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GTA - Gideon’s Export Requests

Gemma Thomas Austin stood in an alleyway at midday under the bright blazing sun with the company of a gentleman. Well, not a gentleman. More like, a random male she felt like enjoying company with. Well, not with. More like a random felt she wanted the company of.

Well, not company. More like a toy she wanted to play with.

She was dressed in knee high, black leather boots and the shortest denim cutoffs known to man. They were more of a thong than a pair of cutoffs, leaving her spectacularly muscled, tanned thighs on full, glorious display. Her torso was similarly clad, or perhaps unclad.

Gemma’s abdomen, just like her thighs, were spectacularly sculpted, smoother and denser than carved marble. Her deeply etched abs flowed inward from her wide hips, giving her a hip to waist ratio that men would die for. And Gemma made sure that that metaphorical statement would be taken literally.

Above her cinched waist was a black crop top with a deep plunging neckline to display the unbeatable apex of her femininity to all onlookers. A pair of breasts as large, as unwieldy, as gravity defying, as unforgiving as hers needed to be seen. It would not do to cover them up and deny the world at large the gift that she had been given.

And above her broad shoulders and brilliantly muscled arms, her well defined collarbone and long, graceful neck, rested a heartbreaking heart-shaped face with full ruby, cupid bow lips, a cute little nose, and large, expressive, strikingly red pupils. A short bob of platinum blonde hair framed that perfect face. She could’ve made millions as the world’s premier supermodel. She would’ve killed.

Well, she did kill. And she still made millions.

Her toy of choice was just a passing man, topless save for a thick vest. His burly arms and well kept hair and beard caught her eye as she flew overhead, looking for ways to kill time. He hadn’t done anything to offend her; hell, he couldn’t even see her, so far up into the atmosphere she was flying. But she had spotted him and picked him out of a population of 10,000 unknowing people, and she had decided on a whim to play with this one today.

As Gemma squeezed his neck with her long, delicate, devastatingly powerful fingers, she had him suspended in midair, legs and brown loafers dangling helplessly. The fight had already gone out of him after she had introduced herself, offered him a handshake, then crushed his gloved fingers with her grip. Before he could scream in pain, Gemma flicked him in the jaw with her pinkie finger, shattering it and turning his scream into a loud, wet gurgle instead.

Now, he was quickly losing consciousness. Gemma simply looked up at him, watching the life go out of his eyes. And she’d only touched him two times prior to the throatlift! They just didn’t make toys like they... well, they never made toys sturdy enough to withstand some light brushing of Gemma’s fingers, let alone some of her half hearted kicks or flippant sweeps of her arm.

And that’s the way she liked it.

“Aw, you poor thing...” she purred, her deceptively sweet, velvety voice stirring his loins despite his imminent death from lack of oxygen. Her expression was soft and lovely... vulnerable even. Gemma looked genuinely apologetic. “I wanted to have a good time with you, I really did!” She said with mock sympathy. “I didn’t mean for it all to be over in under a minute...”

Even despite what she’d done to him, her voice conquered his soul as he believed her to the very core of his being. She was a goddess. A goddess of beauty, a goddess of power. It was his fault that he didn’t measure up. She hadn’t meant to be cruel; she was simply a force of nature. Of the supernatural.

She stroked his bare chest with a single finger of her free hand, breaking the bone and bruising the flesh as it traveled down from his neck, past his collarbone, and collapsing his ribs. The whole time, Gemma just gave him an innocent look with her bright, naive eyes as she pretended to be apologizing to him with her feathery touch.

Gemma’s phone rang. It was from Gideon, someone she happened to contract her services to.

“Hello?” she purred as she stopped breaking her latest toy, causing the person on the other end of the line to inhale deeply as they found themselves instantly and utterly overwhelmingly aroused.

Gemma smiled and located the person immediately. It was a she, and she was on the verge of hanging up and finding some privacy to masturbate herself silly. Any male would’ve creamed their pants already, she knew from experience.

The outrageously sexy supergirl considered tipping the middle-aged woman over the edge, but refrained. This toy had almost run out of batteries, and she wanted the pleasure of playing with another.

“My, ah, employer, would like...” the woman gasped, her heart fluttering in her chest at the seductive purr of merely a single word in greeting! Who was this hired help she’d been ordered to call!?

“Go on,” Gemma said with the soul-lifting lilt and a bright, beaming smile showing off her perfect teeth.

“Mmmmmmnnnnn!” the woman eargasmed, Gemma’s voice lighting her mind ablaze with carnal bliss while her pussy squirted her sexual fluids, a completely unprecedented act for her.

“Mm indeed,” Gemma smiled as she focused her attention back to the dying man held aloft in her single palm. He had come as well. She twisted her wrist. Just a little motion—easier than twisting a doorknob. His neck snapped instantly.

She dropped his dead weight onto the alleyway floor for someone else to find. Gemma considered going to find a new toy while she waited for the woman to finish. She was still writhing on the other end. Or maybe Gemma could kill her with pleasure as her mischief and mayhem today.

No, no. The mission would prove far more interesting.

“My employer,” the lady began once more with sweat beading her forehead. She wanted to do her job lest her employer fired her (or worse) for fucking it up, but she also anticipated hearing this angel’s response again.

But Gemma remained quiet.

“...would like you to retrieve a Harmony Roadster GTX 1030. The 2020 model, not the 2023 one.”

“Of course,” Gemma took the overwhelmingly seductive edge off of her voice. It only left the woman trembling for more instead of a full on life-altering orgasm.

“I’m sending the details of the location to your phone. My employer says that it’s well guarded,” the woman’s hand trembled. And then quite unprofessionally added, “W-will you... be okay?” The last thing she wanted was something to happen to this mysterious person on the other end of the line!

Gemma just hung up and left the woman to fret over her well-being. She enjoyed making people fall in love with her only to wrack them with worries almost as much as abusing her vast array of unstoppable, unbeatable superpowers.

As soon as the location dinged in her phone, Gemma’s feet left the floor gracefully, hovering for a moment before rocketing straight up a thousand feet into the air. She flew like a deadly missile, arms and legs forming straight lines like a well thrown javelin, only with millions of times more power. The vehicle was cross country, and Gemma apparently was expected to deliver it within the week. That included the travel to get to the car, overpower the guards, and then to drive it back. For any other contractor, it would’ve been an impossible task.

But for Gemma, it was child’s play. She planned to have it back within the hour. Maybe two.

The only indication that she was traveling at subsonic speeds was her lovely silvery hair whipping about her face. The shearing winds did nothing to bother her bare skin, not that anything ever could. And Gemma kept her speed down just enough so that her painted-on clothes wouldn’t disintegrate.

Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at her destination. Her phone reported that that put her at about 2,000 miles per hour. Gemma scoffed. She could easily break that speed limit if not for her wonderfully sexy clothes. She’d have to do a trip naked sometime at her full speed... but then, no tool could possibly survive her journey.

Hovering imperiously in the sky, Gemma checked out the parking slash storage garage where her prize was being kept. Her red eyes glowed, allowing her innocent looking doe-eyed pupils to strip away solid walls and concrete and peer right through them. No material could stop her from peeking at whatever she wanted. And her vision performed exactly as she wanted it to. She could look through a man’s clothes just as easily as looking through a man entirely.

And of course, it went without saying that despite how similar her scorching hot laser vision was to her x-ray vision, Gemma had no problem flipping between the two. The power of her control over such impossible powers was just as strong as her actual power.

“Ten armed guards...” Gemma purred, her supersexed voice catching only her own ears as her nipples stiffened in her specially crafted top, rubbing against the dense fabric. She couldn’t wait to start playing!

The mercenary supergirl could’ve headed straight downward, once again respecting the pathetic force of gravity. She could plow right through the ground, boots first. Or if she wanted to save those, she could take them off and carve a deep trench straight underground like an oil drill with her pretty feet and toes. Or or or, she could land on target headfirst like a missile strike, arms extended out in front of her. Or even just headfirst, letting her achingly beautiful and indestructible face lead the way before her jutting breasts carved a nice, large, curved w shape through the earth before her ass did the same on the opposite end.

But no. She wanted to take her time.

The supergirl descended gently, swaying languidly through the air left and right as if she were descending on a bed of clouds. When the guards had finally caught sight of her, stretched her long, long limbs and twisted around as if she were just waking up after a restful nap. Then, hovering parallel to the floor, suspended five feet in the air, she turned vertically and gave them a big yawn, rubbing the faux sleep out of her eyes before walking up to the security guard’s hut.

A thick pane of bulletproof glass separated the two of them. Him, inside, small and hunched, and Gemma, standing up straight to full height, hands on child bearing hips, breasts jutting and unforgiving.

“Excuse me,” she spoke in a dulcet and yet non-orgasmic tone. “I’m here for the Harmony Roadster GTX 1030. The 2020 model, not the 2023 one,” she recalled with her perfect memory.

“This is a secure area,” he responded, performing repeated up and down scans of her voluptuous, muscular body. “You need to leave. But if you would like to meet with me after my shift ends, I could...”

“Aw, no thanks. I was planning to get done within an hour,” Gemma cut him off.

“Get done with wh...”

He never managed to finish that sentence. Gemma just shot her toned arm right through the reinforced glass, her long fingers shattered it first while all the heavy shards pinged off her bronzed skin harmlessly. Her open palm struck the security guard right in his stupid visor and helmet, crushing his skull in an instant. His headless torso collapsed to the ground.

“Holy shit! Guards!” One of the remaining pair of armed men standing at the gate hollered.

Gemma looked at the little plank of wood that was supposed to bar her entry. That, and the two armed men that were now aiming and firing on her. What a joke! The bullets were just emerging from the barrels of their semi automatic rifles, accompanied by the burst of flame and plume of smoke from the rifles. Gemma even checked out the hammer clicking back and the spent casing getting ejected from the gun. Sure, she’d been on the receiving end of gunfire so many times... and being on the receiving end was so much more interesting than to be the one wielding the gun. Why didn’t these boys understand? The novelty of being shot at just never seemed to wear off!

Gemma thrust her attention grabbing chest forward, hoping to receive the impacts on her just as large and far harder nipples. But she remembered that she was still dressed, and didn’t want to ruin this outfit. The bullets were still just millimeters out of their barrels and lazily flying toward her. She could’ve increased her standing still speed even further and bring them to nearly a full stop, but there would be more to play with.

Getting bored of waiting, Gemma let time speed up again and zipped forward, dodging and weaving through a hail of bullets. She reached out with one hand and pinched the shooty end of the barrel, sealing the metal completely while it shrieked under her gentle touch. Leaving that one gunner to it, she moved to the other one and placed her finger at the end of it, as if to shush a lover. Then she returned to a merely human speed.

There was a loud clang followed by an explosion from the gunner behind her. Then a lot of screaming. Gemma just smiled sweetly and focused at the gunman she was currently playing with. To him, her stunning face had suddenly appeared in front of him. And of course, he didn’t have the reaction time to pull his finger off the trigger should he even want to. So, the bullets kept coming.

Gemma felt the light brush of metal against her extended fingertip before the bullet went back the way it came, shattering into others as the whole gun exploded . She simply blurred her free hand in front of her torso, catching all of the fragments and silvers with perfect precision before squeezing it into a small metal ball in the palm of her hand.

The gunman was not so lucky. He lost one hand, and the other was badly cut. Not to mention his torso being dotted with metal pellets. He fell back, screaming in pain.

“Sorry boys, like I said, I’m in a hurry!” her velvet voice overpowered their screams. “I hope this makes you feel better though...”

Gemma puckered her lips and blew a brief and light puff of cold air from her super lungs. A frozen cone of ice exuded outward and iced both of the men over immediately, turning them into statues of the mutilated people they once were. Her frozen kiss also touched nearby things, causing collateral damage as it put a layer of thick ice over the security guard hut she’d visited earlier.

Amused with the fact that she’d sort of repaired the hole she’d put into the reinforced glass by replacing it with still freezing-to-the-touch ice, Gemma strode forward, swaying her hips and smashing right through the pathetic wooden bar with her legs instead of flying over it.

Reaching a shuttered door that led to the underground where her Harmony Roadster GTX 1030, the 2020 model was stored, Gemma bent at the waist while keeping her legs straight, showing off her incredible flexibility to no one in particular. Jabbing her fingers through the ground, she brushed the concrete out of the way before hooking her pinkie finger underneath the bottom metal panel. Then in one smooth movement, she lifted the whole thing up, crushing all of the heavy sheeting together as if she were pulling up some window blinds.

“Hi boys!” she greeted all of them with her singing voice.

They were all ready to fire, but the physical force of her voice slamming into their minds, radiating pure pleasure down to their suddenly roiling testicles froze all of them in their tracks. The one with the most self control recovered first, pulled the pin of his grenade, and lobbed it toward her.

Gemma set a puff toward that egg shaped projectile, not blowing with any cold. Just a brief exhale that barreled the grenade back to sender. She laughed at the panicked scream from where he was hiding behind cover. With her glowing eyes, she could see his shaking hands fumbling the grenade before throwing it back out toward the open.

Gemma just laughed even harder, making sure to direct her breath mid guffaw. The grenade made it back overhead of the lobber before it exploded, killing him instantly.

A quick glance of her phone confirmed that she didn’t have much time left if she wanted to be back with the car within the hour. Obviously she could’ve been back in seconds, but having to haul freight as fragile as a car meant she had to keep her powers in check.

A quick zip around the entry area and they were all dead. Gemma ran up to two of them and cracked their skulls with a flick of her finger, launching both of their bodies high up into the air to smash against the ceiling. One of them, she blurred over to his side and placed her palms on either side of his head, planning to turn his head and give him a kiss, but her little twist was slightly too forceful, and she instantly snapped his neck.

Blurring over to the other, Gemma made sure  to be super duper extra cautious. A squeeze of his wrists crushed his bones, leaving his hands unable to pull the trigger on his gun anymore. Then, when it clattered to the floor uselessly, Gemma pressed him up against a wall, pinning him in place with her breasts as his torso took on an accommodating concave shape thanks to the inexorable pressure of Gemma’s irrepressible bosoms. Placing her lips on his, she gave him a brief, tantalizing kiss, feeling the sudden sticky warmth spreading out from the crotch of his jeans before lightly blowing directly into his lungs.

She left the dying, suddenly incapable of breathing man to collapse in a heap. There was only one more left, cowering behind his cover. Gemma lazily flew overhead, letting her feet leave the ground and flew backwards as if on a recliner being ferried by a conveyor belt. The man didn’t think to look up, so Gemma passed silently overhead until he could finally see her lounging there in midair. With a lovely smile and a long lashed wink, Gemma turned him into ash by playing her lasers over him for a second and a half.

Descending the parking garage’s spiral road, she found one final guard managing the whole lot. Less of a guard, more of an attendant really. She marched right up to his booth, enjoying the panicked look on his face. As he opened the door to get out, Gemma blurred right into position to block his path as soon as the door swung open.

“Where are you going?” Gemma purred.

“P-please... don’t... kill me...” he begged. “I’m... I’m not armed...” He placed his hands up to surrender.

“Aww, what a shame. Give me the keys to the Harmony Roadster GTX 1030, if you don’t mind.”

“Y-y-yes! Of course!” His hands trembled as his entire body shuddered in lust at the sight of this beauty, at the melodious choir that was her voice.

“Hurry up, if you don’t mind,” Gemma purred.

Just as he was about to unlock the compartment holding the key, he suddenly lost control of his body as his erect penis seized up, trembling violently before erupting in a huge fountain of cum.

“Oh, is it this one?” Gemma marched up over his shuddering form, sending a new wave of uncontrollable lust and agony through his already sapped body. His heart pounded rapidly, trying to meet the demand of climaxing for this superhuman beauty.

She retrieved the key herself, jabbing her fingers through the surrounding vaults and ripping out the box with her key. Plucking it out of the box, Gemma crushed the rest of the metal like soft clay in her hand.

“Since you couldn’t even do one little thing for me...” Gemma stuffed the key into the deep valley of her cleavage, flexing her pectorals just enough to hold the key in place without liquifying it between her supremely erotic tits, “I guess you’re going to have to die too,” Gemma smiled.

“N-n-no, please...” He looked up at the beatific sight towering over him, the swell of her bosoms almost, almost covering that sweet face.

A face so beautiful that he couldn’t help but orgasm again.

“Keep coming for me!” Gemma leaned down to hook her wrist under his armpit. She lifted him up forcefully and pinned him against the row of separate key lockers and leaned in close, letting her scent suffuse from her bosom, her neck, tucking his face against the lovely crook of her net while also whispering hotly in his ear.

“It feels so nice, doesn’t it....” she gave his ear a little lash of her tongue.

He shuddered again, his feet flailing helplessly above the floor. His hips bucked with increasing need the whole time.

“Just coming and coming and coming for me...” Gemma nibbled on his earlobe as a lover would do, chewing that erogenous zone without slicing it clean off.

The little valet could not protest any longer. All of his bodily functions were relegated to orgasming for his superhuman mistress.

“Why, I think you might like me!” Gemma laughed as she placed his head right into the valley of her tits.

He jerked his last jerk, his body entirely spent. Gemma let his corpse fall to the ground, fished the key out of their safe hiding place, and pressed the unlock button while making sure not to smash the microchip inside to pieces.

The car beeped.

She flew over to the hood of the car, slid her hand underneath what looked like a handle in the hood, and lifted the car to stand vertically off the ground. The metal squealed against her fingers, but only for a moment.

“Oops,” Gemma grimaced.

With the car in tow, she flew back across the country, making it just in time within the hour to the delivery location. Then, she had to bear the indignity of having to wait for her employer’s agent for three whole minutes.

When he finally came strolling by, Gemma had almost had it. Her sculpted ass was resting on the car’s hood, and more than a few times she considered just flattening it into a pancake by sitting down just a bit harder.

“Let me examine the wares,” he told her while never taking his eyes off her body. A young up and comer, he wanted to prove to the boss that he was a good and trusted worker in order to climb the ranks.

“Hmm, hmm... looks like a dent here. Sorry, that’s going to cost two million,” he clicked his tongue.

“Call your boss for me,” Gemma ordered.

His body crumpled in orgasm while his hand involuntarily reached into his pocket. Even in the midst of his climax, he scrolled to and dialed Gideon’s number.

“Gideon dear,” Gemma took the phone and spoke to him directly. “Your little toad here says it’s going to cost me a few million because of a small dent I put in it. But...” she rubbed her palm over the hood, flattening it out fairly well before wiping the crease away from the metal with a few rubs of her fingers, “it looks fine to me.”

“I shall wire 10 million to your account,” Gideon’s voice was a tremble, but he had grown accustomed to Gemma’s teasing. “Do what you will with that idiot.”

“Thanks, Gideon! Pleasure doing business as always!”

Gemma hung up, threw the phone on the guy who dared to cost her millions of dollars, and burned his head to ash with her laser eyes.