Mar-Sa The Ultra-Girl Book One/Part Three The Girl of Tungsten Steel A HEROINE IS MADE, NOT BORN by Jim Robert Bader September 4, 2001 (First Copyrights Only) 00000000 000 000 000 vvvvvv 000 000VVVVVVVVVVVV000 000 VVVVVVVVV 000 000 VVVVVVV 000 000 VVVVV 000 000 VVV 000 00000000 Mar-Sa, The Ultra-Girl by Jim Robert Bader Book One/Part Two The Girl of Tungsten Steel Chapter Twenty-Two. Interactions "Look, Miss Holberg..." "Miz, thank you." The Federal Agent grimaces slightly before saying, "Miz Holberg...you have to understand the government's position on this. The alien is a potential security risk, and if you go ahead and print the details of this interview..." "Mr. Hammil," Heather replied crisply, "I am as patriotic as the next concerned citizen, and while I understand the government's...interest in these matters, I am also aware of my rights as journalist to protection under the First Amendment, to say nothing of the Fifth Amendment right not to self-incriminate under your interrogation. I have conducted a rather lengthy interview with a certain individual who may or may not be the party of whom you inquire, but as she has rights and is a respected client of my magazine and news organization..." "You call this a news organization?" the other Federal Agent asked skeptically. "And what would you term it?" Heather asked with a lifted eyebrow. "A fancy bordello for you to cruise without having to leave your office..." the other man started to say when his senior partner hastened to bid him to be quiet. "Then it is your prerogative to think that way around me," Heather said with stiffening resolve, "But I stand firm by my reputation as a reliable source of information that other news media refuse to carry. My advertisers are not subject to your blackmail, and I will not allow my media outlets to be the subject of government censorship irregardless of your misguided motives. Besides, it is far too late for you to do anything about our upcoming August publications." "And why do you say that?" the senior Fed scowled from behind his dark sunglasses. "Because the magazines are already going to print even as we speak," Heather replied, "And I have already planned out the media blitz that I intend to use to make common knowledge the gist of the articles that will soon see widespread distribution." "We can still stop you in your tracks," the junior Fed insisted, "One word from us..." "And you will be seeing the wrong end of a Judge's gavel," Heather said frostily, "Besides, the magazines are being printed out at several different locations under a veil of absolute secrecy that would do credit to your agency. Believe me when I say that a matter of such grave urgency and potential lucrative profit demands the best that my organization can mount to see that nothing prevents the public from getting the word from the source about the alleged alien that we know of as Mar-Sa." "You're making a big mistake," the senior Fed ominously warned, "Taking on the US government..." "It would not be the first time," Heather replied, "And most likely far from the last. Now...good day to you, Gentlemen. As I have noted before, I do have a business to run here." "Not if we put you under arrest for obstructing a federal investigation," the junior agent warned. "Oh my, was that a threat?" Heather mused, "Cathy, did that sound like a threat to you?" "Sure sounded like it to me," Cathy smiled, "Of course, since I've already called for your lawyers, I'll be happy to serve as a witness..." The two Feds bridled, but the senior one said, "We wasting time here. Let's make our report." "You'll regret this, Holberg," the other man said, "Count on it." "And a good day to you both, gentlemen," Heather replied, waiting until the agents had left her office before scowling and saying, "And good riddance to jack-booted thugs who make threats without a warrant." "Think those guys are serious about causing trouble?" Cathy asked. "I doubt it will amount to very much in the short run," Heather replied, "But just the same have our legal team prepare a case to head off any attempt at preventing our publication." "Got it, Chief," Cathy replied, "They try getting an injunction we'll hit them with a suit so fast that they'll think their flies just came undone. No way are we letting anyone or anything put a halt to Marsha's unveiling." "Literally and figuratively," Heather smiled, "And I can't honestly say which one I find the more exciting." "We're gonna either make a killing on this one...or it could well break us," Cathy reflected, "Either way, you were great at standing up to those creeps, Heather. I'm so proud of you that I could get down on my knees and fuck you." "The sentiments are appreciated, Darling," Heather replied as she stretched out a hand to play with the dark hair of the other woman, "But we are expecting another guest to arrive here very short. Maybe after lunchtime?" "Just as long as I get to practice more on my oral dictation," Cathy leered, moving into the affectionate embrace of the other woman, longing for the privacy that they would need before she could give the terms "desktop display" a whole new connotation... Agents Sandoval and Hammil paused a few blocks down the road from the Playmate mansion, pulling up alongside a van before greeting a man dressed up like a groundskeeper and holding a leaf-blower, which same he paused in mid-use, turning to regard the two Federal agents. "Well?" this middle-aged gentleman inquired. "Went just like you predicted, Sir," Sandoval replied, "Holberg reacted just like you said she would..." "All but sicked the dogs on us," Hammil grinned, "Of course if she turned a few of those girls and threatened us with bodily mayhem...I, for one, wouldn't be complaining." "Let's try sticking to the facts and leave your perverted sex fantasies out of this one, Mac," the man dressed as a gardener said, smiling in a way that showed that he was being halfway facetious, "So you think it's a go?" "Sure thing, Major," Sandoval replied, "She's even more determined than ever to print her magazine, and I don't think even blowing up the presses would make her quit now." "Sir," Hammil asked, "Just how did you know that she'd react like that when we tried putting on the muscle?" "Because I know her type and I know Holberg by her record," Major Brookhurst replied, "Her type believes in big ideals and is not afraid to stand up to authority, even thrives a bit on the counter-cultural aspects. Tell her that the government wants her to publish and she'd immediately start questioning our motives and hesitate while she does more research into the matter, but tell her not to, even threaten her if she prints, and she'll move heaven and earth to get what she wants. I tell you, Boys, it's gals like that who make me proud to be an American." "Too bad we had to play the hard-cases," Sandoval reflected, "After seeing her in action I was ready to get her autograph." "Think maybe she'd autograph a copy of the magazine when it comes out?" Hammil asked, "Because I was thinking maybe of appearing as a civilian and..." "Later on that, Mac," the Major said as he waved off the point, "Return to headquarters and we'll debrief you later. Right now I've got some leaves to blow, so...leaf you later." "Word of advice, Boss?" Sandoval spoke up, "Better leaf the jokes to the professional comedians." "Yeah, and don't quit the day-job either," Hammil smiled as they started up their engine and headed back down the road to their appointed destination. "Everybody's a critic these days," Major Brookhurst snorted, then paused as he caught sight of another car approaching, "Uh oh...don't look now, Bob, but I think that's Shepherd approaching." "Right on time for once," he heard his aide speaking through his ear-piece, "Guess he also wants to ogle the Playmates." "I don't think he'll go away empty-handed this time, though," Brookhurst mused as he started up his leaf blower, "That boy shows real potential...just hope he survives long enough to get the goods on his story..." "Yes, Mr. Shepherd," Heather smiled pleasantly, "What is it that I can do for you now?" "Ah..." Rick glanced around at the posh office located in the middle of a pleasure mansion and wondered to himself if he could maintain a foothold on objectivity with so many comely distractions competing for his attention, "Yes...your secretary told me you agreed to an interview after I've been ringing your lines off the hook for the past week or so..." "Indeed," Heather replied, "And I was most impressed by your persistence. Normally I wouldn't even consent to an interview, but one fact about you interested me enough to overcome my usual objections." "And...that is?" Rick wondered. "That you claim that it was your car that provided the getaway vehicle that a certain pair of ladies used to avoid capture by the military," Heather replied, pointing to the newspaper laid out on her desk, one that Rick knew well as it was his article that was displayed in the column three space, "I find that a close encounter most unusual, that you would come so near to your objective yet continually miss her by what must seem like mere inches every time." "Um...well, timing never was my strong suit," Rick admitted, "But you...you seem to have gotten a lot closer than that..." "And it must rankle you considerably to know that she came to me instead of you," Heather remarked, inclining her head in token respect, "Not that I think it would be difficult to reason out why you have not, to date, appeared on anyone's radar, save only the para-military unit you encountered." "Ah...yeah," Rick winced, "Something like that." "Mr. Shepherd," Heather began, "I will not mince words with you. I am quite aware that you must feel that my magazine is a rather...questionable place for a self-admitted alien to make her debut, just as you might well understand why a former tabloid journalist would not be similarly entrusted in that regard, but there is no reason why there must be any antagonism between us on this matter. The essential truth is that you are a man in search of a story, a story that you believe can bring you the legitimacy that you once had but lost. That story happens to have fallen into my lap, and I intend to make good on this potential gold mine, but for me there is a larger issue at stake here beyond the considerable profits that I hope to reap through my close association with Mar- Sa..." "Marsha?" Rick blinked. "Mar-Sa," Heather carefully pronounced the two syllables, "It is a name that means 'Gentle Strength' in her language...or rather, 'Strength Gentle,' if you prefer to go by actual pronunciation. And yes, that is the name of your so- called 'Golden Girl,' or 'Ultra-Girl,' as the papers seem so insistent on labeling her these days..." "Is this for real?" Rick asked, "You're not feeding me a line or..." "I understand your skepticism," Heather replied, "But I am totally serious. Mar-Sa is from a planet called Wolframa, which is roughly six hundred light years from Earth. Her race is a parallel branch of the human species, apparently the product of advanced genetic engineering that was performed somewhere over fifty thousand years ago, and though this may all seem like a poor man's fantasy novel, she really is the descendant of a space-faring colony that may have been planted upon her world as a sort of Terraforming experiment by the ancient culture we know of as Atlantis." "Whoah, slow down a minute there!" Rick pleaded, "This is all on the level? Atlantis? We're not just talking science fiction?" "Believe me when I say that the entire story sounds like pulp novel-era science fiction," Heather replied, "But yes, this is straight from the source herself, and you can quote me on that. Mar-Sa has allowed me the honor of becoming her publicist, but you can have the honor of being the first journalist to publish the essential elements of her story. I give this information to you free of charge in the hopes that you will impress upon your editors that there is a much larger story just waiting to be told when my magazines hit the newsstands in another month or so, to provide the full exclusive." "And you're just giving me this?" Rick asked, "Why?" "Two reasons," Heather replied, "The first being obvious, that once you spread the word of what the public may expect when they hear the full story that it will have a major impact not seen since the Sermon on the Mount. And two...I do believe that perseverance such as yours deserves to be rewarded. I can well understand what it is like to be alone and shunned as a pariah within your own industry, treated like a leper because the magazine you work for is regarded by many as little better than bird-cage lining, especially by the more 'respectable' publications." "Okay," Rick sighed, "Suppose I go along with that. Then mind telling me why a certified alien with superpowers just up and decided to pose nude in your magazine if she wants respectability in the first place?" "A fair question," Heather replied, "And my answer to it is...why not? Can you think of a better way of reassuring the public that, alien or no, she is still essentially quite human?" "Ah...well...maybe not," Rick grudgingly conceded. "I respect you for being up front and honest in your opinions, Mr. Shepherd," Heather leaned back in her leather chair and studied the brown-skinned man sitting opposite to her across a sofa, "But I have no shame about my magazine or the industry that I work for. I thoroughly believe in my late father's essential philosophy that pleasure and leisure are not moral sins, that indulgence in the senses does not corrupt the soul, and that religions and philosophies that teach the virtues of abstinence and shame are not enlightened modes of thought but rather the dross of ignorance that has afflicted mankind throughout the ages. Faiths that promise spiritual redemption through denial and renunciation are the panacea of the narrow-minded. I see no virtue in treating human behavior as something to be ashamed of. There is far more to humanity than the theologians have ever dreamt of in their dreary philosophies, and I offer as proof of this the historical fact that every puritanical culture that has ever existed sooner or later collapses from its own hypocrisy and self- delusion..." "Whoah," Rick pleaded, "Ratchet back a little on the rhetoric, you're preaching to the choir here! I've got no truck with Fundamentalism and I'm not here to get on your case, I just wanted to know why you were picked to be the messenger instead of some publication that isn't quite as...uh...controversial?" "Then my reply is the same as before...why not?" Heather smiled, "The women who appear in my magazine are well paid and get treated with respect within the entertainment industry, and what man of heterosexual inclinations would deny wanting to look upon a woman's body in as natural a state as nature herself had intended? Despite the pretense of piety that many might profess before family, friends and the public, it is perfectly reasonable for a red-blooded man such as you to be curious about our alien visitor, such as to ask yourself...how human is human? Or am I presuming too much about you, Mr. Shepherd?" "Ah...hey, I'm not gay," Rick nervously replied, then hastily added, "Not that I got anything against gays...I mean...well...it's just...HOLY MOTHER!" he sat up in his seat as a picture was dangled in front of his eyes in full, tantalizing and colorful detail. "You like it?" asked the pretty brunette who had ushered him into the office, "Feel free to keep it. It's only just a sample, and there's lots more where that came from." Rick took the picture in both hands and stared in amazement, seeing a golden woman surrounded in a halo hovering in the air with a cloudless blue sky and an ocean visible in the background. It took him a moment before he could speak again, and then all he managed to gasp was, "I can...publish this?" "With our compliments," Heather replied as the brunette circled around and came to sit along the side of her desk, slinking out in a none-too-subtle and highly sensual manner. "Looking upon that photograph, it is quite understandable why a man would give his right arm to be close to her, and I fully expect that you will continue your search for Mar-Sa even after the rest of the photo-spread is made public. Feel free to browse through the rest of the publicity package that I've had Cathy put together for your sake, it only hints at what more is to come, and for that...you will have to buy yourself a copy and read the articles that come attached to those pictures." "Unless you'd like to reserve a copy in advance," Cathy, the brunette playing svelte sex-kitten on the desk, chipped in brightly, "You could even chalk it up as a business expense..." "Make it two, one for my editor," Rick absently replied, "Harry'd never forgive me if I left him off the mailing list..." "Ah yes," Heather nodded, "One must always work to please your editor..." "And I keep working at it," Cathy shared a winsome look with her employer, then she coyly glanced back at Rick and added, "But if you think that picture's spectacular, wait until you read the accompanying article that's written by Marsha." "Huh?" Rick tore his eyes away from the angelic vision in the photo to stare at the perky brunette, "Say what? You mean...she writes? In English?" "She is a very fast learner," Heather replied, "And she wanted to publish a number of technical articles in Cosmos Magazine, and while some of her notes are a little too technical for most scientists of today, the basic gist of what she describes includes the conditions of her world, the known history of her people and the nature of the civilization on Wolframa itself. She also explains the politics there and how her people once had a thriving culture the equal to our own, only to make the same sort of catastrophic mistakes that we are making today, which makes her story a cautionary tale on the folly of environmental exploitation. She also gives a brief description on the functions of the teleportation unit that brought her to our world, and she goes into quite an extensive detail on trying to explain her powers and how they work to the best of even her understanding..." "All that?" Rick said blandly, "What, you mean to say that she's really a rocket scientist with a halo?" "Naw," Cathy quipped, "Her people haven't used rockets in centuries, they use anti-gravity on all their devices...comes in handy since where they live the gravity's a killer." "Now I've heard everything," Rick said, "And in my case I mean it. This is...way more than I was expecting, it's a lot to download in just one sitting." "I know the feeling, believe me," Heather assured him, "Now then, Mr. Shepherd, if that will be everything..." "Ah...not quite," Rick gave the blonde entrepreneur a harder study, "You've giving me this because you know it'll drum up free publicity and get people talking. If not me then there's probably a zillion other guys who'd line up around the block for this story...but I'm kinda wondering about this...deal you got going down with...Marsha." "You mean do I mean to exploit her and turn her into the latest pop idol phenomenon," Heather replied with a sober expression, "I'm afraid it is a little late to avoid that happening, but...you have no cause to be concerned about me. I know well the price that can be paid for a rapid rise to stardom and I intend to avoid the more unsavory aspects that come with celebrity status. Mar-Sa is a gift to our world who must be cultivated with time and patience to yield full benefits, and she is here for the long stay, so I will not permit her to become a prisoner of her budding fame and fortune. We are thinking big here, much larger than any project in our past, and that is why we must be careful in licensing both the name and prestige of a young refugee come to our shores seeking sanctuary and shelter. Be assured that steps are being taken even now to insure that Mar-Sa's privacy is well cared for. In fact, at the present she is in a special retreat preparing herself for her big debut before the media, which means that she will probably be much less available for a time to go off playing the hero." "A private refuge?" Rick asked, "Where?" "That's classified," Cathy answered, "We're sure you understand, but there's a strict 'no-Paparazzi' curtain being imposed around our client, and that will remain in effect until such time as Marsha decides otherwise." "What, is she off on an island somewhere?" Rick asked, "How the heck is somebody like her going to keep a low profile?" "You would not believe us if we told you," Heather smiled, deliberately leaving it vague while thinking about Kate Cross and her peculiar ideas about creating a "sanctuary" in the Napa valley. But one thing was for certain in that Heather Holberg was not about to doubt the wiry Jewish woman, there being that sort of air around the short-haired beauty that left one to suspect that she was more than capable of handling herself no matter what curve life might throw in her direction... "Oh man!" Phoebe groaned as she lay soaking in the hot tub, "Somebody come and shoot me already! That woman's a real slave driver..." "I agree that she is both strict and forceful," Mar-Sa replied from her horizontal position laying face-first on a towel next to the swirling Jacuzzi, one hand leisurely draped out into the water to sample its inviting comforts, "But I suppose that is what makes her such an excellent teacher. I am a bit amazed at how tired I am, however, considering my endowments." Phoebe opened a half-lidded eye to take in the appealing sight of her lover's curvy backside, but for once she lacked the energy to do anything about it, so instead she remarked, "Never knew how easy I had it around her. Katie never pressed me to do anything more strenuous than my share of the housework in the old days. Now it's like she's turned into Captain Kamikaze, and while the place may look spic and span, I feel like my hands are worn to nubs with permanent wrinkles..." "Not that bad surely," Mar-Sa softly mused, only to blink her eyes as she heard a wooden panel slide back while a pair of stealthy footsteps move into the room, even as the panel slid shut again, informing her beyond question that Kate Cross had just joined them. All at once she heard a ruffle of silken robes being shed, followed by the slight movement of air being displaced, then all at once Mar-Sa felt a pair of bare feet land soundly on her backside, pressing her further down onto her towel with a slight rush of air as she gasped, wondering if her teacher was intending to attack her. To Mar-Sa's considerable surprise those bare feet began to walk over the strained and tired muscles of her body, soothing nerves and easing pressure- points as Mar-Sa gave a light groan and all but collapsed under the wave of pleasure this soon caused her. "Katie?" Phoebe looked up in amazement. "At ease, Students," she replied, continuing to walk all over Mar-Sa, much to the latter's immense delight, "You deserve some time off, so I'm here to help you relax a bit. Tell me where it hurts the most, Marsha, and I'll work the kinks out of you in no time." "Ooooooooohhhh..." Mar-Sa groaned faintly, "Oh my...that is good...yes..." "Thought you'd enjoy a little massage," Katie grinned, easily balancing herself over the tough-as-leather smooth surfaces of the golden woman's body, "Big as you are you carry a lot of weight around your back and shoulders. I know just where to go to get you to relax in comfort, so sit back and enjoy while I teach you a little something about your body. You see...even a normal human body has energy channels that sweep through and course throughout your entire nervous system, so if you study that flow of energy you can learn to sense the strong and weak points and how to channel your energy in a more creative manner." Phoebe watched in dull amazement, well knowing what it felt like when Katie walked like that on her own back, but quite taken with the expressive manner in which Mar-Sa was reacting, so much that at length she felt compelled to speak up, "Um...Katie?" "You'll get your turn, just wait," Katie assured her. "That isn't it," Phoebe said somewhat carefully, "It's just...you're doing a really, really good job arousing Marsha..." "That's the idea," Katie replied. "Right," Phoebe said, "Only...there's something you ought to know about Marsha and what happens when she gets this excited..." "What do you mean?" Katie asked, only to give a mild squawk as she suddenly found herself rising up into the air, along with every other loose object in the room, including Phoebe's wash basin. Mar-Sa was not even aware that she was summoning her telekinesis, her body glowing from within as she started to experience a small-but-powerful climax, her body clenching on the ground while her hands were pressed down and she started writhing uncontrollably, the wave of intensive pleasure causing a slight thrash that resulted in a mini-shockwave erupting all around her. The moment passed and gravity righted itself once again, and the naked Katie barely had time to catch her balance on the floor before giving a startled, "What the heck was that?" "A sonic clap," Phoebe replied, having sheltered her own ears in anticipation, and now uncovering them as she sensed the moment of excitement was slowly fading, "Marsha's body gives off a really intense glow when she gets a little too aroused, and it causes a change in the air pressure, or something like that. It's pretty much an automatic response, but it leaves you in no doubt when the Big Event has just happened." Katie was round-eyed, "She does that...every time she has a climax?" "Not always," Phoebe reassured her mentor, resting her chin on her arms as she leaned out of the bath to smile at both Katie and a panting Mar-Sa, "But you have to go slow the first time, not rush into things with heavy foreplay. Took me a while to figure out that you got to start basic and gently work your way up to the moment. Marsha's nervous system is extremely sensitive and she can feel things more acutely than we can, so it doesn't take a whole lot to get her started..." "No kidding," Katie stared at the golden woman with renewed appreciation. "Ah...thank you...that was wonderful," Mar-Sa sighed, her body going limp once again as the moment of intensity was replaced by a delicious languor, "Sorry if I startled you, but like Phoebe says...I do kind of get a bit carried away during lovemaking..." "I'll try and keep that in mind," Katie noted, "Of course I'm even more amazed that you two could be doing this for so long and Phoebe's still able to walk upright." "It's a trick, I'll admit it," Phoebe smiled, "But you taught me a lot about foreplay, and I...well...we kind of figured things out through a lot of trial and error. You see, Marsha's got these really sensitive points that you've got to stroke in a certain way, and when you get her going just right you can ease her up to the next level without causing her to glow like that, and when she's good and ready you can do oral sex without her sending you into orbit." "I'm the one who usually goes into orbit when you do me, Phoebe," Mar-Sa smiled, "Your technique is...most excellent...and I can see now that you had a most excellent teacher." "Flattery will get you somewhere," Katie smiled, her regard for the glistening alien increasing along with her own budding attraction, "So...what's she taste like, Phoebe?" "Like heaven and cream and all things sweet and tasty," Phoebe grinned, "Of course you oughta see how far she jumps when I use a vibrator..." "Phoebe," Mar-Sa said mildly, blushing profusely as memories flooded her about that most delightful of Earth inventions... "Safer to use a dildo than to lose a finger, huh?" Katie asked as if not noticing the way the alien girl's skin flushed a more burnished shade of gold. "You got it," Phoebe leered, "Face it, Marsha, you've got a body that was made for loving..." "Look who is talking," Mar-Sa gently leered back, "I love playing with your body, and though you are soft and fragile, you have excellent responses and I love the taste of your nipples." "And I love it when you go down on me and stick that juicy tongue up my..." Phoebe started to say. "Ah...I think if we're gonna continue this then we all had better take a nice, hot bath together," Katie decided, glancing at the golden alien, "You do like to take hot baths, don't you, Marsha?" "Are you kidding?" Phoebe snorted, "When Marsha takes a shower she usually does it scalding. Guess it takes a lot more heat to warm up that super-dense body of yours, huh?" "All it takes to warm me up is you, Phoebe," Mar-Sa assured the other girl as she got up and crawled to the edge of the sunken bath, then was about to step into the water when she was stopped by Katie. "Uh-uh, young lady," Katie insisted, "You don't go into the tub while you're hot and sweaty like that. First you clean yourself up and only THEN do you step into the furo..." "Give her a break, Katie," Phoebe urged, "She's not Japanese, she doesn't know any better..." "That's no excuse," Katie insisted, "And while you both are my students you are going to do things in the Japanese manner. I do take it you had the sense to clean yourself off before you soaked yourself, young lady?" "Of course," Phoebe replied, "I know what a fuss you make if I step in while I'm hot and dirty." "Good," Katie said, "Then you can help me by giving Marsha here a thorough back- scrub." For once Phoebe did not feel like disputing the matter and grinned, "Can I also scrub around her breasts?" "You can scrub anywhere you like," Katie leered, "Especially if I get to do it to her too." "Hey, I ain't selfish or nothing, Katie," Phoebe said as she rose up out of the swirling water, "I know house rules about sharing a guest, if you don't have any objections, Marsha." "Object?" Mar-Sa blinked, "Ah...well...no..." "I was hoping you'd say that," Katie grinned, indicating a small wooden stool set off to one side, "Come and sit down here, then we'll get started, and let's see how good you clean up with a good scrub." "Um...okay," Mar-Sa said, submitting herself to being pampered by the two women while having the curious sense that her exclusive relationship with Phoebe had just been tacitly broadened to include Katie. Several minutes later left her in no doubt of this, though Mar-Sa was surprised to discover that she did not mind being touched in an intimate way by the shorter, dark-haired woman. Katie had good hands, strong fingers, and a certain sense of confidence as she explored the most private areas of Mar-Sa's well- formed body, and before too long she was feeling excited and sexually aroused once again, but without the overpowering waves of uncontrollable intensity that could make her lose control and react without thinking. If anything it felt even better when both Phoebe and Katie were doing things about her skin that made the towering Wolframan flush with growing excitement, submitting herself utterly to their joint efforts and tender mercies. Mar-Sa was feeling the delicious warmth of being held and caressed by not one but two lovers and was only mildly shocked when Katie paused in her labors to fetch a bucket of cold water, which same she doused over Mar-Sa. "There you go," Katie said, "Now you're clean enough to hop into the Jacuzzi." Mar-Sa did not need to be told twice and was all too happy to allow Phoebe to draw her into the tub, at which point she gave a contented sigh and sank into the inviting warm waters, to be joined moments later by an equally eager Katie. "Enjoying yourself so far?" Katie asked when the three of them had settled in together. "Oh yes," Mar-Sa agreed, "Thank you..." "Heh, don't mention it," Katie grinned, "I've been wanting to do that with you from almost the moment we met. I just wanted to make sure it was safe first, and now that I've got a better idea of how Phoebe's been able to avoid walking around in a full body cast..." "You've gotta understand something, Marsha," Phoebe said, "Katie taught me almost everything I know about sex, and it's thanks to her that I was able to show you that first night, but...well...the thing you've gotta keep in mind about me and Katie is...we're not...completely exclusive..." "Right," Katie said, "Standard policy in our place is that if one of us brings a date home it's with the express understanding that the other can put the moves on her anytime she likes. I wanted to wait until I knew that it'd be all right in your case, though, since I was pretty sure that Phoebe..." "Katie," Phoebe said, "How can you say that? You know that I love you! I would have let you make love to Marsha at any time, but I just wanted to know it was all right with Marsha..." "Oh...it is all right with me," Mar-Sa assured them both, "Now that we all know each other, well...it seems so natural being with you, Katie...um...I mean, Sensei..." "Katie will do when we're relaxing like this," Katie reassured her, reaching out with a hand to fondle one of Mar-Sa's generous breasts, "We don't have to be formal here, even if you both should consider this as a part of your training." "Training?" Phoebe arched an eyebrow. "The human body has certain needs that must be balanced if you are to remain healthy and have all of your energy centers working properly," Katie explained, using her hand to touch Mar-Sa's solar plexus, "There are seven Chakras that you need to need to be aware about in Ninjutsu, the one right here is the Sun center, the place just below the heart where spiritual energies can gather to heighten your awareness and prepare yourself for danger. Down here..." she moved her hand lower to just around Mar-Sa's abdomen, the space that humans referred to as a "Belly Button," and then she said, "...This is the Lotus center, the place where your energy gathers to charge the body for sudden bursts of psychic power. And down here..." she gently slid her hand to caress Mar-Sa's loins, which caused the golden woman almost to jump with her excitement as Katie added, "...Is the Chrysanthemum, the sexual center of energy throughout the body. Here the creative power gathers between your legs and rises up through the Lotus to the Sun center...and from there it moves to the throat and up the spinal column into the brain and beyond, completing the circuit..." Her hand moved up Mar-Sa's body to touch each place indicated, then rose up to caress her face before tapping a finger on the part of her forehead directly between her eyes, at which point Katie said, "And this...is the Eye of God, or Third Eye, the Saiyajin. This is where psychic energy gathers to give us greater awareness and knowledge of events both past, present and future. It's also, in your case, the filter that takes in your Biosolar Ki force and channels it down the line into the rest of your Chakras." "Whoah," Phoebe stated as she saw and felt the way Mar-Sa reacted to these caresses, but then she said, "That's only five areas, though. You said there were seven." "I did indeed," Katie replied with a gentle leer, moving her hand up again to hover in the space above the golden wires that were atop Mar-Sa's head and she made a fist as if in illustration, "Right here is the God-Center, a ball of light that hovers a few inches above the head, the seat of your Soul Consciousness that represents your higher self. You see, a human body does not contain just one soul but rather many layers of soul energy surrounding a Monad. The Monad is the core of the Soul, the essential seed or kernel that forms the center of our innermost being. Each layer of soul energy that surrounds that is like another you laid one level on top of the other, forming at last the greater Soul image that is your ultimate incarnation." "Uh...Katie?" Phoebe said, "This all sounds awfully mystical, New-Age stuff. Exactly how does this count as training?" "Bear with me," Katie said, "You see...in Western thought there is belief in the body but not the soul, that one is real and the other is imaginary, and only that which you can see and touch can be proven to exist. But in Eastern thought it's the soul that's real and the body that's the illusion. It's all about energy fields, whether we're talking about photons, atoms and particles or waves of energy that take the shape of solid matter but are really just a bunch of empty space through which vibrations travel..." "I understand you, Katie," Mar-Sa said, "And you're right. Solid matter is no more real than energy that composes it, and energy is the foundation of the Universe. That was established with the proof of the Quantum Etheric Space-Time field..." "Exactly," Katie said hastily, cutting off yet ANOTHER lengthy scientific dissertation from this walking encyclopedia of highly advanced technical information, "The point is...there is another you that you project outwardly from your being, and it is energized by the Biosolar radiation that saturates your pretty hide, Marsha-chan. Now...indulge me for a moment," she reached down with both hands and took one of the younger woman's golden legs, then stretched it out of the water, taking the foot in one hand and holding it up for examination, "This is one half of the last of the seven Chakras, the foot or Foundation." "The feet are a psychic center, Katie?" Phoebe asked. "Hey, try standing up without them," Katie smiled, unable to resist running her fingers along the sensitive nerves of both instep and leg, which caused Mar-Sa to arch her back and give a gasp of exclamation, "You see? All the energy of the body flows from the feet up into the body, just as that same energy can flow down the arms and through the hands, completing an entire circuit. The energy that trickles down from the head goes through the body and into the feet, causing you to become like a living circuit bridging the gap between heaven and earth. And this means that this energy has to flow uninterrupted through each of the separate Chakra centers linking the head to the feet, including..." "The sex organs!" Phoebe said brightly, catching on to this with ready exuberance. "Bingo!" Katie declared, pausing to kiss Mar-Sa on the foot before lowering the leg back into the water, "You see what I'm saying here? Without the sex organs the circuit can't be completed, just as the energy must flow through the heart and lungs to reach in either direction. That's why it's important to have a healthy amount of sex in your diet, just like food, water and air are important to remaining healthy." "I see what you are saying," Mar-Sa smiled, "And it makes perfect sense to me. Thank you, Sensei." "You're welcome," Katie leered, "That's why we're going to be including sex in your training. The best way to get the most umph out of your powers is to see that all your psychic centers are well balanced, and there's nothing that can do the trick half as good as a good fuck, I always say." "Hear, hear!" Phoebe cheered, "I second the motion!" "Naturally the same goes for you," Katie eyed her erstwhile roommate and gave a particularly lascivious expression, "And since there's no time like the present to get started on your training..." "I understand you, Sensei," Mar-Sa smiled, "And I am ready to learn what you have to teach, thank you." "Oh, believe me, Student," Katie softly averred, "When it comes to this kind of training, the pleasure is all mine...and then some..." 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