The Project part 14
Ken manned
the M2 50 cal. turret in one of the tanks leading the siege on Bogotá. It was
hard for him to identify who was civilian and who was hostile. Bullets were
constantly pinging off the tank and although Ken couldn’t always see the
attackers the sound of their AK 79’s could be heard continuously through out
the city. A rocket fired from one of the slums and slammed into the Abram. It
was the fifth time the tank was hit with a rocket but the tanks armor was more
then a match for the small missiles. The tanks turret turned and the snapping
sound of Ken’s 50 was muffled briefly by the sound of the Abram’s much larger
canon. Ken watched the small house explode and was amazed that one of the
occupants was still alive as he stumbled disorientated out of the remains of
the house bleeding profusely from his ears and mouth and still clinging to his
weapon with bloody hands. Ken turned the 50 toward him and depressed the
trigger. The bullets shot through the man leaving large bloody holes across his
body and then his head popped like a grape as one of the rounds blasted through
it. He heard the whipping sound of a bullet, and then the hard clank of metal
being struck next to him. He turned the turret quickly and opened fire into a
building forcing the occupants to retreat there attack. There was smoke
billowing from his tank now, undoubtedly from one of the rockets that hit it
earlier. He now grew more and more worried. The chances of surviving were
extremely low if for some reason he had to leave the tank. Every inch deeper
into the city was met with more and more resistance. He was aware how large the
first wave was, It was massive and all he needed to do
was check his left or right to see how much support he had. However, with
resistance now reaching intolerable levels he couldn’t help but wonder why
another front was not being opened up by the other regiments. If anything just
to relieve the pressure that was coming down on the first wave. Ken turned his
50 on a large group of people running across the street. They were already
getting hammered with tracer fire from another tank on there left when Ken
opened up on the group. A dozen bodies dropped to the stony ground in a bloody
heap. Ken continued firing into a structure where some had fled. He tried to
ignore the hollow crunching sounds of the bones of those he had just shot made as
Abrams drove over them. The large canon of the Abram boomed again this time
blowing up a small building eighty meters up the road. Ken turned his 50 toward
its debris and waited for the smoke to clear. His eyes focused on a lone figure
moving toward the tank. With smoke still not cleared he targeted the figure and
opened fire. It was a 3 second burst and when the smoke cleared he could see
the woman walking toward his tank. The ground was chalked up and smoldering all
around her from the massive rounds and Ken couldn’t help but think she was the
luckiest person alive to have been missed by so many rounds. He watched her
walk casually closer to the tank and he held is fire. He had never seen a girl
with so much beauty. Her outfit was so tight and so revealing. Her legs were
long silky and smooth and were emphasized by her black knee high boots. Her
stomach was like a wash board revealing her sexy feminine abs and cute belly
button. She had long black hair and an exotic face, deadly eyes and perfect
lips, And her breasts were indescribable. They just
looked simply too good, too proportioned, too round and impossibly firm. So
firm that he couldn’t help but wonder how her shiny blue shirt was containing
there vastness without succumbing to them and tearing down the middle. He
thought briefly about allowing her to live but the unfortunate fact of the
matter was anyone walking toward a tank column that left thousands dead in its
wake either wanted to die or deserved to die. The only thing Ken could think of
was that she was a suicide bomber, but where the hell would she hide a bomb on
a unit that was so incredibly tight. Reluctantly Ken took aim on her and opened
fire. It was a short burst maybe 6 rounds at the most were spent on her. She
was still coming, he couldn’t have missed. No no, he had no doubt he hit his
target and now he had no doubt of whom she was. Tracer fire from another 50 cut
across his line of sight and pounded away at Aleesha’s
body from friendly tanks. Ken looked in awe as the destructive rounds ripped
apart the pavement around her but all but dimpled her perfect flesh. He watched
her clench her fist so tight that a red aura circled it. As she came closer to
the tank he lost sight of her lovely body. He let go of his 50 and took comfort
in the fact that there was really nothing he could do now to prevent his
demise, and that his death would come quickly. It was almost a reward for him
after witnessing her body, her power. She was a Goddess he had no doubt of that
now.
Vojtek
sat silently in the chopper as the Delta unit’s joked and chatted. He looked
outside and admired the terrain; it really was beautiful country,
Aleesha approached
the tank and hit it with her tiny fist. The crew of the tank was killed
instantly as it reached speeds of 200 mph. It even began to hover a few inches
from the ground before one of its treads caught the ground and it started to
flip uncontrollably. She placed her red hot fist on her hip and turned her head
casually to the tank on her right. Two red beams fired from her squinted eyes
and the tank exploded moments after being super heated. Several of Tanks turned
there turrets and fired. Her Jaw was clenched tightly and she let the American
units embrace her with their fire. Her anger didn’t diminish in the least, even
after her breasts were massaged by 3 tank shells or her sex tickled constantly
by 9 mm – 20 mm shells. With her hands on her hips and her eyes squinting
mischievously she began floating high into the air. Reaching an altitude of
about 30 feet she took one hand off her hip and motioned in the direction she
intended to fly. She flew over top of the American army firing her heat vision.
In high yield she would blow up whatever she saw. In low yield she would ignite
those soldiers grouped together. Aleesha landed
softly next to a transport vehicle which she had just disabled with her heat
vision. The soldiers crawling out were immediately greeted by her presence.
There was a momentary pause and then one of the soldiers aimed there weapon at
her. Aleesha took in a deep breath and blew at them.
The wind blowing out of her luscious pursed lips froze the men to ice cubes
there eyes still locked on her chest which swelled seconds prior to there icy
death. Picking up one of the iced soldiers she launched him at a passing hummer
knocking it on two wheels and then making it flip. Aleesha
took notice now that the American invasion force was now moving the opposite
way. They were retreating. Aleesha had counted on
this, it was an inevitability, but she never expected
it to happen so quickly. It was no matter; she had a little surprise planned
for the retreating army. She crossed her arms overtop of her chest and watched
the mightiest army in the world flee from her. There was cheering coming from
the city as the towns inhabitants pursued the
retreating forces. Russian made T72 tanks busted out from shacks made to
conceal them and fired at the retreating army.
Cam Kneiling inhaled deeply from his cigarette. One half of an
hour had passed since the nuclear detonation. Helicopters combed the seas for
sign of life more specifically any signs of her. He was receiving reports on a
minute to minute basis all were telling that there was nothing in the area. His
attention turned to the fighting in Bagota, the first
wave had begun its retreat from the city and towards the plains. The plan was
going exactly as planned and the gambits were said to be right on schedule. He
received another report indicating that Kate Hasting was no where to be found. He
would give it 15 more minutes before giving it confirmation. Fifteen more
minutes before he would propose a new plan to the President, if the original
one somehow failed.
General
Horner watched the planned retreat on one of the many monitors. He was aware it
would be messy, but no where near as bad as it had actually gotten. In his
tours in
Fifteen more
minutes had passed. Cam Knieling now felt confident
that a nuclear assault on Aleesha would prove
successful all he needed now were the authorization codes from the president.
He felt confident he would get them, seeing as how Operation Queens Gambit was
an inevitable failure. He picked up the phone and awaited the President to pick
up. He hung up as his eyes picked up something on the monitor. They were retreating;
all except the first wave were retreating. He raised his hands in utter
confusion. “What’s this!?, What the fuck is this!?”.
Kate was
unconscious falling to 800 feet and closer to the oceans surface. The water
around her limp body boiled and there was nuclear aura that surrounded her. Her
body hit the oceans surface and her eyes opened. Every part of her body was
stiff and burned. She looked down at her body and couldn’t help but notice her
not only bigger but glowing breasts. The brightness shone clearly through her costume
which struggled now more then ever to contain her nuclear absorbed body. Water
boiled all around her heated body and she began pulling her shirt over top her
chest revealing her nuclear charged endowments. She placed her hands gently on
her tender glowing breasts. She was aware of what was occurring, Her breasts could not contain the energies stored in them so
the power was slowly being transferred across her body. Her arms and legs still
remained feminine but looked more defined. Her abdomen proudly presented a
feminine six pack and her arms looked as if she had been lifting light weights
for much of her life. She placed her thumbs and forefingers on her nipples and
closed her eyes and squeezed. She screamed as two bright beams fired out of her
nipples and into a canyon on the ocean’s floor. The canyon exploded when the
nuclear energies struck it, Kate couldn’t help but think,
based on the size of the explosion that she could have wiped out a small
community with just a pinch of her erect nipples. Kate looked down at her bust
which gained an obvious cup size since the blast. She then looked up using her
super vision to see through the murky water and spot two choppers combing the
area undoubtedly for her. Her super brain picked up the radio transmissions the
choppers were relaying. Kate grinded her teeth in anger and pulled and adjusted
the mighty S back overtop her swelling chest and then began to rise at a
phenomenal rate to the surface.
Vojtek
and Delta members looked below from the black hawk that now hovered 200 feet
above the first wave. Grass was burning in many spots, tanks were smoldering
and missiles and RPG’s could be seen streaking toward there targets. “What are
we waiting for?!” A delta member called out to the chopper pilot. “On our 3!” the
chopper pilot called back. A fleet of 16 apache helicopters flew underneath the
black hawks in a V formation. There Chain guns flaring as they did a strafing
run over the first wave, killing a few friendlies and
a lot more hostiles. Kyle looked down in shock as the American choppers made
there run over top of their own troops. “You have got to be fucking kidding me”
Kyle said in almost a whisper..
Smit
looked down below and swallowed hard. He could not believe that the mission had
not been aborted. The first wave was now being commanded by anarchy. He could
see soldiers grouping together around broken down tanks and making there
perimeters shooting anything that got near them. It wasn’t just a bad idea, it
was just stupid. He had a Kid and wife to support he couldn’t afford to die
especially for nothing. He had seen odds stacked up against him before but not
like this. They weren’t going to get on the ground without being shot, much
less shoot a target that was super. Smit’s eyes
widened as a Tank from the surface was moving fast in an upward direction. He
shielded his eyes as the Massive Abram slammed into a Black hawk helicopter 100
meters across from his. It was an image he truly never thought he would see in
his life time. The Black hawk erupted into a massive fire ball and its debris
rained below. The Abram tank was covered in burning fuel from the Black hawk
and rose a few more hundred feet before descending back down. Smit wondered which one of his unfortunate colleagues met
his fate in that Black hawk. The Apaches finished there run and the black hawks
lowered them selves to 25 feet. “Go! Go! Go! Go!” One of the pilots yelled. Smit through his rifle across his shoulder and grabbed the
rope. There was a series of clanking sounds through out the chopper as
automatic gun fire was spraying into it. The Delta members were returning fire
from the chopper and using the Black Hawks mini gun in a futile effort to
create a safe DZ. Four Delta’s grabbed the rope and
descended, under constant fire two of them got shot before they got to the
bottom. Smit’s heart rate picked up as he looked down
one more time, taking in the suicidal image before making his descent. He heard
the sharp zipping sound of a bullet and then a sudden cracking sound. It was
okay, he’d be alright, It just grazed him. Were the
last thoughts that went through his head as the bullet entered his throat and
blew out the back of his head. Smit’s
vision went dark, his arms fell limp to his sides and he fell out of the
chopper.
A Rocket
propelled Grenade smashed into the cock pit of Vojtek’s
chopper. The windows of the Black hawk were splattered in blood as the pilot
and the co – pilot clutched onto there almost severed legs screaming in agony.
The choppers computer began beeping continuously signaling that the chopper was
going down. Vojtek
watched as one of the Delta’s was thrown out of the chopper as it spun around
and around. Realizing that his best chance for survival was to exit the
helicopter he battled the G forces, grabbed the rope and pulled him self out of
the doomed chopper. Descending to about 15 feet the chopper began a nose dive
flight toward the ground. Vojtek let go of the rope
and fell 15feet to the ground, he hit the ground hard on his feet and then
rolled in the deep grass. Vojtek lay on his belly.
The ground beneath sent vibrations across his body as bullets and shells
smacked the ground around him. He could hear the quick rustling of grass as
bullets cut through it. Then the ground shook violently as the black he was in
crashed hard into the field. Staying low to the ground Vojtek
put on his ear phones and listened for orders. The sounds of bombs, machine gun
fire and mortars were all mute. It was almost disorientating he couldn’t hear a
damn thing. He began speaking into his mic telling
command that he was on the ground, not hearing the sound of his own voice felt
extremely odd. He repeated him self but got no reply from command. The ground
in front of him popped into his face from an impacting slug. He rubbed his eye
and thought fuck this as he pulled off the ear phones. Vojtek
pulled out his desert eagles clutching them tightly he took in a deep breath
and lifted him self to an upright position and out of the tall grass.
Terrance
and the Delta’s protecting him all got off the chopper safely. The Delta’s
fired there guns desperately but they might as well have tried to gun down a swarm
of hornets. Less then ten seconds on the ground one of the Delta’s was stung.
Blood splattered across Terrance’s face as one of the bullets exited a Delta’s
arm. The arm went limp but the Delta held his ground and continued his
suppression of the enemy. Dozens of Columbians dropped in the barrage of
bullets but one did not. One not only survived but walked through the hail of
bullets, their munitions deflecting off her body as if they were throwing popcorn.
Terrance dropped his machine gun to the ground and pulled the rifle off his
shoulder. There was a momentary delay as they took in her beauty. It all felt
like it was in slow motion for Terrance as his heart felt like it had just
stopped. She was walking toward them seductively, more like a porn star on a
cat walk then a girl with the burden of the
Vojtek
wasn’t out of the grass long before he seen his targets or for that matter
became one. The first Columbian he shot was out of panic as he popped him twice
in the head when one bullet would have sufficed. He heard the zipping sound of
several bullets grazing inches away from his head over the banging sound of his
desert eagles. Advancing Columbian solidiers were
caught off guard by his presence and five fell dead to his attack. His desert
eagles clicked as they ran out of ammunition and Vojtek
hit the deck taking cover in the tall grass to reload. He could hear the grass
being mowed above him by a constant barrage of gun fire not all intended for
him. His weapon Re loaded Vojtek once again stood up
from his position and began sprinting toward a burned out tank, through the
smoke he could see someone manning a 50 cal. and turning the machine gun in his
direction. He heard the loud cracking sound in fast repetition as the .50 cal
provided suppressing fire for him. He reached the tank and ran to the other
side of it and there he witnessed his first glimpse of her destructive power.
The tanks side was completely melted away, the only thing preventing Vojtek from seeing the burnt out corpses inside the tank
was the black smoke that poured out of it. He looked up at the soldier manning
the .50 cal and saw his life threatening burns. He was alive and fighting based
on adrenalin alone. Vojtek looked around at his
immediate surroundings. She had already been here, a melted tank, severed limbs
and a lot of death had told her story. The fighting was sporadic in his area
mostly wounded
Aleesha
watched the last hundred or so US troops form a perimeter and began
slaughtering the Columbian regulars who charged it in a desperate effort to
break through the tightly guarded border. She walked toward it confidently and
enjoyed the spectacle before her. It was no secret that American policy was at
times heavily criticized by the Columbian people, even a 19 year old prostitute
was aware of that, but the way the Columbian regulars fought had nothing to do
with their dislike for American policy or their people, they advanced and died
for her. She could have used her super speed and rip apart the perimeter but
she was intoxicated with power. To her the death that surrounded her was a form
of worship. She attempted to dismiss the battle field and imagined a giant
golden sculpture of her self made in honor of her defeat of the American army.
Perhaps even a tribute to those soldiers who fought beside her. ‘How giant’ she
briefly wondered, ‘perhaps the tallest structure in the world’ she pondered.
She smiled thinking that perhaps, the size that she wanted it to be, there
would not be enough gold in the world to fill in her breasts never mind the
rest of her body. She was getting closer to the perimeter and bullets began
pinging off her voluptuous body. A Columbian soldier cut in front of her slow
walk and ran in front of her. His back exploded from an exiting bullet, the
round fired through his back and whipped toward Aleesha.
She caught the bullet between her fingertips and as she walked by the fallen
soldier she casually dropped the bullet on him as if it was something he had
lost or dropped. A Columbian regular slammed into her back and took refuge
behind her invulnerable body as gun fire intensified. She turned her head and
looked at him disapprovingly. While so many fell to American guns, this
arrogant little worm dare use her as a shield. Grabbing him by the scruff she
launched him into the perimeter. His body exploded against a tank causing his
bones to splinter and become dangerous shrapnel to those exposed units. Three
US soldiers fell in agony as shards of bone entered there bodies. It was just
enough for the Columbian regulars to expose a weak side and begin storming
through it. Aleesha watched her troops get inside the
American lines and in a way was disappointed. It was going to be over soon and
she felt she could go on for days. A pair of F15’s shot over the mountains
making a run toward the city. It’s pass would
intersect across the first wave. Aleesha grinned
wickedly as her feet began to leave the ground.
Specs and Simon
were making another pass at Bogotá. They cut over the mountains at super sonic
speed. Specs caught something on his scanner as he was recalibrating his
targeting computer. He looked up and to his amazement saw her. He had enough
time to make a sharp turn to avoid her, but didn’t. He was on a collision
course with her and as he stared at her phenomenal body he imagined it
splattering like a bug overtop of his cockpit window.
Aleesha
was pushing out her chest as the Jet rocketed toward her. She could tell that
the nose of the plane was going to slam straight into her firm bust. Aleesha had never been hit by something this big before and
while she new for a fact it would not be a fatal
experience she was curious if it would be a pleasurable one. She grimaced as
the nose of the jet touched her breasts. Her breasts compacted as tightly as
they could causing her cleavage to almost touch her
neck. The jet was managing to push her backwards in mid air but only by a few
feet. The jet grinded up against her body its steel crumpling against her, the wings
began embracing her in a hug as they criss crossed
behind her and then it blew up. She lifted her chin turned her head and closed
her eyes as shrapnel and debris nailed her sweet spots. She gasped as the
explosion past through and by her. She hugged herself tightly after the
thrilling experience and began spinning elegantly in mid air. The fallen
fighter’s wingman turned hard toward her. The Vulcan cannons on the jet opened
up on her. The continuous siege of the heavy rounds licked her firm buttocks
and moved up the small of her back. As she turned the rounds massaged her
stomach caressed her abs and then vigorously played with her firm tits. She
snapped out her trance just in time to prevent the jet from crashing into her.
Flying backwards she matched the jets speed and then straddled the nose of the
plane. The pilot made desperate sharp turns and barrel rolls all failing to shake
her off. Aleesha smiled at him through the cockpit
canopy as her firm tits pressed down on the hard glass. The glass cracked and broke
away and she entered the cockpit and embraced the pilot. Simon could not
believe that what he was seeing was actually occurring. The Goddess like woman
gently rubbed her tits in Simons face knocking his
mask off, her erect nipples then pleasurably scratching across his skin. Simon
closed his eyes in ecstasy as the Goddess like woman gently ran her hands down
his body. The computers beeping snapped him back to reality as the jet began
its nose dive into the earth. Simon panicked and desperately tried to pull up
but Aleesha’s pert ass sat too close to the control
stick and he couldn’t budge it a single inch. His eyes widened in fear as the
ground closed in on him at an incredible velocity. Aleesha
embraced the pilot in a kiss before the jet smashed into the ground nose first.
She slowed down time as much as she could with her super senses. With the speed
of the plane being transferred into the pilots body he
was crushed as his body slammed into Aleesha’s. As
his body disintegrated against her Aleesha couldn’t
help but be disappointed that this was the hardest a man would ever embrace
her. The nose of the plane flattened and her back hit the ground but it felt
more like she just jumped backwards onto a soft bed. The rest of the plane
collapsed in on her and finally exploded in a huge fireball. The explosion
shooting out of the jungle could be seen for miles as the planes debris rained
from the sky. Aleesha stood up smiled wickedly and
walked out of the burning remains of the jet. She took a few steps forward and
noticed that her cleavage was smoldering. Putting her hand deep into her tight
cleavage she pulled out part of the jets turbine. ‘ohhh this is fantastic’ she thought as she leaped
back into the air searching for another flying dildo. To her disappointment all
planes were pulling back but she knew she would see them back in full force
when she organized the invasion of
Kate rose
slowly and dramatically out of the water. She hovered 50 feet above the water
and she let the choppers take in her body that dried almost the moment she left
the water. She let them see and relay that not only did there attack fail but
all it managed to do was make her tits bigger and piss her off. It took every
moral fiber in her being not to blow up the choppers with her heat vision, not
to smash there little flying toy’s to pieces with a swift kick from her red
boot. Not to fly down to
Sevez,
along with dozen of Columbians charged through the breached perimeter. Many of
them were gunned down upon entry. Sevez aimed his
rifle at an American soldier and fired. The
Vojtek
heard the sharp Zipping sound of the bullet before it nailed in him in the
side. Slicing through his ribs and narrowly missing his liver Vojtek dropped his elbow to cover the wound. He stumbled
aiming his Ak-79 in a desperate search to find the gun man who shot him and
then he fell. Kyle rushed to his side “How bad is it?”.
Vojtek breathed with difficulty “I think it’s okay” he answered with uncertainty. “What do you want
to do” Kyle asked. “We keep moving” Vojtek answered.
Kyle helped Vojtek back to his feet “Can you stand on
your own?”. “Yeah” Vojtek
said as Kyle let go of him. Vojtek stepped forward
and as his foot touched the ground a sharp pain cut across his ribs. Vojtek looked at the last American Abram as it closed in on
there position while retreating. He finally had to admit that his mission was
over. His target was somewhere 20 000 feet in the air. The last American unit
was retreating and other regiments stayed far away from the fray and showed no
signs of engaging. Kyle was flagging down the running Abram and Vojtek slowly proceeded forward. Vojtek
looked up just in time to see a blue bolt from the sky nail the Abram and stop
it dead in its tracks. A thunderous crackle could be heard shortly after; if he
didn’t know better he would have thought that the tank was struck by lightning.
Vojtek dropped the Ak-79 and reached for the rifle
that was slung behind his back. Aleesha slammed
through the Abram and ended up underneath it, the sudden jolt killed most of
the tank crew. The Abram rised in the air as Aleesha stood up and lifted it over her head. Kyle looked
on at her with lust and amazement. Her sexy thin body was shadowed by the
massive tank but it seemed to have no problem hoisting it into the air. Aleesha smiled at the soldier ogling her and then pulled
her arms back in preparation for the throw. “KYLE! DOWN!!”
Vojtek screamed as he leaped backwards. Aleesha launched the tank at the two men. Kyle making his dodge far too late, the tank smashed into him leaving no
more then a bloody stain on the hull of the tank. The flying tank narrowly
missing him by inches Vojtek landed on his back. Vojtek rolled off his back slung the rifle into position
and took aim at her all while ignoring the searing pain shooting across his
ribs. Aleesha smiled at him as another soon to be
dead American pointed his toy at her. She could have just incinerated him but
decided to toy with this last one. Aleesha put her
palms on the top part of her pert ass and strolled toward Vojtek
without a care in the world. Vojtek seeing that she
was allowing him to shoot her placed his ear phones in position. Aleesha glanced to her right and took note that there were
plenty of American troops and armor still waiting on the outskirts of her city.
She wondered what they were waiting for. Vojtek aimed
again, his arm still shaking from the pain he aimed at her torso, she winked at
him….he winked back. The Rifle Boomed. Sporadic fighting within 300 yard of the
shot stopped as soldiers dropped in agony as the massive shot blew out there
ear drums. Aleesha’s cocky grin disappeared as the
bullet that was fired at her moved much too fast. In comparison her ability to
watch the bullet with her super senses was the same as a human trying to be
able to track a paint ball fired at them. By the time she had decided to move
out of the way it was too late. The bullet smacked her in the stomach. Aleesha gasped from the pain, something was wrong,
something was so wrong. She put her hand on her stomach and tried to come to
terms with reality. She was shot. Vojtek’s rifle
boomed once more. The bullet snapped
through the invulnerability of her tight blue top, squeezed between her bust and entered her chest. She fell to her knees as Vojtek got up to his feet and aimed again. Aleesha wanted to cry as she saw her own blood pouring out
of her body. She looked at the soldier with anger and fired a blast of heat at
him from her fuming eyes just as the third shot came. The bullet hit her in the
shoulder and blasted out the other side of it causing her to grimace in pain
and miss Vojtek with her
heat vision. She screamed like a desperate woman, screamed with rage,
desperation and sadness. Vojtek took aim again and
fired, this time the bullet shot through her collar bone and stuck itself deep
into her upper back. Vojtek walked closer to her and
aimed his rifle at her again. Her eyes pleaded with him as she looked at him. Vojtek looked at the fallen Columbian and briefly saw
Kate’s fate through her. His mind projected a vision of Kate fallen in front of
him with bullet hole wounds all of her lovely body. Reluctantly he aimed at her
head. The rifle Boomed again and closed the eyes of
his victim.
Every
military satellite watched Vojtek slay the monster,
and every branch of Government watching cheered in celebration and relief. Cam Kneiling lit up another cigarette in celebration. He
remained his cool but inside he felt like jumping around like a six year old at
a playground. General Horner having called off his air units once she had
claimed the sky’s was now sending the jets back into Bogotá. With the 19 year
old girl that made mince meat out his armies out of the picture, tactical
operations once again made sense to him.
Aleesha
lay unconscious on the ground. The bullet in her stomach was being pushed out
of her. Her collar bone began to repair itself at an incredible rate and the
bullet that entered her chest was also pushed out of her body. The scientists
who orchestrated the Project thought of everything. Everything but a metabolism
that was as super as she was. The bullet in her skull pushed itself out of her
forehead and her eyes opened.
Vojtek
watched as the petite girl get back onto her feet and check her body over. She
seemed particularly concerned with the hole in her shiny blue top, a hole that
didn’t repair itself like her own body. Vojtek pulled off the head phones and waited patiently for
her. With the invulnerability of her shiny blue top compromised the hole in her
top began to get bigger. The shirt was now losing the battle to contain her
super endowments and it split down the middle and fell off of her body. She
looked at the soldier angrily and began walking toward him. Vojtek
dropped his rifle which held only the five shots and wondered how quick his
death would be. As Aleesha walked toward him her
exposed perfect breasts bounced ever so slightly. Vojtek
kept his focus on her eyes which even now impressed Aleesha.
Aleesha’s firm warm tits pressed on Vojteks chest as the two stared each other in the eyes. “In
the 20 paces it took me to get from there to here, I think you deserve to know
that I thought up of One million three hundred and twenty seven thousand two
hundred and twelve ways to kill you, ohhh so
painfully” Aleesha said containing her anger for now.
Vojtek nodded at her “Well, Perhaps if you have the
time, we can go through them all, and I can help you choose the best one” Vojtek replied. Aleesha looked at
his lips for even a hint of a smile, a smile she would have burned off his face
with her heat vision. Vojtek kept a straight face.
Kate’s body
burned through the atmosphere as she speeded her way toward Bogotá. Floating
400 feet above the city she used her super vision to look for Vojtek. Scanning the city with her eyes and picking up
every sound for miles with her ears she finally spotted him.
“Oooooo you’re a
funny one aren’t you” Aleesha commented as her finger
caressed his wound. Vojtek grimaced in pain. “I’m
curious, does it upset you that all you managed to do was convince the world
that I am completely impervious to all your toys”. Aleesha’s
petite hand squeezed Vojtek into her chest. Vojtek was having a hard time
breathing when he heard one of his ribs crack. “Oh, I’m sorry, did my tit do
that?”. Vojtek gasped for
air as she released the pressure. “Nothing to say?, Tsk, but you were sooo funny. Oh cmon say something, say something funny, I want you too”. Vojtek had no doubt that he was going to die the only
question now remained was how much pain would he endure. As strong as he was he
had no doubt that she could break him, make him scream and beg for mercy. Vojteks heart rate picked up like a person getting ready to
shoot them self in the head. He looked into Aleesha’s
eyes and smiled “Soon enough I’ll be dead, But you
will always and forever be a two bit fucking whore, all the power in the universe
can’t change that. Maybe you can live with that, me personally, I find it
funny”. Vojteks plan was to die quickly and
painlessly his plan failed. Aleesha’s hand grabbed Vojteks jaw and opened his mouth breaking some of his teeth
in the process. She fired a small dose of her heat vision into the back of his
throat. “You Insolent little fuck!, How Dare You!” She
screamed. Her hand moved down his body and broke through Vojtek’s
ribs and she reached for the bullet that was in him. Puncturing his lung and displacing
his stomach she grabbed the bullet that was in him and began pulling it out.
Extending her pinky she severed his spinal cord and then violently yanked out
the bullet. With his own cartilage muscle and blood still on the bullet she
showed him it. “I won’t have something like this claim my prize, You think your going to die soon don’t you, well you won’t.
You’ve got a good half hour before you leave this world and I’m going to make
that time drag on for an eternity”. Vojtek pulled her long black hair as hard as he could and
embraced her in a hug doing his best to take the unbearable pain. Aleesha was about to tear his arms off when she felt a
presence behind her, a very powerful presence. Dropping Vojtek
she turned around and looked at the girl standing before her. The tight blue
leotard hugged every generous curve on the girls
enviable body.
Kate could
have cried right there, Vojtek was alive but it was
too late, too late for him and countless others. Her anger was boiling over.
She wanted to punish so many. But for now just the Columbian would have to do. Vojtek had barley enough strength to put the head phones
on. And the two Goddesses engaged each other.