by Jay Manus

 

It was very late, perhaps four in the morning.  Elsa had asked to spend the night “tearing up the town”, so I wasn’t expecting her back until at least dawn.  I was as a matter of fact dreaming of a giant version of Elsa, stark naked of course, picking up the metaphorical surface on which the city was built, and literally tearing it down the middle.  Skyscrapers, vehicles and people were flying in all directions.

 

“Mmmm… Ohhh…”  This was really turning her on.  “Oooh… Uuuhh…”  Her moans were getting louder.  The Elsa in my dreams was getting aroused, stimulated by the inconceivable power she possessed in this form.  Or was she?  Gradually I became aware that the sounds were coming not from my dream, but from another lovely superwoman lying next to me.

 

I opened my eyes and saw her, the faint moonlight reflecting off her glistening white skin.  She was on her back, her covers gone, the large mounds of her breasts forming perfect hemispheres with hard points precisely centered on top.  Jane was certainly a gorgeous woman.

 

And she was clearly dreaming something erotic.  One of her hands had slipped into her crotch and was stroking it gently, and low moans were coming from her slightly parted lips.  I thought about how much raw power might be concealed behind those gentle-seeming strokes.  That was a tremendously erotic image in and of itself, and my cock was quickly responding.

 

As I watched, Janey became agitated.  Her hand started to stroke a little faster, her breathing became irregular, and a frown formed on her face.  Her long legs moved and her shoulders rose slightly off the sheets.  Then without warning, her arm shot out and found its way under the small of my back.  It stayed there for  a second or two, then it literally lifted me off the bed and flipped me over, effortlessly dumping my body on top of hers.  Amazing what a superwoman can do even in her sleep!

 

I found my face buried amid Janey’s wonderful tits, my chest resting on her tight abs, my steel inserted between her incredibly soft inner thighs.  Her hand now rested lightly on my lower back, but I suspected that I couldn’t have gotten up if I had wanted to.  Which I didn’t, of course.  I was happy to be there.

 

Well, not exactly there.  I wanted to be a little further North.  I worked my way up until I could get my now-aching pecker into Janey’s pussy.  She was already soaking wet.  When I entered her, her moans became suddenly louder and more insistent.  I began to pump, thrusting over and over again for several minutes.  I knew this wasn’t going to be a marathon – I didn’t think I could hold back very long.  But surprisingly, she came first, emitting a long, low sigh as I continued my movements.  I reached my own climax then, filling her with cum. 

 

Janey’s sleepy arousal dissipated, as did mine, and she sank back into a calmer rest.  For my part, I decided I liked it where I was.  I slid back down to where she had first dumped me and rested my cheek on her soft pillows.  There I soon drifted back to sleep as well.

 

* * *

 

Morning was heralded not by doves but by sirens.  Somebody had finally noticed all the strange activities in and around my apartment.  I sat up and peeked out the window to observe all the commotion.  Sure enough, about a dozen police cars and vans had packed themselves into the apartment complex’s small parking lot, and there were a lot of police barriers around.  The spectators were many, probably including most of my neighbors.  I wouldn’t actually recognize them of course; this had to be the most un-neighborly neighborhood in the otherwise isolationist Silicon Valley.  That’s likely the reason nobody had reported me before now.

 

“What’s out there?” said a sexy voice behind me.

 

“Looks like the cops’ve finally caught on.  C’mere, take a look.”

 

Janey appeared beside me, as naked as I was, and we both stared at the scene.  I was a little apprehensive – an unthinking reaction I guess, given how my life had changed recently – but Janey was excited. 

 

“So what should we do, Jim?  We can have a whole lot of fun out there!”

 

That’s all it took to shake me out of my fog.  I turned to her and caught my breath again at the sight of her stunning profile.  “Yeah, let’s do that,” I agreed.  “Maybe we should start by playing along.  Let’s do whatever they tell us to do, and see what happens.”

 

“What, whatever they say?  No way, man.  There are some things I will never do, just because somebody with a uniform tells me to do it.”

 

I was amused.  “Like what?”

 

“Well,” she thought hard, “like fuck.  I fuck only who I want to fuck.”

 

“Yeah,” I quipped, “whether they agree to do it or not!”

 

Janey gave me a playful shove, which knocked me clear across the room and into the open closet.  “Who wouldn’t want to fuck me?  Huh?”

 

She was right, I had to admit it.  From the wreckage of my bachelor’s wardrobe I was about to say so, but we were interrupted by the sound of a bullhorn.  “James Newman, we have the place surrounded.  You cannot escape.”  I snickered at Janey, thinking about all the ways we could escape if we wanted to.  “Come out now with your hands up and nobody will get hurt.”  I doubted that.

 

“Jane,” I whispered unnecessarily, “let’s get some clothes on.  Then we’ll both do what they say.  Don’t worry, this is just to get us into the best position to have fun, OK?”

 

“Ok,”  but I could tell she wasn’t entirely happy about having to wait.  With a shrug, I dressed us both in relatively decent clothes.  I wore some comfortable jeans and a T-shirt, and I put Janey in a pair of white tennis shorts, sandals, and a pink halter top.  I admired momentarily just how completely her breasts filled out the top, and how their undersides were tantalizingly visible below the hem.  Hey, just because she was dressed doesn’t mean I had to stop enjoying her figure!

 

Then, with our hands on our heads, we stepped outside.

 

“Now stay right where you are, both of you!” came the bullhorn command.  We did, and were almost immediately grabbed from behind by four men in riot gear.  They pulled my hands behind my back and efficiently snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.  Janey played a little game first, though.  She pretended not to notice the two burly men tugging on her arms, preferring instead to keep her hands where they were.  After a half a minute of hopeless pulling she said, “Oh, I’m sorry,” and let them cuff her wrists behind her back.  But as soon as the cops let go, her hands went back to her head, a metal collar and chain dangling from each one.

 

“What the…?”  one of the cops exclaimed from behind his face mask. 

 

“Here, use mine,” said the other.  “Ain’t never been used before, can’t be worn out like yours, man.” 

 

The arms went back down behind her back and stayed put this time.  Janey winked at me.

 

Thinking I was going to need a way to communicate with her secretly, I decided to enhance our skills a bit.  “From now on,” I thought, “Jane and I will be able to talk telepathically by thinking at each other.  Make it happen.”  Silently then, I thought, Janey, don’t look surprised – she looked surprised – I just gave us the ability to talk to each other this way.  You try it.  Try thinking something at me.

 

There was a brief pause, and then her silvery, sexy voice floated through my consciousness.   Your fly is open. 

 

I looked at her questioningly.  She was looking straight ahead, grinning from ear to ear.  Then I looked down, and sure enough, my fly was open.  Thank you, I thought, zipping it up.

 

“Ok you two, now move!”  The four cops had arranged themselves on each of our arms and were pushing us roughly forward.  I had to struggle to keep my balance as I stepped down the stairs, but Janey obviously wasn’t letting herself be pushed.

 

A few minutes later we were sitting in the back seat of a squad car, still handcuffed, with two cops in front of us and a genuine motorcade of police vehicles all around.  We had entered the highway and the siren was wailing. 

 

When can I do something?  came Janey’s voice in my head.

 

Not yet, was my response, soon.

 

Janey harrumphed and put her bare foot on the steel grille that separated us from our escorts.  Her slender legs were so beautiful and long!  I watched as she poked her big toe through the mesh and lazily moved it around, bending the metal and enlarging the hole as if it were chicken wire.  It occurred to me that she must see the entire world as completely malleable.  Objects that we normal people think of as solid fixtures just don’t present an obstacle for her.  There was simply nothing in existence that she couldn’t move, lift, bend, or break, by applying a little of her prodigious strength.

 

Suddenly Janey stamped her heel on the grille, bending it out of shape.  “I’m bored”, she complained.

 

“Shhh!”  Fortunately the cops hadn’t heard her over the racket coming from their radio.  I continued silently, Just a little longer, OK?

 

She put her leg back and placed it under her.  A few minutes later a smile appeared on her face.  She turned to me and put her arms around my neck, foreheads touching.  On her wrists, I noticed, there were now two sets of handcuffs with dangling broken chains.

 

I had a really wonderful dream last night, she thought.  She was looking into my eyes, her beautiful moist lips just inches from mine.

 

Hey, so did I!

 

I dreamt that you rolled over onto me and fucked me with your huge prick.

 

I grinned.  Yeah, my dream was something like that too.

 

We were interrupted by the sound of metal on metal, as the cop in front of Jane banged the nozzle of his .45 on the grille.  “Cut it out, lovebirds.  This ain’t no prom limo, know what I mean?”

 

Janey obediently pulled away and sat where she was supposed to.  Fortunately the cop hadn’t noticed that her handcuffs were broken again.

 

A few more minutes passed, and then Jane suddenly leaned forward.  I couldn’t help but notice the way her big tits hung down inside the halter.  Wow!  She stuck her fingers through the grille and drew her hands apart, snapping the steel segments and creating an opening about two feet wide.  She stuck her head through and rotated it toward the driver.  “Aren’t we there yet?  This is so boring!”

 

The driver, taking one look at what Janey had done, slammed on the brakes and skidded out of control.  A motorcycle hit us from behind as the cruiser screeched off the road and into the ditch.

 

In the dusty haze which followed, Janey thought, Ok, Jim, now can I have some fun?

 

I shrugged.  Ok, what the hell.  We can do a police station or jail or something another time.

 

Good.  First I’m going to kill that infernal siren.  Looking at the roof, she reached up with one hand and clawed forward.  Now, the most any normal person could hope to accomplish with such an action is to scratch the vinyl.  In Janey’s case though, she managed tear not just the vinyl, but also the steel roof of the squad car, peeling it away like a sardine can.

 

She didn’t manage to stop the noise, however.  So her next step was to kick the side door with a mighty stroke of her bare foot, sending it flying three hundred feet from the highway.  She climbed out and turned to see what the top of the roof looked like.  I don’t know what she saw there, but it was evidently something she wanted to grab.  As she reached I had a great view of her bare flat stomach, with the smoothest skin imaginable, as her halter top rode higher and away from her waist.   Simultaneously I saw the familiar shape of one large breast forming an impression in the car roof.  It didn’t take long for the front door to deform, and window’s safety glass to shatter.

 

The siren finally stopped mid-cadence, and Janey’s angelic face appeared in the sardine-can hole above me.  “Coming?” she asked.

 

“Just about,” was my flippant response.

 

She rolled her eyes at my lame joke.  “Pervert!”  She disappeared for an instant, and then her fingers appeared in the roof opening.  She proceeded then to tear the metal apart, producing a broad split through which I could easily climb.  The whole car rocked and shook as she did so, and though I didn’t know it, at one point all four wheels were off the ground. 

 

I stood in the dust then, watching Janey watch the two guards climb out of a window.  Ironically, neither cop had been wearing a seatbelt, and though basically unhurt, it took them until now to realize they’d be better off outside the car than inside.

 

The guards ran away, which is exactly what Janey wanted.  “Duck!” she yelled.  Then she grabbed the squad car’s rear bumper and, spinning herself around, whipped the whole vehicle 360º and let it fly off into the distance.  I didn’t see it come down.

 

It was at that moment that 30 or 40 rifles and pistols began firing at us from behind car doors, car hoods, and car trunks.  A lot of bullets were hitting us, and it wasn’t exactly comfortable.  Suddenly we heard a sort of Bang! followed by a short whistle.  But before I had a chance to wonder what that was, I saw Janey holding something that looked like a black onion.  The point was toward her, and there were flames shooting out the back.

 

“What’s this?” she asked.

 

I shook my head.  “I don’t know.  Maybe it’s a rocket propelled grenade.”

 

“You mean it can explode?”

 

“Yeah, I guess so.”

 

Ignoring the flying bullets, Janey lifted one leg 90 degrees from her body, and placed the device right into her crotch, flames upward.  “Ooh!” she said, “that’s good!”  But it only lasted long enough to char her shorts.  Unsatisfied then, she pressed the grenade hard against her pubic bone and dropped her leg.  The resulting detonation was enough to blow the rest of Janey’s already tattered clothes off of her, and to knock me backwards onto my ass. 

 

She smiled at me.  “I like that.  Maybe they have more of those.”

 

I smiled back, but the constant peppering I had to endure was starting to annoy me.  “Go ahead, Janey.  Just do whatever you want.  I’m going to let them take me to the station, and you can come rescue me later, OK?”  Then silently, I’ll let you know where I am.

 

Janey shrugged, a little disappointed.  “Sure thing.  But just stay and watch a little while, OK?  I know you’ll like it.”

 

“Oh, I know I will.”

 

I turned toward one row of cop cars and raised my hands.  The shooting stopped almost immediately, and a bullhorn announced, “Walk slowly this way.  One false move and you’re dead.”  Why did they always insist on denying that their weapons couldn’t work on us?