Super Soldier 2

Tags: Breast Expansion, Ass Expansion, Lactation, Mind Control,
      Super Powers

Note: Inspired by the Deadpool movie.

"Wind speed... 4 kph. Coming from 45 degrees from true
north. Range... 3 clicks." Hanna spoke softly as she
peered through a set of high tech field glasses. She
and Alan had set up camp a few hundred meters below
the crest of a hill. Three kilometers away from them
was a small log cabin.

At the sound of her voice Alan leaned over and
peered through the massive telescopic sight on his
gun. He reached forward and adjusted the sight slightly,
compensating for the new wind reading. "Thanks."
he said.

Hanna wondered if she should say something about the
absurd range. She knew that the longest officially
confirmed sniper kill had flown only 2.5 kilometers
before finding its target. The flight computer in her
spotters equipment was factoring the Coriolis effect
into its calculations. Still, Alan had been insistent,
and he was the expert.

"I have movement." It was a few hours later, and Hanna
had just seen a door open. She might be the worst shot
in the batch of fresh warrior slaves, but her pleasure
trance made her an excellent spotter. She could scan
the horizon for hours without allowing her focus
to laps. At first Alan had tried to force her to pass
the binoculars to him every half hour or so, but she
was stubborn, and he had to admit that her focus
never seemed to waver.

"Where?" He said softly, rolling over to his gun and
pulling it snug against his cheek.

"Right door just opened." She said. She had updated
him on the wind conditions five minutes before, so she
did not say anything else. He had all the information
he needed.

Hanna felt tension hanging in the air. Minutes ticked by
and nothing seemed to happen. Then, suddenly, two green
targets flashed out of the door. "I make two." She said.
Now it was up to Alan to knock them down before they
made it to the end of their tracks and disappeared.

Hanna plunged deeper into her trance. Her focus narrowed
to the targets and Alan. She could hear the air moving
slowly through his lungs. In a pause between his
heartbeats his rifle roared. One of the targets went down.
A moment later a .50 caliber bullet tore through the
second target.

"That's both of them." She said. Alan just continued
peering through his telescopic sight, making sure
that there was no more movement.

After a moment he seemed satisfied, and looked up.
Hanna was packing up her gear, but his attention was
drawn to the dents in the fabric of her combat
suit. They had each been provided high tech tight grey
body suits. The bullet proof suits took on the color of
their surroundings, and could be configured to hold in
body heat. They were extremely comfortable too, something
that Alan was not always used to with protective gear.
The thin fabric wisked sweat and grime away from
the skin. There was no stretch to the suit, so it had to be fitted
very carefully. Hanna had sent hers back twice before
she was satisfied that it allowed her full range of
motion. The result was a garment which hugged her
body like a second skin. The fabric was quadruple
thick around her breasts to hold them in place,
which made it especially impressive that her nipples
had managed to dent the fabric. Everything about
the woman seemed to be unreasonably powerful.

Alan had managed to remain focused while they were
setting up the shot, but now that there was no task
to hold his attention he could not but be distracted
by Hanna's body. His mind wandered back to the
shower. Hanna's nude body danced before his mind's
eye and he felt himself grow hard. He shook his head
and tried to think about other things. "We should
get going."

Hanna turned to look at Alan. She smiled faintly
at the sight of his eyes flicking up from her chest
to her face. Her nipples grew even harder. "Oh,
we don't have to go right away. Why not enjoy the
day. We aren't due back for another 24 hours."

"Why not." He said, breaking down his rifle.

"Hey Alan."

"Yeah?"

Hanna looked at him sideways. "Did you get something
besides chimp DNA?"

"I beg your pardon." The phrase fit his accent perfectly.

"In the treatment. Did they give you something else?"

"I have no idea what they gave me. It hurt like hell
though."

Hanna put her hands on her knees. The action forced
her breasts together, and Alan was no longer able
to maintain focus on her face. Hanna felt a pang
of amusement at his distraction. "It's just that
you don't seem to have gotten as strong as the
rest of us, but you're a better shot than sniper
school can explain."

Alan pried his gaze away from her nipples. "I have
gotten much better. Those shots were not nearly
as hard as they should have been. It's like I've
had a ballistics computer in my head ever since
I finished my treatment. My sight has gotten
much better too."

"I figured it might be something like that.
I'm not all chimp either you know." Her eyes
seemed to boor a hole in him.

Alan gulped. "What else did they hit you with?"

"You ever wonder why I look like this?" She brought
her hands to the bottom of her breasts.

He cleared his throat. "A few times."

She grinned. "I bet you have. They mixed some bovine
DNA in to reduce the pain and let me handle a more
intense course of treatment. I'm not sure how it
worked, but it seems to have."

Alan did not seem to have anything to say, so
Hanna reached up and started slowly unzipping
her suit. Cleavage just kept coming until
she let the zipper stop between her nipples.
"I think it had some unintended side effects."
As she spoke her chest started puffing out of
the tight suit. Alan watched with his mouth agape
as the biggest pair of tits he had ever seen
grew before his eyes.

Hanna smiled to herself as she gave her milk
glands their head. There was no room in her
restrictive combat suit, and the pressure had
rapidly become quite intense. Her hands hung
at her sides, but the zipper started to climb
down under the onslaught of her growing assets.
The zippers slow pace rapidly increased as it
passed the peak of her mountains. With a pop
it shot down to just below her naval. Her chest
grew faster and faster, and it was not long
before her suit popped all the way open, baring
her swelling breasts to the air. Hanna's was
thoroughly in the grip of a pleasure trance.

Alan felt his dick throb. He was transfixed by
the sight of the beautiful woman transforming
before him. "Of course, my boobs are a bit
bigger than any udder I've ever seen." Hanna
said. It was only then that Alan noticed the
little beads of white at the tips of her
nipples.

Without ever really deciding to he leaned in and took her
nipple in his mouth. The creamy milk tasted amazing. Hanna
gasped at the felling of his lips closing around her.  With
a sigh she let down the milk in her left breast. He gulped
as rapidly as he could, but could only barely keep up with
Hanna. Hanna was surprised to feel her pleasure trance
change as he drank. She could feel it brushing up against
another mind, his presumably. She poked at it curiously.
Unsurprisingly he seemed consumed by lust. The idea of
inspiring lust in the man suckling at her breast turned her
on so she allowed her focus to linger on his lust. It was
not long before she found that she could stoke it. With
fascination she fed the flames of his desire until he was
absolutely wild. The whole time she willed him not to
cum, wanting the experience to last as long as possible.

After ten minutes Alan stopped drinking. "I can't take
any more." He said, breaking away. Hanna's left breast
was just as full as when he had started drinking. The
uber busty woman pressed her breasts together. She could
still feel a fading connection to Alan's mind. Looking
directly into his eyes she let go of the grip she was
using to keep him from orgasm. He nearly blacked out
from the pleasure of the experience.

When he recovered a bit Hanna was nude from the waist up.
The arms of her suit were tied around her waste, and Alan
noticed that her chest was still much larger than usual.
She was eating one of the high energy bars that they had
brought with them. "Man, I'm hungry. I probably should not
have made that much milk." She shouldered her pack, which
looked more awkward than usual given her enlargements.
"Lets go."

Not knowing quite what else to do, Alan trotted to
catch up. They stopped to set up camp five hours later.
It was dark and cold, but if the dropping temperature
bothered Hanna she gave no sign of it.

When Alan finished cooking Hanna said, "Thanks." and grabbed
the whole pot. He was having trouble concentrating around
her, so he did not say anything when she proceeded to
wolf down the whole pot right in front of him. The warrior
slaves all had prodigious appetites, so one serving was
enormous. Alan was impressed that Hanna had managed to
get both down. "That hit the spot. Sorry I had to eat
everything. It's just that we don't have much food and
I made too much milk by accident. Don't worry, there's
plenty for you to drink."

Alan finally mustered something to say, "Thanks. I was
wondering what you were doing."

Hanna walked over and straddled him, fitting her nipple into
his mouth.  This time she only let her milk out
in a trickle. She wanted to draw the moment out a bit
more. Alan's lust was still there, but it was no longer
quite as strong. Sifting through his mind Hanna found
an intense fear of the pain of the collar, and a yearning
for the pleasure it could bring. When looking through
older memories she found a desire for order and hierarchy,
a legacy of his military past.

As he drank Hanna kneaded the twin knots of fear and desire
that the collar had placed in Alan's mind. At first she
planned to get rid of them, but that proved difficult, and
she found it easier to dull them if she mixed them with the
lust he felt for her. She worked to gently reshape his mind
for an hour or so, asking him to switch breasts every so often.
When Hanna pulled her nipple away from his mouth for the last
time she wondered what the effect of her manipulations would
be.

She did not need to wonder long. When she said, "Clean up the
dishes." all he did was gulp and nod.

Hanna woke the next day to find that Alan had already made her
breakfast. He had made no move to eat himself, and just sat
and watched as she wolfed down the meal. When she was finished
she directed him to sit down against a tree and sat down on
top of him again. She let her milk out as a trickle again.
Hanna was pleased to see that her changes from the night
before all seemed to be in place. Still, there was work that
could be done to cement things, and she set about instilling
herself in Alan's mind. Under her mental manipulations his
image of her grew to become that of a fearsome sex goddess.
She was at once terrifying and alluring. He loved and feared
her in equal measure. Reinforcing it all she spun girders
of his need for hierarchy and authority. Eventually he
was full and she sat back, pulling her overripe bosom away
from his face. Her chest had lost a little mass since
it's zenith on the hill, but it was still to large
to fit in the cavernous confines of her suit.

Lunch proceeded in much the same manner, minus the cooking.
After Alan finished drinking Hanna walked over to a tree
and allowed her breasts to gush milk. He made a small noise
of displeasure at the sight of Hanna's bounty going to waste,
but he understood the need for it.

"Mistress, when will I be able to drink from you again?" He
had started calling her Mistress after breakfast that morning.

Hanna slipped her arms back into her suit. "I don't know. If they
send us off on another one of these practice missions. And don't
call me Mistress where anyone can hear it." She hated to tell him
to stop calling her Mistress; the sound of the title set her nipples
buzzing. Sometimes she felt a little guilty for having broken Alan
so thoroughly to her will, but she reasoned that he was just trading
in one master for another. If she ever got free of this place she
was sure she would be a kinder owner than they were. She could not
help but wonder if she would have given up on completely freeing
him so easily if it were not for her new fetish for domination.

Alan watched Hanna's shelf like ass sway back and forth as she walked
over to pick up her pack. She shrugged it on and zipped up her suit.
His chestnut haired goddess walked on down the trail, leading
her first slave behind her.

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"Good job Hanna. You really have a talent for this." Sax was inspecting
the groups from her latest round at the firing range. He thumbed a
button on his phone and Hanna felt a surge of pleasure from her collar.
She rode the surge of pleasure without letting it consume her.

Sax watched Hanna's impassive face with fascination. He had never seen
anyone so unaffected by the pleasure of the collar. She clearly felt
something, or her nipples would not be forming bumps in her shirt
as he watched, but aside from that involuntary reaction she
did not seem to be impacted at all.

Sax had not been afraid of a trainee in a long time, but Hanna
made him uneasy. When he looked in here eyes he could not see
any of the fear or desire that the collar always managed to
instill in a trainee after a few weeks. Still, she
followed his orders without complaint, so he had no explicit reason
to worry. Her physical power and combat skills made her
scary enough, but the speed with which she was improving as
a marksman and solder was even more frightening. If she kept
improving at this rate she would be better than most of the
others in her group before long. On top of all that she had
a body that made Marilyn Monroe look like a little girl.
Sax found himself frequently distracted by Hanna's form,
and the degree to which she could effect him made him feel
like he did not have control. Sax only trained women rarely,
and he had never been given charge of one who was even
approaching Hanna in attractiveness.  Even if he ignored her
body, her face was breathtaking.

Not for the first time, he wondered what sort of treatment they
had given her. He had seen pictures of her before the treatment
in her personnel file, and the change was remarkable. She had
been pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way before (if you ignored the
body which had been bodacious even then), but the treatment
had transformed her. Her face had taken on an aristocratic beauty.
She looked haughty and haunting even with her hair pulled into
a tight pony tail and her face dripping with sweat. Of course
the transformation of her body was even more remarkable. Her
large breasts had become massive. Her ripe ass had swollen into
a firm traffic stopping mound. Even her hair seemed to have taken
on a luster not present in any of the surveillance photos, and
Sax knew for sure that she could not have been treating it all
that well given the schedule he set for the trainees.

Hanna placed her pistol back on its place on the rack. She
felt a pleasant buzz in her nipples and pussy as Sax switched
his focus from her erect nipples to her ass. He was not doing
as good a job at hiding his attraction as usual, and she
wondered if it had anything to do with her deeper than usual
pleasure-trance. She had been trying to test her pheromone
hypothesis for the last couple of days. So far she seemed to
be making progress.

"Do you want me to go to the gym now?" She asked, looking
back over her shoulder.

Sax realized that he was staring at her ass. "Uuuh. Yeah.
Go ahead."

Hanna felt a touch of amusement at his embarrassment.
"Great." Then after a moment. "Do you mind if I come
to your office tonight to ask you about some knife
work?" It was an unorthodox request, and seeing the
way that Hanna was looking at him Sax was suspicious
that she wanted to talk about more than knife work.
When he did not say anything Hanna turned back towards
him and ran her hands over her breasts, stopping at
her prominent nipples. "It's no big deal though. I
can always ask you tomorrow." With that she sauntered away,
letting her wide hips sway a bit more than usual on the
way out.

Sax caught up with her half an hour later. She was in the
middle of bench pressing 5000 pounds, so he waited until
she had finished her set. Even in a gym designed for enhanced
muscles the amount of weight that Hanna was moving around
was absurd. Her arms looked like twigs next to some of the
really muscular men who were in the gym, but she was
benching more than any of them. When she put the bar
back on the rack and sat up Sax said, "You can come to
my office to talk tonight."

Hanna nodded and said, "Thanks." Her chest was heaving
from the exertion of her workout, and Sax noticed that
her nipples were growing hard again. He wondered if it
had anything to do with her plans for that night.

When Hanna showed up in Sax's doorway she was wearing
nothing but a pair of spandex boy shorts and a u-necked
sports bra. The grey bra was made out of the same
fabric as the combat suits, and it must have been
made with the same process because there was a familiar
looking zipper down the front.

Sax felt himself stiffening at the sight of Hanna's over
ripe body. "What did you want to ask me about?" He said.

Hanna took a slow half step into his office. She raised
her hands above her head to tug at her pony tail. The action
thrust her chest out, adding emphasis to her figure. "I've
been thinking about drawing a hidden knife, and I'm not
sure what the best way to do it is." She pulled the hair
tie off and let her lustrous hair cascade down over her
shoulders.

Sax nodded, "Where are you keeping the knife?"

Instead of answering Hanna's left hand flashed to
the zipper of her bra. At the same time her right
reached into her cleavage and pulled out a practice
blade. "I was hoping you could help me figure out
how to draw that fast without touching my zipper."
She said. The zipper was open to a few inches above
her nipples. She had gone from showing six inches of cleavage
to over a foot.

Sax just stared as Hanna took another step towards him.
"You see the problem is that if I unzip my bra, even
a little, it might come undone during a fight." Sax
was not sure, but it looked like Hanna's breasts were
puffing out of the bra, as if it was to small for her.
It was much to small he realized as she took another
step closer. It was odd because he could not imagine
the quartermaster issuing clothing of the wrong
size, especially in such a special case. She took another
step and the zipper on her bra started creeping down.
Two more steps and it made it past the peak of her tits.
Sax could only goggle as the bra burst open with explosive
force.

Hanna allowed herself a little self satisfied smirk at Sax's hypnotized
face. He could no more look away from her breasts than he could
lift a battleship. She released more pheromones into the air and
kept walking forward, rolling her hips, "You can't look anywhere
but my tits, huh? I've seen the way you stare at them, at me. You
must want to lick and suck on them so bad."

Hanna settled herself languidly on Sax's lap. Her milk swollen
breasts engulfed his head without any effort on her part.
She could feel his mind against hers even before she touched
him, and she immediately began filtering through it. The knots
of fear and desire left by the collar were there, though not
nearly as fresh as they had been in Alan. Sax had a background
as a spook, so his need for hierarchy was not as developed as
Alan's. *This will be harder* Hanna thought to herself.

Sax's lips eventually found Hanna's nipple. At first she did
not let any milk down, content to let him suckle at her
dry breast. Already she was braiding his lust for her together
with the old fear and desire left by his own training. The
prospect of dominating the man who had controlled her for the
last couple of months set Hanna's pussy buzzing. She squirmed
her hips back and forth atop him. Finally, she let down her
milk.

The bridge between their minds suddenly strengthened. Hanna
was a bit surprised by how much stronger it was with Sax than
it had been with Alan, but it might have had something to do
with the pheromones she was pumping out. She took full advantage
of the stronger connection. Under her mental grip Sax softened
and bent. She transformed from a slightly scary trainee
to a terrifying sex goddess in his mind. His lust for her
was heightened to a worshipful obsession, and she wove a
terror of disobeying her deep into his very being. Her milk
was only coming out in a trickle, and she had turned him
into her slave after just fifteen minutes.

Hanna did not let up until Sax was bursting. Every drop of milk
that passed his lips deepened his dedication to her. She spent
the entire time worming her way as deep into him as she could,
stripping away his individuality wherever she found it and replacing
it with the incandescent will to serve his new goddess.

When Sax could take no more Hanna got off of him. She stood
over him imperiously, "Sax, can you shock you own collar?"
She asked.

"Yes." He replied calmly.

"Then do it." She said.

He reached over to his phone. "Yes, Mistress." He said and
thumbed a button. He twitched and gasped underneath her for
a few moments before the pain subsided. "May I know what I
did wrong?" He asked.

Hanna forced her breasts back into the bra. They were still
to big for the garment, but with her strength she was able
to get the zipper to a few inches above her nipples. Her
breasts ballooned out of the top. "Nothing. You did everything
right. Tell me, are you the only one keeping track of
us?"

"Well there is a surveillance group that keeps track of the
whole compound, but they don't spend too much time focused
on trainees."

"Can you delete the footage of tonight?"

"No. There are backups which I don't have access to."

"If a video of you sucking my tits surfaces are there
likely to be consequences?"

"For me, possibly, but it seems unlikely. People are
going to fool around, even here."

Hanna tied her hair back into a pony tail. "Now, you
mustn't call me Mistress where it could be heard. And
don't treat me any different than you did before."

Sax grimaced, "But Mistress, you should be treated with
respect." Hanna just cocked an elegant eyebrow.
Sax gulped and nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"How soon can you arrange for me to be alone with each of
the others in my class? Out of sight of a camera." Hanna asked.

"I can just schedule some more training missions. I could have it
done in a couple of days. Who do you want first?"

Hanna smiled, "How about Fritz." The former artillery officer had
been eyeing Hanna a lot lately, and she figured she should give
him what he wanted.

"Done. Anything else?"

"I want you to relax the dress regulations when it comes to me."

"Ok."

"One last thing. You aren't going to like this one."

Sax looked at her seriously, "I will die for you."

Hanna took a moment to savor the fervor in his voice. "I don't need
anything that dramatic. I want you to shock me at the lowest level."

Sax set his jaw, "Please, Mistress, I hate the thought of hurting you."

Hanna's eyes flashed, "Your place is to obey. Not to question."

A flash of fear painted itself across Sax's face. "Yes Mistress." He
said and reached for his phone.

Hanna was riding a strong trance from the pleasure of domination and
she plunged deeper now. When the shock came it nearly ripped her from
the trance, but for the first time she managed to handle it. Sax watched
in awe as Hanna stood totally unaffected by her collar's blow. Hanna
smirked, "It takes more than that to hurt me. Keep shocking me at
the lowest setting. Do it at random times throughout the day."

Hanna sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying.

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"This is stupid. I thought we were done with these." Fritz complained as he
shifted the massive log he was carrying from his left shoulder to his right.

"Oh come on. It's not that bad." Said Hanna. Looking at her Fritz decided
he might not have that much to complain about. The woman was carrying two
logs, each bigger than his. Her breasts and ass bounced as she ran,
which certainly made for a welcome distraction. She was wearing nothing
but spandex shorts which failed to cover even half of her butt and a
bra which left the whole upper half of her breasts bare. It was hot
out, but still, Fritz was not sure that Hanna needed to strip down
quite that much. He was not going to complain.

A few hours later Fritz trotted up to clearing where they were to leave
the logs. Hanna sat on top of one of her logs, legs dangling off the
sides. It was insane how much endurance and power that woman had.
Sweat ran down the tops of her breasts, and beaded on her legs.
In his exhausted state Fritz had a hard time remembering not to
stare. She stood up, setting her breasts to bouncing. "Glad you
could make it Fritz." She said.

"Fuck you too." He said with amusement.

Hanna strutted towards him. "What now?" She asked. Fritz was
constantly aware of Hanna's body, but her words focused his
attention instantly. He was frozen as she walked over to him.
When she started unzipping her bra he let out a little moan.

Pheromones were billowing off of Hanna's sweaty skin. She smiled
as she felt her mind establish an initial connection with Fritz.
It was only the third time she had done this, but already it felt
like an old habit. In a smooth motion she finished unzipping her
bra and let it fall to the ground.

Without knowing why Fritz walked over to Hanna and took her
nipple in his mouth. Hanna let out a sigh as his lips closed
around her. She did not have any milk in her breasts at the
moment, but she could produce enough to keep up with the
German former artillery officer without any real effort.
Rather than flooding him with milk, she only produced
a trickle to give herself more time to work with his
mind.

Shortly after she had begun the feeding Hanna felt a shock
slam into her. The collar's neural whip would have brought
her to her knees just a month ago, but now it was a minor
annoyance. Hanna had commanded Sax to increase the power
to medium recently, as she learned to adapt to the lower
setting more quickly than she had expected. Soon not
even the lethal setting would be able to harm her.

An hour later Hanna zipped her bra back up. Fritz was
staring at her breasts intently. "Come on. We should
get back."

Fritz remained silent. *That's odd.* Hanna thought to
herself, *I might have broken him.* She seemed to grow
more powerful every time she reshaped a man's mind,
so it was not out of the question. "Fritz. Come over
here." She said.

He let out a small whimper and obeyed. Hanna grabbed
him by the back of the head and shoved his face into
her cleavage. She still had a firm mental grip on him,
but she wanted a stronger one if she was going to try to
repair the damage. Taking a second look she realized that
she might have gotten a little carried away. Fritz was
no longer capable of having a thought besides one worshiping
Hanna. He had become a total shell, devoid of all ability to
think for himself. Hanna tried to roll back his obsession a
little bit, but it was no use. She was too deeply ingrained
in his psyche. *Its a good thing I was not this strong when
I was working on Sax.* She thought. It would have been very inconvenient
to turn such a visible figure into a husk. At a bit of a loss
for what to do she gently stroked the back of Fritz's head for
a few moments.

After a little while she started adding layers of coping mechanisms
on top of Fritz's demolished mind. When she was finished she
gave a mental order for Fritz to stand up straight. The dullness
in his eyes had been stripped away to a degree, but Hanna was
worried that he might not be able to pass for the way he
was before.

"I want you to listen to me very closely Fritz. It is very important
that it looks like nothing has changed. I need you to treat me
exactly the way you did before today."

He nodded, "Yes Goddess."

Even though she was worried the sound of the word stiffened Hanna's
nipples, "Just call me Hanna."

Where Sax had resisted disrespecting her Fritz just obeyed. The
concept of resisting Hanna was completely foreign to him. "Yes Hanna."

Hanna sighed, "It will have to do."

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With Sax's help Hanna got each of her classmates alone over the course
of the next couple of weeks. Each time she bared her breasts to a
new man she was better at grabbing hold of his mind than the last time.
She became able to establish contact earlier and earlier, until she managed
to begin reshaping Kua Lau even before he had taken her nipple in his
mouth.

Hanna considered making a move to escape immediately, but after talking it
over with Sax she decided that the odds of success were too low. Even with
her abilities it would be difficult to bust their way out of the heavily
fortified compound.

Instead Hanna threw herself and her slaves into training. They had already
been working hard, but she now pushed them harder than they would have
thought possible before the importance of obeying their Mistress became clear.
For her part Hanna found that her trance made finding the will to train
as easy as breathing.

Her trance left her with little need to sleep, so she had more time
to spend at the shooting range, or in the gym. She found that her
ability to rifle though the minds of her slaves made learning from
them much easier. Her shooting ability went from climbing rapidly to
rocketing up. After a few months she got the point where she could
place a pistol shot to within a centimeter of her target at the weapon's
maximum range every time. Her skill with a rifle had gotten nearly
as good as Alan's despite his extra enhancements. Her neatest trick
was the ability to wield two pistols independently with just as much
accuracy as a single pistol.

She had learned how to replicate the mind splitting trick she had stumbled
on in the shower, and immediately found a good application for it. She could
assign one mind to each arm, with a third to manage the movement of her
body. When she really wanted to crank things up she would add two more
minds to act as target finders for each arm. With her gymnastics background
she was able to flip around like a whirlwind all while calmly knocking
down targets. She could generally place a bullet in 40 to 50 targets
assuming they were distributed uniformly around her before she landed after a
corkscrewing flip. She had had to ask Sax to get her guns which cycled
fast enough. It seemed that the compound was used to providing weapons
which catered to unique abilities because the result was four large
black pistols with lightning fast mechanisms.  They had extra thick
handles to carry enough of the .45 caliber rounds that Hanna preferred
to keep up with Hanna's prodigious fire rate, but she still had
to carry plenty of extra clips. Hanna kept a pair in concealed holsters
under her breasts, and a pair on her hips. The big guns made prominent
bulges at her sides, but were totally concealed by her big breasts.
She could also conceal a broken down light sniper rifle between her
breasts, but she did not often do that. She preferred to use the
storage capacity to hold extra clips (she could fit up to 20 in her
cavernous cleavage without any sign of what she was carrying).
