Wendy hadn’t known where she was, but before long she saw familiar road signs.  She was in the suburbs outside Boston.  Deciding she needed to find an isolated place to use as home base, she headed toward the Walden Park preserve.  It was midwinter, she realized, noting the snow lining both sides of the road, but in her light clothes she hadn’t felt cold at all.  The park would not be too busy this time of year.

 

In her distraction, Wendy didn’t realize that she had ran a red light.  She caught on soon enough, though, as a siren started wailing and the flashing lights of a police car appeared in her rear view mirror.

 

“Oh, damn,” she thought.  No license, stolen car, no CIA operatives to get her off the hook, this was going to be a pain.  But as she pulled over, she realized that she was the one with all the power here.  She opened her window and waited for the policemen to approach.

 

“License and registration, please,” were his first words to her.  Wendy simply smiled, reached out with one hand, and snapped his neck.  Then she got out and walked back to the police car.

 

She walked around to the front, and lifted the police car up by its front bumper.  It was so light!  As if it were a plastic toy!  She held one hand under the bumper, and felt with her other hand for the central balance point.  Then she lifted the whole car up in the air with one hand.  She couldn’t believe how easy this was!  She pressed the heavy cruiser up and down a few times, marveling, “I can lift a car with one hand!  I really am a superwoman!”

 

Unexpectedly, that was an erotic thought.  She felt a tingle in her breasts, and her free hand went automatically to massage them.  Wendy was quickly becoming aware that along with her mammoth physical strength came an equally gigantic sexual appetite.  Holding a police cruiser overhead with one hand and squeezing her nipple with several tons of force with the other was starting to bring a warm, pleasant feeling to her body.  It was bringing a hunger as well.  She really needed a man!

 

Wendy looked at the policeman and realized he wasn’t going to be any help.  Deciding that she should at least go through the motions of hiding the evidence before indulging herself, she carried the car off the road.  There was a 2-story high-tech building there, and she figured that nobody would be looking for a police car on its roof.  She bent her knees and, steadying the car with her other hand, leaped to the top of the building and set the car down there.  Then she jumped down, grabbed the dead policeman, and put him on the roof as well.

 

When Wendy returned to her car, her mind was preoccupied wondering what the best way would be to find a man to fuck.  She therefore wasn’t thinking about how, with her phenomenal strength, she had to be so careful with the delicate objects she used to consider so sturdy and solid.  So when she opened the car door, she accidentally pulled a little too hard, and the whole door came off in her hand.  It was that simple: the solid steel hinges simply twisted and tore apart, without Wendy really even aware that she was doing it.  The casual power of her muscles was mind-boggling!

 

With a shrug, she let the door clatter to the ground and climbed in anyway.  She turned the key and headed off again.

 

Back to the business at hand, Wendy began to wonder whether she should try to meet someone and seduce him – something which she had lots of experience doing – or simply choose someone and rape him.  No man could stop her, or even slow her down, if that’s what she wanted to do.

 

She was still considering the tradeoffs as she pulled up next to a red Mustang at a stop light.  The greasy young man at the steering wheel was openly leering at her, much to the dismay of the babe in the passenger seat.  Wendy found him disgusting, but a quick glance through metal and fabric at his cock convinced her that this man was going to be her first victim.

 

Wendy smiled sexily and revved the BMW’s engine as high as it would go.  The man smiled back and turned to wait for the green light.  He didn’t so much as glance at his girlfriend.  Suddenly the light turned green and the Mustang’s wheels burned rubber.  Wendy watched without moving as he took off down the road.  “Greasy idiot,” she thought.

 

Then she climbed out of her car and began running.  Reaching 200 miles per hour faster than the greaser had reached 60, Wendy soon caught up with him.  She slowed down and grabbed his rear bumper, lifted it off the ground, and gradually brought the car to rest.  Then she jumped over the car to stand in front of it, facing the driver with her hands on her hips and smiling.  She looked through the windshield at the girl and said, “You.  Out.  Now.”  The girl was only too happy to comply.  She climbed out, pouting, reached back in for her purse, and stamped off as well as she could in stiletto heels.

 

Looking back at the driver, Wendy decided to give him a sight to remember.  She crossed her arms and pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head, letting her bare breasts jiggle as they fell out of the shirt.  Then she cupped both breasts and began to massage them, not really noticing that her strong fingers were applying many tons of force.  As her body started to get turned on she slowly lost herself in her reverie, forgetting about the greaser behind the wheel.

 

The click of the door latch brought Wendy back to the present, though.  The guy had climbed out and was making a run for it.  Wendy wasted no time.  She quickly picked up the Mustang and literally threw it, right over the man’s head.  It crashed down with the sound of crunching metal and glass, right in his path.  He stopped short and stared at his Mustang in horror.

 

Wendy came up quickly behind him.  She pressed her breasts right up to his back, and reached around to the front of his crotch with one hand.  She pulled him into her breasts and massaged is large and growing cock for a minute.  The kid struggled mightily, twisting and turning his body, and pulling Wendy’s arm away from his crotch with all the strength he could muster.  But he couldn’t so much as get her attention.

 

Finally, Wendy turned him around and planted her mouth on his, forcing him to kiss her deeply.  When she let him go, she reached down with both hands and tore his pants off.  Simple as that.  She put her fingers behind his belt and pulled her hands apart.  Leather belt and denim jeans ripped apart like tissue paper.  SHE WAS SO STRONG!!!  Wendy tore her own pants open and, holding the kid behind is buttocks, proceeded to force his thick cock into her cunt.  The kid’s strident protests went completely unnoticed.

 

Using her fabulous strength, Wendy thrust the guy’s cock deeply in and out of her cunt, slowly at first so she could savor the taste, then gradually faster and faster to maintain the sensation.  She moved one hand behind his head to protect him, and pretty soon his penis was penetrating her at supersonic speeds.  The sensation of pleasure now filling Wendy’s body became more and more intense, became sharper and sharper, until it finally peaked in a spectacular orgasm that caused her to press the kid hard against her body and hold him there, panting.

 

It took ten minutes for Wendy to come down from her high, during which time the greasy kid’s tenuous hold on life slipped away behind his crushed pelvis and ribcage.  Wendy was actually about to smile at him, until she opened her eyes and saw the carnage.   She was horrified instead.  It wasn’t that she cared one whit for the guy she had killed; it was that she had killed again by accident.  She probably would have snapped his neck anyway, but it was not a good thing that she had done it accidentally while in the throes of orgasm.  What if this had been somebody she did care for?

 

Shaking off her momentary uncertainty, Wendy hurled what was left her victim into the woods nearby.  Then she picked up the demolished Mustang and threw it into the woods after him.  Tearing off the rest of her clothes, and using it to wipe herself clean, Wendy headed back to her BMW.

 

As she reached it, she wondered what people would think if they saw her driving topless down the highway in a car with no door.  The thought was titillating, but she decided that she didn’t want to attract any more attention just now.  She needed to get to the park and establish her hideaway.  Remembering how easily she had caught up with the Mustang on foot, she figured she could get to her destination faster by running than by driving.  On the other hand, she might need the car again later.

 

So Wendy did the obvious thing for someone in her strength class: she picked up the BMW and, holding it over her head with both arms, started running up the highway.  Her pace quickly reached about 400 miles per hour.  She didn’t bother to stay on the right side of the road, since she simply hopped over any car she encountered in either direction.  She was a blur to anyone who saw her.

 

The park came into view after a few minutes of high-speed running, and Wendy slowed down and jumped over the wrought iron fence.  She set her car down near the lake and looked around for an idea.  There was a good deal of snow on the ground, but the cold didn’t seem to bother her at all.  She could dig a hole in the earth, she thought, and maybe hollow out a cave or something.  But pretty soon she located a small wood cabin, and peeking through its walls she found that it was empty.  Quickly deciding on the easy way this time, she headed in that direction.

 

There was a heavy padlock on the door, which Wendy squeezed into mush with one hand before walking inside.  Inside it was surprisingly light, even in the wee hours of dawn, owing to a large glass window on each of three walls.  As for furniture, there was a metal frame bed with a bare mattress, a chair, and a heavy wooden desk with a blotter on top.  There was also a wooden closet, empty, built into one corner of the room.  That was about it – nothing on the walls, nothing covering the rough wooden floor.  “Well,” thought Wendy, “if it was good enough for Thoreau, I guess it’s good enough for me.”

 

Wendy closed the door and laid down on the bed.  She massaged her breasts for a while, but pretty soon drifted off to sleep.

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