CHAPTER IX
Dr Molly Matthews had diligently analyzed the mystery dust and concluded that the radiation emissions weren't dangerous to humans. The dose rate, in theory would need you to be exposed the stuff naked for a hundred years just to exceed one year exposure limits for civilians.
The catch was that due to the odd phase shift in the emissions it would be quite possible, theoretically at least, that a certain alien type might be detrimentally affected in the materials presence. Whilst she had a modicum of respect for the heroine, science was science, to prove and disprove theories required experimentation and ...
Molly was getting ahead of herself, first she would need to separate the dust from the panel, it might be easy or it might not. She would try electromagnetism or static charges first then more physical methods if that failed. If she could cleanly remove the material without hacking off shards of solar panel then all the better.
Lab coat and dust mask on Molly made her way into the chamber which held the two unfurled solar panels. In her hand, an electrostatic generator with a plate like surface for drawing the materials onto.
"Now let's see......"
Molly held the plate over the green tinted section of panel and turned on the small handheld generator. The solar panel began to tremble almost beneath the charged field, the embedded particles were bound to surface tightly.
"Woah...."
With one hand she adjusted the power of the device, increasing its power and then steadied the panel in her latex gloved hand. The trembling continued to increase as the embedded dust began wiggle free leaping up at the charged plate.
Smiling at her success she continued to sweep over the panel, drawing more and more of the green dust, slowly tainting the charged plate the same hue as the panel had been.
"Gotcha" said Molly before inverting the plate and turning off the field.
Producing a small metal sample box the brunette carefully tipped the green dust inside. Her mind whirred, she should do some microscope work and determine the morphology, and then try and do some spectrograph, maybe x-Ray fluorescence, what was its density, was it all uniform, why was it green.....
Molly snapped out of her brain dump. The 'top man' was coming to the site, maybe a word in his ear would get her some research money to study the green dust, her other materials project was already at the edge of becoming commercially viable so maybe she could coax more funding from her sponsor. Time would tell.
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Lisa Kozny rubbed her eyes, she had been going over old mugging reports trying to get a handle on the person who had murdered their latest victim, apparently a robbery gone wrong. The M.E had more or less confirmed the cause of death, an epic bleed out on the car park tarmac after taking a long shafted flat head screwdriver through his right kidney up towards the lungs.
The victim, a one Victor Reeves, a trader at the NYSE had no wife or siblings, nor any significant other. Seemingly Mr Average without any real cares in the world he had no real enemies to mention and no controversies in his life....well except now he was dead....oh and that bit of paper. She had shown the scrawled note around the murder room to various colleagues who couldn't make anything of it, perhaps it was nothing.
"Hey...Kozny.....here's those financials you wanted pulling...." Said a detective lugging a fat brown folder of paper.
"Oh thanks...jeez, what was he? A bank?..." Kozny said wide eyed as she took in the size of the wad of paper.
"He certainly liked to compartmentalize accounts, looks he was obsessive with managing his money." Replied the detective.
Kozny rolled her eyes, it was going to be a long evening. She was sure the mugging was the underlying cause of death, a random senseless killing but she wanted to be sure no other motives might be lurking in the shadows.
BING
Lisa glanced at her mobile phone.
LUCY.
Lisa smiled slightly. She hadn't replied to Lucy's earlier message yet and it seemed the party girl was getting in need of attention.
"Hey...I'm beat from clothes shopping...do you have plans ?"
Lisa knew she would be ready for a hot bath and bed by the time she had got through the mountain of paper trail accounts.
"Plans...finish work, hot bath, pizza, an hour of TV then coma..."
Lisa thumb typed as she plucked a highlighter from her cup of pens and pencils, in her head her message was as deadpan and unexciting as she could imagine, trying to imply she was not in the mood for anything.
Lisa sighed and planned out her work, there might be patterns to look for in the accounts or not but she had a duty to look and old school highlighter and notes would see her through.
"It's a date then......see you at yours....!"
Lisa blinked. She thought Lucy would be put off but...
"Ok, will let you know when n where later...."
Lisa knew she would be beat but actually, maybe some company would be OK. Her mood lightened and with new determination she started to get on with her work.
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Selena laid the battered and bruised superheroine out on the firm vinyl floor. Kara was no longer under the suppressing influence of the REAPER device and slowly but surely she would begin to recharge, the epic deficit of energy that rendered her powerless would slowly be washed away.
Selena set down a bottle of massage oil and poured some on her hand, and began to work on the heroines bare foot, lifting the aching limb and placing it into the crook of her own latex clad arm. Rubbing the oil gently into the blondes soles first Selena broke out into a smile, how wonderfully Kara had whimpered as she methodically tapped away at the underside of her foot with a crop.
Selena continued to work in the oil, rubbing under the back of the girls calf, the muscle striped with marks from the cane. Selena remembered how Kara's eyes lit up when she produced the skeletal looking ballet trainers. Their leather straps bound her lower legs to the metal frame of the trainers which forced her to maintain a 'tiptoes' position and oh how Selena punished her.
Lifting the foot, placing the calf on her shoulder, Selena could now massage the taught thigh, the inner side still showing the marks of the 'zipper', the chain of clothes pegs and string which the blond had been forced to endure until finally they were wickedly torn from her body. Selena carefully worked on applying the soothing oil, worshipping the leg that she now embraced.
Carefully she set the leg down and repeated the excercise again for the other leg, the blond moaning in pleasure, the contrast between the tender bruises and Selena's now soft touch. Kara recalled how every ache had been achieved as Selena sought to sooth each one, her oiled legs shining in the light of the room.
Selena gently worked up the blonds stomach, the trail of the zipper continued upwards, each little mark reminding her of a yelp or some subtle moaning. Selena remembered with delight each failure that led to the zipper gaining in length.
Selena thought back to the game.
"Which one is me.....?" Selena had asked.
Hands up in front of her, index fingers pointed upwards, one finger coated with Selena's cum, the other the heroines, Kara had to seek the scent of her mistress. The blindfolded heroine, nose flaring against the nose hooks ,tested the air, glancing to her left, then to her right.
Selena grinned.
Kara moaned, she glanced left and leant forward, her panting breath marking her fear, her excitement.
"You have chosen?"
Kara nodded....
Selena gently passed her finger through the metal O of the ring gag and drew the cum over the blonds tongue, removing her finger again.
"And we're you right?"
This was a cruel game of double jeopardy. Get both questions right and she could lose a part of the zipper. Get either one of the questions wrong and she would have the zipper extended.
A forlorn shake of the head confirmed what Selena knew already. The blond had indeed failed to find her mistress this time, but at least she knew that it was herself that she had tasted.
Selena tugged at a little piece of the blondes flesh and clipped on the next part of the zipper, prompting the blond to wince behind her blindfold.
"Again......."
Between the blonds parted legs a wine glass, the spiderweb of cum slowly dripping into it. A vibrating egg on its random pattern of torment had kept the heroine producing copious liquid arousal and the occasional forced tasting of a mouthful only caused the humiliation to help repeat the cycle.
Selena smeared her finger around the edge of the glass while she had continued to play with herself with her other hand.
"Now, concentrate, which one is me?"
Back to the present and Selena continued to rub in the soothing oil, finally rubbing gentle circles over Kara's breasts which she had tormented. Even now their colour returning to normal from the tight bondage which had rendered them purple swollen toys to work with the spiked mittens.
Playtime would soon be over....it was Earth's turn to have a different form of quality time with the heroine.