Sandra
Sandra becomes immensely powerful
By Dru



Sandra and her boyfriend Max had been planning this trip for 
ages. They had been to the ruin of the Mayan cities, walked 
a portion of the Great Wall of China, and now would they 
take in the ancient wonders of Egypt. Sandra's mother had 
told her years ago that travel broadens a person's 
perspective, and this journey would broaden the young 
woman's horizons more than she could possibly imagine.
They had found out to their great disappointment that the 
interior of the Great Pyramid at Giza was closed to the 
public, but fate found a way to get them in. At the markets, 
a cloth seller noticed how fat Max's wallet was, and they 
made a quiet deal that appealed to the young couple greatly.
"My son works in security at Giza," the seedy back-street 
dealer informed them in a thick accent. "For the right 
price, even you can step in the halls of the world's 
greatest monument!"
It was quickly settled. For two hundred dollars the man's 
son would get them inside the pyramid. The only thing was 
that they would only get in at night. But that didn't stop 
them. It was arranged, and now all they had to do was get 
out to the pyramids.

That night, as they wandered the halls of the ancient 
structure, another plan was hatching. A bold scheme, which 
threatened life not just on Earth, but life on all worlds. 
Martin Greene, a very rich and powerful man, wanted to be a 
god.
The idea was not as unreasonable as it sounded. It was put 
in his head by a manuscript. An ancient scroll found in a 
tomb somewhere in Egypt. The scroll was warning, worded to 
frighten normal men. But as its secrets were deciphered, 
Martin Greene was not scared away. He rejoiced as he 
realised that this warning also contained a carefully 
recorded history, showing how and why the Pyramids were 
built. If the scrolls were accurate, and he had no reason to 
doubt them, then all speculation about the mystery of the 
pyramids was way off.
They were not tombs, but batteries! Batteries containing a 
power that, under the right condition, would connect with 
him and fuse into his body and mind. Power he could then 
wield as he saw fit. Power that no force in universe could 
possibly equal...
Martin was determined, and had money behind him. He had 
gathered the necessary items he would need, and hired a 
group of elite ex-military guys to get him in and give him 
plenty of time to complete the ceremony. Everything was set, 
and now he was in the pyramid.
When his men told him they had found two people making love, 
impatient man ordered their deaths.
"Kill them both, and make sure they're dead. Then get their 
bodies outside with the security guys." Without giving the 
matter another thought, Greene made his way to the King's 
Chamber and set up for the ceremony.


Max and Sandra cowered in fear on the floor of the Queen's 
Chamber. The men with guns had come silently from the dim 
corridors to disturb a rigorous spate of passion, and now 
they waited...but not for long.
Another black clothed terrorist came running in to the room 
"We have to kill them, and take them outside."
The leader of the group (who had been discharged for 
disobeying orders) had different ideas. He had no desire to 
rob himself and his men of his booty. Calm as a surgeon, the 
head honcho pulled his dark pistol, and ended Max's life as 
he clung to his caring lover. His blood gushed from the 
well-aimed throat wound, the blood going absolutely 
everywhere. The cold killer stepped back in disgust to avid 
getting any on his boots.
"Get her in the other corner."


When he was ready, the order came through on the radio from 
Green to clear the building. The "Captain", as the ruthless 
leader insisted she call him, removed his member from her 
for the second time. Sandra was not relieved for long, as 
another rudely took its place. She sank back from reality, 
but her new rider slapped her to keep her attention.
"You hold on in there, this won't take long."
"We gotta go..."someone piped up from the background. 
"Orders are to clear the building."
"Damn," the fiendish rapist cursed. He withdrew, and zipped 
up with a crooked smile. "You wait here little lady. I got 
orders to kill you, but none to say when."
The other men didn't hear him, having made a good distance 
up the hall already. He shot out the lights, leaving her in 
total darkness with her lifeless lover across the room. She 
passed out...


Martin ended the final syllable of the access code, as he 
like to think of it, and stepped into the centre of the room 
to await the coming of his power. There had been explicit 
instruction how to tap small amounts of the energy, but 
Martin wanted every drop. He found and had now read the 
passages that would make that happen.
For just a moment, the millionaire doubted his plans. He 
looked down, thinking himself a fool and madman. "What was I 
thinking.."
But then his doubts were washed away. The walls started to 
hum, the massive stones glowing softy at first, and then 
forming a blinding light as they woke from millennia of 
slumber. The ground shook, and Martin was thrown to the 
floor by the violent movement. 
Any minute now, he thought. 
The shaking subsided, and the light drained away. But Martin 
didn't feel any different. He could still hear the humming, 
yet now it seemed distant. He rose to his feet...wondering: 
"What went wrong?"


Sandra had passed out. It was late and she was tired, and 
her body needed sleep. The horror of her situation vanished 
as she sank into her subconscious, and dreamed her favourite 
dream where she ran through the sunny field near her uncle's 
rural property near Numbaa.
But shortly into her dream, something happened. Looking 
about, she saw that she had ran far from the house...too 
far. As soon as her eyes found it, it seemed to sink over 
the horizon. How could that be? And there was a 
scarecrow...but her uncle never had scarecrows. In fact, 
Sandra had never seen a scarecrow before.
And she still hadn't. It was a man, just standing there. 
Then, the ground began to shake, and the sun became 
bright...then brighter and brighter still until it vanished. 
Sandra was overcome with a becalming sense of security and 
warmth, the shaking of the ground seeming to stop as she was 
lifted from the ground. The distant man before her, but now 
he was merely a blur in the bright lights.
"You are not the one. But it is too late..."
Then the rush began as the energy forces contained within 
the pyramids made direct contact with Sandra's body. She 
moaned in pleasure as her genetics were altered in such a 
way that her every sense was amplified, sharpened, and she 
woke from her dream.
She was no longer in the field, but now back in the pyramid. 
Her boyfriend was there, dead in the corner. But now he was 
on fire...the whole room seemed to be on fire as it wavered 
before her eyes in the heat caused by the exchange that was 
taking place. 
"Wow.."
The darkness returned, but not to Sandra. She would never 
stand in darkness again. Her entire body had been made anew, 
and her super-improved eyes had no trouble adjusting to the 
pitch-black. Sandra gasped at the realisation that her naked 
feet hovered a good metre above the cold stone. She was 
levitating! But how did she get down?
At thinking the question, an answer seemed to come from 
within her, for in her subconsciousness she had the answers. 
She started to float gently down as she discovered she did 
indeed know how to. Looking at her naked body, Sandra didn't 
think she had changed much. No. She looked just the same as 
before. But she felt different, and suddenly knowing how to 
fly told her that she was most certainly different. But what 
had happened?
The silent question opened the knowledge from within her, 
and she received a rush of information and images that 
explained in seconds what Martin Greene had learned over the 
course of the last several years.
"So. What can I do?" she asked, lifting both feet up of the 
ground. She gifted with more knowledge, and had to wonder 
where that knowledge had come from, and then she realised 
that she knew everything. Everything that the holder of the 
power before her knew. How that being had been tricked into 
entering the stone monument and imprisoned there millennia 
ago.
The charred remains of poor Max brought Sandra back down to 
earth, and she looked him over knowing that she could not 
bring him back. Even her magnificent powers could not 
conquer the walls of death. A rage welled within her, her 
eyes glowing red.
Sandra flew up the hallway, in search of the ones who had 
killed her love


It took a few moments for Martin to realise that if he 
hadn't received the power as planned, than they had gone 
somewhere else. Knowing what that meant he ran from that 
place as fast he could. Maybe he could escape...all was not 
lost. But he had to do more reading. He had only glanced 
over the part where it explained the manner of imprisoning 
the power. He would have to study it more before confronting 
the new holder of what should have made him dictator of the 
universe. Plotting his next moves to block out the fear, he 
ordered his men into their Hummers and began the drive to 
the airfield. All was not lost...


Sandra reached the Kings Chamber to find Martin had already 
left. Applying her sonar to the task, she heard trucks start 
up outside and knew where her targets were. Looking around, 
began trashing the items that the greedy fool had brought 
along and then left behind. But she was having unexpected 
trouble destroying things. She didn't seem to be any 
stronger. Slamming a fist into a wall, Sandra learned that 
while she hadn't hurt her hand, the wall was equally 
unscathed. 
"I need more strength!" she declared, and tried again. 
Nothing had changed, so she consulted her subconscious, 
meditating a moment.
Learning that she to make herself stronger by drawing the 
power from the endless well inside her, Sandra applied the 
knowledge. Closing her eyes and raising her fists out above 
her spread feet, she opened the door and allowed a little 
power to flow into her muscles. Enjoying the feeling of raw 
brawn spreading through her, she groaned and little and 
opened the gate more. The sensations intensified, and her 
body slowly filled out with muscles harder than diamond. 
When she stopped and opened her eyes, her body was too big. 
Her muscles had grown to immense proportions to accommodate 
the strength she possessed. This time when she struck the 
wall, the ancient stone was shattered into small chunks that 
flew everywhere, and a crack formed up the wall.
"If this is a prison for people like me," Sandra thought 
aloud, "Then I better not leave it lying around." She walked 
over to the corner, deliberately bringing her feet down hard 
to crack and damage the floor. Placing a hand on either side 
of the corner, the immense super-girl pushed out and forward 
to separate the stones. She thrust her arms out like 
unstoppable pistons, and half the pyramid collapsed in pile 
of rubble. The stones fell on her naked body, shattering on 
her diamond muscles as she soaked in all the sensations. She 
smiled to herself, imprisoned in a chaotic pile of stone 
that once had been mans longest-standing achievements. She 
curled herself up, allowing the rubble to condense around 
her, and the shot her arms and legs out. So much strength 
did she possess, she sent stones flying for hundreds of 
miles on all directions, and stood in the open air of Egypt. 
Crossing her arms and smiling at the thought of what she 
could do now, Sandra stamped her foot very hard, shattering 
the remains of the pyramid to leave hovering above the 
square base that remained.
"I'm the most powerful person on Earth!" she shouted with 
glee. Jumping for joy, she found herself shooting away from 
the ground with the speed of meteor. She took over with her 
flight powers, and sought out Martin and his crew. They 
would be the first to meet the new nemesis of crime...
She found them in absolutely no time at all, find that she 
could invade in their thoughts. With just a second of 
practice, she found that she could reach into their 
consciousness and steal their knowledge. The limits just 
went up on her capabilities, and she willed the driver of 
one car to stop. He resisted, his fear and instincts at what 
he had just seen happen to the pyramid in the rear-view 
mirror drove him to accelerate.
Sandra commanded again, closing her eyes as she hovered 
above the truck and jabbed her mind at his. The man did as 
he was quietly ordered, his nose suddenly bleeding and a 
vacant look in his eyes. Realising that something was wrong, 
another man pushed aside the mindless form of his fellow 
mercenary, and took the drivers seat. But there was no hope 
of escape. 
The worlds' new superhero stood before them, a cute smile on 
her face. Her completely naked body was rippling with 
muscles. As his eyes met hers, e felt himself somehow drawn 
toward her. Her beautiful eyes, so deep, filled his mind as 
they dove deep into his mind. From his mind she received 
combat training, ignoring the rest.
The other four men had jumped out and were kneeling on the 
road blasting away at her with various weapons. The bullets 
found their target well, but Sandra only laughed as the full 
metal jackets ricocheted explosively from her invulnerable 
muscles to kill two of the gunmen.
"Well, look at that! I'm bullet-proof!" she tilted her head 
to one side, and held out her hand. A dead man's gun 
suddenly left his twitching hands and floated into her 
grasp. It squished and deformed as she handled it. "Are you 
guys bullet-proof?" she asked sweetly, shooting off a few 
rounds. They weren't, as it turned out. The bullets shredded 
into them, and she blasted happily away at her boyfriends' 
murderers until the gun exploded in her hands. Sandra had 
bent the barrel without even realising it. The explosion 
blasted her front, but the chunks of gun merely fell at her 
feet instead of imbedding themselves in her flesh. She 
reached back, and brought her fist into the big four-wheel-
drive. The armoured vehicle crumpled, then exploded 
rewardingly.
Looking at the next of the two remaining Hummers, Sandra's 
mind discerned that one contained the rapist who had served 
her last. She looked down at her huge muscles, suddenly 
wanting her old body back. Making huge muscles of her arms, 
she decided what she saw didn't really please her, and made 
the super girl feel ugly and masculine. 
While the Hummers moved away quickly into the darkness of 
the night, their drivers switching to infrared and killing 
their headlights, Sandra changed her look. She accessed the 
database of knowledge in her mind, and discovered that she 
could change her appearance as easily as she could do 
anything else now. Closing her eyes she dreamed up a costume 
for herself, seeing that she was now a superhero she might 
as well dress like one. A super-superhero, in fact. She 
didn't want a big cape, but she did want it to be 
recognisable...and sexy. It had to be sexy. That was 
important. When those men killed her lover, they set in 
place a need for revenge that must be satisfied. 
When she opened her eyes, the costume had formed around her 
body. The fabric she had chosen was suitably glossy, and the 
amount of it left very little to the imagination. Basically 
a very flash bikini, she was happy with her sense of fashion 
for the time being. She closed her eyes once more, and 
opened the gates within herself. Power gushed into her body, 
and her muscles grew greater still. But she reversed the 
flow, and reduced her strength and the size of her muscles. 
She regretted relinquishing her strength even a little, but 
knew it would only be a snap of her fingers away. She cupped 
a hand over her flexed bicep to measure it as it shrank.
Opening her eyes when it felt right, she reached down and 
picked up a tyre, which had once been connected to the first 
Hummer. She could feel its weight firm in her hand, but had 
no trouble lifting the large wheel out at arms length. 
Trying to crush it between her hands, she rewarded with 
complaints from the metal as it protested yet yielded to her 
still very super strength. Tossing it aside, satisfied she 
was still the strongest person on Earth, Sandra leapt high 
into the air and scanned for her targets. She could do 
nothing else until Martin Greene and his horrible men were 
punished for the murders of Max and the security staff of 
Giza.
Finding that she could fly extremely fast, Sandra zoomed up 
to the next vehicle. Through his night-vision goggles, the 
driver saw the now smooth-bodied woman hovering long the 
road behind them.
"There's someone following us! Check behind!"
A window came down and a man stuck his head out. Before he 
even fired a shot Sandra took him and dragged him from the 
window roughly by his hair, zooming back up into the sky 
with her doomed quarry.
"What the...." The man's mind raced as he looked from the 
very appealing woman whose arm bore his weight so easily, to 
the desert sands far below and heart skipped several beats.
"Don't worry," she smiled at him. "This won't hurt."
She dropped him, and watched as fell through the empty air 
beneath her to land right on the bonnet of the car he had 
been a passenger of just moments before. The vehicle 
swerved, but the skilled driver regained control before it 
crashed. Remembering what that man had promised, Sandra 
invaded his mind and made him jump out.
"Now..." she whispered his cue, and he leapt clear of the 
fast vehicle into the sands. 
Testing herself, Sandra remained hovering still on the high 
breeze, and reached her arm toward the escaping truck with 
her hand open. Imagining the truck in the palm of her hand, 
she slowly closed her fist.
In the Hummer, the mercenaries terror increased as the 
vehicle started caving in around them. The metal popped and 
squealed as it bent ever so slowly inward to crush the lives 
from them. Reaching out her other hand, she waved it at the 
sand. Once more her mind went powerfully forth. Over a 
million tonnes of sand near the crushed ruin of the Hummer 
rose up into a wave at her command, and swamped over the 
truck to bury it forever. 

	"I'm gonna enjoy this," Sandra mused, flex her back 
and stretching her powerful body.
She looked back at the man she had forced to leap. The man 
who last had his thing inside  her. With a gesture of her 
hand she put him in a deep sleep, the corner of her mouth 
going up as she placed a dream in his head...using the 
memory he possessed of their time together back in the now 
destroyed Queen's Chamber.
"I'll be back for you, little plaything," she called out to 
him. "But I need your boss first."
The final Hummer was speeding over the desert, the pursuer 
learning from their open thoughts the fear they felt was 
revealed to her. She didn't want to tamper with their minds 
this time. She wanted them to be fully aware of what she was 
about to do to them.
Earths most powerful resident put her feet back on the 
ground ahead of her quarry, and waited for them come over a 
hill. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself becoming more 
attractive, opening up the gates once more to channel her 
energy. This time, instead of raw strength, she called up 
raw sexual energy and infused it into her body. The influx 
of that energy nearly gave her an orgasm. She closed off the 
flow before it did, as it was not herself she was trying to 
impress. 
The Hummer roared over the dune and bore past her, missing 
the calm girl by a mere half-a-foot. She waited, knowing 
that they must have seen her. She didn't stand there long 
before the armoured four wheel drive almost flipped trying 
to stop too fast. Smiling, she could sense the change in 
their moods. It surprised her just how potent her new look 
was. The sense of fear was completely gone from the group of 
killers. Now their primitive heads were filled nothing but 
lust, their bodies set on fire by the passing glimpse of 
Sandra.  They piled out and approached her, two already with 
their favourite weapons in hand.
It was the second time that night Sandra had seen men 
approach her like this tonight. Though this time things were 
very different. This time the men were much more interested, 
filled with greater passion than they had ever experienced 
before. And this time Sandra was not afraid. Because this 
time Sandra was not the helpless victim she was before. Now 
the men would become the helpless victims.
She swatted the first two down, her subtly enhanced strength 
more than ten times theirs combined, and hoisted the next 
two as the remaining two mercenaries grabbed at her body and 
tried to tear away her clothes. Just before Sandra squished 
the throats of the two she held up, Martin Greene jumped out 
of he Hummer with a loaded rocket launcher in his trembling 
hands.
Suddenly unsure of herself, wondering if even her super-
dense flesh could withstand a direct hit from a anti-
aircraft missile, Sandra left it too late to do anything. 
Martin sneered, and fired.
The missile covered the distance in less than a second, 
Martin's aim good. It ploughed into her smoothly strong 
abdominals, and exploded violently. The super-human girl 
watched the whole scene in slow motion. Her eyes catching 
every small detail in the dim light as the pointed warhead 
crumpled against her sensual flesh. The metal buckled before 
her body gave way. In fact, her body didn't give way at all 
as the warhead tried to bury itself in her stomach. The 
worry vanished from her mind as the pieces of the projectile 
sprayed out in all direction, tearing all the mercenaries 
around her into pieces but leaving her standing there 
completely unharmed with a smile on her face.
"You want me all for yourself, don't you boss man?" she 
asked him, trying to sound sexy. The effect she was having 
on him was tremendous, but somehow Martin remained stable 
despite the near uncontrollable urges he was experienced. 
"Stay away from me! I don't want any trouble!"
Sandra laughed. "You just shot me with a rocket-launcher! 
Besides, I already owe you asshole..."
Martin's mind raced. "That's right! You do! You owe me 
everything!"
Sandra crossed her arms and regarded him with her glowing 
eyes. "How do you figure?"
"Where do you think you got all that power from? I gave it 
to you! If it wasn't for me, you'd still just be a normal 
woman!"
"True!" she replied, leaving the ground to start hovering 
slowly over. "But you didn't mean to, did you? It was an 
accident, and you regret it greatly. But thanks anyway. I'd 
be happy if I was still normal, because then Max would be 
alive."
"Max?"
"My boyfriend!!" her anger shook the ground. "You killed 
him!"
"I never killed anybody..."
Enough was enough. Sandra raised her hand, and made a waving 
gesture. Martin was slung to the ground. Then he was lifted 
into the air. He continued to rise, and Sandra followed him 
as she cradled him on a cushion air. 
"This is it for you. I got one other thing to before I 
finish you off. I could kill you now, but I want you think a 
while about what you've done.
Looking around for somewhere to leave him, Sandra decided 
another demonstration for this gentleman, just to show him 
what had missed out on being able to do, would increase his 
regret.
She looked down, her eyes passing the sands of the desert 
until she found the rock beneath. Beckoning with her hand 
for nothing more than dramatic effect, she employed the 
power of her mind once more. Selecting a large enough 
section of rock, she made it rise through the sea of sand, 
making a huge rumbling noise as the rock tore from the bed 
and came up in narrow column until it rested neatly beneath 
Martin.
"If you had've been more careful, you could've done that. 
Think about that while I handle your friend."
Sandra left the terrified millionaire on his pinnacle of 
stone, and went back to where the other man lay sleeping. 
She touched down on the sand beside him. He was clearly 
enjoying the dream that looped in his head. This fact made 
Sandra more determined to make him know what it feels like 
to be a helpless victim.
"Wake up, dirt-ball," she ordered, blasting the order into 
his mind so ferociously it made his nose bleed. 
Jumping to feet, startled so violently from his sleep, the 
mercenary swung a few poorly directed reflex blows as his 
mind adjusted to being back in reality.
"I'm over here, fool," Sandra told him, putting her hand on 
her hips.
He turned about, and was completely stunned by the woman he 
saw before him. She was wearing some outlandish outfit, as 
though she were going to a costume party, and its small 
pieces of fabric left bare most of her appealing flesh. Her 
curves were faultless, and very full. And when he took a 
deep breath, his body already aching for her, he took in a 
gulp of her scent. The rest of the world fell away with his 
knees, and all that was left was Sandra's image and the 
overwhelming desire he had for her. His member, hard and 
sore from his dream, throbbed with refuelled eagerness as a 
drool formed from the corner of his mouth.
"Like what you see?" Sandra asked, turning in a slow circle.
He nodded slowly, and rose back to his feet to move toward 
her. His hungry eyes were not all that showed his intention. 
He bolted the last few steps, but before he reached his goal 
an invisible force grasped him in a crushing grip and lifted 
him to dangle from thin air.
"You killed my boyfriend. And you would have killed me too 
if things hadn't gone wrong. So its only fair that you join 
the rest of your buddies." She showed him images of what she 
had done to the other vehicles as she held him aloft. 
He wasn't listening. All he could think of was getting at 
her body, being close to her so he could...
"That's not going to happen. Remember what it felt like when 
you were raping me? Well, I was good then. Now...I am as 
good as I want." Sandra looked into his eyes as she tapped 
into her sea of power to draw more sensuality from it. Her 
victim's mind tripped and stumbled as she altered herself. 
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but for some reason 
she becoming more and more attractive. His desire was 
growing more powerful.
Sandra watched his expression grow desperate with longing, 
and a heavy sweat broke out all over his body, making her 
wrinkle her perfect nose. His heart beat raced, Sandra's 
super hearing picking up funny sounds from his groin.

"Watch this."
Sandra accelerated the flow of her power, and studied the 
mercenary as he reacted to her. At first he only stared, his 
heart racing as the girl before him went on increasing in 
appeal. Then he jumped at her, trying to stab into her. She 
smiled, halting his efforts with her left hand as she 
stroked his face.
"Now, it's time to say goodbye."
His hands ravaged her as best they could, groping crudely at 
her lust inducing body. She released him.
"But if you leave now, I'll forgive you. And you can live."
He ignored her, his freedom allowing him to get closer to 
that flesh. But now her body was too much for him, the feel 
of her skin burning him as it excited his nerves far too 
much. But the pain was so full of pleasure that he 
continued.
Sandra smiled as this weak man tried to take his pleasure 
from her. His ravaging would have left a normal woman broken 
and bleeding, but Sandra just stood with her hands on her 
hips smiling with cruel amusement. Then her progress passed 
a certain point and the mercenary just dropped dead as his 
heart gave out.
"Now," Sandra though aloud, turning to look up at the high 
column. "I think you've had long enough."
She pointed at the base of the rock tower, and pretended to 
shoot with her naked finger. Backing up her imagination with 
her new powers, she "shot" a ball of air at her target. The 
tiny air pocket that she accelerated from the tip of her 
finger was so fast and concentrated it had more power than a 
case of C-4 when it impacted. The rock column collapsed as 
its base shattered like a toothpick model. Martin Greene 
came tumbling down to land rough on the sand. Sandra heard 
every bone in his body, except three, shatter as death came 
upon him.
The new bearer of the greatest power in all he universe 
looked down at the one who had made it all possible, and 
then she used her formidable mental energy to bury the body 
four miles down in solid rock, teleported his atoms with a 
click of her fingers.
"Now, what should I do with all this power...?"