STARLA: CHAPTER 7 - Getting To Know
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STARLA: CHAPTER 7 -
Getting To Know You, Two
Derek begins to understand the extent of Starla's invulnerability.
Derek's head was spinning throughout the entire night as he began
to truly comprehend the capabilities of the supergirl nestled
up against him in bed. God, this seemed like such a dream. He
quietly lifted up the comforter to steal a peek at her astounding
figure, the muscular curves looking so outrageous from that angle
as he looked down the length of her body. He smiled in surprise
at how quickly he got a hard-on, as if some imaginary drill sergeant
had bellowed "Ten-hut!"
Several times during the night he looked down at her angelic face
in the moonlight. She looked so cute, so beautiful, it was hard
to believe that she was actually one of those aliens. Oh, he had
read the newspaper headlines; he had seen the magazine photographs.
They all looked normal enough, until they lifted a bus or a train
or something like that. But how could this erotic vision cuddling
up next to him - the girl he loved - be one of them?
Maybe his father was right when he had always told him: "...If
it's too good to be true, then it probably is." But Derek
wanted very badly for this to BE true, for it really to be happening.
He loved this girl, very much. He fondly remembered that the first
Starla he got to know was just a talking head shyly peeking over
the top of that rock pile. THAT was the Starla he fell head-over-heels
for, not the one with the muscles (even though her muscular body,
immense strength, and other capabilities made it even better!).
Even though Derek was probably the most attractive, eligible young
man in Northern California, the fact remained that she was a fundamentally
superior being. Starla existed on a plane far above normal Terrans,
she felt a range of possibilities far more expansive than he could
ever know. He began to feel doubts sprouting from the seeds of
his inferiority. Would she stay with him? Should she? Could she
stay in love with him? How could he ever please her, sexually
or otherwise? How could he ever measure up? He was pretty good,
but he knew he wasn't perfect. Wouldn't she eventually get bored
with him and move on? These thoughts of self-doubt tormented him
throughout the night. He also worried about how much stronger
she was than he. Just an inadvertent flick of a wrist could send
him sailing miles away, or even crush him flat.
Finally, his wakefulness began to retreat. Cloudy wisps of unconsciousness
began to embrace him as he fought to stay awake, even as his eyelids
inevitably fell. Eventually, his head gently rolled to the side
as he succumbed to black clouds of slumber.
Because the cabin sat in the shadows of tall redwoods, morning
seemed to come late. Eventually, Derek's eyes fluttered open and
he stretched. Suddenly, he realized with a start that she was
gone, and began to panic. Had it all been just a dream?
He slipped on a pair of silk boxers and tiptoed downstairs. As
he reached the landing, he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
Clearing the last stair, he peered around the corner into the
kitchen. It was Starla. "Thank God she's still here,"
he thought as he breathed a sigh of relief.
She was wearing a pair of his white gym socks and a blue button-down
oxford shirt, the shirt-tails reaching about the middle of her
dark brown thigh. About three buttons were clasped, the rest of
the starched, extra-large shirt was draped over her strong and
shapely body. Her hair was tousled from being in bed with him.
But even like this, she was a vision of sensuality.
Starla was bent over at the waist looking in the open refrigerator
door, and there were empty boxes and containers of food all over
the counter and floor. Derek wasn't quite sure, but it looked
like she had gone on an eating binge. Some bacon sizzled on a
skillet. A portable radio played a song by the Spice Girls, which
was not one of Derek's favorites.
He leaned against the wooden banister and said, "You got
When she stood upright from behind the refrigerator door, he saw
she had a Little Debbie hanging out of her mouth and some bangs
draped across her eyes. "Mrffl," was the only response
she could muster.
"Well, I guess somebody worked up an appetite last night,"
he said with a wry smile.
Putting down the Little Debbie, she walked over to him. "Good
morning," she whispered right before she planted a deep kiss
on him and started to lick and suck on the firm, rounded pecs
on his broad chest. "Yeah, you stud, I did work up an appetite
last night," she said smiling as she placed her hands around
his butt and effortlessly lifted him off the floor with just her
left hand, and began kissing his abs, "can I book an appointment
for tonight, too? Or, on second thought, how about right now?"
He interrupted, "Starla, ummm, could you put me down, please?
I didn't sleep very well. I...I'm wondering whether we should
be doing this. I...I really don't measure up. I mean... you are
a supremi and can do all these incredible things, but I'm just
a regular Terran, and..." She put a finger up to his lips.
"Derek, stop trying to be so logical for a moment. Try using
your heart instead, and listen to me," she looked deeply
into his eyes. "First, I'm not out of some comic book. I'm
real, and I am a supremi, but I want YOU. Second, more than anything
else, I want to be with you. YOU'RE all I want, you make me happy.
More than anything else I want to make YOU happy. I want you to
worship my muscles. I want to show you how strong I am. I want
to share my body and mind with you, I want to take care of you.
I love YOU....Any questions?"
He smiled and nodded "No", and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good, now how about some breakfast, I'm starved," she
said as she dropped him to the tiled floor with a thud.
Picking himself up off the floor, he picked through the empty
boxes and remnants of her earlier food attack that littered the
countertop and said, "Geez, you sure can put the groceries
"Well, I don't actually need food to survive, but I still
felt like I needed it somehow," she said defensively. "And
besides, it's impossible for me to overeat or gain weight. So
don't worry..." With that she picked up a 6-inch San Francisco
phone book and held it in front of her with just her two thumbs
and index fingers on the spine. Casually, she tore the large phone
book cleanly in two with loud ripping noises, and set the two
halves on the table. "...this body will ALWAYS be here for
you," she said as she put her hands on her hips and flexed
her chest muscles, which made the top button of the shirt pop
off. Then, she flexed her lats and split open the back of the
dress shirt with a startling RRRRIIIP! Finally, she raised her
arms in a double-biceps pose, which obviously shredded both sleeves
as her huge biceps muscles popped out from beneath the cloth like
mountain tops above the clouds.
"All right?... Settled," she said with finality as she
tore off the remaining shreds of the shirt and stood there in
only a pair of socks. "now...I'm starved." She grabbed
the hot iron skillet full of bacon and zapped it with her heat
ray, making the sizzling pops and crackles immediately intensify.
He could say nothing as he got an eyeful of her naked, tanned
body standing in the middle of his kitchen, wearing only a pair
of white socks. He marveled at her body: Could it truly be so
beautiful, so strong, so invulnerable, so perfect? Could she possibly
love him as much as he did her? Derek realized that he needed
to keep his mind preoccupied from the nude muscle girl in his
kitchen, so he said, "I tell you what, I'll make you one
of my special vegetable and cheese omelets. OK?" Starla only
nodded "yes" since she couldn't talk with all the Little
Debbies in her mouth.
She ended up eating a dozen eggs and a half-pound of bacon all
by herself. Derek couldn't talk at all at the breakfast table
while his eyes were feasting on her unbelievable breasts. She
had an unbelievable cleavage. He just sat there with his head
leaning on his hand, watching her eat. Finally, she ate the last
bite of the omelet while Derek gulped down the last drop of coffee.
"Oh, that was great! I guess there's nothing like a little
breakfast to start your day," she said as she pushed herself
away from the table.
"A LITTLE breakfast," Derek thought to himself.
"Now, for your reward," she whispered as the corners
of her mouth turned up a sly half-grin, and she began to lick
her lips. She gracefully moved to the middle of the tiled kitchen
floor and turned to Derek. Standing there naked, she put her hands
on her hips and assumed her unbelievable supergirl pose.
Derek just gazed at her for a few moments, taking it all in. Her
shiny dark hair hung tousled around her shoulders, the bangs dangling
across her eyes giving her a "bad girl" look. Derek
noticed perhaps for the first time how remarkable the outline
of her body was. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her; her unblemished
tan skin and incredibly firm body only hinted at the incredible
muscles that were hidden just below the surface. Her thin feminine
ankles flared out to full, muscular calves, and then to wide and
powerful thighs. Her hips and glutes had tantalizing angles. Then,
gently curving inward at her waist that framed a brick wall of
abs, it quickly flared out to her unflexed lats and her strong
rounded delts. Her shoulders were much wider than her waist or
hips. Her large tan breasts sat proudly on her muscular chest,
seemingly defying gravity without even a telltale teardrop shape.
As a result, her dark tan body looked unbelievably feminine and
sexy, but powerful at the same time. She was a vision of ultimate
eroticism. But Derek still only had a vague appreciation for just
how much unearthly power was contained in her gently bulging muscles.
And he fought back a giggle when he realized she was still wearing
those stupid white socks.
She reached up with both hands to comb a few stray hairs away
from her eyes, which caused her unflexed biceps to bunch up in
to powerful-looking round balls. "Come Derek....come explore
my body...come feel my muscles."
Derek looked at her gorgeous face and that devilish smile. They
both knew the unbelievable power she held over him, without even
flexing a single muscle. Her tongue played at the edges of her
lips. Her light blue eyes sparkled like precious gems. Derek practically
felt heart palpitations as he walked over to her sporting a large
hard-on that strained the silk boxers.
He decided to start at the bottom and work his way up. So he moved
to within inches of her beautiful face, and then knelt down. He
slowly peeled the socks down around her ankles, and she slipped
her feet out. "God," he thought, "even her feet
are beautiful. Even her toes are perfect."
His hands moved up and down her left shin, feeling the softness
of her skin, testing the firmness of her muscles. His two hands
cradled one of her calf muscles just as she gave it a gentle flex.
The expanding muscle pushed his hands apart and away from each
other, his hands incapable of containing the bulging calf muscle.
He sensed this wasn't a full flex, so he tried to squeeze the
muscle. Derek poured all his strength into his hands but couldn't
begin to indent her calf muscle. It felt like he was touching
a marble statue.
After a few moments, he moved up to her thighs. His hands roamed
up and down her amazing thighs, appreciating her strong muscular
curves. He put his left and right hands over the quadriceps muscles
that bulged above the to the left and right of her kneecap. Just
then, she began to flex that thigh muscle. Derek gasped as the
quadriceps ballooned and more than filled each of his hands. The
cords of muscle crossing her thigh were amazing, there was so
much muscular definition. Once again, Derek tested the hardness
of her muscles, and found them undeniably hard.
He inched closer to her, reaching around her waist with both arms
to grab her glutes. They were perfectly-rounded, and felt very
soft and smooth. Once again, she began to flex her muscles for
him, this time to the maximum. Her perfect ass became harder than
steel, and felt more like a bowling ball. Derek relied on his
hands to explore since he couldn't see around her hips. He was
sure he felt rippled contours in her skin, which were muscle striations
from her straining glute muscles. Talk about your buns of steel!
The smell of honey and wildflowers was becoming stronger, and
Derek realized she was enjoying this. He looked up from where
he was kneeling towards Starla's face, and saw her large rounded
breasts from underneath. He reached up to cradle each globe with
his hands, and this time, Starla gasped. She reached down, putting
a hand under each of his armpits and gently lifted him off the
kitchen tiles, holding him in front of her just an inches off
the tiled floor. Then she began to float, holding them both just
inches off the tiles. She pointed her toes and raised her legs
between his dangling legs. In response, he lifted his legs and
wrapped them around her waist. She raised her legs until they
were perpendicular to the floor, and then opened her legs wide
to about forty-five degrees in each direction. He straddled her,
and they floated about three feet above the kitchen floor.
Starla's eyes had a wild look. The smell of honey and wildflowers
was now overpowering. She reached over to the counter and grabbed
the maple syrup. She crooked her elbow and fully flexed her biceps,
causing a monstrous muscle to swell to the size of a cantaloupe.
She dripped maple syrup over the biceps and winked at Derek.
Derek reached up and began to lick the maple syrup off her enormous
muscle. He quickly decided that Starla's taste and smell were
even sweeter than the syrup. She pronated her wrist back and forth,
making the biceps jump left and right, a dance of unearthly feminine
power. Derek pondered for a moment how many millions of tons of
force she was applying with that gorgeous muscle.
Derek could barely contain himself, he wanted to make love to
this girl so badly. His penis had found its way out of the slit
in the front of his boxers, and jutted into the notches in her
muscular abdomen. Once, she flexed her abs gently. When the muscles
expanded, they pinched the head of his penis in the channels between
the muscles, and Derek thought he would cum right then.
Just then, Starla began to recline. As if on some invisible easy
chair, they both slowly rolled towards Starla's back. She stopped
when they were about thirty degrees from parallel with the floor.
His hands tried in vain to cup her large breasts, but they were
too large. He squeezed both breasts, testing their firmness. They
were like no breasts he had ever felt before. They were soft,
and pliable at first, but with increasing pressure, they seemed
to give increasing resistance. Eventually, his forearms were shaking
from the strain. He thought he didn't have to worry about hurting
this supergirl. He fingers then played over her aureole, now four
inches across, and her nipples, which were now about an inch in
diameter and two inches long. Starla closed her eyes and gasped,
Derek reached over to the countertop and grabbed a bottle of maple
syrup. He drizzled it over the mounds of her breasts, which reminded
him of pouring hot fudge on a massive sundae. He enjoyed the taste
and smell of her, and of the syrup, as he licked it off her generous
breasts. He moved over her nipples, his tongue working them over.
One nipple slid between his teeth and he instinctively bit it
as she hummed, "mmmmm." Then, remembering that he couldn't
hurt her, he bit down hard, "MMMmmmmm." He turned his
head to the side to get his molars into position, and bit down
as hard as he could, and she said "MMMMMMM."
She reached down and grabbed his penis while she kissed him. Her
tongue playing with his as they kissed deeply. He tried to penetrate
her, but she was just too tight. So she gently used her strong
hand and guided him into her, as she pulled him towards her. Derek
had never been with a woman who was this tight, or one who could
take all of his considerable length and girth into her. But she
seemed to have no problem accepting all of him. She gently tensed
her vagina muscles around his shaft, making him gasp and shudder.
She knew he was getting tired of holding his torso in that position,
so she flexed her lats muscles. When they expanded outward like
wings, he had a place to put his hands to support his upper body.
He threw all caution away, knowing he could not hurt this supergirl.
In fact, he sensed that she probably liked him to be as rough
with her as he could, since that was still extremely gentle in
comparison to what she could withstand. He rode her, drilled her,
and squeezed her tits with all his might. She was obviously unaffected,
and even seemed to enjoy the roughness.
When Derek was getting ready to explode, she gently tensed the
muscles that gripped his shaft, and kept him from cumming. As
the pressure built, he wanted badly to shoot into her. He began
to pound down on her abdomen as he struggled to thrust in her.
He had to get release. But his fists bounced off her unflexed
abs, and she continued to hold him fast, seemingly oblivious to
the predicament she had placed him in. Finally, she opened her
eyes and smiled at him wickedly. She pulled his head down to hers
and they began to kiss again. Finally, she freed his shaft, and
he felt relief as he pumped like never before. After a while of
what was for Derek very athletic sex, they curled up on the bearskin
rug in front of the fireplace and fell asleep.
Derek slept soundly for several hours. Perhaps he had no need
to dream, since he was living one.
When he awoke, she was laying on her side next to him, leaning
her head on her hand. She was just watching him, and smiled. "I
didn't mean to stare at you darling, but I really don't need much
sleep, and you're just so cute," she said through the most
adorable smile Derek had ever seen. (Ten-Hut! Here we go again.)
Well, Derek now had a pretty good idea of her muscularity and
muscular expansion. But he wanted to know more about her invulnerability.
So, after they laid there talking for a while, he brought the
subject up, "...so you're bullet-proof, then?" he asked.
"Sure, bullets barely tickle me - even the high-powered,
Teflon-coated ones. Tank fire really wouldn't phase me either,
it's just not powerful enough to affect me. Someday, I'd like
to see what the big guns on a battleship would do to me, but realistically,
I'm not worried. I mean, I could detonate an atomic bomb in my
hands and not be harmed, so I don't think a battleship would even
"You're kidding, right?" he said incredulously.
"Well, no. I'm totally impervious to any weapon, or disease.
I don't need oxygen or food, either, since I pull the power I
need from the inter-dimensional energy matrix. That's how I can
fly through space."
"The inter what?" he said.
"I get my power primarily from another dimension. If flows
to me into this dimension, and I store it in my breasts. Actually,
an immense amount of energy is stored there. My breasts could
power the eastern seaboard for several days, probably. I've always
been a little out of balance, though. Power seems to slowly build
up in me, and I get stronger and stronger, until my muscles actually
ache. Then I know it's time for me to get a workout."
"A workout? How does someone as strong as you get a workout?"
"Derek, my strength may be vastly greater than yours, but
it isn't unlimited. Growing up, I used to go to my rock garden
and burn off the excess energy. I really miss going there."
"What's a rock garden?" he asked.
"My rock garden was a deserted plain on the planet I was
born on that had large boulders. I would lift, squat, curl and
press the rocks until I felt better. Actually, I may need to have
a workout soon, but I'm not sure what there is on the planet that's
heavy enough for me."
"How big were these boulders?" he asked.
"Different sizes. The smaller ones were 100 cubic yards,
but there were some much bigger that gave me a better challenge,"
she said matter-of-factly with a sweet, innocent smile.
"Starla, those are more like mountains than boulders!"
Derek blurted out as he tried to process the capabilities of this
supergirl. Finally, he decided that he had to see if all this
was really true, that he had to see for himself, so he grabbed
her hand and said, "Totally impervious, huh?...well, come
Derek led her out to his dad's workshed. Derek had to know if
what Starla had said was true, and this was the most convenient
place to test it.
He slid open the double doors and walked into the dark shed. Pulling
a string, the overhead fluorescent lights came on. Starla followed
him in and stood in the middle of the workshop in her supergirl
pose. "Okay, Doubting Thomas. Bring it on. Let the experiments
begin," she said confidently with a gorgeous smile.
He set up his video camera in the corner on a tripod since wanted
to get this all on tape. First, he had her put her arm straight
out at her side and tightened a vise around her biceps. Not just
a normal present-day vise, but one of the old, hard-forged, cast
iron ones. It must've weighed 50 pounds. He tightened it as much
as he could, even banging on the lever with a hammer, when she
said, "need a hand, perfessor?" With her bare hand,
she cranked it another two turns as the vise creaked loudly. Then
he said what she had been waiting for, "Okay, flex your biceps
whenever you're ready...that is, if you can."
"IF? You better stand back, sherlock." She smiled at
the camera and slowly bent her elbow. In a matter of moments,
the vise exploded, unable to withstand the pressure of her expanding,
"NEXT!" she said proudly, when she spied another of
the vises in the corner. "Wait, I've got an idea. Sure, you
think my massive biceps can pop the vise, but what about my little
finger?" So they tried it, and sure enough, when she bent
her little finger, the vise popped open, unable to withstand the
casual power of even her little finger. "NEXT!"
Derek sensed that a challenge was afoot. Then, he plugged in a
circular saw to see just how invulnerable her skin was. The motor
whined as he passed the blade over her forearm. When after letting
it run for over a minute, they checked the blade. While her skin
was unmarked, the saw blade was worn completely dull.
Then he took a pair of pliers and grabbed her nipple as hard as
he could. As he squeezed, the nipple became aroused and grew to
its two-inch long by one-inch wide size. Derek repositioned the
pliers and squeezed until his forearms shook, but the end of the
nipple was still perfectly round. "Here, let me help,"
she said as she replaced his hand with hers. As she gripped the
pliers, cords of muscle popped out on the back of her hand and
forearms. However, the nipple stayed perfectly round, and she
only succeeded in crushing the pliers with her powerful hands.
"Sorry about the pliers, honey. Is this what you were trying
to do?" With that she pinched the same nipple between just
her thumb and forefinger, and applied some casual pressure, easily
compressing the nipple to an oval about half the former width.
Derek quickly tried to "do the math" in his head. Let's
see, she applied enough pressure to crush the pliers into a mangled
ball of scrap, but her nipple remained round. Then, with just
her two fingers, she flattens it. He looked up at Starla in amazement.
Before he could even ask the question, she answered, "I'm
not sure exactly, but the two fingers were probably exerting between
five and ten thousand tons of force."
"Now, I've got one for you," she announced. She grabbed
a pair of branch clippers from the wall and positioned the teeth
around her nipple. Then, she closed it and began to exert pressure.
They immediately began to creak, and in just a few moments, the
wooden handles splintered apart in her hands. Derek picked the
tool up and looked at the way her nipple had scored a groove in
the sharp teeth. Then she grabbed a pair of chain cutters and
did the same thing. This time, however, the tools had long steel
handles. She slowly applied pressure to the tool that was pinching
her nipple. At first, she looked like she was enjoying the pressure,
but eventually, the result was the same. The two-foot long steel
handles began to bend together as the heavy-duty bolt cutters
were unable to make a dent in her nipple. When Derek examined
the tip, he found that her soft nipple had deformed the tough
steel of the bolt cutters. "NEXT!"
Next, he wanted to test the hardness of her muscles some more,
even though he had already seen examples of this. He took a nail
and tried to hammer it into her flexed thigh muscle, but it just
bent in two. The same thing happened to a large masonry nail,
but after a few more strikes.
He got a large ball-peen hammer and chisel, and tried those on
her flexed biceps, but the result was the same. Derek swung the
hammer as hard as he could, but the chisel just CLANKed loudly
and made no mark whatsoever on her skin. All the while she had
a funny grin on her face as she watched him mentally deal with
her body's invulnerability. He was obviously getting frustrated,
and having difficulty dealing with his inferiority.
He grabbed a Jim Bowie knife he kept in the drawer and pulled
it on her. Starla flexed her mighty abdominal muscles, and he
tried to thrust the razor-sharp blade into her gut, but this only
succeeded in snapping the blade off at the hilt. Starla smiled
sweetly at him, "NEXT!"
"Dammit," he thought to himself as he seethed, "Was
there no way to make her at least a little uncomfortable?"
He was actually starting to get pissed off.
He picked up an awl and the ball-peen hammer, and placed the point
of the awl above her left nipple. Starla still stood confident
and relaxed, her hands on her hips, looking beautiful and powerful.
Derek, reared back the hammer and cleanly struck the awl as hard
as he could. Nothing happened, not even a mark was left on her
skin. Again, he tried, and nothing. Derek was starting to get
really mad now. He took the hammer and swung it madly at her head,
cleanly striking her on the cheek and nose. Starla didn't even
blink, so insignificant were Derek's assaults. He ran to the corner
and picked up a twenty-pound sledge hammer and began to swing
it at her head and body. He swung the sledge as hard as he could
against her cheek, down onto her head and shoulders, and sideways
into her nose and mouth. Each time, she didn't react at all. Then,
he began to swing the sledge into her muscular body. At first,
Starla flexed no muscles, so the sledge just bounced harmlessly
off her muscular body with a THUD. Then, she began to flex the
muscles he was aiming the sledge at, first a thigh, then the abs,
then her triceps. Each time, the sledge sounded a loud CLANK and
rebounded uncontrollably back to Derek. The vibrations on his
hands were starting to actually hurt, like hitting a fastball
on the hands in freezing weather. She stood calmly still and smiled
the entire time, obviously unconcerned about his attacks which
would have killed a platoon of Terrans, but were so negligible
against her immeasurable might.
Derek was out of breath, partly from the efforts of his attacks,
and partly from the unbelievably strong and erotic vision before
him. He was also a little frantic at so soundly losing the competition
with her. He stood there for a moment, staggering slightly, too
tired to lift the sledgehammer again. He was determined to find
a chink in her invulnerability, so he stood there for a moment
thinking, his mind racing. Starla, meanwhile, was enjoying showing
off for her lover just how powerful she actually was.
Next he tried the power drill on her forearm. She clenched her
fist tight, which made cords of muscle and ligaments stand out
on her hand and forearm, and a large ball of muscle swelled out
of her forearm. He put the half-inch drill bit in place and pulled
the trigger to the maximum speed. After a few moments, smoke started
to rise from the bit. So Derek stopped to examine it. The tip
of the bit was nearly red-hot and smoking, and totally worn down.
Starla took the power drill from Derek and put it between her
legs, inserting the bit into her vagina. She pulled the trigger
to maximum, and began to enjoy the stimulation of the rough sides
of the drill bit. "Mmmmmm," she said as she closed her
eyes. Unknowingly, she began to tighten her grip just slightly
on the wonderful drill bit, and she held it in place. The drill
motor whined, and began to overheat and smoke. Derek's eyes were
wide with disbelief. Even one of her softest areas was super powered
and invulnerable. He tried to imagine what it would be like if
it were him inside of her, instead of the drill bit. Just then
Starla became frustrated that the stimulation had stopped, and
tightened her vagina muscles just slightly. She immediately crushed
and mangled the bit. She opened her eyes and pulled the bit out,
for them both to see. It was incredibly deformed. "Sorry
about the drill and drill bit, dear..." And with that she
proceeded to close her powerful hand around the drill and crush
it into scrap metal. "NEXT!"
Out of desperation, he started slugging at her with his bare fists.
One after another, a left, then a right, big wind-up roundhouse
punches into the center of her abs. However, as expected, each
punch just bounced helplessly off the muscular plates of her stomach
with a THUD. It was a lucky thing for Derek that she wasn't flexing
her abs at the time, or he'd have shattered the bones in his hand.
She was totally unconcerned, and becoming turned on with how futile
his attacks were to her. Each one of these punches would definitely
lay out any other Terran, yet she barely felt them. She felt incredibly
invincible and dominant now. And really turned on, too. Then,
he began to land crossing punches to each of her breasts. He worked
them over as if they were punching bags. Now, that started to
feel pretty good!
He was still fascinated with those boobs, and was becoming extremely
frustrated that all his tests were failing. Not that he wanted
to hurt her, but they only served to underscore how large the
difference in their capabilities was. So he picked up a heavy
claw hammer, and turned the claw side forward. She knew what he
was thinking and said, "Go right ahead." He held the
claw hammer far behind his head and swung it as hard as he could
at her right breast. The claw indented about an inch into the
large, fleshy boob, but then hit the steely muscles underneath.
Derek held up the claw for them both to see how badly it had been
bent. Once again, even her softest parts were more than a match
for Derek's tests.
"Here honey, now I've got one for you," Starla said.
She picked up a large screwdriver with a thick 12-inch shaft and
held it in front of her face. Using her heat vision, she cut of
the handle. She held it up to her tongue and licked it as steam
hissed off the red hot metal. When it was cooler after a few moments
she handed it to Derek, but he had no idea what she wanted him
to do with it. She put each of her hands on her DDD boobs and
cradled them. Then, she slid her fingers up into the deep cleavage
and slowly pulled the large globes further apart. When they were
pulled far out to each side, she said, "Okay, brace the screwdriver
Derek held the screwdriver shaft laterally and lodged it as far
between her boobs as he could. They made small indentations into
the soft orbs. He removed his hand once he was sure the metal
shaft would stay there. Then, she slowly reduced the pressure
holding the breasts apart, and as they moved back to the normal
position, the screwdriver shaft was easily bent into a forty-five
degree angle, but stayed stuck between the breasts. Then, Starla
put her hands on her hips, and began to flex her powerful chest
muscles. Plates of thick muscles formed a the base of the breasts,
pushing them outward. The boobs pushed further together, decreasing
even more the angle in the screwdriver shaft as it creaked loudly.
Eventually, the boobs themselves began to get harder, as the ends
of the screwdriver shaft became less and less indented into her
flesh. Eventually, it fell to the floor with a CLANK. Derek reached
up to feel how hard her breasts had become. What had once felt
soft and pliable, now felt harder than steel with no give at all.
"Careful honey, don't get your hand caught between them,
it might get crushed," she said with a cat-that-ate-the-canary
Finally, that was all he could stand, he jumped at her and kissed
her deeply. He was frantically lusting for her gorgeous muscular
body. She put her hands on his hips, and levitated them both into
the air. Then she rotated them horizontally, with her on the bottom,
and holding him above her like a human-sized dildo. She guided
his shaft into her, and continued to hold him above her by the
waist, working him in and out of her. Since she was supporting
the weight of his lower body, he placed his two hands on her breasts
to steady his upper body, and to massage those beautiful invincible
breasts. He was almost violent as he rode her, although she was
obviously more than up to withstanding it. In a half hour, they
were done. She lowered them to the shop floor, and he rolled onto
his back, panting deeply.
"No more "NEXT", I'm satisfied...for now,"
Derek said with a devilish grin.
"Well, I can hardly wait, perfessor," she fire back
smiling, looking more beautiful, and certainly more invulnerable,
"And I can hardly wait to see the videotape," he thought
to himself as he sighed.
Next Chapter - Fitting In
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