumulator," Volta whispered, nodding her beautiful head toward Lena 
who stood watching the two of them with folded arms. "But I would rather 
we finish our personal woman-to-woman test, the one that got interrupted 
on the airplane. Do you remember?" 

Nadia could not help but remember every single second of that ordeal. It 
was the first time in her life that she'd seen her own super-strength 
bested by anyone, especially by another woman. She had been unprepared 
for the events that had so swiftly taken place aboard that airliner, at 
least that was the excuse she had given to Dr. Peter Breesan for what 
had happened. 

"S-ssssooo, let us compromise," Volta said with her snake-hissing voice. 
"Let us have both tests! Shall we wrestle first, or shall we . . . . " 

And with that, her long finger plunged down onto the red button. At 
first Nadia felt nothing . . . but that was because her nerves had been 
paralyzed by the first jolt of energy that coursed through her body. 
Then her long, sleekly muscled body arched upward off the bed, jolted 
aloft by a terrible shockwave of pain. 

Nadia fought against the pain and the energy waves that shuddered 
through her. She tried to rip free of the metal restraints, putting 
every ounce of her incredible strength into the effort. A frenzy of 
rippling and writhing sinews flexed into sight along her naked body, as 
she fought against the metal bindings. Where but a moment ago there was 
only a silken smooth expanse of sun-bronzed skin, there were now hard-
flexed muscles erupting into quivering visibility. But even her 
amazonian super-strength was not enough. The Orgone energy accumulator 
seemed to be sapping her prodigious strength, leaving her with no more 
power than any other earthling. 

But then, suddenly, Nadia sensed something happening. Instead of her 
strength continuing to erode, the blonde felt the first stirrings of 
renewed energy begin to fill her body. Somehow, the process that was 
meant to weaken her was in fact strengthening Nadia. The beautiful 
blonde lay there on the bed, quietly letting the Orgone accumulator send 
incredible waves of energy flowing back into her muscles. 

Nadia moved her head until she could see Volta at the control panel, the 
big Space Amazon's eyes glued to the dials that controlled the Orgone 
Accumulator. There was a frown of puzzlement on the Amazon's face as she 
examined the readout. Then, just as she started to turn back around, 
Nadia made her move. 

With a scream of berserker rage to give her extra strength, Nadia burst 
the thick metal bands that imprisoned her naked body. In a flash she was 
on her feet, poised to meet the onrushing body of the Space Amazon who 
was running toward her. 

The two muscular bodies came together with a meaty thunk and THUD that 
shook the whole room. And then the two naked women wrestled one another 
in a test of their glorious female strength! 

TO BE CONTINUED! 

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