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PART 13

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"This is so lame," Tammy grumbled to herself as she sat in Geology 101.  The T.A. had just spent like ten minutes talking about Feldspars.  Three days ago this would have been new information to her.  But her best friend Vicky had just spent the last three days in the library reading in the Geology section, and everything her friend had seen was instantly delivered, wordlessly, directly into to Tammy's mind in flawless detail. 

 

And lordy, what a mountain of material she had received!   Originally, Vicky had moved at about a page a second -- a superhuman speed by any measure.  But the library had 30,000 volumes geology, and Vicky was of course planning to read every single one.  That would have taken three months. 

 

So, Vicky had come home from the library fairly cross one night.  But within an hour, had developed a solution to her dilemma.  And the solution involved X-rays shooting out of her eyes.  Coming up with new tricks like this was one of the many advantages, apparently, of having the control module.  But being the generous girlfriend that Vicky was, she had also of course shared her little discovery with her friends.  Apparently, these new eyes were so advanced, they made hospital X-rays look like children's toys.

 

In her growing boredom, Tammy doodled on her notepad, hoping for something, anything that could distract her mind.  Nothing.

 

"...Anorthite and Albite are technically different feldspar minerals," the TA droned on, "but in reality they exist on a spectrum..."   Tammy slowly dug a nail into the metal and watched a gouge form.   Arrrgh, she said to herself. I know all this shit cold.  When is this going to end? 

 

"...You can see that on this end of the temperature and pressure spectrum," The TA continued, "the two minerals mix seamlessly.  But over here we witness an immiscibility gap...." 

 

Desperate for something to do, Tammy grabbed a metal hole-punch and slowly squeezed, watching the metal try in vain to resist the overwhelming strength of her fingers.  Casually, effortlessly, she crumpled it into a metal ball.  New mineral, she joked to herself: Hole-puncher-ite.

 

Casting her bored eyes about the room, she finally saw a small row of books on the corner window sill.  Why didn't I see those earlier, Tammy chastised herself?   Maybe she could amuse herself with a little free reading. 

 

A quick visual glance revealed that there were 14 volumes on that window sill.  A normal X-ray directed at that stack of books would have produced a single image with the text of every page mashed into the same square-- useless for reading curiosity, even if such an image was at high resolution.  And with the books 20 feet away, X-rays designed by normal humans would have produced a piece of low resolution crap anyway.  Lame.

 

That's why I have super-duper "Vicky Vision", Tammy smiled to herself!    Tammy's mesmerizing baby blues quivered back and forth slightly as they shot a super high resolution barrage of X-rays at the stack, each at a minutely different distance.  Simultaneously, her eyes received the thousands of backscatter X-ray images that returned from that books.  A moment later, she closed her beautiful eyes to see the result.  Perfect.

 

Every page in the stack of books -- about 3,500 hundred pages in all -- was flawlessly seared into her brain.    Normally not the best of students, Tammy felt her mind jump into some sort of hyper-drive as the content of these 3,500 pages was instantly read, compared to other information, understood, stored, and an relayed to her girlfriends.  The process sent an exhilarating warmth through her, a little reward for finding all that wonderful information.

 

Tammy turned back to the TA, still droning on about the fucking feldspars.  She had a glazed look in her eyes now, reveling in her newfound knowledge.  She had just completed a year's worth of learning in ten seconds.  And they were still on the goddamed fucking feldspars.

 

She knew that the same method used by Tammy here had been of course been used by Vicky in the main library.  Vicky had simply stood at the end of a row of stacks -- perhaps 400 books in a line -- and processed all of them in a single blow.  A few hours of that, and she was done.  So, Jared had asked when he returned home that night, are you done reading in the Geology section?  No, Vicky had replied, I'm not done reading IN THE Geology section, I'm done reading THE Geology section.  The look of confusion on Jared's face was priceless.

 

And now, through the special connection between the girls, all of Vicky's knowledge was Tammy's too!  In fact, Tammy thought, these stupid TA's could spend a hundred years reading and not get close to my level of knowledge and comprehension. 

 

Tammy's hands shook at the realization that all her years of insecurity about her intelligence were over.  When it came to geology, she was not just smart, but inhumanly so.  No one's knowledge could hold a candle to hers and that of her friends.

 

But now she wanted to finish what Vicky started -- to get access to the department's online databases, its professors, correspondence between leading scientists and their cutting edge research.  And for that, she would need to know the lay of the land -- who controlled the access to the computers, who the smart professors were, and how to get all of them working for her.

 

Examining the front of the room, Tammy saw that the TA actually wasn't bad looking.  He said he was a doctorate student.  He could probably help me, Tammy realized elatedly!  

 

Tammy noticed that the T.A. had been looking her over every chance he got, and the knowledge of this had made Tammy's nipples tingle ever so slightly with excitement.  She sat up ram-rod straight in her chair, letting her boobs push the table top desk slightly forward.  The sound got his attention, even as he continued his lecture.  With her eyes fixed on him, she pulled back the hem of her miniskirt a few inches and spread her legs ever so slightly.

 

The move was subtle, but it was enough.  She felt his eyes wander involuntarily downward to the display that she had made just for him.  The feeling  of his uncomfortable stare on her panty-less, hairless pussy made her wet with desire.  She ran a finger quickly up her clit and then, slowly, luxuriously, brought it to her mouth, visibly savoring the taste of her own juices. 

 

Her performance completely stopped the TA's speech in his tracks, and it took him several minutes to recover it. He would be so easy, Tammy beamed!

 

It had been a day since she had had a good fuck, and it would be nice to get back in the saddle.

 

 

---

 

 

Kim bounced out of her bedroom with a spring in her step.  She had skin-hugging "boy shorts" over her bubble ass.  Her F-sized sports bra struggled to contain her other curves.  And in between, her six pack midriff was plainly visible.  It was 6:30am, and she had running shoes on.

 

"Morning babe," she piped to Louisa as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.  "I'm going to take a run.  It's been forever since I got some exercise."

 

"How far are you going to go?"  Louisa asked.

 

"I don't know.  Not far."

 

"Like what?"

 

"Maybe 150 or 200 miles."

 

"Back by breakfast?"

 

"If it takes even that long.  I just need to stretch my legs."

 

"That's cool," Louisa replied getting up and disappearing into her bedroom.  "It'll give me an excuse to try on this new outfit I found the other day.  The top was only DD or E -- a little bit small -- but I think it will do."  She re-emerged in a sprout green and light blue outfit. 

 

"That's cute," Kim complemented.  "I see you went for the boy short and bra combination as well."

 

"I tried some other outfits, but they were so lame!"  Louisa replied.  "It's like, who needs a workout outfit that hides your midriff?  Or a pair of running shorts that doesn't hug the curves of your ass?  Guys love those parts."

 

"Lame outfits are for lame bodies, I guess.  Come, let's hit it."

 

Moments later, the girls were out the door.  They slowly snaked their way down a few side streets, before their silent footfalls on pavement were replaced by the crunch of desert ground beneath their feet.  Out of sight of the houses, they began to accelerate.

 

It was a one-at-a-time trail, so Kim fell in behind Louisa as their legs began to pump faster and faster, transitioning from a quick tempo to a blistering one, and then from a blistering tempo to an inhuman blur.  They were now about 10 miles outside of town settling into a 150-mile-per-hour clip.

 

After about 5 minutes, the Kim hailed her companion.  {{Are you feeling warmed up yet?  I could use to get my heart rate up a little.}}

 

{{Sure!}}   Louisa replied, pouring on even more power and speed.  At 300 miles per hour, the world was whizzing buy.  Mountains and hills came and went.  Fifty-foot-wide dry washes passed under their feet in a single stride.

 

After several minutes at the pace, Kim could feel herself "get into the zone"-- where the sensation of running and movement becomes mesmerizing, and the minutes begin to slip away unnoticed.

 

To Kim, the best part of these runs was realizing how much ELSE her senses were doing as she ran.  Not only did she take in a high speed slalom course of trees, rocks, and other obstacles as she ran.  But she could sense other things as well -- the cry of a bird, the scampering of a rodent back into its hole, the fragrant smell of ancient cedars in the dry land.

 

Apparently, Louisa was also taking in the details up ahead.  Kim noticed something on the ground catch Louisa's attention, followed by a slackening of her pace as she slowed to a stop. 

 

The two were soon standing next to one another, looking down at a set of jerry-rigged PVC irrigation pipes snaking their way from the river to the steeply-walled canyon above.  Probably a drug operation.

 

"Come on," Louisa grinned.  "I'm curious"

 

"Oh boy," Kim groaned.  "You have a nose for trouble."

 

"This from a girl that only yesterday burned down an auto dealership?"

 

"That was just the Vicuzzi brothers, and only two of them at that," Kim laughed.  "This could be a whole gang."

 

"So?"

 

"That means it's dangerous."

 

"Look," Louisa pouted, her hands on her hips.  "I done a lot of hard thinking over the last day, and have finally discovered what makes me happy."

 

"What's that?  Picking a fight with a handful of guys?"

 

"No, picking a fight with at least a dozen.  You don't want to check it out?

 

Kim laughed out loud.  Louisa was becoming their playground bully, it appeared.  "No, I don't.  It's about more than the danger, Louisa.  I had a beef with the Vicuzzi brothers.  As well as the guys that humiliated me for being fat.  But I don't have a beef with the guys at the other end of this pipe."

 

"I went through the same conversation with Jared yesterday.  Using my power judiciously, not doing anything I'm going to regret, blah blah blah.  But then, I went to confront an abusive husband later that afternoon, and Kim, it felt sooooo good."  Louisa's eyes almost seemed to light up, the orange remnants of dawn illuminating her flawless face.  "It was like an delirious, erotic electricity had overtaken me.  Sure, it's probably wrong.  But it feels ridiculously wonderful!"

 

Her eyes seemed to bear into Kim as Louisa continued, "You're telling me you wouldn't enjoy it?  The sound of their pathetic finger bones crunching when they land a punch on you?  The look of fear in their eyes right before you drive a fist into them like a battering ram?  Come on Kim, look me in the eye and tell me you don't want that."

 

"It does sound pretty good, actually," she admitted in hushed tones.  Her body seemed to agree, as her nether regions seemed suddenly to come awake. "I still don't know," she hesitated.

 

"Come on, you sissy.  I just want to get take a look," Louisa begged.

 

Kim shrugged her shoulders, reluctantly.  "OK, let's just be careful.  There could be more than a dozen guys in there, and this time, there are only two of us."

 

"Wus," Louisa chided, as she took the lead. 

 

The two cautiously approached the gulch on cat feet, snaking their way silently through the trees.  Kim found that she was exceptionally agile when she wanted to be.  Despite the number of twigs and gravel on the ground, the footfalls made not a sound.

 

The scene that unfolded before them made Kim's stomach turn.  It was not just a few tents with a grove of pot plants, but something different-- and bigger.  There were about 15 camping tents and PVC pipes everywhere.  There were many large vats of water, some of which were emitting steam or bubbles.  The entire area had been cleared of trees, and footpaths snaked everywhere.  In one area, a circle of grass had been beaten down, with the blades of grass slumping away from the center -- perhaps a helicopter landing site.  Finally, in the center of it all, a canvas hut.  It must have been used for some type of production, since about 20 men constantly entered and exited at a feverish pace.  And they weren't nice looking men either: Many of them had semi-automatic weapons tucked into their pant waists, or in holsters.

 

{{This one might be a little bit over our head, girlfriend}}  Kim signaled telepathically.  She didn't know if her comment was an observation or a request.

 

{{Nonsense.  This will be fun.}}

 

{{There must be two dozen people down there, and well-armed.}}  Kim replied.

 

{{So,}} Louisa replied.  {{They're only men.}} 

 

{{Louisa, we should turn aro--}}

 

"HEY!"  Louisa shouted, her voice booming.  "Watchya cookin' down there?"

 

 

---

 

 

"Oh GOD," Tammy screamed, orgasming for the fifth time.  "I can't believe how much I am enjoying your cock."  She gazed up at the geology grad student who so obligingly had been ramming her missionary style for more than an hour now.  "Maybe I should let you cum now?"

 

"Pppp...plllleeeaaassee," he could only gasp.

 

"I need you to make me a teensey weensey promise first."

 

"Anything, please!"

 

"Methods of Science-- that awful freshman class.  And Geology 101.  They're boring.  I'm not coming back to either.  And you're going to give me an A."

 

"I... I... could be expelled from my program for that."

 

"I'm not taking the final either.  You fill it out for me.  And when I get my A, you get another unforgettable fuck."

 

She could see him struggle in tormented silence.  So much fun to watch them try to resist, she beamed!  

 

Her vaginal muscles began a magical dance that no normal woman's could imitate.  She wanted his eyes roll back into his head as the erotic pressure became unbearable.

 

"Ok," he gasped.

 

"That's my boy,"  she said, leaning in close, her tremendous breasts raking across his bare chest.  Staring deeply into his eyes, she whispered, "Pow."

 

"AAAAAAARRRRGH!" He shouted in delight as his cock jetted spasm after pent up spasm into her.  Tammy loved the feeling of his copious pent-up semen coating her insides.  It felt twice as good to know that she was invulnerable to every conceivable human disease, and impregnable as well.  To her, his semen was just fun juice!

 

"Feels like it's been a while for you, baby."  She giggled.  His cock was beginning to soften, and she decided to let it.  She needed him for more than just cock today. 

 

He began to answer her but she silenced him with a finger on his lips.  She gently rolled him over so that he was on his back.  His rib cage rose and fell rapidly as he tried to recover his breath.  Brushing her golden strands of hair behind her ears, she began kissing a trail down the middle of his chest.

 

"Tell me something," she said as she ran her tongue over his nipples.  "On mining stuff, who is the smartest professor of them all?  The guy who knows the most--"

 

Kiss.

 

"--has lots of awards and stuff--"

 

Kiss, kiss.

 

"--publishes lots of super important papers, and is overall--"

 

Kiss.

 

"--the best?"

 

"Aaahh," he responded, clearly juggling the erotic sensations with the banal question.  "Tomkins -- by far.  He.... oh, that's nice.... he almost seems to have an instinct on new prospecting tricks.... wow, that feels..... awesome .... where to find new mineral deposits."

 

Tammy began to work her tongue over his re-stiffening cock.  "And does he need..."

 

Lick.

 

"...a lab assistant?"

 

Lick.

 

"No," he gasped, "he's already got Roger," he gasped. 

 

"Pity," she replied. 

 

"Oh my gosh!"  He exclaimed.  She had taken his cock in her mouth and plunged all the way down, expertly massaging his tool back into stiffness.

 

"But.... now that you're.... you're learning names, don't you...." he gasped between labored words ".... don't you want to know mine?"

 

Tammy removed her mouth from his cock only long enough to think about it.  "Not really."

 

 

---

 

 

Louisa's shout had ground the activity in the camp to a halt.  Some of the men disappeared into the tent and reappeared with rifles or semiautomatic guns.  Others produced pistols out of their waistlines. 

 

Kim felt a lump forming in her throat.  In the few glorious days she had been in her new and improved body, nobody had said anything to her about gunfire.  This could be the end of the road for her and Louisa.  She bit her lip in frustration: why did she let herself get talked into this?

 

"You run and we kill you,"  one of the men shouted.

 

"I'm not going anywhere," Louisa replied, walking towards the middle of the camp.

 

"They're really hot," one of the men said to the others.  "We enjoy them before we kill them."

 

Kim watched in some amazement as Louisa sauntered into the center of the growing ring of men.  Louisa ripped off her sports bra as she walked, her copious breasts springing free and bouncing proudly on her chest.  Standing in the middle of the circle, she slipped her hands into her boy shorts and, bending only at the waist, pulled them all the way down to her ankles.   A murmur went up among the crowd as they examined her perfectly rounded ass.  She removed her shoes, carefully folded her new outfit and then put it aside, out of the way.

 

"So, who's first?" Louisa sneered.

 

"Never heard a bitch ask for it before," the apparent leader responded, beginning to unfasten his fly as he walked towards her.

 

Louisa dropped to her knees in front of him and gently brushed his hands aside.  His stiffening cock soon emerged, and a few quick strokes with her mouth had it fully hardened.  Louisa turned around and bent over, inviting him to take her doggy style.  He eagerly complied, and was soon pounding her for all she was worth.  Louisa looked up at her friend as she was being pounded, a placated, contented expression on her face.

 

"Are you sure you don't want a little bit of cock before breakfast, honey?"  Louisa asked.  "We might as well enjoy it before this gets serious."

 

Kim felt a stirring in her crotch and wondered whether a little pounding would indeed be a good idea.  It had been twelve whole hours since her last screw, and that was a little too long for her libido.  And unlike the guy that was pounding Louisa, some of the other guys were a little bit cute. 

 

"Ok," Kim conceded.  "Just a little screw -- to take the edge off."

 

Kim grabbed one of the cuter guys, a move which solicited appreciative shouts and murmurs from the circle of men.  Whipping off her top and bottom, she embraced him in a smothering kiss as her hand explored his crotch.  Satisfied with his progress, she pulled him to the ground and let him take her missionary style.  Given her excessive lubrication, he slid in without difficulty.  It was nice to have some cock inside of her again, and if the expression on his face was to be believed, he was having the fuck of his life.

 

Kim temporarily lost track of time as the sex or the rapes or whatever they were continued through two or three partners.  She had orgasmed only about four times -- much less than she did with guys that really turned her on -- but regardless, it was good to scratch the itch.

 

"Please don't step on my new outfit," Louisa said as yet another guy circled around to take her.  "I really had to look hard for it."  She lead the guy to the ground and began to mount him cowgirl-style.  Turning to Kim, she continued, "Kim, have we had enough yet?"

 

"I think I'm good, thanks."

 

"Same here," Louisa agreed.

 

"But now what do we do?"

 

"We make the rules, you know that," Louisa replied.

 

Kim protested, "But the guns---"

 

"DON'T step on my fucking outfit!" Louisa snapped at a second guy who was walking past.  Her hand whipped out in a blur and his legs crumpled in an unnatural sideways direction. 

 

Still in a cowgirl position, Louisa continued, addressing the group generally, "This has been fun, but we're getting bored.  Isn't there anything else you can do to us?"  She turned to the guy who she was riding, with disdain.  "That means I'm tired of you too"

 

Kim saw Louisa's thighs begin to close on him, an she realized his fate only moments before he did.  An enormous cracking sound emanated from the pair as his pelvis snapped.

 

An uproar arose in the group, and seemingly countless guns emerged, menacingly pointed at the two girls. 

 

 

---

 

 

A low-cut blouse and a pleading look from this stunning blonde were all that it took for a doctoral researcher named Roger to agree to some tutorial time with her. 

 

He had hoped that she would want to do this in a bar or a living room -- something that suggested she might be interested in something more than tutoring.  But she kept the venue strictly business -- textbooks and notepads in the lab.  Nonetheless, her eyes like jewels and her radiant smiles were reward enough for what little time and effort this took.  In all his days, he figured he would never be around such a beautiful woman again.

 

They sat on lab stools at the corner of a large slate lab table.  In their conversation, she wowed him with the sophistication of her geology questions, most of which were about mountain formation.  Roger also wondered to himself how certain other mountains, visible only feet away from him, had formed, or were even possible.

 

After eight or nine questions, she put the pen down and leaned forward on her elbows, exaggerating her bust even more.  "This has been great, Roger.  But watch your head."

 

"What do you mean?"  He asked, looking around.

 

"You're about to hit your head," she said, sliding her thick Geology 101 textbook in front of him.

 

"How?"

 

"Like this" she smiled.  Her arm whipped out like lightening.  He felt her grab him by the hair and, with monstrous force, slam his forehead into the book. 

 

"At least Geology 101 is good for something," he heard her quip to herself, as the blackness quickly overcame him.

 

 

---

 

 

"I'm sorry," Tammy sobbed, as she brushed back tears.  "Even though I didn't know him hardly at all, I'm just really upset about it.  I can't believe he's in a coma.  I just feel somehow responsible that all this happened when he was in the room with me."  She paused to wipe her eyes and catch her breath.  "I know that sounds silly.  It's just really hard being the new girl here, since I'm older than the other undergrads.  He seemed to be taking me under his wing a little bit, which meant a lot to me.  And now he's in the hospital!  They told me that you are pretty close to him, and so I wanted to come with you."

 

"There, there," Professor Tomkins said, handing her a box of tissues.  "The hospital says his prognosis is good.  Eighty percent of the people who enter this type of coma come out with their faculties intact."

 

"But the concussion will rob him of his short term memory, won't it?"

 

"That's what the hospital says."

 

"Well." Tammy sighed.  "I guess I'll have to do the remembering for the both of us."

 

"What exactly happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

 

"It's kind of funny, actually."  She ran her palms back over her cheeks to remove the wetness.  Her face emerged with a damp, disarming smile on it.  "We were taking a break from a tutoring session and he was getting up to fetch something from the other side of the room.  But instead of watching  his footing, he was watching, well me.  That's when he fell."

 

Tammy shifted her position slightly in the chair and straightened her back, allowing her chest to jut out in ways that only an enhanced girl could do.  She was glad she picked the pastel pink sheer blouse, which did an excellent job of hugging her every curve.  It had a nice V-neck scoop too, with the "V" stopping just below the nipple line.  That produced some dynamite cleavage.

 

"It happens quite a bit with me actually -- men getting distracted, that is." Tammy watched the professor's eyes involuntarily wander south.  Her nipples responded instantly to the attention, adding an inch to their depth.  Every delicious ridge and bump of her nubs was now obviously visible through the thin cotton.

 

"Sorry," she said as she surveyed the landscape of her torso.  "I guess I just react that way when I know a guy is looking at me."

 

The professor was clearly caught off-guard by her overt reference.  "I suppose perhaps it's my apologies that are in order.  I did not intend to look at you in that way."

 

"I don't mind it, Professor.  A room full of frat guys staring at me gets old after a while.  But to have a brilliant college professor staring at me -- that actually feels pretty good."

 

Tompkins shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  Perfect, she thought --- this is so effortless.

 

"So what research were you working on with Roger?"

 

"Well, since you're only just now taking Geology 101, it will take me about 10 minutes to explain it all to  you."

 

"I read a lot about rocks on my free time.  Humor me."  She cast a devastating smile, and saw him break down a bit.

 

"OK," he said in resignation.  "I'm investigating whether ground penetrating radar can be used for prospecting komatiite nickel ore deposits across an entire ultramafic craton, such as parts of the Canadian shield craton."

 

"Jeepers," Tammy replied, giggling with excitement.  "That sounds kinda fun!"

 

 

 

"Wellll..."  The hostility of his question caused Tammy to doubt herself for a moment.  She was so stupid, for so long, could she possibly ever confront a college professor on his own research?  Part of her wanted to get up from the room and bolt.  No, she told herself, you have to hang in there.  Trust yourself!

 

She continued, "Which type of komatiite deposits?  Is this for Kambalda-type deposits?"

 

"Uh, yes," he replied, confused.  "Didn't you say you were an undergrad?  Even half of my grad students don't know what a komatiite is, much less understand the difference between a Kambalda-type nickel-rich komatiite deposit and a komatiite deposit."

 

"I told you, silly.  I like to read on my free time."  Tammy's confidence was slowly swelling.  "And for what it's worth, I think that's a brilliant idea for a study!  Historically, Kambalda deposits have been prospected by visual identification of trough and sink patters in the rock, and then confirmed through chemical analysis -- meaning, the relative presence of iron or chromium in an upper layer, which would suggest accumulation of nickel in a lower layer -- or these deposits can be confirmed through penetrating radar that would allow an examination of the paleo-topography, right?"

 

"Uh, right," he said, visibly impressed -- and perplexed.

 

"So, the use of ground penetrating radar for prospecting itself, rather than just confirmation, is a new contribution to the industry, and could identify dozens, perhaps hundreds, of Kambalda nickel sites.  And of COURSE," Tammy giggled, "Kambalda type deposits are far richer than other types of nickel deposits.  Conventionally, the fact that Kambalda deposits are hard to identify has presented mining firms with an either/or choice: for a large-scale mining operation, Kambalda deposits are too small and expensive to find, forcing the larger operations to focus on rock that is less rich in ore, whereas the smaller operations can pursue Kambalda deposits but never achieve significant scale." 

 

"Yikes," the professor responded, visibly excited.  "That's exactly what I was thinking.  Your knowledge is quite advanced, if I don't say so myself."

 

The very thought of being involved in something like this sent heat rising to Tammy's cheeks.  She took a deep breath to avoid hyperventilating, and then continued.  "But this type of analysis would involve visual review of thousands of ground penetrating radar imagines in order to identify the trough and sink patterns.  Is that the approach you took?"

 

"Uh, yes," he said, smiling.  "That was Roger's job.  But he was frankly quite slow at it.  We're two months behind schedule.  I had originally hoped to have something published for the New York conference in June, but my hopes of that are quickly fading."

 

"Sounds like you could use some help,"  Tammy offered.  The offer was made by her speech, but it was punctuated by her visibly hardening nipples.

 

"Would you be interested?"  She saw the professor's face flush red with excitement.  He seemed to be falling in love with her mind and her body simultaneously, which only made Tammy's arousal burn brighter.

 

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggled, clapping her hands. "I guess you and I really made lemons out of lemonade.  Roger got a concussion, but I got a shot at doing doctorate level work in my very first week in school.  And you got a new assistant -- one who, I might add, is not too hard on the eyes either."

 

"Indeed," he chuckled uncomfortably. 

 

I'll need to remember to screw him silly at some point, Tammy noted to herself.

 

"There's just one more thing,"  Tammy said demurely.

 

"What's that?" He responded cautiously.

 

"I'll need access to your computer servers."

 

 

---

 

 

{{You got us into this,}} Kim complained.  {{You tell me what to do.}}

 

{{If you're so scared of the guns,}} Louisa replied, {{then let's go along with what they say.}}

 

The girls were quickly lead back to two trees.  Their hands were pulled behind their backs and behind the tree trunks as well.  Kim felt rough nylon cords binding her wrists in that position.  Soon she looked down to see men doing the same to her legs.

 

Bound in that way, Louisa and Kim watched an informal, angry firing squad quickly assemble before them.  Pistols, rifles -- all sorts of guns were pointed at the girls, waiting for the commander to give the order.

 

"Shit, Louisa.  I never should have followed you into this.  Why did you want to go snooping into this canyon?  What got into you?"

 

"What got into me?"  Louisa smiled.  "Four or five guys.  I lost count."

 

Why did she think this was all a big joke, Kim wondered?  "I can't believe it's all ending so soon," Kim lamented.  "This wonderful body was still so new to me!"

 

"Look on the bright side," Louisa seemed to snicker.  "We've had some great times."

 

"I'm so scared.  Tell me about one of our great times."

 

"READY!"  Came the shout from the commander.

 

"OK, so just yesterday," Louisa continued, "I was beating the snot out of this guy in a trailer, you know, like in a trailer park?  I gave him a breather and he went into his bedroom and returned with a big surprise in his right hand.  That was when I learned something really special."

 

"AIM!"

 

"What did you learn," Kim half panted.

 

"Not much," Louisa sighed.  "Just that..."

 

"FIRE!" 

 

"...we're bulletproof".

 

A maelstrom of bullets assaulted the girls, so many that it was like they were being doused with a garden hose, a spray of deadly metal. 

 

Kim's heart was racing and her breath was shallow, but as she calmed, she realized that the slugs not only resembled water droplets in their number, but also in the way they impacted her body.  Everything felt light a poke or a light tickle.  The bullets made a hollow metallic "ping" as the collapsed into her invulnerable skin.

 

A hundred rounds later, Kim looked down and realized that not a bit of her flawless body was even scratched.  A feeling of glee washed across her.

 

"Louisa, you bitch!" Kim giggled, snapping her bonds effortlessly.  "You had me so good!"

 

"I know, it was so fun to watch the fear on your face.  You were so easy!" Louisa giggled, snapping the bonds herself.

 

Screams and shouts were voluminously exchanged among the guys over the sounds of guns being reloaded.  Kim ignored all of it, stranding up stretching to get the kinks out.

 

Louisa straightened up as well, and she did so, Kim drank in her remorseless curves with her eyes.  That super-fit midriff, that wonderful ass, and those fantastic tits.  That very lightly tanned skin, entirely flawless, wrapped around muscles with unfathomable strength.  God, she was hot.

 

Kim's pleasure at seeing Louisa was doubled by the knowledge that Kim herself possessed the same superhuman sex appeal and musculature.  The two beauties stood side by side, surveying the confused and panicked men who were repointing their weapons at the girls.

 

"Ready?,"  Louisa beamed as she turned to her friend.  "This will be fun."

 

 

---

 

 

"No, it's not acceptable at all.... I need you to get it fixed..... I'm sure you can figure it out.... No, I'm not being too pushy... "  Tammy held the phone on her shoulder as she clicked through the computer files to which she had been given access.  Sure, Tomkins's nickel prospecting research was on there, but where were the other files?  The department must have two dozen research projects in process.  Why couldn't she see all of them?  The techie had said that he was allowed to give her access only to the project in which she was involved. 

 

Not acceptable, Tammy had barked at the techie!  Anything, everything to do with geology -- she wanted to know it.  That was the whole point of helping Roger and Tomkins with the damn nickel work -- so that she could get access to the department.  But then it turned out the techie was gay and un-seducible.  Damn it!

 

Tammy grumbled to herself as she snapped the phone closed and returned her attention to the computer.  She watched impatiently as a minute ticked by on the clock.

 

"You must have some friends in high places," the computer technician said as he came back into the room, laying some paperwork down next to his computer.  "I've never received a phone call from the University CIO instructing me in no uncertain terms to provide access to all department servers-- for all ongoing research -- to anyone.  What's even stranger is I'm being told to give all this access to you --- an undergrad."

 

Tammy sighed, smiled and brushed her brilliant golden hair behind an ear.  "Yes, I do have some friends at the top.  The other day, I think the President of the University and I really.... clicked."

 

"I see," the technician responded.    Well, whatever you said to him girl, he sure is wrapped around your little finger."

 

Tammy only smiled.

 

"OK,"  he continued. "Here you go.  Server location here, ID and temporary password goes there.  Some of this can be accessed remotely, some is just on this server.  Now, if you need to get into the earth magnetism study, that's actually partly in Professor Simkins file tree and partly..."

 

Tammy only half-heard the techie.  Not that she had access, she found herself increasingly mesmerized by the computer itself.  This machine had access to cutting edge geology work across the department.  She didn't need the techie's explanation of how to find what.  She would look at all of it, memorize all of it.

 

As she gazed lovingly at the computer, the USB ports in particular had somehow caught her attention.  They looked like normal USB ports.  But there was something mysterious and inviting about them -- something that made her want to run her fingers over them to see if she could feel the gentle caress of their electricity.  How good it would feel to let the USB ports kiss her fingers, to send a dancing trickle of energy through her arms, throughout her whole body.  It was like an itch that needed to be scratched -- no reason for it, but impossible to think about doing anything else.

 

"I'm sorry.  Where does my password go?"

 

"Here.  Oh and also, some of the files are in a special format, and you have to use the image handler program, which is..."

 

God, those USB ports.  When the hell was that techie going to stop talking?

 

"OK, I think I got it," Tammy cut him off.  "I'll call you on the cell if I need anything.  Why don't you grab some lunch?  It's 3pm and you've been stuck here since the morning."

 

"Uh, OK," he said, rising to his feet.  "I'm not going to argue with that.  See you in a bit, I guess.  Sure you're ok?"

 

"Yep."  Tammy waited until the door was closed and the sound of his footsteps was receding down the hallway.  Slowly, tentatively, she reached her hand out to the USB port.  The port seemed to caress her finger with its electricity, like a lover whispering in her ear. 

 

Finally, she pressed her finger firmly over the port's opening.  That was when the rush hit.  A tantalizing, almost sensual ecstasy charged into her body, overwhelming her heart, her mind and her senses.  She put other fingers over other ports, and those bridges too were quickly stormed by an invading army of electronic information.  She saw her world go ecstatically black as her connection with the computer consumed her.  Maps, research data, article drafts, emails -- it all came across in a seamless, blistering torrent.  Her nipples hardened at the euphoric sensation.  Tammy felt nothing, saw nothing except the wonderful tidal wave of information. 

 

{{Holy crap}}, one of the girls spoke telekinetically, {{this is awesome!}}

 

Tammy, held her hands on the ports for god-only-knows how long, the unabated torrent of information submerging her in limitless bliss.  When the river finally became a stream, and then the stream a trickle, she pulled one hand away.  Soon, there was nothing more, and both hands were free.  Everything that had been in the department's servers -- and everything that was on every external database to which the department had access -- was now visible in her head.  It was all perfectly catalogued, flawlessly rendered.  And it was in the heads of her girlfriends too.

 

Panting to catch her breath, Tammy realized that she had no idea how much time had passed.  An afternoon, days, weeks?  Her super body, she was sure, could sit still for any length of time, so long that type of bliss was the reward.  Tammy groggily rubbed her eyes and began to get her bearings. 

 

She gave a start when the door opened.  It was the techie.

 

"Sorry," he said.  "Forgot my wallet.  You sure you don't anything from the deli?"

 

 

---

 

 

"God, I'm so glad you made us stop here," Kim gushed she walked through the camp with Louisa,  her hips swinging in a sexy little sashay.  The camp was littered with about a dozen bodies. 

 

"My pleasure," Louisa replied.  "Really."

 

Two men bounded out from behind a rock, their guns blazing at Kim.  She felt the gentle ping-ping-ping of bullets against her body and lazily watched the shells fall uselessly to the ground. 

 

"It's not fair that you guys get to use advanced weapons," Kim purred, "and all we have are sticks and stones."  At her feet sat a rock the size of a large beach ball.  Bending at the waist, she picked it up as if it were no heavier than a tennis ball and held it out at arm’s length. 

 

"Oh well," she continued "I suppose I can make do."

 

"Nooo," one of the guys pleaded, backing away from her.  Kim flicked her wrist, sending the 800-pound rock speeding towards him.  The impact-- a dead hit-- lifted him off his feet and carried him into a rock wall 25 feet away.  It was a sickening crunch.

 

The second man tried to run, and Kim took off after him.  She felt her immense capability for speed take over, and in a few strides, she was moving in a blur.  With a solid foot plant on the ground, she launched into the air, tumbling overhead and landing cleanly in front of him, hands on her hips.  He did not have time to check his pace and slammed right into her, knocking himself to the ground.

 

"Wanna know what it's like to be airborne like that?"  She asked.

 

He didn't reply.

 

"OK!" Kim chirped.  She grabbed him by one ankle, effortlessly swung his 200 pounds around her head once and the launched him straight skyward.  She sailed up, twenty, thirty, forty feet.  She decided that she would catch him when he came down and maybe let him live.

 

Kim looked around to appraise the situation.  The remaining men were scrambling up the canyon walls-- a slow going-climb but the only way out without passing directly by the girls. 

 

"Should we let the others escape?"  Kim asked.  But she felt a pang of regret at her own words.  She had not woken up this morning wanting a bloodbath.  She did not expect that she would screw four guys before breakfast.  But seeing those men desire her so hungrily, and then experiencing her complete physical dominance of them -- it all had felt ridiculously good. 

 

And if the feeling is right, how bad can it be?  She hoped Louisa would not take Kim up on her suggestion.

 

"Let them escape?"  Louisa laughed lightly.  "Are you kidding?"

 

"OK," Kim gushed, relieved. 

 

Behind her, there was a deadly thud as the airborne guy returned to earth.  Damn, Kim thought, I forgot about him.  He was up there forever!

 

"Hey," Kim continued, "Wanna try something new?  Have you tried the thing with your lungs yet?"

 

"No I've been meaning to give that a shot."  Louisa whistled to get the attention of the fleeing men, and then she yelled in a sing song voice, "you guys can run all you want.  Ready or not, here I come!!"

 

"Just breathe in.  That's all.  It's crazy simple."

 

Louisa closed her closed her eyes and started to inhale.  With Louisa so occupied, Kim took the opportunity to gaze at Louisa's face and complexion.  She was a mix of French and English ancestry, and her beauty, given recent enhancements, was breathtaking.  Her button nose, corkscrew curls of dark brown, nearly black hair, and mesmerizing deep brown eyes made her look almost like a pre-Raphaelite angel. 

 

But that association was only from the neck up.  Below, the devil himself couldn't have done a better job of instilling longing in the male groin. As her ribcage expanded, her voluminous naked breasts stood straight out and it was all Kim to do to avoid fondling them.  And they were only the most prominent of her sinful features.  The flare of her hips, the way her taut abdomen cut in from her ribcage -- it was a sight Kim could stare at for hours. 

 

The wind was picking up by now as the air inside Louisa's lungs was compacted into perhaps a millionth of its original volume.  The delicate spirals of Louisa's hair flapped in the quickening breeze.

 

"You've got the hang of it.  Now really pour it on."

 

Louisa almost seemed to smile as she continued to inhale.  The breeze now became a windstorm, and within moments, it was a windstorm of biblical proportions.    Trees cracked under the power of the breeze, and smaller rocks went cascading down the canyon walls.  A few tents came off of their stakes, and Kim had to intercept them as they careened towards Louisa's pursed lips.  While some of the men who had scrambled to the lip of the canyon had managed to stumble away over the edge, the dozen or so were still on the slope.  These men began do succumb to the wind and lose their footing.  Louisa doubled her power again and all these men went tumbling down to the bottom of the canyon.  A moment later, the storm was over.

 

"That was awesome!" Louisa gushed as she surveyed the damage.  "I did all that with my lips?  Unreal!"

 

Some of the men began anew their efforts to climb out of the canyon.  Others had repointed their weapons at the girls and resumed firing, desperately hoping that another attempt at this would produce better results.

 

"OK, your turn," Kim said, ignoring the fleeing men and the resumed pelting of the gunfire.  She was having too much fun to care.  "Now you--" ping "--have to teach me--" ping "--something new."

 

"Hmmm..." Louisa thought and she picked a slug out of the air.  She then picked up a few more from the ground.  "I haven't really tried this before but I think it might work."  She laid out five metal slugs on her upturned palm.  Raising her palm to eye level, she flicked one of the slugs with her finger.  In the distance, one of the fleeing men instantly crumpled to the ground.

 

"Did you just shoot him?"  Kim squealed.

 

"Super easy.  You try."

 

Kim too lined up a number of metal slugs on an upturned palm.  Closing one eye and cocking a finger, she flicked the first at one of the fleeing men.  He grasped his shoulder in pain, but continued scrambling up the canyon walls.

 

"Why did you aim for his shoulder?" Louisa asked.

 

"Because he's 200 yards away and I didn't want to miss him.  I aimed for the biggest part of his body."

 

Louisa closed her hands on the slugs and approached Kim from behind, wrapping her arms around Kim's waist.  "Our bodies are far beyond that, you silly.  Everything we do -- we do it to a level that others can only dream about.  "See that guy with the baseball cap, about 200 yards away?

 

"Yea"

 

"What are the laundry instructions for that cap?"

 

"Hand wash.  Do not place in washing machine.  Tumble dry."

 

"See?  You could drop these guys from a five miles away.  Trust yourself."

 

Kim smiled as she glanced between her slugs and the fleeing men on the canyon walls.  Flick, flick, flick, flick -- four more, crumpled to the ground. 

 

"Hey you in the blue!"  Louisa shouted.  "You have three seconds to live!"  She picked up a baseball sized rock.  "One, two...." She cocked her arm back.   "Three!"  Louisa hurled the rock at the guy.  By the time she hit the ground, he had no head.

 

Louisa scooped another 20 bullets of the ground and handed them to her friend.  "You head up to the lip of the canyon and tie up the loose ends.  I want to figure out what type of operation we discovered here."

 

"You bet!" Kim chirped.  She bounded up the steep canyon walls.  With one hand closed, she had only the remaining one for balance.  Nonetheless, whereas the fastest of the guys had needed ten minutes to climb out of the canyon, Kim was standing on the lip in only four seconds. 

 

Opening her bullet-laden hand, she dismissively felled all but one of the guys with ease.  

 

"Almost done up here!" Kim shouted down.

 

Moments later, Louisa was standing by her side, apparently done with her peek inside the canvas hut.

 

"Are there any left?"

 

"Just one," Kim noted.  "And I have a whole bunch of bullets left."  She opened her hand for Louisa's inspection.

 

"Well, then let's take our time and enjoy it," Louisa said, raising Kim's upturned palm to eye level.

 

The remaining man was the one who had originally threatened the girls when they first arrived in the camp.  He was 150 yards away in a breakneck sprint across the plain

 

Louisa flicked a finger and a plume of dust went up in front of the man-- she had shot the ground in front of him.  He zigged to the right.  Louisa flicked her finger again, and a plume on his opposite side made him zag left.   Louisa giggled, "I can make him to do whatever I want!"

 

Kim giggled as well.  Flicking a bullet of her own, she parted his hair and made him help in fear.

 

"I can't stand the anticipation any longer," Louisa admitted.  She flicked a fourth bullet, and a red splotch appeared in one arm.  He yelped in pain.  At the sound of his pain and fear, Kim felt her nipples harden a bit. 

 

"Shows you what you get for being an asshole to us!" Kim shouted.

 

The remaining half dozen bullets Louisa crumpled into a ball.  The ball was so large that it made a deep thud when she flicked it off her friend’s palm.  When he their target hit the ground, he was nearly in two pieces.

 

"That was awesome!" Louisa gloated.  "Here, let me show you something back at that camp."  The two girls ran back towards the canyon, bounding off the edge.  Kim squeezed in a free-fall pirouette during her six-story descent to the bottom.

 

"Cocaine," Louisa indicated, as they entered the canvas hut.  She pointed to three saran-wrapped bricks of white powder.  Each brick was a foot long and weighed about five pounds.  "I'm sure we can find a way to have some fun with this stuff."