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Whiplash episode1

By Belial Seraphan

Thanks to the anonymous editor.

She wasn't sure who she was or where she came from. She knew that her name was Heidi, but she wasn't sure who had named her or indeed who her parents were.

She was aware that she was extraordinarily different from others in her world. She seemed to have all kinds of innate abilities that those around her lacked. She had an almost supernatural facility with language and could communicate fluently with anyone, no matter how arcane the language or obscure the dialect. She could move things with her mind, light or heavy, including herself. She knew that this ability was called "telekinesis'. She knew that being able to move herself in three dimensions was called "flying' by some, "levitation' by others. She knew a lot of things.

She knew for instance, that not only could she could read the minds of those around her, she could control their thoughts and actions as well. It was easy for her, as easy as lifting her finger. The first time she had tried it had been revealing. On a city street she had been momentarily intrigued by someone, a man, much taller than the friends that surrounded him. So she had "reached out" and told him, "come here". He did. In mid-conversation he had turned and walked toward her, pushing his stunned friends aside. When he stood in front of her, she had lifted him off the ground with her mind and spun him around and around lazily, examining him. Terrified now, he seemed suddenly much less intriguing to her. She released him. He dropped like a stone to the ground, as she turned on her heel and walked away.

She knew men wanted her. That was easy to understand. Pale imitations of her face smiled back at her from every fashion, cosmetics and "girly" magazine but not many could match her classic nordic features, high cheekbones, full, beestung lips and sky-blue eyes. Strangely, her hair was short and fiery-red.

Still, she understood completely if, on their first meeting, most people didn't look at her face. It was only natural, built the way she was. It seemed as if her creator, not certain if she would need the soaring sex appeal of a super model or the outrageous proportions of a world-class stripper had given her the best of the both.

Her breasts were titanic, as large as fully-inflated beach balls, peaked by coffee-cup-sized nipples, red as beets. Her waist was cartoonishly small, but rendered in steel abdominal walls that rippled in waves as she walked. Her legs were long, muscular towers, quadriceps twitching, pumping and flexing at the least exertion, hamstrings like carved slabs of marble, striated and enormous, above calves like twin, boulder-sized diamonds and ending in surprisingly beautiful feet. She was eight feet, six inches tall.

No girl likes to speak of her weight, and Heidi was no exception. It was difficult to estimate her weight by looking at her, primarily because no human had ever attained her unearthly combination of height and sexual curves. She looked like she weighted over 200 hundred pounds. Perhaps she would if her body density weren't also so peculiar. She weights about three million kilos and has to use her floating abilities almost all the time in order not to sink in the ground.

To have all this power is hard sometimes despite the fact that Heidi also has great intellect, dexterity, agility, vision, hearing and reflexes to mach her strength she already destroyed many things and killed many people without wanting sometimes not even noticing.

In a future not far from ours Heidi flew above the city wearing her "party" costume, a silver-gray translucent, spandex bodysuit that covered her incredible body like a second skin. Suddenly her super-sensitive hearing picked up a sound that is like music to her ears. Gunfire, a whole lot of gunfire! Heidi stopped in mid-air and pinpointed the location almost instantaneously. The shots are from seven miles away but in seconds she reached the trouble spot.

It looked like a war was going on down there. A substantial police force had isolated a building, but they were taking some serious fire. She counted at least five policemen down. From the rate and volume of fire, it seems the police were outgunned and in serious trouble.

Heidi landed lightly atop a nearby building and decided to watch the fireworks. Another policeman went down, along with a few bystanders, as she watched some the criminals make a break for it and under covering fire enter four cars that are parked in a side street. Our little heroine finds this interesting, as they drove off, tires screeching. Heidi decided to follow the cars but they quickly and wisely split up. She picked one of the cars randomly and casually trailed it from six hundred feet in the air.

Heidi decides on a course of action that is "almost" politically correct. She will kill these so called criminals. Accelerating, she passed the runaway car and lands gently in front of it near an almost deserted industrial part of town. The driver sees only a blur before the car hit Heidi, who doesn't move an inch. The impact is horrendous, as the front of the car adjusted itself to the contours of her body by deforming and coming apart. The driver, not the safety-conscious sort is thrown unceremoniously through the front windshield.

When what remained of the car came to a shuddering stop, Heidi found herself standing about where the engine block used to be, surrounded on both sides by the remains of the wrecked front end. Sinking her fingers into the hood, and with no seeming effort, she split the remainder of the car in half as she walked slowly through the car towards the semi-conscious man in the front seat. She ripped what was left of the dashboard and interior aside and gently sat astride the lap of the man in the passenger seat, who was just now regaining awareness.

She glanced into the backseat and noticed that his two companions were unconscious, but none the worse for wear. Ah, very nice. She would need more playthings for later. She focused with just her mind, undoing both of their seatbelts simultaneously and then turned to the passenger doors, ripping both of them away from the car with ease. Simultaneously levitating each man through the wrecked door opening, she dropped their unconscious forms lightly to the shoulder of the road.

Turning her attention back to the man in the front seat, she lightly pressed one of her gargantuan mounds into his chest, and shuddered with ecstasy to the sounds of his ribs breaking. She encircled his wrist very lightly with her thumb and forefinger but managed to inadvertently break wrist anyway. She sighed deeply. Men are so fragile. She puts his hands behind his head, keeping them there with her left hand.

The man struggled to release himself but it is pointless, pinned as he is by Heidi's enormous body. He attempted to scream from the excruciating pain caused by the vise of her hand grinding his wrists together, the pressure of her hard-as-steel buttocks on his overmatched legs, and the pressure of her impossibly-huge breasts squashing his ribs, but he couldn't get enough air into his lungs to manage a sound.

Thoroughly turned on now, Heidi raised her enormous right breast to his face. Her ripe nipple found its way to his mouth and he took it in, willingly, sucking hungrily, despite the pain. Heidi whispered seductively into his ear. "Tell me little man, where can I find your friends in the other cars?"

"No, no, don't think I'm an idiot, my weak toy. I know I've smashed your lungs and you can't speak, but you don't need to." In a fraction of a second Heidi scanned his mind until she found out where the robbers planned to gather after the heist. She thanked him by kissing him gently on the forehead, and against all logic he responded, wanting more of her, his erection growing against her gargantuan thigh.

But now a new pain, as Heidi's rising excitement caused her already bloated nipples to expand suddenly, from the stimulating contact with her first victim of the afternoon. Her left nipple penetrated the passenger seat with no more effort than a nail through tissue paper while the one in his mouth elongated and becomes as hard as diamond. The gigantic nipple forced its way through the back of his mouth and through his brain in under than a second, punching through the back of his skull with an audible "crack'. He was dead instantly. She grabbed her behemoth breasts and threw her head back in ecstasy as a blinding orgasm thundered through her body.

She stood up, shrugging the mangled car aside, but leaving the dead man impaled on her twelve-inch nipple, arms limp at his side, head bobbing against her gargantuan right breast. She shook her torso from side to side in a lewd exhibitionist display and he bobbed about like a limp ragdoll as she approached the two men that she had "saved".

She stood before them, and flexed her breasts, one after another, the corpse impaled on her nipple doing a grotesque jig, like a boneless marionette. She flexed her ripped, striated abdominal muscles and they raced up and down her torso like rippling, steel-clad waves. She stopped and grabbed one of his legs, pressing his shin into the cleavage between two of her deep abdominal muscles. She crunched down hard, the bone grinding and cracking until she released the mangled limb. With a casual "flick', she popped the corpse from her erect nipple. It flew through the air to land with a wet "plop', some one hundred yards away.

"What the fuck are you?" said one of the men, stunned by what he has just witnessed.

Heidi looked at him with curiosity. "What the fuck am I?" she asked, "what the fuck are you? Didn't you just murder two policemen? You were having your fun no it's my turn" She laughed at him with glee.

Enraged, he fired a burst at her, while his associate got up and began to run as quickly as he could. Heidi watched the bullets traveling toward her as if in slow motion. Idly, she noticed the smoke discharge caused by the weapon, and the atmospheric distortion that surrounded each bullet. She realized she could have dodged the blast, even though he had fired from less than half a meter away, but for some reason she couldn't be bothered. The bullets penetrated her body suit, but the impact felt like a light rain against her skin.

He continued to fire, emptying the clip at her. Bored, she turned to watch the other man who by now was about 20 meters away and running for his life. She spit lightly in his direction. Her saliva went through his shoulder like a bullet through tissue paper. He stumbled and, for fun she spit again, three times, hitting him in the middle of the chest. The resulting jet of blood and gore almost tore him in two as he fell heavily.

She turned to the man in front of her, who was still firing his weapon at her. In one fast movement she grabbed the gun. She looked at him, eyes smoldering, over the top of the barrel and licked it lightly. It seemed to melt, like warm ice cream. Drawing her tongue out of her mouth to its full length of twelve inches, she waved it before her dumbstruck victim like an enormous, fleshy python. She curved the tapered tip of the tongue back overtop of itself and then wiggled it inside the barrel, flicking it from side to side. It deformed where the tip of her tongue touched it, taking on a strange, twisted shape. She smiled wryly at the terrified man, dropped the useless weapon and grabbed his two arms with one hand, lifting him into the air. He hung there, suspended, over eighteen inches off the ground while she tried to keep her grip light. She was getting tired of breaking wrists with so little effort.

His head was level with the impossibly-sized breasts and her enormous nipples. "Suckle me," she commanded, and maneuvered the fourteen-inch monster-nipple towards his mouth. He opened it to comply, but it was pointless. Her nipple was the length and diameter of his forearm and would not fit.

Frustrated, she tried to make it fit, but to no avail. The nipple, harder than diamond, at least to him, broke his front teeth. He tried to shout from the pain, but the sound is muffled by the immense invader filling his mouth and the incredible volume of the titanic tit behind it. She shrieked in frustration, tired of hysterically weak men that can't satisfy her and smashed his skull against the rock-hard fastness of her breast. Headless, now she let his carcass fall to the ground.

She looked around, not surprised to see that there are bystanders now, a few anyway, watching the carnage with open-mouths. Oh, goody, fans! And, not far behind them, a couple of police cars, siren blaring. Ah, more toys!

She noticed that the driver was not to dead after all. She walked slowly towards him, tremendous thighs bunching and releasing with each measured step, enormous breasts bouncing and quivering slightly, as her "fans" looked on in amazement. What was she? A goddess? A death-dealing demon? Who could tell?

Desperate, the driver pulled a pistol and began to fire at her. Again she barely felt the bullets bounce off her skin. Then she was astride him and she reached down and grabbing the gun with her own enormous hand, to hold it steady. She whipped out her serpentine tongue and cleanly cut the weapon in half, catching the falling half with her tongue deftly, before it hit the ground. She flipped the broken piece high into the air and caught it in her mouth. She released the man and stood above him, chewed on the metal as if it were bubble gum, like some freaky gigantic teenaged-girl. Satisfied that it was formed into the shape she wanted, she took a deep breath and spit it out high into the air. Its speed broke the sound barrier with a loud boom.

Satisfied, she looked down at the driver. He seemed tougher than his companions. Certainly the flight through the windshield should have killed him but hadn't. She dropped down on all fours beside him and pinned his wrists with her right hand, being careful not to break his wrists. She ripped his shirt apart with her tongue and began to lick his chest, very, very gently. She sighed. Even being as gentle as she could it was clear that he was overmatched, as bruises begin to form on his chest.

"Please don't kill me!" he said, between sighs of pain.

Heidi raised him up by his wrists so that their faces were level and she lustily liked her lips. She whispered, "You are mine, puny one."

She dropped him down to kiss him, but inadvertently her breasts touched his chest and she heard his ribs cracking. Annoyed, she backed off immediately, but it was too late. Those damned, enormous nipples had cut deep gouges through his chest. He screamed in pain.

"You fucking baby!" she yelled, her face close to his. "How am I supposed to rape you if you keep falling apart! In frustration she closed her right hand, crushing his trapped wrists.

She looked up to see that the police had arrived by now and taken up tactical positions around the bizarre couple. The sergeant in charge yelled, "Freeze!"

"Ok, officer", she said, while the injured man continued to yell.

"Put your hands behind your head and lay down on the ground!" commanded the policeman.

Heidi obeyed the order meekly. She rolled over on top of the semi-conscious driver and put her hands behind her head, enormous breasts pointed at the sky. With one last muffled shout, the man below her was ground nearly instantly into a pool of blood and gore. Heidi's body continued to sink into the pavement, until only the titanic profile of her bust projected above the ground, like twin Mount Everests.

The police, in full riot gear looked at each other nervously. "What the fuck just happened?" asked the sergeant.

"I don't know," said Heidi, her voice muffled. "Maybe he just melted." She giggled.

The sergeant, weapon pointed at her, moved closer to the giant breasts projecting out of the hole in the ground. He signaled to the other three members of the task force and they also moved in, keeping their weapons trained on the incredible sight in front of them.

"Put your hands where we can see them!" yelled the sergeant, getting his handcuffs ready.

Heidi's enormous arms came out of the hole and started to massage her giant breasts and nipples. She tweaked them suggestively and began to moan in her best deep, sexy voice. "Oh, take me, you big stud, I need you", she said.

"Stop that," he said, and she obliged, putting her hands towards him, wrists bent submissively. Gulping with apprehension he managed to cuff her wrists with some difficulty.

Finally, sure that they were fastened properly he said, "On your feet."

"Do you want me to stand up, officer?" asked Heidi innocently.

"That's what I said," he said gruffly.

Heidi stood up slowly, for full effect. Still standing in the hole, she was easily taller than any of the policemen. She stepped out lightly, onto solid ground and looked down on them, now fully two and a half feet taller. A couple of them looked away from her, into the hole. It had taken on the imprint of her outrageous body and they could make out the remains of the mashed driver at the bottom. They shivered, almost simultaneously.

Heidi snapped the handcuff chain and said lightly, "You have been naughty cops, picking on a little defenseless girl like me. You must be punished."

Faster than the eye could follow, Heidi moved on the sergeant. She stood before him and poked her index finger through his helmet and into his forehead in a single motion. Raising her arm, she suspended him from her finger and held the pose for a long moment, looking at the other policemen with an evil smile on her face. Stunned, they stood there unmoving until she licked her lips and finally dropped the man to the ground.

One of them tried to run now, and, using her mind, she thought of a novel way to slow him down. She took control of his assault rifle. It flew from his hand, then reversed, coming down, barrel-end first, impaling him through the heart. Just for the hell of it, she spun the rifle around, letting it fire at full-automatic mode over the heads of the stunned spectators for several seconds. They ran in all directions.

At this, one of the two remaining cops aimed his weapon at her face and fired. The bullets bounce harmlessly off her and she luxuriated in the feeling until he had emptied his weapon. She turned to face him and opening her hand like a knife blade cleaved him in half, from head to toe with incredible force and speed. The two parts of his body fell in opposite direction but didn't bleed. The heat of her hand passing through him had cauterized the wounds.

She turned on the last remaining officer and grabbed his right shoulder, digging her fingers into his flesh in the process and breaking most of the bones in his shoulder girdle. She lifted him up until they make eye contact and she tilted her head from side to side, examining him. Foolishly he tried to hit her with his remaining good arm. She shook her head in disbelieve and tossed him against a nearby brick building where he exploded into gooey mess.

She turns to survey the carnage. Not surprisingly, the spectators had fled.

She smiled and said, "now to the others".

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