Some time had passed.  Wendy was listening to the radio, driving a bit faster than most of the other late-night traffic around her, and idly wondering how much of her newfound abilities she should expose to Danny.  It all depended on how he would react.  She knew she wanted to work again, but she wanted to do it on her own terms this time.  She could take Company assignments, but she also didn’t think she needed to work for them anymore.

 

Flicker.

 

Wendy awoke with a start.   In front of her she saw her own windshield, shattered, beyond which was a 3-foot thick oak tree where the engine compartment should have been.  There was the sound and smell of steam all around her, and the radio was still playing annoying jazz tunes.  She punched the radio and it fell silent.  Realizing that she must have lost consciousness for a moment, Wendy took stock of herself.  Aside from a bit of discomfort created by the steering wheel pressing against her chest, she actually felt fine.  She leaned forward, compressing her breasts against the steering wheel.  Soon its shaft broke and she flung it aside.  Then she simply spread her arms and legs away from her body, the metal and fiberglass bending and tearing as if it were being shoved by a back-ho.  Then she got her legs under her, stood up, and tore the rest of the way out of the doomed BMW.

 

Standing a few feet away, Wendy surveyed the wreckage.  She had lost consciousness and driven off the road, hitting a tree at 80 miles per hour.  The car was totaled, but obviously this body the good doctor had given her could withstand such impact without a blemish.  That was a satisfying thought, but the sudden unconsciousness was troubling.  There had been no warning at all.  No fatigue, no dizziness, just there one instant and somewhere else the next.  There was no memory of the intervening time.  Even the crash left no trace in her mind.

 

Fortunately, Wendy’s BMW had careened some distance into the woods before meeting the tree.  Plenty of cars were whizzing by on the highway without stopping, so she figured hers was pretty well hidden.  Deciding that she needed one of those passing cars, Wendy walked back to the road and watched, thinking about the best way to acquire one.  Should she flag one down?  Could she perhaps stand in the road and force somebody to stop?  What if they didn’t stop, was her body strong enough to survive being struck?

 

Flicker.

 

She was standing in the breakdown lane, and she didn’t remember how she got there.  Wendy looked back and saw that she had smashed through the metal guardrail.  It was bent and twisted, and one of the wooden posts was broken off at its base.  Further back along her path, Wendy saw a large tree branch which had apparently been forcibly separated from its trunk.  More of her own handiwork, obviously.  Wendy was impressed anew at the raw physical strength she now possessed, but this turn of events was worrying her.  Not only had she lost consciousness again without warning, but her body had apparently continued on its unstoppable course, almost as if it had a mind of its own.  It was great to have this mind-boggling strength, but scary that she couldn’t control herself.

 

With a new sense of foreboding, Wendy turned back to the watch the racing traffic.

 

Flicker.

 

She was hungry again.  But this time she knew what she was hungry for.  Penis.  Big, hard penis.  And she knew what to do with it, too.  One hand squeezed her big, soft breast with thousands of pounds of pressure as she relived the feeling of a large, hard cock entering her vagina.

 

She saw one coming now.  It was surrounded by a wire-frame carriage which held no meaning for her, and again, there were several layers of transparent vales.  Again, she was looking, without being aware of it,  through the car walls and clothing fabric.  But her concentration was intensely focused on that penis; nothing else mattered.

 

The penis arrived but then passed her by at high speed.  She turned to watch it.  Turning back she saw another one coming.  It passed her by as well.  They were not stopping for her.  She would have to stop them herself.

 

Another one was coming.  Tentatively, she reached out her left hand as it approached.  Two fingers caught the windshield frame, shattering the glass.  The car whipped around behind her and came to a sudden halt.

 

Her right hand went down, shattering the driver’s window and puncturing the airbag without her conscious knowledge.  At the same time, her left hand went up, effortlessly lifting the entire car off the ground by its window frame.  When the steel door encountered her right arm, the door accordioned downward; its tensile strength was insignificant against the staggering power in her slim arm. 

 

When her hand reached the penis she stroked it lightly, unknowingly shredding the man’s denim jeans, but effectively bringing the penis to erection.  Then she threw her leg over it, mangling and crushing the steel frame, as she settled her wet cunt onto the cock. 

 

Yes, this was what she needed so desperately.

 

She raised and lowered her gorgeous body slowly at first, allowing the full length of the penis to slide along her lower lips.  She gradually sped her movements, completely unaware that the man was screaming and pushing her away with all his might.  His efforts were entirely beneath her notice.  She was a hungry animal, she had found sustenance, and there was no force or object on Earth that could stop her from taking it, from devouring it.  Nothing could as much as distract her from this single-minded purpose.

 

Her thrusts became faster and faster, and she exerted more and more power.  The entire car was bouncing wildly on the pavement as her excitement increased.  The temperature was rising as well.  Soon the doomed man’s clothes caught fire, and the penis became ineffective.  She began using her own fingers to do the job.  The twisted steel began to melt.  The gas tank suddenly exploded, but the intense fireball went completely unnoticed by the determined woman at its epicenter. 

 

Finally her own body exploded in a colossal orgasm, and a piercing scream left her lips and blew the flames which engulfed her several hundred feet into the forest, igniting a new conflagration.  She lay back amid the blaze and destruction and passed out, both hands now caressing her generous breasts.

 

Wendy awoke on a stretcher.  There was noise and activity all around her – a Red Cross ambulance to her right, a fire truck to her left, a helicopter overhead.  There was what looked like a large bucket suspended from the helicopter.  She suddenly realized what it was for as she smelled smoke.  The forest was on fire! 

 

Quickly, Wendy sat up and – damn, they had had her strapped in again.  Not that it had slowed her down any, she thought, noting how the nylon straps had been sheared in half.  Then her training took over.  Wendy glanced around, sized up the situation, and swiftly decided that there would be no time like the present to affect her getaway.  She hopped lightly off the gurney and took off at high speed in the direction least inhabited by rescue workers and spectators.  Her super speed was so great that not a single head turned.  She disappeared from the scene, unnoticed.

 

As she put distance between herself and the fire, Wendy’s mind was active.  She realized she would have to get some help.  She was going to have to confide in somebody, and that person was probably going to be Dan, her handler.  With that thought she curved around so that she was headed North.  It was time to get to Dan’s New Hampshire cabin.  No more fooling around.  Any minute she might flicker out of consciousness again, and who knows what her body did at those times?  This time it had been a forest fire.  She had no doubt that she had caused it somehow, but also no memory of how she might have done so.  What would it be next time?

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