As the warm water cascaded across her tight muscles and flawless skin Pink thought about the wonderful feeling of dominance she'd felt as she held her lovers helpless and brought them to climax. She replayed in her mind how Volkin's body was useless to resist hers, even his enhanced muscles inadequate against her might. She remembered how Natasha had watched in wonder, the many times she'd sparred against opponents and as she had held their powerfully built sex partner immobile. As she dried off her supple tits, she smiled. "I think tonight might hold one more suprise" she thought to herself, and slipped on a new, clean robe.
Her long dancers legs carried her back to the bedroom where the two nude soviets lay. She resisted the urge to "awaken" the sergeant in multiple arousing ways for another go, and instead, knealt on Natasha's side of the bed. She gathered the comatose woman in her arms as easy as a child would a puppy. Cradling the woman, she strode to their living room. Natasha's tan boobs bounced with each step and Pink couldn't resist licking one of the dark areola when she set the woman on the couch. The smaller form stirred slightly and the super soldier giggled. She knealt down and pulled the other woman close, their breasts pressed together, and kissed her deeply. She concentrated and a glow enveloped both women.
As she held her, Pink could feel Natasha's body growing stronger. Blue eyes opened wide with a start, then slowly closed again as the brunette felt the passion and pleasure as Pinks luscious red lips matched hers. Pink finally broke contact and stood, leaving a bewildered Natasha lying on the couch.
She walked over to a shelf and picked up a large marble bust of Lenin. Natasha knew the piece weighed at least 60 pounds, and was shocked when Pink threw it at her. She was more shocked however, that the grim Soviets leaders visage cracked when it struck her outstretched hand.
She slowly pulled her hand back and looked at it in shock, and then noticed her lover grinning at her.
"Suprise" Pink said.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Natasha yelled.
"Well, the look on your face made it worth it." Natasha began feeling her body, much like Pink had after her operation. The outward changes were minor, muscles a bit more defined, skin a bit more toned, abs a bit more prominent than usual. But she could feel the strength when she flexed her muscles. She reached down and grabbed the edge of the couch, and casually lifted it over her head. She tossed the furniture from hand to hand. Setting the couch down she walked over to Pink hugged her and positively beamed.
Pink looked down, her friends beautiful tan skin absolutely glowed and her bright blue eyes sparkled. "I know you like watching domination, and even being dominated a little bit, but I thought you might want to try the other end. I gave you around 10 times your normal strength. Any more and your body would've gone through changes we couldn't hide. I think it's time we go wake up our guest".
"But he's sure to tell his superiors in the morning" Natasha said, a look of concern on her face.
"Don't worry my dear," Pink took Natasha's chin lightly in her hand on looked into her eyes, "after he's been put in his place several times, his mind will be so weak I can easily wipe tonight from his memories. Besides, I'll give him some extra power so he doesn't get hurt to badly and he'll heal overnight." She took the girls delicate but powerful hand in hers and led her into the bedroom.
The sleeping sergeant didn't stir. Pink brought Natasha to the edge of the bed and released her hand. The smaller woman climbed onto the bed and straddled the Soviet soldier. His body moved slightly, but he was still to tired to awaken. Pink rested her hand lightly on his forehead and began giving him energy. She stopped as his eyes began to flutter, calculating that he was less than half Natasha's strength, but still well above his norm.
As Volkin's consciousness expanded, he became aware of the sexy Natasha sitting on his chest, peering over her tan tits at him, with a predatory smile on her face. As he watched she raised her arms into a double bicep pose.
"Guess what?" She said in a sultry voice as her arms expanded and she flexed her abs, "I got strong!". With that she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Volkin initially enjoyed the lip lock, until she began sucking the very breath from his lungs. Her lips dominated his as he began to fight for air. He tried to push her away and placed his hands on her shoulders, only to discover she couldn't budge her significantly smaller body and inch. She continued to stare into his eyes as he became more desparate.
He began to beat her, only to feel his blows land with an ineffectual thud against her hard body. She reached out and effortlessly grabbed his wrists and forced his arms down to the bed. Pink could see his struggles beginning to lose some of their ferocity as oxygen depravation took it's toll. Finally when his arms no longer resisted and his eyes began to close, the brunette released her hold and he could breathe. She allowed his to catch his breath but maintained control of his body. She then slipped her legs around his waist and rolled their bodies over, so that she was on her back.
The sergeant struggled with her legs wrapped around his waist and managed to get to his knees before she crossed her ankles and soft supple flesh turned to steel. Her long toned legs extended and squeezed, crushing his middle like a vice. He let out a sickening groan as his fingers pried at his sexy prison, to no avail. Her muscles worked under her radiant skin, powering her legs slightly closer together each second. Occasionally she jolted him with an extra boost of muscle power, almost enough to knock him out. His hands finally abandoned her legs and he began striking her stomach. Her abdominal muscles proved superior to his fists and they bounced off like spitballs against tank armor. Natasha gazed down between her glorious boobs at her well defined 6 pack, taking all that he could give. She then raised her legs so that her body was at a 90 degree angle and he dangled above her, looking into her angelic face. He tried punching that as well, with no effect other than making her giggle at the look on torment on his. He then tried attacking what he presumed to be the softest part of her anatomy, and spent a minute unleashing a flurry of blows to her breasts.
The tan mountains jiggled in respone, put actually caused her a not unpleasant feeling as they tickled her nipples. "Don't worry" she cooed, "you'll get to play with them more later." As he once again began to lose consciousness she released her scissor hold and simultaneously punched him in the chest. His body flew off of her and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, not moving.
Natasha pulled her knees into her chest and then kicked out violently, propelling herself off the bed to land on the floor. She stretched down, touching the floor and kissed her legs, "I love you babies" and strolled over to the slowly awakening man.
As Pinks donated energy brought him back to the land of the living, a delicate hand closed around his throat. He was hoisted into the air to again look into the face of his conquerer and his fingers tugged at hers. Her other hand balled into a fist and she punched him in the stomach. Her fist easily penetrated his impressive looking abs and his body seemed to fold around the impact. She released his throat and he fell to his knees. She wasted no time in lifting him back up with an uppercut that sent him reeling backwards. She advanced on him as he tried to get his balance and tagged him with several body blows. She stepped back and placed her hands on her knees and leaned forward, jutting her invulnerable tits at him.
"What's the matter, this little girl to much for you?".
His rage and Pinks power helped him recover and he decided to go on the offense. He charged the smaller woman and hit her with a shoulder tackle. His momentum carried them into a wall, smashing Natasha's back against the concrete. Suprised he had recovered so quickly, Natasha threw up no defense as he pummeled her face and stomach. Her head rocked back, cracking the concrete as his superpowered blows struck, but his rage changed to concern as she began to smile even as he struck her. Her knee snapped up, literally lifting him off the ground when it landed. He staggered backwards as she calmy stepped forward and began brushing the concrete dust from her hair. He again rushed her, but her right leg suddenly caught him in the chest, knocking him back several feet to land on his ass. She kept her leg extended and ran a hand around her shapely thigh, before moving it in a large circle back to the ground.
"Now you really shouldn't have done that."
He was just getting to his knees when a slender arm reached around his neck and cut off all airflow. His hand came up to grasp her bicep just in time to feel it swell with power.
Across the room Pink fingered herself as she watched the sexy little woman utterly destroy her much larger rival. "Damn, now I know why she likes watching!" she thought.
Natasha easily held him down as her rippling muscles shrugged off the tugging at her arm. Her sultry voice flooded his ears as she whispered, "Just relax and let the darkness come. It's inevitable that my sexy hardbody will overcome yours. You couldn't even hurt my big, soft, golden tits." Despite the pain and the humiliation, thinking about the tits currently resting on top of his head caused part of Volkin to put up a valiant effort. His rod began expanding and soon stood proudly. The brunette smiled as she kept her hold, but relaxed her steel muscles enough that he got some air. Her other hand reached down and encircled his cock. She could feel his pulse pounding through it as his heart raced. Her strong fingers worked the shaft and her wrist fluidly pumped. She slowly raised his body so that her tits fell on either side of his head and his chest rested against her strong midsection. Her hand slowly brought him closer to climax, and precum began flowing from his tip, lubricating her hand as it slid along his impressive length. She again flexed her muscle, cutting off his air and rippled her abs across his back. "So, my weak little man, will you cum in time to beat the darkness?"
His only response, besides a barely audible gurgle, was to weakly pump his hips. She smiled and continued her ministrations. His arms continued to pull at her single arm to no effect. The feeling of absolute power that consumed her caused her own orgasm to build. Her hand pumped faster and her chokehold got tighter. Just as the rest of his body lost muscle tone and his arms dropped limply, he erupted. Fountains of cum sprayed from his dick, jetting between her fingers. Seeing this ultimate surrender to her strength caused Natasha to have her own orgasm and her body shook. Muscles tightened into stunning definition and her head snapped back as a powerful moan escaped her lips. She dropped to her knees, releasing her hold on the unconscious Volkin and grabbed her tits, kneading them and fingering the nipples.
After a minute she stopped and looked down at their bodies. Cum from her hand was smeared across her tits and his groin and stomach. "Well, we seem to have gotten a bit sticky." Natasha stood and slung his limp body over her shoulder and walked over to the jaccuzi style tub in the bathroom. She unceremoniously dumped him into the warm bubbling water and climbed in. Lifting his head above the surface she propped him in the corner. She dropped below the surface, enjoying the warmth and wiping away his offending jizz. She broke the surface in an image straight from a shampoo commercial, bouyant tits half submerged, and wiped her hands back across her face, gathering her hair behind her. Heading over to the corner she gripped the edges and pinned his body between the side and hers. Emulating Pink's earlier move, she began undulating her abdominal muscles in waves against his dick. It soon responded although the rest of his body remained out. She continued rubbing and rippling, feeling the tip bounce along the striations between each muscle. Soon the waves of sun bronzed skin proved to much for his dick to handle and he shot his load into the warm water.
Natasha smiled and released him, bobbing backwards in the warm water. She watched as the filter slowly gathered up the milky threads and noticed he was starting to come around. His head rolled forward to rest on his powerful looking chest and his arms began to move. She slipped below the water as his eyes started to open and a hand reached up to grab his forehead. He was still taking stock of his condition when her body appeared from the water directly in front of him. She slid up his legs until he dick was nestled between her mountainous tit flesh. Her arms encircled his waist and she stood.
Water dripped off of their bodies as she powered him into the air. He looked down at her and gasped. Her beautiful face looked up at his as her wet hair streamed down her back. The water caused her tan skin to shine and sparkle. Her sopping wet tits caused even his impressive imprisoned dick to look small. She smiled as she set out of show him what a set of A+ tits and pectoral muscle control could do. Her arms slid his slick body against hers so that the first several inches of his cock poked out above her breasts. She broke eye contact with him and her chin touched her prodigious chest as her lips wrapped around his second head. She sucked on his lolipop until it had regained it's former stiffness. Pulling it from her lips with a "pop" she began sliding it between her slick tits. She flexed her pecs, causing her tits to rhythmically squeeze his member. Waves of pleasure washed over him and he started to lose consciousness from the feelings, but several quick jolts from her arms brought him back. He braced his hands on her shoulder and looked down at her pleadingly.
"Tell you what stud, if you can resist cumming for 2 more minutes I'll be your slave for the rest of the night."
A grunt of understanding was all he could muster as he tried to stop his hips from pumping. She could feel his dick quivering between her tan domes and knew he was under her complete control. One arm reached out, the other easily able to hold his weight, and grabbed some liquid body wash. She squirted some between her tits and over his cock before her arms encircled his waist again. Soon her muscular boob contractions had built up a frothing mass of bubbles surrounding his helpless cock. The slick surface of her tits soothed and excited it's length as it slid between them. Water dripping off her chin bounced off the tip as precum again began to spurt forth. Several quick tit contractions and it was all over. He again created a cum fountain, splashing her golden globes as his body spasmed, well short of the 2 minute mark.
She held his bucking body until his cock limply rested against her chest and caught his gaze in hers. "Aww, poor baby couldn't quite make it. Oh well, looks like you're mine for the rest of the night." Her arms cruelly constricted around his waist and the familiar shortness of breath overtook him. Her modified bearhug soon wore him down, his midsection no match for her inhumanly strong arms. His legs dangled uselessly as he pushed against her shoulders. A few half hearted punches to her face later, and his large body hung limp and unconscious in her grasp.
"There there, momma will clean you off again." as she lowered him back into the warm water. She wiped off all evidence of his latest sperm explosion and stepped out of the tub.
She began toweling off her hard body. She had finished her flawless skin and was about to start on her long hair when Pink loudly cleared her throat. Natasha turned in time to see a revived Volkin slip out of the tub and make a break for the door. Her powerful legs propelled her fit body after him and she was able to trip him as he entered the living room, bringing him down to his hands and knees. As she looked down at him her damp hair hung in a rope. She grabbed the end and tossed a loop around his neck. Pulling it tight she choked him. His hands flew to his neck and pulled uselessly against the unbreakable brown strands. She slowly pulled him into a more upright position and waited until his efforts became weaker and weaker until she released the hold. She stepped in front of him and placed a hand on the back of his head. Her strong hand and arm guided his face between her tits, nestling it in the valley of her cleavage. He struggled as his breathing was cut off in this sensuous hold, panic taking over. She removed her hand and used only her pecs to hold him in place, flexing an arm and feeling the muscles with the other. Large male fingers pried and clawed at her breasts, doing nothing but causing them to quake slightly and giving her pleasure when they brushed a nipple. Slowly his arms grew heavy and his hands slid down her body. They squeezed her sides, making no progress against her granite abs, and finally wrapped loosely around her trim waist. Natasha took a deep breath, causing her boobs to press out further and sealing tight, and his movements finally stopped. She released tension and his body dropped to the carpet.
The tan bombshell looked down as his once imposing figure, and then back up at her lover. "Well my grey goddess, I think he may have had enough." Pink walked up behind the smaller woman and placed her hands on her hips. Her strong hands moved up her sides, caressed her abs, and finally stopped on her tits. Slender grey fingers finally had the strength to manipulate tan boobs that Volkin hadn't, and they rolled in her palms. Natasha leaned her head back, resting it between Pinks own orbs, as the super soldier demonstrated that a woman knows what another woman wants.
Pink finally spoke, "I can feel his energy levels are almost depleted. I guess it's time that this all becomes a dream from dear Sgt Volkin."
"The first part of the night may have been a dream, but that last bit probably qualifies as a nightmare" giggled the brunette. Pink released the girl, who bent down behind the beaten Sergeant and lifted him into a full nelson. The motion revived him and he struggled weakly against the hold. Natasha tightened her muscles and he slowly calmed down as Pink stepped into his field of view. "You have performed admirably comrade, and for that I shall let you keep a vague recollection of the pleasant parts of this evening. You will probably think of it in the morning as a dream. The less pleasant aspects, at least from your point of view, will be erased. Good night comrade." His struggles resumed as a tendril extended from the grey womans forarm toward his forehead.
Natasha held him tightly as it made contact and he almost instantly ceased movement. Pink entered his mind with ease. She could feel him attempting to resist, but her telepathic training easily removed all his barriers. "Relax, sergeant, your mind is as powerless as your body to resist me. My thoughts become yours. Resistance is futile, you will bend to my will. Let the darkness come over you as I take your mind. Sleep, sergeant, sleep." His wide eyes closed as he surrendered for the final time that night. Natasha held his limp body as he entered a deep sleep and she smiled. Pink slipped on her robe and quietly carried him back to his quarters, through the deserted late night halls. When she returned Natasha was asleep on the bed, a smile across her face. Pink lay down behind her, spooning, a smile on her face as well. A tentacle shut off the light as another lightly attached to the brunettes head, "Now, let's see what you're dreaming about my dear."
The large man went down with a final right cross from Pink's chiseled arm. Her momentary satisfaction was cut short as she was struck by a million volts. She dropped to a knee as it felt like her body was on fire. She blindly swept a tentacle behind her and was rewarded with an impact and a muffled "Offff" from her unseem assailant. She rose and turned around to see a comely woman in a black unitard sprawled across several crates, trying to get up. Carbonadium lashed out, wrapping around the woman's leg. Pink swung her around, throwing her body at the man who had just gotten to his feet, knocking them both unconscious as they hit the floor and rolled before lying still. Her forearm tentacles shot out and coccooned both forms, bringing them close to her as she held them up.
Energy flowed into them and soon they returned to the conscious world. Pink set them on the floor and released them. "No permanent damage I hope comrades" she said with a grin.
"I have been hit with tank rounds that hurt less than your jab, you truly are a marvel of Soviet superiority" said the man. The woman, eye level with Pink's tits, merely commented, "I still can't believe they don't sag".
Pink laughed, "That's the miracle I'm most thankful for, I couldn't find a bra if they did."
"Alright" said the general as he approached the trio, "let's continue this in the other room as we replay the video recordings."
Crowded around the television, they watched the fight unfold. Occasionally somebody would point out a flaw in fighting style or a missed attack opportunity. "You still have a tendency to telegraph your punches, a quicker opponent may be able to avoid many of your blows." commented the man. The general made a note on his ledger and quietly told an aide to arrange a fight with a superspeed fighter for experience. The woman pointed out that electrical attacks could be foiled by taking the strike with one of Pinks back tentacles and driving another into the floor, grounding itself. This way the eletrical current would be routed through her tentacles and not her body. "Your legs are also immensely strong" noted the woman, "you should employ them more in your combat".
Pink nodded, but her mind was beginning to wander. She'd fought many of these training battles in the last several months against soldiers, assassins, superheroes, and even some robots.
She'd yet to lose.
Truth be told, she was beginning to get bored with them. The general noticed her concentration wavering and stood, "I believe that should cover everything for today." Pink thanked her two opponenets and began to leave when the general called out to her. "Make sure you rest up tonight, tomorrow we have something different planned." he grinned.
"What do you mean comrade?" replied the grey mountain of a woman.
"Tomorrow, you battle somebody who is actually trying to kill you."
Pink's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean sir?"
The man calmly walked out of the room. "Oh don't worry about it, you'll see in the morning."
In her living quarters Pink walked in to see Natasha in a sports bra and short shorts, doing pushups. She knew the woman worked hard to maintain her body, and felt a little guilty that no matter what, she herself would always look stunning. The supersoldier leaned against the couch and watched as her lover fininshed up. "97, 98, 99, 100" the young lab technician counted. She jumped to her feet and pulled her arms into a double bicept pose.
"You see, you're not the only superwoman here" she said as her eyes twinkled.
Pink looked at her, tanned skin glistening with a coating of sweat, well toned legs, trim middle with just a hint of muscle, nice rack, and angelic face.
Pink replied, "but now you're all dirty! Now I'm going to have to clean you off." She scooped up the woman and carried her to the showers. Not bothering to take off either of their clothes she walked straight into the stall and closed the door. She turned the water on cool, since the brunette had just finished her workout. Seeing the other womans nipples pop out was just a nice side effect.
Pink was still holding onto the smaller girl when Natasha wrapped her legs around Pink's waist and crossed her ankles. Natasha pulled her face close to the grey womans, "You saw I've been working on my arms, but my middle hasn't been slacking either." She then lowered her upper body until she was upside down, and began doing situps, firmly anchored to her grey lover. Pink watched in delight as abdominal muscles danced under tan skin. She could see the muscle swelling as they worked, forming small valleys where they met. The legs wrapped around her also appeared to have hardened, as Natasha's hip flexors poured on the power to hold her in place. The blonde's hands reached out and she traced her fingers over the belly in front of her. Natasha loved the feeling of Pinks hands massaging her midsection and pulled herself all the way up, wrapping her arms around Pinks neck and kissing her deeply. She released her legs and dropped to the tile floor. Taking a step back she sensuously peeled off her sports bra and shorts as pink released her own uniform. The scientists had taken measurements and found that a gap of 1/4 inch or more severely inhibited her power drain, wheter it be air or clothing. Thus she now fought in a tight fitting sleeveless top, which came down just below her breasts and leaft a generous amount of cleavage showing, and a bikini style bottom, to maximize possible skin to skin contact. Both were crimson red, with the bottoms sporting a gold hammer and sickle. Both were also currently dropping to the shower floor.
Natasha grabbed a bottle of body wash and slowly poured it over her tits. She then raised her arms over her head and clasped her hands together. "Wash me?"
Pink smiled and slowly reached out to her lover's body. A grey finger traced a line in the lavender scented body wash around the tan breasts in front of her. Her hands cupped them, and slowly built a foamy lather between them which she used to rub down the rest of the girl's increasingly firm body. Her grey hands traced all of Natasha's sun kissed skin. Pink worked her hands around Natasha's back and pulled her close as she continued rubbing her body. Her strong fingers caressed the buns of steel her partner worked so hard at for her. She gave them a squeeze and felt her lover jump a bit. Taking a step back she gently placed a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder and spun her around. She pulled her against her body and began rubbing a slick, soapy hand over the girls budding 6 pack. She felt Natasha begin working her abs, tightening them so Pink could feel her progress. The supersoldier traced a finger around the tan belly button, leaving a bubbly trail. Then it moved lower, and lightly brushed the Russian girl's clit.
The body in her grasp inhaled sharply and released a light moan. Pink couldn't see it, but Natasha's eyes were shut tightly. She could feel the weaker woman's hips begin lightly thrusting. Her fingers soon began a constant manipulation of the tan nether region. From fondling the clit to plunging into the woman, Pink soon had her gasping for breath.
Tentacles extended from Pink's back, reaching for the shower floor. One stopped briefly to raise the water temperature. Soon they had anchored themselves and Pink leaned backwards, taking Natasha with her. The girl faintly became aware that her feet were no longer on the ground, but didn't care. Pink stopped when her back was parallel to the shower floor, their bodies supported by the carbonadium tubes. Tan skin slid over it's soap lubed grey counterpart until the brunette's head was nestled gently between Pink's enormous boobs. The blonde's other hand began to work on the tan domes decorating her lovers chest. After several minutes the girl shuddered and came.
The warm water soon washed away all evidence and the girls panting was the only reminder. Pink sat up and held the exhausted lab tech. She turned her so they were facing and wrapped the woman's legs around her waist. Leaning the woman back, she dropped her cherry red lips to the inviting mammaries in front of her. They engulfed one of the nipples, sucking, as her tongue darted out to trace it. She enjoyed the sensation, feeling the different textures of skin with her tongue. She buried her face between the mounds, feeling their warmth surround her. Pink formed her familiar cock tentacle. One hand reached under the girl's ass and raised her several inches. The other surrounded her own metallic phallus. She soaped it up and gave several pumps. The artificial nerves worked wonderfully. Pink loved to feel it's length, running a nail from base to tip, feeling the slick vibration whenever her nail moved from where one carbonadium section joined another.
Slowly she lowered her lover onto it's length. The girl gasped. "You're insatiable!" she cooed.
The grey amazon replied "Guilty as charged" as she lowered her face back to her partners tits and her hips found the age old rhythmn.
To be continued soon....