Amazons’ Adventure (Anya’s Odyssey 3) Retouched
By MagnusMagneto ( www.magnusmagneto.com )
Approximately 7,700 words
Version 1.1
Cover art by JINworks
1.) Shortly after Chapter 2
The map had six circles on it. Presuming that each circle led to a separate gemstone, that meant there were six gemstones total. If one stone could yield enough power for someone to literally run across the United States and survive a full barrage of bullets from Anya’s modified firearm, Lyris could only begin to imagine what another five would do. For better or for worse, Lyris was about to track down another gem, and was supposed to deliver it to Anya.
There seemed to be no way around it. Lyris would board Anya’s second private jet and travel to the predetermined location. She thought of ways to potentially rebel, but they ultimately seemed moot. At best, she could destroy the plane once it was mid-flight, or even hijack it, but this plan had no real end goal. Regardless of Lyris’s actions, Anya would travel to the other locations on the map and would become even stronger. And if she visited all of the locations on the map, there was no telling how obscenely powerful Anya would become. It was in the Lyris’s best interest to take what she could. At the very least, she might escape with her life intact.
On the other hand, Anya’s plan confused Lyris. Why didn’t Anya just simply kill her and obtain the other gems herself? It would have been far safer, and likely wouldn’t have taken that much longer. After all, each gem would make subsequent gems even easier to find – presuming that they each increased the finder’s strength further. If anything, allowing Lyris to obtain even a single gemstone added a great deal of volatility to the plan. Despite their intelligence, both of the women did not understand the full extent of the gems’ power, or how they precisely worked.
For all Anya knew, Lyris could end up more powerful than her. Maybe some of the locations on the map didn’t have gems. Maybe they would have other artifacts with different properties? Perhaps some would simply be duds. What if Anya visited an empty location while she found a gem? What if that happened again, and Lyris ended up with the majority of gemstones?
Then again, Lyris did have the only gemstone before, and Anya still came out ahead. The older woman was likely banking on the theory that she could simply steal the gemstones from Lyris through sheer force of will, even if the younger woman ended up with more of them.
The whole situation boggled Lyris’s mind, simultaneously thrilling and terrifying her.
Anya’s secondary personal jet was luxurious to say the least. Lyris hadn’t realized that an airplane could be so ornate and functional at the same time. She presumed that the main plane decorated even more elaborately
Lyris shifted around in the seat. Despite being far larger than the standard seat of a commercial jet, it was still too small to properly accommodate her bulky form. She was made painfully aware of her large muscles. ‘Well, I may have lost the gemstone, but at least I still have this awesome body,’ she thought. While her muscles were less effective than when they were enhanced by the gem, she was still far stronger than any other regular human being. She glanced down at her forearms and tightened her fist, thick cords of muscle bunching up in response, “Pretty beefy…” she murmured.
She looked up at her arms, which were exposed in her skimpy makeshift tank-top. Absentmindedly, she flexed her right bicep, watching the muscle swell with power; a network of thick, blue veins erupted from the its split peak. She glanced down at her abdomen, most of it exposed by the ill-fitting garment. Even while sitting, the thick muscles protecting her waist were impressive and daunting. Her attention shifted to her legs – the main source of her current discomfort; they were so thick, powerful, and huge that they didn’t fit in the seat. Had this been a commercial plane, she likely would have spilled over onto three seats.
Lyris lazily raised a leg and watched the dense chords of muscle in her quadricep bunch up in response. She lifted it straight up, smirking at how flexible she was. Despite their immense muscularity, she could easily kick over her own head. After moving her leg around a bit, tensing her calves and watching them jut out, she placed it back down.
Lyris woman thought about Anya, who not only possessed larger muscles than her, but now had the gemstone enhancing her. The blonde’s loins ached as she envisioned Anya’s power and the time she spent pleasuring the older woman. Her mind drifted to the transfer of the gemstone – she felt even deeper arousal along with frustration and anger. Paradoxically, Lyris loved the concept of Anya stealing that power, but hated actually losing it.
All of this brought Lyris to the brink of sexual frustration. She glanced around the plane, it was, of course, entirely empty aside from the pilot who was tucked away in the cockpit. Could she get away with…? It’s not like there was anyone else to stop her, and even if the pilot somehow knew, there was nothing he could do. With a shrug, Lyris unbuttoned her shorts, slid them down, and got to work on herself.
The self-love session was intense. Lyris hadn’t attended herself since before obtaining the gem. To her delight, her enhanced size and musculature allowed her to apply pressure with speeds that she only dreamt of. Her mind continued thinking about Anya, that unstoppable hulk of a woman. Lyris considered Anya obtaining more gemstones, becoming even greater and unstoppable. She shook herself slightly. ‘No, I need to be the one with the power,
she thought.
Lyris knew this affirmation was true on multiple levels. She not only needed to be the one with the power for her own satisfaction, but for her safety as well. ‘I might love Anya’s body, but there’s no telling what she’ll do to me if she has the upper hand,’ she thought, shivering a little. Lyris recalled how Anya stole the gemstone from her, how she did it through sheer force of will. She knew that it happened because Anya viewed herself as more deserving of the power. In turn, this meant that Lyris needed to convince herself that she was the one that should be stronger.
Still pleasuring herself, Lyris continued to imagine the gemstone, but focused on it empowering her, not Anya. She imagined pound after pound of muscle materializing onto her frame; she dreamed of growing larger and more menacing by the moment; she envisioned the power of the gemstones strengthening her muscles; she visualized obtaining all of the gemstones – each one increasing the efficiency of her muscles even further. If Lyris were to survive, she had to become a goddess.
Between the provocative fantasies and constant self-stimulation, Lyris eventually climaxed, letting out a guttural groan of ecstasy. The captain heard her, but it didn’t matter – there was nothing he could do about it, except enjoy the show.
2.) Meanwhile – Anya’s primary aircraft
Anya sat in a jury-rigged throne of multiple seats smashed together. Her trusty butler and confidant, Chuck, was personally piloting the plane. Their destination was the Antarctic. Anya had considered sending Lyris to this location but wasn’t sure if she would survive the trip – not without a gemstone in her bosom at least. While Lyris was far stronger and sturdier than the average person thanks to the Goddess’s Blood, traversing the Antarctic without proper equipment might have proven too much. Instead of taking any chances, Anya would handle that task personally.
Despite her destination, Anya still wore next to nothing. Her extravagant form was on full display – wearing skimpy clothing more akin to an ornate decoration fit for an empress. She was even larger than Lyris, though not by too much. Her veins pulsed a deep purple, her blood infused with magical properties from the gemstone.
Like Lyris, Anya couldn’t help but admire herself during the flight. She flexed her right arm, staring at it intently. “Easily 30 inches in circumference,” she muttered to herself, tracing her finger along the insanely deep split in the center of the bicep’s head.
Anya’s mind drifted to thoughts of what fun she and Lyris would have with the other gemstones in play. Her surface-level plan was to steal all the stones from Lyris in the same manner she stole first one. But a scenario in which Lyris kept one or two was also appealing. Anya enjoyed the concept of having a super-powered but subservient partner that would do her bidding and pleasure her until the end of time.
Ever since obtaining the gemstone, Anya had heard dark whispers in her mind. They were a mixture of multiple languages. She could decipher some of the words, but others were of tongues that even she had never heard before. Anya presumed they were of a forgotten civilization, or simply magical in nature. Despite only understanding some of the dialect, the messages managed to impart meanings to her. They urged her to seek out more power, and to take her rightful place as the world’s true goddess.
Any mere mortal would have been enamored with the honeyed phrases, but Anya kept her ego in check. While she would do everything she could to become a goddess, she was not ready to trust the strange messages. She’d allow them to lead her towards the gems, and use the power of the artifacts, but would remain in control of her faculties above all else.
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At last, Lyris’s flight had reached its destination. Without a word from the captain, the plane landed, and the doors automatically opened. “Guess I can take a hint,” Lyris muttered to herself.
“Where am I anyways?” she said before surveying the area. Then it hit her: sand. Aside from the runway of the private airport they were at, Lyris’s entire field of vision was full of sand. “Ugggh, time to wander around a desert I guess,” she sighed before leaping from the jet, foregoing the use of stairs, her muscular quads bunching as she landed.
Lyris closed her eyes and recollected the map – she intuited that she was near the mark in Africa.
She monologued internally, ‘But where am I gonna go? I don’t have any equipment at all. The map is only in my head, and the marking on it covers a pretty large area. Last time I wandered the Himalayas for days… I don’t have time to waste, every moment that passes, Anya is that much closer to her next gemstone. And Anya has better equipment than me, along with the power from the stone already in her possession. Think Lyris, think!’
Her eyes still closed, Lyris breathed in deeply and focused on sensing her surroundings. She envisioned the vast expanse of the desert, imagining where the shrine could be. Lyris realized that the vast majority of burial tombs had been excavated at this point. Of course, these shrines didn’t seem to be tombs of any kind. Either way, Lyris suspected that similar to the last one, the gemstone must have been thoroughly tucked away.
She kept focusing, imagining where the gem must be. That’s when it came to her, more whispers like those she had heard earlier. Lyris still didn’t understand what the words were, but she had a feeling she couldn’t shake – that she needed to travel twenty miles north-east.
It seemed like such an illogical thing to do – simply following a hunch after hearing a voice in her head, but Lyris figured she had few other options. She could either follow this instinct or aimlessly wander around; she chose the former.
Any normal person would have paced themselves, ensuring that they didn’t run out of energy reserves in the unforgiving expanse of the desert. Lyris had no time for such qualms. She needed to obtain the next gemstone as quickly as possible. Her only chance at survival was to obtain more gems than Anya.
Lyris ran ahead at full steam, kicking up a tall trail of sand in her wake. Her powerful legs jettisoned her ahead at speeds rivaling an Olympic sprinter gold medalist, combined with the endurance of a marathoner. ‘If only I had that gemstone! Then I’d be there in no-time at all!’ she cursed to herself.
Despite these misgivings, Lyris still managed to run at a sustained 30 miles per hour in the scorching desert sands – a superhuman feat. Eventually she reached the destination that her instincts drove her towards. There were no markings, no landmarks, nothing; just more sand in every direction.
Well, shit. Now what? Lyris thought to herself. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wonder for long, as she felt the sand beneath her quake – a sinkhole forming under her feet. She considered running away, but another whisper ran through her mind, and she sensed that it was telling her to have faith. Finding the next gemstone before Anya was her only hope for survival. Lyris took her chances.
Lyris started to sink into the shifting sands, the ground beneath her slowly swallowed her with each passing moment. She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand as she fell deeper into the earth.
A few moments later, half of Lyris’s lengthy torso was swallowed by the soil. ‘Well, either I’ll become a goddess or die trying. Not too dissimilar to my Himalayas expedition really,’ she thought, smirking as the remainder of her expansive torso disappeared from sight.
Before long the sand reached Lyris’s neck. Then her vision turned to black.
3.) Meanwhile – The Antarctic
Chuck’s piloting capabilities were commendable to say the least. He managed to land directly on a frozen tundra, which was over a hundred miles closer to the marking on the map than the nearest airport. Landing here was also important to help maintain secrecy – they had no desire to explain their business in the Antartic, nor draw attention to Anya’s superhuman form.
“Madam, are you sure that you can survive the weather wearing that?” Chuck asked as he prepared to send Anya off. He covered himself with layer after layer of fortified clothing in anticipation of the frigid temperature outside.
“Chuck. You’ve been of great service to me for many years. But haven’t you learned that doubting me is pointless by now?” Anya asked, shaking her head.
“Fair enough,” Chuck replied, slightly bowing his.
“I think you should have a taste of my power to help lay your doubts to rest.” Anya took a long stride toward him, instantly closing the gap. The difference in their physiques was staggering. Chuck had lived through Anya outgrowing him during puberty, eventually becoming far stronger and fitter than him. He had also observed Anya’s initial transformation from the Goddess’s Blood. But the difference was no longer between that of an elderly man and one of Earth’s physically fittest women – no, it was now a comparison of a mere human and a goddess.
Anya stood well over a head taller than Chuck. She had to hunch over inside the relatively cramped plane – had they been outside, a true comparison could be made. Her upper torso appeared to be three times as wide as his and developed to an unfathomably greater degree. Her deltoids alone were each comparable to his entire head, with their own straited valleys of muscular definition. Within Anya’s left leg alone there was more lean muscle mass than Chuck’s entire body.
“Wh-what do you mean madam?”
Anya chuckled warmly, “Don’t be nervous. You should know by now I would never harm you Chuck.” She brought her arm down in front of him and tensed it; the resulting eruption of muscle was larger than Chuck’s head. “Go on. Feel my bicep Chuck.”
His hands shaking, Chuck reached up and did as she ordered, wrapping his frail, wrinkled fingers onto the lusty limb. The contrast in their flesh alone was shocking: Chuck’s pale and brittle skin, against Anya’s, brimming with vitality and energy – never ending eternal energy at that.
Merely being in proximity with Anya’s skin made Chuck’s appear diminished; as if the last vestiges of life within Chuck should be transferred to Anya, further adding to her glory and splendor. Such a transference was impossible, and ultimately pointless – whatever little life-force Chuck could offer would be negligible in contrast to the vast reserves that Anya’s form commanded.
Chuck squeezed the Anya’s arm futilely, drawing comfort from the fact that the one he served and watched over all of these years was now utterly indomitable. There was literally no way that Chuck could physically harm Anya – not that he would ever dream of doing such a thing. Anya understood this well and wanted to drive the point home.
Anya retrieved a large knife from her pouch, “Take this knife,” she said, gripping the blade with her hand, pointing the handle toward him.
Trembling, Chuck reached up and grabbed onto it. Anya let go and he carefully held it. “N-now what?”
“Stab me.” Anya ordered with a cruel smirk. The words made Chuck tremble even further.
“M-madam!”
“Chuck. I’m ordering you to stab me in the abdomen. Do you understand?”
“But…”
Anya’s gaze narrowed, her voice deepened slightly. “Chuck. Stab me in the abdomen. Now.”
“Alright…” Chuck brought his hands up and slowly plunged the blade towards Anya’s thick, bulging abs. As the razor’s edge met her skin, he couldn’t sink it any further; it was like pushing the blade against steel.
“Now pull it out and stab me,” Anya demanded. “Do it.”
Chuck gulped. He decided it was best to not anger her. He lifted the knife and brought it down with more force. Once again, as the tip met Anya’s skin, nothing happened; in fact, the knife bounced off.
“H-how!?” he sputtered.
Anya laughed. “Try harder. Give it everything you’ve got.”
Driven by curiosity more than anything else, Chuck brought his hands back and struck Anya’s torso with all his might. Again, nothing. The tip merely become lodged inside one of the thick abdominal muscles. Chuck let go, his hands still shaking. The knife remained in place; not a drop of blood trickled down.
Anya continued to laugh as she removed the blade for him. A small hole remained where the knife once was, but within seconds the wound closed.
Wordlessly, Anya opened a compartment in the plane and retrieved a magnum revolver. She opened the chamber, ensured it was loaded, and turned the safety off. She placed it in Chuck’s hands and brought his aim to her torso.
“Now, fire the gun,” Anya ordered.
“An-Anya… I could never…”
Anya put her hand on top of his. Chuck was still trembling profusely, but the overwhelming warmth and power emanating from Anya’s grasp calmed him slightly. She placed her finger onto the trigger, “Ready?”
Before Chuck could respond, Anya pulled, and the gun fired. Other than the loud noise and scent of gunfire, nothing changed. There was no blood; Anya was entirely unharmed. A small mark remained on her body, but within moments it disappeared – leaving no trace of the blast.
“See,” Anya started calmly, “Nothing to be afraid of Chuck. Your beloved Anya has become a goddess.”
“You always were one madam.”
Anya smiled. “Do you understand Chuck? This is what I am with a single gemstone in my possession. I am going to obtain a second one. Then a third, a forth, a fifth, and finally a sixth. Nothing can stop me with one gem, yet I will acquire even more. Now stop worrying, and instead focus your thoughts towards what I already am, and what I will become.”
Chuck shuffled around a bit.
Anya giggled, “I see my presence is more effective than any other aphrodisiac could hope to be. Well, we are still incompatible sexually, but I won’t hold it against you if you relieve yourself once I depart on my mission.”
Chuck’s face turned red and he cast his gaze downward.
Anya continued, “For now however, finish dressing yourself, so I can leave without harming you.”
Chuck nodded. After he bundled up, he opened the plane’s doors, letting a breeze of frigid air into the compartment. Despite his preparations, he still felt chilled to the bone.
Not Anya however. She laughed in the face of the freezing temperatures and said, “See, I don’t even have any goosebumps.”
Chuck peered closer to verify her claim and was shocked to find it was true.
“Now Chuck, like we discussed before, you need to be ready for takeoff. There’s plenty of supplies here. If, for some reason, I don’t return in 24 hours, you have my permission to leave.” This statement was unnecessary. Even if she never returned, Chuck would remain steadfast, waiting for her. His existence had little purpose without Anya in it. He had been her personal servant for so long that he was unsure what he would without her.
Anya recalled the map to her memory, cross-referenced a GPS, and knew precisely where her destination was. She bid Chuck farewell one last time before taking off – perhaps the first person to ever run at full sprint on a snowy tundra; certainly the first to do so with the blistering speeds she employed.