The Holiday, Part I
By Paul Smith (psmith_101@yahoo.com, http://hilda.thevalkyrie.com/~xtreme/)


WARNING: This story is only suitable for those of 21 years of age.



Paul stopped in the doorway to admire the sight. Caroline was pumping iron in front of him, in a way that only she could. Her powerful, muscular arms were bench pressing the complete stack of weights up and down as if they weren't even there. The huge pile of super-dense lead that she was so easily lifting up and down was so massive that a hole had been deliberately dug into the concrete floor to accomodate its unbelievable size.

As she casually heaved the 20 metre high stack up and down Caroline's biceps bulged with raw power and her vast breasts poked skywards, totally uneffected by the pathetic tug of gravity. She was wearing nothing but a large white t-shirt, but even that was stretched tight across her swollen bosum. The shirt was moist with sweat, turning it virtually transparent, allowing her rippling abs to be clearly seen through its thin veil. Even whilst in their relaxed state they were amazingly defined and were quite obviously capable of some phenomenal feats of strength.

"Hi Paul!" she said, her voice as sensual as ever.

The ground shook as Caroline gently lowered the massive stack of weights back into position.

"How much were you lifting just then?" Paul asked.

"Oh, nothing much, only about ten thousand tonnes or so," she says matter-of-factly, "I was only just getting warmed up."

"Only?!? Sounds pretty damned impressive to me!"

"Not really," she replies, "I've lifted a few thousand times more than that. Come to think of it, I didn't find that at all challenging either - I'm not sure that my strength even has limits."

"No? Well, you know that 'Aurora' web site I mentioned the other day?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"I spoke to the owner of the page, SharonBest, and it turns out that it's not fiction at all."

"What do you mean 'not fiction'? You mean that I'm not the only superwoman?"

"Well, you'll always be MY superwoman, Caroline," replied Paul.

"And don't you forget it," she shakes her fist jokingly, "or else!"

"Don't worry, I won't. Anyway, it turns out that these 'Velorians' are very interested to meet you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you're the first superhuman they know of who wasn't created by the Ancient Ones. Plus, they were rather surprised when I claimed that you could lift thousands of tonnes without any effort. Apparently, only the strongest Velorian protectors can lift that much, and only then with the greatest effort."

Caroline blushed slightly.

"In fact, they're so interested in meeting you that they've sent a ship out to pick us up."

"A ship?!? How can they do that?" asks Caroline, "We're in the middle of a city! There's no water for miles!"

A high pitched hum resonates through the air, quickly becoming lower and lower in frequency until it stops altogether.

"Ah!" says Paul heading towards the staircase, "that'll be them now."

"A ship?!?" asks Caroline, quickly following Paul down the stairs, "What do you mean 'a ship'?!?"

*****

There was a large saucer shaped vessel, 30 metres in diameter, on the front lawn.

Paul and Caroline stared at it, jaws agape.

"I guess that explains the whole 'UFO' thing, then," said Paul.

The underside of the ship was contructed from a metal alloy. There appeared to be no joins or breaks in the metal. Suddenly, a section of the bottom of the vessel about a metre wide started to flow like liquid. Eventually, the metal had reshaped itself into a line of steps coming down from the craft.

At the top of the steps stood the second most beautiful woman Paul had ever seen. She had long flowing blonde hair which was swept across her shoulders and down her back. She was blessed with impressively large breasts, almost half the size of Caroline's, making them about 40DD. She also had a physique that would rival any fitness competitor's, and the most enchanting blue eyes. As she walked down the steps, she swung her hips from side to side, flexing her shapely abdominal muscles to impressive effect.

Paul teasingly looked back and two between the Velorian and Caroline, as if trying to decide between them, before eventually settling on his girlfriend. He knew that she knew that he was only joking. She flashed him a knowing smile.

Soon, the Velorian was at the base of the steps. She approached the couple.

"Greetings," she said in a strange accent that sounded like French, "I'm Fairchild Zorel, sometimes known as Aurora." Then, extending her hand, "you must be Mr. Smith."

"Please, call me Paul," he said, shaking hands.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Paul," said Fairchild. Then, she walked over to Caroline. "And you must be the mighty Caroline Everson I've heard so much about."

Aurora was curious about the ridiculous claims Paul had made about Caroline's strength. She experimentally tightened her grip so that she was squeesing with enough force to crush a normal woman's hand to mush. Caroline appeared not to notice. Fairchild increased the pressure a few hundred fold, exerting so much pressure that even iron would have been forced to ooze like moist putty. Still having no apparent effect, she exerted her full strength (or at least as much as she could without making it obvious that she was trying), but still this girl appeared not to notice.

Caroline had noticed the increase in pressure, but it was so totally insignificant to her that she had ignored it. Then, it occured to her that this may be some kind of Velorian test of strength, so she responded with a quick squeese of her own. She was gentle so as not to injure the recipient.

Aurora let out an involuntary gasp of pain. She hadn't felt strength like that in years, but it still seemed as if Caroline wasn't even trying! Incredible! To her credit, Fairchild hid the pain well.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Aurora," replied Caroline sweetly.

"Likewise," managed Aurora through gritted teeth.

Once Caroline relaxed her grip enough, Aurora quickly removed her hand from the other woman's strong grasp. Shaking the aching hand behind her back, Aurora ushered the couple onto the spaceship.

*****

"What did you do back there?" whispered Paul as they walked up the stairs.

"I just shook her hand, that's all," replied Caroline, her cheeks dimpling cutely as she smiled.

"Then why are your nipples erect?" asked Paul, "You always, shall we say, 'firm up' after you've done some feat of strength, no matter how insignificant."

Caroline looked down. She suddenly realised that she was still wearing her sweat-soaked t-shirt. Her entire physique was plainly visible. Not only that, but both of her teats were completely erect, stretching the fabric between them like poles holding up a tent.

"Oh...Ummm...Just excited about the trip, I guess," she managed.

Very soon, the pair were on the bridge. It was a large, fairly open expanse with several women (all of which were stunningly attractive) operating the controls at the front of the craft. Lights blinked, screens flickered, buttons were pressed. It was all very high-tech.

"W-Wow!" stammered Paul and Caroline together.

"I'm glad you like the ship," said Aurora, "This is Captain Pira K'El."

Paul and Caroline shook hands with another amazingly beautiful woman.

"Pleased to meet you both. I've heard so much about you, Caroline."

"Thank you," said Caroline, blushing slightly.

"No need to be embarassed - it was all good. In fact, with your permission we'd like attempt to test the limits of your strength back on Velor."

"I don't see why not. How long will the trip take?"

"Not more than a few hours."

"No problem. When do we leave?"

"We already have. See for yourself," said the Captain, switching on the main viewscreen. It was showing a view of the Earth from space. A signal from the Captain caused the planet to become a blur, shooting off the side of the screen almost instantly. A few moments later, Mars zipped by. A few more moments passed. "We have now left the Solar system," she declared.

"Wow, that WAS quick!" said Paul.

"I'm glad it pleases you. Now, Miss Zorel will direct you to your quarters-"

"How does it work?" interrupted Paul.

"I'm sorry?"

"The engine, how does it work?"

Pira decided to give him the Reader's Digest version.

"It accelerates the ship by pulling on the fabric of space itself, sort of like one of your Earth 'cars' but with a few extra dimensions to worry about."

"Ah, I see," said Paul, nodding a little too enthuastically. It was quite obvious to the Captain that he had no idea what she had just said.

"Anyway," said the Captain, "if you would like to follow Fairchild, then she will show you to your rooms."

Aurora led the couple from the bridge.

*****

"You seem remarkably happy," said Caroline.

"I am. This is so cool! Spaceships and hyperdrives and-"

"Busty amazon women?" finished Caroline.

"I hadn't even noticed," replied Paul, "Besides, you seem to be quite enjoying about the whole thing as well."

"I guess you're right. But I don't believe for a second that you haven't even noticed all the other women - their bodies are incredible!"

"Ok, I admit that I did notice how attractive they all are, but they're nothing compared to you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're more beautiful, bustier, more muscular and a whole lot stronger too. Plus, I'm head-over-heals in love with you, so how could I ever seriously look at anyone else?"

Caroline and Paul stopped walking. Fairchild carried on a bit further before realising that the couple were no longer behind her. Caroline turned to Paul and pressed her moist lips against his. She started to kiss him passionately, caressing his mouth with her supple tongue.

As the seconds passed, Fairchild felt increasingly awkward. A few minutes later, the kiss was finally over. Paul's eyes were wide.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot," he said, "you're also by far the best kisser!"

The couple walked off, hand-in-hand, and resumed their journey towards their quarters.

*****

"There you go," said Fairchild, placing her palm on a panel beside the door, causing the door to slide open. She gestured for the couple to enter.

The room was not overly large, but not excessively cramped either. In fact, it managed to be a perfect compromise between size and efficiency. The walls were made of bare metal, and there was an en-suite bathroom and toilet. Furthermore, the room included the most inviting double bed the pair had ever seen, freshly made.

"I'll leave you two to unwind," said Fairchild, "You can find some more, ahen, 'suitable' clothes in the cupboard over there. We should arrive in about 3.5 Earth hours."

With that, she left the two alone, the door hissing shut behind her.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Paul.

"If you're thinking how inviting that bed looks, then yes."

Paul smiled and took the woman he loved by the arm and led her to the double bed in the centre of the room. Once again, he marvelled at how incredibly hard and muscular her arm felt beneath his fingertips. Even whilst relaxed, her muscles were extremely defined and might as well have been made of the warm steel as far as he could tell.

He rubbed his fingertips over her nipples through her damp t-shirt. He could feel them swelling beneath his touch, becoming larger and harder by the second. Caroline's breath became uneven as she was overwhelmed by bliss. Soon, her inch thick nipples had grown to 2 inches in length, stretching the fabric between them to breaking point. A moment later, the shirt started to tear down the centre due to the pressure being exerted by her amazingly pert nipples alone.

Paul watched in awe as her nipples swelled to their full 3 inch length beneath his fingers, shredding the remains of her t-shirt. The sodden clothing fell onto the matress, revealing Caroline's fabulous body to Paul - it was just as attractive to him as it had been when he had first seen it. Caroline opened her beautiful blue eyes and gave him an intense lustful stare.

Releasing that Paul is still fully clothed, whilst she is totally naked, she grasped his sports top and gently pulled it apart. The fabric was ripped like wet paper beneath her fingers as she easily tore it from Paul's body and threw it aside. Next, she turned her attention to his jeans. She slowly lowered her mouth to his groin, staring Paul straight in the eyes as she did so. Then, she licked his stomach before using her tongue to puncture the zipper on his jeans. Next, she casually curled her tongue upwards, pulling the denim closer, trying to break it in two. Instead, she accidentally lifted Paul clean off the bed!

"Whoa!" said Paul, "careful what you do with that thing!"

"Thorry!" she lisped, "I gueth I don't know my own thrength!"

Caroline gently lowered him back onto the soft mattress. She removed her tongue and lowered her teeth to the buckle instead. Paul watched in awe as her teeth sunk into the metal buckle like it was liquorish. Very soon, she had bitten clean through both the belt and the top of the jeans. Her powerful jaw easily sliced through the steel, leather and denim like it wasn't even there. Smiling up at Paul, she again used her tongue to cut down from the belt, splitting apart the fabric all the way down to the base of his crotch. Next, Caroline used her powerful hands to tear off the remains of the jeans from his body.

As his girlfriend started to caress his penis with her tongue through his boxer shorts, Paul stared her breasts. They were so large that they were currently being pressed firmly into the mattress, even though Caroline's shoulderblades were probably two foot away from the bedding. He could feel each of her huge boobs pressing against the insides of his thighs. Paul experimentally squeesed his legs together. At first her warm breasts seemed quite soft, but it didn't take long for him to rediscover that they became firmer and firmer the harder they were squeesed. Despite using all the strength in his legs, Paul had only been able to get each of her tits to give about an inch.

Caroline moved her mouth even closer to Paul's stomach. He could feel her warm breath against his skkin as she gripped the fabric of the top of his boxer shorts between her teeth. Caroline had to concentrate extremely hard to avoid biting right through the fabric. Next, she pulled the top of the shorts downwards, moving her whole upper body towards the end of the bed. Paul could hear her nipples accidentally tearing through the bedsheets beneath them as she moved her torso downwards.

Suddenly, the elastic band in the boxers snaped and the shorts themselves quickly followed suit. With a brief flip of her head, she threw the remains of Paul's underwear across to the other side of the room. Now that they were both naked, Caroline arched her back, bringing her stomach closer and pulling her shoulders further away. This simple motion emphasised her glorious abs as they stretched and bulged at her command. Her huge, pert breasts stood proud on her muscular chest. As she stretched her arms behind her back, her enormous mammaries stretched up towards her powerful neck and beautiful face.

Then, she crawled, cat-like, towards Paul. Keeping continuous eye contact, she slowly slipped his hard penis into her warm, moist cunt. Her muscles spasmed (an impressive sight) as she strained to contain her excitement.

"Ooh!" she breathed, "Mmmm...Why don't we do this more often?"

"Because we have to eat sometimes." managed Paul, between gasps.

Caroline smiled. It was a typical Caroline smile - her cheeks dimpled and her eyes lit up - it was infectous. Paul smiled back. Both of their eyes closed in bliss as Caroline drove her hips down once again.

"Oooh yes!" yelped Caroline.

Caroline continued to drive her shapely pelvis up and down, sliding her vagina over Paul's swollen rod. Her muscular buttocks clenched together with impossible force with each downward stroke. Her powerful hands were spread wide on the bedclothes beneath her, palms pressed flat against the gentle fabric.

"Uhhhh!" gasped Caroline, her fingers clenching slightly, pulling some of the bedding towards her palms.

Both Caroline's and Paul's orgasms were close. The superwoman's motion became less fluid as she started to shudder with increasing energy.

"OH!" Caroline drove her hips downwards, sliding Paul's member deep inside her. "MY!" She lifted her pelvis up again. "GODDDD!!!" She yelled, climaxing at last.

Caroline's fingers pulled together with such force that they ripped through the fabric beneath them. Her cunt starting to ooze literally gallons of warm love juices, flooding out over the bedclothes and over Paul's body. She tensed her muscles uncontrollably and panted like a wild animal. Looking at this awesome sight, Paul finally came, shooting his load deep inside her vagina.

Caroline's fluids continued to flood out her tight cunt, rapidly soaking the carpet. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, her orgasm finally came to an end. By this point the entire lower half of the bedclothes were totally soaked by her thick love juices, and the room had become more of a paddling pool. The entire floor was covered with an inch thick layer of the warm ooze.

After a few more minutes, the lovers had recouperated from their climaxes.

"Ready for some more?" asked Caroline.

Paul could only nod his head in agreement.

*****

Sometimes, Fairchild really wished that she wasn't blessed with super hearing.

This was one of those times.

For three long hours she'd had to put up with the non-stop screaming and yelling from her neighbours. Did they never stop? And what the hell was that squelching noise she heard from time to time? It sounded like someone walking through jelly or something. And the ripping noises, what the hell were they all about?

Anyway, after a restless three hours she knocked on the door.

"Are you ready to disembark?" she asked.

The door started to hiss open but was stopped as Caroline grabbed it before it had disappeared into the doorframe. Her firm grip crumpled up the inch thick Velorian steel beneath her fingers like tin foil. She stood behind the unopened potion of the door and poked her head and shoulders round the door.

"We'll be ready in a few minutes, Miss Aurora," she said.

Fairchild tried to ignore the two nipple-shaped dimples that were swelling out from the door as Caroline pressed it a little too tightly against her nude physique.

"Fine, but try not to be too much longer," replied Aurora.

"Ok," said Caroline, automatically using her brute strength to shut the door. Her large biceps easily overpowered the feeble motor. It did, after all, only offer a few dozen tonnes of resistance. When she let go of the door, it tried to open itself again, but before it could open enough for Fairchild to see her butt-naked physique, Caroline slammed her palm against the control panel. The door quickly hissed shut and the muscle woman turned to look at her hand. The panel had been crushed against her palm. An embarassed look appeared on her face.

"I've got to learn to control my strength," she said.

Paul opened the cupboard that Fairchild had pointed to earlier and scooped up the clothing inside. He carried it to the bathroom and gestured for Caroline to follow him. He placed the clothing on a rack by the shower and got in. He turned in on and Caroline stepped in with him.

"Mmmm! Lovely and warm!" she said as the warm fluid dribbled down her flawless body.

She cupped her ample breast in her capable hands and gave Paul an erotic stare.

"I really don't think now is the best time, Caroline," he said, "we're keeping them waiting."

"I'm the only reason that they came all the way to Earth. I'm sure they're willing to wait," she replied, running her fingertips down Paul's body. "Besides, it's been at least 2 minutes since the last time..."

Paul felt totally helpless. He was totally defenseless against Caroline - not just physically (which went without saying), but mentally as well.

"But just the once!" he said.

"Of course!" replied Caroline, lowering her mouth to his erect dick.

*****

"How long have they been in there?" asked the Captain.

"Twenty minutes since I knocked, Captain," said Fairchild.

"What on Earth could they be doing in there? I'm coming down."

*****

"Oh yes! OH YES! YES YES YESS!" screamed Caroline, pulling Paul towards her as she backed against the wall.

Her hard buttocks easily forced an imprint into the tough metal.

*****

"Any change in the situation?" asked the Captain, walking up to Fairchild.

"Nope. They're still in there," said Fairchild, gesturing towards the room.

"Let m-"

The Captain stopped in mid sentance as the metal wall beside the slightly mangled doorway started to bulge towards her.

"That wall is made of four inch thick Velorian steel! Just what the hell is going on?"

*****

"OH YEEESSSSSS!!" yelled Caroline, climaxing at last.

She took a final step backwards, her naked body completely ripping through the wall behind her without even realising it. She and Paul fell to floor, convulsing in bliss.

Aurora and the Captain stared in amazement, their jaws agape.

After a short while, the couple's orgasm came to an end. And the nude pair got up, blushing beetroot red. Before dashing back through the hole Caroline's body had made and hiding behind the remains of the wall. They dried themselves off with the towels and quickly put on the clothing. Less than a minute later, they scampered back out of the hole Caroline's awesome body had made.

Aurora's and Captain's expressions hadn't changed in the slightest.

"I-I-I," managed the Captain.

"Wh-Wh-wha?" added Aurora.

Paul and Caroline tried to look completely innocent, as if they hadn't just destroyed the room that the aliens had so kindly loaned them.

Aurora was the first to snap out of her trance.

"T-that was quite an i-impressive display, Caroline," she said.

"V-Very impressive," said the Captain.

"Thank you," said Caroline, smiling slightly. This wasn't quite the reaction she had expected. "I'd be happy to do it again if you want-"

"No," said the Captain, "No, that won't be necessary. Umm.. Anyway, now that you're ready, why don't we disembark?"

"Ok," replied Caroline and Paul.

The Captain turned and headed off. Aurora walked along beside her, with Caroline and Paul trailing behind.

"I somehow expected a starship to be ..how can I put this.. more 'durable' than this," said Caroline. To prove her point, she stuck a finger out to the side, rubbing it along the wall as they walked along. Her finger smeared the thick metal like ice cream, seemingly without effort.

"Miss Everson," said the Captain, causing Caroline to quickly snap her finger away from the wall, "I would be much obliged it if you would leave our ship in a spaceworthy condition."

"Sorry," said Caroline like a child who had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Within a few moments, the group were at a double set of sliding metal doors. The Captain placed her palm on the panel beside the door and the doors opened, revealing the staircase that lead down from the ship onto Velor. Aurora and Fairchild stepped down the stairs and Caroline and Paul cautiously followed them.

"Wow!" said Caroline, "A real-life alien planet!"

"It's incredible!" said Paul.

They appeared to have landed on the lawn of some kind of palace. THe building was huge, constructed from what looked like solid marble, and was brilliant white. Another beautiful Velorian approached.

"I am Kyra Lyret, Chief Ambassador of the Velorian people. May I welcome you to our humble planet," said the new Velorian. She bowed her head respectfully. Caroline and Paul did the same in return.

The Ambassador motioned the Captain. When the Captain approached, Kyra whispered something in her ear, to which the Captain appeared to whisper a response. The Ambassador looked surprised.

"Pira tells me that you have already proved be as strong a Sharon told us," said Kyra.

"I have?" asked Caroline, "Oh I see; you mean that 'incident' earlier on, right? But surely it only takes a few dozen tonnes of force to tear through steel like I did, so that hardly proves that I'm stronger than one of your 'Protectors', does it? Besides, I think that metal was rusty or something, cause it felt like tin foil to me."

"I assure you, Miss Everson, that the wall was not rusty."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because Velorian steel does not rust."

"'Velorian' steel? What's that?"

"It is similar to terran steel, but over one hundred times stronger."

"Really?"

"Yes. Not only that, but it it was over 4 earth-inches thick, and reinforced, at that. It would take the full strength of a dozen of our strongest Protectors to tear through it. But yet you seemed to do it without effort. I am truly impressed."

"Forgive me for asking, Ambassador," said Caroline, "but how strong is one of these 'Protectors'?"

"The exact figures vary, but on average they are 3,500 times stronger than a Terran."

"You mean to say that I'm over 40,000 times stronger than a normal human being?" asked Caroline.

"That could well be the understatement of the year! Given how easily you tore through that wall, I would estimate that you're a good deal stronger than that. If you follow Fairchild, then she'll be happy to lead you to the gymnasium where we will attempt to test the limits of your strength," said Kyra, gesturing towards Aurora.

Fairchild started to walk towards a large building, also apparently made of huge slabs of white marble. Paul and Caroline obediently followed.

"If you don't mind me asking, Miss Aurora, how strong are you?" queried Caroline.

"I don't mind at all. I'm normally about 5,000 times stronger than a Terran."

"5,000? You're stronger than average then?"

"Yes. In fact, I'm one of the strongest."

"I see. By the way, what did you mean when you said that you were 'NORMALLY about 5,000 times stronger than a Terran'?"

"This planet has large deposits of gold ore throughout it's crust. Gold has the unfortunate side-effect of weakening Velorians. For example, if it is in direct contact with my skin, my strength is only double, perhaps triple, that of a Terran. However, because the gold is currently not quite as close to me as that, my strength has probably only been reduced to a tenth of its normal level."

They had now reached the large building, and Fairchild opened the large metal door and gestured them in.

Caroline was in heaven.

Inside the room was the most enormous set of barbells Caroline had ever seen. It was now quite clear why the building needed to be so big - it was to fit the enormous weights in. Each of the circular plates was three times as high as Caroline and about four times as wide. She did a quick count and discovered that there were thirty plates on either end of the bar. The bar alone was a metre thick, and there was another large slab of marble below the centre of the bar to act as a step up towards the bar. (Otherwise it would have simply been too high up for her to reach!)

"The plates is made of compressed Linanium, which is about thirty times as dense as lead. This means that each of the plates weighs in at approximately 65,000 tonnes. As you can see, there is a total of sixty plates on the bar, bringing the total mass to almost 4,000,000 tonnes. The supporting bar is made of the hardest substance known to Velorian science - Velorian steel mixed with Duranium - so it should be quite capable of supporting the 8.8 billion pound mass. Incidentally, the floor has also been compressed to cope with the weight. Make no mistake, this equipement will be able to test your strength to the full," said Fairchild with a hint of pride in her voice.

Caroline doubted herself for a second. How could she possibly lift that? It was ENORMOUS! Still, she had come this far and so she certainly wasn't going to give up now.

"Ok. I'm game," she said, and started marching towards the gigantic set of dumbells.

"Wait a moment Caroline, we need to get you wired up first!" said Aurora.

"Wired up?" asked Caroline.

"Yes," she said, reaching for a sticky white pad with a wire trailing out from it, "We want to how hard you're having to tense you muscles, so we can get an idea of what proportion of your total strength you're using."

"I see."

"Could you roll up your sleave please," said Aurora. Caroline obliged, revealing a beautifully muscled arm. Fairchild stuck the sensor on her tricep. "Now roll it up a little further. In fact, providing it's ok with you, it might be easier if you took you're clothes of altogether - we're going to have to stick these sensors all over your body."

Caroline looked around the room. All the technicians were female. In fact, the only male was Paul, so he wouldn't be seeing anything he hadn't seen before.

"Sure," she said, pealing off her skin-tight clothing. Fairchild couldn't stop her heart from skipping a beat as Caroline slithered out of the fabric.

'God!' she thought to herself, 'this woman is absolutely GORGEOUS!'

After a few minutes, Aurora had finished sticking the sensors all over Caroline's body. She had placed them on both of her biceps, triceps, pecs, thighs and calves. Furthermore, she had attached one to her bulging abs and one to her muscular neck, making a grand total of 12 detectors all over Caroline's body.

"Ok. First, we need to test that the sensors are operating correctly. Could you flex your biceps for us please, Caroline?"

Caroline happily obliged and a reading on nearby console rapidly shot up.

"50% flexed..70%...90..95..99. It seems to have settled at about 99.5% flexed, Ma'am," said one of the operators.

"You can stop flexing now Caroline," said Aurora.

Caroline relaxed her large bicep and the gauge quickly dropped back to zero.

"Everything seems to be operating correctly," said Aurora. "Ok Caroline, do your stuff!"

With a gleeful smile on her face, Caroline strode up to the large platform beneath the enormous weight, a mass of wires trailing out behind her.

"Ma'am!" said one of the operators, "I'm getting some slightly strange reading here. Or, rather, a lack of readings."

"What do you mean?" asked Aurora.

"She seems not to be using any of her strength to walk. Surely it should take SOME muscle power to move, Ma'am?"

"Hmmm..." said Fairchild, "she's already proved to be unexpectedly powerful, so it's possible that the tension in her muscles is so slight that our sensors aren't detect it."

The operator's jaw had dropped whilst Aurora was talking.

"S-s-surely they should be able to detect something now, Ma'am?" she stammered.

"Why's that?" said Aurora, turning to follow the operator's wide-eyed stare.

Fairchild eyes were met by Caroline's. She was smiling back at them, easily holding the enormous weight above her head like an empty cardboard box. In fact, according to the sensors, it weighed a lot less than that to Caroline. Infinitely less than that, to be precise.

"It's not as heavy as I thought it would be," said Caroline, taking away one of her arms so that she was holding the 4 million tonne weight above her head with a single muscle-packed arm. "In fact, it feels completely weightless."

"There must be something wrong with the detectors!" said Fairchild, "she simply can't be that strong!"

With that, she applied the usual technique for fixing highly technical equipment - she hit it. Suddenly one of the reading shot up and down again.

"Aha!" declared Fairchild, "I knew it had to be the equipement."

"I'm not so sure," said the operator, "the reading was measuring the tension in her right arm - she's holding the weight up with her left arm."

"Oh sorry, that was me," said Caroline, "I just stretched my right arm. I hope that didn't upset your readings."

"Not at all," said Fairchild through gritted teeth. How the hell could she be this strong? It was absurd!

"Perhaps if I make it harder for myself then you'll be able to measure some strain?" suggested Caroline optimistically.

"Can't do any harm to try," grumbled Aurora.

Caroline quickly found the balance point of the gigantic set of dumbells and positioned her right index finger beneath it. Then, she removed her other hand.

"Nope," she announced, "it's still completely weightless."

"I can see that," said Aurora.

Caroline swapped the mass over to the pinky finger on her left hand. Still, the gauge continued to show a steady zero percent. Of course, lifting the 9 billion pound weight had inevitably caused Caroline's nipples to grow to a massive 3 inches in length. She gently lowered the huge bar onto her nipples. They didn't give in the slightest as they each easily supported four billion kilograms. Amazed with her own strength, Caroline stuck her tongue out and easily lifted the vast barbell so that it rested upon it. After she had found the balance point, Caroline discovered that the weight still felt totally weightless. Perhaps she truly did possess infinite strength?

Distracted by these thoughts, she licked her lips sensually, completely forgetting about the metre thick pole that was balanced on the tip of her tongue. Even her tongue was so immensely powerful that it easily pushed through the super strong material like jelly, shearing the super tough alloy in half with no visible effort.

The two halves tumbled to the floor. When they smashed into the hardened marble, the noise was unbelievable. There was an enormous cracking sound mixed with the noise of shrieking metal. The compressed stone splintered as the fantastic weight slammed into it. The Linanium plates buckled beneath their own weight as they violently slammed into the hard rock.

As the dust cleared, Caroline's naked physique became visible again. She was wearing a guilty smile.

"Sorry," she said as sincerly as she could, "I guess I don't know my own strength. I really am sorry."

"No problem," said Aurora, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. "Anyway, I should report our findings to the Ambassador."

With that, she turned and left the room.

Caroline sauntered up the Paul, swinging her hips back and two erotically.

"God," he said, "I love it when you show off like that. Look how hard your nipples are! They're like nails!"

"Exerting my strength makes me SOO randy. I can't help it. Besides, my nipples are ALWAYS as hard as nails!"

"Watching you exert your strength make ME randy," said Paul, kissing Caroline on the lips.

He kissed all over her face, and down her mighty bosum. Caroline quickly responded and smothered him with kisses. Still snogging, Miss Everson slowly moved towards the raised marble plinth she had stood on earlier. She grabbed either end and easily pulled the hardened rock apart with her bare hands. Then, she tore off Paul's clothing and lay on her back, bridging the metre wide gap between the two pieces of the plinth. Next, she easily lifted Paul up and placed him on her rippling abs, his legs hanging down on either side of her stomach. Despite the fact that her head and her heels were the only things touching the ground, her torso easily supported his full body weight.

Already, Caroline was so aroused that her breasts were leaking milk. The warm fluid oozed down her voluptous figure, making it glisten beneath the bright lighting, Next, Caroline parted her enormous boobs and inserted Paul's swollen penis between them. She let them swing back into position. They held his dick firmly. He got the message and started to grind his organ back and forth, sliding it in and out of her deep cleavage. Her gooey breast milk acted as the perfect lubricant, and it was clear that his orgasm was close.

Caroline reached behind Paul's back and pulled him slightly closer towards her head. Now his penis was totally enveloped by her enormous mammaries, only occasionally popping out of the top of her cleavage, towards her waiting mouth. She used her agile tongue to lick the tip of his dick. For Paul, the pleasure was incredible, totally overwhelming. He could focus on nothing else but making love to this superwoman - nothing else in the whole universe mattered. He reached forward and held onto her wet nipples, gripping one on each hand. Each of them was about three inches long and an inch in diameter - perfectly filling his eager grasp. He used the leverage to ram his cock in and out of her between her damp breasts with even more vigour.

As Caroline's excitement increased, her teats started to squirt great jets of milk like twin fountains. As she became more and more aroused from Paul's caresses, the milk squirted higher and higher until it was splattering against the roof. Warm, creamy fluid rained down on the lovers, smothering their grinding bodies in the succulent juice.

"You...ARE...in..fUCK..ing..CRED..ible!" Paul moaned.

Paul's body spasmed as he finally fired his load straight into Caroline's waiting mouth. Some missed, splattering against her face.

Caroline swilled Paul's juices around her mouth, savouring the taste for some time before finally swollowing them and climaxing HARD! Her vagina spasmed uncontrollably, sending a boiling hot stream of love juices towards the opposite wall. Huge chunks of rock were blasted from the wall by the incredible impact, the marble quickly melting thanks the fantastic temperature of Miss Everson's thick cum. It oozed down the wall, melting through the equipment below like they were made of butter.

The milk from her nipples was blasted with similar force, slamming into the roof with such power that the vast marble slab began to be lifted upwards by the fantastic jet.

"Oh GODDD YESS!" screamed Caroline, reaching the peak of her climax.

The roof was sent high up into the air, tumbling end over end. The wall which was receiving the brunt of Miss Everson's vaginal fluids snapped in two like a twig, sending the two pieces spinning across the sky.

Kyra Lyret and Fairchild Zorel looked on in awe.

"Ab-absolutely i-incredible!" stammerred the Ambassador.

They quickened their jog towards the building, the Ambassador's bodyguards struggling to keep up. They arrived just as the lover's climaxes were finishing. The Velorians didn't bother to use the door to enter the structure - they just stepped in through the (now demolished) wall.

"I'm sorry about your equipment," said Caroline as they approached, "I get randy all too often and I just can't help myself."

"That's okay," said the Ambassador, "it had served its purpose anyway. You seem to be quite a bit stronger than we expected, Caroline."

"Thank you," said Miss Everson, shyly looking down at the floor.

"I th-" The Ambassador was interupted by a bleeping noise. She took a small metal device from her pocket and looked at it's small display. It looked for all the world like a pager.

"It seems we have a problem," said the Ambassador. Then, she turned to speak to Aurora. Seconds later, Fairchild fly up into the sky and disappeared into space.

"What's happened?" asked Caroline.

"Two hundred Arion warships have entered our solar system and are refusing to be boarded," said Lyra.

"Who are the Arions?" asked Caroline.

"Our enemies. Their 'Primes' are almost as strong as our Protectors, but can not fly like we can. They make up for this by being extremely ruthless."

"Do they attack often?"

"Not at all. It's never happened before. I don't know why they've decided to attack now. Anyway, we're sending out all our best warships and Protectors to defend the homeworld."

"Can I help?" asked Caroline.

"I don't think that would be wise. We don't yet know how weapon fire would effect you. You might be hurt, or even killed."

"How similar are Velorian weapons to Arion ones?"

"The basic technology is the same. Why do you ask?"

Caroline reached forward and pulled a gun from one of Lyra's bodyguards. Before Lyra could stop her, Caroline had pointed the gun at her chest and fired. The Green laser beam shot out of the rifle and smashed into her heaving bosum. Then...nothing. The weapon had no effect at all!

"I guess that means it's safe for me to come along?" said Caroline proudly.

The Ambassador was in shock - the blast appeared not to have effected Caroline in the slightest! Even a Protector would have suffered sever burns from such a weapon! She still didn't want Caroline to come along, but she couldn't think a decent excuse for her not to. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense - she might just help bring the Velorians victory.

"I guess so. Just don't do anything heroic," she finally said.

To be continued...