THE GIRL WHO FELL TO EARTH
By Torrent
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(I)
She stood on the deck behind the cabin, looking over the moonlit valley. A
cool breeze caught and lifted the bottom of her white silk camisole,
revealing her slender waist. She wore only the camisole and white bikini
panties, and for the first time in her life, she felt cold. In fact, she had
goosebumps--and she loved it.
There had been a lot of firsts the past few days. For the first time in her
life, she was not a superheroine. Oh, she still had powers that no other
woman on earth could boast of: She could fly, she was incredibly beautiful,
and she was immortal. This last gift was one she believed she could not
surrender, even if she wanted to.
But the physical strength, the impressive muscular development, the X-ray
vision, the blinding speed, even the skintight costume--all were gone. She
had given them up happily, and with them the responsibility for saving
lives, fighting evil, and always playing the perfect role model to young
women all around the planet.
Now, she was taking a well-deserved rest, here in the mountains, far from
any city of consequence, alone with the moon and the owl that hooted from
the woods in the distance.
She raised herself on her tiptoes, then silently took flight. She flew in a
languid spiral, rising above the cabin, and when she was high above its
roof, she flew east, along the ridgeline on the south side of the valley,
toward Big Pine Park. She flew gracefully, swimming through the air as if
she were performing a water ballet. She was at peace with herself and the
world around her. She no longer need concern herself with the dirty, gritty
struggle in the faraway city, the struggle between greater and lesser evils,
between the malcontents and the truly malevolent.
Nothing could mar her serenity as she glided through the cool evening air
high above the dark woods of Big Pine Park.
*****
It was Irv who saw her first. She was silhouetted against the moon, a
woman-shaped shadow in the sky.
But that was impossible, he thought.
He put his beer down on the picnic table and called out to the others,
"Look, it's a fuckin' bitch, up in the sky!" He pointed up at the moon.
The other three, who were perhaps more inebriated, or simply wary of Irv's
idea of a joke, sat silently around the table.
"I mean it, look up there," Irv insisted.
Jake, their leader, decided to humor him. He looked up, saw nothing at first
except a very clear sky and a very bright moon - and then a shadow making
lazy circles above him and a little to the west.
"Shit, look at it," he said, in a low but urgent whisper. "Look, there
really is something up there."
Pete and Loopy now saw her too. They started talking excitedly, but Jake
told them to hold it down. Whatever it was, he didn't want to draw its
attention--or scare it away.
Irv, who had gone to the truck, returned with two rifles. He handed one of
them to Jakes "Fuck that," snarled Jake, "You take the .22. Gimme the
.30-06."
Irv's face fell, but he did as he was told. It didn't pay to cross Jake.
The shadow had drifted away and was now over the edge of the picnic area,
near where the thick woods began. Jake pulled back the bolt of the .30-06.
There was a round in the chamber. Good. No time to waste.
Now the figure was coming back toward them, but higher in the sky. Jake
estimated 100 to 150 feet. And Irv had been right. As the shadow passed the
moon, he could see for sure that it was a woman.
He raised the rifle to his shoulder and aimed. It would take an incredibly
lucky shot to bring her down. He was more than a little drunk, and the
target was moving.
"Fuck it," he said, more to himself than to his buddies. "No excuses."
The sound of the shot jolted them, even though they had anticipated it. For
a second, they forgot why Jake had fired.
Then there was a cry of pain and the sound of lumber breaking, and they
turned to see that their target, whatever it was, had tumbled out of the sky
and crashed into a picnic table 30 yards away.
*****
Pete reached her first, with the others hot on his heels. He shined a
flashlight down on the pale figure in the middle of the shattered table.
They were very quiet for what seemed a long time. Then Pete said, "We've got
to get her to a doctor."
"Yeah, and maybe you'd like to drop me off at the sheriff's office while
you're at it," hissed Jake. "Think, you fuckin' idiot. I just shot this
bitch out of the sky. If we bring her to a hospital, I'm going to jail. And
I'm for damn sure not going to jail again."
"Maybe she's dead," said Irv, trying to be helpful.
But the figure moved slightly, and they heard a low moan.
"She's alive," said Loopy, softly. "Let's fuck her."
"Now, at last someone around here is talking sense," said Jake. And he
stepped forward and grabbed the girl by her thick blonde hair.
"Upsy-daisy, sweetheart," he said, as he lifted her onto her feet. Her eyes,
which had been closed, opened part way, and her lips moved. She was trying
to speak.
Jake didn't give her a chance. Holding her hair with his left hand, he
slammed his right fist into her belly.
There was a loud "whoosh" as her breath rushed out, and her knees buckled.
He let her fall face downward to the ground.
"Okay, boys, we're going to give this flying fuck the worst beating she ever
had--and the best group sex."
Jake told Loopy, by far the biggest of the four men, to bring her over to
the table by the pickup. Loopy picked her up as if she were a rag doll and
tossed her over his shoulder. Her hair and arms swung crazily as he carried
her.
"Lay her on her back," Jake instructed. "Let's check her out."
He pulled up her camisole and exposed a lovely set of tits - and a big red
welt on her rib cage, just below her left breast. There were no other marks.
"Where's the bullet hole?" asked Irv.
Loopy pulled down her panties just far enough to expose her pubic hair and
announced, "I don't care about bullet holes. Here's the hole I want. Let's
fuck it."
"Fuck it you shall, Loopy, many times over," said Jake. "But first we've got
to figure out what we're dealing with here."
"I know what we're dealing with," said Pete, nervously. "We're dealing with
trouble. Look, she was flying. And you shot her, but there's no bullet hole.
You know who she is."
"Bullshit," said Irv. "You've been reading too many comic books. Besides,
where's her costume with the big 'S'?"
"Irv's right," said Jake. "Where's that tight little costume with the logo?
And what's more to the point, if she's who you think she is, Pete, how come
she's lying here like a run-over dog in the road, instead of beating the
shit out of us?"
Pete had no answer to that. Neither did Loopy or Irv.
"Okay," said Loopy, "let's fuck her."
At this point, SG whimpered and pressed her right hand against the angry
bruise on her ribs. She tried to sit up.
"What do we do?" asked Irv, who was closest to her.
"This," said Jake. He pushed Irv aside and punched SG square in the face.
Her head snapped back and bounced off the table. Again she tried to sit up,
and again Jake punched her, this time in the jaw. She slumped back on the
tabletop and didn't move.
"Okay," said Jake, breathing heavy, "turn her over on her belly and let's
get this show on the road."
Loopy was the first to do the honors. While the others held her wrists so
she wouldn't slide off, he pulled down her panties to expose the loveliest
ass any of them had ever seen - and a pussy that seemed to cry out to be
fucked.
Loopy unzipped his jeans and pulled out a prick that his friends swore was
the biggest in North Carolina. It was ready for action.
He grabbed her hips and slammed his rod into her with no preliminaries. She
awoke with a start and tried to struggle, but Irv and Pete held her wrists
firmly. And Jake, who had been watching with a strange smile, now stepped
forward, grabbed her hair and slammed her face down on the tabletop.
The struggling ceased.
Loopy didn't take long. He withdrew his oversized cock, dripping with cum,
and said with a satisfied smile, "Now, that's a fuck!"
Irv was next. Loopy had lubricated her, so he slid in easily and pumped long
and slow. He was taking his time, enjoying the best piece of ass he was ever
likely to have in his lifetime.
Maybe she was enjoying it, too, he thought, because her ass wiggled slightly
and she made an unintelligible but sensual sound that might have been an
invitation to keep it coming.
Irv ended with a huge sigh and backed off.
"Your turn, Pete," said Jake.
"No way," Pete said. "This is insane."
"Insane?" said Jake, calmly--too calmly. "Insane? I'll show you insane."
He walked back to the table where he'd left the rifle and returned with it.
He shoved the barrel into her rectum.
"Now, it's too bad she's not awake and a contortionist," he said, "because
she could kiss her ass goodbye."
With that he pulled the trigger. Everyone flinched, but there was only a
loud click. Angrily, Jake pulled back the bolt and checked the chamber. It
was empty.
"Looks like you'll just have to fuck her like regular," said Loopy,
philosophically.
"To hell with that," Jake growled. He pulled the gun barrel out of her butt
hole, raised the rifled above her and brought the stock down on the back of
her head with a sickening thud.
"Jesus," said Pete.
Her body twitched, then went limp.
"Is she dead?" Irv asked.
"What the fuck difference does it make?" asked Jake. "She soon enough will
be."
He scooped her up in his arms, carried her over to the pickup truck and
dumped her onto the ground. "We'll get rid of her later," he said. "I'm
ready for another beer." His voice was oddly cheerful, as if nothing more
unusual had happened.
The others knew enough to humor him when he got like this. Irv opened four
cans of beer and handed them around. They talked quietly. No one mentioned
the woman who lay unconscious, perhaps dead, only a few yards away.
*****
But SG wasn't dead, and she was no longer unconscious. Her head ached
terribly, and the pain in her ribs flared every time she moved. But move she
must, before the men lost interest in drinking and decided on more fun with
her.
Quietly, she crawled around the truck, away from their table. After she had
made it about fifty feet along the gravel road that led out of the park, she
got unsteadily to her feet and staggered forward.
The moon slipped behind a cloud, and in the darkness she didn't see the
broken beer bottle. She stepped on it and let out a small cry of pain.
A small cry, but not small enough.
It was Irv; again, who spotted her first, a pale form on the road.
"She's getting away," he called.
They all jumped to their feet. But Jake told them to stay where they were.
He groped in his jeans pocket, found the keys to the truck, leaped in and
cranked it up as he hit the headlights. The truck swerved backward in a
short arc, and when SG's slender body appeared in the lights, he rammed the
transmission into first gear. The truck bolted forward, spewing a hail of
gravel behind it.
She was only a few dozen yards down the road, and she seemed frozen by the
oncoming lights. She made no effort to evade the truck.
"Don't," Pete cried, but his plea was lost in the roar of the engine and the
loud thump as the pickup smashed into SG and sent her flying. She landed 20
feet in front of the truck, but Jake wasn't finished. The truck rolled over
her body with a jolt and continued down the road before skidding to a stop.
Irv and Pete and Loopy, who had been watching all this in a mixture of
fascination and horror, now ran toward her. It was Pete who saw the truck
approaching them in reverse.
"Get off the road," he shouted.
Amazingly, SG was moving, writhing in the gravel, reaching, with her left
hand, for some imagined source of succor or help.
The truck crunched over her prone form, skidded to a halt, then jerked
forward again, as Jake shifted gears, all the while grinding the girl into
the gravel.
At last, he backed up enough so that she lay in the headlights, covered with
gravel dust, her eyes open but rolled back, her mouth open and slack-jawed.
Jake jumped out of the cab, rushed over to her and pressed two fingers
against her throat.
"You're a fuckin' maniac," Irv said, in a tone that suggested admiration as
well as revulsion.
"Any pulse?" asked Pete.
"As a matter of fact, Petemeister, there is," said Jake. "Not much, but
maybe we can help."
He went back to the cab of the truck, opened a metal case and came back with
jumper cables.
"Here, Loopy," he said, "Let's give her a charge."
"You've gotta be kidding," Irv said. Pete turned away in disgust.
"No kidding," said Jake cheerfully. "This'll be just like ER."
Loopy attached the cable to the truck's battery terminals, then handed the
other end to Jake, who brushed the clamps together to produce a shower of
sparks.
SG lay crumpled and twisted in the road. Jake kicked her arms and legs until
she lay spread eagle on her back. Then, straddling her, but with his feet
parted widely enough to avoid contact, he reached down and attached the
clamps to her nipples.
"Clear!" he shouted, but he barely cleared her himself as she went into wild
convulsions.
"She's humpin' like a snake run over by a mower," Irv said.
"Let's turn up the juice," said Jake. He climbed back into the cab and
gunned the engine.
"Christ, she's smokin'," called Loopy.
Jake turned off the engine, climbed back out and looked at the twitching
body. Smoke was indeed rising from her breasts.
"Better put it out," he said. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his pecker
and began to piss on her.
The piss sizzled on the overheated clamps and the smell was sickening, but
Jake didn't seem to mind. He smiled contentedly.
"This," he said quietly, "is a hundred times better than sex."
***
Before they finished with her that night, Loopy had fucked her four more
times, and Irv had poked her twice. Pete, who had slunk away, returned
sheepishly and asked for a chance to join in. Jake sneered but said, "Go
ahead."
For all his earlier concern about her, Pete put his heart into it. And when
she seemed to regain consciousness before he was finished, he smashed her in
the head with a flashlight. He was one of them, as guilty as Jake. He was
filled with self-hatred--and lust.
***
When the sky began to lighten, Jake said it was time to dump her. They
loaded her into the back of the pickup. Loopy climbed in beside her, to make
sure she didn't wake up and escape.
Irv drove, Pete and Jake beside him.
"Where to?" asked Irv.
"The dumpster behind the Foundry Apartments," said Jake. "They don't pick up
for two days."
They drove past the apartment buildings to the littered cul de sac where the
dumpster squatted like an ugly metal toad.
Irv backed up to it, then Jake jumped out to help Loopy. He lifted the heavy
metal dumpster lid, while Loopy picked SG up and tossed her naked body into
the dark, foul-smelling steel box.
"Is she's still alive?" Jake asked.
"That's highly unlikely," Loopy drawled. "Since I twisted her fuckin' head
180 degrees while we were driving here. And I heard her neck crack."
"You're a good man, Loopy," Jake said. "You're my kind of man."
They drove away, as the first rays of the sun lit the thin high clouds. The
apartment complex would be stirring in another hour, but for now all was
quiet.
Well, not completely quiet. If anyone had been standing beside the dumpster,
they would have heard an occasional rustle and scraping inside.
Perhaps it was the sound of scavenging rats. Or maybe simply the trash bags
and debris settling.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was our heroine, super no more, struggling to hang
onto life--or, given the pain and humiliation she had endured that night,
perhaps she was struggling to shake off her immortality and embrace the
comforts of the grave.
