Prologue:

No one knew how it happened. An act of God? Aliens from outerspace? A science experiment that went out of control? The only thing that was known for sure was that a bright light seemed to descend on a section of the college campus infusing 46 students with a bright light. 30 young women and 16 men collapsed and were rushed to the hospital. They all recovered and discovered over the next several days that they were transformed. They each seemed out of sinc with the way time flows on earth, so that they seemed to be quite a bit faster than an ordinary person. They could each run at speeds up to 75 miles per hour at a sprint and they were many times quicker than an ordinary human. Even more amazing, each of the 46 “wonders” were made very hard—they were virtually impervious to damage. They each had normal strength and still needed to breathe and to eat and sleep, but they had skin that seemed as tough as steel.

The 46 youngsters each went their own way. Many worked for the government, many others became heroes or heroines. For some reason, each of the youngsters who were affected was unusually attractive. There was much speculation in scientific circles about whether this was a coincidence.

Elizabeth was wearing a very short skirt, and high heeled sandals. Her long legs seemed to rise up forever on her 5’7” body. Her thin waste and flat stomach could easily be seen by the way the little skirt hung on her hips. Her blouse was cut high and showed off her midriff and her pert, large breasts. Her long brown hair hung down to her shoulders. She had a lovely, innocent face with small features and big blue eyes. It was a hot summer day, and she was just leaving the ice cream shop with her friends.

Elizabeth was a senior biology major. She was also one of the “wonders” one of the 46. Unlike many of the others, she did not join the government, nor did she become a heroine. She wanted to finish school before deciding what she wanted to do with her life and with her powers. Only a few close friends and family members (and the government agency that kept tabs on the 46) knew that she was one of the chosen “wonders”.

After walking a block, she left her friends who were going a different direction and continued walking along by herself. Unbeknownst to the young beauty, she was being watched from a car parked along the street. Two men in the care are carrying on a conversation while watching the coed cutie.

“Are you sure that she’s one of them?”

“I told you—that’s her”

James “Jimmy” Mitchell had been in the FBI for several years when the assignment came to work undercover keeping tabs on the 46 students at the college. He had gotten a job as a janitor and had worked on campus for 3 years. He hated every minute of it. Forced to be a janitor when he was a college graduate. Forced to watch all those beautiful girls who would not give him the time of day and would laugh at him. Now, since most of the wonders had graduated or soon would be, he expected to be reassigned. Instead, he was told that he was being laid off. When a representative for the world’s most expensive white slavery ring contacted him and offered him $500,000 for info on one of the wonders, he did not say no.

“And you said that none of them are really any stronger than a normal person—then how come they clobber people?”

“They are very fast and they are very hard. It’s like their bodies are extra dense. Think of a metal bar moving fast—one of their punches will do real damage. And with their speed, they get out of most situations.”

“But they do have vulnerabilities?”

“It’s like I told you. They are hard to hurt—but a .45 magnum at close range will create a bruise. They breathe like everyone else. And they have normal strength. If you execute your plan, it should work. ”

The white slaver smiled grimly and spoke into a walkie talkie. “It’s a go—she is coming in to position.”

As Elizabeth walked into the garage, she headed for her car. She didn’t pay any attention to the van parked next to it. As she walked between the vehicles, a man walked up behind her and a shot a .45 with a silencer right into the back of her head. Elizabeth was momentarily stunned and stumbled to the ground. The van doors opened and two men quickly jumped her. Before she could recover from the blow to the head, they had wrested her arms behind her and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. As she began to recover and to struggle, she found herself held tight by one the men, while the other sat on her shapely legs. She began to cry out, but her sounds were muffled by a small cotton towel held over her mouth and nose.

“MMMF….HMMP”

As she gasped for air to yell again, she began to feel lightheaded. She realized too late that the cloth was soaked in chloroform. She continued to struggle, but the two men (with the help of the third) had her in too tight a grip for her to move. Her cuffed wrists didn’t help. And she was growing weaker by the second. Elizabeth found it hard to focus and soon was making little moaning noises as her beautiful blue eyes rolled up in her head. With a final shake, she went completely limp in the arms of her captors.

“Quick, get her in the van.”

Once in the van, she was tightly bound—at the shoulders, her wrists bound to the small of her back. Her lovely legs were bound at the ankles, above and below the knees and at the thigh. A collar was placed around her neck that was shackled to a clip that had been specially built into the van’s interior. As the van pulled out of the parking garage, the bound unconscious beauty was helplessly on her way to her new owner.