PREFACE

Often the things I write are predicated on a single idea. In this case, the idea was "What would it be like if there was a Supervillain... in a world without Superheroes?" Further, what if the villain were not the "intellectual" kind, but rather the brawny kind - the uber strong, uber powerful, invincible, violent, completely unstoppable sort of villain? The kind that would normally wind up being defeated in an epic final act battle with Superman! What if that kind of villain was around and there was no Superman?

It would be a nightmare, yes? The following is my take on what the nightmare would be like.

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BORROWED TIME

Route 80, approaching Salt Lake City, Utah

Once again, Cole was driving down the highway and trying to work out just what the hell to do about the insanity that his life had become.

After the massacre, Eris had shrunk down to her normal - albeit still tall and very muscular - size. She had insisted on going back into their room to take another shower. Cole would have much preferred to make a rapid retreat from the area, but his permission had not been sought.

The shower had, of course, led to another rather prolonged sex session. She hadn't sought his permission for that, either. Cole had been further dismayed to find that, even after the new and crowning horror he had witnessed, Eris had absolutely no difficulty at all in overwhelming him with lust. He began to wonder if she had worked some kind of spell on him. He could admit that he had a fetish for powerful muscular women, but it couldn't be so strong as to overwhelm him like this in the face of literally dozens of murders, could it?

Afterwards, she had taken some clothes from one or two of the more intact bodies. A shirt, a pair of trousers, some boots. She looked almost normal in them.

Cole had thought about switching to another car. There were plenty in the parking lot, and he doubted that Eris would have any difficulty in stealing one. He'd been about to suggest it when he remembered that he wasn't supposed to be actively helping her.

So, they had walked through the piles of bodies and body parts to his car, and driven out as they had come in, cruising south on the highway.

Cole expected to see police cars in his rear-view mirror at any moment, or at least see them screaming past in the other direction, heading for the site of Eris's latest massacre, but there was nothing. He didn't know it, but the massacre had been so rapid and total that no official report had gone out. That wouldn't last for long, but for now all that had happened was that officers in several locations were trying to raise their comrades over frustratingly silent radio bands.

Thus, Eris and Cole were able to cruise all the way out of Wyoming and into Utah without any sign of police.

"I want clothes," she announced suddenly.

"You're wearing clothes," he told her shortly, then instantly wondered if being short with her was in the same ballpark as a good idea. Or even the same hemisphere.

"Dead policeman's clothes," she snorted. If she noticed his shortness, she showed no sign of it. "I'm the woman of your fantasies, Cole. I want to be dressed the part. You don't have cop fantasies. Besides," she glanced down at herself and sniffed. "I want something more girlie."

He shook his head in frustration. She was a maddeningly odd collection of personality traits. Powerful beyond measure, apparently invulnerable, gleefully sadistic to a truly horrific degree... yet at the same time undeniably sexy, mischievous, and even quirky. It had to be an act, he thought to himself. She was inhuman, she couldn't possibly have human instincts, human reactions. For all he knew she didn't experience emotions or even rational thought in the same way humans did. Or at all.

Thinking back over the things she had said, she seemed to imply that she had read Eric's mind and even his own. She seemed to have learned the language from that, but he wondered how much more she had picked up. Sexual fantasies, certainly. But really all her knowledge of Earth and Humanity must have come from Eric and himself. Which was a rather startling idea.

But that meant that most of how she operated, how she behaved, was probably an act. These things were not part of her personality, they couldn't be. They were an adopted disguise, something as unnatural to her as it would be if he put on a lion suit and tried to blend in to a pride. The thought was a disquieting one.

As they approached the Salt Lake City limits he stole furtive glances at her. She sprawled casually in the passenger seat, one arm on the door, a finger tapping the plastic occasionally. She chewed her lip, looking out at the buildings on the outskirts of the city in apparent fascination. If it was an imitation, it was a perfect one.

"We'll need money," he said finally.

She shrugged. "We really don't," she said. "I can just take what I want."

For just a second, he opened his mouth to warn her that the police would lock her up for that. The warning died in a snort of bitter laughter, and she glanced at him quizzically.

"What?"

"Never mind," he said.

"Don't think we have to worry about being arrested," she said, and there was that mischievous grin again. Mind reading indeed, Cole thought. "But I'll tell you what, O worshipper of Mine... I promise you here and now that I will buy the clothes with money, all legal and fair, like. Okay?"

"That would be... um... appreciated," he said.

"Excellent." She peered around her for a moment and then suddenly her face went... Cole wasn't sure exactly how to describe it. Kind of slack, like every muscle in it had just completely relaxed. The finger had stopped tapping too. In fact, now that he looked, her body - that supremely muscled, magnificent body - was utterly and completely motionless.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She didn't answer. "Eris?" He looked at her carefully. She wasn't moving, not even slightly. Not even breathing, he saw in alarm.

The blare of a horn yanked his attention back to the road, just in time for him to swerve back into lane. His lane-keeping had always sucked. Others seemed to be able to hold conversations, play with the radio, text, make phone calls, and stay in lane with one hand on the wheel and no apparent attention to the road. Cole only had to take his eyes away for two or three seconds and it was like his car homed in on the nearest obstacle all by itself.

They were still towards the edge of town, and the road wasn't that busy. He pulled over onto the shoulder and looked at her. What to do? Thoughts of CPR danced through his head. He had no idea if CPR would do a thing to her. He rather doubted it. He reached out hesitantly. "Eris? Are you okay? Eris!"

And just like that, she was back ‘alive' again. She breathed in, turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay Cole?"

"Am I okay?" He demanded. "What just happened to you!"

"Oh!" She blushed. "I was... um, I suppose you could say I was listening."

"Listening?" He stared at her, angry. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, um, human bodies can only sense a very small part of what goes on around them, Cole. I wanted to listen to what was going on, so I put my attention elsewhere, that's all. It's really not a big deal."

"You weren't breathing," he said indignantly.

She giggled with amusement. "So? It's a terrible habit!" She sobered up at his expression, if only somewhat. "Oh, you didn't realise... you thought something was wrong with me, didn't you? And you were all worried! Oh my, that's so sweet!"

"But I wasn't-" he stopped, unable to speak. That was exactly it, he realised. When he had saw that magnificent chest of hers motionless, he had felt a stab of alarm. He had in fact come uncomfortably close to panicking, and damn near run them into another car. He'd thought there was something wrong with her, and it had twisted his stomach into a knot.

"I told you so," she said gently. "Though I must admit," she added, "I didn't think it would start to happen quite this quickly! Now, my worshipper... onward. Carry on until you can turn right onto Route 15."

She directed him north on Route 15 and then off at Exit 306. Within a few minutes they were in the business district. At each junction she would direct him to turn this way or that. How she knew the route was just one more mystery to add to the pile. Assuming she wasn't just turning at random, he thought.

She wasn't. A turn onto South Temple, and a few minutes later she was directing him to pull up outside a modern building a good fifteen stories tall. It was a no parking zone, but she just laughed when Cole pointed it out.

"Get your backpack," she said. He reached over into the back seat, and suddenly it hit him that only a day or so earlier he'd been hiking alongside his best friend, with not a care in the world. How could the world change so much, so fast? "Empty it out, and bring it with us," she ordered.

The pavement sported several thick black metal bollards. Eris walked over to one and casually ripped it out of the pavement with a tortured tearing sound. A moment later she ripped the other one out, then set out towards the bank. Cole followed obediently in her wake, dreading what was probably about to happen.

The bank was a large one, and quite busy for a Saturday morning. There must have been fifty or more people inside. She stood just inside the doors for a long moment, taking it in. Cole spotted a couple of security guards. They didn't look like the stereotype of an old men staving off retirement. They looked young, professional, and rather competent.

One of them looked their way, frowning. His hand went to the mic at his shoulder and he spoke into it rapidly. His other hand went to the pistol at his belt.

Eris curled a muscled arm across her chest and then flung the metal bollard backhand. It must have been a hundred and fifty pounds of steel, but it flew across the room in an eye-blink, and struck the security guard broadside in the chest. His upper torso literally burst in an explosion of blood and shredded organs and shards of bone that decorated a hundred square feet of the marble wall behind him. The remains of his body fluttered away, cartwheeling in seeming slow motion.

Cole groaned inwardly. It was going to happen again, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

Her other arm lashed out. The second bollard flew the length of the bank, on an unerringly straight course directly towards the second guard. That was bad enough, Cole thought a moment later, as he watched the shreds of the man's body oozing slowly down the wall. Worse was the fact that it had passed through six other people on the way to him.

An instant later pandemonium broke out. Screams, running, panic, pretty much what you'd expect from a random cross-section of people who suddenly found pieces of other people stuck to themselves. Eris strode forward through them, ignoring the noise as she headed for the counter. One particularly large man blundered into her; she shoved a hand out, palm first, and his body spun away.

A line of metal barriers crashed down from the ceiling, all the way along the counter. Eris walked over, crouched down, and shoved a fist through the bottom of the counter. Those thick thighs flexed and she straightened explosively. With a tremendous crashing noise the entire counter burst apart, wood and metal contemptuously tossed aside. She took hold of the metal barrier and twisted, giving it a good hard yank. With the scream of tearing metal, a large section of the barrier tore away and was discarded.

"Come on, Cole!" She called out cheerily. He considered just running with the rest of the crowd. Would she really come after him? She might, but then again, she might not.

He took a deep breath and followed along behind her. Later, he would tell himself he was scared that she would catch him and exact a bloody revenge for what she would no doubt see as his betrayal. But he followed her, nonetheless.

She walked through a door into an office behind. She didn't open it, didn't even punch or kick it in. No, she simply walked through it and left a vaguely Eris-shaped hole behind.

Finding nothing of interest in the office, she walked through the wall into the next one, and then the next. Cole followed along behind, stepping gingerly through the tattered holes.

Eventually she found what she was looking for; a large doorway protected by a heavy gate made of metal bars. She reached out and wrapped her hands around the thick metal, and just... yanked them apart. Several of the bars ripped completely free of the frame, which itself buckled as the remaining bars bent outwards. She stepped through.

Beyond, the vault door looked like something out of a movie. It was circular, about twelve feet across, with a flat section at the bottom where a chord of the circle was cut off. Absurdly large hinges stood on the left-hand rim, and a large locking mechanism sat in the centre. There was even a big metal wheel with spoked radiating from it.

"Cover your ears," she said as she stalked towards it.

Cole did. She examined the door for a long moment, then cocked her fist back and punched the centre of the wheel.

There was a colossal pulse of sound, so loud that even through the fingers blocking his ears Cole was sure it had partially deafened him. He could feel the noise vibrating through his chest, like a living thing inside him.

And so help him, that enormous door crumpled under the impact. The entire thing dented, turning from a flat, dazzlingly perfect sculpture of chrome steel into a concave and rather crumpled ruin.

She moved to the hinge side, stuck her fingers into the gap and ripped the entire door out of the wall. It was, Cole noticed, about three feet thick. The thing must have weighed forty tons, but she tossed it aside like it was a trashcan lid. Cole missed being hit by it by about six inches, and wondered vaguely whether that was planned.

The vault interior was lined with shelves and deposit boxes. In the centre of the room was a large metal table with piles of cash on it. There must have been tens of millions there, Cole mused.

"Fill the pack," she said. Cole opened his battered green backpack and began shovelling wads of bills into it. When it was full to bursting he put it on, staggering under the weight.

"Good boy," she said. With an innocent smile she asked, "do you think that will be enough to buy some clothes?"

"Well inflation being the way it is, I dunno," he said blandly. "I guess it will have to do. Unless you want to carry some, you know?"

She grinned. "What kind of Goddess carries her own luggage around?" She demanded with mock indignation. "Besides, it's important that you feel like you're helping."

Which he was, he realised. He could justifiably claim that he was still in fear of his life here, but nevertheless, at some point along the way, in his mind he had crossed a line. A line that separated victim from accomplice.

She watched him, obviously sensing the conflicted emotions, a faintly amused smile on her features. "Come on, let's get going," she said.

Back outside she paused to grip the edge of the huge door and hoist it up. She walked under the thing, lifting the entire forty or more tons up above her head. There was an explosive crack as the tiles beneath her feet shattered.

Cole watched as she began to grow slowly. The shirt, which had been a slightly snug fit on her large frame before, stretched tight over her expanding body, the cuffs seeming to crawl up her forearms, the pants crawling up her legs. She passed seven feet tall... eight... nine...

The clothing gave way, seams disintegrating under the pressure, and the rags fell to the floor. All the rags, Cole saw. A certain less than jolly green giant may have gotten to keep his trousers no matter how big he was, but in the real world such censorian considerations did not apply.

She turned slowly, the immense weight above her not swaying in the slightest, and looked down at him. Thus it was that Cole was treated to a sight never before seen on Earth - a muscular Goddess, stark naked and fully fifteen feet tall, casually supporting a forty-ton piece of steel above her head. He stared in absolute awe, barely even aware that his cock was throbbing hard in his pants.

"Follow," she said, and there was no playfulness now; just a tone of pure command. She turned and walked through a wall back out into the main foyer of the bank.

Cole obediently padded along behind her.

Across the state line, the Utah police had discovered just how bad a day they were having. The brutal and gory, and often incomprehensible, murder of several dozen police officers had generated ripples of panic that were rapidly spreading through the entire state. To make matters worse, the news media were picking up the first inklings that something horribly bad had happened and were gleefully headed to try and get the blood and guts on film. They figured this had to be the biggest story of the year, bar none.

On any other day, they would have been completely correct about that. Today, however, Eris threw forty tons of steel through the front of a bank, taking a rather large section of the wall out with it and sending both it and several tons of steel and concrete shards scything through the police lines outside. The public had not yet been cleared away, and thus at least fifty different people filmed the incident on their phones - including one enterprising young man who thought to live stream it from the spot, and thus gave the world a high definition recording of a large safe door heading straight into the camera and smashing it, and him, into unrecognisable fragments.

All of that would have been a headline grabbing moment by itself, but then a stark naked, incredibly muscular, extremely large-breasted, fifteen-foot-tall woman walked out of the hole and stood staring contemptuously at the police.

Being Americans, the police responded by opening fire. It didn't help them any more than it had helped their comrades earlier on across the state line. Cole, padding along behind, hurriedly hid behind her legs and hoped for the best.

As had happened previously, the firing went on for a minute or so and then died away as everyone ran out of bullets. As they began to reload Cole winced, waiting for the massacre to start. He realised he was actually angry at the police for bringing it upon themselves, then felt rather guilty about that.

This time, for whatever reason, was different. This time she simply crouched down and plucked him casually from the ground. Straightening up turned into a leap, and then at the top of the leap she hurtled up into the air and was flying.

The city dropped away below them as she arced up into the sky, clutching a terrified Cole by her side. He gibbered with fear, clutching her - he wasn't able to come close to wrapping his arms around her waist, and his grip on her felt terribly precarious to him.

Her grip on him, though, was rather more secure. She hoisted him up to chest level. "Shhhhh," she hushed comfortingly. "No need to worry, baby, Goddess has you. I won't let you fall, I promise. Now keep still, we're going to speed up."

He felt her body shift beneath him and clung on with sheer terror. Intellectually, Cole believed that he was safe. In fact, he was probably safer right now than anybody else on Earth. Others flew in mechanical contraptions that, whilst they flew perfectly well the vast majority of the time, nevertheless had a tendency to fall out of the sky every now and again. A failing which, he suspected, Eris was not subject to.

Knowing that was one thing. Feeling it was something altogether different. Cole was suspended perhaps five thousand feet in the air, slicing through the sky at fifty or sixty miles an hour, with nothing to stop him falling but a large muscular arm around his back. It was terrifying.

More so as she began to grow again. The feeling was very peculiar, like having your hand on a rubber sheet that was slowly being pulled in every direction... except that it didn't get any thinner as it expanded. He could only guess how large she was becoming. Twice what she had been at the bank, three times, four times... she just seemed to keep going.

She shifted, moving him around to her front, and Cole jerked as his reflexes screamed that she was dropping him. She didn't, though. Instead the wind suddenly tailed off to almost nothing as she clutched him securely to her, just above the huge muscular ridges of her abdomen.

He felt a sudden, powerful acceleration. They must be speeding up considerably, he thought. Yet the wind did not return. She was sheltering him from it, he realised. But how - he looked up, and comprehension dawned. Cole managed to blush.

Well, he thought to himself, as windbreaks went, he really couldn't have asked for ones that were more aesthetically pleasing...

The flight seemed to go on and on. In reality it was perhaps two hours before they began to slow and descend. Cole felt her body shifting again, shrinking this time. A minute later she was normal sized, clutching him to her as she descended the last fifty feet or so to alight in the desert.

He collapsed and began to caress the sand. "Oh God, I missed you," he muttered to the ground.

Presently he looked up at Eris. "I don't mean to be critical," he said with what little dignity he could manage, "but in future, I would appreciate some kind of warning before those sorts of things happen."

"Did anybody ever tell you that you're somewhat of a killjoy?" She asked casually.

He opened his mouth to retort, but honestly she did kind of have a point there, so he let it go.

There was a road a hundred or so yards away. They walked over there and Eris stopped a car by the simple expedient of stepping out in front of it and holding up a hand. The sight of her naked body was more than enough to convince the driver to bring the car to a halt. When he got out she reached out and snapped his neck like a twig.

"Was that really necessary?" Cole asked.

"Wouldn't life be just as dull as anything if we limited ourselves to the necessary, Mr. Killjoy?" Erin said. She spun in a blur of speed and tossed the body right over the horizon.

Equipped with a car, they followed the road to Route 15. Fifteen minutes later they rolled into Las Vegas. Cole mused that her little flight had covered some four hundred miles.

Once again, she navigated through the streets as if she knew them intimately. Cole pondered how she did it. She had said she was ‘listening' earlier. Listening to what, he wondered? Radio signals? Hell, for all he knew she could tap into somebody's Wi-Fi and access the internet. Or even... wow, what if she could listen in to the GPS signals? That idea that Eris could be a living satnav went onto the pile of absurdities that was now his life.

Eventually she pulled into a quiet street just off from a main one and pulled up in front of a low brick building. A sign proclaimed it to be "LLS Clothing and accessories", but outside of that there was nothing to indicate what it was. Something about it said shop, Cole thought, but there was no window display, nor even windows. Just a door in a brick wall.

Eris stepped out and walked in through the door. Cole followed, taking her backpack of money with him.

Inside was a modestly sized but very expensively decorated foyer. A stunningly beautiful blonde looked up at them as they entered. Her eyebrow raised quizzically at the sight of Eris's naked body in all its muscular glory, and her glossy red lips parted as if to say something. Then she seemed to think better of it. "Um... do you have an appointment?" She asked.

Eris flipped Cole's backpack open and tossed half a dozen thick bundles of one hundred-dollar notes onto the desk. "No," she said breezily, "I have to say that I do not. However, I do intend to spend a ridiculous amount of money here, if that helps."

The woman's eyes went to the money, stayed on it for about ten seconds, then went back to us. "Well, it might," she admitted as she reached for the phone. "Excuse me one moment." She spoke into the handset. "Ms Dalgarno, I have a couple of customers here... no ma'am, they don't. But... you might want to come out here ma'am, I don't think you would regret it."

She listened for a moment and put the phone down. "Ms Dalgarno will be with you in a moment," she said.

True to her word, a moment later a door opened and another woman came out. Tall, slender, extremely well dressed in tailored, expensive clothing. Cole could tell looking at her that she had been a great beauty in her youth. Now she was at least in her late fifties, but still rather lovely in a Mrs Robinson kind of way. He spent a long moment admiring her, then looked at Eris to see her giving him a rather pointed frown. Oh crap.

The woman showed not a trace of surprise at finding a six foot four Amazonian-statured naked woman standing in her shop. She evidently had a fantastic degree of composure.

"Could I help you with something?" She asked.

"Yes, I would like to purchase a new wardrobe," Eris said. "I'd be very interested in picking up some in-stock items, and in ordering some custom-made clothing too." She glanced down at herself and gave Ms Dalgarno a smile that was almost apologetic. "If you happen to have a robe handy, I would be very grateful."

"Of course. As it happens, we can fit you in. Let's retire to a lounge and we can start looking at options. Would your gentleman companion be coming with us...?"

"Oh, he's my worshipper," Eris said casually, "my slave, really. If you could find some way to keep him occupied I'd be grateful."

Cole blushed. What the hell! He was certainly aware of the role she'd decided to assign him, but to just tell people about it like that!

"Certainly," Ms Dalgarno said smoothly. "He can wait out here. Now, let's find that robe..."

They disappeared through a door, leaving him standing there. He sighed and slumped into a big leather chair. The fact that it proved to be absurdly comfortable did little to cheer him up.

The woman behind the desk took out a large envelope and piled all the money into it before slipping it into a drawer in her desk. "For safekeeping," she said as she saw Cole watching her. "Can I get you some coffee or something?"

"No thanks," Cole said. "Ms...?"

"Weston," she said.

"Ms Weston, what is this place?" He asked.

"LLS Clothing," she said. Seeing the puzzlement on his face she went on, "the LLS stands for Leather, Lace and Satin. We make and sell high quality clothing of various kinds... much of it at the more erotic end of the spectrum. Lingerie, fetish-wear, that kind of thing."

"Ah. I see." Well that certainly sounds interesting, he thought.

A slightly uncomfortable silence descended. Over the next couple of hours Cole sat there somewhat awkwardly as various people came in from the street. Each was met by a sales person and vanished into the back. The place certainly did seem to stay busy, Cole figured.

Finally, the door opened and Ms Dalgarno emerged, with Eris behind. Cole gaped.

She was dressed... somewhat... in red leather.

Lord knows how, Cole thought, but they had managed to find a halter top that could actually wrap around her enormous body and contain those tremendous breasts, though it was clearly having to put up a considerable effort to achieve the job. The garment didn't lift them - they didn't need it - but it did press them together, producing an effect that was, to put it very mildly, extremely distracting. The matching red leather skirt was a mass of pleats. It came down to mid-thigh, drawing the eye to the massive muscularity of her legs.

The outfit was finished off with a pair of knee-length leather red boots. The heels on them must have been five inches, adding to her already impressive height.

Eris struck a pose, flexing her muscles. The effect was stunning. Cole gaped, truly speechless. Eris smiled and glanced at Ms Dalgarno, who was clutching what looked like at least a dozen different bags. "I told you he'd get hard," she said smugly.

Cole blushed furiously as he realised that she was right; his cock was throbbing hard in his pants, making a rather obvious bulge. Ms Delgarno permitted herself a slightly amused smile. "So you did," she said.

"I'll let you know where we're staying," Eris said, relieving the other woman of the bags. "You can send the rest over as soon as you can, please."

A few minutes later they were back in his car. "I rather like this look," Eris said, admiring herself. Cole had to admit that he rather enjoyed it himself.

"Where to now?" He asked after finishing a long survey.

"Oh, we're going to go pay your wife a visit," she said calmly.

His stomach did a flip-flop. "Um..." he managed. "Why?"

"I told you I don't share, Cole," she said. "You belong to me now. Somewhere out there is a woman who thinks otherwise, and that's not acceptable to me. So, I am going to go and educate her."

"Please don't kill her," he begged.

Eris looked at him appraisingly. The look in her eyes was... disconcerting. It felt like the look an adult might give to a toddler. "I'll tell you what," she said finally. "I'll make a deal with you. I will maybe spare her life... on the condition that you give me your absolute unquestioning support whilst we are there. You will back up anything I say, anything I do. No hesitations, no objections. Do that... and I may let her live."

He hesitated, trying to work out what to do. Could he really make such a promise? Those mays and maybes were awful thin. And even if she didn't kill Kate... It left her with the room to do an awful lot. But then what choice did he have, really?

"Agreed," he said.

"Good." Eris smiled. "Come on Cole, cheer up. You're going home!"

He lived in a small house on the outskirts of the city. The drive took about fifteen minutes; Cole spent the entire journey trying to work out what the hell might be about to happen, and what he could do about it.

After the insanity of the last few days it seemed incredibly ordinary to drive back into his home street and pull up in front of his house. He felt like the dizzying changes that had taken place should be reflected here somehow.

"Remember," Eris said to Cole as he turned the engine off, her voice deadly serious. "You agree with and go along with every single thing I say. If you do that... I might let this bitch live. Are we quite clear?"

Cole nodded dumbly. He followed her up the path to his front door with a feeling of utter dread twisting his stomach. He expected her to simply kick it in, but to his surprise she rang the doorbell and meekly stood there until it opened.

His heart leapt. Kate stood there, looking out at Eris with a puzzled look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something and then caught sight of Cole standing behind the muscular Amazon giant. Her expression shifted to outright confusion. "Cole..." she began, glancing back to Eris. "What's... um, who's this?"

Eris walked through the open door, not quite shoving his wife out of the way as she sauntered into his home. Cole followed, taking his wife's hand and squeezing it as reassuringly as he could. The door closed behind them as they followed Eris into the living room. She stood in the centre of the room, her hands clasped over her abdomen. Perhaps it was Cole's imagination, but she seemed to be more muscular than usual. She practically exuded raw power and sexuality, dominating the room, and despite everything he found himself becoming turned on.

"What's this about?" Kate asked. "Where's Eric? Did you drop him off already? I didn't think you'd be back for another day or two...

"Well, Kate - do you mind if I call you Kate, by the way?" Eris smiled sunnily as his wife nodded uncertainly. "How wonderful. And you can call me Eris. So, Kate, the reason we've come here is to let you know that I'm taking Cole off of you."

Kate looked at her uncertainly. "You're... doing what...?"

Eris smiled wider. "I'm taking him off of you. You see, he's sick and tired of being the husband of a flabby, weak, whiny bitch like yourself. Isn't that right, Cole?"

Cole looked into the face of the woman he loved. The tension was twisting his stomach up so bad that he felt like puking. Slowly he forced himself to nod. "That's right," he said softly.

"Truth is, Cole has always wanted a woman like me." Eris flexed her arms, and the muscles practically exploded with power. He would swear her biceps must be twenty-two inches around. His cock throbbed in his pants. "I turn him on, you see. The muscles, the power behind them... just so damn big and sexy. You've never seen anything like it, have you? Six feet four of solid feminine power. I'm the most muscular woman in the world, and because of that your little husband is my bitch, now.

"And of course, there's these tits," she said. Her hands went to the leather-covered orbs, caressing them. "Aren't they incredible? So big and round - a G cup right now, actually. But not all saggy and floppy, like your tired old tits. No, these are so firm, they practically laugh at gravity. Cole loves them," she grinned conspiratorially. "You should see how excited he gets when I put his cock between them, Kate. The cum practically explodes out of his dick, it's amazing to watch."

Kate finally found her voice. "What is this?!" She demanded. "What are you talking about?" She rounded on her husband. "Cole, who is this woman that you've brought into my home? Is she insane?"

"She's telling the truth," he heard himself say. "I'm sorry, darling. I really am. But what she's saying is true." The shock and beginnings of pain on her face pierced his heart like an arrow. He wanted to take the words back, wanted to make it not so... but he couldn't. He stood there, paralysed by the fear of what might happen if he tried.

And, on some deep level that he still wanted to deny the existence of, a part of him whispered cruel questions that he couldn't bring himself to face. Wasn't it true, what she was saying? The voice whispered. Wasn't she just laying out the facts? How many times did you have sex with her... you tell yourself it was rape, but didn't it stop being rape after the third or fourth time? Was it ever really rape at all...?

"You get out," Kate said to Eris. "This is my house, and I want you out, right now. Get out and never come back here." She turned to Cole, and the look of pain and anger on her face kindled a shame that was almost more than he could bear. "And you go with her."

Eris shook her head. "Kate, you don't get to tell me what to do," she said. "There really is no need to get upset about this. I'm merely here to tell you that your husband belongs to me now. I'm the kind of woman he needs - not a fat, ugly, flabby weakling like yourself."

Cole watched as his wife flushed red with anger. "You fucking whore!" She screamed, stepping forward towards Eris. She reached out and shoved her. Or rather, tried to shove her. The anger turned to puzzlement as the shove had no impact on the Amazon. Kate was not a stupid woman, Cole thought, she had to know that she wasn't going to be pushing Eris around the room. But surely even the largest of women would have staggered back a few inches under a good hard shove. But she hadn't. Not an inch, not a hundredth of an inch. Pushing Eris hadn't been like pushing a very large, strong person. It had been like pushing a bulldozer. Or the Hoover dam.

With incredible speed Eris reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of his wife's head. She raised her arm slowly, her already huge bicep swelling perceptibly as she practically lifted Kate off the floor. Her right hand curled into a fist, muscles swelling as she tensed. He watched in terror, knowing what Eris could do with her fists. A tiny fraction of her strength could very easily punch his wife's spine out of her back.

The fist flew squarely into his wife's stomach. Her face lost all expression, her mouth opening in a perfect circle as the breath whooshed out of her in a single explosive gasp.

"Firstly, you don't call me names," Eris said mildly. Something unclenched inside of Cole. His wife's body had not ruptured and burst, as he had half-expected. The fist flew again, and his wife's body went limp as it hammered home into her abdomen with a solid thud. "It's very impolite. Secondly, you don't attack me." Another punch hit home, and Kate moaned weakly. Eris tossed her across the room contemptuously, throwing her onto the sofa. "You just sit there for a little while, there's a good girl," Eris said. "There's something I want you to see. Cole!" She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. "Knees. Now!"

Cole obediently dropped to his knees before her. Eris looked down at him, a fond smile playing on her lips, and then glanced at his wife. Her eyes looked a little glassy, she thought, but the woman was still conscious. Good.

"Who owns you?" She asked Cole softly.

"You own me," Cole said. Just going along with it, he told himself. Just playing along, like you swore you would... for Kate's sake.

"Who is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" She asked.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said. The words sounded utterly sincere, even to him.

"Who do you love?" She asked him quietly.

"I love you," he responded.

"Yes, you love me," she practically crooned in pleasure as she looked over at Kate. "Not that fat weakling of a wife, yes?"

"That's right," he said.

"Say it, Cole," Eris said gently. "Say it out loud. Let her hear it."

He glanced back at his wife, seeing the pain written in her face, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. "I love you, Eris," he said. "I love you, and not my fat weakling of a wife."

He felt strong hands lifting him, turning him so that he was facing Kate. Eris pressed herself against him from behind, all steel-hard muscles and firm but delightfully soft breasts, her hands caressing his chest gently.

Her fingers slid into his shirt and slowly pulled. The buttons resisted for a moment and then burst open. She ripped it from him methodically, and very, very slowly. "Do you want proof?" She asked his wife. Her hands went to his trousers, and Cole whimpered as her huge biceps closed against his sides, enfolding him in muscle. A jerk of her hands ripped his trousers to pieces, and she dropped the rags at his feet. His cock sprang up, rock hard, and Eris slid one hand around it. Her other arm wrapped around his chest, steel muscles constricting his ribs just slightly.

"Look at him, Kate," Eris crooned. "Look how excited my muscles make him. How long since you could get him this hard, Kate? A long time, isn't it? Or did you ever mange it?" She walked forward, effortlessly moving Cole with her until they were standing right in front of his wife. Eris began to stroke him slowly, and Cole moaned as the now-familiar lust coursed through his body.

"Hmmm, look at him, bitch," Eris said. She was directing the words at his wife but was practically whispering into Cole's ear, in a voice so sexy it gave him thrills just hearing it. "Look at how easily I can turn him on. I haven't just taken him from you... that was easy. I've also made him into my little bitch. He's my slave, Kate... your husband is my slave, and I do whatever I want with him. And it was so easy to do. He whined about it a little, he had a few bad feelings about it, but you know what? He barely even complained. He barely even tried to resist me."

She sped up her stroking. "I've done this to so many men, Kate. I've made slaves of men thousands of times, so many that I can barely even remember them all. But I don't think I've ever had one fall into it as easily as your husband did. He practically begged to be my property. Do you want to see how completely he belongs to me, Kate? Shall I show you?"

She released her hold on Cole's chest and slid her left hand under his buttocks. With casual ease she lifted him bodily, supporting his weight on one hand whilst the other still held his rampant cock. "Cole," she said, "I'm changing our deal. I'm going to give you two minutes. If you don't cum within those two minutes, I'll release you. I'll leave you and your wife here alone and you'll never see me again." She paused, thinking. "In fact... if you don't cum within the next two minutes, I will spare the entire world. You know why I'm here, what I'm going to do. If you don't cum within two minutes, I'll just leave. I'll leave this world, and I give you my world I will never return and never trouble this planet again. It's entirely up to you, Cole. You have the fate of humanity in your hand... or rather, in your cock! You can literally save the world. All you have to do... is not cum. Two minutes to save the world, Cole. Starting... now."

With that, she began to masturbate him.

The breath caught in Cole's throat. Oh Jesus, she wasn't... oh fuck, he thought. She was, she really was.

She wasn't stroking him with her hand. That was the thing that really hit him. Not the fact that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was jerking him off right there in front of his wife. No. It was the fact that she was doing it by keeping her right hand perfectly still, curled around his cock... whist with her left hand she casually raised and lowered his entire body.

It wasn't the greatest display of strength he had seen from Eris, not by a long way. But as an image, nothing he had seen hit him more powerfully. The casual ease with which she hefted him, supporting his entire body weight in one hand, lifting him with no more effort than he might expend to lift a feather, or a mote of dust.

Oh god, don't cum, he thought frantically to himself. Think of something... think of numbers. Distract yourself! Two and two is four... four and four is eight... eight and eight is sixteen...

"See, this is the reality," Eris said as she casually raised and lowered his body. "Cole needs a strong woman. He needs muscles, and power. Physical strength beyond his own, beyond any human strength. But it's not even just that, really."

Cole grabbed the hand around his cock and tried to prise it away. He flung all his strength and weight into it, desperately trying to prise it loose. He might as well have been pulling on the arm of a bronze statue for all the difference it made. Eris chuckled as she watched his efforts. "So feeble in comparison, aren't you Cole? But don't worry. There isn't a man in the world who could so much as bend my finger if I didn't want it to bend."

He tried anyway. Kate was starting to get her breath back. She moved feebly, trying to rise from the couch, desperate to escape the scene playing out before her. She barely managed a couple of inches before the pain in her abdomen overcame her.

"You see, what Cole really needs is mental strength. He's terribly ashamed of his own desires. He thinks of his desire for a strong woman as a thing to cower away from. He tries desperately to pretend that he's not really like that - he even thinks of those desires as if they were a separate entity, as if it were... what did he call it? Oh yes... as if it were a ‘beast' living inside him. It's a way of distancing himself from what he really wants, you see, of not having to admit to himself what he really is.

"But you know what? He longs for a woman with the mental strength to tear through that. He longs for a woman who knows and understands what he is, deep down... and who can rip through all that pathetic self-deception and force him to be what he really is... which is a completely owned, completely controlled, obedient little slave."

Cole whimpered as he jerked against her arm, over and over again. Oh God, how was it possible... how could she know all this? Five hundred and twelve and five hundred and twelve are one thousand and twenty-four... his cock was practically throbbing as she curled him, up and down, up and down... bicep swelling rhythmically as she pumped her arm.

"And that's what I've made him, Kate. I've taken your husband from you, and I've turned him into my weak, helpless little slave. Oh, you should see the things I've done! The things I've made him watch. The sadism, the cruelties, the mayhem and death. And you know what, Kate? He's loved it. Oh, he lies to himself about how upsetting it all is, about how he wants to escape, but you know what? He never even tries. He just follows along like the good little lapdog that he is. Do you know how I made him do it, bitch?" She laughed, and it was the cruellest sound he had ever heard. "I just allowed him to. That's all. I told him he was mine, and I let him tag along. That's all it took. Because he wants it, bitch. He wants me. And now he's going to prove it to you."

Her right hand gripped his cock tighter, and suddenly she was lifting him twice as fast. Cole moaned as the pleasure radiated out from his cock, feeling his balls tightening, throbbing with the need to cum. Distracting thoughts were forgotten, washed away in a tide of lust. He couldn't cum, he mustn't cum, he had to hold off, resist.

But he couldn't resist her, no more than any of her victims could. She lifted him one last time, her right hand squeezing almost painfully tight, her muscles flexing and swelling impossibly, and with a cry that was equal parts lust and torment, pleasure and pain, Cole's cock erupted with the hardest orgasm of his life. His balls literally throbbed, pumping the cum out in spurt after spurt. It spattered all over him, all over Eris's hand, dripping down to the floor.

Eris set him down on his feet. He staggered, practically dizzy with the force of the orgasm. She moved in towards Kate, straddling her. Cole watched as his wife struggled to pull free, to get away. She had no chance, of course, none at all.

Eris took hold of Kate's jaw with her left hand. That arm had just effortlessly lifted Cole's entire body; for all he knew she could lift a cruise liner with it. One pinned and terrified woman was nothing in comparison.

Eris brought her other hand to Kate's face and slowly, inch by agonisingly slow inch, wiped Cole's cum on her face. Kate sobbed, tears of utter humiliation mixing with his cum on her cheeks.

"Your husband belongs to me," Eris said very softly. "He is mine, until I choose to discard him. I want it. He wants it. And you... well neither one of us gives the slightest hint of a shit about what you want, bitch."

She lifted off Kate's lap, turning to face Cole and dragging his wife off the couch until she was kneeling between Eris's gigantic thighs, facing him.

"Beg me to kill your wife," she said.

"No, please," he whispered. "Don't do that. You can't do that, you promised..."

"Look at me, Cole," she said. "Look at how strong I am, how dominant. Think about it. Think about the things I've done, the people I've killed. You love it. I know that silly conscience of yours is trying to tell you that you don't, but it's a lie, Cole. Look at how turned on you are, how excited. After I hurt and humiliated this bitch, I could still turn you on so easily. With the fate of the world in the balance, I could still make you cum so easily. You want this, Cole. I'm a creature of the Id, a mass of pleasures and desires. I take anything I want, I do anything I want - I deny myself nothing, ever. And you love that strength, Cole, that power. You love it so much that nothing else matters. You want me to destroy and smash and kill. You want me to kill your wife. You want to watch me do it, want to see me exercise my power. Don't you, Cole?"

The words cut through him like a knife. How could he admit to such a thing? Admit to it... to his own deepest desires.

"She dared to take something I wanted, Cole. That's an insult to me. She did it before we ever met, before I knew I wanted you, before you knew I even existed to be wanted, but I don't care. She took something I wanted and she married it, and I won't forgive that. I don't care what I said before; I'm going to kill this bitch, and you're going to beg me to do it. Aren't you?"

Cole nodded. Slowly, almost imperceptibly. But he nodded.

"Say it, Cole," Eris said. "You love my muscles, don't you?"

"Yes..." he whispered.

"You love my strength."

"Yes..."

"You love my sadism, too. Love to see me use that strength to smash and destroy inferior weaklings."

He felt tears in his eyes, but he couldn't stop the word. "Yes..."

"Tell me Cole... tell me what you want me to do."

"Kill her..." he could never have believed he would hear the words. But there they were.

"Just kill her, Cole?"

"No..." he whispered shakily. "Use your strength... hurt her..."

She smiled. One hand went to Kate's jaw. "Are you sure, Cole? Shall I break her and hurt her for you?"

He nodded jerkily. "Yessssss," he hissed.

A twitch of her fingers and he heard Kate's jaw shatter like delicate glass. She squealed in agony, and his cock throbbed hard.

"Again," he whispered.

Eris took Kate's right forearm in her hand. "Shall I squeeze, lover?"

"Yes," he whispered. And just like that, the bones of Kate's forearm shattered.

It took half an hour. Bone after bone. Cole watched the entire thing, watched Eris turn the woman he had thought he loved into a twitching barely-alive lump of agonised flesh, no longer capable of even moaning in pain. He throbbed hard as iron throughout, and by the end of it he had forgotten even to be ashamed of the fact.

Finally, Eris placed a booted foot on the broken woman's head. She looked at Cole, smiling, a question in her eyes.

He nodded. Eris's foot descended, slowly, implacably, unstoppably. There was a loud crack as her skull gave way. Her body spasmed once, again... and was still.

Eris stood up. The red leather skirt dropped to her ankles, followed a moment later by the lacy thong panties. "You have pleased your Goddess, my worshipper," she said. "Now you may worship her."

And there, beside the ruined body of the woman he had betrayed, he did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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