by Jay Manus

 

Nobody moved for a long time.  The dust settled, the smoke drifted, and thirty police officers stared at the place where Janey had been.  Small wonder: they had just witnessed the most beautiful, big-breasted girl any of them had ever seen bring herself off by forcing an Abrams tank to fire into her pussy.  And this exquisitely naked female was strong.  There seemed to be no limit to her physical strength.  Young body notwithstanding, she managed to flip the 70-ton combat vehicle over her head as if it were made of molded plastic.  Though she had left the scene some minutes earlier, every pair of male eyes was still seeing the memory of her gorgeous wobbling breasts.

 

Captain Molly Banks was the first to come to her senses.  The intensity of her stare diminished, and she looked around at her comrades.  Some police force we are, she thought.  Every one of them was paralyzed with astonishment, some of the men were even drooling.  And one, a rookie she knew as Ernie, was actually massaging his crotch with one hand.  Sure, the girl was beautiful and amazing and all that, she thought, but we’re supposed to be professionals.

 

“Colonel,” she yelled sharply at her superior.  “What orders do you have for us?”

 

Colonel Masters turned to look at her, but for a long time he still wasn’t seeing her.

 

“Colonel,” she yelled again.  Her voice was crisp and demanding, and it finally did the job. 

 

Masters shook his head and visibly returned to the present with a quick appraisal of the situation.  He reached over and shook Sergeant Murphy’s shoulder.  “Murphy,” he called, in a somewhat less severe tone than Molly had used, “Get your crew moving.  I want this area cordoned off, pronto.  This is a crime scene.  Danzer!  We need –” he paused to make a mental count, “eight ambulances.  Get ‘em here now!  Banks!”

 

“Sir,” she answered, glad that someone was finally taking charge again.

 

“I want the prisoner taken straight to Folsom.  Maximum security first, the D.A. can figure out what to do with him second.  Don’t take any chances.  Keep him under heavy guard.  Take an escort.  Take –” he looked to see how many cruisers were left standing, and knew he couldn’t spare very many.  “Take 4 cars.”

 

 

The colonel continued barking orders and I watched his staff gradually mobilize.  So, I was going to Folsom.  The state prison, maximum security.  Where they send all the really bad guys.  I’d never been there of course, but I was certain the prison would make a very interesting play toy for my supergirl.

 

* * *

Jane didn’t like what greeted her when she arrived at Jim’s apartment complex.  Standing in the shadows, she saw that there were still a few police cars around, lots of yellow tape, wooden barriers, and the whole place was really messy.  And the front door to Jim’s apartment was open, and she could see people doing stuff inside.  She wished her lover were here to make it all go back to normal.  She pitied all the regular people, who had to actually do work themselves.  Come to think of it, she pitied all the regular people who couldn’t throw cars around.  She was about to step out into the parking lot to get rid of those police cars, when she was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

 

More surprised than concerned, she turned to see her lovely friend Elsa’s pretty face, one finger positioned vertically on her lips.  “Shhh,” she said, “is Jim here?”

 

Jane shook her head and was about to elaborate, but Elsa moved her finger to Jane’s lips.  “Let’s go someplace where we can talk.  Follow me.”  She turned and took a couple of steps away from the parking lot.  Then she crouched down and leaped a hundred feet into the air, over another apartment complex and a row of houses, landing softly in the neighborhood schoolyard.  Janey followed.  It was Sunday, and the school was deserted, so Elsa decided they might as well go inside.  She found a maintenance entrance and clawed the metal door with her fingers.  The door of course couldn’t withstand the tons of force she nonchalantly applied, and it quickly clattered to the ground.  The women stepped inside.  They found a classroom and sat down.

 

“So,” began Elsa, “what happened to Jim?”

 

“It’s OK, Elsa, he’s in jail.”

 

“In jail?  I knew this was all too good to be true.  It had to end some time.  What happened?  Did he lose his powers or something?”

 

“No, no, nothing like that.”  Janey gave her friend a disarming smile.  “This is all part of a plan.  You see, they took him to jail, and we’re going to rescue him.  See?”

 

Elsa was relieved.  “Ah, so, this is something you two cooked up?”

 

“Right.”  She sat back and grinned proudly.

 

Elsa continued, “So, pray tell, how are we going to rescue him?”

 

Jane leaned forward.  “With” … she rested her large tits on the desk … “our” … she squashed them downward until the wooden surface split and the desk collapsed … “breasts!”

 

* * *

The prison guards took me to a featureless concrete room and told me to strip.  No, they were not going to give me any privacy, and one of them was unabashedly impressed by my dick.  My first pervert, I thought, but I didn’t say anything.  They made me stand there for a while with my arms straight out.  Then they tossed me what looked like a hospital gown and left the room, sealing the steel door with a kerchunk! that smacked of finality. 

 

I let my arms drop and looked around.  There was literally nothing here, except an unmade metal frame bed.  There were no windows, not even a one-way glass.  That couldn’t be right, I thought, and I swung around to look at the door.  It was solid steel, painted dark green, and sure enough it had a small double-paned window at about eye level – but the window was covered on the outside.  Also, down near the floor there was an opening, maybe two inches tall by ten inches wide.  That would be the food slot, I realized.  Thick round-headed bolts lined all the door’s edges.  Everything about it screamed impenetrable, and that made me smile.

 

I settled down on the bed and began thinking about Jane.  I thought about her lithe body, her perfect face, her voluptuous chest.  It was tempting to just bring her to me right then and there, but I resisted.  I laid there on my back and relived the events of that day, especially the fantastically erotic scene in which Janey had brought herself off with the tank.  My cock was standing at attention by now, and I began to rub it absentmindedly. 

 

Growing more aroused, I decided to get a girl to pleasure me while I waited.  I imagined a well-endowed, curvaceous blonde and thought, make it happen.  She instantly appeared beside me, smiling vacuously.  God, this was fun!

 

“Come here and rub my cock for me,” I commanded.  The girl got down on her knees and took over what I was doing with her own manicured fingers.  She rubbed and rubbed, and my cock felt very good indeed.  After a while she began to slow down, and I realized she was getting tired.  That could not be allowed.  “You never get tired,” I said to her, “make it happen.”  She quickly resumed with more vigor than before, her tits bouncing erotically.

 

As she stroked, I let my mind wander.  I thought again of Janey, remembering when she sent a fully loaded UPS delivery van flying off into the distance by blowing air at it.  There was a look of pure glee in her eyes as she realized that her shapely lips were capable of channeling more force than most hurricanes could muster! 

 

Those lips, those soft, wet lips….  I put my hand on the back of the girl’s head and pulled her face down to my cock.  “Suck me,” I whispered.

 

Fading out again, I remembered a construction site scene, in which Janey was playing with the jackhammer attachment on a backhoe.  I replayed the scene in my mind, especially the part where she forced the pounding hammer into her cunt and let it excite her.  Soft, wet lips again, this time of the nether kind…. 

 

“Get on top of me,” I told the girl.  “Take me inside of you.”  She stopped sucking and obediently climbed on top, straddling me, and let her wet pussy settle slowly on my super-stiff member.  “That’s it,” I said, “now fuck me!”  She put her hands on my chest and began pumping her thighs wildly, her big tits bouncing and wobbling violently.  Again and again she pumped, her heated passion causing the old bed springs to squeak and squeal. 

 

I faded away once again, but this time the sweetheart of my dreams wasn’t doing anything.  In contrast to the abandon that was going on around me, Janey was only sitting at my kitchen table, looking at me, looking into my eyes, and I into hers.  There was no passion there, but there was great love.  There was a sense of home, of belonging, of faith and trust and dedication.  There was pure and simple happiness.  Janey, I knew, would do anything for me.

 

With that thought I came, in great spouts of semen, with enough force to send my nymph flying up and backwards until she landed roughly on the cold floor.  Ignoring her plight I kept on rubbing with my hand until my climax subsided and my stiffness receded. 

 

I enjoyed the afterglow for a while, but then began to feel cold.  “Come lay down with me here,” I muttered.  “Keep me warm.”  She snuggled next to me with her full breasts on my chest, and I soon slept.

 

* * *

 

Elsa looked outside.  It was finally dark.  She and Janey had been playing with the gym equipment for hours now, and she was quite bored.  There are only so many times you can squash freeweights with your fist, and tie barbells into knots, before experiencing some sense of déjà vu.  Sure, it was fun being so strong, but Elsa didn’t have Janey’s endless capacity for childish delight.

 

“Hey, Janey, can we go now?  It’s night time.”

 

Jane looked up, or rather down at her companion.  She was on a gym mat, doing a one-armed handstand.  She was still naked, her toes pointed straight into the air, one arm slightly curved in order to balance her body, the other arm behind her back, her knuckles touching the point where her lower back curved outward toward her taut, round buttocks.  Janey’s large breasts rode even higher on her body than usual.  She was trying to see how long she could hold that pose – which was forever of course, but she was pretending like it was hard.

 

“Ok,” she answered, and she bent her elbow and launched herself off the ground.  Her body did a perfect back flip and she landed lithely on her feet.

 

“First I’m going to need some clothes.  Let’s go find a department store.”

 

She turned sideways and used her bare shoulder to knock a hole in the gym wall, then kicked the rest of the way through into the parking lot.  Elsa rolled her eyes and followed.  She was starting to wish Janey would grow up a little.  Just because she had unlimited strength didn’t mean she had to use it all the time.

 

Right about the same time, Janey was reveling in the fact that she had unlimited strength, and could use it any time she felt like it.  She silently thanked her maker, Jim, for giving her such a fantastic body.

 

Elsa interrupted Jane’s reverie.  “Ok, clothes are definitely my expertise.  I was a model, you know, until Jim transported me into his crazy fantasy life….”  Janey didn’t notice the remorseful expression that fleetingly adorned her friend’s face.  Elsa resolutely shook off her hesitation and focused on the moment at hand.  She stepped back and looked Janey’s sleek body up and down.  “Let me see… for a jail break, hmm… I’ve got it!  There’s a Gap around the corner.  Let’s go.”  She took Janie’s hand and started running.

 

The Gap turned out to be a little further than around the corner, but they found it anyway.  The proprietor, just locking the front door as they arrived, turned toward them as she drew her key from the metal lock.  She stopped dead at the sight of two beautiful girls, one of whom was completely naked, smiling at her in the alley.  Janey found her wide-eyed expression quite funny and started giggling, but Elsa wasn’t in any mood for mirth.  She wanted to get what they needed and go.

 

“You can stay or leave, whatever you want,” she said, “but we’re going in to get my friend some clothes.”  She waited a microsecond, during which the woman continued to stare.  “Ok,” she shrugged, “never mind.  We’ll take care of things ourselves.”  She knocked the dumbfounded lady aside with the back of her hand and stepped up to the heavy glass door.  There she slammed the lock with her palm, shattering the glass and bending the deadbolt right off its frame.  Satisfied, she walked in, with Janey in tow. 

 

Inside, Elsa dragged Janey straight to a rack containing blue denim coveralls.  “This is what you need,” she said.  “You’re about as tall as me… this one should fit you.”  Never mind that Brazilian sizes were different than American sizes.  This was Elsa’s skill and she knew her stuff.  “Try this on.”

 

Janey obediently donned the garment and sought out a mirror.  “Not bad,” she agreed.  “I like the way my tits look like they’re being squashed.”

 

Elsa the model quickly looked her friend up and down, taking in her bare feet, bare shoulders and the bare sides of her breasts.  “Yeah, this’ll have the effect we’re looking for.  Let’s get out of here.”

 

On the way out, they passed the poor proprietor, lying on the doorstep.  She had a nasty gash on the side of her head, but there was little blood and she was breathing.  “She’s OK,” said Elsa.  “Now, where are we going?”

 

“Where?”  It hadn’t occurred to Janey that Elsa didn’t know where to go.  “Um, I don’t know yet.  Just a minute.”

 

Elsa looked at her incredulously.  “What do you mean, you don’t know yet?  Is it just going to come to you, or what?”  Totally exasperated, she kicked the concrete foundation of the wall behind her – knocking a dusty hole in one of its cinder blocks.

 

“No, wait, I can ask Jim.”

 

Now Elsa’s pose was sarcastic.  “And how do you propose to do that?”

 

“He gave me this power.  He made it so we can talk to each other in our heads.”

 

That stopped Elsa.  “He did?  Really?  So you can talk to him in your head right now?”  Now she was curious.

 

“Yeah, I think so.  Let me try.”  Janey looked off into the distance and thought, Hey Jim, are you there?  Can you hear me?

 

There was no response, but somehow Janey knew it was working.  It was sort of like the difference between talking into a closet and talking into an auditorium.  There was a kind of echo or reverberation to her thoughts.

 

She tried again.  Jim?  Jim?  Are you there?

 

* * *

 

Yes, I was there, but I was sleeping, and my lover’s voice inside my head gradually woke me up. 

 

Are you there?  Jim?

 

I opened my eyes, only to see the patient, pretty face of my nymph.  Momentarily disoriented, I pushed myself up on my elbow and took in the sight of my empty cell.  Then it all came back to me – the jail, the nymph, Janey with the tank, and Janey in my head.

 

I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling.  Yes, my love, I’m here.  What are you up to?  Gonna’ rescue me soon?

 

Jim!  You’re there!

 

I smiled at the empty room.  Yes!  I’m here!  Come get me!

 

Oh!  Of course!  We’re coming real soon.  But how do we get there?

 

I have to admit, I hadn’t thought about that side of things either.  I was pretty sure I could give her directions, at least from Sunnyvale to the town of Folsom, but I didn’t really know what to do from there.  On top of that, I wasn’t sure Janey would be able to follow a long list of landmarks and turns.  She wasn’t exactly used to following street signs, even if she could jog quite a bit faster than any car.

 

So, I used my gift.  Hold on, I thought.  Then I imagined that Janey had a built-in map of the entire state of California, all the roads, all the freeways, all the landmarks, all the buildings, everything.  I imagined that this map was embedded in her subconscious, and that she could access it any time she needed directions, and that she would always know where on the map she was and where she needed to go.  “Make it happen,” I said out loud.  The nymph cocked her head, not knowing quite how to obey.

 

Oh!  I know!  I know just how to get there now!  Thanks, Jim, see you soon!

 

I smiled again.   Any time.  I’ll be waiting!

 

After a moment I turned back to the nymph.  “Slide up here and let me play with your breasts for a while.”

 

* * *