by Jay Manus

 

“C’mon, give it a try.  Are you chicken?”

 

“Chicken?  I think the results are pretty predictable.”

 

“So what?  C’mon, put your elbow right here.”

 

I took in the lovely sight of my very own supergirl again, marveling anew that such an exquisite combination of beauty, sensuality and physical strength had entered my life, apparently for as long as I wanted her to be here.  She was sitting across the kitchen table from me, her long hair curling slightly into her narrow waist, her smile ready, her eyes eager, her breasts so big that they rested on the tabletop, even though they were held back by a tight-fitting sleeveless turtleneck.  Now she wanted to arm-wrestle me, knowing full well that I didn’t stand a chance against muscles that could just as easily take on a diesel locomotive.  But she would not be deterred.  I shook my head in resignation and positioned myself as best I could.

 

Janie took her place and announced, “One, two, three, go!”  On that signal, I pushed with all my might, and got nowhere.  I added my other hand to the fight, and finally stood up in order to lend my weight to the task.  It was like trying to push the face of a granite cliff.  Janie just kept her forearm vertical and began to look bored.  “I said go, didn’t you hear me?” she teased.  I climbed up onto the table and began pushing for all I was worth.  Janie was frowning at her fingernails.

 

Finally, she appeared to show an interest in my efforts.  “Oh, ready to start?”  With that she pushed her hand gently in my direction, forcing me to lose my balance and flip over backwards, landing on the floor.  Janie thought that was absolutely hysterical, and Elsa, looking on, joined into the mirth.  Me, I was just glad I had wished myself invulnerability – but also secretly euphoric at this further demonstration of Janie’s utter superiority over mankind.

 

After the laughter had faded, we began talking about Terry, and all that she had done earlier that day.  “What did you think of her ex-husband?” I asked.

 

“Bob?” replied Elsa.  “I think he was a bastard to hurt such a nice woman.”

 

“Terry didn’t look the same when Bob married her, you know,” noted Janie.  “Jim made her tits bigger, remember?”

 

“Yeah, that’s right.  But that’s all he changed, isn’t it?  I mean, about the way she looked.  I think she was pretty, even when she had smallish tits.  Of course, I only got a glimpse – Jim’s never been known to leave a girl’s tits the way they are for very long.”  She smiled at me, tracing the outline of her own wonderful mounds with her finger.

 

Janie nodded.  Then Elsa added, “But you know, that Bob was sort of handsome, don’t you think?”

 

“Yeah, in a bastard sort of way,” Janie countered.

 

“I know, but take away his personality, and I think he was pretty cute.”

 

An idea was forming in my mind as I listened to this conversation.  I had been thinking about how my attempts to make Terry a slave had failed because in fact, I really didn’t want to harm her.  But maybe….

 

“He looked like he had good size pecs, judging by the way his shirt fit, and his face looked sort of Hispanic, the way I like them – present company excluded,” she winked at me.

 

“You want him, Elsa?” I asked.

 

Elsa looked surprised.  Then she realized that my offer was no idle suggestion.  She thought about it for a minute, then asked, “It wouldn’t bother you, Jim?”

 

“No, not in the least.  If you want him, he’s yours.”

 

“Well, yeah, I would like to have him.  Just for an evening.”

 

“Where?  Where do you want to be with him?”

 

Elsa giggled.  She said the first thing that came to her mind.  “At the mall.  I want him to buy me things.  Then we can go somewhere else after that.”

 

“You got it.”  I prepared my plans, then said, “I want you and Bob to find each other in the Great Mall in Milpitas.  When you meet, I want Bob to come completely under your control.  Bob will carry out every command that you give him.  He will still have free will, but not the will to disobey one of your commands.  You can even think your commands at him and he will obey you.  When you’re done with him, just say ‘There’s no place like home’, and you will reappear where you’re sitting now.  Oh, and nobody who sees either of you will notice anything unusual about anything you say or do.”

 

Then, to Elsa, “Ready?”

 

Elsa nodded.  “Ready.”

 

“Make it happen.”  Elsa vanished.

 

Jane and I looked at each other.  “That ought to be interesting,” she said.

 

“Yeah, I think so too.  Elsa can tell us all about it when she gets back.”

 

I glanced around the apartment.  It occurred to me that I had had to restore it quite a few times since I started keeping supergirls around.  It was dark outside, and I was tired.  I was about to suggest that we turn in for the night, but Janie had different ideas.

 

“So, it’s just the two of us now,” she said.

 

“Yeah, but I’m tired.”

 

“Forget that!  It’s my turn to have your magnificent dick.”

 

I smiled in spite of myself, and my ever-ready member responded of its own accord to the way she wiggled her boobs on the table.

 

Janie got up and came around the table.  She lifted up my chair with me still in it, then turned it in mid-air so that my knees were under her right arm.  With her teeth, then, she ripped open my jeans crotch, instantly relieving the pressure on my cock.  “Hey,” she said, “looks like I already have control over you.  Or part of you, anyway.”

 

She proceeded to suck me as she carried me into the bedroom.

 

Bob found himself in Sears.  He knew it was Sears because he recognized the Craftsman table saw before him.  But what he didn’t understand was how the hell he’d gotten there.  The last thing he remembered was that he was watching the 49ers on TV, trying to drown his memories of the day with as many wine coolers as he could pour down his throat.  That whole crazy experience was like a dream – a nightmare, actually.  So many pieces of it didn’t make sense.  They weren’t possible, in fact. 

 

Like the way he was driving his car to work and suddenly found himself in a different part of the valley.  It was as if his mind had gone into autopilot, and he had unwittingly steered his Porsche to his ex-wife’s house.  But he didn’t remember doing any of that, and weirder still, it didn’t seem to have taken any time to get there.

 

Then there was that ridiculous trick that Terry had pulled.  How had she done that?  How could she have been so strong that she could bend the car’s steel frame so easily?  Lift it in the air as if it were cardboard?  Crush it between her slender legs?  And when did she become so buxom?  If she had looked like that before, he didn’t think he would have gone back to Katie.

 

But that was nonsense.  None of that could possibly have happened.  She couldn’t have suddenly grown big tits, and she couldn’t have suddenly become as strong as a bulldozer.

 

Except for two things.  He didn’t have his car anymore, and he was standing in front of a table saw in Sears.

 

Desperately, Bob tried to remember when he had gotten up off the couch, how he had gotten here, where he might have parked, whose car he had used!  He was staring stupidly at the saw when a sexy voice behind him said, “Hello, Bob.  You look a little lost.”

 

Bob whirled around, poised for action, but what he saw just plunged him back into confusion.  He saw a very beautiful woman, tall, well endowed, and a face he thought he had seen somewhere before.  “Uh, yeah, I’m a little lost.”  He straightened up and relaxed a little, his voice becoming more solicitous.  “Do I know you?”

 

“Oh, you may have seen me in a magazine.  So you don’t know where you are?”

 

“Well, I mean, I know where I am, but I don’t know how I got here.  So my name’s Bob – oh, you already know that –  what’s your name?”

 

“Elsa.  And yes, I do already know who you are, and I don’t like how you treated your ex-wife.”

 

“Oh, you know about that?  How –”

 

“Shut up,” Elsa interrupted.  Bob closed his mouth and just stood there.

 

“That’s better,” nodded Elsa, “You shouldn’t talk so much.  I want to show you some things.  Stay put and pay attention to me.”  Stepping over to the saw, she put her finger in the middle of the inch-thick steel table.  Applying what seemed to her to be a very small amount of force with her fingernail, she scooped a channel out of the metal.  Then, sliding four fingers into the channel, she proceeded to tear a sheet of solid case hardened steel off the machine.

 

Bob’s eyes bulged as he watched her place the 10-inch wide slab onto her right breast and press.  It was amazing to see the steel deform, and then mold itself around the gorgeous curves of the girl’s generous boob.  Then she pulled it away and showed him the inside of her new tit-shaped object.  It was obvious she wanted him to notice the additional pit where her nipple had pressed itself into the solid surface.  Bob looked directly at her nipple now, and gulped.

 

“That was just to show you what kind of girl I am.  Now, follow me.”  She set her breast impression down on a nearby band saw table, turned and walked through the aisles and out into the mall.  Bob followed obediently, two steps behind her.

 

Elsa led her slave to Victoria’s Secret.  There she had him wait as she tried on various fragrances, jewelry and garments, not bothering to use the changing room.  By the time the clerk lifted the microphone to announce that the store would close in ten minutes, Elsa had selected her wardrobe.  She showed Bob a pile of items, including among other things, a sexy red and black negligee which left very little to the imagination, and a pair of very expensive gold and diamond earrings.  “Here,” she commanded, “buy me these.”  Bob did as he was told, maxing out three credit cards to do so.

 

The pair left Victoria’s Secret and headed toward Macy’s.  Unfortunately, the entire mall was closing, and by the time the two arrived, the guard had already dropped the security gate and locked it.  Elsa waited for the guard to leave.  Then she walked over to the padlock and squeezed it in her palm, squirting steel outward as if it were soft butter.  The lock fell open and Elsa lifted the gate.  She and Bob walked inside, and she shut the gate behind them.

 

Inside, Elsa and her “date” found their way to the furniture department.  Standing next to a convenient king size bed, Elsa had her slave put down the bags he was carrying.  Then she gave the commands that would keep Bob going for quite a while: “You see me, you want me.  You are hopelessly in love with me.  You are ravenously attracted to me.  You want nothing more in the world than to please me and to make me feel good.  You will not be satisfied until I am satisfied.  Your own orgasm is of no importance to you.  You are getting hard now, harder than you have ever been in your life, but you will not orgasm until I permit it.  And that’s exactly what you want.  Now come and pleasure me.”

 

Bob stepped forward as enthusiastically as a little boy in a candy shop.  He put his arms around her and kissed her deeply and passionately.

 

“Wait,” Elsa pushed Bob away from her.  Something was wrong.  Bob was her slave, but he wasn’t doing anything differently than any of her lovers had done in the past.  As a slave, he should be able to be much more attentive to her needs and desires, right?  In fact, since he wasn’t allowed to have any needs and desires of his own, everything he did should be chosen in order to best please her.  This, she realized, could be the first time in history that a woman received exactly what she needed from a man.  This could be the world’s first perfect female sexual encounter!

 

Elsa remembered then, that Bob would obey her mental commands as well.  Experimentally, she thought, take off all your clothes.  He did as he was instructed, exposing his well muscled chest and his impressive, upright manhood.  Elsa found herself attracted to his shaft, so she got down on her knees and began playing with it, sucking on it, stroking it.  She knew she wanted that cock inside of her, but not yet.  She wanted Bob to arouse her gradually.  Standing up, she laid down backwards on the bed.  Then she thought about what she wanted Bob to do – and he began doing exactly what she imagined.  Elsa closed her eyes and relaxed.

 

Bob proceeded to obey Elsa’s every whim with exquisite precision.  First he ran feather strokes with his fingers from the sides of her neck all the way down the insides of her arms to her palms.  Then he adjusted his trajectory so that his fingertips ran down the sides of Elsa’s superb body, all the way to the bottoms of her feet.  This he repeated for a while, and then began to concentrate on her soles, touching he insides of her arch until she almost wanted to pull away.  Then he knelt down and gently kissed the insides of her ankles and legs, gradually moving his lips northward until he was pleasuring her soft inner thighs.  Soon Elsa began to desire his tongue in her cunt, and Bob dutifully obliged.  He ate her gently first, then harder and faster, poking his tongue as deeply into her as he could.  The muscles in his mouth ached something awful, but Elsa would not allow him to slack off.

 

Interested in more variety, then, Elsa thought about him licking the front of her body, from bush to breasts.  This Bob did, over and over again, until she desired him sucking on her hard nipples.  He orbited his tongue around her areola first, gradually winding closer to her nipple and finally sucking it powerfully.  She had him do the same to her other breast, while continuing to squeeze and twist the first nipple with his fingers.

 

As Elsa became more and more aroused, she began to think about Bob’s prick.  She suddenly wanted to feel it all over her, from top to bottom, side to side.  Bob climbed on top of her and began sweeping his dick around her body, paying particular attention to her breasts and nipples.  He even ran his dick along both sides of Elsa’s neck and shoulders. 

 

Knowing that using her strength tended to increase her arousal, Elsa reached up and closed her hand around Bob’s sturdy cock.  Then she gradually lifted her hand, effortlessly raising this 220-pound hunk of a man into the air, his arms and legs flailing and struggling for balance.  She lowered and raised him again with her slender arm, powerfully aware of her strength and superiority.  Bob started to scream, but his voice was cut short when thought, shut up. 

 

Feeling well stimulated now, Elsa moved her arm downward, and placed Bob’s dick head right into her very wet pussy.  There she moved it around (dragging Bob around as well), letting its warm hardness fondle her tender lips and clit.  Finally she removed her hand and let Bob continue his work.  On Elsa’s silent command, Bob slid his cock, ever so slowly, deep into her cunt, and pulled it out again.  He repeated the move, again and again, with supreme patience, because that was what Elsa demanded of him. 

 

With each stroke she experienced the most exquisite sensation inside her beautiful body, and each time the sensation lasted as long in time as Bob’s dick was in length.  After ten repetitions the sensation faded slightly, and Elsa knew she needed Bob to increase his speed a little.  Bob automatically obliged, and the pleasure was restored.  This continued for a very long time, with Bob regularly increasing his speed ever so slightly, keeping Elsa constantly at maximum pleasure, just short of the most searing pain imaginable.

 

Almost an hour later they were still at it, and Elsa was now shrieking with each stroke of Bob’s piston.  There were curtains and oriental rugs hanging nearby, and each shriek caused them to billow violently.  Elsa’s strong fingers had long since crushed the wooden frame on both sides of the mattress, and one more powerful pump from Bob finally caused the bed to give way, so that the mattress crashed to the floor. 

 

Elsa’s screams increased wildly now, as Bob put on the afterburners and used up the last of his strength to finally bring Elsa to the most amazing climax she had ever experienced!  But the explosive force of her long final screech blew out windows and displays, sent mannequins flying, overturned beds and furniture, and generally created a horrendous mess. 

 

However, Elsa didn’t notice any of this for almost fifteen minutes as she continued to enjoy her gradually receding high.  When she did eventually open her eyes she saw the destruction and smiled.  Oh well, she thought.  It was worth it.

 

Then she looked over at Bob, quietly sleeping on the floor next to her bed.  He was on his back, with his prodigious cock still hard as a baseball bat.  Both his hands were wrapped loosely around its base.  “Poor Bob!” thought Elsa.  “He must be aching to cum!”

 

She climbed down and straddled his hips, leaning forward so that her hands wrested on the floor on both sides of his head, and her breasts swung gently on his face.  Bob opened his eyes just as her vagina settled onto his solid member and swallowed it.  His eyes implored her.  Now, Bob, now.