"Wow! I am SO strong! I have to know more about this machine!" Serena exclaimed.
She looked back at the entrance to the machine, where Ella McAdam was just about to go in. Ella, a slight, very sweet teenager who spent her spare time organizing programs to give after-school tutoring to poor children, had been afraid to return to one of her tutoring centers in a dangerous neighborhood ever since she had been attacked by a gang of tough thirteen year old girls. As a result, the program there was near collapse. Ella was not at all aggressive, except when she was helping others. She thought that with just a little bit of muscle she might be able to discourage the gang from interfering with her tutors. She had given the salesman $10 and asked him to help as much as he could "for the kids".
Alas, Serena had other ideas. Serena raced in front of the machine and pulled Ella out of the doorway. "You? A muscle chick! Don't make me laugh!" she sneered. She lifted the machine up as though it weighed less than one of the strands of gold and diamond jewelery she wore and ran back to Clark. "Come on, Clarkie. You and I have some work to do!" as she said as she transferred the machine to one hand and lifted him with the other.
"Serena, no!" he protested, struggling haplessly against her vastly superior strength, but then could do nothing but hold on in fear as she paused at her sports car, realized it would not hold the machine and then ran at hundreds of miles per hour to her mansion, protecting her cargo with her arms while destroying with her super-powerful legs any cars, trucks and buildings unlucky enough to be in her path.
"So, these are your 'powers'?" she said happily, as she tossed Clark onto her bed and set up the machine in her room. "What else can you do? Or should I say, what could you do before before you 'lost' your powers? 'Cause right now it doesn't look like you can do anything special, Clarkie." She looked at him hungrily and licked her lips.
"Stop calling me 'Clarkie'. Listen, Serena, you don't know what you're doing. You must have killed dozens of people back there!"
"47, and a dog, but none of them were important to me," she replied off-handedly. "Wow! I just KNEW that! My brain must be super too. And my eyes too, to have seen all that without even trying while I was speeding by!" She lept across the room to jump on top of him, but sailed by and then stopped in mid-air. Clark stared up at her, amazed. "Whoa! Will you look at this! I can float in mid-air!" She started moving, hovering over the bed, and then zipped around the room. "I can FLY too!" Faster than Clark's eyes could follow she was next to him, her eyes right next to his. "So, what else, Clarkie? What else should I know about?"
Clark stared up at her. How did she do that? He'd seen Kara fly, and when Lex had his superpowers he had been able to fly too, but he had never managed it.
"Less thinking, more talking!" Serena said sharply. She grabbed Clark and held him up in the air while she was floating too. "Do you have any idea how strong I am? You really don't want to piss me off."
Clark swallowed. "You, er, can burn things with rays from your eyes. You can see through things, except lead. And you can see from far away. I guess the last think is all your senses are super-powerful, hearing, smell, taste, touch --"
"Touch. Mmmm, I like that idea." She rubbed her fingers against Clark's body. "I bet I'm super-sensitive ALL over. Tell me, Clark, what's a SUPER-orgasm like?"
"I ... I don't know. I certainly couldn't tell you," he said indignantly.
""WHAT?" She laughed. "Don't tell me you never touched yourself."
"Of course not. It's a sin!"
"Oh really? Did you mommy and daddy tell you that?" she mocked him. "Well, Clark, I'm going to show you what you've been missing, and you are going to make me sin too ... a lot. But not yet. I'm going to have to build you up a bit first. You're too weak to satisfy me!"
Clark glanced at the machine. If only she let him back in, to 'build him up', he'd have his chance to get his powers back. And if they went in together ....
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