Chapter 5

It was a few hours after a beautiful sunset in the cloudless skies over the southern New Mexico desert. Too bad I hadn't come here for the sightseeing, I didn't even have a camera with me. No, I was here to work, even if I wasn't getting paid a dime for it. Mom and her people had been keeping the large ranch house under observation the past several days and were preparing to move in tonight. It was a combined FBI and DEA operation. Mom had called me in to gain more practical experience in the field, and to serve as an unofficial backup.

"We've traced a group of drug traffickers here," she had told me that morning when we had met over breakfast. "We know that they're dangerous. We've already lost one of our people. A DEA agent, Nancy, failed to report in two days ago. She was shadowing some of these people, trying to identify their contacts in El Paso. You're not officially here, so try to stay out of sight. But if things start to get messy, do what you have to do. But be careful, my little one."

"Sure thing, Mom," I had readily agreed. I had been Mom's 'secret weapon' before. Usually though I was just along as an observer, Mom was still training me. I was still more brawn than brain. At least that was what she kept telling me. Steve doesn't say so; he just tells me that I just might be too blonde. But that's not my fault, is it? All Velorians are blonde, according to Mom. And I was learning more and more with each case Mom took me along on. At least I hoped that I was learning from my experiences.

Nancy was pissed. Really pissed. And that was putting it mildly. How could she have been so stupid? So STUPID! So totally STUPID! It was the stupidest thing she had ever done in her entire life. And, she reflected further, it was probably the stupidest thing she would ever do in her entire life, her life expectancy didn't look to be very long. As a DEA agent based in Dallas, Texas, she had been working in El Paso for the past week. But she was supposed to be observing these suspects, not being captured by them! And now she was a prisoner at some secluded ranch house. Rather, under the house. In the middle of nowhere. She wasn't even sure if she was still in Texas, or across the border in New Mexico, or even across the other border in Mexico. All she knew was that they had driven for over an hour while she had lain bouncing in the back of the jeep, bound and gagged, covered by a musty and smelly tarp.

She had been working on the case for over two months, trying to nail these drug traffickers. Her group had been assigned to work with two other agents from some secret FBI branch, with both of whom she had worked before, though not both together on the same case.

She had enjoyed working with Ted. "What woman wouldn't," she thought to herself. Big, rugged good looks, and a great sense of humor. She enjoyed flirting with him. Especially since she had left her boyfriend a year ago, she hadn't had a meaningful relationship since then. And she had thought that Ted was also attracted to her, he would also flirt with her. At least thoughts of him had made what happened those two days almost bearable, while those vile men had.... "NO! Don't think about that!" she told herself.

She really didn't know much about the mysterious black-haired woman code named 'Orion'. She had initially thought that it was a terrible code name for a woman, naming her after a male hunter from Greek mythology. But she had changed her mind after seeing Orion at work. Her beautiful body had exploded with muscles as she showed a strength easily greater than that of any man as she had single-handedly overpowered and subdued three drug dealers. Those muscles! She had never even seen pictures of bodybuilders, male or female, which even came close to what Orion had shown. She didn't think even that the fabled Hercules had had muscles that large. She had seen Orion easily defeat Ted at arm wrestling. While Nancy was a fair arm wrestler herself, for a woman her size, Ted had no trouble defeating her. She had often dreamed of having even a fraction of such strength, being able to easily overpower a couple of men. "If I had such strength I wouldn't be here now. Those thugs would never have been able to capture Orion," she thought to herself.

Nancy had never felt particularly attracted to other women before, but the thought of being with someone as strong as Orion was, so much stronger than any man, and so beautiful as well, had intrigued her on more than one occasion. She had always enjoyed athletic sex with her partners. "But strength like that, combined with that body, would totally redefine 'athletic sex'," she had thought. That was one of the many reasons she had left her last boyfriend; his idea of sex was for her to just simply lie there while he took his pleasure from her body. The body that she had worked so hard to keep fit, and he wanted it motionless.

But here she was, and what sex she had experienced while being held captive was certainly not very enjoyable. It certainly had not been enjoyable for her. Though it may have been enjoyable for the three men, at least they were still keeping her around instead of killing her. Not that that was any great consolation for her. It might be easier on her if they did kill her.

Now I was off on my own, following up on a hunch and checking out the cluster of buildings on the other side of the low ridge. There wasn't a whole lot here. A small wooden ranch house, a barn, and some ramshackle outbuildings. A couple of large cottonwood trees stood in front of the house. Other than a little sparse dry scrub vegetation, the rest of the windswept area was barren. The reports had said that the area was deserted, but I thought that I had seen some people moving around in the shadows earlier. The house at least looked too well maintained to be deserted, even though the old red paint was beginning to crack and peel a little. And some of those tire tracks on the hard-packed dirt driveway looked relatively fresh, even though I didn't see any cars around. They were certainly more recent than the last rain, whenever that may have been. But the electricity and phone were off. Of course, batteries or a generator, and radios would do just about as well so that didn't mean much. And I could smell just a hint of diesel and gasoline fumes, though I supposed that they could just as easily have come from the highway on the other side of the ridge.

There was no light coming from within the ranch house; the windows had all been completely painted over. The old paint on the walls was starting to peel in some spots, but the lead in it kept me from seeing inside the building clearly. The only thing left to do was to try and get closer. I flew down and landed silently between the house and the old wooden barn.

Damn! Even the old paint on the windows had lead in it. I moved on and tried the next window. Same thing. But I did hear some voices coming from inside, though I couldn't make out any words. It sounded like Spanish anyway. And I smelled people and something resembling cooking. I guessed that I would just have to try the direct approach.

Turning the corner I climbed the wooden stairs up to the porch and right up to the front door. The old wooden floorboards creaked a little under my feet. I could have flown to avoid the noise, but I wasn't trying for stealth. Seeing no doorbell, I knocked. Lightly, I didn't want to break the door down. After a few seconds of sounds of movement inside, the door opened a crack. I could see a face looking at me. With that bushy mustache I knew that it wasn't a woman's face that I was seeing.

"Can I borrow your phone? My car broke down about half a mile up the road." Okay, so that wasn't very original, but that was all I could think of. Maybe Steve was right after all; I am too blonde for this type of work. But I like to think I have some, well, other attributes, which suited me well for this type of work.

Mustache grabbed my arm and tried to pull me in. "Hey, you're hurting me!" Acting as surprised and as blonde as I could, I let him pull me in. After all, there was no point in resisting; I was trying to get in. I knew that I couldn't really get in trouble, that I could easily bust my way out of here if I really needed to.

Even as Mustache was dragging me into the house, I took a quick look around. There were two other men in the sparsely furnished living room, on opposite sides. All three were dressed similarly in flannel shirts and blue jeans. They both had guns pointed at me. The one on the right looked like he could be Mustache's younger brother, his mustache wasn't quite as long or as bushy. He had an automatic rifle pointed right at my chest. The one on the left might have been their father, with a beard to go along with the family mustache, a trace of gray beginning to show. He had an automatic pointed at my face. There wasn't much of interest to see in any of the other rooms. I certainly couldn't see any sign of Nancy here. Not even in any of the other rooms, apparently the lead was only in the exterior paint.

I tried to act scared of all the guns and tried to back out, but Mustache held on to my arm. Of course I wasn't trying too hard to back out, just pretending to. I could have just dragged him out without any effort if I had wanted to.

"Look what we have here," Mustache said, still holding me by my arm and giving me a good once-over. He seemed to like what he saw. He also had an automatic in his other hand. "We got time for this one?" THIS one? As opposed to what? There's another one here? Nancy? But where could she be? I looked around, peeking into the other rooms, but I could see no one else in the house.

"Not right now," Father said. "Unfortunately, we've got to be at the Big House in an hour for the meeting. But she'll keep till we get back. Strip her and put her downstairs with the other one." The OTHER one? Could it be Nancy? Could she be here? Still alive? But where could she be?

Little Brother walked over to me and started stripping my clothes off of me as I struggled. Well, I pretended to struggle. If I took these men out now, I wouldn't be any closer than I now was to finding Nancy. Instead, I figured that it would be quickest and easiest if I 'cooperated' and let them take me to where they had Nancy. They couldn't hurt me, and I could ignore any of their feeble efforts to try to humiliate and degrade me.

Mustache helped his brother remove my clothes. I thought that they enjoyed it a little bit too much, as their hands did a little bit more than strictly necessary to remove my clothes. It took the two of them way too long to get my tee shirt, jeans, shoes, and undergarments off of me. Especially my bra and panties. They didn't stop there. I have a body that men love to look at and to touch. And I love to have men look at me, and under the right conditions, to touch me. But this wasn't under one of those right conditions; I was working. I continued to pretend to struggle. Eventually they decided that they needed to lock me away. Actually, Father decided for them, telling them to lock me away so that they could finish their dinner before going to the meeting.

The two brothers pinned my wrists behind my back and forced me into the kitchen. There was a half-eaten dinner for three on the table. Mustache unlocked and then opened a trap door in the floor. I made a feeble lunge, a very feeble lunge, for the back door, but Little Brother managed to hold on to me. After all, I had to put on a show for them, to make it look good. Even then, I almost got out of Little Brother's grasp; my lunge almost wasn't feeble enough for his puny Terran strength.

The two of them then forced me down the stairs as I continued to pretend to struggle. At the bottom Mustache released me while he unlocked and opened a steel door. Little Brother threw me in to land on my face on the bare cement floor. "We'll be back for you later. Both of you!" he laughed as he closed and then locked the door behind me. They must be awfully confident of their little prison if they weren't even going to bother to tie me up. Not that a rope would slow me down even a millisecond. But of course they didn't know that.

I got up to my feet and brushed myself off, at the same time looking around the room. Getting up from a pile of blankets in one corner was a naked strawberry blonde. She was holding one of the blankets out to me. I recognized her from the photograph Mom had shown me earlier in the day.

"Hi! You must be Nancy. I'm Julie," I told her as I took the blanket. As she led me over to the pile of blankets I took a better look at her. She was almost as tall as I was. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with a good figure. A very pretty woman. And not just because she was naked. She obviously took good care of her body. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and there were some ugly bruises on her body. From the conversation upstairs I could take a pretty good guess as to how she had gotten them. She also gave me a good looking over as we walked over to the corner.

She wrapped a blanket around herself and sat down. "Um, hi Julie. How do you know who I am?" She looked confused and surprised. I guessed that I couldn't blame her, she didn't know who I was, let alone on whose side I was.

I sat down beside her and wrapped a blanket around me. "When you turned up missing, Ted and Mom asked me to help look for you."

"Ted and who? 'Mom'? You mean Orion? Orion is your mother?"

Orion was Mom's code name. "Yeah, I guess that you would know her by that name. I'm Orion's daughter." No need to get into the full details. Certainly not at a time like this. I offered her my hand and she took it and we shook hands. Two naked women locked up in a cellar and we were shaking hands!

"Oh you poor girl! What were they thinking of? It's dangerous enough for us, and we've been trained for this stuff. But to send in a young girl like you!"

I smiled at her. "Well, I am my mother's daughter." Not necessarily Mom's daughter, but she didn't need to know that.

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "I know that your mother's very strong, I've often wished I had even a fraction of her strength. But now you've been captured too. And I don't think that even your mother could get us out of here."

"Well, getting captured was the easiest way I could think of to get them to tell me where you were. And it worked, I found you."

We sat and talked for a while. She told me how she came to be here, and what those men upstairs had done to her. I found myself liking her more and more. An ordinary Terran woman, doing what she did, without any of the special Supremis advantages that Mom and I enjoyed. She had courage, that was for sure. I didn't know whether I could do that, if I wasn't who I was.

As we talked I glanced around the room. The only light was coming from a single light bulb in a wire cage high above the only door. The door was solid steel, and I had seen the locks and the alarm on the other side. There was a small plastic bucket by the door; I didn't need to use my keen Velorian sense of smell to tell me what that was there for.

She saw me looking around. "The only way out is back up through the stairs, and the door is locked and has an alarm. We're underground; there's nothing but solid ground beyond any of the walls. I've sounded the walls." My tachyon vision confirmed what she was saying.

"What about that window?" I asked, looking towards the one high window that broke up the otherwise featureless whitewashed stucco walls. The window was covered with paint, just like all of the windows upstairs.

She laughed a bit, which I thought was a good sign. "Well, it's too high up for me to reach. And then there are those steel bars. I don't think that even your mother could get through them."

"Well, let's take a look anyway," I said as I got up and walked over to stand under the window, leaving the blanket behind. She had followed me and was preparing to give me a leg up when I jumped straight up and grabbed and hung on to the three-inch thick steel bars. Yes, Mom would have trouble with these bars, even though they wouldn't stop me. There were no alarms on the window, which was just big enough for a person to crawl through. I reached between the bars to open the window a bit. "I see the barn, but I don't see any guards out there."

"There's only the three of them upstairs. They have their jeep hidden in the barn. There's not much else in there. If we could get out of here we might be able to hole up in the hayloft. You can't see up there from the ground."

"That sounds good to me. Nancy, could you go get the blankets? That's just what we're going to do."

"But Julie, how do we get there? Those bars..."

"Please, Nancy. You get the blankets and let me deal with these bars. Please."

She looked baffled but turned and walked back towards the corner to gather up the blankets. While her back was turned I bent a few of the bars aside, the metal proving to be no match for my strength. I suppressed the brief thought that the three-inch bars might be able to serve a more useful purpose. I opened the window fully. I heard her gasp as she turned around and saw what I'd done.

I dropped down to land beside her. I placed an arm around her slender waist and jumped back up, holding on to a bar with my other hand. I helped her through the window before following her out. I reached back in and straightened the bars, running my hands over them so that they didn't look too damaged. I closed the window and turned around to see Nancy staring at me, both her mouth and her eyes wide open.

"How...?" she began.

"Shhh. Not here." I took her hand and we ran across to the barn and around to the back, the side away from the house. I didn't want to show off my flying ability; Mom and I were trying to keep that in reserve.

The back door was locked. I knew that I could easily break the lock, but I also knew that I didn't want to risk having those men finding a broken lock. Instead I placed my arm around Nancy's waist again and jumped up to an upper window. Perfect! It led right to the hayloft. From the front we could see the jeep below. In the back we'd be completely out of sight of anybody down below.

After getting Nancy settled in, I jumped back out the window. Once I was out of sight I flew back to the main ranch house. The situation here looked well in hand. The agents had rounded up all of the gang. Mom was alone, standing by her van, talking on the radio.

I dropped down beside her. She put the radio handset away as she saw my nakedness. "Julie! My little one! What happened to you? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Mom. I found Nancy."

"Nancy? She's here? Is she okay? Where is she?"

"She's okay. She's over the ridge, in those other buildings," I pointed. "I got her out of their little prison, and she's hidden in the barn. There're three more men over there. They'll be heading over here soon."

"I'll get a team put together right now."

"Okay, I'll take care of the three men and meet you there." With that I leaped up into the sky and headed back over the ridge.

From the air I saw that Mustache had gotten the jeep out of the barn and that the others were getting in. I looked around and I found Nancy, wrapped in a blanket, peering out from her hiding spot up in the hayloft. I landed behind a large cottonwood tree and stepped out in front of them. "You boys going somewhere?" I asked.

Little Brother was the first to recover, pointing his rifle at me. "How the fuck did you get out?"

"You didn't really expect me to stay down there, did you?" I started walking towards him, bouncing just a little bit. "Not with three big strong men like you around." I smiled my best smile at him.

"Hold it right there!" he snapped at me, pointing his rifle right between my large bouncing breasts.

I kept smiling and walking towards him. "You don't really want to shoot me, do you? That wasn't what you had in mind earlier, was it?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" He said it, but his actions didn't match his words. Instead of trying to fuck me, he started shooting. Well, if he was going to shoot me, at least he was shooting me in a good spot. The rapid-fire impacts of the lead slugs made my breasts bounce. Umm, that felt good. But it was over in a matter of seconds as he emptied the entire contents of the clip, the flattened bullets ricocheting to the sides.

"I told you that you didn't want to do that," I told him as I pulled the rifle out of his grasp. "That felt so good," I purred as I pressed the rifle against my chest. With a groan it bent and then crushed against my firm breasts, as that hardened piece of metal proved to be no match for my softest flesh. I then tossed the mangled remains away over my shoulder.

His mouth was wide open as he stared at my breasts. "Do you want to feel them for yourself?" I asked him, still smiling.

"N-no! K-keep b-back! S-stay away from me!" he stammered as he took a step back.

I quickly strode forward and got my right hand on the back of his head. "Go ahead and get a good feel," I told him as I pulled his head towards me. As his head impacted against my soft right breast he lost consciousness.

I turned towards the others just as the jeep started moving away. "No, I can't let you men run out of my life yet!" I wasn't about to let them run anywhere. I ran after them, my long legs quickly overtaking them. A long leap took me over the top of the jeep and I landed in front of them. I turned around to face them as they continued on, the headlights shining in my face.

"Run the bitch down!" Father told Mustache. Mustache gunned the engine and bore down on me, accelerating.

I put my arms out in front of me and tensed my entire body. I caught the front grill and the jeep came to a stop, dead in its tracks. The engine screamed as Mustache floored it, all four wheels spinning helplessly and kicking up large clouds of dust. I started walking forward, pushing the jeep before me.

The two hundred Terran horses of the roaring engine were no match for one Velorian woman, as I pushed the jeep back until the rear end hit the cottonwood tree. "Oh darn. Is there something in my way? Something ruining my fun? Well, I don't think so." Taking a deep breath I pushed harder, putting my stomach and thighs against the grill, feeling the power of the engine against my body. The vibrations felt SO good down there! I just leaned into it, feeling the engine vibrations against my pubic bone.

"Get out!" yelled Mustache, suiting his actions to his words as he bailed out of the driver's seat. Father followed his example on the other side.

I continued pushing as the jeep slowly compressed before my force. The hood bent into a deeply pronounced V, the engine melted with hisses and pops. The engine grate split and broke, the fan snapping free with its last spin, the entire engine crushed like a ball of dried clay. The windshield shattered and the hood broke through into the front seats. The back split and bent as it was pushed against the massive tree. I kept on pushing. The jeep was soon nothing more than a crushed steel pancake, smoking in beaten ruin, the hard metal having proved to be no match for my feminine strength. It felt so good to use my powerful muscles like this! It felt SO good!

A couple of small sharp raps against my back brought me out of it. I turned around to see Father and Mustache standing side by side with their handguns pointed at me. "You think that those puny little toys are going to do any better?" I started walking towards them as they emptied their guns, the bullets barely tickling me as they bounced off of my body in their futility. I grasped a gun with each hand and squeezed, crushing them easily and then tossing them away. As the two men started backing away from me, I rushed forward, grasping a head with each hand. I brought their heads towards me, knocking them both unconscious against my soft breasts.

After ripping up their clothes to tie up all three of them, I headed into the barn to get Nancy. She was already climbing down the ladder from the hayloft, still wrapped in a blanket. She was speechless as she handed me another blanket and looked at the jeep, the crushed guns, the bound men, and me. Not necessarily in that order, and at some of them more than once. I led her inside the house. Since I hadn't bothered to retrieve the house keys from those men, a quick twist of my wrist was all that was required to snap the lock. She ravenously attacked the remains of their meal while I searched for and found our clothes at the bottom of a closet.

Soon a van and two trucks came roaring up the driveway. Telling Nancy to not say anything about me, except to Mom, I quietly slipped out of the back door.

After packing up the three prisoners the team started heading back to the command post. Mom hung back, standing by her van talking with Nancy. I landed behind the van and walked around towards them.

"Oh, there you are, Julie! Thank you. I owe you my life. Thank you so much!" Nancy gave me a hug, which I returned, very gently. Certainly much more gently than the 'hugs' I had given her three captors. "Orion, you should have seen your daughter. She was absolutely magnificent!"

Mom gave me a quick hug, harder than Nancy's, which I also returned a bit harder. "The two of you will have to tell me all about it."

During the long drive back to El Paso, complete with cold sandwiches, after Nancy had described her last three days, the three of us came up with the 'official' version of what happened; not that anybody would actually be dumb enough to believe it. The jeep had gone out of control, slamming into the tree. Yeah, right. Slammed into the tree going backwards? Nancy, who had been hiding in the barn for two days, had been able to tie up the men while they were still stunned from the accident. She had then been able to contact Mom, who had then led a 'rescue' mission to come pick her up, along with her prisoners.

Once back at the offices, after another round of hugs, they went inside to file their reports while I went back to our hotel room.

Nancy looked around her 'prison' for the umpteenth time, trying to formulate some method of escape, or at least to contact her people to let them know where she was. She didn't think even Orion could get out of this prison. Those steel bars covering the one window would even stop her. Sure, she could easily break down the door, but the alarm would alert the guards, those guards are armed with guns, not even Orion's incredible muscles could stop bullets.

The sounds of footsteps on the stairs and then the door being unlocked forced her mind back to the here and now. "They can't be back for more, not yet," she thought. She wasn't surprised to see the door open, but she was surprised to see a naked golden-haired woman thrown into the room, as one of the men said "We'll be back for you later. Both of you!" before closing and then locking the door.

The other woman got to her feet and brushed herself off, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary routine for her. Nancy was surprised to see that she was so young. Why, she couldn't be more than twenty! At least her face didn't look like she could be over twenty. Then Nancy got a good look at the rest of the girl. "I wish I had looked like that at whatever age she is," she thought to herself. Above an incredibly narrow waist the girl's large full breasts showed no signs that they even acknowledged the presence of gravity. "If I had been that large and firm, I could have made a fortune as a model," she thought.

She looked back up at the face framed by the golden hair. She saw the girl's deep blue eyes, the deepest she had ever seen, they almost seemed to glow with their own inner light. There was something faintly familiar about those eyes, as if she had seen them before, but she couldn't quite place them.

"Hi! You must be Nancy. I'm Julie," the girl said, as casually as if they were meeting at a college sorority party, not as naked prisoners in an underground cellar. The girl carried herself with confidence, with self-assurance. Nancy was further surprised as she claimed to be Orion's daughter; Orion didn't look old enough! Orion could pass as the girl's sister much easier than she could pass as the girl's mother.

Those eyes! That was where she had seen them before, Orion also has deep blue eyes that almost glow with their own inner light. Orion also carried herself with confidence and self-assurance, with the knowledge that no matter what happened, she was in control of the situation. That surprise soon turned to another as the girl led her out of the cellar prison, she seemed even stronger than Orion! She had bent and then straightened those three-inch thick steel bars as if they had been nothing more than wet spaghetti. And then later there was what she had done to that jeep! And had those bullets really just bounced off of that young sexy body?

When Orion led the rescue team to pick them up and drive them back home, Nancy gave a full report. Looking at the two of them standing side by side, it was hard to believe that they were really a mother and her daughter. They were definitely a very special family. Orion didn't look old enough to be the mother, much more like an older sister. Orion's jet-black hair contrasted nicely with Julie's golden hair. They both had deep blue eyes that nearly glowed with their own inner light. Their slender but athletic bodies only hinted at the strength she now knew they both possessed.

Orion was definitely somebody special, so beautiful yet with incredible strength, well beyond any other person Nancy had known. Yet her young daughter totally eclipsed her. What must the girl's father be like?

As she prepared to sleep that night after going home she began thinking what it would be like to be with somebody like that girl's father. What kind of man must he have been like? What kind of man would it have taken to father a child on Orion? What kind of man would it have taken to father a child like Julie?

However when she finally did fall asleep her dreams were not at all about a man like that. Instead her dreams were about having wildly athletic sex with either an incredibly strong and athletic black-haired woman or her young golden-hairedn daughter.

One spring weekend George and I drove up to Fort Collins to visit his sister Laurie. His parents were out of town for the weekend, so there wasn't much point in her coming home. She was in her junior year at Colorado State University. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend so Laurie had offered to put me up for the night. After we had gone out for dinner with her boyfriend I was hanging out in her dorm room while she took George over to her boyfriend's apartment where she had arranged for him to spend the night.

I was just lying on the bed reading a magazine when there was a disturbance outside in the corridor. Before I could get up to check it out, the door burst open and two guys rushed in. Both of them were wearing CSU sweat shirts and jeans.

Wait a second! Guys? What the heck was going on here? There shouldn't be any guys here at all. There can't be any guys here. I jumped up to my feet. "Hey! You guys aren't supposed to be here. This is supposed to be a women-only dorm!" I was much too surprised; I didn't even bother to check the two guys out like I usually do when I see guys I hadn't seen before.

After all, there was no way that they could have known that I was actually a high school student visiting a friend here. I was sure that they thought that this was my dorm room. Or at least a classmate's room.

"Don't worry, babe, we won't be here long. Just give us your panties and we'll be out of here," the bigger one said, closing the door behind him.

What? Did I hear that right? "My what? You want me to give you my what?"

The smaller one started to walk towards me. He was maybe about two inches shorter than I was. "Your panties, babe." That was what I thought I had heard. "The ones inside your jeans will do nicely." He then took a good look at my chest. "And maybe your bra as well." I could see that I wasn't the first to be visited, they each had a couple of panties stashed in their back pockets.

He continued to walk towards me and then reached out for me. I pushed him away with one hand, causing him to fall upon Laurie's bed.

The big one rushed towards me, his arms stretched out in front of him. He was almost as tall as Steve was, though not anywhere near as broad. I grabbed his wrists and swung almost completely around, tossing him onto the bed. He landed on top of his smaller partner. They both fell back, a bit stunned from the collision.

I stood over them with my hands on my hips and looked down at them. They were shaking their heads, trying to clear them. "Hmm, I don't know if you boys can get my panties from me." Of course I knew that they couldn't, but I had to leave them some hope. I smiled at them as I got a cool idea. "I know, I'll give you two a fighting chance." I unfastened my jeans and slipped them off, stepping out of them. I then crossed my arms in front of me and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Now I was dressed only in my bra and panties. Of course, it still wasn't going to be an even contest. Not even close to even. I had no intentions of letting them see any more skin. Any more of mine, that is. But I thought that it might be cool to let them try. "There, now you can try to get my panties and my bra off of me. If you do, you can keep 'em."

They were staring at me, wide-eyed, and apparently quite appreciative. I smiled at them as I kicked my clothes under the bed and continued, "But you two have to give me the same opportunity. If I get your 'panties' off, I get to keep them."

Of course they didn't refuse. They probably didn't think that it was going to be an even contest. After all, there were two of them and only one of me.

Oh no, it wasn't going to be an even contest at all. After all, there were only two of them and one of me. But it might be cool.

The big one got off the bed first and came charging at me. I ducked under his arms and grabbed him from behind. I held him with one arm around his waist while my free hand started unbuckling his belt. The other guy grabbed me from behind. I ignored his efforts to wrestle me down to the floor, until his hands moved up to try to unfasten my bra. I gave him a gentle elbow in the ribs, knocking him back onto the bed as the air went whooshing out of his lungs.

Still keeping an arm around the big guy's waist, I lifted him up so that I could start working his jeans down his long legs. He used both of his hands to try to stop one of my hands, but of course I quickly had his jeans down around his ankles. Quickly spinning around, I laid him down on the bed, on top of his partner. I quickly pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it on the floor, his struggling arms slowing me down only slightly. I then sat on his stomach, my back to him. I reached forward and quickly removed his shoes and socks, tossing them to join his shirt. I then pulled his jeans off. His shorts quickly followed.

Getting up off of him, I lifted him up so that I could get to his partner. I put the big one down on the foot of the bed and sat down on his chest. I quickly stripped the smaller guy; he didn't fight as much, having the two of us on top of him had knocked most of the wind out of him. His clothes soon joined the growing pile of male clothes on the floor. Cool! It hadn't even taken me a minute to get the both of them undressed. Completely undressed. It was the first time I've had a guy undressed in my presence, let alone two of them. Cool!

I got up off of the bed, waving a pair of boxers and a pair of briefs, one in each hand, like a cheerleader's pompoms. "Well, boys. It looks like I win." I smiled at them. They looked more than somewhat embarrassed as they tried to cover their nakedness with their hands. I also thought that I saw them beginning to get erect. It was the first time I had seen a man's cock, let alone two of them. At least without having to cheat and look through clothes or walls. I briefly thought about having a little more fun with them. But then, Laurie was due back any moment now. I couldn't let my boyfriend's sister see me with two naked guys. Especially not in her dorm room, of all places. That would be so totally uncool.

They tried to dive for the pile of discarded clothes. "Oh no you don't!" I got a hand on each of them and pushed them both back down onto the bed. I knelt between them, pinning the two of them down with a hand on each chest. As they continued to struggle, I slowly increased the pressure on their chests. Eventually, they stopped struggling as it took everything they had just to breathe. I leaned forward, my barely covered breasts just inches from their faces, as I smiled down at them.

"You got us beat. You can keep the shorts. Please give us back the rest of our clothes," the smaller one said, practically begging, his face slowly turning red.

"Yeah, give them back and we'll leave quietly," his partner added. His face was almost as red.

Getting up off of their still bodies, I leaped off of the bed and scooped up the pile of clothes. "Oh, no! Spoils of war, and all that, you know."

"Please, give them back. We'll do anything you say," the smaller one pleaded, sitting up and rubbing his chest. I could see that it was a bit red where I had been pressing down on him.

"Yeah, anything you say. Please," his partner chimed in. There was a red spot on his chest as well.

"Anything? Did you boys say 'anything'? Hmm..." They turned and looked at each other, looking a little worried. But judging from their erections, they must not have been too worried.

"You boys want 'em back, okay, here's what you're gonna do. First, you're never going on another panty raid again." Two male heads nodded their silent agreement. "Second." Two long strides and I was by the window. I thought that I spotted Laurie walking across the parking lot, coming back to the dorm. I had to get rid of these two guys, and quickly. Hmm, I got an idea as to how to get them out of this room quickly. "You're gonna have to go get 'em." I opened the window and held their clothes outside with one hand, keeping just the two pairs of shorts in my other hand.

They look stunned. "B-b-but…."

"No buts," I told them, as I dropped their clothes out the window. "Now go get 'em! It's three floors down so you better hurry, before you catch colds," I told them, waving my hand towards the door. They didn't move off of the bed.

"Can we at least have our shorts back? Please?"

"Oh no! We had a deal, if I get them off I get to keep them. And I'm keeping them. Now go on, get out of here! And don't ever come back!" As I took a couple of steps towards them they got up and ran for the door. I gave them a little help by gently shoving the two of them from behind; they went sprawling out into the corridor to fall flat on their faces on the carpeted floor. As I closed the door behind them, I heard a few whistles and catcalls from the other residents of the floor.

I quickly put my shirt and jeans back on and straightened up the room. I had barely gotten the two pairs of shorts stashed away in the bottom of my overnight bag as souvenirs of the evening and my first panty raid when the door opened and Laurie returned.

Laurie was walking back to her dorm building after seeing her brother settled down at her boyfriend's apartment. She thought about the young girl that she had left upstairs in her room. The beautiful young blonde girl. How had that nerd of a brother ever scored a fox like that? Julie had a figure that would rival that of any of the girls here on the CSU campus. She hated to admit it, but Julie had a better figure than she did. And the kid was four years younger.

Her brother had never shown much interest in girls before. Instead, he always seemed to have his face buried in the computer monitor. And not visiting the smut sites either; he was always writing programs to do something or another. Math stuff. Or else engineering stuff.

Sometimes Laurie had wondered whether George was truly her brother. But that was ridiculous, George just took after their father while Laurie herself took after their mother.

She remembered the first time she had met Julie; she had been her brother's steadiest study partner when he had started high school. She had just been a skinny girl, with almost no figure to speak of. But she had really blossomed in the last few years into a beautiful young woman. Laurie was mildly surprised to find herself being actually a little jealous of Julie. Or at least of Julie's figure.

Not that her own figure was that bad. Her curves were certainly in the right places. But in all honesty she could only consider her own figure to be average. The only way that she could consider Julie's figure to be average would be if Julie was mingling with the contestants at a beauty pageant. Or maybe at the Playboy Mansion. And perhaps not even then, the kid really had a bod. She had to have gotten it from her mother; she certainly hadn't gotten it from her Bronco stepfather. Julie's mother was quite a looker herself, her black hair contrasting with Julie's blonde.

But Julie acted like she didn't even know about her own figure. She didn't act like one of the 'beautiful people'. She wasn't stuck up, unlike many of the cheerleaders and other 'beautiful people' that she had met. She usually didn't even dress to show off her figure to its best advantage. She wasn't always chasing after the jocks. After all, that nerd of a kid brother was about the furthest thing from a jock. But then, Julie was a bit of a nerd herself. That was why she was George's study partner.

All in all, Julie would make a great future sister-in-law. But not just yet. Laurie knew that their father intended for George to join him in his software company, after college. And it just might take that long for Julie to tear George away from his computer.

Computers! What her father and her brother saw in them was beyond her.

She chased all thoughts of computers out of her mind as she walked across the parking lot. When she got to the front of the building she saw that a crowd had gathered around the door. A much bigger and louder crowd than was usual for a Friday night. The crowd seemed to be rather excited about something.

Seeing one of the girls from her floor, she called out to her. "Hi Suzanne! What's going on here? What happened?"

"Oh, hi Laurie. You just getting in?"

"Yeah. My little brother is visiting. What happened here?"

"Be glad that you weren't here ten minutes ago. We just had another panty raid here. One of the frats. They're trying to track down which one."

"Tonight? Just now?" While her kid brother's girlfriend had been alone up in her room? Seeing her friend's nod, Laurie immediately headed for the door.

Just as she was about to reach for the door handle, the door burst open and two guys came charging out. Guys? Here in her dorm? She was startled to see that they were both completely naked. Naked guys? Here in her dorm?

As she stepped back in shock, the two guys quickly went around the corner of the building and out of her sight. But not before the other girls had noticed them, sending catcalls and wolf whistles after them.

She went inside and headed for the stairs. "Oh Julie! What have they done to you?" she thought to herself as she raced up the stairs. "I'm supposed to be watching over you, and in one night we get panty raiders and streakers." Of course Laurie had no way of knowing that those two 'streakers' had been panty raiders until they had made the mistake of coming across Julie during their panty raid.

Opening the door to her room, she was surprised to see Julie lying on her bed, calmly reading something. "Julie! Are you okay?" She had expected to see the kid partially naked and in tears; Laurie knew how humiliating a panty raid could be. Fortunately, she'd only had to go through it once herself.

Julie looked up, as if nothing had happened. "Sure, Laurie. Why shouldn't I be? Did something happen?"

Oh, what a relief! Apparently the panty raiders had missed her room. Julie had been spared the humiliation of having guys undress her against her will.

"Julie! Are you okay?" she asked when she saw me lying on the bed, calmly reading my magazine.

"Sure, Laurie. Why shouldn't I be? Did something happen?"

"When I got back to the dorm, I heard that there was a panty raid in this dorm. I was afraid that they might have gotten to you here."

"No, nothing like that happened. A panty raid? Here? Darn, I always miss out on the fun. That would have been cool!" I laughed. She gave me a funny look before telling me of her one experience with a panty raid. Okay, so a panty raid might not be so cool for other girls. But then, I'm not quite exactly like other girls.

We spent much of the night talking about mutual acquaintances. Especially about one in particular; her little brother and my boyfriend. "I was beginning to wonder about George. He's always been such a geek, so interested in computers and stuff like that. I was beginning to wonder if he even knew girls existed."

"Oh he knew, all right. But he's kinda shy. I had to ask him out the first couple of times. And at first it was just ice cream after school and stuff like that."

"Yeah, that's him." After a pause, she continued. "I know I'm going to sound like your mother, and you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but have you two, um....?" she smiled shyly, looking more than a little embarrassed. Certainly more embarrassed than I was.

"No, you don't sound like my mom, and no, we haven't," I smiled back. After all, Mom wouldn't be embarrassed to ask me something like that. And she had. "I think that we're both waiting until we're a little older. And to make sure that we're the right people for each other. But I think that he's the right one for me."

"And I hope that you're the right one for him. I know that he's been a lot happier since he's been going with you. But he's just like our father, I don't think that you're ever going to get his mind completely off of computers."

"Oh, we'll see about that. I think that I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." And I didn't mean just my biceps. She joined my laughter.

As I went to sleep that night, I thought that it might be cool to try dorm life when I get to college. These panty raids sure seemed like a lot of fun. It could be cool to build a men's underwear collection, to build on the collection I've started tonight.

But should I even wait for the guys to come raiding? Maybe I could go raid the men's dorms and grab and snatch the underwear off of their bodies. Hmm, that could be cool. I'd have to think about that.

What would Steve say if I told him that I had raided the athletes' dorm and taken the underwear off of the entire football team?

"Mom, you once told me that the Velorians believe that we're descended from Terrans. How can that be? Are we what's left of Atlantis, or something like that?" We were sitting at the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate after a midnight training session downstairs in the gym.

"No, it's not quite like that. According to the Velorian legends, our ancestors didn't come from Earth, our ancestors were brought from Earth."

"Huh? I don't get it. What's the difference?"

"Our ancestors weren't some super-advanced group that found their way off of Earth and then evolved into Arions and Velorians. The 'Ancient Ones', the Velorian gods, if you will, took people from ancient Earth and genetically engineered them to create the Supremis. The Ancient Ones also seeded other planets with Terran stock, genetically engineering them to fit their new environments, but not as radically as on Velor and Daxxan. The planetary cores of Velor and Daxxan, as well as of Aria, are almost solid gold. That, combined with the heavier gravity and their red suns, keep us from being 'super' on our home worlds."

"What do the Arions believe?"

She refilled her mug with hot chocolate and took a long sip. "Well, officially, the Arions believe that they evolved on Aria, and that they are the ultimate in human evolution. Or at least that the Primes are the ultimate in evolution. Of course, that doesn't explain why you Velorians are so superior to the Primes physically. The Arions officially don't believe that the Ancient Ones created them from the Terrans." Mom seldom considers herself to be an Arion, it's usually 'the Arions' and 'them', not 'we Arions' and 'us'. Though it's always 'you Velorians', not 'we Velorians', Mom wouldn't go that far.

"What about unofficially?"

"The Velorians have what they call the 'First Directive.' It's not quite the same as the 'Prime Directive' they have on Star Trek, but it basically tells them to keep away from the affairs of Earth, or else the Ancient Ones may intervene."

"What? Intervene? The Ancient Ones are still around?"

"That's almost a religious question. Like all religions, it can't be proved or disproved. But the First Directive keeps Velor from putting a Protector on Earth. Or if there is one already here, she's keeping a very low profile."

That was a worrisome concept. "So I shouldn't be using my Velorian powers? Would the Ancient Ones do something to me? Would the Protector do something?"

"Well, if the Ancient Ones are as powerful as the Velorians believe, they certainly would know that you're not a Protector, and that you're not here by choice. Besides, a real Protector wouldn't have a Beta as her mom," she winked. "And while the Arions won't come out and admit that the Ancient Ones actually exist, they do fear them, in their own way. That's why the Arions haven't tried to take over the Earth. I'm pretty sure that I'm the only Arion here, and I'm here purely by accident. With a full-blooded Velorian as my companion and daughter. And if there is a Protector here, I don't think that you would have to worry too much about her. Though I might have to, but I don't think that she would bother with a mere Beta."

"I'll be here to protect you from the Protector, Mom." We both laughed over the concept of protecting someone from the Protector. However I hoped that it stayed an abstract concept. Mom had told me enough about Velorian Planetary Protectors to know that I didn't want one mad at me for any reason.

After refilling our mugs again, I asked her about her own beliefs. "So what do you believe, the Arion version or the Velorian version?"

"I really don't know what I believe. Of course I used to believe the official Arion version, because I didn't know of any other version. I never even heard of the unofficial version until after I had joined with the Velorians." She took a long sip. "All of these humanoid races scattered throughout the galaxy are too closely related genetically to be the results of independent evolution. But I don't know if I believe that this is the world where it all began. There surely has to be a home world somewhere, but why this one? It could be just about any of them. Except for Aria, Daxxan, and Velor, of course. I think we can safely rule out the Supremis as being the original race."

She went on to tell me more about the Velorian beliefs about the Ancient Ones. "They're not really gods, just a race with incredibly advanced technology. No one knows where they came from. Nor on which planet they found the first humans, though the Velorians do believe that it was Earth. Their biological technology goes beyond anything that Arions and Velorians have been able to achieve. They conducted genetic experiments on the humans that they had found. The motivations for the experiments aren't completely understood, but it's believed that one of their goals was the creation of super-powered lovers capable of withstanding the attentions of the Ancient Ones."

"What? Lovers? Didn't they have, uh, mates of their own?"

"No one knows, my little one, except for the Ancient Ones themselves. And they're not telling us. But for some reason, the Ancient Ones transported their 'creations' to Velor and Daxxan, where their gold cores and red suns inhibited our powers."

"So if I was on, say, Velor, I wouldn't be so strong?"

"That's right. You would be almost like a Terran here on Earth. You'd be able to lift a little more than your own weight. Here, you can do that, and so much more, with just your little finger."

"Wow, I'm glad I'm here, then. I like being so strong. It's SO cool!"

"I like it here too. Even if I'm a weakling compared to you, I'm still the second-strongest person on Earth. I don't want to go home either, and never mind the society. That's one of the reasons why the Velorians never allow their Protectors to go back home. Not that a Protector would ever want to go home. Even most of the soldiers who go off-world never go back home. After being so super, they would resent having their powers inhibited. Also, both Velorian and Arion societies are completely male-dominated. I don't know about you, but I like not having a man tell me what to do, unless I let him."

"Sure. And just how often do you let Steve tell you what to do?" I smiled at her.

"Well, Terran society is also male-dominated, though not to the same extent as Arion. But he knows how to get me to do what he wants, especially since it's what I want," she winked. "He is the head of the family, after all. And he does bring home the big paychecks."

"I knew it!" I couldn't resist it. I just had to tease her. "I knew it all along! You married him for his money, didn't you?" I snickered at her.

"I most certainly did not!" She looked pained, until she saw my wink. "Not that I mind his money. But sometimes I do wish that he would let me have a little more of it. But I, uh, we have enough to keep us happy. And then some."

"Yeah, but if you really wanted more of his money. Or if the two of you ever got into a real fight...."

"No, no. He would have to get me really mad before I'd use my strength. Really mad. So far, we haven't had any fights like that. We've had some disagreements and even some arguments, but we always managed to talk them out. I don't want to beat up Steve, I love him. But if he had done anything to hurt you, before your manifestation...."

"Oh, sure. Now, you're just going to abandon me and let me fend for myself, huh?" I smiled at her as I pushed up my sleeve and flexed an arm.

She laughed. "No, no. But you certainly don't need a Beta to protect you any more."

"But I still need YOU! You're my MOM!"

"I'm glad you do, young lady. And don't worry, my little one, I'm not planning on leaving you any time soon."

We hugged before cleaning up and going to bed.

As the summer started I was almost up to about my mother's strength, about two thousand Terrans. That's my real mother's strength, not Mom's strength. Even with the heavier of my gold necklaces I was stronger than Mom was. I usually had no trouble beating her at wrestling. She thought that my other powers were also fully mature. I could see through solid rock and steel. I could melt steel with my heat vision. In fact, we had to replace the mirrors in my bathroom; I had once used a little too much heat and had melted one of the mirrors almost completely to slag while drying my long hair. Fortunately, I had stopped before I set the house on fire.

Controlling my heat vision took some work. Fortunately, heat vision wasn't something that turned on by accident. I had to make an effort to use it. It sure wouldn't have been cool if I had burned a hole through the blackboard just copying down notes in class. Or set my desk on fire.

Because this was one of the powers that Mom didn't have, she couldn't give me any first-hand coaching. But she knew enough about Velorians and Velorian abilities to be able to help me. She was able to help me control and focus it. I could generate enough heat to melt steel. I could control it so that I could hold an egg in my hand and hard-boil it, without breaking the shell. Medium-boiled and soft-boiled, too. That was SO cool! Okay, it's heat vision so it's not cool, literally. But you know what I mean.

I could easily break the sound barrier flying, or even running. That was SO cool! But it also could be a little embarrassing. The first time I broke the sound barrier in flight, I came back completely naked; my clothes couldn't take either the force of the shock wave or the heat from the friction. That wasn't so cool.

It was at the beginning of the summer that I first ran into trouble with a schoolmate. Mom and Steve were out of town for the weekend. So was George and his family. I had taken the bus to Boulder to the Downtown Mall. Yeah, the bus was the slow way to get there, but I didn't want to have anybody see me land once I got to Boulder.

I was just walking around window-shopping when I heard somebody calling my name. Looking around, I saw some of my classmates queued up at an ice cream cart. I walked over and joined them and got myself a scoop of chocolate ice cream.

We just wandered about the Mall, looking into the stores and talking about the school year that we had just finished, and our plans for the next year. And of course we girls talked about the boys, while my sensitive hearing told me that the boys were talking about the girls.

Finally, the stores were closing. When one of the boys, without his girlfriend along, found out that I had taken the bus to Boulder, he offered to drive me home. I had never gone out with Raymond before, but he had been in my English class the previous year, so we weren't total strangers. He'd always been polite and courteous in and around school. I accepted his offer.

When we had gotten home, and he found out that Mom and Steve were out of town, he insisted on coming in with me. I thanked him for the ride, and tried to go in alone. He put an arm around my waist and tried to force himself in. When I started to resist, he tried to force my head back for a kiss.

"Raymond, no!" I told him.

"C'mon, Julie. You know that you want it."

"No, Raymond. I don't want it." I couldn't tell him that I was declining for his protection. Remembering what Mom had told me, about using Steve's muscles instead of mine, I told him, "I'll tell Steve."

"He's not here now, is he?" he answered, knowing full well the answer.

"C'mon, Raymond. Please let me go."

"Let me in, Julie," he insisted. "Just for a little bit."

"No! Raymond! Thank you for the ride, and good night." I tried to get out of his arms without using any of my Velorian strength. He pushed again, forcing me to take a couple of steps backwards, until my shoulder blades were pressing against the door.

Enough! That was it! I started to spread my arms apart. I could see the surprise in his eyes as I forced his arms apart, getting out of his embrace. I quickly got a hold of his right wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, being careful not to bend his arm up too far behind his back. I didn't want to break anything; I just wanted him to leave me alone.

Holding his arm behind his back, I walked him back to his car. With my free hand I opened the driver's door. "Thank you for the ride, Raymond, and good night." I gently pushed him into the driver's seat and closed the door.

Putting my hands on my hips, I stood there until he backed out of the driveway and drove off. I then walked back to the door and went on in.

I had trouble getting to sleep that night. I knew what Raymond had wanted. I had kind of wanted it too, to see what it was all about, but he wasn't the boy I wanted to do it with. And I was too afraid of hurting him with my female strength. I hoped that I hadn't hurt him when I forced him into his car. At least not anything besides his male ego.

When I still couldn't sleep, I went downstairs to the gym. Putting on my gold necklaces, I worked out with Steve's heaviest weights. I went through a strenuous workout with the weights that would have made the entire Broncos team envious if they could have seen me.

Afterwards I returned to my bed. There, I went through another kind of a workout, one that would have made the Broncos players even more envious if they could have seen me.

The next day Raymond phoned. He was very sweet and apologized for last night. He offered to make it up to me by taking me out to dinner that evening.

"That depends, Raymond. Are you going to want to come inside with me afterwards?"

"Oh no! I learned my lesson. Just dinner, then I'll take you straight home, and I'll go on home."

"You won't even take me to a movie after dinner?" I told him about the new movie that I wanted to see.

"Well, okay, if you're going to twist my arm," he laughed. "By the way, where did you learn that little trick? I thought that you were gonna break my arm."

"From Steve, my stepdad, who else? He's told me how jocks can be, sometimes. He told me that he wanted me to be able to take care of myself in case I ran into any guys who were like he was at my age. And I wouldn't wanna break your arm, Raymond. You're the best long-range shooter on the basketball team. We need you for the three-pointers."

Raymond was the perfect gentleman the entire evening; he didn't try anything. He didn't even try to put his arm around me at the movie. I tried to be the perfect lady. At least I didn't break his arm or anything like that. I also didn't try to rape him, either.

When he dropped me off, he walked me to the door. When he turned around to start walking back to his car, I grabbed his shoulder, spun him around, and gave him a quick good night kiss. But before he could get any other ideas I went inside and closed the door. Looking through the door, I saw him rub his lips once before walking back to the car and driving off into the night.

But that was the only time that I ever went out with him.

I sometimes worked out on the weights and the treadmill while wearing both of my gold necklaces. That brought me down almost to Steve's strength, but it also made me so lightheaded I had trouble staying on my feet. It was okay when I was on a weight machine just lifting, but it was tough wrestling. I really had to concentrate on what I was doing. After a few attempts Mom made me stop wrestling wearing both until I got a little more 'comfortable'. So I just worked on the weights.

Mom was away for the week on a case. I continued to work out on the weights wearing both necklaces and wrestling Steve wearing one or the other. It was really no contest. I was so much stronger that I could pretty much ignore what he was doing and pin him, despite his greater skill.

"Here, let me give you a chance," I offered, sitting down and putting the second gold necklace on.

He was a bit reluctant as I stood up. "Julie, remember what your mother told you."

"She said to wait until I got comfortable. See, I'm okay." I jogged around the mat once to show him.

He was still a bit reluctant but we began to wrestle. I concentrated on making my arms and legs work properly, and I eventually pinned him. I was a little slow releasing him; my hands wanted to linger on that broad muscular chest.

The second time my hands did more than merely linger. They wandered, caressing him. He began to struggle to get free. He was putting up more of a fight than those two panty-raiders had. From somewhere I got additional strength; I kept him pinned down. My mouth soon followed my hands; I was licking and caressing his muscular body. It felt so good to have a big strong man under me. This was SO cool! It was just like I'd always imagined that it would be like.

It had been so frustrating, having to hold back my strength, hiding it from George and all the other boys at school. But now here I was with the one man that knew about my Velorian muscles. And about my Velorian libido.

I didn't have to hold back nearly as much with him. Either with my muscles, with all that gold I knew that I couldn't hurt his enhanced body, or with my libido. And he was certainly worth it. Oh, what a body! I had my mouth and hands all over him.

He was really struggling now. I used my newfound strength to control him while I continued to ravish him. He tried to throw me off of him, bridging up with his strong legs. I threw one of my long legs across his big muscular legs, trapping them. What's wrong with this man? Didn't he find me desirable? I knew that I had one of the sexiest bodies on the planet, and my bikini didn't leave much for the imagination. And he tasted so good!

As one of my hands started to remove his shorts he renewed his struggles. He was shouting something at me. I really wasn't listening to his words, I just figured he was expressing his love for me. But he kept on struggling. What was his problem? Didn't he know how to please a Supremis woman? Of course he knew; he's had more experience pleasing a Supremis woman than any other man on this planet had. He's the only man on the planet with a Supremis wife.

A Supremis wife? A wife? Of course! Mom! I stopped and shook my head, trying to clear it. I looked down. Oh no! I was practically raping Steve, my stepfather. This was NOT cool! No, no. Definitely NOT cool!

I immediately got up off of him, almost falling back on my ass. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Steve. I don't know what came over me."

"It's got to be the gold."

"It must be." I quickly ran into the steam room, closing the door behind me. I took off both necklaces as sparks flew between my breasts. After about a minute, when the sparks had died down and my head had cleared, I went back into the gym. Steve was toweling himself off. He looked at me and started backing away.

I stopped in my tracks. "It's okay, I'm over it now. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, nothing permanent. But you did scare me a bit, Julie. I know how you superwomen get even stronger when you're aroused, I knew that I couldn't stop you from doing anything you wanted to do."

"I'm sorry. You won't tell Mom, will you? Please?"

"I think that you should tell her yourself. The two of you need to have a long talk about it, when she gets back. Promise me that you'll tell her what happened today. And what almost happened." He lowered his voice, into his father rôle. "Promise me, Julie."

"I will. I promise. And I'm sorry, Steve."

"I think that we better call it a day, Julie."

"Okay, Steve. And I'm sorry." I flew up to him, hovering off the floor so that our lips could meet. I gave him a kiss before flying on up the stairs. Not like I've been kissing his chest, but a much more restrained, daughter-to-father kiss.

What a major bummer! Not cool! Oh, what had I done! What had I been about to do! Definitely not cool! A man, and not just any man, but my stepdad! Mom's husband! And I had all but raped him. Not cool! Not cool at all.

Steve was shocked. Not at his daughter's ease in pinning him, he had experienced that often enough in the past two years, even with her wearing some gold. After all, his own wife was about forty times stronger than he was, and this blonde teenager was about forty times stronger than her, at least when she wasn't wearing this much gold.

No, the shock was at what she was doing to him. This was NOT wrestling. This was definitely NOT appropriate behavior between him and his daughter. As he felt her lips and tongue on his chest, he tried to bridge her off of him. She merely pressed him down harder, pinning his back to the mat again.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been enjoying his predicament. But the circumstances were definitely not normal right now. Normally he could enjoy being with a beautiful young woman like the one currently ravishing him. But normally teenage daughters did not do that to their fathers. And she was so young; they had just celebrated her seventeenth birthday earlier that year.

He shouted at her to stop. She completely ignored him. As he continued to struggle, she placed one of her long shapely legs across his; completely trapping both of his legs under one slender and very shapely limb.

He redoubled his efforts as he felt her trying to remove his shorts. He continued to shout at her.

Finally, she stopped and shook her head as if to clear it. She quickly got up off of him and apologized. But they both knew that things would never be quite the same between the two of them again. His little girl was definitely growing up. No, things definitely would not be the same between them any more after this day.

It was a long week waiting for Mom to come home. Steve continued to coach me with the weights, wearing one or the other of my gold necklaces. But never both at the same time.

We didn't wrestle at all. That was a mutual decision. Neither of us knew what I might do if we got into that situation again.

I tried to avoid all guys. Raymond called me a few times. We'd talk on the phone a bit, but I wouldn't go out with him. I didn't think that I would try to rape him, but I didn't want to take the chance. I could wear all of my gold jewelry but I would still be so much stronger than he was, he wouldn't stand a chance against me if I was to lose control and try to assault him.

It probably was a good thing that George was gone. Sure, I missed him, and wished that he was around. But if we had done any of our usual 'wrestling', I didn't know just how far I would go.

When Mom finally came home we had a long talk. A really long talk, three pots of hot chocolate worth. It was a little awkward at first; how do you tell a woman that you almost raped her husband? The fact that the woman was my Mom, and that the man was my stepfather, certainly didn't make it any easier.

Surprisingly, she was very understanding and sympathetic. "I should have expected something like this, with the gold unleashing your overactive Velorian libido."

"But Mom! How can you be so calm about it? It was Steve, for heaven's sake! And we were wrestling. It's not like we were trying to seduce each other. It's not like I was on a date with a boy and tried to rape him."

"I'm sure that THAT would have given him a surprise. A big one. And I'm sure a pleasant one," she winked at me.

How could she take it so calmly and casually? I had almost raped her husband. "Mom! But I could have hurt him. I mean, physically. I'm sure that he's shocked enough, emotionally."

"I think that I've given Steve some, uh, protection from physical harm. With that much gold on, I don't think that you could hurt his enhanced body unless you really tried to. And while he's not immune to your pheromones, he won't respond as strongly to anyone else's besides mine. That's not to say that he won't respond at all. But you're right, you could have hurt a normal Terran boy. No, not 'could.' You definitely would have hurt a normal Terran boy."

"Oh Mom! What can I do? I'm too strong for any man. Even with the gold I'm too strong, and if I lose control of myself like I almost did today...."

"Well, it is possible for a Velorian woman and a Terran man. But she is going to have to be very careful, be very gentle, with him. She has to learn how to let him please her. And how to please him."

"But I don't know how! How do I learn? I might run out of boys first," I winked at her.

"Well, there are other ways to learn," she winked back. "And I don't think that you're that slow a learner. I've got just the thing for your overactive Velorian libido. After all, I've got to do something to keep you away from my Steve," she laughed.

After cleaning up, she took my hand and led me upstairs. She began to teach me some of the other ways. Things she had learned from my mother. And things she had taught my mother.

While Steve may not respond strongly to my pheromones, Mom apparently responds as strongly to mine as she did to my mother's. She made it very clear to me just how much I resembled my mother. She also made me discover just what tastes and appetites I had inherited from my mother. And she began to teach me just what it means to be a Supremis woman.

That night she began to teach me just what one Supremis woman can do for another Supremis woman.

This was SO cool!