Written by Akane :: [Wednesday, 11 October 2017 19:29] Last updated by :: [Saturday, 18 January 2020 15:58]
It’s the year 2293 AD. The world has rapidly transformed into something completely different, and frankly, marvellous. Most people on Earth live in city-states confined to the coast of each continent and the heart of the mainland is mostly populated by Enhanceds working on farms and factories to sustain the population, although there still are jobs for regular human beings. For example, being part of the police. This story is about two buddy cops that happen to be in a really extraordinary situation. One of them is a simple human, but the other one is a stunning Super Goddess. For the last almost 300 years Super Goddesses have become an almost mundane thing, by now there are at least twenty of them, including the original ones that appeared in the 21st century because, as we all know, Super Goddesses can't die or get older. Wouldn't that be funny? Literal, magical omnipotent gods, dying, what a joke that would be.
It was nine o’clock in the morning and José Gómez was reading the news on his biological watch. Everyone had a machine with a lot of useful apps implanted under their skin that could display holograms of text, pictures and videos from the Internet at any given time and place, except those which possessed inhibitors. Earth's science had advanced a great deal, most diseases had been cured already with the exception of the new ones that would inevitably keep appearing and while world peace hadn’t been achieved yet, most ‘nations’ got along pretty well with each other in an elaborate trade network between city states. Long travel distances were not a problem anymore since a lot of Enhanceds could just teleport their passengers to anywhere they wanted, 3D printing became the norm for production lines and resource exploitation was handled better. Both human and Enhanced crime however, had not disappeared yet and people needed protection. Oh and the people of Nueva Caracas had very competent guardians indeed.
José Gómez was a tall, well-built, muscular man with curly black hair concealed under a blue police hat. He had a light brown skin and a strong jawline covered in a 3-day beard, his almond eyes were protected from the dawn's blinding light by a pair of stylish sunglasses. His powerful arms were suited for manual labor but surprisingly he wasn't the strongest person in his unit, not by a long shot. His 193 cm frame leaned on the hood of his patrol car, an uncharacteristically old unit that was considered by many on the force as little better than scrap. It still used gasoline, unlike the newer patrol spheres which run on solar energy. But he loved the car, it was a classic.
“Mmm, at this pace she will be late. Weird, this never takes her more than one minute.” José pondered while looking at his holographic chronometer. A powerful sonic boom travelled across the coast. People took cover and trees were shaken as the water was literally torn apart. A trench began forming, giving way to the fastest thing on Earth.
Then she made her grand entrance, surfing the waves at speeds no vehicle or projectile could ever reach. They were face to face before José could even stop the chronometer, walking over the water under the pier he had been waiting at. A total of 59 seconds, that was the exact time it displayed. It was like she was taunting him for thinking she couldn't make it in under a minute.
Everyone started cheering on the person that had just arrived. She was a worldwide celebrity after all, and there was little to no people that didn't love her. This woman was literally perfect in all the meanings of the word. She just stood there and smiled at the crowd, flaunting her pristine pearly whites and making her waterwalking look casual.
She was Paula Estévez, a Super Goddess, an all-powerful being with baffling powers that had no limits. She was born this way, better than everyone else; infinitely stronger, faster, prettier and more intelligent, oh, and she could also bend reality with a mere thought. She was unbeatable and could do whatever she wanted without repercussions. But women like this had already been commonplace for centuries and Paula was one of the pioneers, being born in the year 2039 qualified her as the sixth Super Goddess. She was 254 years old at this point but she still looked as young as an eighteen year old, her beauty preserved through time, a dimension that she could easily toy with. Paula had also decided to work as a police officer in her native city and everyone knew her as an upholder of the law for the last two centuries or so. That was another strange thing about the Super Goddesses, even when each one of them had the power to conquer and destroy the Universe, most of them decided to live on Earth and have normal jobs and hobbies. They liked to form emotional bonds with normal people and were extremely empathetic and good natured, to the relief of Earth's population.
“That was way faster than I thought it’d be,” Gómez said, smiling while showing his perfect white teeth.
“I know, I read your mind and thought to myself ‘No way he is beating me at my game’ and then I chose the brand as fast as I could.” Her voice was one of the most beautiful sounds in the universe, only comparable to the ones of other Super Goddesses. It was like a chorus of heavenly valkyries chanted in unison and created a unified stream that came out of her mouth.
The stunning goddess started levitating, easily defying the laws of physics once again and then landed on the pier. She was carrying a cup of japanese ramen on her hand.
“I could have done it in the time it would have taken the employee at the convenience store to understand that I wanted to buy the ramen but I stood around for a bit this time. I wanted to taste a new flavour and you see, I had to make a lot of calculations to find the one I was really looking for. I present to you, curry flavoured ramen!” It was the truth, Super Goddesses had such a powerful brain that they could process in less than a second the information that all the super computers on Earth couldn't in decades. And she was only trying to decide which food she wanted as her morning snack. The goddesses didn't need to eat to live but they liked doing it anyway, and no matter what they ate they wouldn't gain weight either.
“You know that you don't need to go to Tokyo every morning just to get ramen, don't you? You could just create it.”
“Out of thin air, yes. But you see, I’m a show-off and It's the perfect excuse to stretch my legs!” she casually commented on travelling to Japan and back in less than a minute.
All the people around them fell instantly in love with Paula, her mere presence was erotic enough to steal all the attention from both males and females at the beach. Her powerful pheromones, which she produced naturally, had everyone lusting for her and she knew it, however she was there to protect and serve, not to be eye candy.
People had a reason for being so infatuated with her though. Even when spotting Paula in Nueva Caracas was not rare, every time you saw her was as magical as the first. No poet has proper words to describe Paula’s beauty as she walked towards the car with her cop buddy, clicking her heels, but I will try my best.
She was 197 cm tall and her legs were neverending, sculpted like chiseled marble and with very noticeable calfs. Paula's skin was tan, par for the course for a latina born in Venezuela like her, of a shade that resembled caramel and made her look even more exotic and delicious. Her juicy thighs ended in wide hips befitting of the most breedable creature in the universe and her big booty attracted looks everywhere she went. It was enormous and begged to be slapped but, as with the rest of her, you could also see a small hint of perfect anatomy and athleticism. Her body was tender, soft and cuddly but also solid and slightly muscular, which wasn't necessary anyway considering the unlimited strength she was born with.
Her waist was so tiny it was almost non-existent, it was something that you could have seen in one of those fashionista dolls little girls loved that promoted impossible beauty standards for women. Paula however was no normal woman, her unrealistic proportions were a common sight between Super Goddesses.
What followed were a juicy pair of giant breasts barely contained by her sexy clothes, magnificent melons that weren't affected by gravity and bounced whenever she moved, hypnotizing everyone that dared to look at them. However, while humongous and flawlessly shaped, her boobs weren't as big as the ones found on a few other Super Goddesses, although to be honest there were some of them that looked like literal cows with udders and all. Paula, for a goddess, had quite the tight body of work, a symptom of her energetic and spunky personality.
While the rest of the police force in the city wore a white shirt and shorts because of the heat, she had decided to use a uniquely designed blue jumpsuit instead, with an unbuttoned cleavage, no sleeves and black leather boots with high heels. Her star earrings constantly glowed, giving her some kind of mystical appeal. Her clothes were not officially sanctioned but she still got her way because who would say no to the will of a goddess? Not the police chief, that's for sure.
Her old timey and stylish police hat covered her lustrous hair, which looked like it came from a shampoo ad. It was blonde, almost golden, and it beautifully clashed with her skin. Many thought she had given herself that hair color with her powers, though in truth it was all natural. Her face was sexy and delicious, only rivaled by other Super Goddesses. The government of Nueva Caracas had stated in the past that it was dangerous to look at her flawless features for too long because you could actually lose your sanity; plump lips made for kissing, a cute nose and golden predator eyes, pools of knowledge and magic that no gem held a candle against. Truly a sex goddess in flesh.
The incredible woman clung to her shorter partner's arm and giggled like a schoolgirl. José wasn't used to how sweet and lovely she was even when they had been a duo for a decade by now. However, for José, Paula was kinda like a stepmother, his mentor in life from whom he had learnt a lot. She had been the main inspiration for him to become a cop since he was a child, and now he had the privilege to share a car with her in his patrols. José blushed and before getting in the car both were struck by a barrage of flashes from the paparazzi, who wanted to take a piece of the cake and photograph one of the world's most important celebrities, the Super Goddess. However, no picture appeared in their devices for the goddess vanished them with a thought, not wanting to be on the frontpage of some stupid tabloid. Paula just wanted a quiet life and a simple police job. As soon as both entered the car she winked at José, and, with the windows closed, she leaned towards him, putting her tremendous buttocks against the glass and kissed him, using her tongue in the process. It was José's favorite moment of the day. They weren't boyfriend and girlfriend but they had a very loose relationship based on confidence and love. Gómez actually respected Paula for her personality and answered to her love responsibly, unlike other men in the force that only desired her for her bombastic body or who feared her power. Paula knew this, she could easily read their intent without even looking into their minds thanks to her superior empathy. They rubbed their bodies inside the car while kissing until they suddenly stopped out of the blue, Paula smiled tenderly.
“Wow, that was great! Did you miss me while I was out?” Gómez was still lost in the vortex of warm feelings inside his heart. Her kisses were majestic, as expected from a goddess. He tried to regain his composure, still blushing, and attempted to act somewhat professionally, though a giggle escaped his lips regardless.
“Perhaps. Come on, we gotta start patrolling.” José knew that should Paula want it, she could put all the city's criminals in jail with a single snap of her delicate and well manicured fingers. However, she really enjoyed doing her job everyday, to go on little adventures with her friend, and that was a good sign. Even with her omnipotence she still was somehow as human as the rest.
Gómez started the car and Paula slurped her favorite new ramen, eating at such a speed that she could have finished the entire meal in a few sips. Somehow the bottom of the cup never appeared so she kept devouring the noodles for a while, blissfully unaware of the fact that her powerful subconscious had made the ramen inside the cup infinite. Such were the abilities of someone who didn't have any limits. It came as no surprise to her partner, who was used to her brutal cravings of food and other unhealthy habits, thought they had no effect on her perfect figure anyway, as her metabolism was as perfect as the rest of her.
It didn’t take long for Gómez to retrieve a little notebook out of the glove compartment while they waited for traffic to resume. Paula knew what he was about to do, it had become a custom of them for the last two years or so. Gómez would look for very specific and obscure piece of information on the Internet and the next day he would ask Paula questions about it to try and find a breach in her infinite wisdom and intelligence. It was to no avail but he kept trying, thinking that maybe someday he would catch her off guard and claim a little victory for mankind. For now all his attempts had been useless. This time José asked her a lot of questions while she ate her breakfast, questions about very specific scientific stuff, history facts about small regions in other countries, the number of inhabitants of rural villages in Europe that no one knew about, really difficult math problems that she answered without even needing to do the calculations on paper. It was futile, there was no knowledge that escaped her limitless scope. Paula's mind, just like her body, was superpowered. Super Goddesses were the most intelligent beings in the Universe by far and most of them, including the cute latina policewoman, were masters in all the sciences and arts and, as they grew older, they absorbed even more knowledge like sponges, plus all the extra life experience that being around for hundreds of years tends to give you. Gómez was starting to believe she was omniscient given how he couldn’t find a single hole in her defense.
“Ok then, unless you are reading the answer with your X-Ray vision you can't know the answer to this one, it's impossible!” Paula laughed at his ignorance. “What was the name and profession of one of my male ancestors? He was born in 1812 and died in 1875.”
“Easy. His name was Hector and he was a farmer! If only you knew how many people from history I have met. He was pretty proud to know his descendant became a policeman four centuries later! Nice try though!” He grunted, defeated, as it was the truth. Paula stuck her tongue out at José, mocking him, behaving like a child despite being more than two centuries older than him.
“I can time-travel sweetie.”
“That's not fair.”
“Maybe …” she proudly said, almost singing her words. “We have to patrol though. Keep an eye on the street, see if we can find someone in need of a good punishment.”
The city lights were still on, displaying a futuristic metropolis of big blocky buildings covered in neon billboards that illuminated the windows of the car. Both watched the sea, bathed in the soft orange light coming from the sun. José felt lost while admiring Paula's beauty, her radiant presence was diminishing his concentration. Fortunately, they would run into some criminals soon, they just needed to enter the worst neighborhood in the city. It was dangerous, dirty and smelled horrible, though Gómez felt safer in the company of a goddess. The houses were painted in vibrant colors, so they wouldn’t scare tourists.
In front of them, two ruffians were trying to rob a woman that was carrying her baby. “Give us the money and we might let you live!” They threatened their lives with knives and the woman, although poor and scared was ready to surrender all the content in her purse so they would leave them alone. Unfortunately, there was not much to steal and the thieves became very angry. “That can't be everything bitch! Come on, hand off the rest or die!” He was about to stab the woman before a grimace of pure fear appeared on his face. Paula was looking at him from the the car, directly into his eyes, her pupils now those of a tiger. Thanks to her intimidating vision, his nervous system was struck by a sudden overdose of terror. He was about to pee in his pants and started to sweat profusely, feeling cold for some reason. He didn't drop the knife though, he wanted to get out with the money and escape the police. The situation had escalated too fast for his taste, so he tried to thrust the weapon into the woman's stomach. A bullet suddenly crossed the street to prevent such an attempt. José had used his well-known marksmanship skills to shoot the knife away from the thief's hand with his pistol. The poor bastard fell to his knees, grabbing his hand and screaming like a pig about to be killed in the slaughterhouse. The pain of losing a bit of meat when the bullet hit him was too much for a street rat like him.
“Good job Gómez!” exclaimed Paula, congratulating him on his shooting abilities.
“That's what I trained for baby!”
Suddenly the other guy took the woman by the neck and reached for the gun in his pocket, the baby started crying HARD. “If you don't let me go, the woman dies!” Before he could do anything, his gun flew out of his grasp, falling to the ground ten feet away from him. Paula had shot at his hand with an imaginary firearm, copying her partner, though with her power ‘nothing’ had become a very real bullet that came out of her finger. She blew on her nail ‘cannon’ and smoke came out of it.
“I’ve been training too!” both cops giggled at the failed hostage situation. In less than a second Paula teleported behind them and quickly overpowered the criminals, using her unopposable strength to put their arms behind their backs and then cuffed them. Following suit with the typical police protocol, she threw them like sacks of feathers into the back seats of the car, Gómez then asked for their documentation. Their expression was one of absolute defeat. They knew they were going to jail for assault and attempted murder, no one could escape a Super Goddess.
However, a little problem arose. “The car isn’t starting. It's toast …” No matter what José tried, the car just wouldn't work. A sliver of hope was quickly manifested in the faces of the criminals.
“Ugh, I told you that this car is an old piece of junk, not only does it break down all the time but I also have to create gasoline for it work. If you could just use a vehicle that at least runs on an energy source that still exists I would tolerate the constant need of repairs. “
“I know, I know, maybe this time I’ll consider replacing this old beauty.” Gómez caressed the bodywork, he was legitimately sad. He didn't know what the nature of the breakdown was, but it was likely to be the last one. The engine had stopped working altogether, and he didn't think that Paula was eager about fixing it again, even when engineering existed in her impossibly vast ocean of skills.
“It can't be helped. Get in the car, I will tow it to the police station, then we can jail these crooks!” he obeyed and sat in the front, then a creaking noise came from the car's rear. The thieves were scared and screamed a little but José calmed then down.
“Shhh, she's towing us.”
With her prodigious strength Paula used her slender and perfect arms to lift the entire back of the car, her hands denting the sides a little, even when she was trying her best not to damage Gomez's baby. He didn't panic though, he had gotten used to the kind of miracles that she constantly performed. She followed by putting the entire weight of the car on her back, which for her was nothing, and then she balanced the 2 metric tons on her palms, lifting the entire thing. Paula Éstevez, the latina Super Goddess jumped into the air and just like that started flying, travelling through the city's skyline while carrying a police car. She wasn't in a rush at all so she didn't need to speed up a lot, making it a comfy ride. Everyone that saw the scene from below knew it was Paula and they cheered on her, knowing she had caught a new criminal. She was a heroine for the people of Nueva Caracas. In the meantime José played with the steering wheel like he was driving in the sky.
Paula landed with the car next to the police station's garage and tried to place it on the road as gently as she could. José came out of the car and took a look at their prisoners, they had fainted and one of them even vomited. He had to fight back the revulsion he felt after witnessing that scene. “You are so going to pay for that too, you punks.” He then proceeded to forcefully take them out of the car.
The Super Goddess opened the building's doors with a bang, waltzing in like a popstar, enjoying all the attention from everyone and heating the place with her erotic smell and dashing looks. She was followed by her partner, who was looking after the criminals they had just caught. All the men in the room smiled, knowing they were lucky to have the goddess in their presence. Paula made another flashy display and combed her glorious golden locks in front of everyone, filling the room with particles of magical light. She was loved for her body and optimistic and flirty personality, she also always helped everyone in any way she could at the station, like a guardian angel. While José did the paperwork she reached the coffee machine and served herself. She started to drink gallons and gallons of the brown beverage without worrying about it running out, it simply kept pouring into her perfect mouth. When she finished she licked her juicy lips, which looked like they had a natural gloss to them.
While men whistled and clapped at her shenanigans, most women in the station just silently oversaw the scene, jealous of how she was always stuffing her face with food without having to worry about her weight. Paula knew this, her powerful mind was able to read the feelings of everyone in the world at the same time and the people inside the building were no different, their thoughts were like open books for her but she tried not to abuse this power and give people a chance. She knew that normal humans had sudden bursts of emotions and that most of the time they wouldn't think the horrible things they thought if they weren't angry, or sad. Today she felt a mix of male desire and female envy, especially coming from one of the prettiest new girls in the force. At this point most of her female co-workers understood that they were inferior and didn't try to compete with Paula, instead opting to become her friends. Some even had the secret hope of getting Enhanced by her if she liked them enough. Penelope, the new receptionist, a rather beautiful redhead with glasses and a voluptuous figure but no breasts at all wasn't fully aware of Paula's unusual set of skills.
“Who does she think she is? Always drawing attention to herself, what a skank. I don't care if she is a Super Goddess or whatever, she could be more humble. I mean, you shouldn't be treated better just because you have big boobs!” the angry redhead thought to herself while observing Paula's majestic body.
Then a magical stream of whispers interrupted her thoughts, Penelope could swear that voice belonged to … “Listen dear, I can hear what you think, everyone here knows it.” Apparently Paula made it so everyone else could listen to their mental conversation, causing many of them to giggle at the expense of the newbie. “So I would prefer that you had the decency to tell me what you think of me to the face. I won't bite, I promise.”
“B-but how? I mean, how can you …?” Penelope was having an awful deja vu, like she was experiencing something out of that old novel from the 20th century, 1984, or that short horror story ‘It's a good life’ that had been adapted many times in the past, where an all-powerful being had his whole hometown under control and they had to obey and and treat him with the respect of a God to the point of not even thinking bad things about him. She was terrified.
“Don't worry, I'm not a tyrant. I just think that we could be friends if you knew me better, but still, if you are so jealous of my tits I can lend you a hand with your problem!” Paula started to morph Penelope's body with her mind, orchestrating her little prank while making her fingers dance. Suddenly the redhead felt a pressure on her chest and, as easy as that, with everyone watching, her breasts started to grow at an alarming rate, eventually surpassing Paula's. Penelope's bra couldn't contain her humongous new jugs and eventually exploded. She panicked and ran away, directly into the women's restroom. Her boobs still grew for a while until they looked more like udders and her nipples started to leak a considerable quantity of milk. Fortunately, this secondary effect was only temporary. Paula and half of the station had a hearty laugh at the scene and then she crossed her legs and arms while waiting for her partner. Paula was a good person and didn't try to control people at all, but she also was a playful trickster and liked to prank the new girls. In fact, she thought she did her a favor, now she had beautiful giant tits to complete her hourglass figure. There was no reason to be jealous anymore!
Gómez came out of the chief's office and gestured her to come with his finger, Paula followed him and sat in front of the chief with his partner. He knew that even if he had authority over his underling, she was still a Super Goddess and he had to treat her with respect and let her do what she wanted. Trying his hardest not to be nervous around her imposing presence he twirled his mustache and spoke. “Let's get to the point, shall we? We have been tracking down some narcos. They have set their base of operations in a building at the outskirts of the city. I'm sure Paula has already read where in my mind.”
“Perfect. What I want you to do is to arrest those criminals and their leader, Ortega. After that you confiscate the drugs. They are armed to the teeth with military technology they have stolen from the Amazonian Militia and are not afraid to use it. They’re a dangerous threat, backed by the money of the biggest cartel in the continent. I know you will solve the problem with ease but still, take care, eh?”
“Okay,” answered Gómez, he felt confident in his skills but Paula 100% guaranteed of their safety and success. She didn't answer, already talking with the police chief inside his mind, her golden eyes glowing with anticipation. They had powerful new weapons, she could stomp them and humiliate them like the lowly criminals they were.
Both cops headed out of the chief's office and Paula, who was a fashionista, got tired of her current appearance and suddenly her clothes become more akin to those of a sakimori from 23rd century Tokyo. A small group of ultipotent Enhanceds that Empress Shizuka, another Super Goddess, created to protect the whole nation. Their outfits started as very traditional and samurai-like but eventually they got standardized to evoke police officers from the 20th century, since people reacted better to them. She had grown used to seeing them on her morning trips to buy ramen. Her hair automatically got styled into two very childish orange pigtails and her skin tone became lighter.
“They won't recognize who I am with this little makeup!”
The old car was unusable until Paula decided to restore it and she wasn't in the mood for that so they had to use an official patrol sphere to travel to their destination. It was far faster and more ecological than the car and José noticed it. He started getting the hang of it while driving but it was like controlling a rocket. He clearly wasn’t used to it which made Paula giggle as she guided his hand with hers. “There, there. You got this.” This particular model was the newest one and it was designed with Enhanceds in mind so he didn’t have the intelligence and reflexes needed to properly push it to its limits. He made sure to never kick into second gear, the first one was hard enough to handle. Fortunately he was a sharp guy and that allowed him to quickly adapt and learn but it was still a pain to try and dodge the traffic at that speed.
“Well, what do you think of my latest invention?” Paula smiled smugly. Super Goddesses were scientists and inventors that helped mankind progress, but they did it in small doses and when they felt like it. Dr. Estévez in particular had recently created the perfect flying vehicle for civilian use that worked only with clean fuels.
“Perhaps a bit too fast but you always go overboard with power stuff!” He yelled while trying not to hit the other vehicles.
“Oh, now It's gonna be my turn to go overboard, don't worry,” she winked. Both knew what that meant.
Eventually they reached the outskirts of the city and tall buildings progressively became less common. The cartel had installed itself in a poor area filled with small houses of people that couldn't afford to live in the metropolitan part of the city state. It was the perfect place to hide illegal operations, especially the really clean community building that towered over the others. It was too modern and matched with the chief's description, it was obvious that they were cooking the drugs in there.
“Care if I go before you?” Gómez asked. “I want to know what we are facing, also, I would like to be the hero for once.” He was obviously trying to impress her.
“Fine by me, I'll wait for your signal and then I will enter with my personal arsenal, okay?”
She watched Gómez as he stepped out of the sphere and walked down a path with trees to their side, and then she patiently waited for him. It was a simple mission, they couldn't knew he was coming and they still had to assure the place was the correct one. Of course, Paula could instantly know these things with her zoom and x-ray visions but where was the fun of doing detective work while cheating? At least that was her train of thought, even when she sometimes used her powers to arrest criminals. Did that make her a hypocrite? Well, if that was really the case, no one had the guts to tell her that.
Gómez was taking too long and Paula became worried so she flew out of the car and floated around to investigate. José was definitely inside of the big white building, which was guarded by evil looking men in suits, some of them carried weapons and had terrifying scars on their faces. Paula had to intervene, Gómez was in danger. She descended and gently walked towards the door, clicking her heels and alarming the mobsters, who took out their weapons, just to start cackling when they saw the pretty supermodel with big breasts cosplaying as a foreign traffic police officer that was in front of them.
“Hey there cutie, you shouldn't be hanging around here, this place is forbidden.” His smile was clearly one of mockery, they were all trying to contain their laughter and hide their erections at such an unexpected visit.
“We could make an exception though, if, let's say, you fancied accompanying us for a bit?” added another ugly thug, licking his lips in anticipation. Paula read his mind, there were rape-related thoughts in it.
“But this is the place I should be at. I'm a cop and I'm about to raid your base after all.” She confidently put her hands on her hips and stood in a rather dignified pose. And then Paula cheated once again, using her magical eyes to see through the walls of the building. It was necessary, she needed to know if José was still alive. He was tied to a chair and the criminals were beating him up with a wooden stick. He was bleeding. Paula instantly stopped smiling and put on a really intimidating face, after that she showed them her police badge. The laughter stopped. “You are all under arrest. The drugs will be confiscated, also I will release the captive agent you have inside there and you cannot do anything about it, don't stand in my way or there will be the consequences.”
“How does she know that …?” The thugs were totally taken by surprise.
“And how do you plan to do that you crazy bitch? You won't get out of here alive, I always wanted to fuck an unconscious cop chick, you will make a good first time!” The ugly man charged and punched her…to no effect, just to find that he had uper-cutted her enormous boobs with his fist and now he was trapped between them. They were extremely soft and pillowy but for some reason he couldn't release his right hand from their grip.
“W-what? Let me go!” He was desperate, trying to free himself from her breasts with all his strength but Paula didn't let him. Instead, she started moving her boobs and thanks to her miraculous strength his entire body started spinning in circles, prey to the power of her mighty tits. The latina Super Goddess grew bored fast and let him go, causing him to land miles away.
“Come on, try with everything you've got! I kinda want to punish you all for hurting my friend.” A barrage of bullets didn't take long to hit Paula's perfect body, some of them used handguns and others used semi-automatic rifles and shotguns. Bear in mind that this, being the future, was a time in which weapons were far more advanced and powerful than in the 21st century. As a result, the ones that were being used against Paula hit harder than a tank shell when they exploded against her perfect skin. Despite this, she was unfazed and still had that serious expression on her face. She slowly walked towards them, the bullets feeling like drizzle to her. They were desperate and she could see that in their eyes, they had come to realize that she was the infamous Super Goddess from the Nueva Caracas Police Department and they were pretty much fucked. “Your weapons are so weak and pathetic.”
The Goddess disappeared and the bodies of the gangsters suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious. Paula's body appeared out of lightspeed with one of the rifles in her hands. She twisted the metal it was made of, which couldn't resist the might of her dainty fingers. After it had completely melted, she threw it away. With a calculated and deliberate push with her palm she slowly destroyed the entrance to the building, a big metal door made to let war vehicles through. It was like liquid for her, molding to her hand as she kept getting deeper. “I am justice! And I'm knocking at your door!“ she boasted, empowered by her pride, trying to demoralize the criminals inside. But, before Paula could get through, she felt a warm sensation on her back, and then it happened again, and again, consecutively.
There were snipers hidden between the trees around the warehouse. They were using high-tech weapons prohibited by the city government, stolen military technology, really gaudy laser anti-tank sniper rifles that hit like a truck. Each time her back received an impact, everything trembled around her. If her estimations were right, these weapons could easily turn a building into rubble, but for her, it was like a comfortable massage. Paula turned and instantly deduced where they were, she inhaled for a bit and then puckered her delicious crimson lips, sending a death kiss to the assassins. The wind became extremely violent all of a sudden, like she was blowing an entire hurricane out of her mouth. Most trees around her were uprooted, and the bodies of the defeated thugs and the things that weren't held by something heavy enough were lifted and thrown around by the might of the gale created in her lungs. The snipers found themselves being skinned alive by the powerful winds so they had to escape, unable to resist the power generated by a pair of feminine lips.
“Can I continue doing my job now?” the metal door actually ended up falling apart by itself and many men, among them those who were torturing José, ran in terror, absolutely scared of the goddess's infinite power and abandoning the facility just to save their miserable lives. She would get them later, now the priority was saving her friend and catching Ortega.
José was locked in a cell, presumably used for extracting information and torture. Apparently the security system in the wall required a password to enter, a feminine voice surprised Paula. “Enter password.” The system asked for 19 digits, how annoying.
“Listen dear, could you open the door for me, pretty please?” Paula winked at the machine, magically bending reality with her will again.
“B-but I'm not supposed to let you pass, t-the boss will be angry if I do…” the female voice in the machine started stuttering like she was a living being with real emotions.
“I’ll deal with that okay? Now I need you to help me free my friend!” she always had the greatest time engaging in a conversation with inanimate objects and giving them life and feelings with utter ease
“W-well, you promise I won't get punished for this?”
“Of course you won't sweetie. Open the door now, pretty please!”
“O-okay!” the system was bypassed just like that and the door unlocked itself. Who says you can't win a speech check against a machine?
Paula took no time at all in untying her beloved friend. She caressed him slowly and gently with her hand and his wounds instantly healed like nothing had ever happened.
“What took you so long?” Gómez joked at the expense of the superpowered cop.
“Pfff, I won't let you go alone ever again, you are such a troublemaker.” she sighed. “I'm going to capture the boss. Call for backup so they can close off this place.” Her partner nodded and stormed out of the place, ready to ask for reinforcements, not that Paula really needed them.
When she got out of the cell her heightened senses predicted an attack. She quickly reacted, catching the enemy's powerful fist between two of her immovable fingers. The attacker frantically struggled against her otherworldly might. Paula liked what she saw. It was the boss of the cartel, Ortega, he was mounted in a 15 foot tall stolen military mech, a powerful machine with cutting edge servos built to handle weights of several dozen tons. The same arm that was supposed to lift that weight was absolutely trapped without escape and the metal screeched as Ortega tried to free himself from her grasp.
“Why won't you die bitch?!”
“Because my duty is to send bad people like you to jail.” No more good cop Paula, now she was in serious mode. This guy was the boss of a cartel that ruined the livelihoods of a lot of people in the capital and tried to hurt her friend José, which was unforgivable. “And your weak robotic suit isn't going to beat me so you can surrender now. Maybe you can spare yourself the pain.”
“You cops will never get me alive!” He was desperate, he knew she was a Super Goddess but he had come too far and it was too late for redemption. He used the other servo to try and punch Paula but the policewoman grabbed the gigantic robot arm with ease and tore it apart with a simple motion. The boss couldn't believe it, how could there be so much strength in such a small package? It practically defied the laws of physics.
“You are under arrest!” Paula let the mech go and it pathetically stumbled, falling into a pile of crates and breaking them. The boss stared in awe at the only servo left, molten by the contact with her two fingers. It tried to get up but the Super Goddess tackled it with the goofiest of smiles on her cute face, sending it through the wall and destroying the machine, now completely unusable. Ortega felt blood coming out of his mouth and head, he had apparently crashed against the cockpit's glass.
Both were now out of the building and Paula put her foot on the mech's torso so it couldn't get up. It was completely beaten and all its systems were short-circuited at this point though so it was a sign of absolute dominance more than anything else. She smirked, transforming back into her usual appearance in front of the confused drug lord, who inevitably passed out from the pain.
Paula reunited with Gómez and a few minutes passed until a fully prepared unit of the police arrived to the scene. The unconscious members of the cartel were arrested and brought under police custody and the chief congratulated both agents for their great work and gave them the rest of the day off. It was truly an impressive task to dismantle such a big network of drug dealers so quickly like it was nothing, but for Paula it had no real significance, she didn't even need to use an infinitesimal amount of her power.
José stared at Paula's incredible beauty and had to get his concerns out of his chest. “Paula, sorry for fucking up back there. I didn't want to worry you, but it seems that they were expecting us. We should have gone together.”
She was sitting on a wall and chewing on some gum she had just created from nothing while wearing her favorite sunglasses with a calm and bored expression on her face. “Don’t worry. It all worked out in the end, right?” She formed a bubble with her mouth and kept making it bigger until it reached about a kilometer in diameter. Everyone in Nueva Caracas was able to see the gigantic pink sphere in the sky. Then it popped, silencing the entire city for a few seconds.
“If you mean me being rescued like a princess by the knight in shining armor that you are, then yes, you could say that, hahahaha!” His laugh tried to cover the harsh reality that he felt a little bit emasculated by his insurmountably superior partner.
“You are a great agent and an outstanding man and I couldn't ask for a better partner, you just had a little bit of bad luck today okay? Now, what about we spend our day off together?” she took his hand and he instantly felt better. “In bed …” the goddess whispered in his ear with a sultry and seductive tone of voice.
Gomez's mood suddenly changed, he instantly became horny like a hormonal teenager.
“Fine by me…”
“Then let's go …” looking at him with obvious bedroom eyes, she lifted her partner into a bridal carry.
Paula floated with him in her mighty arms and flew into the distance, not before giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. Unlike other Super Goddesses, Paula didn’t have a harem just for herself, she was extremely slutty but still monogamous. And she was completely in love with Gómez now.
What a lucky bastard, he was the friend with benefits of a Super Goddess.