Where No Yeoman Has Gone Before

Chapter 5

Dawn had found both women awake and alert, showing no ill effects from dinner the previous evening. Or from their other activities. Of course, that didn't keep Doctor McCoy from running his medical tricorder over both of them before allowing them to sit down for breakfast.

Breakfast that morning turned out to be much the same as dinner the previous night, though both women were somewhat relieved not to see any more of the silar, the intoxicating fermented berry beverage from the evening before. There was plenty of unfermented berry juice though, as well as another beverage that seemed to be sort of a cross between tea and coffee.

Looking across the table, Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu couldn't see a hair out of place on Rand's elaborate basket-weave. Not for the first time, he wondered how she did it, and how long it took her to do it. And how did she do it down here? He hadn't seen anything that looked like a mirror, and he'd had to depilitate by feel.

For her part, Rand pretended not to notice how attentive Teela, the chief's daughter, was being to "Jeem," just as she'd been at the meal the previous evening. None of the other women attending them were quite as attentive as Teela, though one of them, perhaps emboldened by Teela's example, was beginning to cozy up to Frank Williams, the tallest of the humans.

Rand had been somewhat amused last night, thinking back to Miri, one of the three-hundred-year-old "children" she'd encountered on her first away mission. But now, seen in the light of a new day, Teela's actions were more annoying than amusing.

What was even more annoying was that Captain Kirk apparently didn't find Teela's attentions annoying in the least.


"Yeoman Rand," Captain Kirk said as they were finishing breakfast, "I believe it's time for you to check in with the Enterprise."

"Yes, Captain," she said, wiping her lips with an almost clean cloth before getting up from the table. "I could use some fresh air and exercise after that." She glanced down at the remains of the meal, feeling no ill effects, as Jourdain also began to get to her feet.

"Mister Williams," Kirk continued as McCoy chuckled, "you look like you could use some fresh air and exercise, too. Why don't you escort Yeoman Rand to the Copernicus?"

Jourdain glanced at Rand and then sat back down as Williams extricated himself from the girl's arms and got to his feet.

The activity led to a flurry of speech and gestures among the Gammans, the gist of which boiled down to the clouds building on the horizon and the cold rain they portended, probably before midday.

"Try to get a long-range weather forecast for this area from the Enterprise," Kirk told Rand. "And try to get back before the rain."

"Yes, Captain," Rand said, picking up her tricorder.

Williams followed Rand as she slung her tricorder over a shoulder, felt her belt for her communicator and phaser, and set off. But as the trail left the clearing holding the village, she stopped to look at an exotic-looking bloom. Bending closer, she inhaled its fragrance. Then, plucking one and putting it into her elaborately done hair, she turned around for his inspection. He didn't think she needed any embellishment, especially in her elaborate basket-weave hair, but he fed her a standard compliment anyway, which she accepted graciously before setting off again.

Rand walked at a brisk pace, then broke into an easy jog. Williams stayed with her, enjoying the chance to stretch his legs. While the Enterprise boasted excellent recreational facilities, there was no substitute for actually being on a planet, with its wide-open spaces. Resisting the urge to run on ahead, he instead contented himself with matching Rand's pace, jogging along at her heels.

She apparently also enjoyed the opportunity to stretch her legs for, giving him a smile over her shoulder, she began picking up the pace. Returning her smile, he picked up his own pace. She countered by speeding up even more.


Janice Rand had never considered herself to be particularly athletic. It wasn't as if her job required it; she was, after all, nothing more than a glorified clerk. The few times she'd used the gym aboard the Enterprise, she'd done nothing more than spend a little time on one of the treadmills. The treadmill let her be by herself, without competing with anyone else.

Nor was she all that comfortable with the phaser on her belt. She'd been trained in its basic use like all Federation personnel, of course, and she'd had additional training since being assigned as Captain Kirk's yeoman since the job involved accompanying him on away missions like this one. But she'd never fired one except on a firing range, and wasn't sure whether she could actually fire it at a living person.

Somewhat to her surprise, she found herself enjoying the little jog. She'd been afraid that some of last night's ill effects might have lingered, but she felt fine. Better than fine. Maybe it was just being down on a planet, with its wide-open spaces, the view changing with every step, the wide-open sky above. It was easy to imagine that she was in a park, not on a strange, mostly unexplored planet.

Glancing back over a shoulder, she saw Williams keeping pace with her. Well, of course, he'd be keeping pace with her. Security people trained hard; she'd seen some of them in the gym every time she'd gone there. Knowing that he'd be able to keep up with her no matter how fast she ran, she still picked up the pace, enjoying the opportunity to stretch her legs.


Frank Williams had always considered himself to be in good physical shape. Beyond the norm for Starfleet, which was one reason he was in security. But now he was finding it took all he had just to keep up with the young female yeoman as she ran down the trail just ahead of him. As good a shape as he was in, he knew there would always be some women who could outperform him in any given physical contest, and running was not his strongest suit.

He swallowed the impulse to ask her to slow down a little, instead resolving to enjoy the view as she ran before him, her long shapely legs flashing, her tricorder bouncing at her side, her short skirt flapping up and down over her...

Distracted by the sight in front of him, he didn't see the projecting root until his foot caught it and he stumbled. His arms flew out wildly as he struggled to keep his balance but he was running too fast and wordless cry escaped his mouth as he started to go down. The ground was coming up fast and he tried to catch himself but his arms were too far back for him to bring them forward in time.

His face was less than thirty centimeters from the ground when it stopped. His arms continued their forward swing, and his palms slapped onto the ground. His knees came down a second later.

"What ---?" On his hands and knees, he looked around.

Yeoman Rand was standing --- or rather, crouching --- in front of him, one hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" she asked, pulling him quickly back up, her slender arm seemingly exerting itself no harder than if she was merely pulling up a blanket. For one brief instant his feet were completely off the ground before he was standing once again on firm ground.

"What ---?" he began again.

"I... I heard you shouting and I turned around to see you falling down. I... I stopped and caught you."

"You... you caught me?" He looked again at the hand on his shoulder and the slender arm connected to it. He had to outweigh her by at least twenty-five or thirty kilograms, and she had caught him with just one hand? Not only caught him, but pulled him back up to his feet?

"Well, you weren't all the way down." Observing his gaze, she removed her hand, looking briefly at it before letting it drop to her side.

He noticed that she wasn't breathing hard, as if she hadn't just run a couple of kilometers at nearly warp speed. "Maybe we should slow down," he suggested after a moment, having caught his breath. "It's not as if Lieutenant Uhura's waiting for us, and I'd hate for you to have to report a casualty because some clumsy idiot tripped over his own big feet."

"Okay, you can set the pace." She laughed. "That way if we run into a wild animal you can be first to know."

"Yeah, right." Laughing, he set out again, this time at a more sedate yet still brisk walk.

They reached the clearing holding the shuttlecraft without any further incident.

"Go ahead and report in," he said. "I'll keep watch out here."

"You sure?"

"Yes. It's my job. Now go on."

"Okay." She crossed the clearing, opened the hatch, and stepped inside.

Williams had almost regained his breath, but he was still feeling the effects of the earlier run. As soon as Rand had disappeared into the darkened interior of the shuttlecraft, he sank down onto a fallen log, stretching his legs out in front of him to work out the kinks.

A flicker of movement out of the corner of his eyes drew his attention to his right. Turning his head, he looked straight at it, but the movement was not repeated. Still, he was sure he'd seen something moving. Something more than just leaves and grasses in the breeze. A wild animal? Hostile natives? Easing himself off the log and into the shadows, he eased his phaser from his belt.

There it was again. No wild animal, but a humanoid head, standing erect. At first he thought it was a Gamman, but then the figure emerged out of the trees and into the clearing, and Williams saw its clothing.

The uniform of a Romulan centurion.

Even as Williams watched, another Romulan appeared behind the centurion.

While Williams was certain he could knock off two Romulans from where he crouched in hiding, he didn't know how many more there were. That there were more he was certain, since the centurion was issuing orders to somebody still hidden in the trees.

Ducking behind his log, he replaced the phaser on his belt, snatched his communicator, and flipped it open. "Williams to Jourdain," he spoke into it. "Come in, Lysette."

The only reply was a crackle of static, courtesy of the planet's radiation belt.

He turned up the gain. "Williams to anyone, come in. Lieutenant Sulu, Captain Kirk, do you read me?"

Nothing but more static.

"Anybody, come in! This is Williams."

Static.

Williams had been aboard the Enterprise when she became the first Federation starship to encounter a cloaked Romulan Bird-of-Prey. Or more correctly, the first Federation starship to encounter a cloaked Romulan Bird-of-Prey and live to tell the tale.

The Enterprise had received a distress signal from one of a string of outposts strung along the Federation side of the Romulan Neutral Zone. Even at full warp speed the Enterprise had been too late to save the outposts, but had managed to intercept the Romulan ship, pursuing it into the Neutral Zone. Deducing that the Romulan's cloak interfered with their sensors, had played a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse with the Romulan, mimicking its maneuvers, pretending to be nothing more than a sensor ghost, until the final combat.

Of course, Williams had only learned the details after the fact. However, he remembered that Rand had also been aboard at the time. But she'd been up on the bridge as the captain played his deadly game of cat-and-mouse with the Bird-of-Prey while Williams, like the rest of the lowerdeck crew, could only speculate about what was happening outside the hull.

What had made it even worse for Frank Williams personally had been the knowledge that his younger brother was stationed on one of those outposts. Only later had he learned that Fred had been on one of the outposts that hadn't been attacked and thus had survived.

He wasn't sure which was better, being terrified and wondering what was happening, not knowing when you were going to die, or knowing exactly what was happening and being terrified, seeing death come straight for you. If he ever got the chance, if they both survived this, he would have to see if he could talk about it with the yeoman.

Right now, he needed to talk to Yeoman Rand about something else, something more immediate. Snatching his communicator from his belt, he flipped it open. "Rand!" he yelled into it without waiting to verify the connection. "Stay inside! Don't come out!"

She obviously didn't hear his warning, for a moment later there was a flash of red and gold in the doorway as the yeoman appeared and started to step down.

Williams wasn't the only one to see the motion. Before he could shout another warning into his communicator, at least two phasers buzzed from the trees to either side of him. There was a brilliant flash of light as the beams converged in the doorway, and Rand's red-clad body tumbled out, crumpling onto the drive nacelle.

As her body slid behind the drive nacelle, another beam shot out of the trees. Accompanied by a deeper roar than that of the phasers, the blaster struck the drive nacelle. There was another, more brilliant flash of light as the drive nacelle casing cracked, releasing some of the power contained within the dilithium, forcing Williams to shield his eyes.

When he could look again, the shuttlecraft lay on its side, the broken nacelle pointing up into the sky. Of Rand there was no sign. Even though Williams knew no human could possibly have survived the explosion, he broke cover and rushed out into the clearing, heedless of his own safety.

He didn't get very far. He never heard the buzz of the phaser as it caught him in the back before he'd taken a dozen steps, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Chapter 6

It was the jostling that brought Frank Williams back to consciousness. It took him a little longer to understand what was jostling him, where he was. Eventually he realized he was draped over someone's shoulder as that someone walked at a brisk pace.

Trying to get up and away, he realized that his wrists were bound behind his back.

The one carrying him said something in a guttural language Williams couldn't understand. There was an answer in the same language, and then Williams felt himself falling to the ground.

He hit the ground with a grunt. Rolling over onto his back, he blinked up into the sunlight. Just what was going on here? The Romulans didn't take prisoners, so why hadn't they just killed him instead of hauling him off to wherever they were taking him?

A head moved into his vision. Silhouetted against the sun, he couldn't quite see its mouth move. Nor could he understand the words. But somebody apparently could, for another Romulan --- whether it was the same one who'd been carrying him or not, Williams couldn't tell --- bent down, grasped him by an arm, and lifted him to his feet. He stood swaying for a moment, the painful grip on his arm the only thing keeping him upright, as the apparent leader of the Romulans leaned in closer.

"How many of you are here on this planet?" the Romulan asked in heavily accented Federation Standard.

So, they wanted information from him before they killed him. Well, since they were going to kill him anyway, there was no point in disclosing anything. Clenching his jaws, he looked the Romulan in the eyes without saying a word.

"Speak, human!"

Williams worked his throat, opened his mouth, and spat in the Romulan's face.

Nonverbal communication takes many forms and not all forms have the same meaning among the various races in and out of the Federation. But not even a Romulan --- especially a Romulan --- could mistake the defiance in Williams's action.

Nor was there any mistaking his response, as he drew back an arm and cuffed Williams's cheek with the back of his hand. It wasn't a particularly hard blow by Romulan standards --- he had struck his women harder than that --- but it staggered the human. Only the viselike grip on his arm kept him on his feet.

As that grip brought him in front of the Romulan leader, Williams expected either another question or another blow. Instead the Romulan barked another order and the Romulan holding him swung him around and pushed him down the trail. Apparently he was going to be kept alive a little longer, to be questioned by a superior. Or tortured at leisure. Or both.

And they weren't going to waste energy carrying him when he could walk.

As he walked, the grip on his arm forcing him to keep up with the brisk pace the Romulans set, a part of his mind envied Yeoman Rand and her quick clean death. At least she had been spared the terror and pain --- and probably worse --- the Romulans could inflict on her.


Despite Frank Williams's belief, Yeoman Janice Rand had not died a quick clean death at the hands of the Romulans. However she did take longer to regain consciousness, which perhaps was forgivable since she'd not only been hit by two phasers but was also caught in the leakage from the destruction of a dilithium-powered warp engine.

Opening them, she discovered she had eyes. She slowly pushed herself up to her hands and knees, and looked around.

Everything was misty, obscured by a golden haze. It took her a few moments before she realized she was looking at her own hair. Bringing a hand up to her face to brush her tresses aside, she realized her long hair had come completely unbound from her meticulous basket-weave, falling loose about her face and upper body in a golden tangle.

Even after pushing the long locks of her hair behind her shoulders, it took a few more moments before she realized where she was. Above her was the shuttlecraft. It was on its side, which had made recognition more difficult. Around her was the clearing, the grass near the shuttlecraft charred as if there had been a fire of some sort.

There was no sign of Frank Williams, or of whatever had done those things to her and the shuttlecraft.

Her limbs obeyed her as she got up to her feet and took stock of herself. Her uniform was in shreds, hardly more than tatters of synthesized fabric. Her tricorder, phaser, and communicator were no more than lumps of melted metal and plastic.

It didn't cross her mind that she should have been no more than a lump of charred flesh, since she obviously wasn't, standing on her feet. Nor did it occur to her to wonder why she wasn't feeling the chill despite the fact that the thermal control in her uniform was no longer functional. In fact she felt no pain, not even discomfort, despite the state of her uniform and her equipment.

"Williams?" she called out.

There was no answer, just the rustling of leaves and grasses in the wind.

Orienting herself, she walked toward the trail she and Williams had taken to get here. There was no sign of the security man himself, but the grass had been trampled down by multiple pairs of feet. A beaten path went into the trees at an angle.

So, he wasn't alone, she thought. But why did he go off without at least calling me? Since there was no answer to be gotten here, she started following the trail.

What she would do when she found him, she didn't know. She had no weapon, no means of calling for help.

She started out at a walk, then switched to an easy jog when the trail widened. As her now nearly bare legs ate up the ground, she didn't realize that her "easy jog" was actually quite a bit faster than the fastest she and Williams had run on their way to the shuttlecraft.

Chapter 7

Frank Williams was exhausted and still in shock as the Romulans shoved him roughly along the trail through the trees. It had been more than an hour since these Romulans had destroyed the shuttlecraft and killed Yeoman Janice Rand. Choking in anguish once again as he thought of it, he began shaking in anger, desperately hoping he could find a way to at least avenge her death. With his eyes filled once again with images of that explosion, it was all he could do to stay on his feet.

Closing his mind, he tried to narrow his consciousness to focus on his sore legs: they ached now as he tried to walk, his knees collapsing from pain every few steps. Staring blankly at the ground in front of him, he concentrated his entire being on just completing the next step, his view of the world narrowing to the few feet on either side of him. Feeling the dark despair returning as his anger left him, he was also certain that he was going to lose his own life once these Romulans got what they wanted from him. He felt only the numb hopelessness of the half-dead and the damned as he stumbled painfully along as the trail opened up as it entered a large clearing.

They had nearly reached the far side of the clearing when the Romulan behind him suddenly pulled him roughly to a stop. Turning weakly to stare back at him through glazed eyes, Williams saw that the Romulan centurion was peering over his shoulder with a surprised look on his face. Turning to follow the centurion's gaze, he felt a tiny and irrational surge of hope as he wondered what could have surprised them.

While it was still hard to focus his eyes, Williams was able to barely make out something that looked like a mirage. He saw a vision of a blonde woman running across the grass toward them. Blinking his eyes furiously in an attempt to dispel the mirage, it did the opposite, coming into sharper focus. His heart suddenly began to beat faster, a tiny ray of hope taking life inside his head as he turned his head to listen to the way the Romulans were talking excitedly among themselves.

Yet seeing that the girl was apparently alone, his brief moment of hope was dashed as he felt the phaser jabbing painfully against his back, a reminder to stay quiet, or else. His feelings turning black once again, as he knew with all certainty that she would be just one more victim of these Romulans.

Yet despite the events that he knew were about to transpire, a probable rape and an inevitable death, he couldn't resist staring at her. She was slender and stunningly beautiful, her long golden hair blowing wildly in the wind of her passage. Her stride was loose and surprisingly powerful, her body clearly athletic as she moved much the same a long distance runner would run at the beginning of a race. Yet she seemed unusually strong even for a trained runner, each step taking her much further off the ground than was normal for anyone needing to preserve their strength. He was even more surprised when she got close enough so that he could clearly see the movement of her long tanned legs, the powerful musculature of those long legs very visible as she slowed to a walk as she came ever closer.

Despite the Romulans' obvious weapons, she didn't hesitate to approach them, walking briskly toward them. At the same time, the graceful movements of her body truly startled, Williams, in fact, he couldn't remember ever seeing a girl --- or any grown woman, for that matter --- with so many muscular curves on her body. Each movement of her legs or arms seemed to send a ripple of animalistic power through her lithe body.

The Romulans seemed to overcome their initial surprise at seeing the girl, the phaser digging harder into Williams's back as he was pushed forward again, the small group of men walking cautiously toward the girl as she neared them. Fascinated by her appearance, Williams watched how her eyes coolly met each of the Romulan's, studying their faces for a moment before finally pausing to stare directly into his own. Her sparkling blue eyes momentarily mesmerizing him, they were so big and so brilliantly blue that he suddenly felt his knees growing even weaker than they already were, the beautiful features of her face stunning him as she broke into a dazzling smile. Her bright eyes, glowing white teeth and cute dimpled cheeks, all framed by her golden golden hair, were enough to make his already weakened legs collapse, for he suddenly recognized her.

He'd never seen Yeoman Janice Rand with her hair unbound.

Falling to his knees yet again, he couldn't help but sigh quietly in response to her beauty and her smile, eventually realizing that he had been staring dumbfounded at her for nearly a minute. Struggling against the hypnotic pull of her beauty, he was finally able to blink his eyes and look at her body.

Her red skirt was in tatters, barely enough to be considered decent, the view of her long legs as they rose upward to disappear under it tantalized him with what he couldn't see. The top was equally tattered, her midriff almost completely bare, the bottom edge barely covering her nipples, revealing the lower curves of her perfectly circular breasts.

My God, she's beautiful, he breathed to himself, his pain and loss momentarily forgotten. But beautiful in such an exotic and powerful way! But what is she doing here? She's dead. I saw her die.

Williams couldn't help himself as his eyes swept upward once again to dwell on her dramatic breasts. They were the firmest and most perfectly rounded breasts he had ever seen. Her ragged top was daringly tiny, the fabric so thin that every rounded curve of her remarkable breasts was visible as they jiggled ever so slightly as she walked. They seemed to be set unusually high and were widely separated as they sat on top of what appeared to be a strongly muscled broad chest, at least for such a young woman. Looking down her body further, he admired her flat stomach and tiny waist, the grid of her abdominal muscles flexing visibly as she walked. Overall, she projected a stunningly sexual and athletic image, one that made her seem dramatically more powerful than any woman he had set eyes on before.

Like her chest, her shoulders were surprisingly broad and strong looking, the tendons of her neck standing out in bold relief against her upper chest and shoulders. Sweeping his eyes way down to her legs again, Williams felt a surge of arousal sweeping his body as he found that he could see the outline of every major muscle flexing as she walked toward him. He had never seen so many smooth hard curves on a woman's legs, nor ones that danced in rhythm to her steps like hers did. Overall, she looked like an immensely strong and agile gymnast graced with the height, beauty and fluid physique of an exotic dancer.

His eyes finally rose back to her face as she reached the men, her hands confidently resting on her hips as she came to a stop, her deep blue eyes focusing on each of their faces in turn until her eyes once again returned to dwell solely on Williams's. Dwelling on his as he saw a hesitant look in her eye, the look no longer that of a confident woman, but instead, she looked like a young and confused girl.


The centurion stepped confidently forward to meet the Earther female.Her eyes were like cool sky-blue lagoons as she looked into his. Yet despite her calm look, his eyes were anything but polite as he quickly glanced up and down her body, his weight shifting from foot to foot as his body language communicated how "impressed" he was with her figure. He was genuinely impressed with the female, and surprised that she didn't seem particularly concerned about his appearance or the weapons his men were openly displaying.


His thoughts racing, Frank Williams unconsciously gestured slightly with his head as he tried to subtly motion Janice Rand away, hoping she would flee before the Romulans took her prisoner as well. Yet she simply moved her gaze from the centurion's face to his once again, turning her head slightly to stare directly at him with those incredible blue eyes of hers. Smiling this time, her broad reassuring grin slowly crinkling the corners of her eyes as she gently shook her head, telling him that she understood him, but that she wasn't going to take his hint.

Yet somehow, he knew that she knew what she was doing. Perhaps it was the confident way that she carried herself, combined with the movements of her strong athletic body, or maybe it was just the frank look in her eyes, but something made Williams think that she could even handle herself in this crowd. That she was some kind of super girl. Unfortunately, this ridiculous fantasy lasted for only a moment, the pain from the phaser jabbing into his back forcing him back to his feet. He felt that sick sinking feeling in his stomach again as his momentary fantasy evaporated, realizing that there was really no way that she could handle these Romulans. She was too close to them and they were far too well armed for her to now have any hope of escape.


Yeoman Janice Rand saw Frank Williams motioning her away as some strong emotions twisted his facial expressions. She instinctively understood what he was trying to communicate and realized that he must have had an extremely rough time with these Romulans. Nevertheless, she simply gave him a warm smile while slowly shaking her head. He didn't understand that she wasn't really in any danger here. At least she didn't think she was. She didn't consider why she knew that --- it just seemed right.

However, the bound crewman himself clearly was in danger since the Romulans were obviously using him as some kind of hostage. Although everyone was facing her, her eyes had not missed the phaser being held against his back, the man's body momentarily becoming transparent to her, a vision of white bones and a dark ugly weapon pressing against his backbone filling her vision. Various thoughts swirled through her mind as she struggled to figure out a plan to ensure that she could distract and disarm these Romulans before they could hurt him. She had no idea if she could move fast enough to take their weapons away before they could use them. No, she decided, she would have to do this some other way.

Given the way their eyes were roaming lecherously up and down her body, she suddenly had an unusual idea. Turning her attention back to the lead member of the party, she saw how he was standing proudly and confidently in front of her. Her stomach lurched a little as she saw the way he was grinning at her, teeth visible as he slowly scanned her body from head to toe, his eyes dwelling often on her breasts.


Smiling at her, the centurion glanced back at the other men. "My men could use some of your kind of company and I don't think you'll last long enough to go around all by yourself."

His men laughed lecherously, enjoying their leader's rough humor while they gawked openly at the stunning Earther female.

The men now began to make rude male noises behind his back as they each envisioned what they would do with this Earther female. Meanwhile, the centurion displayed his teeth again as he smiled broadly, reaching down behind the female to casually lift up the back of her ragged red skirt. Exhaling appreciatively, he saw that she wasn't wearing anything under it. Staring in amazed arousal at her tight and very bare ass, he suddenly yanked her skirt up high enough to show her cute butt off to the others, stepping grandly aside to bow while he let them leer.


Yeoman Janice Rand felt a wave of disgust wash over her as she felt him intruding between her legs, his rough fingers even trying to penetrate her as he attempted to lift her upward. She had never liked anyone, especially a man, forcing himself on her or groping her in any way, especially this crudely. The anger that had started when he had pulled her skirt up grew much stronger as she turned her head to glare back over her shoulder at him! How dare he violate her like this?

Yet despite her disgust, her body almost betrayed her for a brief moment. She gasped softly as his fingers touched and penetrated her nether lips, a wild tingling sensation reaching deeply inside her. Yet this was hardly the touch of a lover, this was little more than an intrusion, the foreplay to rape, certainly not a lover's touch. Feeling him trying to force his rough fingers further into her sex, she instinctively tightened her muscles, squeezing her thighs against his hand. Flexing very hard to stop him, she was immediately rewarded with a slight crunching sensation, one that reminded her of eggshells breaking. Her momentary surge of arousal turned into a satisfying tingle as she was pretty sure that some of the bones in his hand had been crushed against her sex.


The centurion grunted in surprise, the waves of pain from his crushed hand radiating up his arm so strongly that he was rendered speechless. Finally opening his mouth, a screaming groan escaped him as he felt and heard his bones continuing to crush and splintering between the Earther female's duranium-like thighs. This Earther female was breaking his bones with just her pussy muscles.


Yeoman Janice Rand heard the Romulan groaning loudly as he strained to pull his hand back. Yet she angrily continued to hold him even tighter yet as she felt more crunching sensations vibrating against her sex. It took her nearly another half-minute to regain sufficient control of her emotions that she could force her muscles to relax. Meanwhile, the Romulan continued to struggle helplessly, pulling on his hand while screaming in pain.


The centurion had never felt such excruciating pain as he had stared dumbly at her gorgeous ass, unable to comprehend how the Earther female's muscles could have turned as hard as duranium, his hand completely crushed between her powerful inner thighs. Truly shocked by her strength, he had desperately tried to pull his injured hand back, his shock becoming even greater when he had found that he couldn't budge it from between her strong beautiful legs. This Earther female had legs like a vise.


Finally turning her head around to look coldly into his face, Janice Yeoman Rand saw his eyes staring up under her skirt as he slumped onto his knees behind her, his teeth tearing at her ass as he tried to get her to release him. Relaxing her muscles just a bit, she allowed him to remove his ruined hand, quickly turning around to face him.

Looking up at her face now in shock and pain, he seemed frozen in her cobra-like gaze. Taking advantage of his shock, she reached down to grab his wrists, her grip easily overpowering him as she lifted him bodily to his feet.


Damn, the centurion thought to himself, what's this Earther female made of anyway? He was a strong man, and proud of his work-hardened muscles, but no matter how he strained to release himself from this new embarrassment, he felt her hands holding him fast, her arms seemingly flexing only slightly as she lifted him upward until his feet were dangling. He felt completely helpless in her grip as she smoothly and easily set him back down on the grass, almost as if he was just a little child.

Despite the pain, a mask of dark anger clouded his face at the humiliation of being overpowered by a mere female! A young one at that. Pulling himself backward with all his strength, he finally managed to jerk his hand free of her grip, quickly balling up his good hand to deliver a smashing blow against the side of her face.


Yeoman Janice Rand saw the blow coming long before it arrived, and her quick reflexes allowed her to brace her neck and head against it. The sickening cracking impact of his fist striking her face was a completely unequal contest of human flesh hitting duranium, his blow failing to move her head so much as a single millimeter. The sound of the bones breaking in his other hand now filled the air as his fist crunched against her cheekbones and jaw. Screaming in pain, he fell backward to land on his ass, doubling over to now hold both hands gingerly against his stomach.


The subcenturion had been watching this all in amusement, at least until he saw the centurion trying to punch the Earther female out. Seeing his hand trapped between those gorgeous thighs had been almost funny, but the way she shrugged off his roundhouse punch was something else again. This Earther female was definitely strong. Quickly running up to help his centurion, he grabbed the Earther female's long hair with his right hand while pulling downward, trying to painfully throw her down onto the ground. Shocked at how firmly she held herself, he momentarily felt his entire weight hanging from her long hair, pulling with all his strength and weight, while she remained perfectly still. Pulling harder and harder, he grunted and strained like a madman, yet he could do no more than move her silky hair around. Finally, grabbing her hair with both hands, he yanked backward with all his strength, his entire body weight hardly managing to do no more than to pull her hair from side to side. Her head had not moved so much as a millimeter.

Amazed and angry and puzzled, he finally let go of her hair and grabbed her face, one hand across her mouth and another behind her neck. Gripping her cheeks cruelly with his fingers, he used all his strength to try and twist her head down toward the ground as he jammed his knee hard upward into her stomach. Yet she didn't even seem to know he was there, her body remaining completely immobile, her hands resting calmly on her hips, the little smile on her face growing broader. Growing more and more enraged, it finally began to sink in that she was very strong, and that he hadn't caused her any pain.


Yeoman Janice Rand calmly gazed at this second Romulan as she felt him using all his strength and weight to try to move her. She was surprised at how easy it was for her to resist him. The Romulan's straining muscles told her that he was using a lot of force against her, yet her muscles were hardly even flexing, let alone straining, as she easily resisted his efforts. She felt a surge of warmth filling her body as she began to appreciate how powerful her body had become, thrilled as she discovered the huge difference between her strength and the puny strength of these Romulans. Smiling excitedly to herself, she casually reached up with a flick of her hands to push her tangled hair back behind her shoulders.


Standing in front of the Earther female, the subcenturion had been surprised as he had caught a glimpse of her rounded biceps flexing when she raised her arms to straighten her hair. This was one strong Earther female, he thought. Maybe the reason that he couldn't hurt her was that she was actually stronger than he was? He shook his head as he dismissed that thought almost immediately. He knew that no Earther had ever even come close to having a Romulan's strength, male or female. However, he really had no idea how she was managing to resist him. Maybe it was some Earther martial arts trick?

Despite his growing anger, he felt his pants getting tight for this Earther female. She was so young and so incredibly beautiful. Her golden hair and her big blue eyes, her strong shapely body --- she was really turning him on. She was going to be a lot of fun and, based on what he had seen so far, maybe even strong enough to last for a few days before they used her up.

But first he needed to show this Earther female who was really in control here, she seemed way too sure of herself. Besides, he always got a real thrill from hurting his females before using them. Once they were softened up, he would convince them that their only hope of survival, their only long-shot chance, was to be really good in bed, and give him more pleasure than any female before her. Once they understood that, they would usually do anything to please him, trying hopelessly to keep him from causing them any more pain, trying desperately to stay alive. He loved the feeling of the strength and nearly unlimited power that this control over their life and death gave him.

His thoughts came back to the here-and-now as he smiled sadistically at the Earther female. Jumping forward without even thinking, he gave her a powerful kick with his heavy boot right up between her legs, up under her skirt, trying to bruise the pussy that he knew his men would soon be pounding away on. Yet despite his vision of hurting the Earther female, his foot came to a jarring stop as the duranium-tipped boot struck her pubic bone, the strong impact jolting his leg painfully while it threw him backward and off balance. Staggering to fall on his ass in the grass, he desperately grabbed his sore foot, his big toe hurting so bad that he was afraid he had broken it.

Looking back up at the Earther female as she stood calmly over him, he saw that she still had that cute little smile on her face. She didn't even seem to have noticed his kick until she casually reached down with her hands to smooth out her ragged skirt. Staggering back to his feet, he limped sideways a few steps before violently jerking his phaser from his belt.

Aiming his weapon at her stomach, he felt a sick calm coming over him, waiting eagerly for her pitiful pleading to start, preparing to revel in the emotions he enjoyed so much in his victims. He already knew exactly what he was going to do to "allow" her to make it up to him. He was getting so hard just by thinking about the fun he and the others were going to have with her tonight, he decided that they would start right here in the clearing, and right now.

Lost in a blur of violently sexual thoughts, sinking into the depravity of the damned, he was surprised, when she calmly put her hands back on her hips and threw her golden hair back, her smile growing broader and sexier as she looked directly at him, her eyes seemingly mocking him.

Realizing that it was time to break through her stupid overconfidence to show her who really was in charge here, he decided that she would be nearly as much fun to use when she was unconscious as when she was awake. Limping back up to her again, he smashed the handle of the heavy weapon across her face, pistol-whipping her with a violence that should have broken her cheekbones. Yet instead of the very familiar smack of duranium against soft yielding flesh, there was a sharp impact and an almost metallic ring as the hard duranium handle of the weapon crashed against her cheekbones. Cursing in shock, the subcenturion almost freaked out as the weapon bounced off her so strongly that it sent another painful shock back up his arm.

Once again, Rand had held her neck muscles so rigid that her head remained completely immobile under the force of the blow. The Romulan might as well have smashed his weapon into a duranium or granite statue. Or something that, unbeknown to the Romulans, was actually far harder than either of those materials.

"To hell with you, you're going to pay for that. Nobody hurts me and lives!" Pointing the phaser at the middle of her stomach, he pressed the actuator while snarling evilly.

Chapter 8

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Yeoman Janice Rand saw the Romulan activate his phaser. Concentrating on keeping her body completely relaxed, she felt the beam strike her just above her bellybutton, with no visible effect.

Her reflexes returning to normal as she blinked her eyes, she looked down at her bare skin while gently rubbing her stomach, relieved that there wasn't any mark on her. No real discomfort either. In fact, it had actually left a slight, but pleasant, tingling at the spot of the impact.


Staring at the Earther female's response, her smile making it appear as if he had given her a simple love tap, the subcenturion swore loudly, assuming that the phaser had misfired. He knew that he had to end this confrontation now before the rest of the men started razzing him. He could already hear them snickering in the background as they commented on his lousy aim. Well, he would end this and he would end it now. Raising the phaser, he pointed it directly at her chest while starting to triggering the actuator as fast as he could.


Yeoman Janice Rand watched as the Romulan fired at her, adrenaline surging into her bloodstream. Glancing down at herself as the next phaser beam struck her left breast about two inches below and outside her nipple.

The phaser beam had an astounding on the young woman, a surge of excitement filling her body as she felt her body more than matching the power of the Romulan phaser. Now very impressed with her new powers of invulnerability, shocked that her normally sensitive breasts could resist the violent force of a phaser beam, she was pleased to discover that her breast simply acted like some kind of a crazy energy absorber, soaking up most of the power. The initial force of the beam caused a huge shock wave to run through her body, the impact lifting her breast a couple of inches higher on her chest. And the tingles... God, she had never felt anything like that before! Her nipple was suddenly tingling and burning in such a pleasant and funny kind of way, almost like she was getting turned on.

She suddenly had a really wild idea. Moving her upper body around slightly, she began to guide the beams closer and closer to her rapidly firming nipples. She found that the closer they came to them the stronger that wild tingling in her nipples grew. Watching each blast with fascination, she was careful to move her breasts so that the backblasts would not fly toward her fellow crewmember. One of the beams finally landed directly on her now very erect left nipple, the impact sending a quick fiery tingle through her entire body. The backblast also bounced off this far firmer flesh so strongly that it hit the Romulan with the phaser squarely in the chest, the impact making him stagger backward while he rubbed his badly bruised chest and swore loudly.


Dropping his hand from his painful chest, the subcenturion dropped his phaser in the grass while pulling out a the blaster from a holster behind his back. Quickly aiming it at the female's bared stomach, he fired off a shot from this much more powerful weapon. Phaser-proof chest or not, nothing living could withstand a blaster, he thought to himself.


Seeing this much larger and faster weapon, Yeoman Janice Rand instinctively tightened her abdominal muscles --- this was obviously a much more powerful weapon than the earlier, smaller one. The force of the heavy blast rocked her backward and sent a huge shockwave across her body, bright sparks exploding across her stomach and under her breasts.

Swearing in apparent frustration, the Romulan aimed his weapon higher, up toward her now nearly bared chest. The next blast struck directly on her slightly aroused nipple, a wild flurry of sparks momentarily lighting her deep cleavage, the torn fabric of her uniform top floating down to cover the grass in front of her. Staggered by the force of the blow, Rand gasped as the more powerful impact set off a new wave of wonderfully fiery tingles that spread from her nipple, moving across both breasts and even down between her legs. The blast was so powerful, in fact, that it depressed her breast inward until her hard nipple was smashed up against one of her ribs.


The subcenturion was amazed beyond words now, gawking at the Earther female with his mouth hanging open as he saw her breasts bouncing wildly around under each impact, each powerful blast tearing another hole in her already ragged uniform, the impacts spreading huge ripples through her soft flesh, some so powerful that her large breasts flew up to nearly touch her face. Stalking closer to this incredible female, he reached out with his hand and roughly ripped the remains of the right side of her uniform top downward to fully expose her tit. Surprised that she didn't resist him, she was licking her lips, her nipple fully engorged and moist. Her eyes followed his down to stare at that beautiful mound, both of them shocked when they saw that there was hardly a mark on her soft flesh. He couldn't understand how the thin torn fabric he was holding in his hand could have protected her from the powerful blasts.

Fortunately, there was nothing between the blaster and her bare skin of her chest now. Stepping back a few steps, he fired several more times directly into the soft flesh of her bared breast, more amazed than angry now. Gasping as he saw her big tit flying around wildly under the impacts of the powerful blasts, she stood there with her hands on her hips, acting as if this was just some kind of weird alien foreplay. In fact, she was smiling at him as she reached up now to cup her breasts, pressing them together while lifting them up higher on her chest to give him an even better target. Noticing that her fingers paused briefly as they caressed her hard nipples, he saw those hard points growing remarkably larger as her fingers caressed them. Without even thinking, his mind completely overwhelmed by the impossibly erotic scene that was unfolding in front of him, he unconsciously shoved the blaster roughly toward her as he tried to figure out what was going on here.


Yeoman Janice Rand was absolutely fascinated with the power and invulnerability of even this softest part of her body by now. Lost in her own pleasures, she was surprised when the Romulan jabbed the blaster barrel forward, jamming it firmly against her chest. Sliding her fingers downward to grasp the hot barrel, she moved her breast slightly to the side so that one firm nipple slid inside the huge open end of the blaster. She didn't really know why she had instinctively done that, but was immediately rewarded with a wildly erotic sensation as the smoking hot barrel slid over her tingling nipple. Holding her breath while concentrating on her expanding nipple, willing it to get even harder, she felt her nipple engorging further as it tightly squeezed the inside of the barrel.


The sudden engorgement of the Earther female's nipple put enough upward force on the blaster that it was almost torn from the subcenturion's hand. Gripping the handle tighter, he tried to pull it back with all his strength, but was stunned when he realized that her nipple was actually stuck in the barrel. Roughly jamming the barrel against her chest as hard and as fast as he could, he twisted it from side to side, trying to free it from her chest. With his amazement turning to anger once again, he really wanted to hurt her.

Yet on each powerful shove, he felt her large breast dimpling inward far enough to bury half of the barrel of the blaster. In fact, when he leaned his whole weight against the blaster while pushing it and twisting it as hard as he could, her eyes got a little misty, looking almost as if she was getting turned on. Feeling the back of his hand pressing against the warm soft flesh of her tit, his body instantly responded in a similar way, his unbidden erection pressing painfully against his tight pants. Yet he was too shocked and angry to dwell on such pleasures as he tried to violently twist and pull the blaster free again, the Earther female's big nipple staying infuriatingly wedged in the barrel.


Staring down at the blaster and the straining muscles that were so apparent on the Romulan's arm, Yeoman Janice Rand could not believe how good the rough twisting forces felt against her nipple. She especially liked the sensation of the sharp energy directors inside the barrel as it grabbed and twisted her. Enjoying the sensation of the Romulan using all his strength in an effort to free the blaster, she smiled softly at him while holding herself perfectly still, her hands on her hips again, flexing her chest muscles as she found she could almost lift the Romulan off the ground with just the rise of her breasts.

Finding that she was really starting to get off on this feeling of absolute power, she suddenly wanted the man to do impossible things to her body, enjoying each new "assault" that he inflicted on her. The more he tried to injure her, the more she shrugged off the blows, the stronger, and more confident she felt. Breathing excitedly, she began envisioning herself as some kind of ancient Norse goddess as she stood proudly before these weak pitiful men.


The subcenturion's face was now a mask of anger, pain and embarrassment now as he tried to get his blaster back. He glared again at her large round melon-sized breast as it infuriatingly refused to release his blaster. The Earther female was still smiling sweetly and innocently, as she looked down at herself, lifting her hands from her hips to run them sensually over her breasts, her fingers tracing the outline of her other nipple. She was breathing faster and faster as her fingers fondled her breasts ever more firmly as she tried to stroke the blaster across her nipple. He was shocked as he suddenly realized that she was actually getting turned on by the struggle, watching in amazement as the nipple of her other breast grew much larger between her fingers, the hard point straining outward against the thin fabric of her uniform. Suddenly, with her other nipple growing impossibly large, he heard and felt a loud crack radiating up through his arm.

Almost screaming in shocked surprise, he saw the heavy barrel of his blaster splitting open simply from the force of her expanding nipple. He was so startled that he convulsively jerked the actuator to send another powerful blast racing down to impact her now harder-than-duranium nipple. Something clearly had to give, and wasn't going to be the flesh of this young Earther female's breasts! The powerful blast instead rammed against her super hard-nipple before heading in the only direction it could, racing back up the blaster. The blaster exploded in the his hand, hot fragments of duranium flying all directions. Screaming in pain, he crumpled over as he held his shattered hand against his stomach, his legs finally collapsing as he fell sideways onto the grass.


Equally shocked but completely unhurt, Yeoman Janice Rand gasped at the burst of pleasure that the explosion brought her. Despite the pleasures the blaster's explosion had brought her, she understood that these Romulans were dangerous and that they would injure or kill anyone who crossed their path. They had already tried to kill her several times, and had only failed because of her newly gained invulnerability. She knew she had to stop them before they injured anyone else, but had no real idea about how to do it. While she was obviously some kind of super woman now, she had never deliberately hurt anyone before and had no training in any kind of fighting skills beyond the basics. Acting naively, she stepped closer to the Romulan while attempting to pull the remains of her torn uniform top back up to cover her breast. Somehow she knew she would figure out what to do with him once she actually laid her hands on him.


While the Romulans were trying to blow Yeoman Rand away, Frank Williams had simply stood watching in awe as the blaster shots had bounced off her body. Astounded beyond words, he saw her large breasts bouncing around wildly under the strong impacts of the blasts, each shot tearing a huge hole in her uniform top until it looked like a ragged fishnet, unable to comprehend how she didn't seem to be injured by the powerful blasts. With his mouth hanging open, he had been flabbergasted to see her smile becoming ever broader as the blasts kept striking her amazingly firm chest without causing any injury. It was unbelievable, but she actually seemed to be enjoying having her tits shot up this way.

Having no idea how such a gorgeously feminine chest could absorb such powerful blasts, especially considering the way her breasts were jiggling from the force of the blasts, he knew that the fabric of her uniform top was not what was protecting her. Each blast tore a new hole in her uniform top. Besides, the first blast had definitely hit the smooth flesh of her breast that was well inside the moderately dished top of her uniform. Continuing to stare at her beautiful chest as it became more and more revealed as the fabric was shredded by the blasts, he was still surprised when the Romulan pulled her top down to fully reveal one gorgeous tit. Gasped in surprise a moment later from the huge report, he watched as the man fired his blaster at point-blank range directly into that sexy bare mound. Then, when the Romulan shoved the blaster barrel against her breast and it got stuck with her nipple inside it, he had realized that he was seeing something that was completely impossible, at least outside of his wildest midnight fantasies. Despite the obvious violence of the young woman's encounter with his captors, he could not help but become very aroused as he watched the superwoman casually using her invulnerability and strength. He had no idea how she was doing it, but this incredible woman was defeating these Romulans with nothing but her soft tits and her sweet smile. He had a sudden wild fantasy about what would happen if her hard nipple continued to expand inside the barrel of the blaster --- the realization of this fantasy coming only seconds later when he saw the barrel split open; his impossible fantasy somehow incredibly fulfilled. The resulting explosion that knocked the Romulan down only confirmed what he had been imagining --- this woman was so strong and so invulnerable that the powerful blaster could not hurt even the softest and most delicate part of her body.


Unconsciously brushing the residue of the exploding blaster from her cleavage, metal shards tinkling to the ground in front of her, Yeoman Janice Rand looked back at the bound Williams again as she smiled to reassure him that she hadn't been hurt. Unconsciously rubbing the blackened residue from her nipple before pulling the tattered remains of her uniform top back up, she noticed how closely that man was watching her now. Smiling confidently, she focused her attention again on the man with the blaster, calmly reaching down to twist the weapon out of his shattered hand. Turning the warm blaster over in her hands several times while she looked closely at it, she was surprised to see how primitive it appeared in comparison to equivalent Federation equipment. Still, it could easily kill the crewman these men were holding prisoner. She had to prevent that.

Feeling all of the men's eyes on her, she smiled sensually while reaching her fingers around the middle of the device while beginning to squeeze it. The rough edges of the hard duranium shifted under her fingers at first, forcing her to turn the phaser slightly to get a better grip. Gripping it hard, she was pleasantly surprised to feel the metal starting to give slightly under her fingers. Raising her hand so that the men could all see what she was doing, she looked at the strong tendons that were now so pronounced along the back of her hand, noticing that they were standing out like duranium cables. Feeling a burst of warmth rushing down her arm, she gripped the blaster harder still, the duranium suddenly feeling soft and squishy as it began to slowly bend under her grip, her fingers squeezing deeply inward until the entire blaster collapsed in her strong grip as if it were made only of warm wax. Squeezing her hand completely closed, the blaster was now crushed into two pieces as the duranium squished out from either side of her hand. Raising her other hand, she cupped one end of the blaster while slowly pressing her palms inward against it. Her breasts now pushed strongly up against the thin fabric of her uniform as her underlying chest muscles strained, the blaster slowly bent in half between her palms. With the hard duranium groaning and creaking loudly under the incredible pressure from her chest, she simply kept increasing her strength until her hands were nearly touching, the blaster now folded completely in half.

Looking up with a girlish smile at the Romulan who had shot her, she casually cupped both of her hands around the crushed duranium remains of the blaster like she was making a snowball, squeezing it in her fingers several more times as she gradually collapsed the duranium down to the size and shape of a baseball. A teasing smile crossed her face as she turned to stare at Frank Williams's amazed expression, winking playfully at him. Sensing the full capability of her body as she grew more and more aroused, she lifted up the torn fabric of her uniform top to place the now warm ball of duranium between her large breasts. Pressing her hands together again, this time squeezing only the soft flesh of her breasts, the duranium ball was immediately swallowed into her generous cleavage. With her breasts tingling wildly in anticipation of what she was going to do, she felt the duranium ball flattening as she squeezing them together, her hands pushing harder and harder against the soft flesh.

It wasn't long before the hot duranium started squeezing out of her cleavage like melted wax, her fingers buried so deeply in the soft flesh of her body. She was shocked when she looked down at herself, noticing that some of the duranium was actually turning white hot as it melted from the extreme pressures between her now invulnerable super-breasts. Watching as several small rivulets of molten duranium began to snake their way down the middle of her flat stomach, she was amused by the way it traced along the strong rippling contours of her abs.

Suddenly shocked at what she was doing in front of these men, she relaxed her grip on her breasts as the molten metal began to flow freely now, having been heated to tremendous temperatures by the incredible pressures she had exerted on it by the softest flesh of her body. Slipping her hands beneath her breasts, she collected the half-molten duranium as it flowed from her cleavage, casually watching the warm metal flow across up her wrist before she threw the glowing remains of the blaster far out into the forest.

With her breasts now tingling from the incredible sensation of crushing the blaster, she was surprised to find that her entire body was glowing with a pleasant sensual feeling. She knew that she was going to get turned on whenever she really used her remarkable new strength. Looking back at the small group of men, she was secretly pleased by their startled reactions, their wide-open eyes staring at her glowing breasts, their jaws almost touching their chests as she pulled her uniform top back down again. Barely able to suppress a soft giggle, she realized that she was the one who was really getting turned on by displaying her strength to these men; strength that must be thousands of times greater than any man or woman they had ever heard of before.


Frank Williams had been totally astounded as he had watched Yeoman Rand's muscles flexing so unbelievably large as she took the blaster away from the Romulan. He had never before seen such an incredible display of strength and power. Yet her arms and body were so beautiful. She looked incredibly strong as her flawlessly supple skin stretched tightly over her impossibly sculpted muscles. The tendons on the back of her hands and wrists stood out so prominently as she rotated her wrist to bring the blaster up to chest level. He thought he was past being surprised by anything this woman did when he heard the duranium starting to squeal and saw the blaster deforming in the strength of her grip, the weapon looking more like it was made of a softy putty as opposed to hard duranium. Somehow he had known, just by her appearance and her invulnerability to the Romulan's blasters, that her muscles would also be incredibly strong. The sight of the blaster crushing slowly in her strong hand made his head, and something else, feel like it was going to explode.

He had always been fascinated by tales of well-endowed women possessing fantastic strength, yet he could not truly believe that he was standing next to the incarnation of his wildest fantasies. This was a real flesh and blood human woman, and she was defeating these Romulans without even working at it. Forgetting to even breathe, he almost passed out as he compulsively watched her while she went on to lift her uniform top up before squeezing the blaster to molten duranium between her gorgeous tits. He could barely comprehend what she was doing as her strong arm and chest muscles pushed her soft breasts so tightly against the duranium. Surprisingly, she seemed just as amazed as she was obviously experimenting with her body. In spite of his early deductions about her powers, he was still astounded when he saw the rivulet of hot molten alloy flowing from the bottom of her cleavage. Tracing it downward with his eyes, he felt a thrill as he saw it run over her flat stomach, a white-hot glow lighting up the entire front of her body as the remaining hot duranium made her beautiful skin glow so brightly. He could only stare in slack-jawed disbelief as she then relaxed her grip, watching a glowing rivulet of duranium flowing around her wrist before she casually tossed the glowing remains of the blaster into the forest.

He was in such shock that he hardly noticed it when she reached down to pick up the phaser the Romulan had dropped, her hand closing effortlessly around the weapon. She quickly and effortlessly squeezed her hand completely closed until the energy pack exploded loudly, yet harmlessly, in her grip, finally throwing the crushed remains of that phaser into the forest alongside the blaster.

His eyes --- hell, all parts of his entire body --- now exploded with wild arousal, his eyes rapturously traveling up and down along the steely curves of her body, his imaginary hands and lips following close behind them. He could not get enough of this amazing young woman, her gorgeous fair skin and beautiful blond hair making her look like some kind of goddess. Finally gasping for air, suddenly realizing how long he must have been holding his breath, his eyes rose back up to her chest, his body growing even more aroused as he saw how huge her erect nipples had grown, as he saw how they were sticking so far out from the holes in her torn uniform top as she pulled it back down to cover herself. A thrill coursed through his body as he realized that she was getting as turned on by all this as he was.


Yeoman Janice Rand felt an incredible tingling sensation that seemed to home in on her nipples as she cleaned the remnants of the glowing metal from the softness of her chest. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to force herself to relax, forcing herself to control the arousal that was racing out of control. Slowly reaching up to cup and lift herself, she felt just how large and hard her nipples were truly getting, her fingers playing gently with them. Despite being too young for the Romulans who surrounded her, she knew it was useless to try to ignore the growing power of her strongly erotic impulses, her newfound strength and confidence overcoming any girlish hesitations. Blinking her sparklingly clear blue eyes, she stepped forward to gently wrap her arms around the Romulan who had been shooting at her, holding him tightly against her body, pressing herself against his chest to try to calm the wild tingling that filled her breasts.


The subcenturion felt a pleasant sensation from the Earther female's warm hands as she ran them across his back while pressing her body so closely against his own. At first, her warm soft breasts felt incredibly good as they pushed so firmly against his hard muscled chest, her silky hair falling across his face and shoulders. Feeling himself starting to get really hard, he also was so very aware of the amazingly firm points of her nipples as they pressed against him, the pressure of those long nipples almost painful as they dimpled his own powerful chest. Sliding his leg up between hers, he pressed his knee against her crotch as hard as he could. Unsure how to hold her, he decided to not hold back at all, the vision of her crushing his blaster in her hands and then between her breasts still stunning him.

Maybe this is how the Earther female gets turned on, he thought to himself. Maybe she needs a strong male like me to satisfy her young body. He got even harder as he felt his manhood pressing against the softly rippling muscles of her flat stomach. Reaching down, he ran his hands up under her ragged skirt to grip her tight ass in his hands with all his strength.


As the Romulan held her, Yeoman Janice Rand felt her breasts beginning to flatten very slightly against his strong chest as she started to hold him more tightly, his knee rubbing against her crotch and his hard cock throbbing insistently against her lower stomach, both sensations sending thrills through her strong body. She also felt the firm grip of his fingers under her skirt as he held her bottom so tightly. Pausing for a moment, her senses full of these wonderful feelings, she found herself getting very aroused, her arms instinctively holding him more and more tightly, the tiny muscles under her soft skin tightening as her breasts became so much firmer.

With her mind floating in bliss, she began to react simply as women have always reacted to being turned on. Without thinking, she soon found she was holding him so tightly that her now breasts had stopped compressing, the Romulan's ribs bending slightly inward under the firm pressure of her no longer soft mounds. Sensing the erotic contrast between her strength and the Romulan's, a feeling of tremendous power surged through her body. Yet despite that awareness, she was completely unaware of how strongly she was holding him, his body bending around her firm chest. A thrilling tingle started between her legs and ran up across her stomach until it reached her breasts, unconsciously compelling her to began to use her breasts in a way she had never imagined possible, using them to completely overpower this man. A distant part of her mind knew she could just as easily use them to destroy him if she wanted.

That hidden part of her mind suddenly rushed forward, relishing the sensation of his ribs bending further inward as she flexed her biceps more strongly. She suddenly remembered what this Romulan had tried to do to her. Without truly understanding where it was coming from, she felt a sudden wave of righteous anger flowing through her as her subconscious mind resolved to stop this man from ever hurting anyone else.

This wildly forbidden thought, that of using the softest part of her body to completely overpower this man, suddenly excited a young woman's libido to new heights. Fleeting thoughts of how her best friend back on Saweoure had been overpowered and raped by a man that one time now flitted through the back of her mind, her frequent fantasy of having the physical strength to right that wrong moving closer to the forefront of her consciousness. She had always known that it was a normal part of many cultures for men to physically, and sometimes painfully, dominate women, although outright rape on was strongly punished on all Federation planets. Yet she had always secretly hated this aspect of her culture, this concept of male dominance and female subservience, and had exercised her body for years to make her muscles hard and strong enough to hold her own against any man. And now those impossible dreams had been more than fulfilled on this far away planet as she realized that no man could ever again force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

That exciting thought, one that was strangely erotic, the thought of totally overpowering a man with just her physical strength, was enough to cause her body to become totally aroused again. Her nipples, now as super as her muscles, grew until they were more than an inch in length as they pressed firmly into the Romulan's chest. Yet because her breasts were already compressed to the point where they were in equilibrium with the Romulan's strongly muscled chest, the increase in pressure gave them no place to go except through the soft masculine body that she held in her arms. She was barely conscious of the man's final gasps as the air in his lungs was forcefully expelled by her expanding chest. She knew only that her nipples were burning and tingling strongly, and that she needed to stroke them across his strong chest. She suddenly loved the little thrills she felt as each of the Romulan's ribs bent her nipple downward slightly before they would slip free and snap upright again, his chest growing wetter, the slippery warmth helping her nipples slip smoothly over his ribs.

"Mmmm, heavenly!" she sighed as she rested her cheek on his shoulder, her long silky hair draped luxuriously over his upper body. Without realizing that she was doing anything but indulging in her own sensual pleasures, her steely nipples slowly ripped through his heavy uniform tunic and into his chest muscles themselves while she simply basked in the wonderful sensation of rubbing her nipples against his hard ribs. Her powerful hands held his upper arms as she started lifting his body up and down across her body, her embrace so forceful that her now duranium-hard nipples began creating two huge deep furrows down his chest. She continued to hug him tighter and tighter as she slowly reached her arms further around his back, his ribs painfully and slowly bending inward around her inhumanly erotic breasts as she pressed them more and more firmly against his chest.


The subcenturion reacted by painfully reaching up to grab the sides of her chest while frantically trying to push the distracted Earther female away from himself. Yet he was terrified when he found that he couldn't make the slightest difference in the pressure her breasts were exerting against his chest, her eyes closed as she seemed to be indulging in some private fantasy. Struggling like a man possessed, his vision started to grow darker as he found he couldn't breathe any more either, the pain of his torn skin and muscles becoming more than he could bear. Finally, with one last gasp of strangely erotic agony sweeping through his body, he felt his ribs passing the point of no return, his fragile bones collapsing noisily under the inexorable pressures exerted by this super female's beautifully firm and now completely lethal breasts.


Meanwhile, lost in a fantasy that was beyond human comprehension, Yeoman Janice Rand continued to dreamily hug the Romulan even tighter to herself as she unconsciously bent his spine further and further under her hands until it too snapped in half, her hands effortlessly pushing his shoulder blades into the remains of his chest as his body collapsed in her tight embrace. So lost was she in her erotic reverie that she still had no idea what she was doing to this Romulan. Her eyes remained closed as she enjoyed the tingling feelings that coursed through her young body. Smiling dreamily, her soft lips gently kissing his ear, she leaned her head on his shoulder while letting her long silky blond hair flow gently down his back. Dreaming of Captain Jim Kirk, of embracing him this strongly, she ran her hands luxuriously down this man's strong back, imagining it was the Captain's body she was holding so tightly against her own, her thoughts momentarily lost in the rapturous sensations of that frequent fantasy.

At the same time, the immense and uncontrolled strength of her hands continued to crush the remainder of this Romulan's ribs, fracturing his lower spine while she gently ran her fingers across his torso. Squeezing her thighs together to try to push his knee more firmly up against her hungry crotch, she was frustrated when she felt his leg suddenly dissolving softly between hers, a muffled snap barely audible before all the resistance of his leg faded away. Captain Kirk's body had never felt this way to her in her dreams.

Growing more and more frustrated, she ran her lower down his back until she finally held his hips, a sudden irresistible urge to press his body even more firmly against herself. Tightening her abdominal muscles, she suddenly felt several very sharp cracks, totally unaware that his hips had just shattered against the wet duranium of her hard pubic bone, guarding as it did her suddenly needful sex. Completely lost in the overwhelming sensuousness of her passion, she pressed him ever more firmly between her legs, the remaining bones of his thighs bending the little they could before they also shattered loudly.

Never in her young life had Rand felt herself this turned on or had she felt this strong and vital. Her passion grew so great that she never noticed what she was doing to this Romulan until she finally felt her own fingers reaching unobstructed between her legs. Until she felt the wonderful sensation of her wet fingers sliding gently between her swollen labia, as she felt the electric tingles as she touched her clitoris, as she felt her body now becoming fully aroused. Adrift in a feeling of wild sexual power and pleasure, she slid her fingers faster across her sex, her entire body vibrating with desire, her fingers overcoming the growing frustration she had been feeling.

Yet at the same time, another part of her mind was awakening. That part of her consciousness quickly noticed that the Romulan seemed much smaller and softer in her arms now, his body now far too soft in fact to be interesting to the 'other' part of her anymore.

It was at this moment when that part of her mind screamed, the flash of realization of what she was doing to this Romulan causing her to suddenly snap her eyes open. Overcoming her hazy sensual daze, she looked down to see the Romulan's distorted and crushed body hanging in her arms, horrified as she suddenly realized that she had broken nearly all of the bones in his body as she had hugged him to herself so passionately. Gasping in horror, as she opened her arms and stepped backward, the crushed body of the now dead man falling into the formless heap of a rag doll on the grass.

The sudden realization that she had actually become sexually aroused while crushing the life from this Romulan crashed in on her. While one part of her mind exulted in her new sexual and muscular powers, a larger part of her was nauseated that she could kill a man so easily and unconsciously with just her bare hands. Even if he had been a dangerous Romulan. And all the while feeling such wild and forbidden pleasures.

With her passion escaping her as fast as it had come, she brushed her tousled blond hair from her face to reveal her eyes, looking up at the two remaining Romulans and their captive, feeling a little ill as she saw their wild eyes filled with a strange combination of desire and unspeakable horror. Staring back at them, the intensity of her gaze making their clothes smolder as their hair lifted from their heads, the young woman in her did not understanding what to do or say now.


Frank Williams had watched in awe and righteous anger as Yeoman Rand had crushed the Romulan's chest with nothing but her beautiful breasts, all the while running her hands slowly and sensually up and down his back. He could see the warm distant smile on her lips as she rested her head softly on his shoulder, her eyes finally closing as she enjoyed the sensuous feeling of his body against her own. Yet despite his vengeful anger, he was shocked when he saw her hands pressing deeply into his back while his body flattened against her own, his back taking on the molded mirror shape of her own dramatic physique. He could see that her hands were actually cupped in the shape of her firm breasts as she pushed those remarkable contours completely through his hard body, her hands firmly holding them again! Even though Williams was nearly ten meters away, he could hear the loud crunching of the man's bones as she extended her strong passionate embrace down his back until his body was crushed to just a silhouette of her own.

Yet he couldn't help but stare at her huge erect nipples after she finally dropped the Romulan's body to the ground. To his credit, he also sensed her horror, a look of anguish crossing her face while she looked down at the Romulan's formless carcass, and then back at herself. He wasn't sure of all the emotions she was feeling now, but he could clearly see that she was very sexually aroused, but also totally appalled at what she had just done to the Romulan. She seemed bewildered as she looked back and forth between her hands and the crushed remains of the Romulan at her feet, and then directly into his own eyes, a look of confused vulnerability very clear in those incredibly blue eyes. His mind was suddenly filled with conflicting emotions of his own as he watched her hands suddenly behave very shyly as they reached up to cover her erect nipples, her breasts protruding so far outward from the thin fabric of her top.

Williams was nearly thrown from his feet by the sudden explosive flurry of bright sparks that impacted across Rand's back, the explosions against her bare skin as each powerful impact threw her body forward a meter or more. Her long golden hair flew up into the air as beams struck the back of her head and neck, her skirt flew wildly as a further stream of death flew up under it, her body flying forward like a rag doll as the Romulans kept firing away at her.

With her gorgeous body encased in a fiery ball of blaster explosions, she staggered to her knees, the powerful blasts pounding against her ass before blowing the back of her skirt off, exposing her tight bare ass for all to see. The impacts reaching between those gorgeous cheeks that were on such display, she was finally thrown painfully forward to land on her face in the grass.

Yet despite the powerful fury of the weapons, Williams could see that she still lived, slowly shaking her head as she tried to raise it from the sand. Yet she had barely begun to rise when the Centurion ran over with a blaster in each hand, obviously so furious and so afraid that he hardly noticed the fumbling of broken bones. He fired them rapidly into the back of her head at point-blank range, the impacts of the powerful blasts smashing her head back down into the sand, her golden hair flying about her. Eventually, after struggling to get up several times, she collapsed limply as another Romulan rushed up with his blaster and began firing blasts into her back and head, the smashing her head even further into the ground.

They did not stop shooting at her until they ran out of charges, her body now lying face down and still, her chest no longer rising with her breathing, one leg twisted under her, her golden hair splayed wildly across the grass.

With that final image in his mind... Williams felt his legs shaking beneath him, his vision going dim as he passed out.

Chapter 9

The Romulans did not stop shooting at the Earther female even as her body collapsed and became still. Reloading their weapons, they stepped back up to her defenseless body, firing again and again into the back of her head until their energy packs were emptied for a second time. Her beautiful golden hair was a tangled mess now, the long strands of her hair having flown wildly under the impact of each beam as they had driven her head deeper into the ground. Yet they were amazed when they could still see no marks on her fair skin.

But all was not lost. They could clearly see that she clearly wasn't breathing any longer, so she had to be dead. But just to be sure, one of them reached down to lift her wrist, checking for a pulse. He visibly paled when he felt a strong calm pulse beating under his fingers, the pulse of a young female who was sleeping peacefully. Knowing that they were in the quiet before the storm, it didn't take a genius to figure out that if she recovered now, they would have to face this powerful Earther female's anger, emotions that were likely to be absolutely storm-like in their intensity.

As his men shouted at each other in a near panic, the centurion quickly decided to end this once and for all. Sending the gunner back to the groundsled to grab the disruptor, the centurion began to plan how he was going to end the threat of this female once and for all. If that thing could destroy a small spacecraft, it should work just fine on this young Earther female. At least that was the plan. But like most of his plans, it was flawed from the start.

Waiting anxiously for the gunner to return, the centurion saw his worst fears being realized -- the Earther female was struggling to regain her feet. While she was clearly conscious again, she looked dazed and unsteady as she stood up and looked around with a blank hurt look in her eyes. Turning to grab the weapon as he heard the gunner running breathlessly up behind him, the centurion quickly unfolded the sight, the disruptor feeling so familiar and comforting as it rested on his shoulder. His broken hands hardly slowed him now as he knew he was fighting for his life against what he now understood had to be an alien super-being of some kind, unknown to the Romulan Empire.

Aiming the weapon at her dramatic chest, he watched out of the corner of his eyes as the gunner, the man who had been holding the Earther male, ran to the right and began firing his blaster at the female as fast as it could cycle. All three men, the Earther horribly included, could see and almost feel the bright beams staggering her as each powerful impact against her duranium-hard body pushed her backward a few more steps, the blows keeping her from totally regaining her balance. Meanwhile, the sights of the disruptor settled into the middle of her deep cleavage as he tried to steady his aim.


Initially convinced that Yeoman Rand could not possibly have survived the impacts of the blasters, Frank Williams had been sickened as the beams had thrown her body around as if she was weightless. He guessed that at least ten shots had struck her across her back before she fell face-first into the grass. He was thoroughly sickened, screaming at the Romulans as he saw them walking over to fire their blasters into the back of her head. Falling to his knees as he saw the powerful impacts of their weapons driving her head into the sand. He felt so sorry for her, her young life ending so quickly and so unfairly.

Giving up in despair, knowing his own fate would eventually be the same as Rand's, his eye was drawn to her back as he noticed something very strange. Even though her uniform had been completely destroyed by the blasters, her fair skin still didn't seem injured at all. Apart from the dried blood stains from the first Romulan and the numerous patches of mud, there was no sign of her own blood or any other injuries. Even more interesting, the Romulans looked really scared after they had bent down to check her pulse, their excited whispering making it clear that they thought she was still alive.

Thrilled beyond belief, Williams saw Rand slowly staggering to her feet a few moments later, her eyes not quite focusing right as she tried to get her bearings again. She looked disoriented and dizzy, but he still couldn't see a mark on her beautiful and now completely nude body. Turning his head as he heard some metallic sounds from behind him, he was horrified to see the Centurion standing while readying the heavy disruptor. Aiming the powerful anti-vehicle weapon at the woman, he watched as another Romulan drew Rand's attention away from the Centurion by resuming his phaser fire. The killing beam made a wet slapping noise against Rand's chest, the force of the impacts shoving her backward and off balance once again.

Struggling painfully back to his feet, Williams saw the centurion drawing bead on Rand. His fears for himself were momentarily forgotten as he began to stumble across the grass to try to protect her. Unfortunately, the other Romulan had anticipated his intentions, his attention quickly moving from the young woman to him as he started to fire the blaster again. He was on his third shot when Williams felt one of the blasts right below his right foot, sending searing pain up his leg.

God that was close, his thoughts screamed. Yet he merely dodged to the left and continued to run forward without thought of his own safety, ignoring the pain in his leg which threatened to buckle at any moment. His only thought now was that he had to reach the centurion before he fired at Rand, convinced that not even her incredible body could survive the powerful force of that awesome weapon. He had to save her.

He was nearly in reach of the centurion when he felt a stunning blow and was knocked violently sideways, an explosion from the blaster showering him with dirt. With his head spinning, he barely managed to stagger to his feet, diving toward the centurion just as he pressed the actuator.

Williams was still in midair when he saw the glow of the disruptor, his shoulder hitting the man's knees just in time to spoil his aim. Barely deflecting it, he was able to disturb his aim enough to cause the disruptor to miss its target by a scant meter or two. Passing over Rand's shoulder, the disruptor hit the forest, making a large portion of it disappear in a cloud of steam.

Falling spread-eagled across the centurion, Williams quickly rolled painfully onto his back, struggling to untangle himself and get back to his feet. He looked up just in time to see the other Romulan aiming his blaster at his head, a wild look in his eyes as his finger pressed down on the actuator!

"This is it!" he thought as his mind silently screamed. The Romulan was much too close to miss this time.


Meanwhile, standing forty meters away, Yeoman Janice Rand had little idea what was going on around her. She was aware only of the powerful and painful impacts that had hit her in the back, the blows many times stronger than the ones that had hit her earlier. They stung terribly wherever they had struck her, several in fact had hit the back of her neck and head with such force that they had thrown her hair over her face and caused bright stars to begin swimming before her eyes. The force of the heavy beams had been almost more than she could bear, the repeated blasts throwing her body forward and knocking her so far off balance that she stumbled and fell onto her knees in the grass. Another burst of incredibly painful impacts had smashed into her legs as she kneeled down, some blows striking something much softer than her flexed muscles, painful tingles exploding through her body as one hot beam violently worked its way between her soft nether lips. It was this new and intimate pain that had finally made her head swim and caused her to fall forward to land face first in the grass.

Thinking back now over the previous minutes, she knew that she must have blacked out for a moment, her mouth and eyes full of dirt. Finally gaining enough control over her arms to begin raising herself back up, she had barely lifted her head from the grass when she had felt the impacts of more beams from more weapons smashing painfully against the back of her head and neck. Bright stars exploded inside her head as her mind started spinning, a wave of blackness quickly descending over her. She collapsed back onto the grass, the shock sufficient to stop her breathing.

Lying unconscious and unbreathing for nearly five minutes, her eyelids eventually started to flicker, her moist eyes quickly filling with dirt as she tried to open them. Struggling to raise her head, she found that her face was deeply buried in the ground, the back of her head stinging wildly from the impacts of the blasters. Collapsing weakly on her face again, she lay still for a few moments while regaining her strength, slowly gathering her bare legs under herself to raise herself up onto her knees, her head racked with blinding pain every time she tried to move it.

"What have they done to me?" she thought angrily as she slowly and painfully gained her feet again. Her back was in terrible pain as she looked around to see the Romulan leader aiming some kind of tube at her as his cohort resumed firing the blaster at her again. The heavy impact against her chest pushed her backward and threatened to knock her off her feet again.

She also Williams staggering across the sand toward the Romulan leader who was aiming a large weapon at her, the Romulan with the blaster turning away from her to start firing it at Frank Williams. She glanced over just in time to see Williams's body stumble as he nearly got hit by one blaster blasts. He fell down face first on the grass only to awkwardly struggle back to his feet before desperately diving toward the Romulan leader. She saw his shoulder hit the Romulan's legs just as a huge flash lit up the front of the weapon. Then there was a tremendous explosion behind her, bits of shattered wood and rocks and clods of dirt splattering against her back and legs.

A surge of renewed anger filled her now, more that the Romulans were shooting at the defenseless Williams than at herself. Turning her head to look at the Romulan with the blaster, she saw that he was now aiming it carefully at the bound man from nearly point-blank range. Started to run toward him, Rand quickly realized that she wasn't going to be able to get close to him before he fired again. With a sudden burst of anger welling up inside herself, she felt her eyes burning as she glared angrily at the Romulan, desperately hoping to find a way to stop him.

That thought had hardly crossed her mind when, her eyes still on the Romulan instead of the ground directly in front of her, her toes found a rock and sent it flying, thirty yards to the left of the Romulan. Immediately lowering her eyes, she searched for another, anything she could use as a distraction. Finding one about the size of an old-fashioned soccer ball, she gave it a deliberate kick. But she knew she had missed as soon as her foot made contact, the rock sailing at least two meters above the Romulan's head.

Searching for and finding another one, she bent down and picked up a rock about the size of her fist. Planting her feet and drawing back her arm, she let fly.


Frank Williams had closed his eyes while resigning himself to his fate, knowing that a blaster shot was about to vaporize his body. Yet he was glad that he had at least saved the remarkable yeoman's life --- even if it was now going to cost him his own. However, he wanted to take one last look at the stunning blonde before he died, so he opened his eyes again.

His eyes first found the Romulan, looking at his blaster in disgust, his mouth working. Williams didn't need to know the language to know the Romulan was swearing at the blaster for having run out of charges, having expended it all on Rand.

Something streaked over the Romulan's head. Before Williams could begin to wonder what it might have been, the Romulan threw away his blaster and drew a dagger from his belt. Bellowing a battle cry, he stalked closer and raised it over his head for the killing strike.

As the Romulan took a final step, his head suddenly disappeared in a green explosion. Williams rolled aside as the headless corpse toppled and fell, the dagger stabbing into the ground less than a meter from his body. As he completed his roll and struggled to sit up, he felt more than saw something whiz past, well over his head.

Jerking his startled eyes back to Yeoman Rand, he saw that she wore an equally amazed expression, apparently just as surprised by what had just happened to the man as he was. Even as he watched, she opened her hand and something fell to the ground.

Instinctively feeling as if he should duck as her eyes met his, he instead stared boldly back into her clear blue eyes, noticing that her facial expressions had now covered a complete gamut of emotions --- starting with those of a confused young woman, moving to those of a terrible and vengeful goddess, and finally back to those of a young woman discovering something new and amazing that she could do with her body. Surprisingly, he found he wasn't at all fearful of her. However, that sentiment was not shared by the one remaining Romulan as he again grabbed Williams's bound arms.


Yeoman Janice Rand stared back at the last Romulan, his fear and his fascination with her clearly displayed on his face. He stared back at her for a few seconds before he suddenly panicked, releasing Frank Williams to run toward the waiting ground vehicle. Jumping in, he started the motor with his injured hands, and accelerated down the meadow with huge rooster tails of dirt and broken grass spraying upward from the rear wheels.

Watching him ride away, she walked calmly over toward the bound crewman, a warm smile now lighting her face. Pausing halfway to him, she glanced at the escaping vehicle, the expression on her face changing as if to say "this one is playing hard to get." Suddenly making a decision, she spun around and sprinted down the meadow after the vehicle, her legs blurring as she easily closed the distance. The vehicle was moving at more than a hundred kilometers per hour when she reached down to grab the rear fender, her feet skidding in the grass, her bare legs kicking up clouds of dirt as she tried to brake the vehicle to a stop. Leaning back, her long gorgeous legs dug a deep trench into the damp dirt as the momentum and power of the vehicle buried her nearly up to her waist, the vehicle finally shuddering to a stop with the rear wheels still spinning. Flexing her arms with amazing strength, she effortlessly lifted the rear end of the vehicle off the ground, experimentally lowering it back down until the wheels again dug into the sand. The force of the spinning wheels seemed to surprise her, the vehicle jerking out of her hands as she tripped over her buried legs.


Frank Williams stared at Yeoman Rand in astonishment, shocked and amazed by her athletic abilities. Watching her standing in the trench her long gorgeous legs had created as she held the rear of the vehicle up in the air with only her arms, he stared at her strong biceps. She seemed to be enjoying herself, looking down to admire her powerful muscles as they flexed far larger than Williams had ever before seen on a woman. He finally saw her set the spinning wheels back to the ground and the vehicle jerked forward out of her grip.


Meanwhile, the centurion was breathless with astonishment from the way the Earther female had brought his groundsled to a shuddering halt, effortlessly lifting it up and down with just the strength of her arms. Racing along with the throttle pushed fully forward, he was so confused now that he barely realized that this end of the meadow was ending. Suddenly paying attention to where he was going just before he drove into the dense trees, he twisted the tiller desperately to skid the groundsled around to head back down the meadow directly toward the female. Seeing her standing in the grass, her hands on her hips with her legs spread slightly apart, he decided to show her his power. Gloating, he floored the accelerator as hard as he could, suddenly determined to run this Earther female down.

Chapter 10

Yeoman Janice Rand simply held her ground as the vehicle roared toward her, her heart beating almost painfully in her chest. Her first reflex had been to leap aside, at least until she remembered the extent of her new abilities. Her second instinct was to violently stop this vehicle using nothing but her bare flesh. Closing her eyes, she visualized herself becoming an immovable object, slowly and deliberately flexing every major muscle, every square inch of her gorgeous body now turning into curves that were far harder than the mere metal-and-ceramic alloy of the vehicle that raced toward her.


Frank Williams had a brief image of powerful muscles flexing dramatically as muscle opposed muscle, Yeoman Rand's entire body turning into a fantastic sculpture in duranium. His arousing view was short lived, however, for her image was instantly erased by the mighty crash of the vehicle as it smashed into her at more than a hundred kilometers per hour.


Yeoman Janice Rand's reflexes were in warp drive again. Feeling the way the vehicle folded violently around her body, the enormous impact shoved her backward little more than a couple of centimeters as she concentrated on holding her ground. The hard duranium of the fender and bodywork collapsed against her thighs until the drive mechanism struck her slightly protruding pubic bone and flexing thighs, the vehicle coming to an immediate stop against these totally immovable yet very feminine features, the drive mechanism tearing from its mounts as the vehicle crushed clear up to the windshield. Finally collapsing in a burst of steam, the vehicle was now folded nearly completely around her slim body. And at the same time, the Romulan was thrown over her head, tumbling head over heels to land in the grass about ten meters behind her.

Amused by the sensation of the vehicle smashing against her lower body and angry because this man had tried to kill her with it, she reached down to grab the red-hot drive mechanism, lifting the vehicle over her head with a burst of her superhuman strength, flexing her chest and squeezing her arms together while gripping the steaming mechanism in her strong hands. The glowing mechanism started to bend and buckle under her immensely strong grip: the muscles of a superwoman proving to be far more powerful than mere duranium.

Holding the crushed remains of the vehicle high over her head, she released her left hand while continuing to grip the drive mechanism with just her right. Her fingers squeezed the duranium so hard that she felt it bending and flowing between them, continuing the pressure of her grip until her fingers were embedded to their roots into the hot metal. Simultaneously, she reached her left arm out as far as she could, forcing herself to balance and hold the entire weight of the vehicle in her right hand for a moment. Suddenly impressed with herself, she was surprised at how easy it was to hold this much weight over her head with just one hand.

Reveling in her new power, she reached her left arm outward to grab the frame along the bottom of the vehicle. Even though she had little leverage on the vehicle in this position, the duranium frame shrieked in protest as the muscles of her young body proved to be far stronger than the metal-and-ceramic alloy. Enjoying the feeling of the yielding duranium, exulting in her nearly unlimited strength, she kept up the pressure until the vehicle was folded nearly in half, carefully lifting the crushed remains of the vehicle high over her head with both hands, trying to balance it in the air.


Frank Williams couldn't believe the extent of the beautiful woman's strength as Yeoman Rand effortlessly held the vehicle high above her shoulders. He could see her muscles flexing as she used her powerful legs to support it, her back now sharply defined, her very prominent muscles flexing to reveal deep clefts between them. In fact, the muscles of her shoulders and arms flexed larger than he had ever seen on any woman, bodybuilders included.


Yet while Frank Williams was ogling her so enthusiastically, his fantasies racing ahead of him, Yeoman Janice Rand was actually having trouble balancing the heavy vehicle over her head. The slightest movement off-center and she would have to scramble to get her legs back under her before she completely lost her balance. It wasn't that the vehicle was too heavy for her, it was just very awkward and badly balanced. It had been a lot easier to hold it when she was bending it in her arms, but now that her muscles were not working as hard, she was having trouble keeping it steady.

She suddenly knew how to solve the problem. Starting to squeeze the vehicle between her arms again, she heard the duranium groaning and bending once again, her breasts tingling as they seemed to grow warm.

Leaning slightly forward, she began to run across the meadow with the crushed vehicle over her head. Cocking both arms far behind her head, she unleashed a burst of super strength from her incredible arms, throwing the vehicle over fifty meters up into the air. Flipping end over end, it finally landed upside down and exploded into bits and pieces of flaming wreckage that were quickly scattered among the damp grass. Turning away from the violent explosion, she focusing all her attention on the driver. He had finally gained his feet and was painfully limping toward the forect. Sprinting after him, her gorgeous legs flexed powerfully as her feet threw up clouds of dirt.

Yet the Romulan had a long head start, enough to allow him to get to the edge of the meadow before she did. There lay some of the trees the Gammans had been cutting down. Partially stripped of their branches, they were laid out not quite side by side. Leaping up onto the first one, he began limping across the carpet of logs, leaping from one to another. He'd almost made it to the other side when he stumbled. Or perhaps a log shifted under him. In either case, losing his forward momentum, he came down astride the log, only his natural athletic ability saving him from serious injury.

Rand continued the pursuit, her gorgeous legs flexing powerfully as she hurdled over the logs, taking two or three with each long stride, reaching the winded Romulan before he could scramble back up to his feet. Not even breathing hard from the chase, she quickly reached up to grip the shoulder of his uniform tunic to effortlessly lift him up and off the log. A dark look of fear was visible in his eyes as he looked up into the beautiful face of this stunningly beautiful and now clearly angry super woman! Holding onto his tunic tightly, she held him beside the log while throwing her bare leg over it.


Meanwhile, the centurion just stared at her, clearly stunned by her appearance and strength as he looked down at her beautiful legs as she sat on the log. He realized that despite enjoying the charms of a lot of beautiful females over the years, he had never before seen a female with such beautifully strong legs.


At the same time, Yeoman Janince Rand noticed that the Romulan was staring down at her legs with more than just professional interest. This didn't bother her as she'd always been proud of her legs, and she was more than a little thrilled to know that they were good by Romulan standards as well, at least by the standards of this particular Romulan. Exulting in her new physical powers, she heard herself gasping softly as he ran his hand gently up and down her smooth leg, a wave of tingling warmth filling her as she enjoyed the way he was touching her.


The centurion was equally surprised, astounded really, as he sensed the smoothness of her skin and the soft fullness of her muscles. He had assumed, after her incredible displays of strength, that she would feel like she was made of duranium or something like that. Yet he could feel with his own hands how her gorgeous legs could be immensely strong one moment and so softly feminine the next. There was just no way that an ordinary female could be both this beautiful and this strong.

While he may have been cruel and murderous warrior, he was still a brave man, and he was usually pretty clever. While most men --- Romulan or Earther --- would be terrified of this female, and rightly so, especially after seeing what she had done, he simply took a deep breath and began to explore the infinitely strong muscles of her thighs. Tracing his fingers across her wonderfully smooth skin, his libido raced out of control as he sensed the awesome power that was contained in the curves that his fingertips were now tracing. Breathing fast, his heart pounding excitedly, he knew that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to be gentle with this female. Unleashing his most violent fantasies, he also unleashed his full strength to press his fingers into the flesh of her incredible thighs, sliding his hands up and down them as he marveled at how firm her muscles felt, at how soft her skin truly was.


Staring down at the contrast of his dark gnarled hands against her smooth thighs, Yeoman Janice Rand was surprised to find that she was actually enjoying his touch, suddenly feeling an irrational desire to show this Romulan how hard and strong the muscles he was holding really were. She knew that he had seen some of her strength, but the thought of his hands actually holding her muscles while she used the super strength they contained was incredibly exciting to her. Without thinking about it further or even worrying about where it might lead, she began to gradually flex her inner thighs as she decided to show off a little for him.


The centurion immediately felt her long gorgeous legs flexing larger and larger under his hands as the compliant yet firm muscles he was holding suddenly began to turn hard as duranium. Yet he could not believe how soft her skin remained as he felt it stretch over the growing duranium-like contours of her thighs. He was thrilled as her thighs flexed to nearly twice their normal size as her legs became sharply defined. Despite having an active imagination, he had never imagined that any female's muscles could become this hard or flex this large.


At the same time, Yeoman Janice Rand felt the log starting to compress between her legs, a wave of pleasure rushing through her body as the wood began to bend upward, a crease forming in the wood as it pushed upward between the lips of her labia. She flexed her legs and felt an even stronger tingling between her legs as more of the wood was pushed up against her sex. She felt the man's hands running faster and even more firmly over her legs as his hands were stretched wide open by her still expanding muscles. Yet she knew that he still had no idea how strong her legs really were; but she knew she was about to show him.

The wood began to crack and splinter between her legs. This was followed by a loud crackling sound as her knees and her steely calf muscles continued to squeeze inward. Gasping softly as the sharp splinters pressed even harder against her sex, she felt and heard the log continuing to crack and splinter as she crushed it completely flat between her gorgeous legs. Keeping the pressure up until she could feel her knees touching each other, she was conscious of her rounded calves, both of them far harder than duranium, barely straining as they bent and crushed the log until it was squashed into two pieces.


The centurion's mouth was hanging open and he was having trouble breathing as he stared down at her beautiful legs. He had continued to run his hands over those sexy curves while she had used them to crush the log, the feeling of her powerful muscles flexing under his hands while she had used them to totally crush the hardwood was the greatest turn-on he had ever experienced. He finally understood the full magnitude of the power and strength of this Earther female's body. He also now knew that she could not possibly be truly an Earther; yet she was somehow sexier and more desirable than any female --- Earther or Romulan --- could ever be.


Sitting astride the sundered log for a few more moments, Yeoman Janice Rand found that she was beginning to breath faster, the Romulan's hands feeling so good as they slipped upward and between her legs. Swinging one gorgeous bare leg off the log, she flipped her long golden hair behind her shoulders while letting the sundered log fall to the ground, her legs again so slim and beautiful. Just like before, she felt incredibly powerful and, also like before, really turned on from using a sizable portion of her new strength. It was now pretty clear to her that she was going to get aroused every time she used her new strength to this degree.

Standing before him, her legs slightly spread, she began to move her head slowly from side to side, her long golden hair covering her face. The Romulan was still exploring her, his fingers gently tracing across her bush, his fingertips gently opening her, exploring the growing wetness of her own arousal. A part of her knew that she shouldn't be letting a stranger, let alone a Romulan do this to her. But this was different somehow and she felt so hot!

It was nearly a minute later when she felt something hard and cold replacing one of the Romulan's fingers. Suddenly concerned, she glanced down, suddenly shocked to see that he had a blaster in his hand again, the barrel slowing disappearing into a place where it shouldn't have. Flexing her love muscles, the weapon was nearly jerked from his hand as it suddenly froze in the viselike grip of a young woman's pussy. A super woman. Suddenly attempting to pull it back, he didn't budge. But his finger did, pressing the firing actuator by mistake.

A fiery blast exploded inside Rand's body, the explosion filling her until it ran out of places to go, finally dampened against flesh that was paradoxically so wonderfully soft yet stronger than the most powerful starship shield. The blow was enough to lift her feet off the ground, an explosion of almost painful tingles making her legs shake so badly that she fell on her butt, her legs spread. Looking angrily up at the Romulan through her tousled hair, she reached down to pull the blaster from herself, a quick squeeze of her fingers turning it to scrap.

Angry and humiliated, she also realized that she was wildly turned on. Knowing that she was losing control again, she didn't care. Her arousal was so strong and undeniable this time that she suddenly decided she wanted to feel the Romulan's face against her breasts, she wanted him to try to satisfy her growing sexual desires. She felt so powerful and dominant now, she knew that she was strong enough to make this male do anything she wanted him to.

Grabbing the shoulders of the Romulan's uniform tunic, she ripped it off him with a single strong pull. Reaching down to grab his belt, she gave it a quick twist that also broke it in half, following that up by tearing his trousers off by pulling her hands effortlessly down each leg from his waist to his ankles. He was instantly naked before her. And obviously very aroused.

Staring down to see a Romulan's erect manhood, seeing it in the flesh for the first time, possibly the first human female to see it, she found that the sight of it made her feel strangely tingly and warm, especially between her legs. Acting from simple instinct now, she stepped back while reaching up to run her hands up her stomach and over her breasts. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled the Romulan's face into her bared cleavage while running her hand firmly down his stomach until her fingers closed around his large hard manhood.

He felt incredible! So hard and throbbing and warm, big enough to fill-up her whole hand. The sensation of holding a Romulan male's warm moist sex suddenly sent strong shivering waves of pleasure of a type she had never felt before through her whole body. Exploring the pleasant throbbing sensation in her hand, she ran her hand up and down the length of him while intimately exploring a Romulan for the first time. Trying to be careful, she had thought she was squeezing him gently until she heard him gasp and felt the hard flesh starting to collapse under the enthusiasm of her grip. Quickly relaxing her hand slightly, she started to slide it smoothly up and down him again.


The centurion was all but purring with delight, his manhood having gotten even harder as he had felt the Earther female's incredible hands running over it. She apparently had no idea what she was doing, yet he was thrilled as he felt her hands firmly stroking the length of him. Knowing full well how strong her hands were, he was still surprised by the softness of her skin. Yet he could feel her fingers exploring him curiously: as if she was doing this for the first time. Maybe the Earther really was younger than she appeared to his Romulan eyes?

Despite her apparent inexperience, the feeling of her hands, combined with the feeling of his face rubbing against her huge soft breasts, was almost too much for him. He was both thrilled and fearful, a part of his mind reminding him that he was but a toy in her strong arms.

At least one of his fears was suddenly fulfilled, his eyes filling with tears she started to grip him too strongly. Fortunately she heard his gasp and relaxed her grip immediately. He was impressed! This Earther female just might be fun after all, he thought with a chortle.

Returning her touch by running his hands up over her back and down across her ass, he was amazed as by the contours of the powerful muscles he found there. He suddenly gasped as she twisted slightly and began forcing one of her hard nipples insistently into his mouth. He sucked and bit down on the huge nipple with his teeth as he ran his hands up over her arms, trying yet failing to fully surround her biceps with his large hands. Even though she was an alien, she was gorgeous... he had wanted to feel her biceps ever since he had seen her flex them while she was lifting the groundsled.

Recognizing that he was starting to get off on her muscles, his manhood growing even harder as his hands touched her biceps, the Earther female flexed them fully for him now, showing off more than a bit, his large hands soon becoming completely inadequate to surround her. Yet he held her tightly with both hands, enjoying the exotic sensations he felt as her muscles flexing larger and harder than he had ever imagined possible on a female. Yet at the same time, feeling the warm rounded duranium of her awesome biceps, he was suddenly afraid again as the realization hit him that this Earther female was far too powerful for him to even begin to physically satisfy.

That fear was instantly replaced by a pleasurable one as she pulled her nipple from his mouth and began brushing her soft breasts back and forth across his face. He instinctively ran his tongue and teeth over her nipples each time they moved across his mouth, pleased at the sound of her gasps each time he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, holding her as tightly as he could with his teeth while she used her superior strength to pull herself free each time. Suddenly feeling a surge of impossible desire from this breast play, she pressed herself forward to shove one mound and nipple deeply into his mouth as she buried his entire face in her large breast.

The smothering softness of her breast made his body want to explode, at least until he suddenly realized he couldn't breathe. Trying to push her away, his puny efforts made no difference at all to her strong embrace. Biting down as firmly as he could on her soft flesh, cruelly even, her hard nipple caught between his eyeteeth as he tried to let her know that he was in trouble. But her earlier responsiveness to his discomfort had disappeared this time and he found that his desperate bite only made her nipple grow harder still. In fact, he could now feel her huge nipple starting to vibrate slightly as it grew amazingly large under the pressure of his strongly clenched teeth, a response he had never before felt from a female.

Trying to scream with the last air in his lungs, he found he could barely make a sound, the Earther female's smothering breast was pressed so firmly into his mouth. He felt his knees starting to collapse under him at the same time as she pressed down on his shoulders with tremendous force, the ligaments of his knees threatening to tear apart. Yet even that pain was momentarily overruled by a new and wonderful sensation as she pulled him upward between her gorgeous wide-spread legs, his manhood sliding an inch or so into her very wet sex. He felt her vagina yielding so softly before him, at least at first. Sliding in a couple more inches, he suddenly found that he couldn't push against her hard enough to continue the penetration, realizing with a shock that this intimately feminine part of her body was probably just as strong as her muscles. After all, the miniblaster he had pulled out of his boot had only turned her on further!

Keenly aware of her urgency and her passion now, he felt her hands running firmly down his back, painfully grabbing his ass as she added her strength to his own; lifting his entire body up against hers in an effort to push him deeper into herself. His muffled scream of panic and fear was inaudible as she used her incredible strength to press his body tighter and tighter against her own. Pushing back against her with all the remaining strength in his arms, he found he couldn't make the slightest difference in her strong embrace. He was but a helpless rag doll dangling between a super female's long powerful legs. Feeling himself on the verge of blacking out for lack of oxygen, he struggled one last time to overcome her incredible strength. Using every ounce of strength in his body, he was finally able to move his head slightly away from her smothering mound to take a gasping breath of fresh air.


Yeoman Janice Rand was aware enough of what was going on to know that she had to relax her inner vaginal muscles to be able to have sex with this Romulan. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on doing just that, finding that she had more control over that part of her body than she had previously realized. Deliberately relaxing her sexual muscles, she bent her legs even further apart while holding him in her arms, pressing his body upward between her thighs. She gasped in pleasure as a surge of electric passion filled her body as he shifted enough in her arms to press himself strongly against her clit, her arms flexing even more strongly in response, lifting him bodily from the ground while forcing him deeper into her body. Gasping as the last vestiges of her self-control left her, she cried out as she felt the amazing sensations of having a Romulan entering her for the first time in her life. He was throbbing so warmly and so wonderfully inside her as a hundred new and wonderful sensations spread outward from between her legs, a wonderful painful exciting electric surge of tingling that made her whole body explode in pleasure.

Those new sensations removed the last of her self-control, the inner muscles surrounding him starting to contract in sensuous waves as she grabbed his hips more tightly in her hands while pulling him in and out of her. Since he obviously didn't have the strength to move his own manhood in her tight embrace, she used the vastly stronger muscles of her own arms. Muscles that were far, far too strong for an ordinary man, human or Romulan, to withstand. Doing what her body demanded that she do, lifting his body up and down in her arms, using his entire body as a fantastically huge dildo, stroking him increasingly faster and deeper into her body.

Getting more and more excited, she flexed the super muscles of a super woman harder and harder as the urge to take him deeper into her flowing vagina now became more powerful than she could resist. The last vestiges of her self-control left her now, her vaginal muscles contracting like a duranium vise to trap him within her with such force that it could no longer move. Yet she wanted more, she needed so much more --- her gorgeously strong arms now lifting his body upward so hard in her passion that his entire pelvis collapsed against the duranium of her own, a sickening crunch audible from twenty feet away as her sex crushed into his lower body.

By this time, Rand had completely lost control of her new strength. She only knew that she had to get some sexual relief, yet it was clear that the Romulan had been far too fragile to help her. The male body was obviously too soft and came apart way too easily. She could even now feel her inner muscles contracting strongly, crushing his still erect manhood. Suddenly feeling disgusted with the Romulan's soft weakness, she dropped his crushed body while reaching over to grab the duranium baton he'd been using to prod Williams along. The strong tendons on her hands stood out dramatically as she bent her wrists upward, using her amazing muscles to tear the solid duranium rod in two.

Dropping half of it to the ground, she stood holding the other half in her hand, sharp duranium splinters sticking out from one end of it. Staring at the rod in confusion, she closed her eyes while lowering it between her legs, quickly using it to replace the weaker stimulation of the soft man.

Crying out sharply in pleasure as she felt the duranium splinters tangling in her pubic hair, she stabbed it impatiently against her labia, finding that it was too big to enter her. At least at first, her frustration and passion were now such that she was not going to let anything get in the way of her pleasures. Flexing her powerful biceps, she felt the duranium splinters bending backward against her skin. Crying with satisfaction and indescribable pleasure, she felt the rod deforming as it entered her, the splinters flattening along the sides of it as her newly empowered muscles proved that even this intimate part of her young body was far stronger than duranium.

Her impassioned cries grew stronger and came faster and faster as she finally felt something inside her that was large enough and hard enough to fully expand her sex. The sharp splinters on the side of the duranium rod tickled and tingled so wonderfully as they sometimes ran across her hard erect clitoris, each touch making her gasp as her moist inner sheath pressed so strongly against the sides of the rod that her protruding clit started to actually wear a groove into the hard duranium. Squeaking softly in pleasure as the duranium groaned and screeched as it endured strains it was never intended do, the rough splinters continued to excite her as they traveled deeper and deeper while she smoothly pushed it into herself.

Twisting her hands on the exposed end of the duranium rod as it was buried inside her, she tore off a ragged section as large as her hand. Rubbing this freshly torn edge firmly over her breasts, she gasped with heightened pleasure as she felt the rough edges and duranium splinters scraping against her hard erect nipples. No longer having any sense of her own strength, totally out of control, she pressed it against herself so strongly that the ragged edges began to bend backward.

Her strength growing without bound now, the duranium rod slowly deforming under her fingers, she stroked it faster and faster as her strong biceps flexed so huge and round, her arm blurring from the superspeed of her powerful thrusts. A burst of wonderful tingly and needful warmth filled her each time the rough torn and ragged edge of the rod scraped along her clitoris, the thrills running through her entire body as she then thrust it more than ten inches inside her most intimate folds.

The intensity of her passion grew far beyond the wildest experiences of any ordinary human woman, her body becoming more and more aroused until she completely lost control of her strength as she began to powerfully climax. She was now obsessed with only the primal thought of pouring more and more strength into her vagina and against her breasts, the friction of the duranium inside her body so great that it began to turn red-hot. Rivulets of newly molten duranium also began to flow down between her engorged breasts as she held the other piece against her breasts too firmly, thumb and forefingers holding and squeezing soft half-molten alloy over her nipples.

A wonderful warmth began flowing along the length of her vagina as the duranium rod inside her also moved from red- to white-hot under the incredible pressure and friction of her tight sex. Despite her copious pre-cum, the moisture vaporizing into steam as it rose above her body, the muscular powers of her now clearly superhuman vagina were too much for even duranium to withstand. Far too much! Literal clouds of steam now rose from her sex as she felt her vaginal muscles rippling along the duranium rod, reaching down now to grab it with both her hands. A tiny cognizant part of her mind knew she was losing the last vestiges of control over her strength, the remainder of her mind desiring only a blessed release from her passion. Her full strength now finally unleashed, the rod deformed effortlessly between her fingers, her hands gripping it so hard that her fingers tore right through the duranium itself.

Her legs shook with uncontrollable passion now as she flopped backward to land in the soft grass, her knees bending upward and thighs spreading far apart, the immense strength of both her arms thrusting the duranium dildo into her sex at superspeed. Finally crying out in pleasure/pain when she felt it push against an even tighter and more sensitive part of her sex, each of her powerful thrusts now bent the rod slightly as she stroked it ever harder and faster. Lifting her head as she cried out in her passion, she looked down between the towering mounds of her soft breasts to see a bright glow from the now white-hot duranium rod each time she withdrew it from her steaming sex. Her legs started to shake so violently that her feet threw dirt in all directions as all the muscles of her body joined in the sprint towards her final climax!

She finally screamed with an unearthly sound as she squeezed her now glowing thighs together against her hands so powerfully that they flattened the rod between them. Her screams of pleasure turning to cries of frustration as she felt even this duranium rod failing her, the glowing metal becoming softer than she needed now. Yet her release was so close, so unstoppable!

It seemed like her building climax would go on and on forever as she arched her back while panting and screaming out her pleasure, the duranium now feeling as soft as butter under the incredible strength of her hands as her fingers pressed right through it, the super strength of her fingers now stroking directly up and down along her huge hard clitoris. Her entire world shrunk down to one thing, that of enjoying the wonderful pleasure coming from her body, the intense burning and tingling sensations surging from her head to her toes, a white heat filling her entire mind.


Frank Williams had watched with growing astonishment as Yeoman Rand had crushed the log between her gorgeous legs. He still could not believe how easy it had seemed for her to bring her beautiful legs together as the wood groaned and bent between them, once again seeing her nipples growing so erect, even larger than before. She was clearly getting turned on by this incredible feat! And then, swinging her bare leg off the log, she hadn't even paused before leaning over to rip all the clothes off the Romulan as he stood beside her!

He had felt his own body responding wildly, his own passion nearly uncontrollable now as he saw Rand try, and fail, to use the Romulan's body to satisfy herself, clearly sensing her growing frustration as he proved unable to meet the extreme demands of her gorgeous body. His groans and weakening whimpers mercifully stopped as Williams saw her biceps flexing strongly, her muscles passionately crushing his pelvis against the duranium of her own!

Emotions of something more than simple passion filled his body, emotions he could not even define, his mind exploding in lust at the screaming of tortured duranium as she tore the baton apart with her bare hands! She had turned to face him from about twenty feet away, her eyes looking downward as she started to use the ragged tube as some kind of giant dildo! Her beautiful blue eyes looked up to meet his for a moment, a funny and needful smile lighting her face, a look of passion and embarrassment combining with it. Yet she made no apology --- such a goddess needed none --- her eyes holding his for only a moment before she lowered the rod down between her long legs, her face dissolving in wild erotic pleasure as she then seemed to forget that he was even watching her, her own wild passion overruling all other concerns!

He had been both thrilled and horrified by the power that she had exerted against her delicate sex as she had thrust that duranium rod between her legs so strongly! Despite that, the ragged end of the rod obviously brought her tremendous pleasure, the beautiful muscles on her arms and chest flexing strongly as she appeared to be applying even more power against her own body than she had earlier used to lift and throw the ground vehicle. His impassioned response grew and grew as he watched her every movement, yet he was so riveted on the sight of this powerful superwoman, his hands bound behind him, that he was powerless to react to his own passion!

He could only stare, fascinated as she massaged her breasts faster and faster with the ragged piece of duranium in her hand. He heard her high pitched cries and her panting desires as she finally started reaching the climax of her orgasm, his own arousal soaring to new heights as the duranium turned white-hot against her breasts, melted rivulets of glowing alloy flowing down into her deep cleavage. The molten duranium slowly flowed across her flat stomach, the glowing rivulets finally disappearing into the golden blond bush to join those between her legs!

He was almost delirious with shock and passion as he saw her fall backward onto the grass, finding he was now staring right between her beautiful outstretched thighs, almost as if she was daring him to watch! Lifted her pelvis high into the air, all the muscles of her legs flexed and rippled, her hands turning to a blur as an incredible white-hot glow lit up the insides of her gorgeous thighs. The glow was almost too bright to look at, forcing him to squint his eyes --- he just had to see! --- to gaze in fascination at the way her muscular powers were now concentrated against the duranium dildo. That very alloy itself soon proved completely inadequate for this superwoman's body as he saw the white-hot metal flowing down between her legs and pooling on the grass beneath her. The incredible glow was so intense that he could barely make out her fingers as they pressed around the half-molten duranium rod. Squinting his eyes even more tightly, he stared raptly as she gave up on using the overly soft duranium and began using the touch of her far stronger fingers to finally reach her climax, her pussy lifted high up in the air as her loud screams finally tore the air across the clearing as she climaxed again and again. For nearly ten minutes, her body seemed to be at the peak of arousal, surging effortlessly from one incredible climax to another as he stood riveted to the sight with amazement!


Finally, the wild passion escaping her, Rand's arms and legs collapsing backward onto the sand, the remains of the glowing duranium tube falling from inside her. The glowing metal had been nearly completely melted, deformed by the pressures that her tight young body had been exerting on it. Dropping the melted tube between her thighs as her orgasm finally faded away, her eyes closed as she slumped unconscious onto the ground.


Frank Williams finally looked down at himself and saw that his own pants were soaked! He had been so transported by her beauty, her strength, her unbelievable eroticism, that he had climaxed right along with her for the entire ten minutes! Yet he had been so transfixed by this passionate goddess that he had not lifted a finger to touch himself!