The Continuing Sagas of Heidi
                Chapter 9  Balancing the Scales
                  by Sparty (sparty68@hotmail.com)


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not be reposted without the author's consent. All the characters in this story
are the sole creation of the author, and any similarity with other characters
is purely coincidental.



     After the day she'd had, Heidi just wanted to relax and unwind.  
Even 
with all her powers, it wasn't easy trying to be in three places at 
once. 
The refinery fire was no big deal for her until the call came in about 
a 
Delta 747 trying to make an emergency landing on the Interstate.  While 
she 
was rescuing the jumbo jet, she watched as a bus full of Girl Scouts 
began 
to careen out of control down a winding mountain road.  With the sad 
knowledge that she couldn't save all the people all the time, she 
settled 
the plane down onto the tarmac.  Speeding back to where the scout bus 
had 
crashed through the guard rail, she did manage to save eleven girls 
from the 
twisted inferno.  But still she felt so powerless, having allowed 13 
girls 
to perish. Objectively, she knew she would look back on today and 
realize 
she had saved the 344 souls on board the plane plus almost half the 
scouts.  
But as she stood amongst the wreckage, the flames sill lapping a her 
calves, 
she could only see the tragedy of 13 burnt bodies.  Putting out the 
fire 
with a quick puff from her lungs, she sped skyward, allowing emergency 
services to finish up.
    She may be invulnerable to physical harm, but her heart could sill 
be 
rent asunder, especially by the deaths of young children. Displaying a 
very 
human response , she decided to spend the night sitting on a bar stool.  
Slipping off her sooty costume, she took a long steamy shower before 
she 
getting dressed and heading out to a neighborhood tavern.  Now alcohol 
has 
no effect on Heidi physiologically, her body simply converts the 
complex 
sugars into energy.  But in her present funk, her mind allowed her to 
beleive she could get tipsy.  So there she sat, her black leather 
mini-skirt 
hiked up past mid-thigh, her blonde hair cascading down onto her pale 
green 
silk blouse.  The way her full breasts strained against the material 
caught 
every available man's atentions.  And each one came up to hit on her, 
but 
when she spun around they focused on her breasts, then her tanned 
thighs, 
and then the look on her face. Most backed away, having seen something 
in 
her eyes that told them she was very dangerous.  Several did try to 
talk to 
her, but soon slinked away after she laid a serious attitude on them.  
She 
was in no mood for companionship or even dancing tonight.  The 
bartender had 
attempted to cut her off from her steady stream of double scotches but 
she 
had merely grasped his hand in hers, squeezing it just hard enough to 
insure 
that her supply of Dewars would not be interrupted. Several hours later 
the 
lights came on and the barkeep told her it was closing time and did she 
want 
him to call her a cab?  Heidi just looked at him, looked at herself in 
the 
mirror, then back at him and shook her head.  Slipping off the 
barstool, she 
walked past the empty tables, through the front door and out into the 
cold 
night.
     Without any conscious thought, Heidi began to walk down the 
deserted 
street, her three inch heels clicking on the sidewalk. After about a 
mile a 
van pulled up next to her, the driver leaning out the door asking if 
she'd 
like to get out of the freezing rain.  Heidi looked down at herself, 
her 
silk blouse plastered to her boobs, leaving nothing to the imagination.
When did it start to rain? she wondered.
Looking into the van, she saw three college age guys, Suddenly they all 
started talking at once. Heading for a party...Lot's of fun..c'mon in 
babe...get out of those wet clothes.  Heidi thought , what the hell, 
and 
jumped in the side door. In less than 20 seconds the two passengers had 
stripped her wet clothes off, pleased that she wore no undergarments.
     Heidi looked at the guys with a blank stare for several minutes as 
one 
stroked her thigh as the second began to fondle a breast. She seemed to 
be 
an observer to the entire scene, her mind separating from her body.  
She 
watched as one continued to maul her breasts as the other undid his 
belt and 
dropped his pants.  She saw him spread her legs and try to enter her, 
but 
stiff as he was, he couldn't penetrate her. When the other dude noticed 
his 
pal's problem, he began to twist Heidi's nipples, then he slapped her 
face 
several times.  Heidi's body didn't react at all. They couldn't 
understand 
it.  Here they had picked up the hottest chick they'd ever seen, 
obviously 
drunk out of her mind, but they couldn't put it to her.
    The driver heard the commotion and stopped the van. Coming bacck, 
he 
dropped his pants muttering how his pals weren't man enough for her.  
Stroking himself to his full 10 inches, he kneeled down and began to 
slap 
his cock against Heidi's cheeks, waiting for her to open her mouth. 
Suddenly 
her eyes regained their focus, her brain having decided these guys had 
gone 
far enough and it was time to rejoin her body. Turning to look at the 
driver, she made eye contact and said "No!"
     These guys understood what 'No" meant.  They knew it meant that 
the 
girl wanted them to force themselves on her.  So they grabbed some rope 
and 
cables and secured Heidi's arms and legs to various prepositioned 
hooks. 
Heidi decided it was time to end this rape scene, but in a manner she 
felt 
would fit the crime.  She loosened herself up enough to allow the 
driver to 
plunge deep into her, while his buds lapped at her nipples.  With a 
sudden 
flexing of her muscles she snapped the cables and ropes apart. Before 
her 
captors could react, she reached out to grab  the penises of the two 
guys 
licking her breasts. At the same time she tightened herself up around 
the 
driver, squeezing him with a velvet vise from which there was no 
escape.
    "Don't you guys know what 'No' means?" she questioned. "Apparently 
not, 
so let me make sure you won't be able to do this again," she said as 
the 
tendons of her forearms began to stand out. In seconds she had crushed 
their 
dicks into bloody ribbons.  Meanwhile the driver was feeling the raw 
power 
of her most feminine part. His previously fat sausage reduced to 
vermicelli 
under her incredible pressure. Pushing her assailants aside, Heidi 
jumped to 
the driver's seat and dropped it into gear. Soon she was racing down a 
sleet 
slickened mountain road. Two of the men had recovered enough to try to 
stop 
her by slamming a tire iron at the back of her head, but that didn't 
faze 
her at all. In fact, she turned her head and bit the thing in two. As 
she 
was freaking the guys out with that stunt, the van slid across the icy 
pavement, crashed through the guard rail and began to plummet down the 
steep 
embankment.
     Heidi watched as her assailants were tossed around, their fragile 
bodies breaking from sudden contact with the seats or the dashboard. 
Heidi 
was unaffected by the flying glass or the steering column that had 
tried to 
pierce her chest.  Finally the van came to a stop, completely upside 
down.  
Heidi pushed away the twisted steering wheel noticing how there were 
now 
twin depressions along its perimeter.  Looking up at the floor, she saw 
how 
her feet were embedded in steel from the engine and firewall having 
been 
pushed back two feet.   But a simple tug pulled her feet from the 
twisted 
steel as if it were nothing more solid than pudding.  Pushing her 
fingers 
through the steel side walls, she pried open the van like a sardine 
tin. A 
spark from the twisting steel soon ignited  the leaking gasoline, which 
quickly backed up to the gas tank. The van was tossed 20 feet into the 
air 
as a huge fireball enveloped it.  Heidi took one last look at the 
charred 
remains of her captors.
"Don't fuck with me when I'm in one of my moods," she said as she 
enjoyed 
the intense flames liicking at her naked body.
     Climbing out of the mangled wreck, she saw she was only about 30 
feet 
from where the scout bus had crashed.  "Well," she thought, "some you 
lose, 
some you win. I can't save everybody that should be saved, but I can 
try to 
keep the scales balanced.  That's the best I can do."