EMMA- CHPT 4 Emma was beginning to realise just how damn big the world was. Her initial plan of finding the Middle-East and using her new god-like powers to cease the current crisis there had a simple flaw. And it was the size of the Earth that thwarted, if only temporarily, her self-appointed task. Where was the Middle-East? She flew at speeds undreamed of by conventional aircraft, leaving wide trails of tremendous turbulence behind her and playing havoc with the worlds weather. But as she darted around the European continent it soon became clear that she would need directions. George was a simple man. His whole life he had spent working on his families farm, and it never occured to him, ever, that life could be better. He had a loving wife, a fine brood of children and so much to do he was never bored or idle. But today saw the usually calm and steady Goerge kicking his tractor in anger. he felt it safe to curse out here in fields, far from the sensitive ears of his children. The thing if it was that it was such a stupid and easily avoidable predicament he found himself in. He knew very well that the ditch had been there, and that he had gotten two of his older sons to fill it. But of course the ground would be soft, he should have known that. It had only been a few months, and the freshly filled ditch would need much longer to firm up. Too late now. The old Kubota tractor was well and truly bogged. The large chunky tyre was deeply buried in sloshy mud, and it would seem that George had a long walk ahead of him. This was a big farm, and George was in the furthest field from the equipment shed. He kicked the stuck tyre once more, swore again, and started off to get the other tractor. If he had of looked up he would have seen something very strange. Emma floated down, having heard a man call out in what seemed to be a cry of frustration. Someone in need of help, she surmised. And who better to help than a new superhero? She got there just as the man was leaving the site of his trouble. The flying girl was careful to land behind him, but if had of looked up at the wrong moment she would have been spotted for sure. Looking at the bogged tractor, Emma reached out her hand to lift the rear of the machine out of the mud with sloshy 'thuck' sound. It was astoundingly light, and Emma found that she could heft the entire vehicle over her head. With a smile, her feet left the ground and she gently hovered over the farmers head and landed in his path. She didn't care if she saw him fly anymore. She wanted to show someone how strong she was. "Here you go," she told him, putting the reliable old thing down on the road. "Wha..." he took a fearful step backward. "What the.." "Don't worry," Emma reasured him. "I came to help you. Maybe you could help me in return." "What are you?" Emma didn't like that question much. "You mean 'who', don't you? Anyway, I'm looking for the Middle-East. Which way is that?" He hesitated as he considered this strange question. "Which country?" "Saddam Heisen's place." "I don't really know." Emma shook her head. "Come on. I hellped you. You gotta do something to repay me." "Go East," he suggested. Emma realised that this man was terrified. He was physically shaking. Like every other man she had confronted since her transformation, he also had a raging erection. "Really." She crossed her arms and looked him up and down. She couldn't help but notice something about George that most other women in the region ached for. The man had the endowment of on ox. "That's not really helpful to me. You'll have to do something else to repay me." "But.." "Wait a minute, let me think." She made a show of considering some unknown other options. "I know!" George saw her eyes focus on his crotch, and knew what she wanted. George was used to such attention, but he was usually able to control situations like this. "You could do me a really big favour, my friend." She stepped toward him, her eyes sparkling with growing arousal. There something about this over-sized man that disarmed her. He was so big and strong, yet she clearly sensed an air of innocense about him. "No...I'm married..." "But I can tell you want to," Emma told him, stopping with her well-developed chest inches from his lowered eyes. She reached out to brush her hand over the tip of his erection. "What's this?" "Oh I want to..So very much...but my wife.." "Will never know." Emma looked deep into his eyes, and slipped her hand up to undo her top and reveal her perfect, firm young breasts. George snapped. For the first time ever in his life, with exception of with his wife..who was an amazing woman herself...he found himself unable to surpress his sexual hunger. In the back of his mind he remembered making love early that morning with his partner, but his recently doused fire had been fuelled anew. With nitro. He took this excessively gorgeous stranger in his arms, and tried instinctively to lay her down on the road, his face buried between her breasts. But he was soon frustrated with his efforts, his work-hardened body was ineffective against this subtle girl. He put his back into it, whipping out his member. "Okay George," Emma whispered, "I'm all yours." Emma relaxed her body, and allowed George to have his way with her. Moving with him, allowing him to caress and manipulate her hungry body, Emma experienced sex for the first time. George released everything. He was really going for it, and once he penetrated her he began thrusting with force he would never dream of using on his much more fragile wife. Closeing her eyes, Emma felt herself swept away in a tidal wave of pleasure as his rythmic lunging inside her brought her closer to orgasm. Her first ograsm came, and she was very impressed as it overwhelmed her. Her body released the biggest single discharge of pure sexual energy the world had ever seen. Everyone with a hundred or so miles fell to their knees as Emma cried out with pleasure, their bodies reacting to Emma's powerful orgasm. Poor old George had the biggest ejaculation he'd ever experieced. He stopped thrusting to surge copious amounts of semen into her. As he surged out, stopping to soak up the feeling, Emma grew impatient with him. "Don't stop now!" she ordered. But his arms and legs were spent, so Emma rolled over to take the top, and started to take her peasure from his still-throbing member. Now Emma discovered the downside of being so much stronger than everyone else on Earth. Poor farmer George possessed a very hard body compared with most men, but his muscles were mortal muscles, and Emma's were quite literally diamond hard when she fully exerted herself. When she unleashed herself upon George's bulky frame, the man started to deteroriate beneath her until she realised the hard man's flesh felt like jelly all of a sudden. Mortified, Emma floated to her feet and looked down at the result of her lovemaking. At least George hadn't suffered. He died with a broad smile on his face. Looking around guiltily, Emma reminded herself that she was super-human now, and that in future care would be needed if she wanted to enjoy sex again. And she would enjoy again, for it was one of the most exhilerating feelings she had ever experienced. She sighed, and flew up to continue her search, flying east as the taker of her virginity suggested. Then she realised a way she could find Iraq, actually pinpoint it. She knew where Iraq was on the globe, her teacher had show the whole class when the crisis had broken out where the home of Saddam lay. Why hadn't she thought of it before! The globe in her geography classroom was only a model of the Earth, as it would appear from space. But first her daring plan required a test. She was unsure of she could hold her breath long enough. Soaring high over lush valleys, Emma spied a lake that would be the perfect proving ground for her lung capacity. Diving into the centre of the lake, her supersonic impact with the water sent a minauture tsunami to drench high along the shoreline. Once under the murky water, Emma found it was not diffucult to see in her new environment. She flew through the water, holding her breath and waiting for her chest to burn in hunger for fresh air. It became clear that this wasn't going to happen. Emma laughed, and landed on the muddy bottom of the lake having conquered the depths. She didn't need to breath now. There was a huge watery explosion as the surface of the lake was shattered once more, Emma's excitement leaving her blind to the massive destruction the ensuing wave caused to the comunities on the waterways which fed the lake. The powerful young woman aimed at the sky, glancing back at the receeding Earth over her shoulder, surprised at how fast it sank away. She broke through the atmosphere, the only indication, though very clear, was sudden emergence of the stars. The stars were more brilliant and clear now than ever. But Emma was focused on her plan, and turned to look down at the curving world beneath her. Iraq was partially covered with cloud, but stood out clearly to her fantastic vision. "Look out guys, here I come..." The militia group was holding ground firm, but the supply line had been effectively cut. The only thing that would save the day for them now would an air-drop. But they all knew the how remote the chances of securing one were. Funding had been dramatically reduced for their movement, and flight-time was limited to a maximum of two missions per month. They had a defendable position and determined men all. The heretics must be erradicated...it was Gods will..? Emma felt a little thrill as she found her first sign of action since reaching the hot-zone. They were all over the place, the large town below crawling with Arabs, all armed to the teeth with machine guns, hand grenades, rocket launchers....Emma hovered a moment and watched them in anticipation. But who should she help here? Who were the good guys? Shrugging her immensly strong shoulders she decided to help out the side that was losing, since turning the tide of the entire battle would be much more fun. She noticed two men had been cut from the rest of their group, and had a large number of their enemy closing on them. They couldn't hold up for long, even in the bank they had darted into. Their deaths were certain...until Emma decided to intervene. Noticing that most of the town was already ruined anyway, Emma dove straight through the concrete roof of the bank, her outstretched hands shattering large holes as she made her way through three floors. Landing on her hands, she executed a somersault and landed neatly on her feet, leaving a deep crack running through the buildings foundation, in front of the two men she was rescuing.. "Don't worry, fella's. I'll save you." She stepped past them to face their pursuers, who were just as surprised by Emma's sudden appearance. They lowered their weapons to stare with lusting eyes at the flawless female. One drooled... "Don't just stand there," Emma urged them, "Let's play!" They looked at each other, confused. Emma decided to make the first move. She approached the man who appeared to be the leader, and gave him a little shove. He flew through a window with the force of a canonball, taking several of his buddies with him. The men continued to stare in disbelief, so Emma punched a second man solidly in the gut, popping him like a water-balloon. When she took a third mans' head off with a swift kick, it dawned on the militants that she intended to kill them all. Their reaction was a little slow coming, but finally they opened fire. Emma spotted one of them reaching for his communicator. She focused on him, and drew in a deep breath. She put way too much into it, and brought not only her target, but half the ruined building behind him and a burnt out car as well. And they hit her super-dense body with so much force that each object exploded on impact, shattered masonry, body parts, and shards of charred, smashed steel flying everywhere "I better be careful doing that.." she thought aloud. Bullets streamed into her, Emma enjoying the feeling that gave her. In the building behind her, the men she had intended to save were killed by the hail of amunition. The building itself was quickly destroyed, its solid structure unable to withstand such a barrage. Two mis-fired rocket-grenades, and the place was dust. But Emma, who had already taken six direct hits with the same rocket-grenades stood as tall as ever, making a show of dusting her shoulder. "You guys are so sweet," she told them with a smile.She kissed her palm, and blew across it. The resulting hurricane tore down every building in that general direction, scattering men and vehicles like leaves and sending them sailing into a mountain several miles away. Giggling a little, she roamed about using the hand-to-hand skills that Martin's security guard had unwillingly given her. No-one lived through one of her blows. Most of the men she hit just exploded. They never had a hope, their most powerful weapons pathetic to Emma. About half-way through wiping out her chosen enemy, she stopped for a rest, though she wasn't tired in the least. There wasn't a soldier in sight, Most of them hiding from this new threat in the buildings. Emma looked back at the path of shattered bodies behind her, and felt a little pride. Just that morning she had been a normal eighteen year old, and weak girl by her own admission, who had grown up copping shit from many of her peers. But look at her now! She looked around at the buildings, with more than just her eyes, and soon knew exactly where every single one of them were hiding. To test herself, she mentally searched the row behind her, without looking. She was a little surprised to discover that a group of snipers had ocupied a stout brick building and had trained their high powered rifles on her. Eight of them armed with weapons designed to penetrate standard armour plate. They had been there for perhaps three minutes, shooting at her all that time with pinpoint accuracy. Even relaxed as she was just now, the powerful bullets didn't register as they impacted her rear. Smiling, the multi-talented girl got an idea. She turned and stared into the men, who were horrified to realise that she had spotted them.Their orrow became disbelief. Their minds had trouble processing the mixed feeling of terror and blind lust. But their training won out. "You wanna kill me, huh?" she asked them, speaking softy but booming the words into their minds. "I don't blame you. But at the same time, you don't expect me to be grateful do you?" A bullet impacted her open eye, making her blink in suprise. Her eyes were just as impervious to the bullets as the rest of her. She reached out and caught a bullet from the air, as three others hit her face and chest. Emma threw the bullet at the man who had lined up her eye. It hit him through the small gap in the window, and he slammed backward through two walls, exploding in the process. "But I would be grateful if you'd shoot your buddies for me, and save me some time." The remaining men were mostly unaware of their friends fate. They continued to shoot rapidly, reloading as fast as they could. Emma smiled as she twisted their relatively puny minds with hers, and with horror the snipers began shooting thier comrades. Emma allowed them to know exactly what was going on, and what they were doing. But her mighty influence overpowered them. They cried as their own men fell under thier bullets. Even those the snipers could not see themselves, Emma directed their aim to each and every one. Shooting many as they cowered in corners. Then she released them, and with new fury and rage they fired once more upon her. Three of them had access to missle launchers, and several missles each. With a cry they unleashed them at this girl. They still had erection though, each of them unknowlingly sharing their strange fantasies with her while automatically firing their weapons. The first missile missed, crashing into the ground at her feet and forming a large crater. When the smoke cleared, Emma remained exaclty where she was, hovering in the air where the dirt had just been blasted out from under her. The second and third both hit her squarely, but may as well have been made of fairy-floss for all the harm they did her. Emma tried to catch the fourth missle, but it exploded on contact with her hand. Curious, she focussed her colossal mental abilities on the problem. She stared at the next missle as came directly for her head. It was working, she realised with a little cry for joy. Always the drama queen, Emma allowed the missile to come within a few millimetres of hitting her before she stopped it in the air before her. It just hung there a ment with its rocket blasting uselessly, until a bullet hit it and sent it off. Emma didn't even close her eyes, and found that the inside of exposions was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. "My body is strong," she mused, flying over to shot-up bus to lift it casually over her head with one all-too capable hand. "I wonder how strong my mind is." She concentrated, and took her hand away. The bus stayed right where it was, hovering over her head. She covered her mouth and laughed, making the heavy old Ford spin around before sending it flying around the town. One the of the snipers shot it with his missile launcher, reminding Emma that she still had to do something about those guys. The now flaming bus swung around and slammed into the building to kill three of them. The rest died as Emma mentally triggered all their stocks of missiles and blew the place sky high. Then she got a surprise. Having turned to face the baracaded men she had saved from certain death, she found them to be actively trying to kill her themselves. A curious, and slightly angry, glance into one their minds told her that these men were very much against the "Evil" of naked flesh. A little mystified, she wondered what to do. She was deeply insulted that these assholes she had rescued were shooting her. How ungrateful! "You dare to shoot me?" she demanded, soaring into the sky so all could see her. "I just saved all of you and shoot me!" A missle slamed ineffectively against her immovable body. "DIE YOU DEMON BITCH!!" cried some fool, and Emma decided to kill them all. "I don't think so." Her mind quickly found the loud fool, and he found himself torn from his location as she grasped him with air and dragged him through the window. He cowered, crying as he tried to hide his face from her. "Look at me, big-mouth." she ordered, and he could not help but obey. "I'm gonna let you live, since you like to talk so much you can tell everyone about me." He looked down, and screamed as he realised he was just hovering there, a hundred feet above the ground. "Just hang here a minute," she told him with a smile. She left him there, while she swooped down and slammed through the thick wall of a building. A moment later the building collapsed into a pile of rubble. Emma blasted out of the rubble sending huge bocks of masonry flying in all direction. She did the same thing to the next building, flying through it and knocking out all the supports. Sometimes she flew along walls, ripping them apart as though she flew through waterfalls. When all the buildings containing those she had once wished to help had been completely demolished, she returned to her quivering captive. "Tell the world, Sahab. Tell them to prepare."