When it dawned on me that I had the ability to influence their thoughts and emotions I was stunned.
Was there anything I could not do?
Standing up I checked myself over. I was absolutely brimming with power. Looking into the mirror I saw nothing short of physical perfection and beauty staring back at me. My long black hair was glistening and looked so alive. My eyes were radiant and clear. My skin had taken on a healthy glow and felt like silk under my fingers. It was absolutely flawless. The most shocking thing was my breasts. They had become utterly firm perfect “D” cups. They stood so proud and looked amazing on my fit and curvy body. The muscle definition was present, but in a very feminine way. Turning slightly I saw my ass was a full popped in an almost hypnotic way.
Every trace of cum and pussy juice had been absorbed into me. I could only shake my head in amazement.
This was all so much to try and comprehend. What the hell was I? I knew that I was way past being anything a normal human could be. The idea of being some kind of super human was the only thing I could think of. Nothing about me was common anymore. Musing on what to do with my life once again began to occupy my mind.
It was time to take a walk and just think. I put on a pair of my dance shorts, a tight athletic top and my cross trainers. Since my hair looked like it was going to behave no matter what I did I decided to forgo a pony tail and just let it hang in its natural state.
After grabbing some money off my desk I headed out. It was the kind of walk where you are so absorbed with you thoughts you don’t even notice your surroundings. Daytime had given way to evening and that was when I was brought back to reality.
It was the sound of a woman screaming that drew e back into the real world and ended my musing.
I stopped walking and looked around trying to figure out where it had come from. When I heard the painful scream again it was cut off unnaturally. Not soon enough though, for I knew exactly what direction it had come from.
It was coming from a house at the end of the block. As I ran toward it I noted it was a large home, with white siding and two floors. It had seen better days and looked a bit run down. A crappy old blue minivan was parked in the driveway. The front lawn had a neglected look, with patches of brown and weeds growing in it.
Somehow I just knew that the scream had come from the second floor and without any conscious thought I leaped into the tree. I noted the open window on the second floor and dove through it without any hesitation. My landing was pure grace as I tucked and rolled coming to my feet.
I could hear pitiful whimpering sounds coming from a bedroom door that was half open directly ahead of me.
Running into the room it only took me a split second to see what was happening.
On the queen size bed in the large room was a woman. She had a large bruise on her left cheek, blood coming from her mouth, and her right eye was swollen shut. Her upper body was exposed by the ripped t-shirt she had been wearing. Her lower body was totally naked and between her splayed thighs was a man.
He was fucking her hard and had his hands on her throat, choking her. His jeans were around his knees and his upper body was covered by a black leather jacket. The expression on his face was obscured by his back ski mask.
Two more men stood by the bed watching him rape the woman. They had their pants open and were stroking their hard cocks as they took in the scene.
“That’s it man… rape that bitch… make the whore scream man!” one of them yelled out in encouragement to the rapist.
The second man added his two cents saying “Fuck yeah… lets ruin this cunt. I’m know her ass is gonna be so sweet.”
I was not prepared for the sheer anger I felt at this rape. It should definitely piss my off, but all I saw was red.
“You fuckers!!!” I screamed and attacked the closest man with a step side kick, hitting him as hard as I could in the centre of his chest. He flew backwards and right through the bedroom window. No sound was made by him other than the “OMPH!!!” of his breath being crushed out of him by the kick.
The second watcher’s eyes flew open as I stepped into his space. I grabbed him by the throat with one hand and his exposed balls with the other. Lifting him upward, and twisting in a 180 degree arc I launched him through the air.
He slammed in the wall by the door. His upside down body cracking the plaster and breaking the boards under it. He dropped to the floor in a shower of plaster dust and blood.
The rapist had turned his head to face me and was trying to get up. That’s a little hard to do with your cock inside a rape victim and yours pants around your knees. He realized that just a little too late.
Reaching out with my left hand I seized his ankle and yanked hard. I heard the bones break and felt his Achilles tendon shred as I jerked him off of her and he flew back, slamming into the dresser.
I could see she was barely conscious, whimpering slightly, and was writhing in pain.
Walking over to the window I looked outside and saw that the man was laying on the ground face down. He was not moving at all and his left leg was skewed at an angle that clearly indicated a broken femur.
The man who had hit the wall was completely still and had blood coming out of his eyes, ears, and nose. It was no longer flowing out, somehow I registered that bleeding stops if the heart is not beating.
A dull groan from the rapist by the dresser drew my attention. He was fumbling around inside his jacket with one of his hands. Weakly his hand emerged with a .45 calibre handgun. He was shaking so bad I doubted he would be able to aim it.
As I walked toward him I heard him croak out “You’re fucking dead cunt.”
Using my foot I stepped down on the hand holding the gun and pressed it into the floor. The sound of his bones cracking and breaking under my foot was slightly sickening.
Having eliminated the gun threat I reached down and grabbed him by the neck. I lifted him as easily as a feather. His feet feebly trying to kick at me, not even making contact.
“You sick fuck.” I growled at him as I slowly began to tighten my grip. I was watching his eyes bulge when I heard a shout from the door.
“What the fuck!!! Lets him go bitch!” A man yelled at me.
Looking at the doorway I saw another ski mask wearing assailant standing there. What caused me concern was the double barrelled shot gun he had pointed at me. Without hesitation I threw the rapist at him. As I began moving to the side he looked like he was moving in slow motion.
I had already turned toward him when the blast went off. His shots slamming into his rapist friend’s back just before his body slammed into him. Both men flew backward into the hall landing in a heap.
The shooter had just open his eyes as I pulled his friend off him with one hand and grabbed him by the throat with the other. He may have been dazed by the impact, but he grabbed my arm and punched my face with his other hand.
Without hesitation I slammed him into the wall to my right, and then to the left. His resistance went out of him and he just hung there, weakly trying to pull at the hand I was holding his throat by.