by Jay Manus

 

The two girls sauntered openly to the main entrance.  There was a guard post there, and an automatic lift gate across the entrance road.  In front of the gate was a large delivery van, probably stopped there because of the alarms.  Janey and Elsa stood behind the idling van for a while, patiently waiting their turn.  But patience certainly was not Janey’s strongest point.

 

“That’s enough waiting.  We’re up now,” said Janey to nobody in particular.  She grabbed the right rear bumper and easily lifted the corner of the van up off the ground.  She kept lifting until the entire truck flipped over on its left side.  Then the girls advanced to the gate.

 

“Let me take care of that,” said Elsa.  The gate consisted of a thick wooden log, mounted to the metal arm of a motor stand on the right, and resting on another metal stand on the left.  The supermodel placed her hand under the log and lifted, thinking it would splinter and break.  Instead, she found herself towing the entire motor stand clear out of its concrete mount!  With a shrug, she tossed the entire assembly across the road, and the girls entered the compound.

 

The two topless superwomen stopped and stared, completely unconcerned about any danger they might be in.  The compound was absolutely enormous.  They could see the high concrete wall they had just passed through, surrounding a very large, very flat field.  Seemingly in haphazard fashion, buildings in various shapes, sizes and angles were placed in the yard. 

 

But which building held the prisoners?

 

They hadn’t had long to ponder that, when a voice called out from behind them.  “Put your hands on your head and turn slowly toward me.  One false move and you’re both Swiss Cheese.”

 

Clay Grady was dumbfounded.  He had never seen anything like this before, neither here at the prison, nor anywhere else in his 30 years of life.  First the alarm went off, and Clay’s state of mind changed from lazy to alert.  He heard a gunshot and a crash from somewhere on his right, but no information came over the radio.  And he knew damn well that as lone gate guard he had to stay where he was, so he couldn’t go and look.

 

Then a  supply truck lumbered up to the gate.  Suspicious, Clay stopped the truck and collected the driver’s papers.  While he was in the guard house checking credentials, he heard a noise, turned, and  unbelievably, the truck was laying on its side, with one front wheel spinning slowly.  What the hell? 

 

Someone was playing a game, and Clay knew he had a part as well.  He turned to pick up his rifle.  But when he turned back, he encountered an even more fantastic sight: two young women, very beautiful young women, standing where the truck had stood.  But – and he couldn’t believe his eyes – these women were topless!  And what figures they had!  Despite himself, Clay was immediately consumed with desire.  He thought of touching those breasts, of holding and kissing those women.  He focused on their nipples and thought about tasting them, running his tongue around their hardness.

 

Clay was still dreaming as he watched one of the women walk up to the gate and almost effortlessly rip its motor stand right out of the concrete, and toss it lightly across the road!  His mind refused to make any sense of what he had just seen.  A topless, gorgeous young woman, easily pulling the steel anchor bolts from concrete, effortlessly lifting hundreds of pounds of wood and metal, tossing it all as if it were an awkwardly shaped walking stick or something.  No.  This wasn’t possible.

 

But when he saw the two women step into the prison yard – his prison yard – Clay began to react.  He stepped out of this booth, aimed his rifle and called to them to stop.  And turn around.  He didn’t want those luscious breasts where he couldn’t see them.

 

“Swiss Cheese?” said Elsa to her friend.  “What’s cheese got to do with it?”

 

Janey shrugged.  She’d been through this routine before.  “Just do what they say.  It’s time to use our breasts.” 

 

They both did as they were told.  As they turned, they saw a single officer standing there, right where the gate motor had been.  He had a rifle, and he was pointing it at the girls.

 

But when he saw them, saw two wonderfully full and bare chests, his gaze faltered.  The nozzle dipped slightly, and the man seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes on his target.  “Ok now,” he said.  His voice was decidedly less authoritative than before.  “Um, stay right where you are.”  He began to fumble for his radio.

 

I gotta do something, thought Clay.  These are intruders, not sexy women.  Intruders.  And there’s something really weird going on here.  I need backup.

 

As the officer glanced down, Janey moved her hands quickly to her mountainous tits.  When he looked back, she was gently massaging those great mounds, and smiling at him seductively.  Elsa, seeing what was happening, began to massage her own shapely tits. 

 

Clay got the radio off his belt and glanced up for a second, and he was instantly mesmerized again.  They were playing with their tits!  They were doing just what he longed to do!

 

The man lost all control at that point.  His rifle clattered to the ground, and he began to step awkwardly in their direction.  “Men!”  said Elsa.  “They’re so easy to seduce!”

 

Suddenly the sound of a gunning engine distracted them all.  A military jeep was racing across the field toward the threesome.  The officer, shaken from his reverie, rushed back to pick up his weapon, but Elsa was too quick for him.  She was already there, holding the rifle in her hands.  “Janey, I’ll deal with this guy.  You take care of the Jeep, OK?”

 

Janey was only too happy to comply.  “Sure.  Have fun!”  She was off running.

 

The Jeep held four officers, and they were all well armed.  It was coming fast, but Janey was faster.  In no time, she had planted herself in its path.  She made the supergirl pose – legs spread, fists on her hips – and added to the effect by thrusting forward her exposed chest.

 

Not surprisingly, the driver slammed on his brakes, bringing the vehicle to a halt not four inches from Janey’s slender legs.  Janey gave the occupants a brilliant smile and leaned forward, allowing her pendent breasts to look their fullest.  But she continued to lean downward until her breasts touched the hot hood of the engine compartment and began to actually depress the steel in two places.

 

Peter Oakley sat in the copilot’s seat, wondering what was going to happen next.  The army, which he had left not one month earlier, had been a tremendous disappointment to him, having given him no opportunity to shoot at anything but targets and stuffed dummies.  He couldn’t work as a cop, because he hadn’t had the training and didn’t have the patience to go through the police academy.  So he got this job in a maximum security prison, secretly hoping he’d have to shoot a real person in some wild escape attempt.  And now Peter was excited.  Something was happening, and maybe he could find a reason to get a shot off.

 

His hand was positioned on his pistol handle, ready to pull at the first sign of danger.  Trouble was, this wasn’t at all what danger looked like – at least not the kind of danger he had in mind.  This looked like a crazy young lady, really sexy too.  Suddenly he realized what was wrong with this picture: she wasn’t wearing a shirt.  The girl was fucking topless!  And wow, was she built!  Peter didn’t realize it, but he was actually beginning to drool.

 

Janey gave a special smile to the guy on her left, exposing her perfect, glistening white teeth.  She was amused to notice a drop of spit fall from the corner of his mouth.  Deciding to really give these guys something to drool about, she spread her arms wide, digging her tits further into the hood, and gripped both wheel wells.  Then, with a powerful heave, she straightened up so that the whole jeep was now positioned vertically.

 

The occupants, of course, weren’t wearing seat belts.  All four of them went flying over Janey’s head to land on the lawn behind her.  Enjoying the warm engine compartment against her chest, she pulled the Jeep closer, blithely bending the hood, frame, and even the axel, around the shape of her gorgeous body as if it were so much aluminum foil.  The engine, not built for this kind of abuse, crashed loudly and then died.  Then Janey remembered her victims.

 

She took hold of the front grill with one hand and gently lifted the whole vehicle until her arm was straight, balancing a ton of steel and glass on one hand.  Smiling, she slowly turned toward the men behind her.

 

What the hell had this girl done?  Pete was trying to shake the cobwebs out of his eyes.  She had leaned down in front of their car, and – done something – and suddenly found himself back here with his comrades, nursing a bruised shoulder.  But now he was wiping his eyes, because it looked for all the world like this girl was holding the jeep over her head with one hand.  What was she, some kind of alien? 

 

Something clicked into place.  Alien.  He was looking at an alien.  Only an alien could be so strong, to be able to lift a Jeep over her head like that and hold it so nonchalantly.  And he had to admit, only an alien could really be this beautiful.  Peter had seen beautiful women before, but they all had at least a little flaw somewhere.  Nobody could really be perfect.  But this woman was, so she couldn’t really be human.  She was an alien.

 

Peter glanced at his fellow guards.  None of them were doing anything.  They were all staring.  They were in her power, he thought, they were under her control.  He alone had to do something, had to save the world.

 

He slowly pulled the gun from its holster.  The girl, inexplicably, smiled right at him brilliantly, with that damn car over her head, making his heart skip a beat.  But Peter was nothing if not brave and determined.  He slowly raised the barrel and pointed it at the alien’s torso, right where the army had taught him to aim.  It also happened to be right between her two gorgeous tits, and Peter started to sweat.

 

Then he did it.  Without allowing himself to think twice, he pulled the trigger.  And pulled it again, and again.  Five times he shot her, and then waited for the smoke to clear.  While he waited though, the sound he heard made him worry.  Laughter.  No, not laughter, but giggling.  The damn alien was giggling like a pre-teen!

 

Janey was giggling because the bullets, bouncing and ricocheting between her boobs, were tickling her.  But she also thought what the man was doing was a little bit absurd.  After all, here she was, obviously pretty damn strong if she could hold this man’s car over her head, and he thought he could stop her with his little pop-gun?  Give me a break, she thought. 

 

She bent her elbow and straightened it again, launching the Jeep high up into the air.  Four men gaped at her as she wiped her hands on her soft mounds.  They continued to watch, even as a shadow formed over them, which grew and grew, until the vehicle finally crashed down on their heads, flattening them.

 

Jane was satisfied.  She glanced back at Elsa to see what she was doing.

 

* * *

 

Elsa had the rifle in one hand, and the guard in her other hand.  She had picked him up by the front of his shirt, and was carrying him into the clapboard guardhouse.  Inside she saw a rough wooden desk with some papers and a rather old-looking black telephone on it, an aging desk chair, and a metal file cabinet against the wall.  Straight in front of her, just opposite the entrance, was an unpainted wooden wall with some pin-ups taped to it in haphazard fashion.  One caught her eye – it was Elsa’s own picture, right off the cover of Sports Illustrated!  She had to chuckle.

 

Clay noticed it too.  Even dangling from this beautiful woman’s arm, he couldn’t help remarking on the amazing resemblance between her and the photo.  What made the situation even more bizarre was the fact that in the pin-up photo she was wearing a swim suit, while in real life she was half naked!

 

But the girl didn’t give him any more time to think about it.  She was holding him behind her now, still with one hand, while she walked right up to the back wall of his guardhouse.   Then, unbelievably, she swung her torso first to the right and then to the left, making her full breasts bounce and strike the wooden wall… not just strike it, but crash right through it!

 

Elsa stepped back and admired her handiwork.  Two four-inch holes, two feet apart, right about chest height.  Well, she thought, Janey told me to use my breasts!

 

Then she positioned the guard in front of her.  Funny, she marveled, this guy must weigh 180 pounds, and she was carrying him around like a doll.  Holding him at arm’s length in one hand was causing her absolutely no strain whatsoever.  She pulled him closer to her body.

 

Omigod, omigod, those tits!  She’s touching my chest with her tits!  Clay frantically ripped his shirt apart, right up to where her fist held his collar together, so he could feel those miraculous mounds right on his skin.  Then he cupped her boobs with his hands  and squeezed them toward him.

 

Elsa smiled at this man’s gall.  He had no idea what kind of predicament he was in.  With him in front of her, she stepped forward, until his back touched the wall.  Then she walked a little closer, pressing him hard with her breasts, so that they were pleasantly compressed.  The man, she noticed, was now having trouble breathing.

 

Holding the poor guard in place now with her tits, Elsa let go the hand that was holding him off the ground.  She brought the rifle over her head, and clasped it at both ends.  Looking straight into her victim’s eyes, she slowly pulled her arms together, bending the tempered steel into a broad U shape.  Then she slid the gun horizontally between their faces, and poked both ends through the holes she had pounded with her breasts.  Her hands, now outside the guardhouse wall, folded the two ends sharply inward, her strength being quite enough to deform both barrel and butt ends.  Finally, Elsa withdrew her arms and stepped away from the wall.

 

Clay really didn’t notice that she had let go of his shirt until he saw her hand move over his head to grasp the gunstock.  At that point he realized that this gorgeous woman was now holding his entire bulk hard against the rough wooden wall using only her lovely breasts!  That’s also when he began to have difficulty getting a breath.  But then she was looking at him, right into his eyes!  Oh, that face, that lovely, soft skin, that fantastically inviting smile!  Clay was about as turned on as he had ever been with a woman, but then the thought of her inhuman physical strength suddenly and unexpectedly pushed him to new heights.  Oh, how he wanted her!  He longed to kiss, hold, and join with this incredible bombshell!

 

Then, disappointingly, the woman let go of him and pulled away – and Clay realized he was trapped.  She had somehow wrapped something around his torso, and left him hanging there by his underarms.  Trying to get a better view of his situation, he suddenly realized that it was is rifle!  Trapped by his own rifle!  This lady, who had completely mesmerized him, and whom he still longed to have, had bowed and deformed his own government-issued rifle with her slender arms, and virtually no effort at all!  The thought caused Clay’s arousal to suddenly climb another notch.

 

“I need some information from you,” Elsa was saying.

 

The guard looked at her tits, but only said, “Oh, please, please!”  He was pleading with her.

 

“Please what?” she asked.  “Hmmm, I wonder…”  She stepped forward and, with two hands, grasped the man’s uniform pants by their crotch.  Feeling the material for both outer and underwear, she pulled her hands apart, easily ripping him open.  “Oh!  So that’s what you want!”

 

“Please!”

 

Elsa barely grazed the side of his outstretched member, eliciting a sudden, barely controlled gasp.  This guy’s gonna cum any second, she thought.  Somewhat amused, she stepped to his side so she wouldn’t become a target.

 

“Ok,” she breathed sexily into his ear, “but first you have to tell me something.  Which building are the prisoners in?”

 

The man could barely talk, but he was trying.  “Men… or… women…?”  He took a breath before each word, and the last word came out higher an louder than the others.

 

“Men.  I want to know where the men are.”

 

“The big building… in the middle.  Please! Do me!  Do me now!”

 

Elsa smiled.  “Ok, here goes.”

 

She wrapped two fingers around the guard’s throbbing dick and began to slide them up and down.

 

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh,” he croaked, and after only two strokes he came, spraying hot cum all over the floor in front of him.

 

Glad I got out of the way, thought Elsa.  But despite herself, she found the whole thing arousing.  She continued to play with his dick a little longer as the guard panted like a dog.  Then, thinking of the male prisoners she was about to encounter, she turned and walked out of the booth, where Janey was waiting for her.