Sandra part 2 Sandra takes her revenge By Dru Sandra looked at the remains of the vehicles, and melted them to slag with beams of superheated air from her fingers. Glass formed around the objects as each time she put more into it, and then she looked at the bodies of the men she had killed and felt her excitement die a little. They hadn't been killed by her, most of them anyway, but she had wanted them dead and now they were. That bugged her a little, but then again they raped ...and had intended to kill... Sandra. The fact that she had received the power that Martin Greene had yearned for had been nothing to do with them. Anger filled her as she remembered the feeling of them rudely inside her, and Sandra hoisted and threw them one by one miles out into the desert. Their lifeless bodies light in her grip, she wanted to throw them further still. She closed her eyes and opened the floodgates. She kept her eyes closed and condensed the mass of her body until her impossibly strong muscles were sleek and not bulging at gruesome angles. The last two corpses were launched clear into space, the friction of escape velocity making them glow. Only chunks of them made orbit, but the feat astounded Sandra. She punched a chunk of Martin's fallen stone pedestal, and it vaporised. She hoisted another, and with her fingers sent it flying across the desert. Jumping into the sky she flew up and cried out with joy. The power that flowed through her flesh and mind was capable of accomplishing anything she desired. She smiled and wondered who she could show off to first. A thousand ideas flashed through her head, and all of them appealed to her, but one of them more than any other. She would be the protector, the gallant hero who would be the saviour of the world. But first she would need to test her strengths and look for weaknesses. Wondering of it was possible, Sandra lifted from the ground and performed a perfect somersault-dive at the sand. Her ultra-firm flesh carved through so easily that she wondered if rock would be harder. She went deep and shattered into the underlying bedrock. Sandra laughed as the hard-packed tectonic plate parted before her. She reached forward and tunnelled with her fingertips, surprised when her environment suddenly changed. Sandra had gone so deep she found herself in Magma. The heat was comfortable and glow pleasant on her eyes. She accelerated and tunnelled far deeper than anyone had ever drilled or mined. Laughing at the impossibility of the physics, she reached faster speed than man had reached in space as she smashed layer after layer deeper into planet until her rugged course brought her into the waters of the Pacific Ocean. Her brief contact was not enough to cool her, and when she stood on air in the stratosphere she glowed like a new sun in the brilliant blue sky.. Dropping like a stone, she halted to dangle her feet in the water. A massive column of steam rose into the sky, and she fully immersed herself. The discharge of steam released a cloud, which covered the hemisphere and caused havoc with the weather system. Sandra stayed underwater, the ocean bubbling in turmoil before calming down. Everything around her went suddenly still, and she realised that all the sea life nearby had been boiled alive as she cooled her body. She moved through the water as easily, it seemed she could go as fast as she wanted. The very powerful young woman smiled, breathing water into her lungs without gagging or coughing. The toughened tissues of her defunct lungs filtered water just as calmly as they did the air. She sought the deepest canyons, traversing them until she started to find creatures never documented before. Some of them surprised her by their size, but none attacked her as she approached. Until, that is, Sandra investigated a giant squid. The unbelievably massive creature was as used to being the dominant figure as Sandra was getting to be, and when confronted by her comparatively smaller form the animal made a grab with his long tentacles. Sandra did nothing, allowing the creature to grasp her. Filled with confidence, she allowed it to feel her body. It's venom sprayed out, and the ink found Sandra's face getting in her eyes. But she was not blinded as should have been the case. Driving her arms out, she shredded the tangled web of strong tentacles, and flew through the water in a series of loops to slice the soft-fleshed creature to ribbons. Looking up through a million fish and floating bits of squid, Sandra spotted a swarm of hungry sharks scouting several hundred feet toward the surface. She grasped some larger chunks of bleeding squid as bait and approached their depth. Waiting nearby, she watched the graceful killers move in to attack the mangled remains she towed. They didn't seem to notice Sandra at all as she moved away to watch the scene in fascination. Sandra wrapped bits of squid around her body, getting frustrated as the weak flesh disintergrated in her fingers she applied her mind to the task until she was a mummy of stripped squid. The sharks were in frenzy, and even as they broke teeth and several jawbones they continued to assault their quarry. To Sandra it felt like a light, half-hearted massage as the hunters stripped her of her bloody suit. Whenever they bit too hard or deep, they only hurt themselves. Sandra started to return the assault, punching, and slapping, kicking and shoving, she killed the entire lot of them in less than two minutes. The massive amount debris set off a whole new frenzy of feeding as the scent of blood radiated into the ocean. Sandra's incredible eyes picked up the scene in beautiful detail. She playfully started chasing a group of killer whales, grabbing their tails and sending them high into the sky of the pacific with a smooth motion of her arm. Then she moved in on some smaller fish. They darted about with startling dexterity, but as Sandra fine-tuned her flying ability she could easily catch the quick buggers, squishing them like very, very ripe bananas in her diamond-making grip. As she approached a cargo ship she shot tiny balls of condensed water from her mouth at fish she could see around her. As if hit by high calibre shells, the fish she targeted exploded as the super-fast projectiles speared through them. She stopped flying through the water, and paddled to the surface beside the ship. It was moving full steam ahead, and she watched it steam on past. It was huge, she mused, leaping from the water and circling the ship to get a better look. Crates were piled high on he deck, a myriad of colours they were all trimmed in rust. Sandra noticed a man on the bridge leaning out with binoculars as she made her third lap, and over the sound of engines and wind she heard him shout out to the other men inside the control deck. He spoke in some strange language, his buddies all coming out with cameras to take snap shots of the impossible. Sandra, still charged with sexual energy, approached them. Hovering in the air just a few metres from the railing, she greeted the crew and officers of the ship a warm smile. "Hello," she said sweetly. "I'm Sandra." They stared in silence, all astounded by the sight of her. Not only was there a woman flying around their ship, she was the most arousing woman any of them had ever seen. Some men grabbed themselves, one falling overboard in his rush to do so, some just drooled, but most just dropped to the ground dead or unconscious. Only the fittest of them survived more than a minute of her effects. Sandra reached out imagined the falling man in her hand. The fellow stopped falling and floated gently into her grasp. She deposited him carefully on the deck. "Are you the captain?" She reached out to shake the captains hand, and his eyes rolled back in his head as made contact with her painfully sensual flesh. He ejaculated and passed out. Two more men passed out, joining the majority, before Sandra realised that she was still fatally attractive. She giggled, unable to control her amusement, before reducing the sexual power in her veins to a more tolerable, yet still formidable level. Several of the crewman who remained conscious were babbling something, now that they could focus enough to talk. "What are you saying?" she asked, her head tilting to the side as she listened to their language. They were Germans, she learned, her mind piercing into the thoughts of the sleeping captain. He spoke English and German both fluently, as well as Japanese and his homeland tongue of Ireland. Not many people knew that he was born in Ireland, but nothing in the captain's mind was hidden from Sandra's clumsy assault on his head. She used forces akin to nuclear weapons, where all that was needed was a single bullet, to rip the useful knowledge from the poor man. His nose bled, and he died in his sleep. Realising she had killed half of these men, most recently the captain, Sandra decided that her first meeting with other people since her progression from mortal form had not gone as well as it should have. But it proved a valuable lesson. She must remember to always keep aware how much more powerful she was now than anything in the universe. There was a loud explosion, gunfire. One of the engineers had come running up with a shotgun when he realised the ship was changing course unannounced. Released from his trance he emptied all eight rounds into Sandra's floating form. Having just carved a hole though the planet with her face, Sandra wasn't worried in the slightest as the hot pellets showered into her. They splashed off in all different directions, many tiny pieces shredding not only the hapless gunman but also the friends he was trying in vain to save. "Give it up," she told them in fluent German. "I didn't really mean to hurt anyone I ..." "Get out of here!" Someone called as he ran for the crates. Several others followed. "Hold it right there!" Sandra ordered. They ignored her and she allowed them to escape. There was nowhere they could hide from her. This particular ship, as it happened, was carrying a very illegal cargo. And mixed in with all the hashish and heroin was an arsenal of weapons. The knowledge that these men were criminals brought relief as she now could justify anything she did to them. "Looks like a bad to be you guys," she smiled, beaming the thought directly into their minds as she spoke. "Did you know that no force in the universe can save you from the power I control?" "Die Alien Bitch!" From the cargo deck a missile fired as the man who spoke aimed it carefully at her. She let it hit her square on the chest, the explosion doing more damage to the bridge than to her exposed flesh. "You like missiles, huh?" she asked him. "How's this for a missile?" She accelerated toward him fifty times faster than his eye could focus and pushed through him at six-hundred kilometres an hour. Her path took her though seventeen shipping crates, shattering all of them and sending debris flying. She slowed down and turned, then returned. This guy cowered between two crates, and never knew greater fear as Sandra sliced a hole through the crates behind him and floated there smiling. He got up, crying and babbling about how he didn't want to die. "You know how many people this heroin kills?" Sandra asked, reaching out both arms to grab hold of the crates that formed the narrow corridor, making handles by scrunching the cool steel in her cautious grasp. "You make me sick." Not smiling now, Sandra brought her arms together in front of chest. While the steel moulded around Sandra's super compressed flesh, the man couldn't run fast enough as he realised what she was doing and was crushed flat as he jumped to get clear. She pushed the gap aside and nearly gagged at his remains. He looked like a giant mosquito caught on a flyswatter. Launching again, She reminded herself that these people were drug smugglers and deserved whatever they got. Sandra landed on the deck, her feet dimpling the steel loudly as rivets popped from the seams. So much was the strength that flowing in her muscles that she felt as though she stood on a construction of alfoil, not half inch steel and iron. She crimpled the weak metal and squished it with her toes. A group of three crewmen armed with machine guns from their stockpile, and convinced these new anti-tank weapons could kill their bizarre attacker, bolted from the cover of the crates and opened fire. "You'll have to do better than that!" she told them as the well aimed shower of bullets gently massaged Sandra's upper half. She looked down and watched in fascination as the high powered explosive rounds detonated on her body. The grenade launchers they used next felt great as the armour-piecing explosives detonated on her skin. She bathed in the burst of the heat, and watched as the men who fired the weapons were thrown to the deck by the shockwave. Sandra flew over, deliberately dragging her feet to cut through the steel. Pulling up and landing neatly in front of them, she gestured with her hand and her bizarre outfit changed at her whim. "You guys want to fight?" she demanded, standing before them in boxing trunks with red gloves and matching halter-top. They got to their feet, rushed her. The first one copped an uppercut in the chin that ripped his head from shoulders and sent both pieces flying into the air. The guy on the left dodged a jab, but was splattered as Sandra swung her arm out to knock him flying into the shipping crates. The third guy gave her a right roundhouse that had toppled giants. Then he tried his personal favourite left hook. But after that he couldn't throw another punch, because both his hands were shattered to the wrist-bone. "Nice moves," Sandra told him, her hands on her hips and her expression showing her amusement. "Did the captain teach you that? He taught me some good moves." Using the knowledge she had gained from the captain, she used a simple technique of blinding an attacker, the simple nose jab. A light tap. His nose squashed over his face, as she intended. And sailed out over the railing to splash down into the ocean, some twelve miles west. Enjoying the experience of physical combat so much Sandra sought other opponents to test herself upon. She flew down through the deck, the steel bending under her naked feet before rending loudly and giving way. Sandra found herself in the cargo hold and quickly located a pocket three men inside a crate loaded with weapons. They were armed to the teeth, and still they found more items to use against the alien that was killing them all. There wasn't much room down here. So before she began her fun with her next targets Sandra cleared some room with her mind. Making gestures with her hands as a guide, she levitated a crate. She surprised herself at how easy it was to heft the heavy container, making it spin as she sent flying at the hull. It smashed into the steel and clanged, crumpling like an accordian. Sandra made a hole with her mind, punching out jagged opening large enough to accomadate the crates.