Chapter 20

Just where had Karen gotten herself off to?

Carlos had been delighted when the girl, Sirren, agreed to move into his apartment with him after that first evening. Of course, moving in wasn't a very big process for her. All she had were the clothes on her back. And there wasn't much of that, besides the borrowed sweats she just had her unusual red and black bikini. No makeup case, not even a purse. What kind of girl didn't even have a purse with her?

The next day, after arising late, he took her shopping for clothes, using some of the money that she had 'withdrawn' from the ATM. That was an unusual experience for him, the last time he had been involved in shopping for women's clothes had been as a child when his mother would bring him along on her shopping trips.

Fortunately for him, Sirren didn't seem to be a choosy shopper. And she seemed to disdain undergarments. He knew first-hand that she didn't need bras. Yes, his hands certainly knew that she didn't need bras for her firm breasts.

And when they got back home after spending the entire day at the mall, she certainly knew how to show her appreciation. In fact receiving her appreciation was far more demanding of him than the entire day of shopping had been. Far more. And it took most of the night. He was sure that it could have taken even longer, had he been able to keep up with her.

He knew that this girl was connected in some way to that recent incident just up the river, the incident that the media was calling the "Battle of the Rio Grande". He knew that this girl wasn't the one that the media was calling 'Supergirl' after the comic book character, that one had been a blonde. And he didn't think that Sirren could actually fly. But there had been another young woman on the ground, dressed in something similar to Sirren's unusual bikini, but with a red cape around her shoulders. No one knew who the two women were, or what they had been fighting over.

When he asked her about the "Battle of the Rio Grande" she claimed ignorance. But she seemed fascinated by the event, avidly watching all of the TV news clips about it. Even though it had been nearly a week ago, the TV news was still filled with it. At least it was clear to him that she wasn't the one on the ground, the face and hair were different.

She also read all of the newspaper accounts and editorials about it, even asking him whether he had any of the older newspapers left, ones more timely than what he had on hand. He ended up taking her to the public library downtown so that she could read the papers for the last week.

The library! Now here was someplace he hadn't been to in years. He'd only been here once, as a matter of fact. His class had taken a field trip here back in grade school. He'd always tried to avoid libraries. He'd always preferred to spend his time pumping iron in the gym instead of hitting the books in a library.

He helped her ask the librarian for the previous week's worth of the local papers. Carrying them over to a corner table she sat down and began to read.

And read she did. He couldn't believe how fast she was reading. He couldn't remember having seen any of the nerds in school ever reading that fast! All those muscles, a fantastic bod, and a brain too? What a girl!

As he glanced through the papers that she had finished with, he noticed an article about an ATM machine not too far from his father's gym that had been ripped open. The authorities believed that it had been ripped open by a powerful truck. He was glad to see that no one connected it with the "Battle of the Rio Grande" and the supergirls.

Sirren was glad that her language training had included reading. With the hypno-teaching she could read and understand the script almost as easily as she could read her native Arion. She sat down and after arranging the newspapers in chronological order she began to read.

What Sirren read about what the Terrans called the "Battle of the Rio Grande" dismayed her. They described the downing of the drop shuttle that she had been riding in. They described the battle on the ground between the blonde woman who had downed the drop shuttle and a black-haired woman. Even though the Terrans appeared ignorant about it, she recognized her fellow passenger on the drop shuttle. The blonde obviously was the Velorian Planetary Protector, though the media tended to call her 'Supergirl' after a character in one of their comic books.

There was no mention of any other survivors. That wasn't too surprising, the rest of the passengers, and the crew, were all mere Betas. She really hadn't expected any of them to have survived the crash. There was no mention of her in any of the accounts, apparently they all thought that she had just been a piece of the debris from the drop shuttle. Or perhaps no one had even seen her fall.

But that wasn't what really dismayed her.

There were accounts of the battle on the ground. Apparently 'Supergirl', with a little assistance from the Terran military, had taken out the groundside base. Sirren knew that there were other Warriors Prime stationed there. There were accounts of another drop shuttle evacuating the survivors. A Warrior Prime would not have abandoned the base without a fight. Had that 'Supergirl', the Velorian Planetary Protector, taken them all out? One Velorian against several Warriors Prime?

Then she saw the account about the two men who had fought 'Supergirl' on the ground. She had flown off with the two of them. But she had returned and they had not. Had that 'Supergirl', the Velorian Planetary Protector, somehow taken them both out? One Velorian against two Warriors Prime?

Stars! Had they given her up for dead and abandoned her? Was she now stranded down here on the planet?

No! There were other groundside bases, other groundside operations. But how was she to get in contact with any of them? Anything that she did to attract the attention of the Arions would also certainly attract the attention of the Velorian Planetary Protector. And the Protector, that 'Supergirl', had apparently taken out three other Warriors Prime during that battle, including that veteran lieutenant who had been on the drop shuttle with her.

No, Sirren preferred not to meet the Protector. Not if she could avoid it. Especially a Protector who could take on and defeat two Warriors Prime together.

She was glad that the Terran male, Carlos, had offered to let her live with him. It gave her a place to live, away from the prying eyes of the Terran media and hence away from the notice of the Protector. She could use him as her entry into the Terran society.

The gym where he worked, and his living quarters not too far away, could provide her with at least a temporary base of operations. It would help her avoid any unnecessary attention. Especially the unwanted attention of the Velorian Planetary Protector.

If only Carlos would stop trying to urge her to show herself off more. The last thing she wanted to do was to call unnecessary attention to herself. Especially the unwanted attention of the Velorian Planetary Protector.

Carlos had tried to get Sirren to enter a local bodybuilding contest for women. No women from his gym had ever even placed well in a bodybuilding contest before. He knew that Sirren would not only place well, she should be able to win it easily. What a boost that would be for the gym and its business, to have a champion woman bodybuilder.

Even though it was just a local contest, it would be a step towards bigger and better things. With what she had shown him so far, and continued to show him, she should have no trouble winning the state championship. And probably the national, as well.

This girl was really built! Muscle expansion like he had never seen before, muscles that rippled under her smooth skin with every movement of her graceful body. Not an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her body.

Well, maybe a little excess fat on her chest, on top of her pecs. But that had never counted against women bodybuilders. It certainly didn't count against her in his book.

But she seemed to have no interest in competing. Not against other women, and not even against other men. Instead, she seemed to avoid showing off in front of the other customers, always wearing baggy sweats.

Of course, she seemed to have no inhibitions against showing off for him. Quite often, after he had closed up the gym for the night, she would remove her sweats. Wearing that unusual bikini, or sometimes nothing at all she would show off her incredible body before heading for the sauna.

He had tried to join her in there once. She had smiled as he entered. But he had found that he couldn't stay in there with her. It wasn't that she had thrown him out, which he knew that she could easily have done. No, it was just too hot in there. She had the heat turned up all the way.

His last sight as he had hurried out of there was of her sexy body, stretched out fully on the hot redwood bench. The hot redwood bench that he was sure would have left marks on his skin if he had touched it for more than two seconds.

Just where had Karen gotten herself off to?

It had been over a week since that battle with the arms smugglers down in Arizona and she still hadn't reported in. She'd never been gone this long without having at least checked in to let us know where she was. And to make sure that we didn't need her.

We had briefly considered the possibility that she had somehow rejoined the Arions. That was a scary thought. She knew exactly where we were based, and she knew who we were.

But if she was an Arion spy, she had plenty of opportunities to pass the information on to them without leaving us. After all, she was in charge of the Arion communications equipment that we had recovered. None of the other people fully understood all of the equipment. It would have been a simple matter for her to pass the information on, without our being aware of it.

We were all agreed that her defection from the Arion Empire was genuine. We were also all beginning to worry about her.

And we did need her expertise with the Arion computers as well as with the energy packs for the laser rifles.

And Karen was also doing a little flirting with Danny, the kid who lived next door to Mom and Steve. He had graduated from high school and was going to CU in Boulder while still living at home with his parents. The kid had a crush on me the whole time, at least until I went and got married, though I never did anything to encourage him. Now he was starting all over again with Karen. And Karen was encouraging him some. Though she never did take him to her bed.

There was one bright side to her absence, however. Actually, two bright sides. The first was Mike. The second was Rob. With Karen gone, I had them both completely to myself, without any worries about competition from her.

They had started working for us about a month after their initial interview. I had made it clear to Karen that if she was going to keep them in the lab late, then they had better be working in the lab. 'Work' work, not the other kind. Besides, she had other guys in her department, guys that I never touched. But I knew that Karen was interested in these guys, if only to find out what I saw in them.

Of course we had to let the guys in on our little 'secret'. They now knew that I wasn't even of the same race as Mom and Karen. They had seen some of our 'show-off' sessions in the gym, and also had seen me show off afterwards.

They knew that I was happily married. But they also knew that marriage didn't keep me from taking advantage of the two of them. They got along well with my darling husband, continually giving him flack for being a software type. And George would give them flack about being hardware types. But none of them ever gave me any flack. I wouldn't let them, a flex of an arm was always enough.

They shared a condo not too far from the lab, within easy walking distance. Even within easy walking distance for them, that is. That was very convenient, having the two of them together in the same place. And with George gone so often with his dad on business, the guys' condo almost became a second home for me. They didn't seem to mind that I hung out so much at their place. Rob turned out to be a great cook, though Mike was hopeless in the kitchen, he was the type who could burn water.

Oh, I still left them with enough energy to do their jobs. After all, figuring out how to recharge those energy packs for the Arion laser rifles was still a high priority task. And I knew that Karen also had them working on designing and setting up a secure communications system, using the knowledge we had acquired from the captured Arion equipment. In Karen's absence they pretty much ran the Arion electronics and communications section.

Linda was feeling a little lonely. She had been feeling lonely all week. A lot of people were gone this particular week. Joan and Steve were off in Washington, DC, meeting with some politicians. Julie and Mark were off somewhere back east, investigating a possible Arion sighting. Karen still was not back from that arms smuggling case in Arizona.

People were beginning to worry a bit about Karen. Linda knew that Karen could take care of herself. After Julie she was the most capable person on the planet, at least physically. There probably wasn't a jail or holding cell that could possibly hold her. Nobody was going to kidnap her and hold her against her will.

But then, Karen hadn't been on Earth all that long. She might have gotten into some kind of legal trouble, afraid to use her strength to get herself out. But then she surely would have called and asked for help.

Or had the Arions somehow captured her? Karen could hold her own against Betas, but she wouldn't be able to defend herself against Primes.

But knowing Karen, most of the people just assumed that she had met some interesting guys and shacked up with them for a while. She often did exactly that, calling it "great fun".

Linda had been working late tonight, but she wasn't quite ready to go home for the night yet. She decided to go over to the gym and get a workout in. After normal hours, she probably would have the place to herself so she could really work out with the heavy weights. Not too many people knew about her enhancement yet. The three Supremis women knew about her. Mark certainly knew about her now. And her chief assistant. That was about it.

As she had surmised, the gym was empty. She started off with the heaviest of the 'normal' weights, the weights that the biggest and strongest of the men used. Realizing that they weren't testing her strength much more than shuffling papers would test an ordinary person's strength, she moved on to the 'heavy' weights. She couldn't use the weights that would tax Joan and Karen, but the lighter of those weights did give her enough of a test.

She spent about an hour working out with the weights that a dozen men would have trouble lifting. She was still amazed at how strong she had gotten, and at how large her muscles became when she exerted herself. Not nearly as large as the muscles on the two Arions, but her muscles were definitely impressive enough to allow her to place high in any bodybuilding competition. As long as no Arions entered.

Both Julie and Joan had been helping her quite a bit in getting accustomed to her new body and to her new strength. Julie had gone through a similar process herself, though on a completely different scale. And Joan had been Julie's "strength coach" throughout the process. As if Julie's star-born strength was something that could be coached.

It felt so good to use her new strength like this. She also felt something else. Even before her enhancement a good workout had always gotten her aroused. But now! Sometimes she felt as if her libido had been enhanced even more than her strength had. Sadly, with Mark out of town, she realized that she would have a long and lonely night ahead of her. With that thought, she grabbed a quick shower, dried off, and dressed.

She was on her way to back to her office when she heard some voices. She realized that they were coming from one of the electronics labs. Karen's territory. With Karen gone, she was surprised that any of her people would be working this late. She was about to stick her head into the lab to see who it was when the door opened and two young men came out.

Linda immediately recognized them as Mike and Rob, Karen's new engineers. Since she was a department head, they immediately recognized her as well.

"What're you boys doing here so late?" she asked them. "With Karen gone, I would have thought that the two of you would be out on the town, chasing girls or something, instead of being here so late."

"We really don't have anything better to do," Rob answered. "We thought that we might as well keep working on those Arion energy packs."

Linda remembered that they were working on trying to recharge the energy packs for the Arion laser rifles. She had been asked to help out, using her knowledge of chemistry to help analyze the energy packs. And to use her strength, she was one of only four people here who could actually lift one of the rifles with one hand. Though of course these two men hadn't seen her doing it.

"Besides, Karen's not the only one who's out of town," Mike's words interrupted her thoughts. "Julie's gone, too. We don't get to chase girls very often. She's usually chasing us." His grin was quickly shared by Rob.

Linda also remembered that Julie had practically burned her brand on these two young and handsome men. When Julie had been teaching her how to control her strength she had mentioned that these two had been involved in Julie's own training. Very intimately involved.

But she also knew that Julie wasn't the first. Somebody had to teach them how to please a Supremis woman. And according to Julie, Joan had done a very admirable job of teaching them.

Linda realized that she might not have to spend a lonely night. A long night, hopefully, but not necessarily a lonely night. The men probably weren't looking forward to a lonely night either. After all, they would know that Julie was working with Mark. And 'working' with him. And Linda's 'office romance' with Mark, unlike her recent enhancement, wasn't exactly a secret. In fact the entire office had helped to celebrate their engagement.

"Well, boys. With Julie and Mark out of town, it looks like it's just you and me." She smiled as she walked closer to them. Getting an arm around each of their waists she lifted them up. "All right, boys. Your place or mine?" she asked them.

"Y-y-you?" the one in her left arm, Mike, sputtered out.

"B-b-but?" the one in her right arm, Rob, sputtered out.

"Yes, me," she smiled up at them. "And I asked you a question. Your place or mine?"

"But, but, you're engaged," Rob continued.

She lifted them up a little higher. "And Julie's married. Has that ever stopped you?"

"Um, no," Rob admitted.

"So what's the problem? You only do it with married women, and not engaged ones?"

"Um, no," Rob finally surrendered.

Mike had already surrendered; his hands were already fondling one of her breasts, squeezing the nipple through her tee shirt. "We have a condo less than a mile from here, within walking distance," he volunteered.

"Great! Should I drive us, or should I just carry you boys there?" She hefted them. They felt as if they weighed nothing. She had carried purses that had felt heavier.

"Ah, could you drive?" Rob answered.

"What's the matter, hasn't Julie ever carried you home?"

"I'd just feel safer with your hands on the steering wheel, instead of on us."

"Is that it? I'd just make up for it once we get there." But she put them down anyway. "Okay, let me go get my purse. I'll meet you at the front door." She turned away. Then she looked back over her shoulder. "Don't you boys even think about running away," she smiled at them, wagging her finger. She jogged back to her office and got her purse. She then jogged back to the front door, catching up to them just as they got to the front lobby.

They walked out to the parking lot. Hers was one of the few cars still left in the lot. They got in, and following their directions they quickly reached the condo. She resisted the urge to carry them up the stairs; instead she walked up holding a hand in each of hers. Rob unlocked the condo door for them.

As soon as the door had closed behind them, she wrapped her arms around their waists again and headed for the nearest bedroom. As she laid them down on the bed she realized that she had never done it with two men at the same time. Well, there was no time like now to see how well Julie had taught the two boys.

Fortunately the two boys didn't need much prompting. They were very experienced at working as a team, at bringing pleasure to a Supremis woman. Or to an enhanced woman. And they quickly showed her that they weren't boys. No, they were men.

Despite the fact that there were two young men, each of whom was taller and bigger than she was, Linda remembered to be gentle with them. At least as gentle as she always had been with Mark.

But she also knew that like Mark, these two men weren't holding anything back as they went after her with all of their strength.

We hadn't run across any Arions lately. Apparently the loss of their base in Texas had put a serious crimp in their style. And between that and the battle in space, I was sure that they now knew that there was a Velorian on the planet. They wouldn't know, and they wouldn't care, that I was not really a Planetary Protector. To the Arion military, all Velorians were enemies.

I hoped that they weren't calling up reinforcements so that they could just destroy the whole planet, like in the movie Independence Day. A fleet of city destroyers would be much more than I could possibly hope to handle.

Mark and I were working together again. It had been a while since we had been together on the same case. We had heard some strange stories coming out of Atlanta, Georgia. Mark took a commercial flight down there while I took the quick way there. I had the rental car all ready for him as I met him at the gate. After checking in with the local authorities we checked into our hotel.

We had a brief strategy session. I kept it brief, ending it by putting my little finger in the middle of his chest and starting to push him down to the floor. I was taking it slow, watching for his reactions. This was the first time that I'd done this to him since he and Linda had gotten engaged. But he didn't seem to mind at all, his grin lighting up his face and his eyes twinkling up a storm.

Encouraged by that, I pushed him all the way down, pinning him to the floor on his back with just my little finger in the middle of his broad chest. He got into the game immediately, squirming and struggling to get free, but of course both of his hands were unable to budge my little finger even one inch.

Holding him to the floor, I quickly stripped his clothes off of him, rolling him over onto his stomach in the process. I then wrapped my left arm around him, pinning his arms to his sides. I picked him up and carried him to the bed, putting him down on his stomach. I sat down on his back while I removed my own clothes, as he continued to struggle to get free.

I then got up off of him, kneeling on the bed with my knees on either side of him. Getting my hands on his waist, I rolled him over onto his back, facing me. Now, with a hand on his ass and the other behind his head, I lifted him up, bringing his mouth up to my breasts.

Oh yes! Mark certainly hadn't forgotten what to do when my breasts were in reach of his mouth. Soon he had me ready for more. I moved him up a little more, until we were properly aligned. I lifted him up into me, keeping my inner muscles relaxed enough for his Terran manhood to enter. I nuzzled his neck and he nibbled my ear as I began stroking myself with him.

A couple of days of investigating revealed that while it was outside trouble, it was still outside Terran trouble. One of the Colombian drug operations was trying to take a more hands-on control of the distribution system in the Atlanta area. There didn't seem to be any Arion involvement in this at all.

In a couple of days Mark and I had completely smashed not only the new distribution network, but the old one as well. Well, actually, I did most of the smashing, Mark was there to keep me from getting bored.

And that he certainly did. I was never bored while in our hotel room with him. Unlike during some of the fights that I got into with various members of the drug business. There was that one guy who came after me with his bare fists.

He was a big guy, at least five inches taller than I was, and at least twice my weight. He seemed to be in pretty good shape, except for his teeth. I supposed that he had been a boxer before becoming hired muscle. I had taken care of the other guy, one punch knocking him out, when he decided to try to take me out the same way.

As I stood there with my hands on my hips he smashed his fist into my cheek. I turned my head with the blow just enough to keep him from breaking any bones. The bones in his hand, not the bones in my face. His other fist hit me in the chin. Again I rolled with the punch.

I could tell from the way that he was holding his hands that they stung. But despite that he gritted his teeth and swung at my face again. I caught his fist in my hand, slowing it down gently so as not to hurt him any more. I lowered his hand to his side as his mouth opened wide in astonishment.

Since he was the only one remaining, I decided to have a little fun with him. "Here, don't hurt yourself. Try hitting something softer," I suggested. I opened up my blouse and thrust my bare chest out at him. "Go ahead. Right here," I told him, cupping my breasts in my hands.

Naturally, being a man, he couldn't refuse. He pounded away on my breasts as I let go of them, dropping my hands back down to my hips. My large breasts bounced with each impact of his large fists. As he got into his rhythm I began to swing my chest, keeping time with his pace, meeting his fists with my breasts.

I could see that he was beginning to tire. His breath was coming in short gasps, and sweat covered his face and his arms. Finally he stopped, dropping his hands to his sides as he just stared at my flawless breasts in amazement, not even finding a red spot after all of his pounding.

"Oh, what's the matter? Aren't you man enough to handle a woman's breasts?" I brought my right hand up to my right breast and flicked my nipple with my finger, causing my breast to bounce much more than his pounding had done. My finger flicked out again, catching him under his chin, lifting him off of his feet. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

That hadn't been a completely boring fight, it had almost gotten me aroused. But Mark was the full beneficiary of that fight, as we started by having him pound my breasts. But not for too long, I didn't want to tire him out. At least not in that way.

Karen finally came back to us. Actually, I had to go get her and bring her back. All the way to Detroit, Michigan. How the hell had she gotten there? Half the way across the country after that last case down in Arizona?

We had received a strange phone call from the police in a Detroit suburb. I changed into my flight clothes, packed some of Karen's clothes along with some of mine, and flew out. Half an hour after the call I was approaching the police station, looking for a suitable place to land and change clothes.

Phil and his partner were cruising in their patrol car when they received a call to check out reports of a disturbance in a downtown alley. When they got to the scene, they found three men lying down at the mouth of the alley.

The smell of alcohol was everywhere. But something didn't look right. The drunks weren't lying as if they had simply passed out from the booze. It had looked as if they had been in a fight. A fight that they obviously hadn't won.

Investigating further, they discovered a form, apparently human, huddled in the back of the alley. When his partner approached, it jumped out at him, revealing itself to be a naked young woman. She threw him down to the ground, beginning to rip his uniform off of him. He rushed over to help his partner. The woman grabbed him and with incredible strength pushed him down to the ground.

He couldn't believe what was happening. This woman, hardly more than a girl, had two men down on the ground and was undressing them. From the look in her eyes he could see what she wanted. But how was that possible? A girl raping two men?

As her hand closed around his badge, she stopped. She blinked a few times before apparently recognizing the uniform. She then stood up and surrendered, putting up no resistance as he first handcuffed her, then wrapped a blanket around her. He put her in the back seat of the patrol car before going to check on his partner.

His partner was just coming to. His uniform was torn, but he was unhurt. Other than for his dignity and pride, that is.

The drunks were revived without any problems. They hadn't been robbed, though their story was not very coherent. Something about being attacked by a naked young woman. Phil called for the drunks to be picked up and taken to the station to sober up.

The woman claimed to have no clothes with her. She denied having been raped, or even assaulted, by the three men. Or by any other men. But she wouldn't say who she was, or where she had come from. Phil and his partner decided to take her in, as well.

Once at the station, she still refused to identify herself or otherwise explain her presence in the alley. She also still continued to deny having been attacked, sexually or otherwise.

After landing in a deserted alley I changed from my flight clothes into something a little more suitable. An Arion officer's uniform wasn't something I wanted to wear into the police station, even if the police wouldn't have recognized it for what it was. After all, it wouldn't do to get myself arrested for indecent exposure. Not when I was here to bail someone else out for indecent exposure.

And for other things. The Captain told me that she had nearly raped the two police officers that had found her. And she had tried to rape another one after she was brought to the station.

Karen was in a cell by herself. With an armed guard standing by. They didn't want to let anybody see her, let alone go into the cell with her.

"But she's dangerous. She's already put two of our men in the hospital."

"She knows me. She won't hurt me." I couldn't explain to them that a half Prime that could have effortlessly killed, not just injured, a lot more than two policemen couldn't actually hurt a Velorian. I had to show my ID, along with more than a few smiles, before they would let me go in to see her.

Karen was a real mess. And not just her hair. She was dressed in the prison uniform, sitting on her bunk with her arms around her knees. She was mumbling something to herself, it sounded like "keep control".

"Karen! What happened? Where were you?" I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Julie?" She looked up at me. "Julie! It is you!" She sprang up at me and hugged me. It I had any doubts, that hug told me that it wasn't somebody who just looked like Karen. She hugged me hard. Much harder than she had ever hugged me before. "Oh, Julie! Is everything okay? I was so afraid for you."

"For me? You're the one who's been gone."

"Oh, Julie! I'm so glad to see you. It's been so long, I thought that I'd never see you again. I thought that they might have gotten you."

Huh? What was with her? Who's the blonde here, her or me? She'd only been gone for two weeks. Who might have gotten me? The only Arion I had seen the whole time was Mom.

I patted her on her back and hugged her back. I held her as she sobbed against my shoulder for a minute or two. Finally she stopped. I pushed her away so that I could look into her tear-filled eyes.

"Let's get you out of here. Then you can tell me all about where you've been," I told her. And whom you've been with, I almost added.

"Please bring me home," she pleaded, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Her whole body was trembling.

"Of course. Just let me take care of the paperwork." Leaving her under the watchful eyes of the police matron and the guard, I went into the Captain's office to arrange for Karen's release.

It took some persuasion, and a couple of phone calls, but I finally got them to drop all charges against Karen and to release her into my custody.

She changed into the clothes that I had brought for her. She wouldn't let go of my hand as we walked out of the police station.

As we turned the corner and approached an alley she all but attacked me, trying to force me into the alley. I saw the look in her eyes and I knew what she wanted, what she needed.

"Not here," I told her, holding her as she tried to tear my clothes off. I picked her up in my arms and leapt up into the sky. As I was flying across the river I saw a small wooded island below us. It was ideal, completely deserted, no signs of human habitation. I quickly dropped down and landed, setting Karen down on her feet.

She was almost like an animal as she came after me, tearing both of our clothes off. By morning I was quite exhausted.

But at least Karen seemed to be back to normal. Whatever 'normal' means for her, that is. But she babbled something about some 'Kintzi', whatever that meant.

We agreed that we should get her home as quickly as possible. I had noticed during the night that her body seemed to be quite a bit harder than I had remembered. And she had been quite a bit more forceful during our lovemaking, using much more strength than she had ever shown before.

We decided to try flying home. Wrapping her in my cape and picking her up in my arms I leaped up into the sky. I headed out across Lake Michigan, heading in the general direction of Chicago. I knew that if she couldn't take the speed we could just catch a commercial flight from there. After getting dressed, of course.

I kept watching her face for any signs of strain as I accelerated. She showed no signs of discomfort until I approached the Mach. I throttled back a bit, and she seemed perfectly comfortable as I flew across the lake at about five hundred miles per hour. I've never been able to carry anybody this fast or this high before, except for those Primes that I've tossed out into space. Since we were going almost as fast a commercial jet airliner I decided to keep going the rest of the way home.

As I headed towards the overcast I climbed higher to get above the worst of the thunderstorms that covered most of the Midwest. Karen didn't seem to have any trouble breathing the rarified air, even at our speed.

Oh no, Karen definitely didn't seem uncomfortable. In fact, as I skimmed just over the clouds, she started distracting me a bit, stroking and fondling my breasts through my Arion uniform. I tried to keep my mind on the flying, but that was a bit difficult with a beautiful young Prime fondling my breasts.

Then she did something that no one else had ever been able to do. She slid the fabric aside and freed my left breast. She brought her face up to it and began to suckle.

That did it! I couldn't concentrate on flying with her doing that. I slowed down until we were floating just above the clouds, in the brilliant sunlight. I held her with an arm around her waist as she freed my other breast. I unwrapped her from my cape, tucking the cape into the special heat-resistant bag on my back. The rest of my uniform quickly followed.

We floated above the clouds making love for over two hours, pausing briefly to watch the sunset turn the clouds red. I only dropped her once, and that was on purpose. I pretended not to notice until she dropped into the clouds, her screams barely audible in the thin air. I then swooped down to catch her. I knew that I was going to catch hell from her for that stunt, once we were back down on the ground and she could chew me out.

I took her straight home, landing on the balcony outside of my old room. As I expected, she started chewing me out as soon as we were inside.

"Julie! Don't you ever drop me like that again!"

"But I was, uh, distracted a little." I took our clothes out of my bag and began putting mine on, throwing hers at her.

"But you have to hold on to me. You know that I can't fly on my own."

"But you started it!" I grinned at her. "You're the one that distracted me!"

The noise brought Mom and Steve running up to the room. After a round of hugs and kisses, we retired to the living room. Over some hot chocolate and orange juice Karen told us her story. It was nearly dawn before she was finished.

It was a little hard to believe. She had only been gone about two weeks, but she claimed that it was at least half a year. And the part about the Roman soldiers! The part about the two guys, Erik and Siegfried, we could believe.

Mom suddenly sat up straighter when Karen got to the part about something called the 'Kintzi'. Mom and Karen explained to me that the Kintzi were a genetic cross between Arion Primes and Terran Bengal tigers. A bipedal tiger with the strength and intelligence of a Prime and the instincts of the tiger.

"They got a raw deal. Sounds like they would have been better off with the brains of the tiger," I said, trying to be funny. But the looks I got from the two Arions told me that this was no laughing matter. They explained that a Kintzi warrior was more than a handful for an Arion Warrior Prime.

Mom was definitely impressed with Karen, having come through a battle with the Kintzi alive, with or without any help from the old enhanced wolf. And with what they had told me about the Kintzi, my respect for my little cousin went up another couple of notches.

In the morning though, we had some more facts to collaborate her story. We had Linda give her a complete physical. She seemed to be in perfect health. Actually, even better than the perfect health she had shown before that case down in Arizona.

Linda had been tracking the growth of Karen's strength for months. When Linda measured it this morning, Karen was considerably stronger than she had been the last time she had been measured. It didn't take Linda very long to plot the results. The growth was much more than we would have expected in two weeks. Or even two months. According to Linda's numbers and charts, eight months would be just about right.

So maybe she had gone through eight months while we had only gone through two weeks. If she had actually been in Europe back in Roman times, then anything was possible. When we asked our physicists, without giving them any specifics, they told us that yes, if one accepted the premise of time travel, then one could throw out any relationships between subjective and objective time, at least as far as the time traveler was concerned. You could leave in the morning, spend a year elsewhen, and come back in the afternoon.

We also discovered something else about Karen. She had been exposed to a large quantity of Orgone recently. That seemed to account for some of Karen's recent behavior. If anything can explain Karen's behavior at any time.

Mom explained about the Orgone. "The arousal is the usual effect of the Orgone. It's usually incapacitating, all but crippling; the victim is so aroused that she can't even stay on her feet. If someone won't do it to her, she's going to do it herself, regardless of whatever is going on around her. People can be dying around her, a building can be falling down on her, she doesn't care about that."

"That's exactly what I felt. I didn't care where I was; I didn't care who I was doing it with. I just wanted it."

But what about the Kintzi? Had the Kintzi really been here on Earth? Were they still here somewhere?

Mark and I were following up our leads, and our investigations had now led us to Louisville, Kentucky.

We weren't sure exactly what the Arions were up to, if that was indeed who was behind this. But the gold depository at nearby Fort Knox was a concern. A big concern. We knew that the Arions didn't need the gold, they had plenty of that where they came from. And they certainly didn't need that much gold to put me out of action. But they could really screw up the world's economy if they could somehow destroy the gold stored there. Just like in the old James Bond movie "Goldfinger" with Sean Connery.

We split up for the day, following up our leads. That turned out to be a big mistake. I never should have let Mark go by himself. I got real worried when he didn't return.

Mark was lying there by himself, regretting his decision to go off on his own, hoping that Julie would find him soon. He never should have talked Julie out of coming with him, she could have guarded him. Suddenly the door opened. He sat up and turned around. With disappointment, he realized that it was not Julie. It was another of the damned Arions, wearing the green uniform that he had come to associate with the Betas.

This one was a woman, however. All of his meals had thus far been brought in by men, while another armed guard stood by. This woman wasn't carrying any food. Nor was she carrying any weapons. At least none that he could see.

Not that one of them needed any weapons. He knew that despite her appearance, that of a young and attractive woman, she was about five times stronger than he was, and a lot quicker as well. He knew that if she had even a rudimentary knowledge of the martial arts then he wouldn't stand a chance against her in a fight.

She closed the door behind her and stood there with her hands on her hips, smiling down at him. The smile made him worry.

"Take off your clothes, Terran," she said. That really made him worry. As he continued to sit motionless, she repeated her command. When he still refused to comply, she walked over to him. Bending down, she began stripping him. He struggled, but quickly found that his struggles were making very little difference. In a few moments he was completely naked and lying on his back.

She then straightened back up and quickly removed her uniform. It didn't take him very long to realize what she wanted from him. Before he could move away she was on him, holding him down as she mounted him.

This certainly was not the first time that a stronger woman had taken him. No, not at all. The first had been Julie. Then Karen, Joan, and most recently Linda, his new fiancée. But this was not the same. None of them had ever taken him against his will. This woman was raping him, plain and simple.

He knew that as a 'mere' Beta, she was 'only' about five times stronger than he was. Nowhere in the same class as his fiancée, let alone in Julie's class. But 'mere' Beta or not, she was definitely more than he could handle. And she was not interested in his pleasure. No, not at all. She was simply using him for her pleasure.

Knowing that he was outclassed physically, he still struggled. He thought that he might be able to turn things around to his advantage by using something other than pure physical strength. She probably didn't know that he had experience with Supremis women, that he knew how to bring them even more pleasure. He managed to free his hands and brought them up to her breasts, fondling them before squeezing them tightly. He was rewarded by a moan which escaped her lips.

When she got off of him after her orgasm he followed her, rolling over on top of her. He began caressing and suckling her breasts. She moaned again as she held him tightly against her body. He used all of his experience, along with all of his strength, to bring her to the verge of orgasm.

He could smell her pheromones. Not quite as sweet nor as heady as Karen's, let alone Julie's. He concentrated on the image of Julie in his mind. Even if he was not doing this to her, he was doing this for her. And for Karen. And for Linda. And for everyone else on this planet.

Just as he thought that he had her in his power, she pushed him off of her, rolling him over onto his back. Then, throwing a leg over him, she mounted him again, pinning him to the floor. Damn! So close, and yet so far. He was again helpless underneath her as she again took her pleasure from his body.

When she was done with him, she stood up. Keeping a wary eye on him she dressed. Then she departed, locking the door behind her.

Damn! He was so close! But now, he might have blown his cover. Would she realize that he already had experience with Supremis women? She already knew that he wasn't working with the Arions. The only other Supremis woman he would be likely to encounter would be a Velorian Planetary Protector. Would she think that a Protector was on her way here? Would she alert the others to be on the lookout for a Protector? Had he put Julie in jeopardy?

With those thoughts running through his head he put his clothes back on and lay back down on the cot.

I found Mark. He was locked in a small room in a warehouse, lying on a cot. The cot was the only piece of furniture in an otherwise empty room. He didn't seem to be injured. He was also awake. I burst through the door and started to approach him as he sat up and looked towards me. I saw the warning in his eyes. I leaped to the side and turned around, facing the door.

I saw a large man coming through what was left of the door, wearing very little, just the red and black uniform of an Arion Warrior Prime. He pulled a black tube out from its hook on his belt and pointed it at me. Before I could do anything more than push Mark out of the line of fire, he pushed a button on it and a blue-green beam came out the end. Orgone! As the beam hit me in the chest, my clothes just disintegrated. Damn! I hadn't expected to meet any Arions, I wasn't wearing my invulnerable uniform under my tee shirt and jeans.

But this weapon did more than just destroy my clothes. I dropped to the floor, writhing.

I was writhing in agony. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly agony. Yes it was. I wasn't in any pain, I was in need. I was desperately in need, agonizing need. I desperately needed something. It was agonizing!

As I pushed myself up to my knees I saw him looking down at me with an evil grin on his face. He walked over to me. Grabbing me by my hair he turned me around so that I was looking up at him. He took his black tube and jammed it into my sex. He then pushed the button on it again.

I felt the explosion deep within me as I had an orgasm like no other that I've ever had. And I had thought that I've had some great orgasms in the past. Literally earth-shaking orgasms. But none of them had ever compared to this latest one.

I was completely out of breath when I finally managed to struggle up to my knees. Pieces of the Orgone device fell out of my slit, crushed and mangled from the force of my orgasm. The Prime was still standing there, with the same evil grin on his face.

I knew that I needed more. And there, standing right next to me, was somebody who could give it to me. From my knees I sprang up at him.

Before he could even remove the grin from his face I had him down on the floor on his back. He tried to struggle, but I was in no mood to take any flack from him. I covered his face with my breasts as I quickly stripped off his skimpy uniform. Keeping him on his back I reversed myself and mounted him. He immediately realized what I was doing to him; his grin widened even further as his hands came up to my breasts.

OH YES! He was so big and hard! He was even bigger and harder than my darling husband was. And he squeezed my breasts with so much more strength. OH YES! It felt so good! Finally, somebody who could make my breasts really feel something. Somebody other than myself, that is.

My legs continued pumping. It felt SO good to have somebody so large and hard inside of me.

Mark was stunned. He had known that Julie was a very sexual young woman, but he had never seen her like this before. That strange weapon with the blue-green beam had done something to her. She had attacked the Arion who had used it on her with a fury he had never seen before. He had realized that the man had to be an Arion Prime; no ordinary man, not even an enhanced Beta, could have withstood her assault.

As Julie lay on top of the struggling Prime, Mark was stunned to see the blue-green sparks shoot out of her breasts into his face. Then the Prime's attitude towards Julie had completely changed. Mark realized that the blue-green beam had to have been Orgone, he had heard Linda describe its effects on people, especially the Supremis. But he had been unaware that it could be used as a weapon.

But if it was intended as a weapon, it certainly did not seem to have had the desired effect on Julie. He had thought that it aroused the victim so much that he or she would be practically helpless. Julie did not seem to be helpless at all. But she certainly was aroused.

He had been around when Julie had been aroused. Quite often. But he had never seen her this aroused. He saw that she was not in complete control of herself. A part of his mind wished that he could have aroused her like this. But another part of his mind was glad that he hadn't. He could see her muscles flexing and expanding like never before. He knew that if he had been in her arms or between her legs, his body would have been turned into pulp in a fraction of a second. Even the Prime, who Mark knew could shrug off bullets almost as easily as Julie could, seemed to be having a rough time.

Mark knew that he would never survive what Julie was doing to the Prime. He knew that it was dangerous even to be close to her. He quickly backed into the furthest corner, cowering as the floor shook with Julie's pounding.

Then the really unbelievable happened. As Julie reached another orgasm she held the man tightly against her body. And the man's body just collapsed. A nearly invulnerable Arion Prime, crushed against Julie's oh so feminine body, just from the force of her passion. The Prime's body then started to burn. Mark also remembered Linda telling him that often a Supremis had such incredible regenerative powers that it would often burn up trying to heal a fatal injury.

Then Julie stood up and turned around, brushing off the ashes and cupping her breasts, looking directly at him. For the first time, he truly feared for his life. If Julie used even a small fraction of that strength on him, he knew that he would be dead even before he could feel her embrace.

I stood up and brushed the Prime's ashes off of me. As I did so, my hands stroked my breasts. Something didn't quite feel right. Looking down, I noticed that my breasts were larger than normal, by at least two cup sizes.

My body must have absorbed all of that Orgone energy, first from the beam hitting me and then the generator exploding inside of me. As I stroked and cupped my breasts, I felt the arousal. It had never left me, but my hands on my breasts just intensified the feeling.

I needed more. I needed a man. And there, in the corner, was a large handsome man. On somewhat shaky legs I walked towards him, as he cringed and tried to move away from me, sliding along the wall.

There was something familiar about his face. I was sure that I had seen him somewhere before, but in my fogged state I just couldn't place him.

Just as I started to reach out for him I recognized him. Mark! My good friend and colleague and occasional lover. More than occasional, actually. But he was an ordinary Terran man, and in my current state I wasn't even sure that an enhanced Terran man like my darling husband could survive my passion. I immediately drew my hands back, dropping them to my sides. I took a step back from him.

I dared not lay a finger on him. In the heat of my Orgone-induced passions I had crushed the nearly invulnerable body of an Arion Prime. What chance would Mark's fragile Terran body stand against my body in its current state? Not that he had ever stood a chance against me. But this was different. I was not in complete control of my body, my passions, my lusts. I knew that I would kill him if I did anything even remotely resembling what I had done to that Prime.

I whirled around so that the sight of his handsome body wouldn't tempt me. I walked to the door and ripped what was left of it off of its hinges. I stalked out into the corridor just as another man came around the corner. An Arion man!

I leaped at him. With all of the Orgone energy in me, I completely misjudged my strength. Instead of landing right in front of him as I had intended to, I went right through him. I hit him and knocked him against the wall, pinning him there. I got my right hand behind him and hugged him against me. As I pulled his ribcage against my soft breasts I felt his body just crumple and squish, his blood and gore splattering all over me.

Bah! A mere Beta! His soft body wouldn't have done anything for me anyway. I needed more. I went up the corridor, from whence the Beta had come. I hadn't gone far when a door opened and another man came out. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for me, but I knew what I had in mind for him. We both leaped at each other at the same time.

We collided in mid-air, our arms wrapping around each other. But I had the advantage of my flight powers. And the Orgone-induced strength. I knocked him backwards, through the door he had just come through.

I didn't pay any more attention to the room we were in any more than I paid attention to the door we had just smashed. I quickly got his uniform off of him and had him on his back. I mounted him and started to use him. I was pounding him so hard that I was driving his body into the hard concrete floor. And practically right through it. He tried to throw me off of him. I kept pounding him into the floor, using my flight powers to drive my knees into the floor on either side of him, never stopping my motion.

As I caught his hands and moved them to my breasts, I felt and saw the sparks fly from my nipples into his hands. Then he stopped trying to throw me off of him, instead fondling and squeezing my breasts with all of his strength. Oh, that felt SO good!

Oh yes, it felt SO good! Using all of my strength, and feeling something so big and hard deep inside of me. I was so pumped up from the Orgone, that first Arion Prime had just gotten me started. Maybe this one could finish the job.

I was only vaguely aware of a second Arion Prime joining in on the fun. All I remember was grabbing him, without releasing my hold on the first one, and pulling his face down to my breasts. It felt so good to have one strong hard Arion Prime between my legs and another one working over my breasts.

I was also only vaguely aware of the first several walls we went through as I rotated the two of them, letting one of them recover by suckling my breast while I worked over the other one. I remember going outside as we smashed through a wall. Then we were inside again, and then outside.

In the back of my mind, I was still aware that they were Arion Primes, my sworn enemies, the people that were trying to take over the Earth, the people I was supposed to be fighting.

Another part of my mind was keenly aware that they were Arion Primes, so much bigger, so much harder, than any Terran men were. Even bigger and harder than even my darling husband was. And that part of my mind was in complete control of my body.

I lost count of orgasms after about the seventh one. It just felt SO good to have two men, as hard and strong as they were, much harder than even my darling husband, and so much stronger.

Finally, with a really great orgasm I closed my arms and legs even tighter around their bodies. I was startled to hear some cracking sounds. Opening my eyes, I was disappointed to see that even a pair of Arion Primes weren't a match for my Velorian strength, their bodies crushed beyond even their superhuman recuperative abilities to heal. They were of no further use to me.

I stood up and watched the fires consume their bodies. I realized that I had killed three Arion Warriors Prime and a Beta in unarmed combat. If what we had done could be called combat, I didn't really think so. I wasn't particularly happy with the way I had done it, actually fucking them, fucking them to death. I had been so consumed by the Orgone that I wasn't thinking straight. At the time, they hadn't been Arion Primes, the deadly enemies of Earth. They had just been objects; sex objects that could help me satisfy my needs, my hungers, my passions, my lusts.

Oh my God! Arion Primes, and I had been fucking them! Not just fucking them, but raping them! Not just raping them, but enjoying it! Just what had the Orgone done to me? What kind of a monster had it made me into? I had been fucking Arion Primes, for God's sake! Arion Primes!

I looked down at my body and cupped my breasts. They looked and felt almost normal. Normal for me, at any rate. Still firm and large, but not as large as they had been before.

As I continued to hold and stroke my breasts, I noticed that I was no longer aroused. Well, no more than usual for me, at any rate. Those three Primes apparently had gotten the Orgone out of my system. They had given their lives to do it, but they apparently had done it.

I then looked around myself. I could have died from the embarrassment. Sometime during the fucking we had smashed through another wall and out onto the street. There was a crowd of people watching. Some of them even had camcorders out, taking videos of yours truly in her birthday suit. There was even a TV news helicopter circling around, apparently drawn by the fighting. Or by something.

I was flattered that they were looking at me like that, I've always liked the way that men looked at me. But this was different! This was SO embarrassing! Not cool at all! Any sexual arousal that I might have had left in me was completely gone.

I went back to the warehouse and Mark's cell, resolving to turn away if I started to get aroused at the sight of his body. When I entered, Mark jumped back and tried to crawl into a corner. "It's okay, Mark. It's over," I tried to reassure him. I stopped about five feet away from him, my arms spread out to my sides with the palms of my hands facing him.

He looked uncertain for a moment. But he realized that the only way he was getting out of the building was with me. He rose to his feet and walked up to me. "Was that Orgone?" he asked.

"It must have been. It's the first time I've ever experienced anything like that. It's out of my system now."

"That's too bad," he grinned at me, the twinkle returning to his eyes. "I was hoping that you've got some left over for me for tonight."

My God! Hadn't he seen what I had done under the influence of the Orgone? He might not have seen the other two, but he couldn't have missed that first one. That had been an Arion Prime that I had crushed in my arms right in front of him.

Men! I'll never understand them!

As he put his arms around me and hugged me, I hugged him back very, very gently. Men! I'll never understand them!

And I hope that they never get to understand me. At least not TOO well.

I broke off our hug. "C'mon, we need to get outta here." I scooped him up in my arms and flew out through the big gaping hole in the wall. I didn't pay any attentions to all the sirens down below us as I took us back to our hotel, remembering to keep my speed down enough so that Mark didn't have too much trouble breathing. I knew he was going to have all the trouble breathing he needed once we got there.

I must still have been at least partially under the influence of the Orgone. We hadn't gotten half the way back to our hotel when I landed amidst the trees in a secluded park down below. Putting my little finger in the middle of Mark's broad chest I forced him down to the ground. He knew the rules; he knew that when I used just my little finger to force him down I wasn't going to take any flack from him. The only thing I was going to take from him was HIM. Since I was already completely naked it didn't take me long to get Mark into the same condition.

I threw a leg over him and mounted him. I remembered to be very gentle with him, cradling his head in my arms so that he could suckle my breasts as I rode him. And I rode him very slowly and gently so as not to hurt him. I could tell that he was using all of his strength as he held and squeezed me.

After we climaxed together, I moved off of him and rolled him on top of me. He continued to use everything he had as he attacked my breasts, suckling on one while his hands squeezed the other one as hard as he could. When he was ready for another round I got a hand under him and I lifted him up between my legs.

However, as strong as Mark was, as good as he was, and as experienced as he was with Supremis women, he just wasn't enough for me. After his orgasm I lifted him off of me. I spread my legs and used the only thing around that was hard enough to satisfy me. First one and then three fingers went into my slit, stroking and stimulating me.

This wasn't the first time Mark has seen Julie in need; she usually got this way after using her incredible powers. But she had never been this forceful with him before. Even as he used all of his experience and strength on her beautiful body, he could sense that she wasn't satisfied.

His thoughts were confirmed when she pushed him off of her and began to use her fingers on her most delicate parts. Her hand was just a blur as it stroked her sex. He saw her other hand lightly caressing a breast, indenting it much further than he had ever been able to.

Soon her whole body was moving, as she bucked with the impending orgasm. He knew that as much as he wanted to be with her at this time, it was not safe for him to be with her. He backed away from her as she lifted her hips into the air and then brought them down. Even as far away as he was, he felt the impact as her hips sank at least six inches into the hard-packed dirt.

Even after her earth-shattering climax, she still wasn't done. Rolling over, she half leaped and half flew at him, pinning him back down to the ground, her mouth working over his chest. He wasn't sure whether it was just her usual skill, or whether somehow the Orgone was working on him, but he was quickly ready for more of her.

He knew that even without the Orgone, she was always ready for more of him.

It was well after midnight before I carried Mark up to the balcony of our hotel suite. Opening the door I had left unlocked, as usual; I carried his sleeping body in and laid him down on the bed.

But I had no intentions of letting him sleep. It didn't take me long to wake him up, the best way for a woman to wake up a man. I used him as much as I could the rest of the night and all through the day, only letting him stop briefly while we called room service for some food.

When he was unable to continue, I continued on alone, using my fingers to do what his body couldn't do any more.

This was so embarrassing.

By the time Mark and I got back home to Colorado, the news of what I had done was all over the place. The TV news was full of the barely censored footage of yours truly with the alien invaders. And it certainly didn't look like I was fighting them.

But that wasn't the worst of it. I had actually killed over two dozen people.

Oh, what have I done?

We were rolling around on the ground, our arms around each other, smashing through cars and walls, as people scrambled to get clear of the falling debris. We laid waste to a major portion of a city block as our invulnerable bodies went where they wanted to, mere cement and steel not slowing us down a bit. Dozens were killed and hundreds injured as we undercut an office building. At the time I hadn't even noticed the falling debris as the building crashed down on top of us. And I hadn't noticed the bodies either.

I hadn't even bothered to help with the rescue efforts. I could have helped the rescue teams dig bodies out of the rubble. I might have been able to save some of those lives. But I had been too occupied with Mark, first in the park, and then back in our hotel suite.

Oh, I had been too occupied. And it had felt so good. But I was sure that it wouldn't have felt anywhere near as good if I had known what was going on, the damage that I had caused. The deaths that I had caused.

The deaths that I had caused, while I was too busy fucking those two Arion Primes. I had been having some of the best sex of my life, while innocent Terrans were dying all around me.

Innocent Terrans were dying all around me, and I hadn't done anything about it. I hadn't even noticed.

Oh, what have I done?

I was supposed to be fighting the Arion invasion. From what we saw on the news, and in the newspapers, it certainly didn't look like it. And the stuff they said about me on the talk shows! That was almost as bad as what came out on the Internet. They had stopped calling me 'Supergirl' and had started calling me 'Superbimbo'. They certainly didn't mean it in the same way that Steve had when he had first called me that.

I had to fight back my tears when Danny offered to show me the latest additions to his Supergirl scrapbook collection. For the first time ever, I wasn't interested at all in his collection. I barely managed to decline without being too rude, when my first impulse had been to knock him into next week. Or maybe that was my second impulse; I might have wanted to simply vaporize him with my heat vision.

And Mom wouldn't just let it go. Not only that, but she also got Linda on my case. The two of them spent most of a day going over me, checking me out for any Orgone residue. Mom was very clinical about all this. She assisted Linda, treating me as a patient, not as a daughter. I tried to tell them that I was over it, but they insisted.

At least they didn't call George in to help get rid of any Orgone residue. Though that might have been fun, I didn't want to have to perform in front of an audience. I had done enough of that with those Arion Primes. But at least I had a better understanding of what Karen must have gone through.

But Mom was also worried about what the Orgone had done to me. "Just what did you feel when the Orgone hit you?"

"I felt, uh, horny. Incredibly horny. Nothing else mattered to me, I couldn't think about anything else. All I wanted was to have somebody in me, fucking me as hard as he could. Or me fucking him as hard as I could. Hornier than I've ever been in my life."

"In your case, that's saying quite a bit. You must have gotten that from your mother."

"I think I got it from the woman who raised me."

I almost got a smile out of her. "But you weren't incapacitated. Quite the opposite, in fact. You retained control of your body, or at least your hyperactive Velorian libido did. Quite unusual."

"How did my mother react to Orgone?"

"I wish I knew, Julie. She was never exposed to it during the time we were together, and we never talked about it. I don't know whether she's ever been exposed to it. If she hadn't, she probably expected to react to it just like any other Velorian."

After refilling her coffee mug, she continued. "There is one other thing that really surprised me about this. Are you sure that those two were full Primes? Not enhanced Betas?"

"Yeah. They sure felt like Primes. Not like you, not even like Karen."

"You weren't exactly doing with them what you do with Karen, were you?"

"Mom! I was in contact with other parts of their bodies, you know."

"Yes, I know. I wasn't sure if you knew at the time. The way you killed them, though. That was a surprise. I don't think even a Protector could have killed two Primes that easily, almost casually. I know that your mother couldn't have done that."

"Well, you know that I get stronger at the peak of my orgasm."

"We all do. But those two men were also in a heightened state of arousal. Yet you were able to crush their bodies so easily, so casually. I don't think you gained that much strength just from your orgasm."

"Are you saying that the Orgone somehow gave me strength?"

"That's a distinct possibility. We don't have any way to test that, unless we can capture an Orgone generator. And the Arions aren't fools, if they saw the videos they'd think twice before using Orgone against you again."

Oh great! What other weapon are they going to use on me next? I can hardly wait.

My darling husband wouldn't talk to me about my recent exhibition when I got back home. He wouldn't talk to me about anything. Even after I kissed him when we got in bed, he just rolled over facing away from me and went to sleep. Or pretended to, I could tell from the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat that he wasn't sleeping yet.

This was not cool at all! Reaching out I rolled him over to face me. I tried to kiss him again, preparing to do what we always did when one of us got back home from work. But he wouldn't meet my lips. I got a hand on the back of his head to hold him still.

"Stop it, Julie!" he told me. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"It is when I'm with you," I said in my sexiest voice.

That didn't work at all. "And whenever you're with anybody else." He tried to shake me off.

Realizing that the only way I could have him tonight would be to rape him, something I would never do to my darling husband, I let him go. He rolled over, again turning his back to me. Lying on my side, facing his back, I quietly cried myself to sleep.

Oh, what have I done? I was under the influence of Orgone, but that's no excuse. I'm a Velorian, the de facto Protector of Earth. Those were Arion Warriors Prime, my sworn enemies, that I had been fucking in public.

George had always been willing to overlook my sexual indiscretions, as long as I was discreet about them. He knew I was taking advantage of Mark whenever I worked with him. He knew I slept around on almost every case. Sometimes with men, sometimes with women, sometimes with more than one.

It wasn't that he liked my sleeping around. But he knew that I was a Velorian, the only one on the planet. I had never flaunted my sexual capacity in front of him. And I never slept around while he was around. Well, except for our occasional men-swaps. I was always there for him when he wanted me.

But I had never done it in public before. Oh, what have I done?

Things didn't get any better the next night. The good news was that he didn't turn his back on me. The bad news was that he went back to his parents' place for the night. This definitely was not cool!

Oh, what have I done? My darling husband wouldn't have anything to do with me. Mark, one of my oldest friends and lovers, was occupied with Linda. Steve, as usual, had his hands full with Mom. Mike and Rob wouldn't have anything to do with me either; they even asked Karen for some extra work so that they wouldn't have to be with me. Even Karen, the wildest girl I've ever known, the former hooker, wouldn't keep me company. She probably wouldn't have, even if I paid her to, and I wasn't about to stoop THAT low.

Oh, what have I done? George loved me not only because I was a Velorian, but because of ME. But now my Velorian self had gone and done something that the ME part of me was totally ashamed of. And there wasn't a thing that my Velorian muscles could do to fix things.

Oh, what have I done?

He didn't want to have anything to do with 'Superbimbo'. The blonde bimbo who had let those people die while she was too busy enjoying herself.

My darling husband didn't want to have anything to do with me.

Oh, what have I done? What have I done?