by Jay Manus

 

Janie turned and headed back to the street.  At the fence, she didn’t even bother adjusting her path by the few feet it would have required for her to pass through Elsa’s existing hole, preferring instead to tear her own hole.  She stepped out into the middle of the street.

 

This was a residential side street, not busy by any means, but Janie only had to wait a minute or two for something to show up.  It happened to be a big, lumbering, dark brown UPS truck.  She stood there, directly in its path, arrogantly staring at the driver.  She didn’t put up her hand, or signal the driver in any way to stop, and she certainly didn’t show any fear or make any move to get out of its way.  Janie was well aware of the fact that she was in absolutely no danger, no matter what the driver decided to do.  Come to think of it, I don’t believe Janie really understood the concept of danger, since it could never apply to her.

 

What the driver did was to bring his truck to a halt about ten feet in front of Jane.  He didn’t seem to mind doing it, either.  Letting the engine idle, he just sat back and stared at her, wondering I suppose what such a stunningly gorgeous girl was doing in the middle of the street.

 

He didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Janie gave him one of her dazzling smiles, the kind that was guaranteed to bring a stir to any man’s loins.  Then she kissed her hand and positioned it palm up in front of her face.  After what looked like an unnecessarily deep breath, she blew him the kiss.

 

Janie’s exhalation had an immediate effect.  First, the van’s flat windshield shattered into small pieces, spraying the horrified driver as he belatedly threw up his arms.  Then the front of the truck began to rise off the ground, as if it weighed less than the air which now flowed below it.  I watched as the front continued to rise in slow motion, and Janie’s wind storm began to take hold of the van’s underside and rear end.  Finally the rear came off the ground as well, and Janie continued to blow as the entire truck flew upward and backward.  She didn’t stop blowing until it had flown several blocks, at which point it crashed down on top of another of the ubiquitous Silicon Valley apartment complexes.

 

My supergirl turned to us and grinned triumphantly.  Elsa and I cheered and applauded as she took a mock bow, her very large breasts filling the T-shirt heavily.

 

As she straightened up, Janie had an idea.  “Hey Elsa, let’s play ping pong.”  Without waiting for Elsa’s response, she reached down and grabbed the underside of the nearest parked car, a Volkswagen convertible.  Lifting the little car above her head, she took a breath, exhaled, and sent the poor car flying over in our direction. 

 

Elsa was quick enough this time to realize what was happening.  As the convertible crested and began to fall toward us, she took her own breath, exhaled, and sent it flying back toward its origin.  The two girls played with the car for a while, keeping it about 30 feet up in the air using only their breath.  While it was up there, Janie glanced at me to see how I was taking all this.  Just to enhance my enjoyment, she began kneading her ample soft boobs, soon shredding the fabric of her shirt.  That definitely heightened my excitement – both girls were beautiful and super, but Janie had a special ability and eagerness to see that I got the most out of her exploits.

 

Our game was interrupted, though, by the arrival of a hastily dressed young woman, yelling and waving her arms around as she ran.  “Hey, that’s my car!  What are you doing?  That’s my car!  Put my car down!”  Both supergirls turned to look at her, neither one really caring as the Volkswagen crashed down in a heap between them.  The woman stopped short and screamed hysterically.  “My car!  My car!  What did you do to my new car?  Why did you do that?  I just bought that car!”  My two lovely friends both crossed their arms and faced her.  Janie glanced at me, then at her, then glanced back at me, a questioning look in her eyes.  I wasn’t sure what Janie had in mind, but I knew it would be for my benefit, whatever it was.  So I nodded my encouragement.

 

“Hey, miss – hey – hey, what’s your name?”  Jane’s voice was gentle.

 

The young woman finally stopped sobbing and looked at her, tears running down her cheek.  “Terry,” she replied weakly.

 

“Ok, Terry, listen.  You want your car back, right?”  Terry nodded.  “Well, we can get you your car back, just the way it was when you left it.”

 

“You can?”  Terry sounded hopeful.  The absurdity of such a statement hadn’t quite dawned on her.

 

“Yeah, we can.  But first, I think our friend Jim over there wants you to do something.”  The girl turned and looked at me.

 

That was my cue.  “Terry, I want you to obey my every word, and I want you to have a million times your current physical strength and infinite invulnerability.  Make it happen.”

 

“Ok,” she said, needlessly.  She didn’t notice that anything had happened to her, but I knew it had.  I knew she was now my slave.

 

“Take off your sweatshirt.”  Terry drew the dark green oversized pullover over her head.  Apparently in her haste to dress, she hadn’t put on any pants, relying on the extra large pullover to cover what needed covering.  She was now wearing only a bra and a narrow pair of panties, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had quite a sexy body.  The long, slender legs which were visible before now seemed even more dramatic.  Her tits weren’t big enough, though.  I silently made them grow until they threatened to overflow her bra.

 

“Good,” I said, “now let’s test your strength.  Stick your fingers into the roadbed and scoop out some asphalt.”  She obediently knelt down and dug a six-inch deep hole in the street, using only the fingers of one hand.

 

“Ok, invulnerability next.”  I conjured a loaded 9-mm pistol and handed it to her.  “Here.  Put the muzzle in your mouth and pull the trigger.”  Terry wrapped her lips around the gunpoint and, without hesitating, shot herself in the throat.  I knew everything was in order when she didn’t even blink. 

 

Terry pulled the gun out of her mouth and waited.  “Great.  You can squeeze that gun into a ball of metal now, and eat it.”  She did as she was told, easily taking large bites out of the now smushed weapon, chewing them, and swallowing.

 

“Ok, now go over to that tree over there,” I pointed to one of the medium-sized Elm trees which were sparsely planted on both sides of the road, “and press your breasts against the bark.”  She did as she was told.  “Push hard,” I encouraged, and soon there was a loud cracking sound and the 18-inch trunk splintered and broke.  The tree fell, its crown smashing a huge gash in the roof of the house behind it.  Terry fell forward, almost losing her balance, but she caught herself and backed up again.  Her panties caught on some ragged splinters which protruded from the remaining stump, and tore, but Terry didn’t seem to notice.

 

As you might expect, I was thoroughly enjoying this display of feminine strength.  It was time to make it personal.  “Now, come to me,” I said.  She stood about 3 feet from me and looked into my eyes.  Her face was expressionless.

 

“Kiss me.”  She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me, planted her lips on mine, and gave me a deep, sensual kiss.  It was very nice, especially feeling the simultaneous fullness and softness of her breasts on my chest.

 

After a minute, a movement behind her caught my eye, and I realized that people were beginning to gather to watch this unique spectacle.  I silently made the four of us invisible to anyone but ourselves, and also made the onlookers forget what they saw here.  When I saw them turn and continue on their ways, I pushed Terry gently away.

 

“Terry, I want you to tear my clothes off.  Slowly.”

 

Without taking her eyes from mine, she grabbed my T-shirt in two places and began to pull her hands gradually apart.  Soon the growing tension between them stretched the material beyond its limit, and the T-short tore down the middle.  Terry didn’t seem to even notice what had happened, as she continued inexorably to spread her arms apart.  My own eyes dropped to her dramatic breasts now, mesmerized by their sheer size and softness, fascinated by the power of the girl behind them.  Then the back of my shirt ripped, all the way up to the collar, and Terry was holding two half-shirts, one in each hand.

 

She dropped them on the ground and lowered her hands to my belt.  In a similar manner she ripped my jeans apart, stopping only when she held two separate pieces of material.  My impressive shaft, now fully erect, had found its way into the space between Terry’s legs.  There I could feel the softness of her smooth inner thighs on both sides of my cock.  Savoring that sensation, I put my hands on her hips and began driving myself slowly in and out, feeling Terry’s breasts alternately compressed and released as her whole body pressed against mine.

 

It occurred to me that this gentle thrusting was just as erotic as full-scale fucking.  But no sooner had the thought crossed my mind, than my cock became impossibly hard – lifting Terry 12 inches off the ground by her pubic bone – and suddenly spraying hot cum all over the parked cars lining the curb behind her!

 

My erection subsided along with the pleasure of the moment, and I became aware of Elsa and Janie giggling behind me.  Realizing the humor of what I’d just done, I started laughing too.  Only Terry remained impassive.

 

Finally, Elsa asked, “Jim, you going to use her for anything other than sex?”

 

I began to wonder.  She was my slave, after all, I could make her do anything I wanted.  And she was incredibly powerful, so she was quite capable of doing pretty much anything I could cook up.  But nothing came to me.  “Well,” I asked, “got any ideas?”

 

Elsa responded, “I saw a bank around the corner there.  Maybe she can do something there.”

 

“Like rob the bank?”  I thought about Cheryl’s exploits and decided that Terry could do a variation on that.  “Ok, let’s go.”

 

We walked around the corner to a Wells Fargo Bank branch office.   Picking up on the theme, I gave Terry a holster belt and pistol, right out of a wild west movie.  There she was, completely naked except for a gun belt and bra, the latter barely doing any job at all.  I really liked what I saw.  There’s something very sexy about a holster belt on a narrow bare skin waist, an exposed feminine crotch, and big, conspicuous breasts.

 

“Terry, see that row of ATM machines over there?”  She nodded.  “I want you to bring me all the money from inside those machines.  And do plenty of damage, OK?”  She nodded again.  As she walked toward her target, I made her visible again to the world.

 

Watching Terry’s taught derrière with the leather belt, and noticing how the sides of her big tits were discernable from behind, I suddenly had an idea.  “Hey, wait a minute,” I called.  Terry stopped.  I caught up with her and jumped on her back, wrapping my legs around her waist, and my arms around her torso.  The added weight burdened her not at all, but now I could continually enjoy her big, soft breasts as she put her impressive strength to use.

 

Terry reached the glass-enclosed room and opened the door.  The door was, of course, locked to anyone who hadn’t inserted an appropriate card, but against the sheer strength in one of Terry’s slender arms, it stood no chance.  She tore the door off its metal frame and stepped inside.

 

Of the three machines, two were being used by customers.  Terry stepped up behind them and grabbed the backs of their shirts with her hands.  She lifted them both off the ground, turned around and ejected them through the floor-to-ceiling windows.  I was definitely enjoying squeezing her boobs as she treated these two individuals as if they were no more than obstacles to her objective, of no more interest to her than was the entrance door. 

 

Terry turned back to the first machine.  Not really knowing where in the device to find its cash, she simply forced her fingers through its steel face and pulled the hard metal aside as if it were tissue paper.   She found the money cassette behind the CRT, which she tugged out of the machine.  Terry didn’t even notice the high-voltage sparks that accompanied that action, nor the small explosion and flying glass shards that resulted from her dropping the CRT on the floor.  She got her money cassette, twisted the metal until it came apart, and pulled out the bills. 

 

On to the second machine, she didn’t bother tearing the front panel, preferring instead to put her hand straight through the CRT (without even making a fist), and drag out the cassette.  The third machine fared no better as she decided, apparently for variety’s sake, to stick her hand through the plaster wall next to the machine and seize its cassette from the side.  Then, for grins I guess, she ripped the entire third machine out of its receptacle and dumped it on the floor.   Her strength was amazing!  This much destruction was child’s play for her!  Finally, with me still clinging to her back, Terry returned to where Janie and Elsa were watching.

 

I dropped to the ground and accepted her proffered wad of bills.  These I handed to Elsa for safe keeping, but she shrugged and promptly threw them up into the air.  None of us really cared as a few thousand dollars blew lightly around in the breeze.  With my abilities, what use did any of us have for money?  I personally cared least of all, since my face was now buried inside Terry’s deep cleavage.  I was making the most of her breasts’ overwhelming softness and welcoming appeal, kissing their inner sides and rubbing them against my cheeks.  My hands found their way to her iron-hard nipples, which were well behind my ears at this point, and which I rotated now between thumb and forefinger.  Terry let out a soft gasp, and I shifted to sucking one of her rigid nipples, flicking my tongue around its tip, and simultaneously squeezing her breast with both hands.  I couldn’t get enough of Terry’s delectably inviting bosom.

 

However, after a few minutes of trying, I was startled by a loud twang!  Pulling away I saw that Janie had ripped a lamppost out of the ground and swung it at Terry’s back.  The steel pole hadn’t bothered her, of course, but the sound it produced as it wrapped itself around Terry’s and my bodies was deafening!  I turned my attention to Janie.  “Hey, what…” I asked.

 

Janie’s response was immediate.  “Cut that out already, would you?  This is getting boring for Elsa and me.  Can’t we get on to something else now?  I wanna break more things.”  That last comment was accompanied by an evil but precocious pout. 

 

I laughed and stepped away from Terry.  If there was any question of allegiance here, mine would clearly have to rest with my supergirls.  Terry was only a temporary diversion.  “Ok,” I said, “let’s get Terry back to her own world.”

 

I turned to my half-naked companion with the wild west holster.  “Now, Terry, take us back to where you live.”  Terry turned and began walking down the street.  We passed the park and stopped in front of one of the large, well-groomed houses situated on its opposite border.  The house had a two-car garage, with a Mercedes and a BMW parked in the driveway. 

 

“This is where you live?”

 

Terry nodded.

 

“Whose cars are those?”

 

“They’re my parents’.  I live with my parents.”

 

“Oh.  Do you have a significant other?”

 

“I’m divorced.”

 

“Really?  Tell me about that.”

 

“Bob and I were married about a year ago, but we didn’t get along.  Actually, he had never really left his old girlfriend.  As soon as I found out, it was over.  That was about two months ago.”

 

“Have you seen him since?”

 

“Only once, when we signed the divorce papers.  I hate him.”

 

“Would you like to get back at him now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

An idea was shaping itself in my head, but I couldn’t quite figure out how to accomplish it.  I turned to Elsa and Jane for help.

 

“Ok, so I want to get Terry’s ex here, but I don’t know how to find him.  Any suggestions?”

 

Elsa responded quite readily.  “You got me here just by seeing my picture in a magazine, didn’t you?  Maybe Terry can show you a picture of Bob.”

 

“Good idea.  Terry, do you have a picture?”

 

Terry shook her head.  “I burned everything that even reminded me of him.”

 

Then Janie piped up.  “Why don’t you just think about what he looked like?  Jim, you read her mind.”

 

Read her mind?  Well, why not.  Silently I imagined that I could read Terry’s mind, and thought, “Make it happen.”  I closed my eyes, and instantly a fuzzy picture appeared in my imagination.  It quickly clarified to reveal a rather handsome-looking young man in his mid-twenties.  He was lifting an obviously loaded barbell, and his well sculpted skin was glistening with sweat. 

 

Without opening my eyes I asked, “That’s him?”  Terry nodded – a movement which I somehow experienced rather than saw.  Then I imagined him here in front of us, and repeated my usual incantation, “Make it happen.”

 

When I had summoned Elsa from her picture, she had appeared, not as I saw her in the picture, but as she really existed at that moment.  True to form, Bob appeared, not lifting weights, but driving his car – a red Porsche, to be exact.   His car landed on the road about 40 feet away from us, and to Bob’s credit, he was able to swerve around his former wife and screech to a halt before he hit the curb.  Of course, I knew it wouldn’t have mattered if he had smashed full-force into Terry’s beautiful, mostly naked figure.  The car would have borne all the damage.

 

Bob was, needless to say, a little surprised and disoriented.  Actually, dazed might be a better word.  My supergirls and I were still invisible, so all he saw was Terry standing innocently in front of her house.  But something about her lack of reaction as he almost ran her down have him pause.  He sat in his car for a moment, and I took the opportunity to silently give Terry back her free will.  Her face suddenly animated.  Terry knew two important things now: that she was extremely strong and invincible, and that the man who had ruined her life was sitting in his car before her.