Super Asian Girl Thread

Park Soo Hee

The new super legal team has a history of quick settlements. Can only hope collateral damage is limited as the opposing legal teams face off

Before their collective apotheosis, these four Korean women were heiresses to incredibly wealthy families. Their parents doted on them and they grew up surrounded by servants that all but worshiped the ground they walked on. No one in their households ever even contemplated the notion of denying one of these girls anything they wanted and billions were spent catering to their every whim; needless to say, "discipline" was not a concept that these girls were even passingly familiar with. This kind of upbringing instilled in them nothing but contempt for the common man and as they grew up together, the realized that to them, ordinary people were inferiors, mere play things to be toyed with and discarded as it took their fancy. At first, they simply enjoyed showing off their families' fabulous wealth - driving a different Ferrari or Lamborghini to high school each day, or using sold gold and diamond Vertu phones like normal people would use disposable cameras. As the years passed, they realized that their power and wealth could be used to toy with the lives of others. Sometimes they would buy out entire apartment complexes just to evict the family of one girl that they didn't like or they would buy up a business just to fire the father of some other girl that had earned their ire, and keep buying up every business that he applied to, just to keep them in the poor house. Eventually, they simply bought the private high school that the four of them attended, fired all the teachers and staff, and replaced them with sycophants that waited on them at their beck and call. "Teachers" would spend the day heaping praise upon the girls and anyone who challenged their positions had their lives mercilessly taken apart. Even before they had graduated High School, they had already created a dystopian kingdom with themselves as Queens.

Not content with mere trust funds that exceeded the GDPs of most countries, soon after graduating from High School, the girls conspired to separate their parents from their fortunes and to gain full control of the vast wealth that they deserved. One poisoned her parents, another sabotaged her family's private jet - causing a crash with the loss of all aboard, the third used her talent at psychological manipulation to hound her parents until they were committed to a mental institution and the last... her parents simply vanished. Rumours say that they disappeared right around the time a secret basement was being added to one of their family's mansion. None of the girls felt a single ounce of remorse, guilt or shame about what they did - after all, they were Queens who deserved everything, why should they feel bad about doing what was necessary to get what was theirs? After they took control of their parents' vast business empires, they set about ensuring that they alone would have absolute control over their businesses through mass firings and the replacement of entire boards of directors with their cronies. Miraculously, despite never having attended a single university lecture, the girls ran their empires with such incredible skill and talent that they not only recovered from these purges within a year, but within three years had doubled in size! Between them, they controlled almost a third of the world's wealth. During this process, the women came to the conclusion that there were no humans capable of equaling them. Thus, they came to see mating with human males as akin to mating with a dog. They turned to each other to fulfill their sexual needs and in the process forged bonds that could never be undone.

After asserting so much control over the world economy, It was only inevitable that their tastes would eventually develop into full-out sadism. They entertained themselves by manipulating world events on a grand scale for their own amusement. Civil wars would be started, and funded by these women, just so they could sit in front of their wall sized televisions and watch footage of entire nations tearing themselves apart. They would laugh whenever a news channel filmed an interview of desperate mothers holding starving children. They would sip their wine and make jokes about news reports of highly advance weapons - weapons manufactured by them, no less - being unleashed against civilians. They would buy the ships that carried food shipments to war-torn and famished countries, dump the grain into the sea within sight of the shores they were delivering to and then turn the ships around to pick up a new shipment of arms for the warring factions. To them, this was no different than kicking over an ant-hill and watching the ants scatter, only on a much larger scale. The governments of the world played right into their hands by contracting their companies to produce even more advanced weapons to guard against other countries. By playing both sides against each other, every nation in the world was eventually in debt to the four women and were in no position to argue when they declared themselves to be the leaders of a sovereign state - The New Korean Empire. Their's was a country that would put Orwell's nightmares to shame - workers were monitored night and day as they trudged to work in unsafe factories and labs for 14 hours a day. "Minimum wage" was a joke that amounted to about enough money to buy a loaf a bread... a week. All the while these women built mile high monuments to their vanity - fortresses of opulence that reminded the populace that their only chance for survival was absolute obedience.

Of course, they knew that the nations of the world would never take this lying down. Sure, they were in a state of disarray for the time being, but eventually they would recover and they would be out for blood. The women realized that for all the power and wealth they had amassed, they were still mortal. Still vulnerable to the assassin's bullet or a blade in the dark. Thus, they turned their minds and their best slaves towards developing a solution, a means of elevating themselves above the rest of humanity in every possible physical and mental arena. Trillions of dollars were devoted to the project and no avenue was left unexplored. Thousands of slaves were sacrificed to human testing of every gene therapy or radiation treatment they could conceive. Slowly, ideas came together and imperfections were ironed out until, at the end of a road littered with blood and bodies, the women had developed The Elixir. This formula would make them utterly invincible to all forms of harm, including types of damage that science could only hypothesize. In addition, their strength would be increased a billion fold and they would gain seemingly supernatural powers such as flight, telekinesis, heat vision, ice breath, mind control and so much more. Last but not least, their beauty would be preserved for all eternity, so that mankind would be crushed under their heels for all eternity.

They decided that it would not be enough to merely announce their godhood to the world. No, a demonstration was required so that the unbelievers could be brought to their light. Throwing all notions of modesty to the wind, they donned "uniforms" made of custom designed ultra-latex that would be impervious to even the strongest weapons. They wore parodies of military headwear to remind the world that they were its conquerors and they wore red pumps to symbolize their intention to crush humanity to a bloody pulp under their heels. After carefully slipping on their attire, they each took a gulp of the elixir and waited for it to take effect. After fifteen minutes, none of them felt any different and they thought that all their efforts were for naught. One glared at the head scientist-slave in anger but before she could say anything, ruby red beams shot from her eyes and the slave disintegrated into a pile of glowing ash. The other slaves present immediately flew into a state of panic, only to have another of the women blow gently out of her lips. The ensuing cold snap completely snap froze half the researcher-slaves as the other half ran for their lives.They did not get very far. Even as they almost reached the door, an irresistible impulse came over their minds. They did not know it, but one of the girls was using her mind control to compel them to turn towards their goddesses and kneel down in worship. Not a single person was able to resist that command. As they knelt, the last woman sauntered over to the nearest person and casually delivered a (to her) gentle kick. As the kick connected, the unfortunate man was flung back towards the wall and dissolved into a pink mist upon impact. It took no longer than twenty seconds for the four women to completely destroy all evidence, human or otherwise, of The Elixir. Only they would ever possess this power. Now was time for the real demonstration to begin.

The women leaped into the air and flew at hypersonic speeds towards one of the last bastions of government on Earth - the UN. As they flew, they made a game out of racing air-defence missiles launched against them from ground sites. It was not a very entertaining game though, as no missile flew faster than five percent of their casual flying speed. One of the girls decided to give the missiles a chance and intentionally flew into one to see what would happen. The warhead exploded in a conflagration that would have shattered a warplane (never mind a human pilot) but the heat and shrapnel was no more than a pleasant warmth and tickle to the super goddess. Soon thereafter, interceptor aircraft came at them in squadrons to attempt to slow their progress. This only gave the women more toys to play with. Flying straight through the planes was barely amusing since crashing through the metal fuselages was no more exhilarating or diverting than simply flying through the air. The women found creative ways to dispose of the pesky warplanes. One caught a missile fired at her and threw it straight back at the firing plane with pinpoint accuracy. Another flew above a plane, came down to straddle the tail and crushed it like tinfoil between her luscious legs. Two of the girls would make a game out of flying to each wing, putting each wingtip between their buxom chests and simply wrenching it free and watching the plane spiral into the ground. The girls also reveled in the delicious irony of using their mind control to cause entire squadrons to turn around and attack their home bases. All of this slowed down the girls just a little, and they arrived at their target within half an hour.

Inside the UN, the General Assembly and Security Council was in chaos. Delegates debated what the unknown phenomena destroying the world's collective airforces could be. Everything from a new secret weapon to alien invasion was discussed to no avail. The answer the politicians sought came as the entire top levels of the building were ripped up single-handedly by one of the girls. The other three floated into the room in their awesome glory and stunned every person into silence. They descended to the podium with inhuman grace and poise and spoke as one:

"People of the World. For too long you have reveled in your 'freedoms' and your 'democracy' and it has made you weak. You have lost sight of your true purpose: worship of those superior to you. The Pharaohs of Egypt and the Emperors of Japan were worshiped as living Gods but time proved them to be false deities. We are no such thing. We are your real goddesses, superior to you in every way. From this day forwards, you are no longer people. You are our property. We own you. As our chattels, we will do to you as we please and all you can do is bow down in worship of us and pray that we look upon you favourably. Your every waking moment will be devoted to our glorification, and in return we will inflict only pain and suffering upon you to please ourselves. Many of you still do not believe us, that is to be expected of small, weak, minds such as your's. That is why we have come to demonstrate our superiority by destroying the last of your pitiful leaders."

With that, each girl unleashed a malestrom of scarlet red beams from their eyes, vapourising dozens of delegates and support staff. As the leaders of the world dissolved into absolute panic, every possible exit to the room swung shut with the telekinetic prompting of the murderous women. The very blast doors and windows designed to keep the delegates safe had now trapped them. The women sauntered casually down the isles, killing as they went. They had refined and honed their control of their powers by now and executed men and women alike in increasingly gruesome ways. One used her telekinesis to rip out a person's internal organs through their rib cage. Another impaled a cowering man with the hip of her heel, twisting it in to amplify his pain before bringing her other foot down on his head. All the while the mind-controlled TV crews were broadcasting the massacre live to shocked audiences around the world. Some reacted by immediately contacting the nearest New Korean Imperial Embassy to register as a slave. Others simply wept or lost their minds in denial. Still others thought it was an elaborate hoax or marketing stunt. It did not matter. The women were in charge now, and all of mankind was their plaything.

Within a year, the Earth was an unrecognizable place. Every street corner, home and business had shrines and statues made out of precious metals and gems dedicated to the women, built with slave labour under appalling conditions. It is whispered that every shrine is consecrated in blood - whether a byproduct of construction or deliberate sacrifice. The "playful" attentions of the women had reduced the world's population down to a mere one billion. Millions starved as the goddesses set fire to the world's most productive farmlands so that they could have a "bonfire" and millions more perished in tsunamis as they competed to see who could toss a mountain further into the ocean. The superhuman love-making of the goddesses claimed yet more lives as they relished in public orgies in crowded cities. Cities that would not survive their passion as every scream shattered windows and every lustful movement shook the Earth. Those who were "lucky" enough to remain had forgotten what it was like to have free will, what it was like to care about anything but the goddesses. Their entire lives were dedicated to finding newer, grander, ways to please them.

The women had truly gotten what they wanted. The world was theirs.

Oh how I love posts like this one!

Man, that belonged in the Storybank. Great job!

Haven't written anything in a while, and this thread seems to be slowing down so I thought I might try and jump start it. Just a warning that the story is a tad dark near the end, so proceed at your own peril!

Earth was a backwater in galactic terms. It was far from trade routes and even further away from any "civilized planet". As far as most citizens of the galaxy were concerned it was a dull, uninteresting rock inhabited by primitives who posed no threat technologically or physically. It was cataloged by an unmanned probe, declared off limits for fear of cultural contamination, noted on a chart and promptly forgotten by the rest of the galaxy. This made it the perfect place for anyone who did not want to be found.

That was the reason these women came to Earth. They were a gang of criminals and deviants, hunted and shunned by every civilized race. They had hoped to simply lay low on Earth, avoid any attention from the authorities and perhaps emerge later to resume their crime spree. They had time on their side, as their race could live for millions of Terran years without aging. Sooner or later, people would forget their faces, and they could begin their rampage anew. When they arrived on Earth they had expected to avoid the natives and simply hide out for a few hundred or thousand years. Those plans soon changed.

A short while after they landed, they discovered that the local species - humanity - was woefully inferior in every way to them. The pathetic beings aged in the short span of years, their short lives being snuffed out before even a century of existence. They lacked the ability to soar through the sky unaided by (primitive) machines; they had no form of innate telepathy; struggled physically to lift weights that the women could lift with their pinkies, and had no defensive mechanisms like super speed, laser vision or ice breath. Their technology was laughably backwards, with their most advanced computers and weapons barely qualifying as children's toys on the women's home world. It was clear from the outset that this race looked outwardly identical to the women was worthy of nothing more than serving them.

The fun part in all this (for the women at least) was establishing their rightful dominance over humanity. The fools laughed when the women broadcast their intentions across the globe.The women had given the world 48 hours to submit to them unconditionally. To throw down their weapons and bow in worship of the alien criminals. Everyone thought it was a hoax, a joke, a "War of the Worlds" TV show gone bad. Little did humanity know that those 48 hours would be its last days as a free species.

When those 48 hours elapsed, the women struck without mercy. First to go were the heads of governments. The White House was destroyed by one of the women smashing into it at hypersonic speeds. The Houses of Parliament were demolished when another ripped Big Ben from its foundations and smashed the rest of the buildings apart with it, all with one arm. The Kremlin was cut apart by crimson beams of heat from another of the conquering beauties. Scenes like this were replicated all over the world, with each Goddess tirelessly flying between nations at mind boggling speeds in their grim mission. That was not to say that they did not find time for other pleasures in between sorties. They would casually show their dominance to gathered film crews (those who survived at any rate) by shooting off a few heat beams into fleeing civilians, freezing crowds solid with their breath, mind controlling soldiers to gun down innocents and even indulging in carnal pleasures with each other or whichever (un)fortunate people remained near by.

In all, it took no more than 2 hours for the former fugitives to decapitate every government on Earth. The armies of humanity fared no better, as the following days inflicted humiliating defeat after humiliating defeat upon them. Tanks were melted into slag, jet fighters
were swatted like flies and great warships were reduced to twisted hulks at the bottom of the sea (or in one instance, in orbit). Even a barrage of the world's most potent nuclear weapons was received by the women as an ordinary person would enjoy a pleasantly warm bath. By the end of the week, humanity had realized the futility of its continued struggles and, for the first time in human history, bowed down in worship of the same religion. These former fugitives were no longer just women, they were Goddesses.

At first, the Goddesses seemed to want nothing more than to revel in their divinity. They delighted in being served by an entire species as all of Earth's production was devoted to satisfying their whims. They had little compassion or empathy for even members of their own species, they treated humanity as toys for their amusement. One of them (the blonde in the centre) came upon the idea of taking slaves for their own amusement and sadistic satisfaction. They selected only the most beautiful men and women for their pleasure harems, hunted people for sport, and reveled in inflicting meaningless pain and suffering on the teeming masses of humanity. At first, rebellions were frequent, and the Goddesses treated them as diversions and opportunities to test out ever more horrific methods of putting humanity in its place.

After a time, the constant slave rebellions became tiresome. After all, if they wanted to slaughter humans, they could just go out and slaughter to their heart's content. Thus, they announced a new policy: they would reduce the world's population to a more "manageable" number, and their cull would start with the places and nations that were least obedient in their service. Immediately, the rebellions stopped as every man, woman and child on the planet worked day and night to avoid being exterminated. Vast tributes of jewels, gold and diamonds flooded from every corner of the globe. Vast palaces were built, art commissioned, statutes erected, all in a vain attempt to please the women. Nations even started fighting amongst themselves to ensure that they were the best servants. For the Goddesses, this was little more than another amusement.

They carried through with their plan, of course. The human race was, in the span of a month, reduced to little more than a billion people. Cities were obliterated by asteroids flung from orbit. Tidal waves wiped out coastal areas with a mere blow of a Goddess's lips. During this time, the red head (who was a rogue bioscientist hunted for unspeakable experiments on sentient beings) experimented with the "surplus population" to develop a substance that could increase the Goddess's power exponentially. This serum could only be distilled from living humans and but enabled a Goddess to rip apart suns, toss black holes like beach balls, and even manipulate the fabric of reality itself. The effects were temporary, and each drop of liquid only has an effect for an hour or so, but the Goddesses knew instantly they would have more at any cost.

Thousands of humans had to perish to distill even a drop of serum, but that didn't matter at all. Soon, massive Soul Furnaces were built on each continent, with millions of people being marched to their deaths to produce a never ending supply of the drug. Every person that wasn't attractive enough to capture the Goddess's eye was sent to forced breeding camps to ensure a steady supply of "ingredient". When enough had been produced, the Goddesses gathered, drank and tore reality apart with their combined powers. They reshaped the very universe itself into a more pleasing form for them. From that day on the galaxy, no, the universe was nothing more than their toy. All of existence was doomed to suffer the sadistic wills of these Goddesses for eternity because of humanity's weakness.

Great thread!

My vote would go to Elly Tran ha. She often wears glasses, and I can only assume that's because she deoesn't want anyone to know that she has superpowers...

It's a amazing how weak men are. He's out cold from just a casual slap from my hook.




A deadly mixture of power and beauty. Don't you realize if I lost control, my lips would turn yours into ground hamburger?





Like what you see? Want to put your hand there?


Don't mind the blood, go ahead. Guess the last sissy couldn't handle my super-elastic swimsuit. Don't you want to die happy?



I love watching a man's face as he realizes even my house-pet could tear him to pieces.



Who has the better body? Choose carefully - only one gap can pressure coal into diamonds.




Playing strip-foosball. Danielle lets him quip a point so he can marvel at her body.



Lucky guy. The last bloke who got too haughty with her in a game wound up smeared against the wall.



Giving the office a tempting tease with her well-proportioned super-flesh.



Uhm, excuse me? I had one rule: Look. Don't touch.



Guess what happens next?

Is this all the same girl?

Esteban wrote: Is this all the same girl?

Yep. thechive.com/2012/06/19/supergirl-found-danielle-lo-31-photos/ thechive.com/2013/02/13/danielle-lo-brin...-knees-20-hq-photos/

Nice, thanks. I've seen that post where she's at the chive, must have somehow missed the pic in the supergirl costume

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I haven't posted anything in a while so when I came across these three images I couldn't resist doing a quick write up. I hope you enjoy!As a side note, I have been talking about starting a longer story for a while now, but I've actually gone and gotten a start on it. I would like some volunteers to proof-read and bounce ideas off so give me a PM if you're interested.

Her colleagues at the office never really liked her. They talked about her behind her back and called her names like "the slave driver". They spread rumours about how she slept her way to where she was now, some out of jealousy, some out of disbelief that someone as young as her could have achieved her position through merit alone. Her unpopularity didn't bother her. To her, the other people who worked at the office were all a pack of trained monkeys that couldn't demonstrate any semblance initiative or intelligence. That's why the moment she was promoted to management she implemented strict measures to increase productivity. She micromanaged everyone because she knew that no one could be relied on to do their job properly. Everyone hated her, but productivity rose 300% within the first year.

The truth of the matter is, she was a prodigy. She got the job at one of Korea's top firms because her marks in university were absolutely impeccable. By age 20 she had already obtained degrees in management, engineering, applied chemistry and physics. She breezed through every test and assignment with contemptuous ease. Within a few months of starting her job, she had already been noticed and promoted by the higher ups. Truth be told, her job didn't challenge her either. Sure, she was the US divisional manager in charge of hundreds of employees, but even micromanaging them didn't put a strain on her vast intellect. She started side projects, diverted funds from here and there for her personal needs. She was working on something, and once she finished the world was never the same.

She called it her Omnipotence Formula, and it did exactly what it said on the label. She didn't need to test it. She knew it would work. Besides, she couldn't risk any of the other unworthies in the world getting any powers through the testing. No, she would be the only person on Earth who knew of its existence, the entire recipe locked within her perfect memory. She wanted to unveil it somewhere special, somewhere she could relish every moment, somewhere... like her office, in front of those idiots who thought that she didn't know what they said about her behind her back. They called her the Slave Driver, so she picked up a whip from her personal collection of "toys" and decided that that is exactly what she would be. She donned her regular white blouse, slid a corset over it and slipped into a pair of high heeled platform shoes. She was ready.


She quaffed the entire forumla in her home. She could feel the warmth of power flowing through her. Her already amazing mind expanded in capacity and ability until she knew everything there was to know, is to know, and will be to know. Her body, already the envy of every woman, toned and tightened ever so slightly to make her the peak of physical perfection. Her slender muscles could now bear the weight of the entire universe with just one flex. Her legs could propel her at speeds that are impossible according to all known physical laws. Not that she would need to, because she knew she could now teleport anywhere in space and time with merely a whim. She was a goddess in every possible way.

She decided to test her powers discretely at first. She turned her attention to a book on her shelf. She focused her mind on it and with a pop it disappeared from her room. She extended her mind, and found it floating in Saturn's ring. Smiling, she decided a more practical test was in order. With a blink she teleported herself outside to the busy road. Nobody noticed because she didn't want anybody to notice. Such were her powers that her desires overrode the reality of the universe. Her eyes followed the first person she saw, a middle aged business man hurrying off to a meeting while talking on his phone. With a thought, she delved into his mind, explored his innermost thoughts and feelings. She didn't care about him in the slightest, she wanted to know because she could. And because it would make what she planned next even more delicious.

Without warning, she lashed out with the whip in her hand. It slashed through the air, breaking both the light and sound barriers. To an ordinary observer, it simply disappeared from the fabric of reality. That is, until the businessman simply exploded in a shower of gore and bone. Surrounding pedestrians were covered in blood and tissue from the unfortunate man but they didn't notice. They didn't notice because she didn't want them to notice. They trudged on with their little lives, not knowing that they had just witnessed the first public demonstration of their new Goddess's power. She wanted something bigger this time. Something that would prove once and for all that she had unlimited control over matter. She thought about New York, how much she hated it and its people, how noisy, dirty and awful it was. Most of all, she thought of how big it was. She lingered on that thought until a smile crept across her face.

She cracked her whip for effect. After all, what better sound was there to usher in the doom of humanity's greatest city? A flash of light appeared at her feet. It lasted for a split second, and was gone. In its place was the city of New York, shrunken to the size of a dinner plate. None of the passers by on the street noticed at all but this time, she made sure that the people of New York knew. New Yorkers couldn't believe what they were seeing. They looked up at the sky to find her grinning, sadistic, face staring down at them. Panic erupted immediately. She stood there, savoring their screams for a moment with her super hearing. She bent down until her radiant face was only a few centimeters (to her) away form the teeming city. She raised her palm to her lips and blew New York a kiss.

To New Yorkers it was a thousand times worse than anything they had ever experienced. People were blown off their feet to be dashed across buildings hundreds of meters away. Glass panels tore lose from skyscrapers and impaled unlucky people as they were driven by the gale. Older, less sturdy, buildings collapsed of their own accord. She stood there, examining her handiwork with her super vision. One little blow of her lips was the worst disaster any city in human history had ever suffered. But it wouldn't end there. She had tired of toying with the miniature city and decided to end it. She lifted up her platform heeled feet and hovered over the city. The raised soles of her shoes dwarfed even the tallest buildings, her heel stretching up miles by their scale. She savoured every moment as she lowered her foot, enhancing her every sense to enjoy the crushing of a major city. Even through her shoes she felt the crunch of compacted buildings and the pops of people's bodies exploding. An expression of ecstasy overtook her face and she bit her lower lip as she snuffed out millions of lives.

With her tests complete, she was now ready to reveal herself to the world.


She decided not to teleport instantly to her office. After all, what kind of entrance would that have been? Instead, she seductively sauntered over to her workplace, smashing people, cars, even entire buildings with her whip as she went. When she walked in the door, all eyes were on her. She heard the thoughts of every person in the office at the same time, and understood them all. They were shocked that she would turn up to work in a corset, heels and a whip. Well, that was going to be the least of their surprises. Before anyone could even speak, she projected her voice into their minds, and the minds of every man, woman and child on Earth.

"People of Earth, I am your new Goddess, Minah." She boomed in all languages "I have gained omnipotence and omniscience through means beyond your comprehension, and I hereby declare humanity my personal property, to do with as I please." She projected the image of her, standing arms akimbo as her former coworkers involuntarily dropped to their knees and prostrated themselves in worship.

"From this moment on this planet, no, this entire universe, will be devoted to myself and my pleasure. Those of you who live will dedicate their lives and their labour to me and me alone. I will purge you of your desire to do anything but serve me. I will experiment on you, your minds, your souls until I have created the perfect slave race. You will not live to see my plans come to fruition, but your children might, if you serve me well enough." As emphasis Minah cracked her whip and vapourised ten of her former workers.

"I could do this with a snap of my fingers. I could wipe your minds, cleanse them of your individuality, break your wills with a thought. But I won't. I will torture you, mould your psyche as I see fit with physical and mental pain, tear your minds to pieces with my whip and my shoes and rebuild you as I see fit. If you need proof of my power, look at the crater that used to be New York. I have wiped it from the face of the Earth because it displeases me. If you don't believe that was me, have a look at Toyko." With that, she projected the Toyko skyline into the minds of every person on the planet. In a flash, the blue sky was replaced with her unblinking eye. The hills around the city were instead the valleys of her palm. An entire city fit in her hand. Slowly, she closed her fingers around the doomed city, gleefully crushing it into dust.

"But no one is getting off that easily." She boomed suddenly. New York and Tokyo instantly reappeared in their original sizes and states. Their inhabitants returned to life, albeit with the traumatic memory of being crushed to death by a shoe or a finger. "Death is no escape for any of you. I own you now, and forever." With that, a perfect copy of Goddess Minah appeared in front of every man, woman and child. Men and women alike were overwhelmed by her incredible beauty. Without thinking they lowered themselves to their knees in reverence. A few even attempted to kiss her perfect feet. She either immediately executed them with a kick or made a mental note to spare them the worst, depending on how attractive she felt they were. Most did not survive.

Her clones spoke in perfect unison: "Now, this is what your Goddess commands..."

Every person was allocated a different but task for her glory. The lucky ones (the ones that submitted at her feet) were given jobs attending to her personal needs. Everyone else was told to grab what tools they had and assemble at the nearest temple site. She wanted them to toil away for the rest of their lives so that she may have statues and places of worship dedicated to her. The people of New York were commanded to tear down their own homes to build her a palace the size of their abysmal city. She could have done all of this with a wave of her hand, but what was the point of owning six billion slaves if you're not going to use them?

In perfect synchronization, her six billion clones all cracked their whips and commanded their charges to start. Thus began a new chapter in humanity's history, a chapter dedicated to the glorification and pleasure of Minah.

Fhank you for your kind words. I bash these out late at night sometimes and it's always nice to wake up in the morning to something positive.

The model's name is Minah. AFAIK she's a Korean model/singer.

I also just wanted to share a few links that might be interesting if you like beautiful Asian women.

Red flava is a blog/compilation site that is regularly updated. They feature a wide range of models from Korea/Japan/China but their images are not as high res as I'd like. Their image sets are often not as complete as other sites. A very good place to get started though.

CuteKorean is exactly what it says on the label. It's a blog dedicated to Korean race queens, singers, models, and other celebrities. The images are quite high res and somewhat more comprehensive than Red Flava.

Scan Lover is a forum site, and probably the best out of the bunch. The images are often high res, very comprehensive, and will even feature relatively obscure girls (and amateurs) from all over Asia. The downside is that you have to register an account, which is mildly irritating. Also a note: these forums have NSFW sections, though I don't recommend looking at any of these sites at work anyway

Happy browsing

What? You thought I’d be wearing tight spandex or some skin revealing costume?

Oh sillies, just because a girl is the most powerful force on the planet, doesn’t mean she needs to dress like a total stripper! Let’s face it, I can lift a mountain and twirl it on my finger like a basketball. Do you really think I need to show some cleavage or leg to get attention?

And the fab outfit? Stolen? Ha! In between stopping civilization destroying asteroids and run-amok nuclear terrorists, I’m a part-time waitress at TGI Fridays. Of course I always get great tips, and nobody complains about the service. Plus, thanks to the super-powers, I can handle the entire lunch time crowd without breaking a sweat!

It never gets old!

Sorry, I didn't mean to clog up the forum with necro-posting.

Reviving one of the best topics on the board is not something you should apologize for.

ChaozCloud wrote: Reviving one of the best topics on the board is not something you should apologize for.

No love lost here! Thanks for posting.

I know what will make you feel better. Look right...

Boobez!

jnw550 wrote:

ChaozCloud wrote: Reviving one of the best topics on the board is not something you should apologize for.

No love lost here! Thanks for posting.

I know what will make you feel better. Look right...

Boobez!

Mmmmm, boobs