DPS - A Long Hiatus (Patreon)

A Long Hiatus

“What the FUCK!” Dana doomscrolled on her phone, swiping the screen with her long finger. “Why hasn’t Hominy posted any GTA!?” The urge to crush her handheld out of frustration in the palm of her hand was tempting, but she was kind of partial to hers. Sure, she could just steal a phone from anyone on the street at super speed without them noticing. She could take it right out of their hands, and all they would know was that they were hit by a gust of wind carrying her unique, fragrant, irresistible scent. Or she could pickpocket someone with such extreme precision, it wouldn’t matter how secure or how protected her target was holding it.

Or she could hypnotize someone with her tits and her glowing green eyes. Even Dana herself would get captured by the deep, swirling green of her large, captivating eyes, standing tall, long legs fully extended in front of her full body length mirror, looking into her own eyes as she orgasmed. Even she hadn’t told anyone about her habit of getting off to the sight of herself getting off. For all of her haughty smugness and literal superiority over everything around her, there was something even Dana kept hidden.

But why should she take it surreptitiously? Why should she sneak around, even if she had the ability to travel at the speed of light and the precision to manipulate objects down to the size of an atom? Why mentally dominate someone, leaving their mind a gaping void that she could fill and command as she pleased? Why not just lift them by the throat, watch them kick their feet helplessly against her long, smooth, perfectly contoured legs, letting her victims bruise themselves through their thick boots while her thighs and shins remained utterly perfect and unharmed? A tiny squeeze of her fingers would snap their neck, and she could take their phone for herself. Or she could casually flick her wrist upward and release the unbreakable grip of her sexy fingers, flinging her victim upwards to burn up in the atmosphere. Or, flick them under the chin with her pinky and leave them a gory mess. OR...

The cruel red-headed superhuman supergirl plunged her makeshift metal dildo in and out of her harder than diamond cunt. Her sex toy had originally been a beam of steel, created by human ingenuity over centuries of developing technology, before being so casually molded and squished between her fingers and palms as if it were as insubstantial as air. Dana simply pinched the edge of one of the metal pleats in between her fingers, lifted it up into the air with the most resistance that it could possibly muster, and then brought her other hand to the beam and began crushing it in her sexy hands. Inch by inch, she compressed the alloy to a density that it could never dream of, and certainly not by the hands of some nubile superhuman teen. The beam shrunk down until it no longer resembled anything from a construction site—the dull silver sheen now glowed with heat, unevenly and imperfectly shaped by Dana’s impromptu crunching. She gripped the asymmetrical object by its base, not bothering to flare the bottom tip of it as most sex toys did. What would be the point? No object could ever get stuck in her perfect body. She could always crush it in her ass, or between her impossibly powerful vaginal walls, melting the object, and letting it drip out of her invulnerable holes.

So with her fingers encircling the base of the would-be dildo, Dana brought her other hand to similarly wrap around the steel toy, and then, with a single upward pass, molded the steel into a perfect cylinder. Creating the ridged dome at the end was no challenge for her, naturally. A tiny adjustment of her fingers, an infinitesimally small amount of pressure caused the slightly molten metal to bulge outward. Then, releasing that pressure, her hands smoothed over the rest of the shape, pinching off the dome perfectly. She could have used her fingernail to put a slit into the tip, but it would be more for form than function.

Unfortunately, working with the metal using her brutal strength made it floppy. And Dana knew from experience that exhaling her cold superbreath on it would cause the metal to become misshapen and crack... not that it would matter after she inserted it into herself. But she liked having a nice collection of proper-looking dildos on her bedroom shelf. So her bare feet left the ground, those beautiful arches lifting up from the heels, her toes being the last thing to remain touching the earth before demonstrating that gravity was entirely optional to her.

Dana floated through the air fast enough to make a jet airliner jealous, but not so fast that her little sex toy would deform from the force of the wind pushing against it. Arriving at a beach of the Pacific Ocean, she forgot to remove her clothes before floating directly into the water, carving through the rocky surf as easily as she’d flown through air. The toy in her hand sizzled and sent up a plume of steam into the moonlit night, the air hazy as the lunar glow danced off the waves. Dana kept her large, luminescent green eyes open under the salty brine. The supernatural green glow lit the dark waters around her as if her eyes were twin stars submerged in the dark blanket of the cosmos. She enjoyed seeing everything with perfect clarity—the ocean’s waves, the faint glow of her sex toy, the steam rising toward the heavens.

Without any perceptible twitch of her long arms or longer legs, Dana rose back out of the water and into the air. Her metal dildo was still warm to the touch, but would hold its shape now. The water slicked right off of her perfect unblemished skin and deep copper hair like droplets off a duck’s back. The extra weight of her wet t-shirt and thigh high shorts didn’t slow her down, but Dana found it unacceptable that her clothes should be dripping wet while her body was pristine. A downward glance, a swelling of power just behind her eyes, and her irises turned a pure opaque white, channeling a tiny, insignificant amount of her heat vision in the form of thin white beams that danced over her clothing. It left her garments dry and crispy, instead of a plume of ash, or even more, utterly disintegrated, erased from existence.

Soaring back to the construction site, Dana repeated the process, squashing every single 2x4 steel beam into her own personalized dildo. But instead of flying out to the ocean personally, she tossed each and every phallic object like a javelin, only much more casually and with far more effect. Her projectiles flew like guided missiles, splashing into the salty brine, the explosion not made of warheads and flying shrapnel, but a perfect drop into the ocean followed by sizzling steam.

Soon, a total of 10 steel beams had been transformed into 10 more or less identical dildos were sinking toward the bottom of the ocean. Dana once again went from standing barefoot in a construction site, blurring and removing her clothes at superspeed this time, to airborne and nude and above the water in a few moments. Her luscious curves dipped toes first into the water without barely a splash.

She could have remained in a standing position, swerving around unnaturally underneath the ocean, but she instead jackknifed and “swam” with her arms forward and out, head first. Still, Dana didn’t move her lascivious body at all, no arm strokes or kicks with those endlessly long legs. She propelled forward like a torpedo, powered merely by her flight powers, moving silently and faster than even the ocean’s apex predators. She was the apex predator, on land and sea.

They had all reached different depths, but the so-called crushing pressure of the ocean didn’t compress Dana’s body one bit. Not her carved-out-of-marble bubble butt, perfectly curved and protruding, a glorious crown above those sexy limbs she called her legs, and it certainly couldn’t compress her “softer” breasts. If any radar could actually follow her movement, those jutting breasts probably would have shown up as two separate objects, so large and protruding so arrogantly far ahead of the rest of her superhuman body.

One by one she deftly swept up her dildos, wrapping up 5 per willowy arm and pinning it against her lithe body. The main challenge was not squashing the metal flat should she so much as twitch, but Dana’s control was perfect if she wanted.

Ten dildo trophies in tow, Dana flew home, horny and eagerly awaiting the next chapter of Gratuitous Tits n Ass from HominyMartian.

A week passed with no post. Dana ground her teeth in frustration. How was she supposed to bust a nut without reading about the way GTA humiliated and tortured people with her super strength, super speed, and mind control? GTA fulfilled Dana’s fantasies of killing people with absolutely no consequence. The way Gina made people aroused with a simple command, the way she effortlessly seduced and used both men and women just by flaunting her breasts, the way she could store things, objects or people, within her infinite cleavage...

Dana scowled and revisited old stories and posts as she crushed a metal dildo inside of her pussy. The steel screamed, its cries muffled by the hot, wet depths of her inner coils as they collapsed under the immense pressure of Dana’s cunt. She could have exerted a force greater than the depths of a dying star, but she held back, squeezing her sex toy into the thickness of a dinner plate.

Using her fingers to flick her pulsing clit with enough force to shatter stone, her other hand groped at her huge breast as she orgasmed, dreaming about killing HominyMartian for the lack of updates of her favorite story...