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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: jimoct2000 on April 03, 2010, 12:48:31 am
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Stories in this collection:
#Ist STORY: Elena
Velvet Crush
The Personal Assistant
Swiss Mountain
My Fantasy: Candy
Elena
by jimoct2000
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I had been something of a loner all my life; I was approaching middle age and had never settled into a
relationship. The reason for this was fairly obvious to me; although I obtained some satisfaction from a
normal relationship, I could only obtain real satisfaction with a woman who would dominate me physically.
Consequently I had become more and more obsessed by the fantasies I could experience via my interface with
the virtual world.
I knew, of course, that I could pay for the sort of experience I desired. The idea though that the experience
would be short lived, with little opportunity to experience a genuine rapport, had always put me off. At least,
that’s how I rationalized my inability to expand my horizons, although at a deeper level lurked the fear of
pain and the fear of discovery.
Things were about to change; my father had died when I was a teenager and now my mother had passed away. Her
passing was a very sad experience; I had no other living relatives, and suddenly felt alone in the world. On
the other hand it was a liberating experience; there was no one left to disapprove of anything I might do and
I had inherited a considerable legacy.
I decided that I had the opportunity to seek the life I had denied myself so long; I didn’t need anyone’s
approval. I moved to an area where I was completely unknown and began my search for a companion.
I wasn’t looking for a professional, essentially acting a part, rather I wanted a woman who was strong and
enjoyed the exercise of power. I had a lot to offer such a woman; a life with financial security and the
opportunity to indulge both our fantasies. I therefore started to advertise in the personal columns of
newspapers and magazines for a life companion. I described myself as honestly as I was able and tried to
describe my ideal partner in a way that was not too explicit. Rather than describe the woman I had in mind, I
would include phrases such as “must have a strong personality” and “likes to feel in control of her life”.
I had lots of replies, but my reluctance to express myself properly meant that a large percentage were nowhere
near the kind of woman I wanted. A few came near but as one would expect, fell a long way short of my fantasy.
I would often try to spread my net further by discussing my real requirement with women I contacted who showed
any kind of understanding.
This approach finally paid of when a woman told me about her friend Elena. She was described as being so
powerful that any man she came close to would eventually lose his nerve and disappear. I was given her address
and wrote to her explaining my situation and as much as I dared about what I was seeking.
She wrote back and said she would pay me a visit to see if we had anything at all in common. She didn’t set a
date; she was going to turn up at her convenience.
Several days later, there was a knock at the door, it had to be Elena, I opened the door to a very pretty
looking young woman carrying a sports bag and wearing an anorak and casual denim trousers. She had longish
blonde hair, blue grey eyes, a delicate nose and full sensuous lips. The face seemed too delicate to belong
to the extreme physique I had anticipated and I may have displayed a fleeting disappointment.
However, she stepped in and announced herself as Elena, gripping my hand in a firm enveloping grasp.
“I can see you were expecting someone a little more imposing than I seem to be” she said, “however you will
soon see that my appearance is deceptive, I have to disguise myself somewhat if I am to avoid unwelcome
attention in the street”.
“I understand from your letter that your ideal companion would be heavily muscled, you are about to see that
heavily muscled doesn’t begin to do justice to the power I am hiding under here”. This simple statement set
my heart racing.
She removed the anorak and slipped the trousers down to reveal a light grey sleeveless dress, short enough to
reveal her knees and a few inches of thigh. Any disappointment I may have had evaporated in a gasp of
astonishment. Her head seemed impossibly delicate perched atop a gargantuan display of muscle. She had flexed
nothing, yet the muscles in her neck, shoulders arms and legs bulged to an extent that would have frightened
Darth Vader. She exchanged her trainers for a pair of high heels; she could now look slightly down on me.
“Let me tell you about my approach to men, what works for me and how that will give you an experience you will
never forget”. “The first thing I always do is to hold a man so he is absolutely trapped, nothing moves unless
I decide to move it”. “I can see that you doubt my ability to do that, well look at this”. She powered her
arms into a most muscular pose, every muscle in her arms and chest exquisitely defined and inflated to a size
I had never imagined possible in my wildest fantasy. She pursed he lips, blew a little kiss, turning my blood
to water.
“Then I like to demonstrate my ability to cause intense pain, with the slightest of movements, a muscle flex
or an innocuous twist of a limb”. “The terror in your eyes is my reward, turning you into a quivering jelly,
with casual ease gives me an intense pleasure”. “I haven’t touched you yet, but I can see that the prospect of
experiencing my power is having a profound effect”. “The idea that I can reduce you to this, with a few words,
is turning me on almost as much as the imposition of my physical dominance will”.
“I am guessing that you are over you’re initial disappointment”. “If you are in a mood to enjoy my muscle,
then I should warn you that I can do anything I like with you, there is nothing you can do to stop me”
“Sit down beside me” she said, “don’t be afraid, everyone feels intimated at first, obviously muscles of this
size can inflict any amount of pain, but usually I hold back on the pressure to produce the level of fear I
need to see”. “Not much point in frightening you to a level where you can’t function”.“Now, move closer, so
that you can begin to confront your fear and replace it with an anticipation of the pleasure I intend to
provide”.
“I have studied the reaction of men to my muscle for quite a while, and have developed my own style of
domination”. “Most men cannot live with my satisfaction at their fear; it is a real pleasure for me to induce
a look of terror on their faces with a casual squeeze or twist”. “Sit on my knee and I will show you how
easily I can control your body and your mind”.
I sat on her right thigh with my legs dangling between hers. She placed her right arm round my back, pressing
my left arm into my side and holding my wrist in her right hand, she wrapped her left arm round my neck. She
pulled me in so that my body was twisted against hers, my head held in front of her face. I felt her muscles
tense slightly and realized that I was completely immobilized. Her beautiful innocent face gazed impassively
at me, seemingly completely indifferent to my attempts at movement.
“Now I will demonstrate how I can control your breathing, you will experience a feeling of panic and I will
experience delight in the fear I look forward to seeing in your face”. With that, she began to press her right
arm into my back, with no apparent effort or change of expression; she squeezed all the air out of my lungs.
She held me like this until I began to think I was passing out, I have no breath to shout and she is simply
pouting her lips as an expression of some inner lust. She must have produced the effect she wanted because she
eased backed and allowed me to fill my lungs. She then repeated this, and proceeded to demonstrate how she
could make me breathe fast and shallow or slow and deep. All the time she is blinking slowly and running her
tongue over her lips, she appears to be contemplating a gourmet meal.
“You get the idea then” she said, “we both get turned on by your inability to resist me in any way”. “I
believe that this type of experience is very close to the relationship you hinted at in your letter”. I
nodded; I was too excited, nervous, and fearful to risk speaking.
“This of course is only the beginning; there are many other ways of exciting us both”. “You may for example
enjoy feeling my enormous muscles, if you are brave enough we can explore your resistance to pain, I could
lift you in a variety of ways and perhaps demonstrate the crushing of almost anything you can bear to lose”.
“Let’s begin by lying on the floor and we will see which way my capricious whim takes us”. “If the pain
becomes unbearable I will expect you to scream, tears alone will not stop me, I derive a deal of pleasure
squeezing tears out of a man”.
So I lay down and she covered my body with hers. She felt extremely heavy and pinned me easily by just
placing her legs down the outside of mine. She moved up and placed her arms around my neck. She rolled over
and continued to hold me round the neck. I felt as if I was drowning in a sea of muscle, she tensed her arms
and the sea froze. Small wrist movements grind her biceps into my head; tears appear in the corner of my eye.
I look at her and she seems to be regarding me with curiosity, I feel as if I am the subject of an experiment.
I feel her legs wrapping around mine, again the tensing of a few muscles causes a sharp pain in my hips. An
involuntary gasp produces a slight smile. At this point I feel that I am her instrument, she could probably
have me squeal the Blue Danube Waltz, were she in a romantic mood. I hope she isn’t a fan of Jerry Lee Lewis;
Great Balls of Fire would be her final performance on this instrument.
Suddenly she relaxes, I feel as if I have been reprieved. She turns me on to my side, pushes me down her body
and begins to rub my thigh into her groin. I can see the effect of this in a narrowing of her eyes and a
parting of the lips, the effect on me is more dramatic. She bends her arm and makes a fist; she inflates a
huge bicep, flexes her forearms and pounds the fist into her hand, inches from my face. This terrifying image
brings me to a shuddering climax and appears to have had an affect on her, as I feel her increase the length
and pressure of my thigh stroking on her groin.
She relaxes and places my hand on her bicep. She traps my fingers between bicep and forearm, as usual she
simply observes as she checks the reaction on my face as her bicep compresses my fingers. My fingers turn
white but mercifully she leaves the bones intact.
“Shall we check out your resistance to my thighs” she says. “Most men will endure a lot of pain if they can
experience the silky pressure of a woman’s thighs”. I have to admit the prospect is both terrifying and
exciting. “Don’t worry” she says, “the pain can be intense but lasting damage is a rarity”. “If it’s any
consolation, I will derive intense pleasure from grinding your face into; let’s call it, my pleasure centre”.
She stood up and indicated that I should lie on my back. She then laid herself face down on top of me,
supported on her arms with her head above my groin and her legs on my shoulders. She closed her legs, the
back of my head resting on her calves, the sides of my head enclosed by the portion of thigh closest to her
knees. She then used her calf to move my head forward, through increasingly large thigh muscles, towards the
most beautiful roundly muscled butt I have ever seen. She straightened her legs, lifting my head and causing
intense pain, she relaxed and pushed my head further until she could rub it across her beautiful butt. She
repeated this several times, intense pain followed by extreme pleasure. Eventually rubbing my face across her
beautiful glutes produced another involuntary climax.
“My turn” she said, turning me over so that my head was now trapped facing her vagina. I watched her thighs
expand and muscle definition appear as she almost caused me to lose consciousness. She then used her thighs
to manoeuvre my head until my nose was pressing into her vagina through her flimsy briefs. She raised her hips
up and down, rubbing my nose along her vagina, crushing me more as her excitement increased. Clearly my nose
wasn’t up to the job, so a slight adjustment and my chin made its debut as a surrogate penis. Several minutes
later she mercifully achieved orgasm; her thighs locked together shaking me into temporary oblivion. I say
temporary because I did survive, at the time I blacked out, survival seemed only a remote possibility.
I tentatively laid my hand on her enormous shoulder. She put her arm around the back of my neck, pulling me
forwards until my lips were almost touching hers. She pouted and grinned as I struggled to touch her lips
with mine. “Watch my bicep”, she said. She bent her wrist and her bicep bulged into my jaw, flicking her wrist
back and forth, bouncing my head around, seemed to give her tremendous amusement.
“Well you have experienced enough pain for a while, I would like you to see all of my muscles, and while you
are looking I expect you to imagine what they could do to you”. “In fact I would like you to come up with a
few of your own suggestions”. “You must have fantasized about the impact of muscles like mine on your weak
male physique”.
I sat on the couch; she removed her dress and stood in front of me wearing the briefest of white panties. She
turned around, bent her torso horizontally and pushed her firm round glutes into my face. She wiggled and
massaged my face, pinching my nose with the occasional flex.
“Stand up”, she said. She faced me placing her left leg between and began squeezing my thigh with her right.
The pained expression on my face prompted her to stop squeezing. “I love to see that pain” she said, “but I
don’t want to cause too much damage on our first day”.
She lifted her left leg; I rose in the air, grabbing her shoulders to keep balance. She moved my hands down to
her beautiful firm breasts, flexing her massive pectoral muscles, making them jump under my fingers. I
couldn’t believe the way she could keep me constantly on the verge of orgasm. There I sit, legs astride the
most massive thigh I have ever see, caressing her beautiful breasts.
She puts her right arm around my waist and her left behind my head. She lowers her leg, holding me in the air
with her right arm. She then moves my head towards hers, and this time she allows our lips to meet. She kisses
me and runs her tongue over my lips; the excitement is as intense as my first teenage kiss, an excitement I
never expected to feel again. The kiss goes on and on, I open my eyes and she is again looking at me with that
implacable look. I have the feeling that she could make me do anything she wanted simply by looking into my
eyes.
She eases back, keeping her face inches from mine. “What do you think?” she said, “Do I come close to your
fantasy, or am I perhaps a little too much for your male ego”. “Do you think you can live with muscles that
could destroy you simply because I might be in a mischievous mood”? I think she knew that this kind of talk
simply made her more irresistible as far as I was concerned. What she had said earlier about her ability to
inflict pain in a totally indifferent manner was unbelievably attractive, the casual control she exercised
excited me more than any experience I had ever had. It was possible I might not survive the experience, but
never the less I would do anything to keep her close.
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I like this, you have good muscle description, while I don't enjoy most domination stories, you wrote it in such a way where I could enjoy it because of the muscle and strength. k+!
Thanks for the kind words Jeremy. Strangely enough I didn't set out to write a domination story, like you I am more interested in muscle.This is my first attempt at any kind of writing and I was quite surprised at the way the story seems to dictate it's own direction.
My original idea was to write a story I could believe in, if the fantasy is too extreme then it doesn't work for me. Secondly I wanted a reason why a powerful muscular women might want a relationship with someone with my kind of muscle obsession. The only reason I could think of was that power might seem useless without the possibility to use it. It is fairly easy to imagine that muscular women could get a real kick out of male domination. Of course this is a male point of view, who knows if any woman thinks in this way.
I will post the next section.
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She suggested that I might like to take a break and we could perhaps share a bottle of wine and see if we could communicate in a less physical way. I was at a stage where I could only think about her muscles, but decided that conversation was necessary if I was going to persuade her that we might move our relationship forward.
So we opened a bottle and sat together on the couch. I said that she new a fair bit about me from my advertisements and from her friend, perhaps she could tell me how she had developed her body to such an astonishing level.
“Sure” she said, and proceeded to relate her life story. She told her story in some detail, and of course there was the usual banter that arrives with the removal of corks from wine bottles, but in essence this is her story…..
She was the second child in her family, her brother Robert was around two years older. She was a perfectly normal child growing up in a good environment. The only difference between her and her brother was that she appeared to be stronger than him. There was nothing freakish about this, where other children might be born with more intelligence than average and others a talent for music; she just naturally had more than average strength.
Her parents had noticed her picking Robert up and carry him around. Consequently whenever they had guests they might say “show Uncle John how you pick Robert up”. As a result of this, she realized that her party tricks made her the centre of attention, and as with all children she looked for ways to impress the adults.
She would try to pick up anything substantial that she found lying around, and as a result she became considerably stronger than children of her own age. In her mind a pattern had been set; if she wanted to impress adults she had to lift heavy things.
Until she became a teenager she had no obvious muscle development, yes her arms and legs were thicker than average, but no bulging muscle. At school she discovered that her strength gave her an advantage in most sports, she represented the school in almost everything she tried. The training facilities were good and she discovered weight training.
When she discovered that lifting heavy impressed her school friends, and more importantly gained the attention of boys, she was hooked. She began to spend all of her spare time lifting, increasing the weight all the time, leaving everyone in the school way behind, including the boys. Her muscles became well developed, and she noticed that a flexed muscle seemed to fascinate some of the boys to a level where they appeared hypnotized. She decided then that she liked the admiration and would increase her muscle size to whatever the natural limit might be.
As her muscles built to an intimidating size her self confidence increased, she noticed that she was not simply admired, but with a cold stare could inspire fear.
She found that a combination of a cute face and extreme muscle development ensured that she attracted boys who could overcome the fear. She soon found that she was much stronger than even she had realized. She could control the boys as she liked and would occasionally cause a scream or even tears if the usual teenage clinch became a little too passionate. She acquired the nickname “Crush”, and secretly liked the idea that her power was recognized and feared.
The collateral damage she caused did mean that most of the boys began to keep their distance and she began to date men. For her; men were a much more interesting test of strength than boys or weights. She found that men were no more able to resist her muscle than boys; however some at least had a higher pain threshold. She was beginning to realize that even a modest application of power, or just the display of a massive muscle, could make grown men tremble and produce a sexual excitement that she found irresistible.
Her needs were beginning to outstrip the supply of men. There were always a few who would suffer any discomfort to caress and feel the pressure of biceps and thighs, and occasionally she would simply take what she wanted, but she felt that the time had come to use what she had to give herself a better life.
I hoped that her appearance at my door was her first step on the path to that new life.
We decided that we had nothing to lose by spending a few days together, although it did occur to me that I could possibly lose a little blood and perhaps the use of a limb or two. I mentioned to her that some of the pain I had experienced was beyond the level required to scare me witless. She said that of course she realized that, but my knowing the ease with which she could hurt me would allow her to ease up, she new that my memory of her overwhelming muscle power would be quite enough. As usual the little smile and confident stare left me wondering if she could resist the pleasure of a terrifying crush.
This kind of talk coming from such a sweet innocent face was extremely disconcerting. The contrast between her face and the mountain of rippling bulging muscle was astonishing.
I had prepared a room for her, guessing that she might like some privacy, at least until we knew one another better. To be truthful I am not sure that I would get any sleep anyway if we shared a bed. She seemed happy with the arrangement, and I knew that when and if she decided to share my bed, there would be little I could do to prevent it, not that I wanted to of course.
“Before we call it a day, I would like to leave an impression in your head of the muscles you will be enjoying tomorrow”. “Don’t look so worried, I am merely going to show you how big they can get, I want you to see me in your dreams tonight”.
We both stand up and she moves up close, she lifts her arms and flexes her biceps in the classic pose. We are of similar height but I feel dwarfed by the width and depth of her chest. Her arms are simply immense, huge solid forearms, triceps and biceps. She pumps her muscles, huge veins trace paths across the enormous surface, and she has my rapt attention. “Why don’t you have a feel”? I start with her shoulders, huge balls of muscle, essential when you consider the power that could be transmitted from her arms. Moving down over her biceps, the delicate skin somehow containing that immense power, the rock hard muscles moving back and forth, stretching my fingers, I begin to tremble. She clearly enjoys my reaction, shock and awe should be her epitaph.
“We should have a little chat about what we need from each other” she says.
“I adore your muscles; I want to touch them, admire them, see them in action and of course experience the power. I suppose you will think me a coward, but whilst I enjoy the idea that I have no chance to resist, I don’t enjoy severe pain”.
“Well that is what I wanted hear, although you must have realized my need to give you some pain to inspire the fear I love to see”. “As a realist, you know that a compromise on this depend on my self control, you can express an opinion, but in the final analysis muscle settles the argument”.
“In many ways we are very similar, we both have an obsession, and like every obsessive we find ourselves needing to move towards the extreme to satisfy our need”. “In your case, I know that you will search every day for women with muscles beyond anything you have seen”. “As for me, I get a real sexual thrill when I see a man shrink as he realizes that I could do anything to him, or hear him scream when I inflict a mind numbing pain induced by a casual squeeze from any of my massive muscles”. “You may also have noticed that we are both getting turned on merely by talking about my muscle”.
“What we both know is that there are limits to an obsession in the real world”. “You must know in your heart that the human frame has a limit to the amount of muscle it can carry, I think I am close to that limit, but it doesn’t stop me trying for more”. “I know that there is a limit to the amount of pain I can allow myself to inflict”. “Causing permanent damage to your body, or indeed your mind, would be as stupid and self defeating as smashing a favourite toy”.
I began to ponder the idea that she could impart pain that could damage my mind, I had no doubt she could, on the other hand she had likened me to a favourite toy, albeit one that might get smashed.
“Right” she said, “let’s have a little cuddle before we go to bed”. She lifts me in her arms and sits down, lowering me into her lap. As before; she has one arm around my back and the other around my neck. The arm around my neck feels very heavy. She pulls me into a kiss, and then she turns my head to her bicep. I can’t resist, I have to kiss that beautiful massive muscle. She traps my head between her forearm and bicep, “just a little squeeze” she says, as she flexes her bicep. My face is now completely covered by this monstrous muscle, my nose is flattened, she breathes in, her massive expanding chest driving the air out of my lungs. She relaxes and says “that wasn’t too bad was it?” As usual the quizzical little smile appears on her face, and I am wavering between fear and excitement.
She bids me goodnight and her parting shot is; “I’m looking forward to tomorrow, I think you should spend a little more time exploring the inner surface of my thighs”. She pushes a leg forward and shakes her huge thighs before tensing to show me the beautiful muscle definition. Then she’s gone and I’m left to remember the first time her thighs explored my head.
I wake up the following morning; I can scarcely believe this goddess spent the night in my house. I have to see her as quickly as I can find an excuse. I make some coffee, grab the orange juice and knock on her bedroom door.
A sleepy voice, “come in”. I walk in and put the drinks on the bedside table. She is lying on her side, sheets down to her waist; her shoulder appears bigger than her head.
“Come here” she beckons, so I perch nervously on the side of the bed. A huge arm snakes out and pulls me back first into her body. She nibbles my ear, wrapping her arms around my chest. She clearly isn’t trying, but already I can feel the pressure as she nuzzles my neck. “A little treat for you”, she somehow manages to expand her biceps into the side of my ribs. She is right; the feeling is exquisite but as always painful. “No pain, no gain” she laughs. I think she has found my epitaph.
She roughly removes my shirt and shorts, pulls me back into place. She moves her leg over the top of mine and I know now she is completely naked. As usual I am completely trapped, the feeling is not unpleasant.
She pushes me down the bed wrapping he legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She does that thing with her wrists and it feels as if she is massaging the sides of my head with her biceps. I look at the enormous balloons of flesh and see the thick blue veins running down her arms; the view alone is enough to cause a reaction in my groin.
A little squeeze from her legs causes my head to snap backwards, a gasp escapes my lips and she just giggles. She experiments with the squeeze, enjoying the nodding toy she has invented. She holds my head still and now my torso is arching with each squeeze. My gasps turn to groans and she realizes she has to find a new game.
She turns me onto my back and locks her legs back into place. I can’t believe the size of her thigh across my body. She uses her legs to rub the side of my body along her vagina. She increases the pace and the pressure; I know that I will black out if she doesn’t reach a climax quickly. “Please, please, please” I gasp, and this seems to be the trigger for her shuddering climax. All of her magnificent muscles are jerking and twitching as she extracts the maximum pleasure from the moment, the screams she is getting from me adding to her excitement.
“Thank you” she says. “I did nothing” I reply. “No, the moaning and screaming were perfect”. I think that maybe she has given me the key to survival.
“Now it’s your turn, I want to feel your dick on my muscle, where will you start”?
“I think it has to be the biceps” I said.
“OK I will make a channel between my bicep and forearm, I can make my bicep hard or soft, I will flex my right bicep across my body, and I think you will enjoy feeling it as you enjoy my muscle groove”.
“Let’s start off soft and please resist the temptation to trap my dick”.
I slide my dick into the soft voluptuous groove, the feeling truly magical, she flexes her right bicep across her chest, pressing into her chest making it seem even more immense. I am now sliding in and out, my left hand is feeling her immense mobile bicep and my right hand is feeling the enormous trap muscles supporting her beautiful head. The truth is that she would be exciting without the muscles, with them, she is a dream.
I can’t imagine there can be a better feeling than this. I try to prolong the experience, she sees an opportunity to trap my left hand between bicep and forearm, the way her bicep swells and dwarfs my hand leads to an immediate explosive orgasm. This is easily the most intense sexual experience I have ever had. I collapse over her and she imprisons me in that wonderful muscular embrace.
Well we haven’t even got as far as breakfast; and this is definitely the best day I have ever experienced.
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The pre breakfast romp has given us both an appetite, so we enjoy a substantial breakfast, although I can’t match her appetite, extreme seems to be the key word for everything she does.
She decides that she need to explore her new environment, I sit on the couch as she wanders round the large living area. She is wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a T shirt with the arms cut high and a pair of mules. The wedge shaped heels enhance her calves and make her thighs bulge forwards. Like all heavily muscled women, her walk is ponderous but graceful, all muscles in motion, a thoroughbred in the parade ring.
“This place is great “she says, “but I need somewhere to work out”.
“No problem, there’s a gym in the basement”.
“You might have a gym, but no way are you going to have the weights I need”. “Anyway we can sort that tomorrow, for today you can be my apparatus”.
She stands in front of me, hands on hips; I can’t resist leaning forward to kiss her thighs. I know what she is going to do; inevitably she pushes my head between her thighs. She shakes her thighs and rattles my teeth, didn’t Elvis sing that line?
“This might be good for you” she says, “but I need to see your eyes”. She rolls me over, turns herself around and positions my head so that I am looking upwards, my face inches away from the vee of her shorts, gazing into her eyes. She smiles and begins to squeeze, “don’t worry” she says, “as soon as you are in trouble I will stop”. My jaw begins to ache and my mouth shifts from horizontal to vertical, a tiny strangulated “aagh”, a little giggle from her and she stops, but then she starts again. She repeats this process six or seven times. The truly frightening thing about this is the impression that she is just playing, barely trying.
She allows me to stand up. She smiles and says “I need to crush you a little with my arms; I know you love my arms, you will love this, wrestlers call it a bear hug”. My feet are off the floor, her massive arms hide most of my torso and I am looking directly into her eyes. Without any change in her expression she tightens herr grip, she thinks she is being gentle, I think excruciating. The innocent look on her sweet little face as she effortlessly crushes my body is both terrifying and exciting. Every time she breathes in the pressure seems to double, my mouth drops open and I struggle to stay quiet. Of course she notices this, takes a deep breath and extracts the scream she longs for.
“I enjoy crushing you so much; I could spend all day experimenting with different squeezes, but I can see that you are struggling to take the amount of pain I love to give”. “The problem is that I like you and want to put my arms around you, and then it’s like having a sweet in your mouth and trying to resist biting through to the soft centre, the need I have to reach your soft centre is irresistible”. “I suppose I must find a way to satisfy us both and leave you in one piece”.
This is such a relief to here, “what do you have in mind” I say.
“Well there are a lot of men out there who want to be crushed by a woman with muscles like mine, but I don’t want to go out there looking for them. I think we can get them to come to us, and they expect to pay for the experience”. “How would you feel about watching me hurting other men with my massive muscles”?
I can see what she thinks about it, she is licking he lips as she savours the words. I have to admit there would be plenty of excitement in watching her muscles in action.
She flexes and twists her huge arms just to see the effect on me, and I can see that she is already imagining the excitement she will get as her muscles crush their resistance. She pulls me into her chest, flexes her pectorals, a fairly brutal face massage. She has this insatiable desire to see my reaction to her power, and believe me I always react.
“If you like, we could tell them that you are a cameraman, so you can enjoy the show and we could give them a record of the session”.
“I want you to be comfortable with this, we can expect that most men will climax, some do as soon as they see my arms, and I get very excited when I see their fear, however we are not offering full sex, that is reserved for us”.
I liked the way she was now referring to ‘us’. I wasn’t going to argue with any of this, the idea that I could watch her muscular intimidation of men from a safe distance and experience it after as well seemed a fantastic solution.
I tell her that I have often thought about booking a session with a muscular woman, but for a variety of reasons, I never went through with it. We discuss the way we should present her services to attract even the timid, such as myself.
The first thing is that the preferred meeting place is my home, although we will travel to the client’s home for an extra charge.
Secondly we will provide a video of the encounter.
Thirdly we will ask them to fill in a form, detailing what they would like and not like to experience. The form is the key to our marketing strategy. It should be possible to excite interest by asking questions that fire the imagination.
We start off by asking them to tick a box if they like the idea of being overwhelmed by a beautiful, massively muscled woman. We know that everyone will tick this box.
We ask them if they want to hear Elena’s opinion of their strength, courage etc. We warn that she may well be scornful of their puny attempts at resistance.
We ask them to tick a box defining the amount of pain they are willing to endure; mild, average, intense or excruciating.
We ask them to tick a number of boxes relating to the wrestling holds they would like to experience; all the various type of scissors, grapevines, choke holds, camel clutch, bear hug, body slam etc.
We give them a choice of outfits for Elena to wear; casual, skimpy, school girl, dominatrix, Daisy Dukes, etc.
We ask them if they would like to achieve an orgasm, I know that they will, whether or not they tick the box.
We then say that for safety reasons they should specify how they will indicate that they want Elena to stop a hold or squeeze; a predefined word or phrase, beating of a hand on the floor, or even a scream.
Finally we ask them to sign a disclaimer to the effect that they understand that death or serious injury could occur and Elena cannot be held responsible.
So we work out our strategy, discuss the charges, order the camera and the other bits and pieces we will need. We get a variety of outfits we think will appeal to all tastes. Over the next few days we assemble a gallery of photos and some text describing the services she will provide. I know the package will be irresistible to men with needs similar to my own.
I am in something of a rush to get this started; until we do I will suffer her crushing attention whenever she feels like it. Of course she is always apologetic, tells me she is trying to be gentle, but the truth is that the weight of her limbs is such that the slightest inflation of a muscle can be painful.
We wait now for the first call, and we don’t have to wait long, in the day following the publication of her details we make eight bookings. We arrange morning and afternoon sessions over the next few days. We contact them and insist that they must submit the completed form before the date of the session, we like to be prepared. She is delighted and excited at the thought that she will soon be crushing eight complete strangers.
The day of the first session we get up early, she says she needs to prepare, and subjects me to a dizzying collection of bear hugs, head locks, body and head scissors.
We have breakfast and she goes down to the basement gym to prepare for her first client. She has his details and knows what he wants.
He arrives exactly on time. He looks to be in his mid twenties, well dressed, a salesman of some type is my guess. I think that a man answering the door has slightly unnerved him. I introduce myself, he says his name is Eddie and he begins to relax. I explain to him that I will handle the financial side and I can make a movie of the session for him to take away. Fortunately he wants the movie. He is a little nervous, he will be considerably more so when he sees her in the flesh. I show him to a bedroom and ask him to change into shirt and shorts.
I explain to him what he can and can’t do and he pays for his session in cash.
I take him down to the basement and lead him into the gym; we have a wrestling mat laid down the middle. I introduce him to Elena and his eyes have that startled deer look. She seems to be assuring him with her beautiful face and half smile, and at the same time intimidating him, turning his legs to jelly with her massive muscles, expanding and contracting as she makes minimal movements, her body barely concealed by the tight shirt and shorts.
I introduce them, “Hi Eddie” she says, they shake hands and I can see that he has experienced a little of the power she possesses.
“This is your session Eddie” she says, “my muscles long to give you pleasure, how would you like to start”.
I back off the mat and take my place behind the camera.
“I would like to feel your muscles for a while” he says, and reaches his arms out to her shoulders. They seem to be the size of basket balls with fine striations running under the skin down into her upper arm. She raises her arm showing him a fantastic bicep, with an equally impressive triceps running underneath. He tentatively moves his hand onto her bicep and she ‘pops’ it, the look on his face is priceless. She sees the startled look and gives him that little smile, her tongue darting out and licking her upper lip.
He finds the courage to move on, feeling her rock hard abs, her thighs and then he lingers on her tremendous glutes. “Kiss my ass” she says, he does and buries his head between her massive muscular cheeks, I feel a stab of envy.
“Would you like to feel my muscles around your head and body” she says. “Oh please” says Eddie.
She places her left arm around his neck and her right around his body. Seeing her do this to someone else makes her body seem even larger than when she was doing it to me. He seems to be disappearing under a mountain of muscle. I see him try to move, I know he can’t and he is rapidly coming to the same conclusion.
“Now I am going to give you a little squeeze” she says. “I thought I was just feeling your muscles” he says nervously, “No” she says, “you said you wanted to feel my muscles around your head and body, and I want to make sure you can really feel them”.
She places both arms along the side of his head, clasping her hands at the back, so that he now has a bicep bulging into each side of his face. She tenses her arms and the look on his face turns to horror, she swivels her head and grins at me, she is enjoying his reaction. I zoom in on the compressed face; I know she will enjoy that look on his face when I replay it later.
“You hurt me” he says. She smiles and says: “anyone who spends good money on an encounter with my muscles must have some expectation of feeling their power, you did indicate that you could stand an average amount of pain”. “That seemed a bit more than average to me” he says. “I was trying to be gentle, and your face looked so tiny and cute compressed between my sweet little muscles”, she said, taking his hand pressing it onto her rock hard bicep.
“I think you are simply frightened that I can hurt you so easily”. “Now I want you to show me you are a real man, I am going to give you a little more pain and I guarantee you will become sexually aroused”. “When that happens I will allow you to relieve yourself in a way you will never forget”.
He was silenced by this, correctly surmised that resistance was futile, so he simply nodded his head.
She lifted him into a bear hug; she stared at him as he started to groan and finally had to beg for release. She relaxed, “I just love the begging” she said.
She laid him on the floor and took up a reverse scissor position. She opened her legs and slid backwards until his face touched her magnificent ass. She then closed her legs, her thighs so large that his head almost disappeared. I picked up the camera to get a shot of his nose flattened against her shorts and his eyes up against her exposed glutes. She raised the pressure and produced a muffled scream. She eased off, rubbed her vagina up and down his face and then crushed him again until he screamed. She persisted with this cycle until he begged her again to stop.
“I have a perfect view of your dick Eddie; it seems to be trying to escape from your shorts, time to keep my promise”.
She pulled him to his feet, removed her shorts and backed into him. She manipulated his erection to lie in the crack of her beautiful round muscled ass. She lifted her hands to the back of her head and displayed all the muscles in her arms, upper back and neck. The sight made him gasp.
“Put your hands on my shoulders”. He did and immediately started to slide his dick up and down her muscular crack. It didn’t take very long before she sensed he was approaching climax, she turned her head, smiled like an angel and pursed her lips; he exploded and put his arms around her waist as he pumped himself dry.
She turned him round and put her arms around him, “my turn” she said.
She gripped his left leg between her thighs and began sliding her vagina up and down his thigh. Not too unpleasant at first, but as she neared her climax she was pressing and gripping harder. Eventually he began to cry, and I knew this would be the trigger. She tightened her arms around his body and with a few crushes and squeezes she was finished. So was he, he collapsed to the floor groaning.
His leg looked very sore but didn’t seem to be broken; he would have a few bruises. Eventually he got to his feet and I gave him a brandy.
“What would you like to do next, you ticked most of the wrestling holds, do you think there are any we can do that wont make you cry” she says mockingly. He has to ignore this, he knows he can’t stand another encounter with her enormous strength.
“I just want to look at you, I think your strength is way beyond my expectation, I can’t believe the size of your muscles” he says. She bends towards him, curving her arms in a most muscular pose, he and I are awestruck, but I have the presence of mind to capture it on camera.
“Well if you forget how big I am, you will have the movie”. He smiles for the first time since his ordeal. “You were my first client Eddie, and I suspect you won’t want to go through that again”.
“Are you kidding”? “That was the most incredible experience I ever had, I want to book my next session before I leave”.
“Great” she says “something to remember”, and she flexes her huge arm across his face. His face is totally hidden and her other hand is gently sliding his head back and forth along her massive bicep.
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We were both very pleased with the first session, and we had another booking. Elena wanted to watch the video, so we settled on the couch and pressed play. I channeled the video to the big screen television.
She pulled me onto her lap, said she wanted a close up of the effect on my dick. She has a view of herself she hasn’t seen before. “I didn’t realize I looked quite as big as that” she said. She puts her hand in my lap, “the video’s working for you” she says, she hasn’t realized that sitting on those massive thighs, feeling the heat from her awesome body would have me erect, even if we were watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon.
As she watches herself squeezing Eddie, I see that reliving her domination is turning her on. She pulls me closer and I can feel her nipples hardening against my chest. She is nibbling my ear and stroking my dick. “Freeze it there” she says, “look at the fear in his eyes; I think I have him completely terrified”.
“I want to look at Eddie whilst you give me your very best fuck” she says. In a way I have been dreading this moment, will I survive her passion, can I last long enough to give her the pleasure she needs?
We decide to go doggy fashion, she can see the TV and I have the feel of her beautiful large round glutes on my thighs and stomach. She positions herself on hands and knees gazing at the TV, the view is magnificent and has me hard as a rock. I nuzzle her lips with the tip of my dick, she is moist and ready. I slide in slowly and am rewarded with a gasp from Elena. The idea that I can have an effect on this majestic body is great for my self confidence.
I know that I must keep the tempo down for as long as possible, I will try to wait until she demands an increased rate. I am giving her the longest stroke I can. She has the TV remote, she is moving the video backwards and forwards, freezing at the moments that Eddie is showing maximum distress, occasionally the image will cause her vagina to clamp my dick, but she releases me, she needs the stroke as much as I do.
Eventually she begins to buck her hips; she is now dictating the pace. We build to an irresistible tempo, I explode and her vagina contracts in waves, milking the last drops. “Stupendous” she says, “where did you learn to do that”, little does she know that I have never in my life got anywhere near a performance like that. She rolls over and pulls me on top of her, but she is gentle, a beautiful feeling nestling into her gigantic relaxed muscle mass. I feel as if I could survive a nuclear attack in this muscle bunker.
I ask her when this urge to crush men had started. “Well it began at school” she said.
“There was a boy called Dean Kenyon, he was known as a bully and even demanded protection money from his victims”.
“One night I intercepted him on his way home”. “He tried to push past so I held his wrist”. “He didn’t at first realize that when I held his wrist, he wouldn’t be going anywhere”.
“I told him that he was a cowardly bully and a thief, and I intended to put a stop to it”. “He told me to mind my own business or he might need to teach me a lesson”
“We locked hands, and I new immediately that I was stronger than him”. “I bent his wrists back and forced him to his knees, and then I twisted my hands underneath his and forced him to stand on his toes”. “I told him that he was the one learning a lesson”. “I looked into his eyes and for the first time saw the fear my strength could inspire”.
“I loved the feeling of power and decided I wanted more, so I allowed him down onto his feet and immediately wrapped my arms around him”. “I lifted him off his feet and began to squeeze him, he groaned and begged me to let him go, he began to sound desperate, promising me he would never bully anyone again”. “I let him go and ordered him onto his knees; I told him that if there were any complaints about him, I would find him and crush his bones”.
“The feeling I had in my arms as I crushed him, and then hearing him beg, was incredible”. “From that day on I looked for opportunities to demonstrate my power over boys and men”. “I didn’t necessarily want to hurt them, usually they knew what I could do, and that was enough to have them trembling.”
“So you can blame Dean Kenyon” she said, “although I get the feeling that you are beginning to enjoy feeling my muscles doing whatever they like with you, I reckon you are addicted to that feeling of helplessness”.
“That’s not the whole story I said, your massive arms, for example, look so beautiful, I can become extremely excited just seeing them hang by your side, if you flex them I am in seventh heaven”.
“How about this then” she says, flexing her bicep immediately in front of my face. She pumps it and a ball of veined muscle rises out of the surface. She does it again and again; I can’t resist kissing the rock hard muscle.
I tell her that I could spend all day watching her flex, but we have another client arriving in an hour. This one wants to see her dressed as a schoolgirl and reckons he can endure excruciating pain.
We go to Elena’s bedroom to get her ready, she wants me to help her with the outfit, she thinks a male point of view is essential.
She puts on white pants, white calf length socks, a short blue pleated skirt and a white buttoned shirt. We had to buy a man's shirt, and even so it is very tight around the shoulders and arms. She will have to be careful not to flex until the client arrives, we think he will enjoy the inevitable ripping of the shirt seams. She slips on her wedge shoes and her calves bulge amazingly, pushing down her stockings.
She heads off to the basement and soon after the doorbell rings.
The man at the door has an air of confidence, he is pretty large and carrying a fair amount of fat. He tells me his name is Jimmy. We complete the formalities and he says that he will take his money back if he isn’t satisfied with Elena’s performance.
He puts on the obligatory shirt and shorts, and I take him down to the basement. When he sees this vision of a massive, cute schoolgirl, his eyes light up. I introduce Jimmy to Elena, and take up my position with the camera. “Are you sure you can handle me?” he says. “Give it my best shot” says Elena, raising her arms in a massive flex, tearing the arms of the shirt away from the shoulders.
“Are you just going to look Jimmy, or are you going to show me what you can do?” He edges forward and they lock hands, the confidence drains from his face as he feels the power in her fingers.
“This little schoolgirl is going to put you on your knees” she says, bending his wrists backwards and forcing him down without any obvious effort on her part. She takes a step forward and his face is inches away from her massive thighs.
She kicks her shoes off and says; “would you like to see if we can fit your head between my little schoolgirl thighs”. He nods and is immediately engulfed. She crosses her feet and stands on her toes. He begins to shout and slaps her thighs; she smiles at me and takes her time relieving the pressure. “Your head feels nice” she says, “can we do that again”. “Please no” he shouts.
“Why don’t you have a little explore” she says, “see if you can find any muscles that won’t be too painful for you”. He gets to his feet and she drapes her arms casually over his shoulder. “Don’t look so worried, you can feel any thing you fancy”.
He puts his hand on her arms; she flexes her muscles as he moves from forearms to biceps and on to her shoulders. “Would you like to feel the power in my arms” she says. “Be gentle” he says. “Always gentle Jimmy”, pulling his head into her chest, overwhelming him with her arm, shoulder and pectoral muscles.
She gives him that sweet innocent little smile and begins to increase the pressure. “You did say on your form that you could stand intense pain” she says, and he begins to struggle. A little jerk from her arms and shoulders, and the struggling stops. “Make sure you get this” she says to me, “his fear is really turning me on”.
She releases him, turns round and places his hands on her breasts, she grinds her round muscular ass into his groin. He groans, she flexes her pecs, moving her breasts under his hands, his hips jerk as he shoots his load.
“Jimmy, I think my muscles are too frightening for you, why don’t we get on the mat and I will just rough you up a bit, no big squeezes, a bit of fantasy stuff”. “OK” he says hesitantly.
She lies him down and sits on his face, flexes her glutes a little. Slides forward so that she can feel his face under her vagina, and gives him a gentle facial massage. She moves down his body, they are now face to face and she has the lower part of his body trapped between her legs. She puts her hand over his mouth, and pinches his nose; he tries to push her hand away, no chance.
She sits on his chest, “I want to hurt you” she says. She tenses her forearm and clenches her fist, placing it against his jaw. “I want to give you a little punch with my big heavy fist” she says. “No please, please, you’ll kill me”, and he begins to sob. “Beautiful” she says, bringing both arms down, fists touching, in an awesome display of muscle. She growls at him and he screams in panic. “OK, calm down, you’re not going to die”.
“What would you like to do now” she says. “I just want to get out of here” he says. “Well I don’t think you’ve had your moneys worth, I want my clients to be completely happy with the service”. “That was extremely exciting and frightening, absolutely no complaints, just don’t want any more” says Jimmy.
“I like to hurt my men a lot more than that, you disappointed me Jimmy. When I read your form I thought I was in for a treat”. “Sorry” says Jimmy, head down, edging towards the door.
“OK Jimmy, get your things, see you again I hope”. He is off, almost running. We watch him go, look at one another and start to laugh.
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“The clients we are getting are a little disappointing” says Elena, “I hardly have to do anything and they are frozen with fear. What I’d really like is to hurt someone who deserves the pain, remember Dean Kenyon the school bully, a real pleasure crushing him.”
“We have to service the clients we already booked, but how about another enterprise, we could offer a service to abused women. We will offer to send Elena to demonstrate to the abuser that he could become the abused. I think we could do it just for the satisfaction, we are making plenty from the sessions.”
“I see what you mean, you think it possible that this kind of man could react badly to my suggestions, and I would be forced, reluctantly, to enforce my point of view” she smiles, the prospect appeals to her. “I think you should come along with your camera, it will protect us against false claims, and I do love to watch a man crumple when he feels my power.”
We rough out the changes to our advertising; we want to make it obvious that we will use force if necessary, without being accused by the authorities of vigilante action. Elena, of course, is thinking that force will always be necessary. We are fairly confident that men, who see themselves as dominant, will not be complaining to anyone about a beating from a woman. We ask women to write to us with as much detail as possible, so the man can be confronted with Elena’s’ disappointment at his behaviour.
Eventually we get a letter from an abused woman. Her husband always spends time in bars on his way home from work. He is always looking for an excuse to knock her around when he comes in, and always finds one. They are Annette and Ray. We give her a call and fix a time for our visit.
We arrive early evening and set up the camera at the back of the room. Elena is wearing a zip jacket and loose trousers; she looks like a woman carrying a little too much fat, wearing a padded jacket. We settle down to wait.
Shortly after 9 o’clock we hear Ray come in. He strolls into the lounge; looks to be in his early thirties, greasy hair, a little paunch, wearing a rather rumpled suit and tie. “Who the fuck are you” he says.
Elena stands up and says “we are friends of Annette and I have to say we are a little disappointed at what she has said about you.”
He strides towards Elena, “you keep you nose out of my business, and get out before I have to throw you out”. Elena grabs his wrists and stops him dead. “No way a creep like you can throw me out” she says. She lets him go and he takes the chance to punch her in the stomach. He groans as his fist hits her rock hard abdominals.
“What the fuck you wearing under there” he says. She takes off the jacket and slips the trousers down. “Not much” she says standing in her bra and panties, she flexes everything; it begins to dawn on him that she looks more powerful than anyone he has ever seen.
“Ray, you are a bully and a coward, and you are about to find out what it is like to be on the receiving end. I am going to get a great deal of pleasure from hurting you. Look at my huge muscles Ray, they will crush you until you cry and then you will scream. I can already see the fear in your eyes, you feel helpless, just like your poor wife does. After I have finished with you, you will never want to hurt her again, but if you do, I will come back and give you ten times the pain you give her.”
“Look at this fist Ray, powered by the biggest arm you have ever seen, a little tap from this will scramble your brain, and remember you threw the first punch, but I don’t want you unconscious, I want you wide awake and terrified. What do you think of my little old muscles Ray, looking forward to feeling them, you look a little apprehensive.”
“No tricks Ray, I am going to tell you everything I am going to do, I want to see your fear as you think about the agony I inflict so easily. I am putting my huge arms around your body to give you a little squeeze. What’s the matter Ray, I’m not really trying; don’t screw your face up like that. Put your hands on my biceps, feel how swollen and hard the muscles are, squeezing all the breath out of your body.”
She glares at him and growls, a low rumbling from deep within her chest. He looks very pale, he is trembling and sweating profusely, fear inhabits his whole being.
Now I’m going to feel your biceps, not very hard Ray, look how easily I can crush them, they are so soft. Stop screaming, it only makes me want to squeeze harder. A real treat for you now, I am going to push your face into my chest, can you feel my muscles around your face, I think my biceps are bigger than your head. I don’t really like your big nose; I think it should be a little flatter, just a little crush. Oh dear, I think I might have broken something. Don’t cry Ray, I think you look better with a flat nose. Now that is naughty, you’re dripping blood on my clean white bra, I’m afraid I shall have to smack your bottom.”
“I shall sit here, you will drop your trousers and lie face down across my thighs. “
He hesitates, but he daren’t defy her, he trembles as he lies across her lap. She holds the back of his neck in her left hand and brings the open palm of her right hand down to his buttocks with an almighty crack. He yells and begins sobbing. “Come on Ray, that’s only the first one, five more to go”.
He starts to plead but she silences him with another five crushing blows. As she is doing this she is staring directly into the camera, a half smile, her tongue caressing her lips. I can see Annette smiling back at her.
She moves her right leg out from under so he is now lying on her left thigh. She begins to squeeze his thighs between hers, his body jerks upright and he desperately tries to push his hand down the inside of her thighs to relieve the pressure. He can’t do anything; she is oblivious to his struggle.
She picks him up and sits him on her knee like a little schoolboy. “Look at me Ray” she says, squeezing his chin in her hand, “don’t drop your eyes, look directly into mine.” “That was a small demonstration of my crushing power; I will be back in the next few days to ask your wife about your behaviour. If I hear that she has any problem with you at all, then you will find out what these muscles can do when I’m angry.”
“What do you say Ray?”
“I suppose nobody truly changes overnight, you were right I am a coward, and the idea that I could suffer pain like that again is unthinkable, please believe me.”
“Just remember how this hand felt on your butt” she says, patting his face, “if I feel like it, I can hit you much harder, great pleasure for me, unimaginable pain for you.”
“One last thing” she says, “put your head between my thighs.” Oh please no.” She stares unblinking into his eyes. He puts his head down between her thighs. “Good night” she says, powering up her gigantic thigh muscles, she releases him and he slumps to the floor.
“I don’t think Ray will be giving you any more trouble Annette, if he does, remind him that I will be checking you out next week.”
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Velvet Crush
by jimoct2000
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I am a business investor. My particular expertise lies in the finding of small businesses needing cash. If I see a chance of growth I invest capital in exchange for equity. I am looking for good ideas, and individuals with the drive and energy to turn an idea into cash.
People come to me and pitch their idea. I try to get to know them, go through their business plan, and if the business looks good, make them an offer. Its late afternoon and I am waiting for a Lucy Reynolds.
She arrives on time and is shown into my office by my secretary. She looks sensational, and I know I will have to be careful to judge her plan dispassionately. She has dark loosely curled hair, beautiful grey green eyes, a full mouth and a beautiful figure. She is wearing a loose fitting long sleeved pink silk blouse, never the less it is obvious that it contains a large pair of breasts. Her skirt is black, tight and ends below the knee. It does nothing to disguise a magnificent round ass.
“Hi, my names Lucy” she says, and we shake hands. “I’m Jim, it’s getting late in the day so we must push on, tell me how you think I can help.”
“Well I am starting a business called Velvet Crush. It is basically an escort agency, catering for clients with a rather exotic need.”
“That’s a strange name, why Velvet Crush?”
“Well we provide a service for men who enjoy being crushed by women.” “How exactly do you manage to crush men?” I said, perhaps a little mockingly.
She beckoned me closer and raised her skirt to mid thigh. The thighs she revealed were enormous, she flexed and the muscles separated, the display was mesmeric.
“Put your hands on my upper arms” she said. I did, and gasped, as I felt the huge muscles hidden in the baggy folds of her blouse. I moved my hands onto her shoulders and discovered that the shoulder pads I expected to feel were in reality huge balls of muscle. “What do you think, enough there to crush your average man?” she said, pouting her beautiful lips. “And some” I said.
“I need say $20,000 to rent and furnish an apartment; provide promotional material and a web site.” If successful, and it will be, I want to expand to a club, or hopefully a chain of clubs, called “The Crush Zone.”
“I expected that you might be a little dubious as to the attraction of this service to men, so what I propose is a demonstration. If it suits you, we could go to your house, I am sure it will be more comfortable, and I will show you the full package, and I hope you will see that the idea can’t fail.”
I began to imagine what she could do to me with all that muscle, in truth the idea of exploring that magnificent body was exciting, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the pain she could undoubtedly inflict, but I new I couldn’t say no. “Sounds great” I said.
“I know men” she said, “I can see in your eyes that you are longing to find out what it feels like to be overwhelmed by huge, powerful female muscles. Let me tell you, it can be exciting and terrifying, but I always try to leave my clients happy and intact.”
The matter of fact way she spoke was frightening; she clearly knew that she had me completely hooked. “Let’s go” I said.
I instructed my secretary to lock up the business and drove Lucy back to my apartment, my mind racing with thoughts of what she might do.
We go in.
“I have a sort of script I prepared, it gets things started, but obviously I have to be flexible, every client has slightly different requirements.”
“Welcome to the velvet crush experience” she says, putting her arms around me, pulling me into her hard torso, driving the air from my lungs. “Now you relax over there, and I will show you the muscles that are desperate to impress you with their power.”
She took off her blouse and dropped her skirt, standing in front of me in bra and panties, still wearing the high heel shoes. She looked awesome. She turned around, arms up around her head, lifting her hair, flexing her massive shoulder and back muscles. She stuck her bottom out at me, huge, wonderful balls of muscle, clenching and releasing. She backed into me, massaging my face with that beautiful, powerful ass.
“Now you’ve had a good look, where shall we start? I think it would be best to start with my arms, I think my thighs could be a little too strong for you; we’ll save them for a grand finale. Are you ready to try a little crush?”
She pulled me to my feet and wrapped her arms around my neck. The sheer size of the muscles, so close to my face, was awe inspiring. Without squeezing at all she began to flex her arms. Watching the slabs of muscle moving under her skin, the appearance of large blue veins down the middle of her biceps and smaller tributaries running sideways was intensely exciting. She smiled and started to press those monstrous biceps into my face. My cheek bones and jaw began to ache with the pressure. She moved each arm alternately backwards and forwards, twisting my head one way and then the other. I grabbed her arms but it didn’t have the slightest effect on her. I groaned, and she stopped and then relaxed. I realised that I was now erect; I was pressed so close that she too must have noticed. She looked down, “I do believe you like big muscles” she said, “are you surprised to find them attractive?”
I had to admit that I found myself attracted to fit looking women, but had never imagined that huge female muscle could be such a turn on.
“A lot of men like the extreme muscular look, and in a lot of cases become addicted to the idea that an attractive woman with delicate feminine features has the power to inflict immense pain.”
“I expect you have also noticed my rather large breasts, they are difficult to ignore. The contrast between rock hard slabs of muscle and soft heavy breast flesh can be very exciting.”
She put her hands at the back of my head and pushed me down into her cleavage, the feel of those breasts on my face was wonderful. I tried to lift my head to take a breath, she decided to keep me their. I begin to cough and splutter and she allows me to raise my head and take a breath.
“If you like, I can take my bra off and cover your entire face with one breast, I can hold you their until you pass out. “
“I would love to see your breasts, and I like the idea of a breast covering my face, but I don’t want to pass out.”
“OK “ she said and took off her bra. Her breasts were very large; she raised her arms above her head and used her pectoral muscles to bounce her breasts around. She moves closer and my entire field of vision is occupied by her right breast. She then uses her pectorals to bounce the breast around my face. Then, as promised, she presses my face into her breast. As promised she let’s me go before I pass out.
“Lucy, I have to say, you don’t need to show me any more, I am totally convinced, let’s settle the deal, I give you $20,000 and you give me a 20% stake”
“10%” she says. “10% and I get a free sample every week, call it quality control.” “Done” she says, holding out her hand.
“Now I know you are enjoying this, and so am I. Anyway I need the practice, so would you mind if I try a few more crushes.” She is smiling, but I have the feeling I am going to be crushed whatever I say.
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“Normally I start with a little muscle worship and then move on to demonstrate a few wrestling holds. So I will show you how big my muscles can get, and you can kiss, stroke, squeeze, whatever takes your fancy.”
She then goes into the crab pose, arms akimbo, fists touching, and the muscles from her shoulders to the back of her neck look thicker than my arms. Her arms look like tree trunks, huge balls of muscle on her shoulders and biceps. I kiss her bicep and can’t resisting ducking down and rising up between her arms and chest. Considering the size of her arms and breasts, this is a fairly tight squeeze. The contrast of soft breast and rock hard muscle is amazing. I turn my head and look up into her beautiful face; she takes the opportunity to flex her chest, jiggling her breasts around my throat.
She lifts her arms into a double bicep pose, and I have to put my hands on the immense muscles. She ‘pops’ her biceps into my hands, the muscle is so big that my hands appear to be perched like a little bird, no way I can grasp these huge muscles. “Imagine a squeeze from these” she says, “I can break any of your bones with very little effort”. She pouts her lips, blowing a little kiss, turning my blood to water.
I suddenly realise that the fear she has planted is a great aphrodisiac. Suddenly I find that I need to feel her strength, and at the same time fear the pain she can deliver so easily. “Can you give me a little squeeze?” I say.
“I’ll try a little head lock, but you can see that control of these monsters is not easy, if the pain is too much you must shout immediately, and hopefully I react in time.” Everything she now says is causing my erection to become harder and harder.
She brings her right arm down and around my neck; she turns my head so that my nose is pressed into the gap between bicep and forearm. She rotates her wrist grinding her biceps into my cheek. It starts as a gentle massage, and then she begins to increase the pressure. Within seconds I am screaming, feeling that my cheek bone could shatter. She laughs, releases the pressure and I orgasm at the sound of that contemptuous laugh.
“You poor little boy, are these little old muscles of mine giving you too much pain.”
I feel humiliated and she can see this. “Look, its all part of the script, most men want to see my contempt; looking at the state of your trousers, so do you. The truth is, I am much stronger than you, and I know that I can frighten you to death any time I want to. So learn to accept it, enjoy my muscle, love my power. My respect for you isn’t based on your resistance to my strength; however resistant you might be I can always reach a level of pain you can’t tolerate. Remember, I am offering a crushing service, and I reckon you feel crushed.”
“What I would like to do is show you a few more holds, I know you have had enough pain, so I will just allow you to enjoy the feel of my muscle without any intense pressure. I can see you have your doubts about this, but I will do it anyway, so you might as well relax.”
“First the bear hug. I will hold you lower down than normal, I don’t want to crush your ribs and I want my breasts bulging out above my arms.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground. I can feel the hard shape of her forearms and biceps digging into my body. I can’t breathe too easily but the pain is nothing like that from the head lock.
“Now this next hold is the reverse scissors. I could put you out quite easily with this, but I wont, I want you to experience the size of my thighs and a view of my ass that I hope you will never forget. Lie down on your back.”
She then assumes a press up position, with her thighs above my head and her head directly above my groin. She opens her legs and lowers them to surround my head with her enormous, heavily muscled thighs. Unbelievably she lowers her head and brushes her lips along my dick, through my trousers. My head is almost hidden by this mountain of muscle, but I can see the large hemispheres of the most perfect ass. She clenches and unclenches her ass several times, each clench tightening her thighs; giving me a short sharp taste of the pain she is capable of inflicting.
“How do you fancy a close up” she says. “Love to but I can’t move.”
“Leave it to me”, and she uses her calf to push my head towards her ass. Eventually she has my nose in the cleft of those magnificent cheeks. She pinches my nose and rubs my face backwards and forwards across those beautiful cheeks. Lowers her head and I explode again as her lips press against my erection.
She then slides backwards over my face so that I can feel her moist vagina slide over my lips and nose. At this point I can’t imagine living my life at any place more than 3 inches away from my current position.
“Now the front scissors, I like this position and I may decide that I need some sexual relief. If I do and it gets too painful, give me a slap, I will let you go, but in return you must continue to help me reach orgasm.”
She lies on her back, throws her legs in the air in a wide ‘V’, and beckons me forward. I lie my head face down in the ‘V’ and she closes the trap. The muscles tighten, making my head feel as if it is turning into a triangle. She bends her knees pressing my face into her vagina. She rocks up and down, sliding my face roughly over her vagina. After several minutes she begins to increase the speed and the pressure, eventually I have to slap her thighs. She releases her legs and holds me in position with her hands. The side pressure has gone, but she can exert an awful force with her hands. I know I must endure this if I am to have any self respect, so I brace myself and accept the pain until she eventually achieves her shuddering climax. He legs close again as she prolongs her climax as long as she can, delicious eye watering pain for me.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you” she says. She sits up and overwhelms me with an all embracing hug and passionate kiss.
I am exhausted, sore and totally besotted with her. “If all your clients have an experience like that then you will make a fortune.”
“I expect them to reach a climax, but the last bit only happens if I get turned on. You did it and others will, but most will not.”
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“You have seen a small demo of the services I offer. Not everyone wants the same thing. Some will simply want to watch my muscle whilst they jerk themselves off. Others want to take me out to a restaurant say, and watch the reaction of men when a huge muscle appears. I try to make it look accidental, running my hands through my hair, that kind of thing.”
“What I really enjoy is using my muscle on men. The sort of thing we have just done, although I can up the pain to a level you wouldn’t be able to stand. I liked your reaction to me and the sex was good fun. I expect you are thinking that a woman with my strength couldn’t possibly be interested in a man so much weaker than me, well the truth is that I have always found it easy to outmuscle every man I have been with, so the strength you have is irrelevant to me.”
“The enjoyment for me comes from that feeling of total control, the look of fear in a man’s eyes when he realises he is totally helpless, making him groan, gasp and sometimes cry with such ease. I really love my strength.”
“I tell you all this because you now have an interest in my business and I look forward to spending time with you. I expect the prospect is a little frightening, but I know you enjoyed my body, and I also know you were excited by the idea that my muscles can hurt you. Hard for you to admit, but I know that you can hardly wait to be abused again by my gigantic arms and legs, my man crushers.”
She flexed her arms and emits a low threatening growl from deep within her barrel of a chest, for a moment I fear for my life. I realise though that however frightened I may be, I have to be close to her fantastic body. She is absolutely right, I have to spend as much time with her as I can get.
“So can I take it that you’re ready for another encounter with my man crusher muscles, they are certainly looking forward to giving you a hard time.” I don’t need to say anything, she has me totally hooked and we both know it.
She stands in front of me, very close and begins to flex her muscles, her chest shoulders and arms, absolutely enormous. She places a hand each side of my head, she pouts her lips as she presses my head. It feels like I have been placed in a vice. I try to pull her arms apart, nothing moves and the pressure actually increases. She pulls my head towards her face; she is staring directly into my eyes, her lips brushing mine. The stare is frightening.
“You do realise that I can squeeze you unconscious like this, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Look at my arms, a little muscle twitch and you’re gone. Don’t worry, I like you conscious, I just want you to realise you have only had a small taste of my strength I have an awful amount in reserve.”
She releases me and I have to kiss and stroke those wonderful biceps. I want to beg her not to hurt me too much, but inwardly I am thinking that showing fear might invoke her contempt. If she loses all respect for me then I might lose her, although respect for men doesn’t seem to be a major part of her psyche.
“I love the expression on your face, a little muscle show and you look terrified. I will put my arms around your head and you will tremble, look at you, I can see you imagining the pain a squeeze from my powerful muscles might cause.”
She moves to the side and covers my face with a bulging, twitching bicep. Twisting her forearm repeatedly makes the muscle slap into my face; incredible, beautiful muscle control but painful. The sound of the slap is making her giggle. “Imagine what a punch from an arm this size would feel like” she says. That’s the last thing I want to imagine, her arm looks like it could punch through a brick wall.
“Kneel down Jim, I want to show you my thighs”. I kneel and my face is within inches of her monstrous thigh muscles. She points her toe and the muscles inflate and separate, they look like a cartoon version of an anatomy drawing. She opens her legs and I cannot resist placing my head in the gap. She closes her legs and my head is totally encased in silky smooth, rock hard muscle. She powers up, immense pressure on my head, I try desperately to pull her legs apart and release the pressure, no chance. She lets me go and I slump to the floor.
She picks me up and cradles me in her huge arms. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you as much as that, feeling your head between my thighs produces an automatic squeeze reflex.”
She sits on the floor and lies back, She pulls me around so that I am lying face down on top of her, my face between her breasts. She puts her arms across my shoulders and traps my legs between her massive thighs. She works her muscles, grinding into me, sharp spasms of pain as the muscles alternate between soft pillows and rock hard boulders.
The excitement is intense and I am soon sporting a huge erection, resting along her massive thigh. “I love this; we can both getting excited by your fear and your obsession with my muscles.”
She pulls me up, my dick is lying in her groin, her arms around my chest, squeezing me into those wonderful large breasts, my face inches away from those beautiful lush lips, soft cheeks and dazzling eyes. My legs are still trapped between her huge thighs and she begins to pull my legs down. I feel the pain of the stretch in my hips and spine. I can’t help it, my face screws up and I begin to groan. “Now’s your chance” she says, “how would you like to be a couple of inches taller?”
“Please stop, that is very painful.” She can’t resist a few more seconds, and then she eases off, but I am still stretched over that muscular rack. She lifts her legs and clamps them around my waist, it feels like I am encased in concrete. She peddles her legs and rotates me up and down her thighs. She smiles as she watches me flopping around like a rag doll. She opens her legs and I drop as far as her massive thighs allow.
She closes her legs and pushes my body towards her head, until my lips are touching hers. Her arms around my head pull me into a passionate kiss, everything is powerful, her lips and tongue are totally in control. I need to breathe, but I can’t, luckily she pauses for breath before I pass out.
She pulls her panties down and guides me into her moist vagina. I have one hand on a large soft breast and the other rests on her bowling ball shoulder. I can feel her nipple hardening in my fingers. She moves her hips up and down, she has total control. I know that for her I just happen to possess the dick she needs and she is going to use it as she pleases. “Only one rule Jim, you don’t climax until I am ready. Frustrating me will lead to a severe punishment, I can slap you so hard, you wont be able to sit down for a week.”
Well she takes what she wants, as for me coming early, no chance, any sign of it and my dick is clamped tightly by her vagina. I am simply grateful to have avoided the threatened spanking.
She lifts me up and sits on the couch, me on he lap, my head resting on a very large breast.
“You might think that I came to you for money merely by chance, but I did my homework. I know you are a very successful investor, you are single, I know you’re not gay and you have some of the things I need to make a success of my business. You have an office and a secretary for example. I want you to be my business manager. You have everything you need to organise marketing, take bookings, deal with the finance. I can then spend my time doing the things I do best. I pay you a wage of course. What do you say?”
The idea of running her business has tremendous appeal, I start thinking that as well as my free session I might occasionally book myself in as a paying client.
“I think Lucy, you know that the idea of working with you is something I can’t resist.”
“Great, I know you’re thinking more about my muscles than my business, and I’m probably thinking too much about the pleasure I get from squeezing you, but I think we can make money and enjoy each other.”
She gives me a little kiss. Sitting on her lap like this makes rational thought impossible. I am constantly aware of her breasts, the feel of those huge thighs, the sight of her muscles rippling with every intake of breath or adjustment of position. I can’t resist feeling her arm muscles, even in this relaxed state they appear as huge bloated curves of flesh. She wraps a hand around my forearm, a painfull squeeze, just to remind me of her power.
She puts her arm around my neck. “Tell me, what its like to know that you are completely helpless, totally in my power, dependent on me resisting the urge to make you scream. Even now I’m thinking it would be a nice feeling just to hurt you enough to make you gasp or groan, perhaps a little tremble or even a tear. Or should I content myself with a show of muscle, make you gasp with amazement and lust.”
“Maybe I can have both” she says, surrounding my head with her heavy, bulging arms.
“Your arms are exciting, amazing, intimidating; and I am stupid enough to think that your desire to inflict pain is something I need.”
“Oh well if you insist.” She flexes harder, the pressure is making me feel light headed, her face looks almost disinterested, just a little contemptuous curl of the lip. Almost immediately I cry out with the pain. She keeps going a little longer, a little smile as each squeeze produces a yelp.
“I could happily spend all night squeezing out moans and groans, but why don’t I show you a little of my ability as an escort. Drive me home, I will shower and change, whilst you book us a table at a nice restaurant. “
An hour later and we are all set to go. She looks absolutely stunning, tight skirt, stiletto heels, a tight fitted sleeveless blouse, emphasising her large round breasts, huge shoulders and massive arms. She puts on a jacket, as on the first time I saw her, it looks as if it must be heavily padded around the shoulders. An afficianado of female muscle would notice the heavily muscled calves and the perfectly rounded posterior, but others would focus on her beautiful face and impressive breasts.
I have booked a table at the best restaurant I know, I have to find some way of impressing her.
We arrive and are shown to our table. The restaurant is popular and most of the tables surrounding ours are occupied. She sits down and shrugs her jacket off onto the back of her seat. Conversation around us dies as her stunning muscularity is revealed, many of the men are simply staring in disbelief. She casually lifts her arms to pat her hair into position, her immense bulging biceps have the undivided attention of all the men who can see her. She fixes a steely gaze on a young man, kisses her biceps and winks at him. He looks as if he is hypnotised, he can’t look away. She spreads her back muscles and uses her pectorals to lift her breasts, the top button on her blouse pops open. She again uses her pectorals to alternately raises each breast, huge curves appearing and jiggling, her blouse looks as if it might give up the struggle to contain her. She is not wearing a bra; and the view of her breasts sliding around under the tight silk material is incredibly erotic. She is still holding his gaze and pouting her lips. He looks uncomfortable, he may well have ruined a good pair of trousers, I am very close to ruining mine. She releases him from her gaze.
We have a couple of drinks and a delicious steak. She eats about twice as much as me. All the time we are there, men are finding an excuse to walk as close to our table as they dare. The sight of her moving muscles as she cuts her steak and moves it to her mouth is as erotic as her bouncing breasts. Like any man with an attractive woman; I am proud that she is with me, and at the same time worried that she could pick any man in the restaurant as her partner. She is clearly used to this level of interest, and seems to be completely oblivious to the attention.
When we finally decide to go, she stands up and addresses her adoring fans. “I love the attention I seem to have attracted, but I am not the only woman in the world with muscles. However, none of you will have seen anything like this”, and she raises her arms into a monstrous double bicep pose. She moves her hands and wrists demonstrating the different shapes her biceps can assume. She turns around so that all have a chance to see her perfect physique. They seem stunned, the restaurant is completely silent, she has probably converted most of the men present into female muscle obsessives.
She slips into her coat, and with a little bow, we are off. “Remember those faces” she says, “some of them will be volunteering for my velvet crush experience.”
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The Personal Assistant
by jimoct2000
She looked at herself in the full length mirror. She had spent years developing her physique to the level of perfection she required for her plan. She needed enough strength to dominate and enough muscle mass to intimidate and fascinate. She was pleased with her appearance, the massive muscle development, the armor plated stomach, the smooth skin.
She crossed her arms, loving the way her forearms, biceps and shoulders bulged. Her hands stroked her massive biceps, remembering the many times she had seen men tremble as they experienced their enormous strength. She could never resist using her muscles to attract men into her trap and squeeze the groans and tears from them. For her this was easy, she would smile in an unnerving way, her victims hoping she knew when to stop.
She was beautiful and moved with the easy confident gait of a supremely powerful woman.
Clothes were always a problem. Anything off the peg had to be a stretch material, the constant bulging as she moved inspiring erotic fantasy in anyone with the courage to look. Most of her clothes were tailor made; she needed elegance, and a cut which could accommodate the large change in size when she flexed her muscles.
This morning she wanted to look smart, elegant, and professional. She wore a black skirt, emphasising the perfect curve of her backside, and. a matching black bolero style jacket. Under the jacket she wore a white cotton sleeveless blouse, buttoned to the neck. Her largish breasts and slim waist gave her the hour glass shape that attracted the gaze of every man who saw her.
She applied lipstick to emphasise her lush large lips, mascara and eye shadow. She was ready.
At 3 pm she arrived for her interview for the post of secretary and personal assistant to George Jones. George was the managing director of a medium sized company making parts for the automobile industry. She had done her research, George was divorced, a good looking man in his mid fifties.
The receptionist showed her into George’s office. ‘Hi Mr. Jones, Victoria Smythe, your new personal assistant.’
‘Please sit down Miss Smythe, I like your confidence, but bear in mind this is an interview, not a coronation. Tell me why you believe you are qualified for the job.’
‘Well I have no experience, nor am I qualified, for the normal run of the mill office activity. However, my ability to look after you and ensure that your staff carries out your instructions is way beyond the ability of any other applicant for the job.’
‘Why should I believe you possess this exceptional ability?’
‘Well, I intimidate people.’
‘I have some rough, tough men working for me, how on earth are you going to intimidate them?’
‘That’s easy Mr. Jones, let me show you’ She rose to her feet and walked around the large desk. To his immense surprise she sat on his knee. She took off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. She put one arm around his shoulder and raised the other in a massive muscular flex, inches in front of his startled face. She pulled his head forwards until his face touched her huge arm. ‘Muscles like these intimidate anyone; they are all I need to ensure the cooperation of any man on your staff. I doubt you have ever seen muscles larger than these. The arm you are gazing at is immensely powerful; you don’t seriously believe anyone is going to argue with muscles like these, do you?’
‘Well you certainly look immensely strong, however I like to persuade people to do the right thing by way of reasoned discussion.’
‘That’s all very well, but occasionally you must use power to have your way. You must have threatened people with the sack when they question your authority. My authority is never questioned, at least never for a second time. Why don’t you take a little time to closely examine my authority?’
He had been wondering how he might contrive a situation where he could feel the muscles on those massive arms, and she was now offering him that chance. As he put his hand on top of her bicep she pumped it to its full extent. He traced the veins with his fingers and tried a little squeeze, impossible to make the slightest impression. She looks at him, he is totally absorbed in looking at her arms, and she knows that he is hooked.
‘Does that feel good? Can you imagine what I can do with all this muscle? I can inflict excruciating pain or mind blowing pleasure.’
‘Unbelievable, majestic, solid as a rock, muscles that size must give you enormous power.’
‘I love my muscles, the power I have gives me tremendous pleasure. Just imagine the work force totally under their control, and these muscles available to you for anything else that pops into your mind. On top of that I am a very effective bodyguard’ She is delighted by his wistful look, as he imagines the excitement she could bring to his life. Her lips and eyes have the most lustful, erotic look he has ever seen; she too is imagining the excitement.
‘Of course; I don’t think we should end this interview until you have examined all my qualifications. I think you should see all the tools I have at my disposal. If you like I can show you some of the techniques I use to enforce my point of view.’
‘Oh yes, you are absolutely right, I must ensure that your qualifications are authentic.’
‘I hope you don’t mind, but I will need to remove some of my clothes so that you can accurately assess my capabilities.’ She removes her blouse, exposing her large breasts enclosed by a white low cut bra. She drops the zip on her skirt and allows it to fall to the floor; her panties appear miniscule, trapped in an ocean of muscle. Her backside; two perfectly hemispherical muscular globes. Her thighs massive columns of flesh, all the muscles separated and perfectly defined.
‘The first thing I always do when I see a conflict situation is to offer to shake hands. Give me you hand. Just a little hand squeeze, I can see you are feeling the power. Most men feeling that power realise that resistance is futile.’
‘Sometimes I like to go a little further. Just as an example, imagine that I ask you if you are going to offer me a job. Let’s suppose that you say no. Then I would come over to you like this, put my arms around you and ask you to reconsider. To help you make the right decision, I would give you a little squeeze, like this.” She lifts him up, her arms digging into the sides of his body, and gives him a shake; she smiles sweetly as he gasps for breath.
He groans and says ‘Yes, yes, please let me go, you’ve got the job.’
‘Imagine that didn’t produce the response I expected, then I would have to apply my muscles to your head, like this.’ She wraps her huge arms around his head and neck, tenses her biceps against his cheek bones and then pulls his face into her deep cleavage. ‘Men have told me that a squeeze like this causes severe pain, and may even interrupt their ability to breathe, can you see how I am using my large breasts to block your air intake.’ She holds him for a few seconds, releasing him to allow a huge intake of breath.
‘Yes, that is very painful and more than a little frightening; I can see that it might well change a man's mind.’
‘Finally I can use leg scissors, but only if I feel that someone needs to be taught a severe lesson. Painful though it can be; a lot of men seem only too keen to endure my reverse head scissors. For some reason, they find it erotic to have their head crushed by muscular thighs and their face ground into a heavily muscled butt.’
‘Perhaps you could you show me that, just so I have the full picture.’
‘Sure, lie on your back, this is a risky procedure with thighs this size, so you must slap my legs if the pain becomes unbearable, I don’t want to put you out of action before I have a job.’
She drops on him and his head disappears between her thighs. ‘Are you alright in there’, she says. There is a muffled reply which she takes as a good sign. She works her thigh muscles and his face appears, staring into her beautiful ass. She then raises her lower leg and uses her calf muscle to squeeze his head between her butt cheeks. She repeatedly flexes her glutes, pummeling his face. ‘At this stage most men seem to enjoy the experience, but that’s only because I haven’t really squeezed them yet, so here we go.’ She pushes his face hard against those magnificent globes and tightens her thighs; he screams and begins to frantically beat her legs. She relaxes and his head drops to the floor.
He takes a minute or two before he can drag himself up from the floor. ‘I have to admit you are definitely equipped for intimidation. The fear I get just looking at your terrifying physique would be enough to persuade me or anyone.’
‘So when can you start? I can give you $75000; not bad for someone with your limited experience.’
‘I need $150000, and I will give you control, protection and some very personal services. You will not refuse me because, firstly you are too frightened to risk the pain of my powerful crushes; and secondly, the prospect of seeing and feeling my fantastic muscles on a daily basis is irresistible. We both know that you want me, and for my part, I look forward to a job where I can inflict my muscles on you and your rough tough employees.’
‘That’s a convincing argument. When can you start?’
‘Right now, if you’re ready for me.’
‘I think I will always be ready for you.’
She picks him up like a baby. ‘Just to seal the deal’, she says; and kisses him full on the mouth as she presses him into her voluptuous body.
‘Why don’t we celebrate with a little bit of fun, you’re a good looking man and I will enjoy showing you some of the delights a muscular woman can provide.’
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Very nice story, big, dominant, but very sensual woman taking control, I like that a lot. k+!
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Very well written. Definitely a good story. +K
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Swiss Mountain
by jimoct2000
Chapter 1.
I had worked hard all my life, and now in my early fifties, I gave myself a break. I took a six month sabbatical, determined to see and experience Europe. I had never married, a few near misses, but no one ever seemed like the soul mate I wanted.
I had recently arrived in Zurich and was enjoying the luxury of a first class hotel. Seven o’clock, I sat myself down at the bar to enjoy a couple of aperitifs before dinner.
At this early hour, I almost had the place to myself. The only other person in the room, a woman sat diagonally across from me on the shorter side of the ‘L’ shaped bar. She was very attractive, and I assumed she must be waiting for someone; women who looked like that rarely drank alone. As is normal in these circumstances, we are checking each other out whilst pretending to show no interest. The next time I looked, she caught my gaze, a slight smile and she lifted her arms onto the bar. I gasped; the size of her arms was astonishing. She tensed enough to make her incredible muscles bulge alarmingly. I wanted to appear cool, even disinterested, but she knew I had to look, there was no way I could prevent himself from staring at those huge muscular arms.
She smiled and raised her arm across her chest towards her chin. She clenched her big fist and her biceps and shoulders expanded into huge balls of veined muscular flesh. She pouted her large luscious lips and beckoned me over. I picked up my drink and drifted over, desperately trying to appear casual.
‘I hope you don’t mind, I don’t like to drink alone, and I couldn’t help noticing, you can’t take your eyes off my arms.’
‘I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but they look extremely powerful, quite astonishing.’
‘Don’t worry; I’m used to the stares. In fact I rather like it. I come here fairly regularly, and you would be surprised at the number of men who react exactly as you did. Not everyone, of course, but men such as yourself find them irresistible.’
She twists her wrists and forearms, causing her massive muscles to ebb and flow, a hypnotic display.
‘I know you are desperate to touch my arms, so let’s get that out of the way.’
She took hold of my wrists and placed my hands on her upper arms. She manipulated her biceps so that I could feel the massive muscles moving under the thin, almost translucent skin. I would happily have spent the whole evening just feeling her arms.
‘Here you are caressing my arms and we haven’t even introduced ourselves. I’m Sylvia.’
‘I’m Dave, I am staying in Zurich for a few days, and then I shall carry on exploring Europe. Are you on holiday?’
‘No Dave, I work in Zurich.’
‘Are you Swiss, you’re English is very good?’
‘Yes I am a Swiss, but I was educated in England, my father was a diplomat based at our embassy in London.’
‘So how did you come to develop such powerful muscles?’
‘Well, my father was only a diplomat in the office, at home he was a brute, he assaulted my mother and me regularly. I was in a boarding school most of the year, but mother suffered all of the time.’
‘I decided that the only way to stop him was to become stronger than him. The school had a fantastic gymnasium and I had plenty of time on my own, so I set about building my strength. It took a long time, but by the time I was fourteen I had developed fairly impressive arms and legs. He noticed of course, and stopped hitting me, but I would often hear mother sobbing after one of his assaults.’
‘When I was sixteen, I had enough muscle to believe that I was ready to stop him. I waited until I heard him hitting my mother; I walked in and told him to stop. He told me that I would get the same if I didn’t get out of the room. I walked up to him and grabbed his arms. I was surprised to find that he couldn’t move his arms at all, but not as surprised as he was. I let his arms go and put my arms around his body, I squeezed so hard he began to groan and plead for release. I kept going until I felt his ribs crack.’
‘The feeling I got from crushing a bully was tremendous. I think the experience turned me into a bully, hurting a man takes me back to that day and that wonderful feeling of power. Muscles became my obsession; they had to become big enough to terrify anyone. I increased the training; I even entered body building competitions. Eventually my muscles were too big for the judges, and in any case I didn’t like the dieting, so I gave that up.’
‘You are probably trying to work out if I use my muscles in my job. Well, I do.’
‘What are you? Security, a bodyguard …’
‘No, my muscles are used for pain relief.’
‘Pain relief!!! Good grief, I can see how arms like that could cause a great deal of pain, but pain relief, how is that possible?’
‘In a way you are right, I can cause as much pain as I want to. Sometimes I do. In fact I occasionally get a great deal of pleasure from inflicting pain, but as I said, when I’m working, my strength is used for pain relief.’
‘So how does that work?’
‘Well you may know that euthanasia is permitted in Switzerland. In fact the most famous euthanasia clinic, Dignitas, is located here in Zurich. It isn’t the only one. If you choose to end your life at Dignitas, you are treated with drugs, causing unconsciousness and eventually death. There are many wealthy people here who care to opt for a more poetic end. In the clinic where I work, you can pay for a woman to smother you with her enormous breasts, many choose that option. If you like the idea of domination by a muscular woman, then you can opt to have the life squeezed out of you by powerful arms or legs. Now that’s where I come in.’
‘Before the final session we give the client what we call a non-lethal session. I allow him to feel my arms around his head and body and then the various ways he can be crushed by my legs. He can then select his preferred method. There are clients who have not enjoyed any sexual activity in years, they often achieve an orgasm they thought impossible during this trial period. Many want another non-lethal session before they die. If they pay they can have as many as they like.’
‘You may think it’s a strange way to earn a living, but there is a lot of satisfaction in granting the wish of a dying man. If I am honest, I have to admit I get a deal of pleasure causing men pain, and then to be able to keep going and damage them beyond repair, is the ultimate power trip.’
‘Judging by the look on your face, you are not sure whether to be terrified or excited by what you imagine I might do to you. Well let me put your mind at rest. Buy me dinner and I will show you what I can do. I have no desire to spend the rest of my life in prison, so you will survive. If you want a little or a lot of pain, that’s easy. If you want to be trapped in a muscular prison, no problem. If you simply want to feel my muscular body, you can have that. All I want from you is dinner and your company; I get my kicks from your reaction to my muscle.’
‘Later on, when we are alone, I will treat you to the most enormous display of muscle you can imagine, until now you have only seen my arms and shoulders. The power you will see will frighten you, I have seen men wet themselves at the sight of my muscular thighs. I can’t wait to see the look on your face. So drink up, let’s have dinner, and then on to the entertainment.’
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My Fantasy: Candy
I have become obsessed with the idea of strong muscular women dominating men. I collect as many clips as I can find. In particular I like the women to possess large muscles whilst maintaining a vision of innocence. The combination of huge power and a pretty smiling face is irresistible. My fantasy is to find a clip of someone like the cartoon character Annie Ample crushing a man or a boy with the utmost ease, smiling or laughing as she reduces him to a quivering jelly.
I long to see this kind of activity in the flesh, perhaps be able to touch those massive muscles as they pressurise their helpless victims. Of course women with Annie’s dimensions do not exist, but in my imagination they come close. I had considered booking sessions with some of the most muscular women, but could not find the courage. There didn’t seem to be any possibility of paying to observe a session. I began to wonder how such a situation could be engineered.
The people I envied the most were those involved in shooting the clips. I have no technical ability but fancied the idea of being the director of a film containing elements of all my fantasies. I reasoned that such a film could make money, but even if it didn’t, it would give me a chance to experience the dream.
I started trying to imagine all of the elements I would like in the film. A complex story line would involve far too much building of characters, with long stretches developing the plot rather than seeing the action I craved. What better then than to make a film ‘My Fantasy’, as a series of scenes I had read and seen, centered on my favourite muscular characters.
The character was easy to imagine but very difficult to cast. She had to be an innocent looking young girl with massive bulging muscles. Hopefully she would have large breasts, but this was a secondary consideration. I would dress her in a schoolgirl outfit to emphasise her innocence.
The scenes were easier: the usual muscular overpowering of school boys, school masters, doctors and relatives. I thought that the selection of a lead character would give me the inspiration I needed. With any luck she would be able to contribute scenes from her life experience.
I hired studio space and a cameraman. I advertised for the lead character by describing the attributes of the cartoon characters I admired. I reasoned that an advert for a superman character say, would not put off men who thought they could play the part, but were perhaps unsure that they could fly. I expected that anyone auditioning for a cartoon like muscle girl part would realise that a substantial physique was a minimum requirement.
I received a number of applications for the part and scheduled auditions for the most promising. I decided that we would film the auditions, asking the applicants to work their magic on a number of teenage boys. If I thought it necessary, I would play the part of a father, teacher or doctor.
On the day of the auditions I had a better turnout than expected. The initial applicants were mostly disappointing. Some had very impressive muscles but had reached an age that they couldn’t be expected to appear as the innocent schoolgirl I had in mind, others had the innocent look I needed but fell way short of my muscular fantasy. On the plus side I had enjoyed a close look and occasionally a feel of some magnificent muscles.
I was beginning to lose heart when Candy walked onto the set. She had the look of a schoolgirl with her blond hair, complete with pigtails, a beautiful innocent freckled face, a jacket that looked as if it would fit the largest male body builder and a glimpse of immense thighs emerging from a short skirt.
She smiled and I asked her to remove the jacket. She took it off, revealing a white singlet, stretched by a large pair of breasts and the most massive arms I had ever seen on a female; even in her relaxed state the volume of muscle was amazing. At this point several of the teenage boys I had hired decided that they had urgent business elsewhere.
‘What do you think?’ she said, raising her arms and flexing her huge biceps. Large veins snaking over the muscles of her biceps and forearms added to the impression of immense power.
She turned around to give us a breath-taking view of her magnificent neck, shoulder and back muscles.
‘It’s gone very quiet, are my big muscles frightening you all?’
She strolled slowly in my direction with that ponderous, confident stride powerful women seem to possess.
‘Looks like you can’t take your eyes off my arms. Fancy an extreme close-up?’
Suddenly she is in my face, an impish grin, I am frozen on the spot and she knows it. She locks her hands behind my neck and pushes her biceps into the side of my face. Her muscles seem much larger than my head.
‘How do they look? Do they feel good? I must give you a taste of my muscle power. Whenever I have a man held like this, the temptation to squeeze is irresistible.’
I am too shocked to speak, so I try to shake my head. Not a chance, my head is locked in those massive muscles. She starts to squeeze and my head feels as if it could burst, then I assume I blacked out.
I come to, and she is cradling me in her arms. ‘Oops, I must have squeezed a little too hard. I was perhaps a little too keen to impress.’
I knew immediately that she was going to be the star of my film. I wanted to know more about her life, perhaps she had experiences I could work into the script.
‘You look tremendous, have you any idea of the sort of things we want you to do?’
‘Well I read some of the stories; and the thought of using my power to squeeze and hurt boys and men is very exciting.’
‘Have you ever been in a situation where you have needed or wanted to use your muscles on men?’
‘When I first decided to reveal my muscles at school, most of the boys looked frightened. Some however were fascinated and would ask me if they could have a little feel. I enjoyed the dreamy look on their faces as they realised they were close to a power that could easily destroy them. Eventually they would ask me if I would demonstrate my muscle power. I would squeeze them and generally bury them in a mass of muscle. I found that I could make them tremble, whimper and even scream with what seemed to me to be an innocuous little squeeze. I soon found that their fear of my power gave me a tremendous thrill. From that point on I began to engineer situations where I had the opportunity to sneak my arms or legs around them.’
‘It seems to me that the sort of fantasy we want to film is already a part of your life. We do however need to see you in action, so I would like to start by asking you to surround my body with those amazing muscles.’
‘Sure, but remember what happened before. You must stop me when the pain becomes unbearable.’
She strolled over and placed her right arm around my neck. She pulled me into her chest, her breasts around my throat and a huge bicep pressing into my cheek. She put her left arm around my body and lifted me so that my legs were dangling. She flexed her biceps so that one was repeatedly pressurising my cheekbone and the other felt like it was about to crush my ribs. I looked up into that angelic grinning face.
‘Do you like feeling my little old muscles pressing into you? Would you like to feel some real pain? These arms of mine are desperate to show you what they can do.’
I feel like an addict, I want the experience even though I know I could be damaged. I nod nervously.
Immediately I feel intense pain as she squeezes all the air from my lungs and presses in on my head. I beat my hands on her shoulders and mercifully she eases back.
The she began to slide me up and down her body, causing an immediate reaction in my groin. Evidently not the innocent young girl she appeared to be. I was suddenly aware that the film crew and other actors were watching, so I asked her to release me.
‘I enjoyed that, and it seems to me that you did too. I hope you are going to give me the part.’
I knew that I couldn’t resist making the film with her, but I wanted to keep the audition going.
‘That was great, but we need to be sure you can do some of the other scenes. Have you ever held a man between your thighs?’
‘Well – yes, but men tend to pass out very quickly if I squeeze them with any power at all. The problem is that my thighs are so large that their heads are completely immersed in muscle, even a little squeeze blocks all the air paths.’
‘If you just lie on your back I will show you what I mean.’
She took off her skirt and lowered herself face down, legs apart, with her head above my crotch and her massively muscled round arse, barely covered by her skimpy panties, just below my chin. She gently closed her thighs around my head. I couldn’t see anything and could barely hear, but at least I could breathe. She gave me a quick jolt with her thighs. The pressure was beyond belief, I screamed but I suspect that a muffled squeal is all that escaped her thighs.
She moved further down my body so that my head was now trapped just above her knees. I was a little groggy but I could hear again and found myself staring at the most beautiful rounded arse I had ever seen. She eased herself upright and moved my head between her knees before lowering her magnificent arse onto my face. She then repeatedly flexed her arse giving my face a severe pummeling.
‘What do you think’ she said, ‘can we use that in your film?’
I knew we would, but was unsure whether I wanted to be on the receiving end again.
‘There are of course other ways of squeezing with my legs. I can wrap them around your stomach or your chest. If I lie on my back I can hold you in the air and bounce or spin you. I can easily squeeze all the air out of your body and you will eventually pass out.’
‘If you don’t mind we will try that on someone else, what about lifting me, that sounds a little less painful.’
She took off her singlet, revealing a tiny bikini top just about covering the nipples of her large breasts.
‘Let’s try a lift that seems to excite men the most.’ She put one arm between my legs from the front. ‘Hold on to my shoulders.’ I did as I was told, resting my hands on her cannon ball shoulders. She lifted me easily bending her arm and pushing me onto her biceps. ‘You might find this interesting.’ She began repeatedly lengthening and shortening her immense bicep muscles. The movement of her biceps between my legs again inspired an immediate erection. I blushed and did my best to prevent the film crew from seeing it.
‘Listen, if we are going to make a film you are going to have to get used to the idea that you may become aroused. It’s quite normal, I like to see your excitement, and it is certainly going to happen to those boys you have lined up.’
She changed her hold, moving her hands into my arm pits, and then lowered me until my head was nestling between those huge breasts. She pressed her arms into the side of her breasts, inflating them and causing my head to become completely enveloped. She moved her hands down leaving me supported entirely by her breast pressure on my head.
She grinned at me, ‘I think this gets me the part, don’t you?’
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Chapter2
Candy went back to her apartment. She had the part and shooting would start tomorrow morning.
She stripped to her bra and panties and in the usual way admired her muscles in the big mirror as she went through her nightly heavy lifting routine.
She was extremely pleased with herself. She was going to be paid for doing the thing she loved most. She now had almost unlimited opportunities to crush and mangle men and boys, they would be shocked at the pain and fear they were about to experience. She couldn’t stop smiling as she began to imagine those weak males struggling to resist her huge muscles. The contradiction of her sweet little face and monstrous body lured men into her deadly trap. Most of them would become very aroused as her rock hard muscles crushed into them. She loved to see them tremble as they realised they had no hope of escaping her immense power.
She left for the studio early; she could barely wait for the excitement to start. They had her costume ready and a story board waiting.
They dress her in a short plaid skirt, skimpy panties and a tight shirt.
She reads the story board. She is to get annoyed by two boys who are pointing and giggling at her. She confronts them and as they continue giggling she is to grab them both round the neck and lift them to their feet. She is to squeeze them both and they are expected to scream and beg for mercy before she knocks them unconscious. She thinks to herself that they will not need to do much acting. She is then called into the headmaster who tells her that she is an over muscled trollope and she had better get into line. She tells him that she has exactly the right amount of muscle for what she intends to do next. She is then expected to seduce the headmaster with a massive muscle display. He becomes over excited and she decides to teach him a lesson. She squeezes the breath out of him and drops him on the floor. She then must apply a reverse head scissor, pushing him into her arse and pummeling him with her arse cheeks until he too passes out.
The director is dressed in his tweed suit and tie, ready to play the headmaster.
‘You’ve had a good look at the story, do you see any problems?’
‘Not for me, I hope your boys are up for this, some pain is inevitable if the film is to look realistic.’
‘Sounds good, but remember you are playing a cute playful schoolgirl. She doesn’t really understand the damage she can cause with her colossal muscles. She has a strict sense of right and wrong, which can lead to pain for those who transgress her personal code.’
‘I love the look on your face when you talk about big muscles. I think you can hardly wait to see my muscles in action. You love the big curves and the bulk, but most of all you want to experience the power. I am looking forward to our scene, I will immerse you in a sea of muscle, the power I have will scramble your brain.’
‘Yes, I do love your muscles, just imagining your strength is very exciting. The anticipation of the close up view and the expectation of helplessness are both exciting and terrifying. A part of me says run away, get out while you still can.’
‘Love the fear, frightening men is a brilliant feeling, it will hurt but you will survive. I don’t want to break any of my favourite toys.’
‘OK, take your positions.’
She squeezes herself into the desk and the director calls ‘Scene 1, take 1 and action.’
The boys begin their giggling and pointing.
She gets up, walks over. ‘What’s the matter boys, never seen a girl with muscles before?’
‘Girls shouldn’t have muscles like that, they’re ugly.’
‘I think my muscles are beautiful, a closer look might change your mind.’ She walks behind them and wraps her arms around both heads. She lifts them to their feet, each head trapped between a huge arm and a large breast. A little squeeze and they both begin to groan. She stands them up. ‘What do you think boys? Still think these little old muscles are ugly?’
They both appear too frightened to say anything.
‘Well, your silence has offended my muscles, I am very much afraid they will retaliate in the only way they know.’
Her biceps began to swell and grind into the side of their heads; they both scream and pass out. She drops them onto the floor.
The director ran forward. ‘This is supposed to be acting, you could have killed them.’
‘If I wanted to kill them, that would be easy enough. I wanted to hurt them, that’s what I do. When they recover you will find that if they weren’t addicted to female muscle before, they are now.’
‘Let’s get a few things straight, look at this.’ She raises her enormous upper arm in front of his face, he appears to be hypnotised, he can’t take his eyes off her biceps. She clenches her fist. ‘This isn’t an arm, it’s a sledge hammer.’
‘My muscles aren’t just huge, they are extremely dangerous. You gave me the part because I frighten and amaze you. Don’t think I haven’t worked out why you are making this film. I know you are turned on whenever I touch you, even the casual way I can inflict enormous pain.’
‘I suppose that’s true. Most of the time I adore your muscles, and still find myself excited by the ease with which they can crush me senseless.’
‘You know what can happen; shall we get on with the scene in the headmasters study? I can’t wait to feel you tremble in my reverse scissors’
They take their positions and she enters the head masters study.
‘Miss Stevens, I am informed by your form teacher that you have assaulted two of the boys in your class.’
‘I had no choice headmaster; they were making fun of my appearance.’
‘Well no wonder, you are dressed to flaunt your body. Most people would think that if you must develop muscles to that ridiculous size, you should at least cover them up. There is nothing attractive about huge muscles on a pretty young girl.’
‘You really don’t find this attractive?’ She flexed her arms and legs in an overwhelming display.
‘Definitely not, that’s almost obscene.’
She moved closer, her breasts grazing his chest and her thighs bulging into his. Then she puts her arms around his neck and gives him a close view of her massive biceps. She pushes against him and begins to feel his erection pressing into her.
‘Headmaster, I’m shocked, these obscene muscles seem to have caused an unfortunate reaction in your pants. Perhaps they are a little more attractive at close range.’
‘You do realise that this kind of thing cannot be tolerated from a man in your position. You know that I will have to report this to the school governors – unless.’
‘Unless what?’
‘Unless you are prepared to accept my justice and punishment. In return I will keep your indiscretion as a secret between us.’
‘It seems like I haven’t much choice. What sort of punishment do you have in mind?’
‘Well we both know you like my muscles, and my muscles are twitching to get at you. So why not a little crushing, you will remember it forever, my muscles will enjoy the feel of a helpless male body and justice will be served.’
The headmaster is beginning to appear extremely nervous, he knows he wants to feel her muscles overwhelming him but fear is beginning to take over.
‘Perhaps a little bear hug will help you realise the error of you ways.’
She surrounds him with her mighty arms, trapping his arms to his side.
‘Aargh, you’re breaking my arms, please let me go.’
‘Don’t be silly we have only just started, you can lift your arms out but I haven’t finished crushing you.’
He removes his arms from the deadly embrace and she continues her squeeze. The breath is leaving his chest and he can’t breathe in enough to replace it. She places one hand behind his head and forces his face into the cleavage of her large breasts. Now he can’t breathe at all. He eventually goes limp and she lets him slide to the floor.
‘Damn’ she says. ‘I haven’t finished yet.’ She gets on her knees and begins blowing and sucking the air from his lungs until he starts to come round.
‘You’re not getting out of this by passing out’
She turns him on his back, drops on top of him, his face held between her thighs in the classic reverse scissors position.
‘You remember saying my muscles are unattractive? What do you think of these huge thighs, how do you like the shape of my powerful arse.’
‘Absolutely magnificent, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.’
‘Let’s not forget why you are in this position. My muscles are not merely beautiful, they are extremely dangerous.’
She uses her calves to push his head into her bowling ball glutes.
‘I am going to treat you to my specialty, the gluteal punch.’
She then began to flex her glutes alternately, punching one side of his face and then the other with a rock hard ball of muscle. She increased the speed and power until the headmaster began to groan and beg for her to stop. She didn’t stop until he stopped groaning as he lost consciousness.
She waited for him to come round.
‘Don’t start complaining, you always knew you were playing with fire.’
‘I’m not complaining. That was horrifying, but an experience I will never forget. The sight of those immense muscles punching my face was the most erotic experience I could ever imagine.’
‘Well Mr. Director, we only have two scenes, what are we going to do next?’
‘I have a suggestion for you Candy. Why don’t we go back to my place and discuss a few scenarios. You could maybe show me some of the things you can do and we can see how we can work them into the film.’
‘You aint seen nothing yet, I reckon I can show you a few things to get your creative juices flowing.’
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Chapter 3
As planned they go back to his apartment.
‘I can’t keep calling you Mr. Director, what is your name.’
‘My names Jack.’
‘Well, Jack, a real pleasure to be here. You probably have the wrong idea about me, so let’s get comfortable and I’ll tell you about myself.’
They sat together on the couch. He was intensely aware of her body where it touched his. Just the proximity of those awesome muscles; completely overwhelming. He concentrated on looking into her eyes, but couldn’t stop himself glancing at the huge bulges of flesh. Every little move she made demanded his attention. Of course she new the hypnotic effect of her muscles and couldn’t help smiling at his attempts to ignore them.
‘You can look, I like you to look, but I’m not a cartoon character, I am a real woman, you saw me playing a part today. I have the same desires as most women and I want to attract men just as they do. All women make the most of the assets they possess; it just happens that mine are a little different.’
‘I know I have a face that makes you think sweet little girl. Always a shock for a man when he realises the cute little smile is accompanied by terrifying power. In truth I am a bully. I can make any man cry, crawl and beg for mercy. Believe me I love to do that. Causing a man to scream by simply flexing a huge muscle into his body is a fantastic turn on.’
‘The need to hurt men came from my experiences as a child. Like most women I grew up in a family dominated by men. In the final analysis men had the power and would occasionally use it. That changed for me in my thirteenth year. I saw my uncle and aunt having an argument; eventually he slapped her so hard she went to the ground. I knew I was stronger than anyone at school, perhaps I could teach him a lesson. I walked up to him and punched him in the mouth. He went out cold. Eventually he staggered to his feet. What happened he said? My fist happened I said, and if I ever see or hear that you have done that again, then my fist will happen again. I raised my arm to his face; he seemed to see my muscles for the first time. He was clearly frightened and made a rapid exit. From that moment I knew I had the power and I couldn’t wait to use it.’
‘I do know that most men are extremely attracted to my massive muscles, so I like to make them obvious; difficult not to actually. Men like you want to see and feel the power. However frightened you are, you are drawn like moths to a flame.‘
‘Secondly you need to understand the situation you will find yourself in if you achieve your obvious desire for a relationship with me. It will only work if you can accept the reality of your position. For example we have some kind of disagreement. You can marshal the most persuasive rational arguments, but it will always be settled by the powerful logic contained in here’, raising her arm to his face and tapping her fingers on her enormous biceps. It’s a little like international diplomacy; when talks fail, armed intervention becomes likely.’
‘There is also the problem of the emotional balance of power. You clearly need me, or at least my muscles, with a desire you can’t hide. Lose me and you would never replace the thrill of my muscular power. On the other hand, my main requirement is to have someone readily available to crush, reduce to tears and plead for mercy. The truth is that I have the sort of cute sweet girlish face that attracts men anywhere; they see kindness and gentleness in my eyes. They see my muscles as some sort of decoration, the look on their faces when they first feel the pain is priceless. So I can take my pleasure anywhere. You need me and I need almost anyone.’
‘I suppose I started this project in the hope of finding myself in this situation. I appreciate you telling me the reality of my position, but frankly the thought that I can see and touch your amazing body in private is more than I could ever have hoped for. Let’s concentrate on the film for a while, tell me about your early muscle encounters.’
‘As a teenager I began to realise that I had far more strength than anyone else I knew. I soon found out that boys were terrified and excited by contact with my muscles. I wanted to frighten and excite even more, and so I became obsessed with building more and more muscle. I would squeeze boys until they begged for mercy, just for the fun of it.’
‘Look at my arm and this big fist, the temptation to punch you across this apartment is almost irresistible. Imagine you had the fastest legs on the planet, you wouldn’t want to jog, you would enjoy passing everyone in a blur. I have the fastest, heaviest punch you can imagine, I long to use it but I can’t, punching a hole in someone is considered rude in respectable society.’
‘I do, however, get a big kick out of frightening you, and talking about my big fist did just that. How would you like a close encounter with some really big muscles? Would you like to know how it feels to drown in a sea of heavy muscle?’
‘I’m getting the impression that I don’t have a choice. You are going to hurt me whatever I say. I hope that the pleasure outweighs the pain and there is no permanent damage.’
‘Well no pain for a while, I am just going to put my arms around your head and rub my muscles into your face. I am going to tell you a few stories. Having my muscles against your face will help you to understand what they can do.’
‘As you can imagine I began to acquire something of a reputation at school. The teachers could see that the boys seemed to be nervous when I was around. The size of my muscles was obvious and I would catch some of the male teachers having a sneaky look. I would casually move my arms in a way that made my muscles bulge.’
‘Mr. Robinson, our biology teacher, seemed to be particularly fascinated. He was a good looking young man and I decided I would try to compromise him, so that he would be unable to resist. I made sure that I was always the last to leave the classroom and would pass as close to him as I could. I would give him a sweet smile and made sure that my arms looked as large as possible. One day, as I walked past, he said ‘Candy’ and touched my upper arm, as if to gain my attention. I was ready, and immediately flexed a huge ball of muscle. He gasped and laid his hand across the hard veiny ball. I put my hand on top of his and worked my biceps into his hand. He could not take his eyes off my arm. I raised my other arm and flexed as hard as I could, the massive muscle inches away from his face. He didn’t say a word, he just rubbed his face against my arm. I put my arm around the back of his neck and pulled his lips onto mine. I think he was frightened we might be seen, so he starts to struggle. That resistance is always exciting for me. I pulled him hard against my body so that he would feel my breasts and thighs as I dominated him with my lips and tongue. I suggested to him, that he take me to his place and I would show him a display of muscle he would never forget. Of course he dithered, but there was no way he could pass up the invitation.’
‘We get to his apartment, remember he’s a teacher and used to exercising his authority. He starts telling me that as a biology teacher he has an interest in my extraordinary development, and he needs to investigate in the interests of science. I tell him that his interest is the same as all the men and boys I have met, sexual not scientific. He puts on his indignant face, calls me young lady and starts a bit of finger wagging. I decide to put his scientific objectivity to the test. I put my arms around his head, exactly as I’m doing to you, and apply a little pressure. He starts to struggle and gasp, so I lean into him and pressure his face a little more until he realises there is no escape. He then kisses my biceps and I mock his claim that his interest is scientific. I tell him I have a little experiment of my own. If I rough him up, will he scream before or after he has an erection and how long after that can he retain his consciousness.’
‘As you might guess, I have quite a number of ways I can rough a man up. I can press your head into my breast so you can’t breathe. See, feels good doesn’t it, for the first few seconds at any rate. It seems to have had an effect on your dick. I can squeeze all the air from your chest simply by wrapping my arms around you and squeezing. The most effective way is to force your head between my powerful thighs; a minimal squeeze will put you out very quickly. ‘
‘I gave Mr. Robinson all of that and waited for him to come round. You probably guessed erection first, then scream followed by knock out. As you know, I get fairly excited myself, just watching men struggle hopelessly against my enormous muscles, so I made sure that Mr. Robinson woke up with his head between my thighs his face against my tush. When he came round I told him that he could either use his mouth togive me the best orgasm I ever had or he could go back to sleep. To his credit I didn’t feel the need to put him out again. I told him he could relieve himself any way he chose and as always happens when I give men the choice, he chose to hump my biceps.’
‘From then on he was my plaything; I visited him whenever I felt the need. Speaking of which, Jack, I am beginning to feel the need right now. You can of course say no, but if you do, I will still satisfy the need, and you will find out how easily my huge muscles can change your mind. I suppose I would quite like you to say no, I am becoming quite excited at the thought of using my muscles to make you tremble and beg.’
‘I want to say yes, because I want to please you and the idea of your gigantic muscles grinding into my body is terrifying. It seems to me that I could suffer enough agony from your friendliest squeeze or caress.’
‘You are going to be my new plaything. You will have a chance to experience at first hand the pleasure and pain I gave Mr. Robinson. Think about it, you are going to be overwhelmed by gigantic, bulging feminine muscles. I will squeeze and twist your puny body until you beg me to stop. Then I am going to trap your face against my labia and force you to bring me to orgasm. If I like your performance I will allow you to achieve your orgasm. Are you ready for this?’