The Psyklosi Conquest
Written by Dru1076 :: [Friday, 12 April 2019 08:57] Last updated by :: [Monday, 15 April 2019 08:26]
(Big thanks to OmniScibbler)
The seventh Planet of the Psyklos-2756 system teemed with activity 179 hours a day, 22489 days a year. The vast ugly globe, forged in an inner orbit close to its star, had been flung to its present location billions of years ago. Ever since it's massive gravity had eaten up precious minerals from the systems icy outer reaches. The comets were much rarer now, which was a good thing for the industrious race of humanoid aliens who had discovered and named this star system just four decades ago. Already they had stripped thirty percent of the surface with their huge mining equipment and swarming numbers.
It wasn't that the Psyklosi had no imagination when it came to names. But when your civilization reaches a certain technological level, you suddenly find yourself colonizing star systems at a hectic pace. One day someone might find the time to give Psyklos2756 a proper name. But it was unlikely. The miners didn't care much for the planet they were ravaging, and they were the only ones there. Across the globe, men worked their stations, operated their machinery, and dreamed of getting off this rock.
It hadn't been her first stop. She'd come out of her wormhole in a quiet uninhabited part of the galaxy. However, when Vicki explored the Psyklosi empire with her mind she had found something that made this particular mining world the most interesting place in the whole galaxy. She had chosen this particular galaxy as her next conquest for a reason, and the highest concentration of that reason was to be found on Psyklos2756-7.
This was not her first trip into the realms beyond her home world's known universe, so she was not at all surprised to see that the Psyklosi were humans. She didn't know why, but every single alien empire she had conquered so far had been races of humans with only minor, if any, visible physical differences to ordinary citizens of Earth. Her presence went undetected while she floated in space working out how to get what she wanted out of this giant mine scarred planet.
The minds of these alien people were easy to read, and after a cursory two-second scan Vicki knew each and every individual on the planet better than they knew themselves. They were, for the most part, a bunch of egotistical macho assholes. There were very few women, in the kitchen and the laundry, mostly in the brothel. It was clear this culture kept their women as second class citizens, something Vicki quickly confirmed as she did a data dump of the empire's strangely inefficient computer systems. She now knew their history, their culture, their laws, and even the individual credit levels of every citizen empire-wide.
She could have taken what she wanted from this world quite quickly and easily, but not without killing all the aliens working labouriously on its surface. Vicki was prepared to do just that if necessary, but she would begin this war as she did all the others: by giving them fair warning. If she didn't give this race of brutal aliens fair warning, they wouldn't be able to dig in and strengthen their defenses. If they didn't get fully riled up they wouldn't provide her with enough entertainment. Like every other race of humanoid aliens Vicki had visited thus far in her grand tour of the cosmos, these people were every bit as warlike as the ones on Earth… so Vicki was confident they would provide a lot of entertainment.
However, showing off her obscenely powerful abilities on the battlefield was to be her second priority. Instead of going straight to the most powerful leader and goading them into war, Vicki's first conversation in this galaxy was with Governor Shaquibbler Tyllius. The old but fearsome Psyklosi man was on duty in the command center, busily discussing who was responsible for a bottleneck at one of his diamond mines. Eventually, they would get around to actually fixing the problem, but that didn't seem to be their first priority.
The command center was set up in the Psyklosi equivalent of a demountable construction site office. It was in fact just a huge spacecraft that would often remain in orbit during mining operations. But this world was unusually rich, and if a job was going to require years rather months it was more efficient to run everything from the surface. At least, it was now that they had mastered gravity neutralizing field generators. Worlds like this massive planet had immense gravity, and to work on the surface as they did would crush them flat without them.
Smiling, Vicki fixed her small, painfully sexy, dress up with some regal flourishes and adjusted her fishnets a little to suit her more upper-class look. Then she flew down toward Governor Tyllius to introduce herself, coming to hover in front of the long tall window of the command centre main control room. She waited for all eyes to turn her way, then tested their reactions to her appearance by shifting her hands to her hips and subtly pushing out her magnificent breasts. Even though her true was disguised behind a more mortal visage, Vicki's vanity never allowed her to completely normalize her godlike sex appeal. She didn't need to read their minds or use her remarkable piercing eyes to know they were all rock hard for her. She floated there, giving them a knowing confident smile while they drank in her shamelessly displayed physical perfection.
His stern words trailed off as Tyllius looked up and his consciousness became slowly yet utterly and completely enthralled with of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen floating 800 metres in the air, her puzzling presence inexplicable to all witnesses. Everything about her being there was impossible. She levitated outside in the freezing toxic atmosphere, fully exposed to the immense gravity without any visible support, and almost entirely naked. The improbability of her presence was lost to him, and to all others whose eyes focused for too long on her befuddling beauty. He was instantly harder than he'd been in his whole life, and he began to tremble with rapidly increasing lust. The more his eyes explored her, the more he found that pleased them.
Vicki laughed a little, and their heads turned in unison to watch her stretch luxuriously in the air and slowly roll as she drifted to the far right of the long window. She disappeared from their line of sight, but they all remained silent until the silence was ripped apart by the squealing of abused metal. Vicki pushed her hard nipples into the alien steel and the extra strong hull instantly caved in. Slowly and deliberately, Vicki stood on thin air with her hands on her hips and pushed herself into the room. The hull didn't stand a chance against her super powerful body and was rent asunder like wet cardboard by her super-hard, superstrong flesh.
Once inside, Vicki touched her naked feet to the cold floor one by one and stared them down while they struggled against equalizing air pressure. To prevent their otherwise inevitable deaths, Vicki repaired the wall without even bothering to check her work. She simply reached out with her thoughts and all the bent steel straightened, the tears stitched back together at a molecular level and healed seamlessly. Only one or two of the twenty men in the room noticed it happen because the rest were hypnotized by her entrancing and scandalously dressed body, utterly seduced by her extreme aura of sex and power. Vicki let the silence drag on for a moment until it became clear that even the governor was lost for words.
"I am Vicki. Now that I'm here, Governor Tyllius, this world belongs to me. I am declaring myself Queen of the Universe, and Psyklos is part of my empire. Kneel before me now and I will be merciful. Defy me, and face the unrestrained power of a god. Choose."
Her cold confident tone got him angry enough to shake off the fog of his arousal. How dare she, a bloody woman, stand before him and speak in such terms? How could a woman have the nerve to use a superior tone of voice with the Governor? How could… how… how could a woman look that beautiful? Is it really possible for breasts to make your cock snap to attention like that? He shook off his derailed train of thought and answered her with all the authority and dignity he could muster.
"This is… this planet… is… was declared… this… this planet is claimed by the Psyklosi Empire. I will… not! I will not kneel! No! I… uh… the… We. We do… we uh, have rules… we have laws… there are no women permitted to… permitted to enter functional areas of the mining operation. You… you are… are you? What? How?"
Vicki bit her lip and giggled at the confused man. She was actually going very easy on them considering how quickly she could seduce them if she wanted to. Half the men in the room lacked the physical fitness required to survive even the smallest slip of her true form.
"It's okay, Shaquibbler. Get a hold of yourself. You're going to be home soon, baby. When you get there, I want you to tell them all about me. Tell them what you see me do today. Tell them all about how I made you feel, Okay? And tell them that I'm coming to claim what is mine. Tell them I a, going to take everything, and that I don't think they can stop me. Tell them that… well… I'm gonna show you some stuff so you can fill them in. Before I do… tell me something Governor Tyllius… do you like my tits? I dunno… these seem okay, yeah? But sometimes I can't decide if they're too big, or too small… but I always think they could be better." She smiled and slyly swelled her breasts larger as her words drew all eyes to them, and made them radiate with a little more of her superhuman eroticism.
Tyllius was so determined to hold onto his composure that it near broke his mind. He could see her breasts gently fill out, something about them shifting… or was reality itself shifting around them… made them steadily more beautiful in various subtle ways that he could not describe. He could see her nipples tenting her thin tight dress, the sweeping cuts of which revealed to him a lot more gloriously erotic flesh than it hid, and he became an animal. A horny, ravenous, and cornered beast.
Vicki was actually a little surprised when the sixty-year-old man lunged forward aggressively and grabbed her naked shoulders, pulling his face into her cleavage and taking a deep breath. Either she had underestimated herself, or these creatures had very little self-control. She tilted her head as he and three other high ranking well educated Psyklosi men gorged on her irrationally sexy flesh with hungry lapping tongues and eager probing fingers. They lacked the strength to get under her strapless dress, but it was scandalously short and most of her midriff and all of her back was exposed for them. Vicki bit her lip and closed her eyes, her fingers sliding into her hair and massaging her scalp. They were completely enslaved by her already and she hadn't even applied any real heat. Her hard invulnerable body was enticing and alluring, and soft to the touch… but in short order, they were becoming frustrated with their efforts to get her down. Her stance appeared loose and relaxed, but they could not influence the movement of her limbs in any way. She swayed sweetly to the rhythm of her own contented desires as if they weren't there.
Tyllius was annoyed to discover the deep cut of her dress which exposed almost all of her cleavage did not open any wider when he tried to lick her breasts. The warm flesh felt soft and delectable and painfully erotic but he could not push his way deep enough to touch his tongue to her skin because there was so little give to her flesh. She was a warm statue of stone, despite her silky inviting texture. He had to taste her, and so he retreated and turned his head. He sniffed greedily at her scent and lapped at her, all the while still trying the push her down even though she completely ignored his ineffective effort and seemed lost within herself, teasing her hair and smiling with those plump seductive lips. It would have angered him if he was conscious enough to think about the power she had over him… and he would never normally share a woman. But he wasn't thinking about how demeaning it was to worship her perfect tits, or about how his underlings were out of order getting in on HIS action. All he could think about was fucking the brains out of this stunning woman.
Two more sets of hands joined in the exploration of her insanely hot body, and Vicki let herself savor their energized attentions for the moment. "Oh yes, fellas. That's it. I like that… mmmmm. Harder… can't you do better than that."
But of course, they couldn't do better, because they were already so fully committed. She suspected by their grunts and their heavy breathing, and when she opened her eyes and looked down at her devoted Psyklosi sex toys their red faces confirmed her fears. They were already using every ounce of strength, employing their full efforts, and yet their touches were light and feathery to her. She needed more from them than they could ever hope to offer. You only get out what you put in, she reminded herself.
Watching him closely as gnawed at her breast, Vicki smiled wickedly and raised a finger to the corner of her mouth as she always had when she was planning something naughty, and gently caressed Governor Tyllius's face with her free hand. Her touch was unnecessary but aided her focus, and by the time she was reaching both hands to gesture grandly at the rest of the room like she was casting out gold coins, Tyllius was a brand new man… super strong with stamina and resilience to match.
The moment Tyllius felt her gentle touch Vicki's supercharged healing powers rushed into his old frame, bringing him youth, health, and vitality then enhancing him to superhuman levels. As she ran her hand down the contours of his wrinkled face a tsunami of energy swamped his body, and magnificent new muscles quickly filled out his straightening frame ripping through his expensive clothes and tearing them to shreds. All around him the control room became filled with grown men, idealized and remade to suit their new Queen's needs.
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby? When I make use your muscles grow all super strong like that?"
All naked now, ready for her to harvest, Tyllius and his management team did not question their new physical power. They could only think of fucking her, and Vicki could only think how much more enjoyable it would be if they were better endowed. And so over the next three seconds, every one of her rock hard sex toys grew to a more appropriate dimension. Feeling more powerful than one of their mammoth mining machines, Tyllius cried out with unbridled lust and dove in hard to try again to press his face into her cleavage.
She'd done this particular trick so many times now she could do a whole room at once. There was a time she had to make finer physical changes like this to them one at a time. She was getting better at using her powers. A lot better. As usual, the astounding physical improvements went straight to the heads of her toys. But even though she was now much smaller than her massively muscled, super tough, Psyklosi toys… and even though they had been granted the raw strength of a thousand men each… there was no real change to the balance of power. They were able to make deeper impressions in her flesh, but not so much deeper that made much difference. At least… the situation seemed the same to them. For Vicki, it was very much improved. Now she could feel their touches much better, and now they were doing a lot more to actually please her.
Pulling at her dress, Tyllius was unable to get a good grip because the fabric wouldn't bunch in his hands. And he couldn't get his fingers between the garment and her skin at any edge that was against her skin. It was as though the fabric were cut from some alien armour plate. Being unable to remove her dress was frustrating, but the pain he felt trying to squeeze through her tits and lick her breastbone was just as bad as before. There was definitely more give, but not enough.
"You don't think I made you all so big and strong so you could rape me, do you? But I sure am glad you're in the mood, guys! Because I am too. Just a quickie mind you… I need to get some work done today."
Vicki stretched and arched her back, deliberately knocking Tyllius back on his ass with her unopposable breasts as she willed her dress to dissipate. Then Vicki knocked everybody off their feet with a pulse of potent energy that revealed a little more of her true form. Anything not securely bolted to the floor was shunted away from her, including the men still kneeling around fawning at her, as the air in the room shimmered and Vicki gently grew an inch taller rapidly becoming ten times sexier right in front of their eyes. The increased raw sexual attraction of her suddenly naked superhuman physique hit them like a physical blow and left them open-mouthed and wide-eyed at her feet.
She moved forward and stood astride her splayed toy, biting her lip and admiring the magnificent hunk of man she had made of the old Psyklosi administrator. Until she showed up he had been the most powerful man on the planet. Now he was the most powerful man in the galaxy, but at the same time, he was just another sex toy for Vicki's amusement… and Vicki was keen to see how well this enhanced alien man performed. Squatting down, somehow making the undignified move graceful and elegant, she expertly hit her target and Tyllius cried out involuntarily with the insane pleasure he felt as he became one with her. He convulsed and came instantly inside her, then came again as she rose up and down smoothly, her amazing dexterity coming into play as she moved herself over him seeking maximum satisfaction. Even though he had ejaculated twice, both times with full ecstatic force, he remained rock hard for her.
"Why are you boys way over there?" Vicki asked her audience, and as she opened her arms two of them found themselves ensnared in the steely tendrils of her thoughts and together they floated to be positioned kneeling either side of her. She took them in her hands pulled them close, rubbing their supercharged bodies up and down her breasts and making them both spill their seed all over the floor. It felt fantastic to feel their flesh, hardened and strengthened by several orders of magnitude, succumb so readily and easily to her soft silky breasts. They flailed about, vainly trying to keep as much of themselves in contact with her erotic warm skin as possible, and Vicki ramped up the pace. Clamping down harder she let out a coo of sweet delight that Tyllius responded to with an ear splitting cry of confused rage, frustration, and pure, out of control, animal lust. Her peak almost upon her, Vicki closed her eyes and vigorously rode out her first orgasm. As it hit she slowed, moaned with unashamed raw pleasure, then sped right back up again with even more force and energy. The men in her arms were breaking upon her silky steel flesh as she became more engrossed in her own pleasures, and Tyllius's eyes rolled in their sockets. His mind was mush now, his body a puppet to her greedy desires, and Vicki was just getting started. She came again, thrusting callously down to break her superhuman toy's hips and crushing the men in her hands cruelly into her invulnerable breasts as she indulged herself completely with their bodies. Flinging the used puppets from her hands, their improved physiques leaving the walls they hit badly damaged and saving them from death, Vicki looked down and smiled sweetly at the ruined Governor. She slyly restored him to his senses, making sure he was completely able to comprehend what she was doing to him.
"Thank you, baby. That was a nice little warm up. But you've gone and made a mess in me. It's only fair that you clean me up for the next guy, yeah? Don't take all day now, baby."
Vicki floated up off of him, releasing Tyllius to keep ejaculating onto himself. Slipped forward through the air she lowered her crotch onto his face while her super strong fingers teased her nipples. She wriggled a little as his tongue entered her and greedily lashed about cleaning her up as efficiently as it could. The taste of her insanely pleasing nectar dramatically masked the presence of his own discharge, and he became yet another soul forever addicted to the enslaving flavours of Vicki's impossible body.
Tweaking her nipples extra hard, Vicki came all over Tyllius's face and pulled away from him to look around and chose her next plaything. One sultry inviting look into the eyes of her choice and he was moving fast to try and get her down beneath him. He failed miserably in getting her to move in the smallest discernible way, but Vicki had no trouble pushing him against a wall with one hand on his chest, despite his much larger frame and bulky muscles. She leaned in and kissed him, dominating his tongue easily with her own and sensuously exploring his mouth at will. He came hard but remained hard as stone. She pulled out of the kiss with her eyes looking into his, then floated up and planted herself on him, her knees pressing into the steel wall. Defying gravity she kept him pinned to the wall and moved in ways that made his eyes roll back and his jaw slacken.
Looking over her shoulder at Tyllius, Vicki smiled wickedly at the jealous heat in his eyes. She could see in his mind a raging desire to make her his and his alone. He wanted to have Vicki all to himself. But Vicki had different plans for the Governor, and she didn't want to send him on his mission telling everybody how great and wonderful fucking her was. She locked eyes with him and came, letting her orgasm wash over her whole body and not even trying to hide the look from her face, and watched the display make the enraptured Tyllius and all his cronies cum too.
"Ready for the real show, Shaquibbler?" She asked. The effect of the super sexy insidious tones laced in her voice was like excessively good cocaine for the ears.
She wanted Tyllius alive. The rest of these Psyklosi were, to put it bluntly, expendable. And Vicki had indulged herself to the point where she needed more. The prospect of what had brought her to this world in the first place, and the expert job she had done enhancing these alien men, had made her horny as hell. It wasn't that she lacked self-control, it was just that she had decided long ago that her pleasure took priority over anything else. So these days if she got an itch, Vicki took the time to scratch it whenever and wherever that happened to be.
She never stopped moving her endlessly energized body over her pinned toy, and she didn't break eye contact with Tyllius. Watching his reaction, Vicki allowed her body to reveal to them some more of her true form. Her muscles inflated subtly and she grew taller, her breasts filling out and blossoming into gain even more hypnotically blinding beauty. She looked more powerful, and her already cruel over the top sexuality took on a more terrifying edge. She radiated sex and power, her aura of utter supremacy crushing their battered souls and giving all their hope no quarter. Her eyes now glowed softly with pink light, and looking into them was like entering a black hole for Tyllius. There was no escape now, for his soul had crossed an event horizon and would belong to Vicki for eternity.
"That's right, asshole," Vicki sneered at the mindless fuck toy she had made of Tyllius. "You just sit there and watch, okay? Pay very close attention."
Certain the Governor could not possibly do anything but obey, Vicki turned her attention back to her current toy while the rest of them stared at her, twitching and convulsing in rapture. Her toy was sweating profusely and a look of worry was mixed in with the lust and hunger in his eyes. For where the touch of her flesh had been wonderfully supercharged with erotic delight, it was now overcharged to a very dangerous, almost obscene level. Now the touch of her flesh seemed to burn deeply through to his bones with agonizing, mind-bending, erotic pleasure. Despite the alarms bells ringing in his head, he could not resist her in any way… she had been impossible to resist before and now she was so much more. Had he not been enhanced, he would have suffered a cardiac arrest and died on the spot. Unfortunately for him, his superpowered heart kept pumping and his mind remained intact enough for him to see and feel everything he was being subjected to.
Vicki leaned in and kissed him, dominating his tongue with her own, making him twitch and convulse in violent seizures. She moved harder and faster, pounding into him now with less and less care for his safety. His body was driven deeper into the wall, and strong as she had made him he began to break. She pulled his face down to her breasts, painful bending and breaking him as she kept fucking him hard into the wall. She cried out, greedily indulging herself without worrying about anything other than getting herself off. The display drew others closer, and they awkwardly tried to crawl and stumble nearer to the impossibly alluring Vicki. Her lustful moans and coos shook the whole structure. She came with a short, almost surprised, gasp then tore into another one with more vigour.
Her toy screamed. Not with lust or pleasure. But with pain, suffering, and most of all… with fear. He could feel himself falling apart on a cellular level under this blissful unopposable assault, and knew his doom approached. His bones were broken all over the place, even more so with each selfish grind of her impossible superpowered body. He had cum too hard for too long… even for his specifically enhanced over productive testicles to keep up with. And yet… he continued to spasm with an unending, extremely painful, dry and unwanted ejaculations. His struggles to get away only damaged his superhuman body more, and made her laugh with playful delight. His cheekbones and eye sockets were broken, and he could feel her arms biting into him like a steel trap, hugging him even harder, holding him ever closer to her still perfectly round, proudly pert breasts. She shut her eyes and let herself cum with unrestrained gusto, hugging him to herself with callous overuse of her incalculable physical strength. Warmth spread through her as she absentmindedly drifted forward through the wall, obliterating her toy and destroying the wall in the process, only concerned with pressing her hands deeply into her super fit, sensuously muscled, divinely erotic flesh.
Still thoroughly turned on, and far from satisfied, Vicki floated back into the room and looked around for another toy. They were scared now, now fully aware of the danger she posed to their lives. They had seen her kill one of their numbers, with such careless ease that was clear to even them she was the most dangerous thing they had ever shared a room with. But in no way could the doomed men resist her devastating charms, especially after she tilted her head with a naughty smile and grew to nine feet tall. Her muscles swelled enough for them to notice, and anyone who had managed to stand was driven back hard to their knees her ramped up beauty. She was still holding back the vastness of her true power, but to bring even a little bit more of herself forth at this point would make these men useless to her unless she made them more robust. Vicki contented herself with being two feet taller and several thousand tons heavier than her enhanced toys and moved to take hold of a stunned toy. She did make sure to improve them in one way, however… she selfishly made their most useful part harder and considerably bigger.
Dropping one of them to the ground she knelt astride him and starting kissing the other man while she athletically rode her customized sex toy through orgasm after glorious nipple tingling orgasm. The soft glow in her eyes began to sparkle as Vicki gave in more and more to the euphoria.
Tyllius had healed completely from the wounds Vicki had given him, and was standing with his back against the wall unable to take his eyes from her. Her breasts got a lot of his attention, even though he was only able to see a little side boob. Her deeply embedded spine moved snakelike at her core, the symphony of her back muscles draped in golden hair making him subconsciously reach out. He needed to run but all he could do was stand there and watch in horror as she ruthlessly destroyed the screaming, flailing man beneath her oversized and sleekly muscled body. Feyra's unwilling lover began to scream and strike at her, and Tyllius shamelessly grabbed his own rock hard erection with both hands.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The whole room shook as she slammed down three times and made everyone cum again with the long shameless moan of total erotic bliss her orgasm brought her. Her broken toy screamed again, smashed deep into the floor and fatally crushed by her uncaring immensity. She pulled away from her kiss and smiled wickedly at him through her obviously burning arousal. Watching his face as she destroyed him with one last brutal clench deep inside herself, she rose clean off the floor and went back to kissing her remaining toy while she simultaneously maneuvered him into herself. She had to break off the kiss or risk tearing him apart, instead pressing his face into her cleavage and holding him there to let his breath tease her skin. Eagerly humping away in midair, using her imagination to keep him in the air with her and using her hand on his ass to ram him in and out of her pussy, she thought about how great sex still felt after all this time. She would never get bored of this.
The most distant man from her, the man who felt safest of all, suddenly found himself floating through the air into her hand and pulled to her plump soft low. He struggled in primal fear and bit down on her tongue as it invaded his mouth. This monstrously sexy woman was about to kill him and he could sense it coming. But he only broke his teeth and prompted her to chuckle and whip her tongue about destroying the rest of them. Ending the kiss she floated across the room and landed on the floor. Her now freed hand rose into the air and another man was drawn from the distance to her waiting grip. Without even looking at him she put her hand over the back of his head and forced her nipple into his mouth. Holding both men as they bit down hard on her erect diamond hard nipples, she ruthlessly fucked the life from the man on the ground.
"All of you… pleasure your Queen," Vicki commanded, her sultry voice firm and undeniable, her commanding words laced with suggestion. As one, all the remaining Pyklosi moved to worship their Queen like she a goddess, with genuine soul deep devotion and every ounce of their enhanced strength. They wanted this. They NEEDED this.
"Not you, asshole," Vicki said with a sneer, stopping Tyllius dead in his tracks with a glance. A chill ran down his spine and his lower lip trembled. "You get back over there and watch. You get to witness this… but you had your go, and to be honest you were pretty shit. One of the worst fucks I've ever had. Now pay attention. Don't let your friends die in vain today, okay?"
Vicki returned her eyes to the men crowding around her and smiled at them seductively. They had gathered around her on the floor and reaching out their hands in adoration to caress, massage, and pleasure her flesh. Very gently, Vicki began to escalate the intensity of her lovemaking. She moaned and lifted the man from her left breast to kiss him deeply and passionately, making him cum before returning him to her nipple and doing the same to the other man at her chest. Letting go of their heads now that they were so fully committed to biting and teasing her nipples, Vicki touched a finger to the corner of her mouth teased her hair as an orgasm washed over her. She shamelessly vocalized her pleasure and her long slightly too loud moan vibrated every cell of her toys with extreme delight. Their hands felt wonderful on her sensitive soft skin, and she soon orgasmed again. Replacing the worn out broken teeth at her nipples with fresh and equally eager faces, Vicki let go and indulged her sexual arousal completely.
A pulse of energy shot throughout her body and knocked everybody in their asses. Her own far more capable hands pressed into her tits and she enhanced the toy under her just enough to keep him useful as she ruthlessly unleashed the full wicked force of her supernatural beauty upon her hapless Psyklosi sex toys. The man still touching her screamed like he was burning alive, and the rest babbled incoherently in the wake of her unveiling. As she rode her toy her new body moved with such supernatural grace, radiating an aura of power and sex more blinding than the glare of a star and infinitely more dangerous to look directly into, Vicki felt wonderful. She had to enhance Tyllius considerable to keep him alive and sane, but it worth it to let her hair down and enjoy a few really good, unrestrained orgasms.
There was no way to protect Tyllius completely from her first real release of sexual energy, but once she healed his mind he would still remember. Screams of horror and agony ripped through the room as they sensed her peak approaching, watching her rise and drop with athletic grace and agility in her writhing plaything, and then she silenced them forever. They had been tortured with orgasmic pleasure for a long time, and with orgasmic pleasure they were finally snuffed out. Even enhanced as they were their minds and bodies could not cope with the brutal unapologetic tsunami Vicki unleashed. Only Tyllius and the man she was still fucking were alive after she had leaned back and released that fatal blast of bright pink energy. Then she rose and fell and came again more forcefully. The bodies and work stations in the room were smashed and the walls were all shunted out, Tyllius himself was embedded into the wall. He remained trapped there for over an hour while Vicki kept right on grinding away with no sign of flagging. She let Tyllius watch as she rode out an endless series of gloriously wonderful orgasms.
Eventually, her toy expired. The things she made him feel with her overcharged sexual energy were far beyond his super-enhanced body and mind's ability to cope. His heart gave out and he went limp. Vicki sighed in contentment and floated up to her feet. Turning, she leveled the full punishing impact of her shamelessly naked body at Tyllius and watched him squirm in his wall cavity with wild eyes darting all over her flawlessly powerful curves.
"Did you enjoy the show, Shaquibbler?" Vicki asked, making a new dress that worked well with her fishnets. It was a little less classy and a lot less fabric, but much sexier. "I know I did. I could even go for some more of that. But… like I said before… I do have some shit to take care of. Like, you know, taking over your entire intergalactic civilization. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, we can discuss business."
The ruined room was suddenly filled with activity as the smashed furniture scattered away like dust and dissipated into thin air. Vicki stood in the empty room and turned to look out the window as she infused her mind into the structure around her and lifted it into the air. She closed her eyes, and Tyllius watched as the landscape fell away. The internal gravity field of his ship canceled out the motion, which would have otherwise crushed him into the floor. He watched in awe the window revealed the true extent of what Vicki was up to. She wasn't just launching his command center into space… she was launching everything. Even the smallest bit of mining equipment.
It was no major challenge for Vicki to locate and evict all the Psyklosi that toiled away on this alien world. She could sense them and their machines, and much to the surprise of everyone involved she soon had them all in orbit. Making sure most of her captives were in a position to watch the show, and with the rugged surface of Psyklos2756-7 rolling by in front of Tyllius's wide window, Vicki opened her eyes and smiled. She kept her eyes on the world below and spoke to her trembling toy.
"I could kill all of you right now," she observed, as if realizing this simple truth for the first time. "The life of all your people is in my hands. To make certain you understand the power of your new Queen… I'm going to give you a little magic show."
Vicki held her arms out wide like a magnificent goddess and started to orchestrate the destruction of a planet. She began by mining for the thing that brought her in the first place. From out of the surface massive veins and random chunks of the most precious mineral in Vicki's universe lifted and tore themselves free. No matter how deeply embedded, the rare substance was greedily claimed by Vicki's probing mind. Massive regions of the planet's surface were rent asunder. Vicki displaced billions of tons to get at all 1.2 million tons of her true goal.
"How are you… how is this possible!?" Tyllius was deeply troubled by her method of mineral extraction.
"It's actually really really easy," Vicki told him dismissively. And it was, for her. When you had her godlike level of power at your disposal just about everything was easy. Under her careful guidance, her precious booty flowed into a streams all across the surface of the world to then leave the atmosphere in a churning vortex that soared up past the Psyklosi Miners Feyra had stranded in orbit and convalescing into a small moon a safe distance away. She didn't want them to see what she had in mind for that stuff… that could wait a little longer though it was difficult to avoid temptation.
"Are you still watching? You don't want to miss any of this."
Tyllius couldn't see what she was doing right away. For a few moments, Vicki's next trick remained a mystery to him. But she could see everything unfold in fine detail. Taking mastery over the forces working within the planet, and feeding energy to the molten core in order to give her audience a spectacular show. The molten rock within the planet span faster and faster, accelerating as Vicki recklessly abused her enormous reserves of raw power. The molten core swelled as more and more of the deepest solid materials became caught in the growing storm. It was working just as Vicki planned, and she waited patiently for the molten core to consume the whole world from the inside out. The first signs at the surface began to appear, as existing volcanoes everywhere erupted explosively to spew lava and clouds of ash. Next giant fissures began to open up, the tectonic plates tore apart at the seams, then the plates themselves then the entire surface broke apart and all the pieces were very soon floating on a churning a ball of molten lava glowing brightly spinning at a nauseating rate before they too were melted into the mix.
"That isn't… that can't be done. This is a trick!"
Vicki laughed at him, and turned and mocked his disbelief with the raising of one impossibly sexy and erotic eyebrow. "If you think I faked that… there's no possible way you're going to believe what comes next. I'm gonna have to duck outside for this trick, baby. You stay in here and keep watching."
Suddenly Vicki vanished from the room, to reappear the same instant on the other side of the window, hovering there with her hands on her hips watching him. With unearthly grace, she turned and drifted closer to the churning ball she made of the massive planet. Terrific forces tore across the world, the speed at which it spans threatened to defeat even the massive gravity field on the giant planet but Vicki held out a hand and began to slow the spinning ball of molten rock down. Rather than expending more energy fighting the immense momentum she had encouraged, Vicki reclaimed the energy she had imparted, making a small profit as she sapped the speed of her massive plaything until it had stopped dead.
With a cheeky smile and millions of eyes looking on, Vicki went close enough to the hot molten rock to melt the ship Tyllius watched her from. She entered the atmosphere but didn't go deep to make her audience lose sight of her. Vicki leaned slowly forward and drank in the poisonous atmosphere through the upturned corner of her cheeky smile. Unlike her last trick, this time Tyllius could see the effects of her power immediately. He watched as her inhalation created a churning vortex… a vortex that steadily and rapidly increased in size and intensity, achieving nightmarish proportions. The steaming hot lava world she had created stirred as her vortex struck its surface, and instantly the dense molten rock was caught.
What he was seeing made Tyllius whimper. "No. That's not possible. She can't be… "
The vortex she kept effortlessly intensifying was soon a huge spinning funnel of glowing lava. Many miles wide at its base, the funnel was a fine point as it sped ever faster through her lips. She didn't need to eat anymore, not in order to survive. But a meal of this scale did provide a small energy boost similar to the lines of speed she'd done in the past. The instant the lava entered her gut, her body turned its mass and heat into raw energy. She greedily drank it all down and allowed the energy rush to make her grow, not nearly in true proportion to the mass she consumed, but enough to put on a good show for her captive audience.
The glowing planet shrank fast and faster, and Vicki grew taller and taller. With her true appearance shamelessly flaunted in her tiny dress, she could sense the weaker Psyklosi men losing consciousness that few would recover. Without enhancement, they stood little chance of surviving this show without being profoundly changed. It was a little cruel, unleashing her true beauty like this on such feeble creatures… and it proved fatal to more than a few witnesses. The process took several long minutes, and as she grew to massive size she deliberately made her magnificent physique a little more frightening. Her curves screamed with immortal health and vitality. She looked stronger as the giant planet grew ever small and weaker. And then it was gone… and Vicki hovered before her floating field of prisoners, terrifying them with an insanely sexy thousand-foot tall Amazonian body.
Tyllius absolutely hated muscle on women. It was against nature… and the laws of the empire agreed with him. But as he stared at this goddess and drank in the undeniable glory of her magnificently powerful body, awed by its imposing aura of punishingly intense strength and power, his instant throbbing erection betrayed his beliefs. Such beauty… such power… he yearned for her so deeply a tear rolled down his cheek, at the same time he so became a quivering masses he felt the fear of such terrible power consume him.
Vicki floated slowly through the now dark void and approached the long window until her perfect deceptively youthful face filled Tyllius's whole awareness. Even at such a massive size, her skin offered up no flaw or imperfections to his eyes, only revealing a perfectly alluring and deeply unnerving healthy sheen.
"You get it now, don't you, Tyllius? Your queen is a god… and you will inform that silly little Emperor Fyasdorff of this. I want you ready… I want everything you've got… and you will bring it to me."
Tyllius didn't question how he heard her voice. But he did have some questions…
"But… how can my words possibly convince Emperor Fyasdorff… "
Vicki's frighteningly naughty smile made him take a step back.
"I'll be sending an escort with you. You tell him what I did to you and your mining operation here, and she'll be enough to convince everyone that I'm real. Trust me. When they see this bitch they won't be able to doubt you."
Tyllius gulped, almost too afraid to ask his next question of the giant beautiful face in front of him.
"Who is this bi… who is she?"
Vicki closed her huge eyes and when she ones them she was grinning.
"Why… she's standing right behind you."
The Psyklosi whore Vicki had select was not actually the most beautiful, nor the healthiest, or even the smartest. She was the meanest, most aggressive and least liked. And that made her perfect for Vicki's needs.
"Governor Shaquibbler Tyllius I give you Feyrabella Squollretna. She'll be my emissary, and your escort, to the Emperor. And you have something that I think she needs more than you do now. You didn't think I was going to let you keep all that power I loaned you, did you? Maybe if you chose to kneel… maybe if you'd been smart enough to swear yourself to me. Too late now, Shaqy baby."
Feyra backed away from him, so much smaller than his looming enhanced form that she didn't even spot Vicki, whose voice she could not hear at all. She struggled to understand this scene she had been teleported into, this naked superman… the empty room… the odd presence pushing at mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by a rush of energy, a surge like adrenaline pulsed through her system and she stood straighter. The pulse faded, but then surged anew with an almost painful insistence.
Tyllius cried out in horror as his own massive muscles dwindled in time with Feyra's growth and he watched in utter dismay as this dark haired whore before him rose to tower like a god. Tyllius swooned with lust… and the process seemed to accelerate. He retained the youth Vicki had given him, but all the extra health and vitality flowed out of his body and he could do nothing to prevent it.
Turning around, his still highly enhance mind was reinforced enough look into Vicki's eyes without his mind being totally destroyed, he was driven to his knees by his increasing weakness and begged silently for his muscles back. Vicki just smirked at him with mischief sparkling in her eyes, and her giant finger pressed to the corner of her mouth.
"She says you can't have them," Feyra informed him, her voice deeply powerful and unnaturally arousing. "She says it's my power now… and that I need it to make sure you're safe to tell them about her."
Tyllius turned to gape at the stark naked goddess standing in the room with him and got to his feet. He mumbled incoherent nonsense about the finite limits of reality and the laws of men and backed away shivering.
"She says I'm her royal fuck-you-over machine. And when she's done playing… the others and I are going to rule over this empire for thousands of years!"
He gulped and tried to speak. He managed only a single word. "Others… " She was seven and a half feet of imposing physical might, packed with gratuitous muscular power and steaming with vitality. That power has been had been his… he knew how good it felt, and how good she must feel. He whimpered, and weakly tried to look away. He could not, however, gaze at anything other than her hypnotic body. She wasn't nearly so soul snatching as Vicki, but Feyra's sexuality was certainly a potent weapon.
"Oh… she says you look too different… so you need to be old again."
Before he could object, Vicki restored him completely to his former age and appearance, complete with his gaudy outfit. All his old aches and pains returned to him, and he collapsed and passed out. Vicki grinned at him and reverted his mind enhancements… he would be on his knees in front of the Emperor before he woke and he no longer needed the extra processing power.
Her massive eyes moved to Feyra, who was pressing her hands into her naked body with shameless enjoyment of her new superpowered physique. Cocking her head, Vicki gave the matter some thought and decided to make Feyra just a little bit more powerful. The Psyklosi goddess moaned and grew to an even eight feet tall, her muscles not only swelling and hardening with immense strength and endless stamina, but they also seemed to flow more sensuously and suddenly oozed with sexual energy. Vicki licked her lips, getting a little carried away as she focused on making herself a capable warrior. Looking deeper into her first Psyklosi warrior, Vicki bestowed a couple of optional extras to her soldiers' arsenal. Telekinesis would allow Feyrabella to more easily protect Tyllius when the up fun started, and flight would enable her to cover more ground. But Vicki saw no need to add any other abilities, seeing that Feyra's physical strength alone ensured an easy victory is anyone gave the tall intimidating powerhouse any trouble.
"You are ready now," Vicki informed her new sales rep. "When you get there I want him to do the talking. Make sure he is allowed to speak directly with the emperor, okay? And make sure he is protected from harm. You are not to kill the Emperor. You will not like what happens if you fuck that shit up. Do not interfere with him or any of his generals. The main thing I need from this meeting is the Emperor's full commitment to total war against me. You may kill anyone who gets in your way, and I encourage you to do so with extreme prejudice. Show them how powerful I have made you. Let them see your power, and take your time. Enjoy yourself. Once you've convinced the fools to prepare their armies, I will have other fun things for you to do."
Feyra was ready. She felt like she had been training her whole life for this mission, and the power she now had was going to not only make it easy. Unleashing her unimaginable strength was going to be a blast. She watched her Queen look away to the empty air beside her, and a portal whirled into life spectacularly just three feet from her. Through the opening, Feyra could see the excessively large and ornate Imperial throne room and the Emporer himself seated upon his huge gold chair.
As Feyra stepped through, Vicki lifted the forgotten Tyllius with gentle tendrils of her imagination manifested around him. She tossed him through the portal and sealed it shut behind them.
Emperor Fyasdorff Syllius Gwenshloppe the Third was not in good mood to begin with that day. Nobody had the guts to give him straight answers anymore. And they wondered why he had so many people tortured.
“I understand all of that,” Fyasdorff snapped, cutting off the man who stood tiny and insignificant at the base of the stairs leading to the massive gem-encrusted gold Imperial throne. “But none of your logistical problems alter the fact that your quadrant owes me money. Maybe you need reminding of the consequences for failing in your Imperial duty. If you think I will allow you, and your poor skills as an administrator, to slow down the building of this Empire… you are sorely mistaken. I don’t want excuses. Your explanations are unsatisfactory. Payment of what’s due… that is the only… “
Without warning, there was a flash of light above the vast empty space in the middle of the chamber, and right in front of them opened the mouth of a violent wormhole, and as it grew so did the chaos it created. The air in the room began to swirl along with the vortex, tossing about small objects and forcing people to grab hold of anything the could for support, including each other. As frightening as the spinning doorway through space was, it became mere background noise to the awe Feyra inspired in them when she dropped out of it and landed easily on her feet.
Like a powerful magnet, her gloriously powerful body drew their eyes and would not release them. Dressed now in what they would have known was a bikini had they’d ever been to Earth, her eight monstrously sensuous eight-foot physique was packed with exquisitely carved, clearly superhuman, and intensely erotic muscles. Her perfectly shaped breasts, with their nipples tenting the small triangles of shining fabric covering them, were the most amazing thing any of the men in the room had ever seen.
Feyra was astonished when she realized where Vicki had sent her. But even as the hundred armed guards lining the walls were joined by even more men from outside, she was not even the smallest bit afraid. While she had yet to test her new strength she could feel it teeming excessively in her supercharged over enhanced muscles. She could feel the steel floor under feet give as she pressed her toes ever so softly into it. She could hear the heartbeats of these men, and she could hear her own… theirs sounded like fingers tapping on wood compared with her booming kettle drum.
When Governor Shaquibbler Tyllius followed her through the wormhole, he was still out cold. Nobody gave him more than a curious glance to confirm he wasn’t another woman like Feyra before they were back at ogling her provocative visage. Tyllius stirred himself, woken by the impact with the floor. His eyes were wild as he looked up at Feyra like all the rest, and he moved away from her along the floor shaking.
The Imperial guards swarmed around the near massive powerhouse, her burgeoning muscles a symphony of intimidating power, and as many could near enough aimed their long and heavy ended electrified spears at her. The guards were all massive men and though none of them were quite as tall as Feyra nor as wide at shoulders, the largest of them came close to looking her in the eye. She stood there calmly watching them… knowing with clear certainty that those big
Some of them pulled Tyllius to his feet, and the old man looked nearly cried with relief to the see Imperial Guardsmen between himself and that monstrosity he had traveled here with. Was his nightmare over? One of the guards, for his own benefit rather than Shaquibbler’s, took his cloak and draped over the very naked old man.
“I am the representative of your Queen,” Feyra informed them, trying not to grin at the way her voice forced the big men all around her to lean away. “Governor Tyllius has a message for the Emperor. You will allow him to speak.”
Somewhat taken aback by the awesome volume of her words, most of the guards were quaking in their boots. If not for the lethal weapons in their hands, few would still be standing there. To their relief, the great and powerful Emperor Fyasdorff Syllius Gwenshloppe the Third finally found his voice.
“Tyllius? That mine in the Outer Arm… is that you? What is… what is the meaning of this. Man? You bring with you a woman!? Into my throne room?”
Like a parting sea, the swarm of guards opened a path for Tyllius to see his emperor glaring down at him from his unnecessarily tall dais. He was stunned, then dropped to his knees. Feyra was far from inspired to kneel before this man. The only reason she didn’t start tearing limbs off his imperial highness was the command her Queen had given her. All her life men had treated her like dirt, speaking down to her never letting opinions matter. She knew she would never have to put up with that shit ever again… except for right now when it was the only guy she knew for sure she couldn’t harm. She was just thinking about the guards in front of her. Anyone in her way, Vicki had said… and these assholes were in her way… when Tyllius started to spill the beans on Vicki’s attack.
“My most glorious master! My most humble apologies, my lord! Psyklos is under attack! She killed all the best men… destroyed the planet… she says… she… “
The Emperor pressed his man for more information. Weapons remained in place, threatening Feyra as she calmly watched the emperor listen with disbelieving ears to Tyllius. The leader of the Psyklosi asked a lot of questions, and Tyllius gave in-depth answers. Every detail of the encounter with Vicki was relayed until he finished describing how she had eaten the planet, at which point Emperor Fyasdorff cut him off.
“Enough of this! Why are you wasting my fucking time with this bullshit? I will not hear another damn word of this nonsense! No flesh and blood creature can possibly do any of these things! And you expect to believe this fantastical baseless fuckery? You have broken so many laws… I should have my men run you through.”
“My… my lord, please! I speak the truth! This woman is not made of flesh and blood as you or I! She… she is not natural. We must prepare for her coming! Great Emperor Fyasdorff! I would never lie to you, my lord!”
“Where is your proof! Show me your… .”
“The proof is right here, asshole,” Freya informed him, standing to her full height and putting her hands in her hips. She deliberately and playfully flexed her responsive muscles playfully. “And I am nothing compared to the Queen.”
Her dancing muscles gave every one of them an instant eager erection if indeed they had flagged at all since her presence had entered the room.
“That’s the second time you’ve spoken,” Fyasdorff observed coldly, trying his best to give her his truly impressive imperial glare of disapproval, but failing due to her extreme eroticism. He pushed on even as his tone faltered. What could she do? A mere woman, surrounded by a hundred armed guards with another hundred in formation behind her. “Women are not permitted in the halls of power, girl. Even giant freaks like you. Do you know what the penalty is? Perhaps Shaquibbler would be… would be… be kind enough to tell you what happens to… women… like… like you… who break these laws.”
“Maybe he will. Or maybe he’ll keep talking a bit longer and convince you to take this seriously.”
Fyasdorff scoffed. “We are done talking. This insanity ends now. Tell her the penalty, Tyllius.”
Tyllius gulped, unable to look Feyra’s way even if she hadn’t been behind a sea of uniforms. “The penalty for a woman who enters these halls is death.”
A silence followed that Fyasdorff hoped would be dramatic and let this foolish barbarian girl realize what he was about to do to her. Her imminent death would surely wipe that smug smile off her face. Instead, it turned into a smug grin. And he now sweating.
“So we’re done talking?” Feyra asked, sounding a little eager but this small red flag meant nothing to Fyasdorff.
“We are. Guards… kill the barbarian.”
With a confident cry, the group surrounding Feyra lunged forward and stabbed their spears expertly into erotically ripped torso. Thousands of volts poured into Feyra as they leaned into their thrusts and tried with all their might to push the sharp points through her skin. The points only tickled Feyra’s super hard invulnerable muscles, and her massive powerful frame easily drank up the surging electrical charge. Her sheer density made the power of the weapons redundant. Enjoying the massive power trip of such an improbable situation, she leaned back and shook her would be killers, and indeed the entire room, with her laughter.
Reaching out with a long power packed arm, she grabbed two spears and held them firmly despite the electricity running into her arms, and yanked them hard into her stomach. The spears were destroyed on her invincible flesh, and shattered apart with shocking force. The men fell holding them fell forward into her waiting hands, and she lifted them up and looked at them as the electricity the stabbing weapons charged her with made them sizzle and burn.
They all started stabbing away desperately, but her skin was impenetrable. Crushing her hands easily into the two necks she held produced a delightful crunching sound and the first guards died. Feyra felt awesome, and put her hands on hips a moment and just watched them plunging their spears in and out. Their weapons were starting to show signs of damage, but her creamy skin was blemish free and still radiating with immortal health.
“Witness the power your Queen has given me!” Feyra commanded, and then she went to work.
The first few of kills were lucky. She didn’t really know her incredible strength very well, and when she waded forward backhanded a man, he exploded with such force three other men went down.
“Ha! So weak!” She slapped another a little harder, turning him into an explosive rain of deadly chunks that destroyed eight men. Then she turned around to kick out and kill twelve, knocking thirty of them down. “Such puny, fragile little worms.” Feyra smashed her fingers into a chest and threw the man with just a little flick of her wrist into the wall above the Emperor. Someone stepped forward with a pistol, backed up quickly by many others, and she was quickly being struck by a pleasant rain of deadly energy blasts and sharp projectiles. The solid munitions were devastated mercilessly on the smooth silky surface of her impassable skin, and the energy blasts simply fizzled out ineffectively, while she just stood there and let them take all the free shots at her they wanted.
Feyra felt her nipples become insistently hard under the lovely attentions of small arms fire, and she licked lips as her arousal became harder to ignore. It was certainly clear to everyone watching her that she was getting turned on by this. She could just stand here in their little forbidden room, and they could do nothing to harm her. Her new Queen had made Feyra into a mighty and invincible force of nature, and these big burly men who had kept her down for so long could no longer stand in her way. Now she could get some payback.
The hail subsided. They were dumbstruck by what they just witnessed, and silence fell on the scene while they all tried to understand what they had just seen. Breaking the silence with a shrill war cry, the biggest of them still standing charged forward, leaned in, and tried to run her through with his sizzling speak. It broke, and he stumbled awkwardly forward into her. She didn’t move at all, except for when his head struck her breast. A flex of her pec bounced her breast up to meet him on his way in and smashed him like a watermelon.
She hefted the broken shaft of her recent attacker’s spear and hurled it at a man with her godlike strength. Five more were instantly dead, pieces of the first having killed the others and wounded many more.
After that, Feyra slowed down and took her time. None of them retreated… their years of training had removed even the concept of retreat… and she was able to make a long entertaining game out of the rest of the Imperial Guard. She put her hands back in her powerful hips and allowed another man, hungry for a kill and his face contorted with anger, to run in and jab her in the stomach with his crackling spear repeatedly and rather forcefully. He was in full berzerker mode and when his spear failed after the ninth thrust, it’s needle-sharp tip blunted and bent by Feyra’s unconcerned and relaxed abs, he tossed it aside and drew a highly polished curved sword. It was a beautiful weapon, forged from the highest grade weapon steel the Psyklosi could make, and it looked beautiful as it flashed about expertly delivering well-honed strikes.
“Nice sword,” Feyra told him, her powerful voice stunning him to a stop. Taking her hands from her hips, she leaned forward and pressed her palms into either side of his head. He immediately let loose a blood-curdling scream of agony, and Feyra heard the crunch of fine cracks spreading over his skull. With a wicked smile, she kept looking him in the even as his comrades rushed forward to cut and stab at her naked skin while she hoisted him into the air in front of her. His legs kicked about wildly, bouncing off her super hard invulnerable muscles, as she easily raised him up. His weight was nothing to her new overpowered body.
With two men using yanking on her right arm, and three pulling on her left, and a wildly flailing Imperial Guard dangling a good three feet off the floor, Feyra stopped to enjoy the delicious moment and looked up to lock eyes with the Great and Powerful Emperor. He was gripping his fancy over-engineered golden chair and sweating profusely, awestruck and terrified by her shameless display of physical dominance. Winking at him, she laughed and the crazed trapped man in her hands screamed louder and became even wilder. Freya was increasing the already intolerable pressure on his skull, then sneered and slammed her hands together brutally through his head.
Feyra could smell fear more than lust now, and she found the scent pleasing. Rather than run, their training took over and the men surged into her. She made no effort at any time to block or evade a blow, sometimes moving to prevent missed strikes from being wasted. It felt fantastic when their attacks struck her body, and her amped up nervous system coupled with her astounding new brain capacity allowed Feyra to experience everything with unimaginable clarity.
Choosing one at random she grabbed hold of his upper arms and pulled them apart, lifting him as he howled and kicked dramatically. His left arm came free and she dropped his body, using the arm as a club to smash his head in and then discarding that too. Turning, she grabbed two of them and pressed them together chest to chest with a hand on each back. They squirmed and tried everything they could think of to get out. She could feel feeble attacks turned away by her indestructible muscles from every angle and very slowly pushed the helpless men into each other with her immense unopposable super strength. Realizing he was about to die, one of the doomed guards she was crushing pulled out a pistol. Curious, Feyra stopped increasing the pressure and allowed him to shoot three blasts of energy into her invincibly strong gut. The bolts burned out on her skin without leaving a trace and Feyra mocked him with a sweet smile. Infuriated by her invulnerability, he howled and pressed the hot barrel right into her left eye. She didn’t try and stop him. She was so confident of her power by this point that she kept her eye open and allowed the smoking end of the barrel to make firm contact with her naked eyeball. When he fired, she was able to watch the inside of the gun lit up as the bolt was released, and then she was treated to a great show. The gun exploded against her unblinking and untroubled eye, the energy blast unable to leave the weapon, sending pieces of the weapon and the man’s hand flying all over the place.
“Fuck yeah. This is great. You have no idea how good it feels to be this powerful. To be this strong… “
Pressing in again with unstoppable muscular power, Feyra merged them together until her hands almost touched, then released them to grab one of the bigger men. He was only half a foot shorter than her, and his muscles were impressive even under his armor. Feyra crushed her fingers into his shoulder and moved her thumb about cruelly deep to make sure the bone would never heal if he survives. Grabbing his thigh and pressing him high overhead, she turned to face Fyasdorff and grinned happily at the gaping fool. With a smooth deliberate action, Feyra ripped her human barbell’s leg clean off at the hip. Still holding him by the shoulder, she held the maimed man high to presented his dangling limp form to the Emperor. Then Feyra slammed a tightly clenched fist right through armor and flesh, callously exploding the body into a gory mess and discarding it like trash.
With a playful laugh, Feyra lifted a man by the crown of the head and proceeded to rip his limbs off one by one while his angry comrades destroyed their useless weapons on her super hard, super strong muscles. All of the remaining men still insisted on fighting her, and she was truly grateful. Plucking off the second arm she was pleasantly surprised by a man jumping onto her from behind as if his weight would bring her down. She kept playing with the toy in her hands, dismissing the fool trying to choke her with a sharp backward movement of her head. Their skull met, and his was demolished with a gruesome spray of blood and bone. Feyra carefully plucked off both her toy’s legs, then ruthlessly crushed his neck before discarding him.
Tyllius had been lucky enough to be near the thrown when Fyasdorff finally pulled himself together enough to get the hell out of there. It was clear that the towering muscular monster was going kill every single one of his highly trained, well equipped Imperial Guards… and in horribly gruesome ways. All the well placed and powerfully thrown attacks of his men were rudely turned aside by the woman’s clearly invulnerable flesh, and every man she laid a hand on was destroyed mercilessly. Even blaster bolts just fizzled pathetically away on her naked body with no visible effect whatsoever. Fyasdorff wasn’t a complete idiot. He could see this situation was not playing out in what one would describe as a favorable way. He did something no Psyklosi Emperor had done in a thousand years. He pushed the hidden button on his throne and activated the emergency exit system. Tylliushad crawled back up the dais to distance himself from the action, and as the throne fell he went with it. The Emperor would have been furious with his unwanted passenger, but as the hole in the dais above them sealed shut and the thrown carried both men deep into the safety of the palace bunker he was too relieved to really care.
With the Emperor gone, every man in the room who still possessed a working flight response was on the move as well. They had already been edging their way to the door, and so it wasn’t long before there was nobody left in the throne room but a happily playful Feyra and the determined angry warriors she was toying with. Holding up a man with one hand and slapping him carefully with the other so she just merely broke off some teeth and cracked his cheekbone, Freya smiled and evened up her toy’s features with an equally well-measured backhand. Then she slapped him hard, taking his head off with a single swipe. Dropping him and hugging three men brutally into her hardened super muscles, crushing their bones and squeezing ever tighter while she delighting in how their frail squishy bodies were so overwhelming outclassed by her ludicrously strong, diamond-hard muscles. So much power… so much strength… so much fun. She would allow the Emperor to run… she didn’t mind. The more he ran… the more he would be able to put armed men in her way. Feyra had no problem with that idea at all.