Beaten...

After a long fight, I'm back. I waded through over 100 fighters as they swarmed me like angry bees. Their energy weapons nothing but an annoyance, I made quick work of them as a whole. The mothership was an entirely different story. I was charged up from the ergs of energy I had absorbed. My confidence was high, but unfounded.

I reeled in pain as the massive ship's main weapon surrounded me in a column of energy. My vision went white. Once they let up, I was seeing stars. I should have played dead. They hit me again with what felt like a bigger charge. I was sent spiralling into space where I have been the last couple of days regaining my strength. I don't remember much after getting blasted, however. I found myself imbedded into an asteroid that had been blown off course by my body. It took a day to get back and I was weak. I've never been hit so hard in my short superhero life.

I realized I couldn't do this on my own. I sought Her out. I asked the most powerful woman that ever lived. She was our only chance, and I knew it. Weakened I fell to her balcony. She came out in a huff, as always. her face seemed to soften a bit when she saw me. I smiled as best as I could, and said, "Hi, honey. I'm home."

I fell unconscious at her feet after that.

Take cover?

I followed the trail to it's source as a slowly gained on it. I could have closed the distance much more quickly, but I wanted to see where it was going in such a hurry. Once within the astroid field, the tiny craft, no bigger than an Earth fighter, began maneuvering around the drifting rocks. It seemed to be trying to lose me.

I allowed it to think it lost me. I wanted it to lead me to where it was going. I figured if it knew I was there, it would avoid taking me.

Being a superbeing, I've seen amazing things. Things that have yet to be discovered by man, as it were. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw lumbering through space hours ago. To give me a sense of it's immense size, the tiny scout ship flew toward it getting smaller and smaller until it docked itself in one of the shiny dots scattered about it's surface.

Of course, I returned to let the proper authorities know and I got the "crazy" look from more than one so called expert. (Yes, I put my uniform on.) Seeing that I was a bit frustrated, they provided me a special camera to take a picture.

Over the next couple of days, I'm going to be busy getting together a plan for their arrival. I recommend you do the same. I still have no idea what they have in mind, but being that I was attacked not all that long ago, it can't be good.

I'll report as soon as I'm able.

Time to relax...

That was amazing. I've never been so taken. My whole body is tingling. I still have goosebumps. Are you as turned on as me? As much as you can be, right? You are only human.

After She made me work up a good sweat, I did the only thing a girl like me should do. I took a nice long bubble bath. I was flying so high I needed to come down a bit! I just wish I could make you understand. The experience would simply make you catatonic, however. I'm sure it would. Even I had trouble gathering myself afterwards.

She was right. She's like a drug. I'm an addict, and She's the drug I can't get enough of. I love the power She has over me. It frightens me and excites all at once. Oh...I miss Her already.

I am a bit miffed that She took off and ignored me. I flipped Her the bird, but don't tell Her that. I can't stay mad, though. Who could stay mad at someone that cute?!

Later that night, floating over my bed naked and warm, I thought about Her. I started to do more than just think about her, but then my eyes caught soemthing. Just a glimmer, but it was there. Far away. Then it was gone. I brought myself upright and drifted out above my balcony. I must have looked like a naked fairy floating about like that. I felt her residual power moving through me. So powerful was She that She can't help but leave her essence within me. She overflows into me. I used it to look closer. I saw a trail and decided to follow it...

Lady in waiting

Watching Zara touch Her was really starting to get to me. I never thought I'd be jealous, but I was. I was insanely jealous! She let her touch Her perfect body, and I had to babysit. Needless to say, I was a bit aggrevated. I stripped off my tiny bikini. (It was smaller than you probably imagine.) Then I looked at Duane with a smug, distainful look. He was about to get the show of his life, but at the moment I couldn't care less.

I laid on my bed naked and thought about Her golden perfect skin. I thought about her skin and the way the lines of her body flowed like the fastest supercar. Every word uttered from her mouth was beautiful. The simple way she moved made me want her. What had she done to me? I have to be honest, I don't care. It's the happiest I've been in my life. I want her always and forever. I want all that she is.

My body shuddered on my bed. I kept myself tight so as to keep the building intact. My motion and voice was far too much for Duane, apparently. Not surprising. You wouldn't have faired any better. You want me. I can feel all of you. Too bad. I'm for Her and for Her only.

Please come to me...

I have to give it to the little man. He is persistent.

He kept watching me while I watched Her get worked over by Zara. I guess he thought I couldn't hear him rustling about. I appeared at the door simling smugly down at him after he slammed into me. I pointed to his corner while he nursed his shoulder. Reluctantly, he crawled back. I casually lofted by him as he got to his feet.

"Try again later, maybe I'll fall asleep or something. It has been a couple months." I lounged back on an invisible couch. "Then again, I'm not so tired."

I snickered as plopped down at the dining room table.

I took my perch back out on the balcony to see what had happened. My mouth dropped at what I'd seen. The vortex was gone. The utterly astounding thing about that was She was still there! Did anyone notice that She said it was black inside? Can you put two-and-two together? Here's a hint. Blackhole. Getting the picture?

I heard Duane stir in his chair. This was probably because I was moaning and writhing myself. As Her nipples hardened, so to did mine. I couldn't help myself. The things She could do brought me to my knees at times. She does it with so much grace and ease. The shell collapsed and so did I. What happened after to Zara after that, I'm not sure. All I knew was that I needed Her with me. It was all I cared about.

I whispered in hopes She would hear me. "Please come take me..."

Control

So here I had Duane. For some strange reason, some of you actually wanted to know what happened to this idiot while he was in my custody. Well, he faired okay, but only by my own force of will. This guy is the definition of scumbag. Plus, he's the dumbest smart guy ever.

"You like her don't you?"

"Shut up, Duane, " I ordered. I looked up from my reading to see how She was faring. I'm started to actually regret sending Zara. She'd come a long way since I last remembered her. No more simlpe tricks. She might have actually killed Her. I should have know that a Goddess couldn't be defeated, however. Zara, though she did well, was out of her league, just as I was.

"You do, though, right? I mean, I put two and two together when I kept losing control of Blogger. It was apparent that her feeling for you was very primal. She doesn't love you, you know. It's purely sexual."

"It's a wonder that you survived this long, Duane. You have to be the luckiest man on the planet. If you'd done that to me, you probably wouldn't be here right now. I'd keep your mouth shut before something bad happens," I told him matter-of-factly.

"This is about control, dear. She has it, you don't."

I appeared in front of him topless. I let my breasts pass in front of his face as I spoke.

"Do you really think control is only in the hands of the strongest? You understand very little, Duane. You know nothing of power. Unlike me, you are the powerless."

My nipple hovered mere inches from his lips. I could smell is disgusting sweat and feel his panting against my skin. His body shook.

"You never had her, Duane. You never will. She and I are so much more than you. You are weak and small."

I increased my skin's temperature drastically. As my skin started glowing Duane panicked. The heat became unbearable for him and he flattened himself against the wall in an attempt to get away from me. Despite the pain, he couldn't contain himself. I stood over him as he fell to one side and curled into a ball on the floor.

"So very, very small," I said.

Like I said, he made it out fine. Gave him a slight tan, but nothing he can't recover from. When Blogger came to get him, though... Well, that was fun. Too much fun.

Some of you don't approve. That's too bad. I'm tired of taking in criminals to allow the justice system to fail once again and let them out into the streets. I should have killed him myself, but watching her do it...well...She's more creative.

I untied him and told him he was free to leave, if thinks he can. I giggled as his eyes darted about the room, yet he remained still.

"This is control. A lesson I'm sure you won't soon forget."

I think my point was made. I'll let Her fill you in on the rest. Let's just say, I was dressed for the occasion when She showed up.

Speaking of weird

When I was with the league we had our share of alien visitors. Some were friendly and with those we traded technology such as the uniform I wear or the laser weapon Blogger enjoyed a while back. Others were plain rude and we, or I, promptly showed them "the door". They always made their intentions clear, hoever. You simply don't travel lightyears through space to just simply get chased off so easily.

A day ago I noticed something through my skylight. It was a quick glint, but enough to catch my attention and zoom in on it. (Still getting used to the boosts I get, I was able to make out quite a bit more than I needed very quickly.) Without knowing their intention I decided to make my way out to meet them. In seconds I was shooting through the clouds once again. I've always loved flying!

My enjoyment was cut short when light lanced passed my shoulder. I felt the heat of it as it passed and realized that our visitor was not of the friendly type. I thought it a bit strange that it was such a small vessel, not much bigger than an jet fighter, was out all alone, but I made sure they got the message.

To make a point, I allowed it to fire into my body. Several beams splashed over me. The heat wasn't uncomfortable, the tingling wasn't unpleasant. It left me buzzing all over. I surpressed a giggle as I watched it turn tail and run at surprising, but not difficult speed. Catching up, I flew up beside it and noticed there was no cockpit or window or anything.

"Well, if it's robotic, then it won't hurt to do this." I spoke to myself. It's thrusters pushed to compensate for it's immediate stop, but it was under my notice. I gathered the ship smaller and smaller into my hands. The metal was tougher than I've encountered on Earth, but then nothing much is hard to do on Earth. It gave just like every other compound has under my grip. I compressed it as much as my strength would allow me and launched it into the sun. I dusted my hands off brickly and looked about.

After a few minutes darting around the Solar System, I was under the impression that the small annoyance wasn't really missed. Besides, things between Zara and Blogger were getting interesting!

I'll keep an eye out. A small part of me doesn't feel right about that ship. What do you think?

Nothing extremely exciting to report here. Typical supergirl stuff today. Saved people from a burning building, stopped a train from destroying a car full of people who had no sense to get out, stopped about 7 bank robberies, and did some shopping at Old Navy. I found these really cute shorts! *Sigh* God, my life is boring. Well, unless I'm aroudn someone special. Speaking of which...

Apparently, SOMEONE decided to visit a lab today. The same lab who developed my new uniform. Really, what was the point of that? I could have told you that you'd be able to tear it. I can darn near tear it. It's main purpose, however, is friction/heat resistance. It's not likely I'm going to be walking around tearing it off. DUH!

It seems my girlfriend Zara from the old League has made her presence known. I hope this plays out well. I'll be around to make sure Blogger doesn't get too out of hand. Call it morbid curiousity, but I have to know if this what could stop her. If not. Then it's worse than I realized, and it was bad to begin with.

Wait...what is that...?

The race...

This is what I saw as she took her "detour". Her increase in speed tore the rest of her clothes away. I couldn't believe it. Of course, after that never saw her. If it were any other metahuman, I'd say "okay", but this is Blogger. She cheated. Her north route in South America is clearly to cut time. She cheated, plain and simple. I really think that I deserve a rematch. Or at least be able to time her around the real course. I wonder how long she actually waited for me?

Also, I wasn't THAT out of breath. I wasn't! Blogger exaggerates.

She also shows off. GEEZ, she such a show off! I like it, however, I wish she'd do it more! I wish she'd be with me more. Her body is perfect against mine. Her body feels solid and her skin is perfect. So hard, yet so wondrfully soft. I can smell her and it makes me hunger for her. Her tongue knows exactly how much pressure works. I wonder if she's reading my mind when she does the things she does to me. She is a Goddess, but I've told you this. Time to pit Goddess against magic.

Time to hire the magic girl. This has gone too far. I already knew she was powerful, but I gave it all I had today. She looked like she could do it a couple more times. Why do I feel reluctant?

Deep sea diving is the best!

First, before I get to the race, I promised you guys I would tell you about my swimming trip. Let me tell you, it was wonderful. I knew about the Challenger trench awhile back and had been wanting to visit, but hadn't had time. Dealing with the Blogger can be a fulltime job. Now I wish it was a fulltime job.

I started from our west coast and decided to fly the distance. I was ready to get started! Once I was over where it should be, I let my body drop the 40,000+ feet from the clouds hitting the water naked as when I left California. My body sliced through the water and I chose to use my swimming skills to propel me through at incredible speeds. (I used to be a swimmer, dontcha know?) Of course, I was moving at speed that no man-made machine could reach simply kicking my legs. Eventually, I was the trench below me. It was such an incredible sight. If not for my eyesite, I wouldn't have been able to see the edges so far apart.

I noticed a submersible had the same idea as me. Although it had been done many years ago, another group of scientists wanted to make the trip. I noticed them looking at me right away and approached their vessel smiling. I think nerds are cute, so I didn't mind letting them have a full show of me as I swam by them. Waving, I disappeared into the depth of the trench unaided, unlike them.

At over 16,000 lbs per square inch, it's not very uncomfortable. Once at the bottom, I sat for awhile thinking of my race with Blogger coming up. I was there for most of day. She may be more powerful, but foot racing is totally different. Maybe I can beat her at this.

Big Event!

Hiya! I'm not going to post too much tonight like I had originally planned to do. I need my rest. Got a big race this weekend. Since you'll never get a glimpse of us, I'll have to let Blogger fill you in on the details over the next couple of days. I can't wait!

Sometimes a good swim is a great way to get away for a bit. I'll let you know how that went tomorrow night.

I hope everyone is doing as well as me! (Though that's technically impossible even on my bad days.) Since letting the world know how I feel, things have been so much better. I've been thinking since then and something occured to me. I must be the most gorgeous woman on the planet, next to Blogger. I mean, if someone that beautiful can see me that way, it must be true. Unfortunately, you'll never know how that feels. You can't compare to me in any way really.

She makes my whole body tingle when she looks at me. I can almost taste her hunger for me. She is a goddess. There really is no denying this fact. Of course, I'll eventually have to find a way to destroy her, but right now, I'm enjoying the attention from such a divine being.

She has a weakness somewhere. She has to. No one is completely unstoppable. Maybe magic is the key...

In love with the enemy...

You know, I was impressed at first. I can't make it but a few miles inside Jupiter. I know it's wierd that I'm being so neurotic about this, but if you think about it, it's a good "measure" of her level of power. However, I don't even think she realizes what she accomplished. I've done some research and called a couple of people. I use the term people loosely.

First, Blogger's calculations were off. It's 483.7 million miles away. How fast did she say she made the trip? Not impressed yet? The pressure is more than 70 million times. Try 100 million times. Those hydrogen clouds are the result of that pressure. So great is it that the hydrgen molecules are squeezed into their seperate atomical parts. The left over protons are the solid peices. Still not impressed? How about the heat? 57,000 degrees F. That's more than the surface of the Sun, people. Last, but not least, she mentioned flying away from the monster planet. I had trouble. It took some effort. I remembered getting worried I'd done something stupid, but I made it, barely. Escape velocity is 135,000 miles an hour. Getting to that speed is another story.

Maybe she is a Goddess...maybe. She certainly has control over me lately. Her power was made ever more apparent when she handle an Arion Prime like he was a normal man. I felt it again when she pinned me down. I liked it, though. I wanted her to force me. I craved her taste and her smell. She is more perfect and more powerful than me and I love her for it. I love her! I love her!

There I said it.

This is why I'm always trying to stop her. I can't let her do this to me.

(Talk about a screwed up relationship.)

Army PT? Too easy!

You'll notice on your right a destroyed Abrams ( I think) tank. I'm showing you this because I want you to get a good visual of what our own military's weapons can do. From what the boys tell me, this mechanical monster has some of the best armor on the planet. Yet, under assault from our own tanks, well, you see the result.

I love our men in uniform. I love what they do. I really believe they are true heroes. So, i like to treat them every now and again to an exhibition, or show! This time, I elected to be a target at their range! I can't tell you how much fun that was. They were so nice. They were always professional. Plus, they think I'm sexy. Hehe! Of course, I was aware of this, but it's good to hear sometimes.

I have to tell you, I'm still impressed at what these things can do. Imagine me a little speck of a girl on the horizon. Despite that, they managed to hit me square pretty much every time. (Plus, I got to test out the new uniform. It did great!) Unlike the picture on the bottom, you can see what effect it had on me above it. Nadda. Nothing. (Wow. I look like that! Yummy!) It's always interesting to see how things impact against me. Some grazed away off my shoulder or the upper curve of my breast. Others spattered against my body. I was told later it was something called depleted uranium. Sounds harmless, really, but it was messy. I had to clean it all off when we were done.

It's funny the kind of sound they make on impact. My skin isn't exceptionally hard to the touch. It's very soft and silky. Good genes, you know? However, when those tank rounds impacted my stomach, it was more like a...well...a CLANK! The ones that hit softer areas were more of a...umm...like a THAP! I got curious and had them hitting different places to hear the different sounds they made. I was having too much fun!

Actually, it was a really nice massage. I even turned around to let them get my shoulders for a bit. I've been so tense lately. Needless to say, they all "qualified" just fine. When the firing was done, I wowed them all with a tank workout. I always stretch before a workout, though. They seemed to like that a lot.

I started with simple chest flies, a tank in each hand. I was reluctant at first. Getting a good grip meant digging into the armor, but they insisted it could be fixed. I layed myself back against the tarmac and lazily brought them up and down. I got a bit bored eventually and started lifting them so quickly a local wind stirred up. A pump wasn't to be had, so I put them down. To show them how hard my chest could be, I "autographed" them with an imprint of my tits. Each topped with their own little nipple.

Next was seated row. Two tanks pulling on each arm attached to large chains. They were really impressed when I switched to one arm rows with all four. We had to stop because their tread was digging up too much ground while I was pulling them to me. They offered using the whole company, but I laughed and told them it wouldn't make much difference. I thanked them for their offer, though. I'm a polite girl!

With chest and back done with, I decided on a REAL military press. Since I couldn't stack them, it ended up being pretty light. As you might expect, I went to one arm presses. I tossed it a few times just get an applause. One soldier mentioned how seemed like a 70 ton pillow. That's about right, I guess. I wasn't really paying attention. The cowd went quite when tossed it through the clouds. I had to go fetch it when I noticed the head soldier-man getting red-faced.

Arms were next. Arm curls with one tank in each hand. Overhead triceps with them as well. Still too easy. I even managed some wrist curls before I stopped.

I would have done legs, but they simply didn't have enough weight there.

I left them by blowing them a kiss that had them all sliding about the ammo pad. They were good sports, though.

All in all, I had a blast. Thanks, guys! I love you bunches!!! Mwah!

Sorry guys

For some reason the blog is being difficult about pictures. I simply can't explain what happened effectively without pictures. I'll try again tomorrow. For a teaser, the military was...heavily involved. Hehe. Goodnight!