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Olga the Muscleguard- by John
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Olga got out of bed and stood before the mirror. She was totally nude. She always slept in the nude. She yawned and slowly flexed her massive 30 inch arms in a double biceps pose. She watched with approval as the shredded muscle jumped to attention even at this early hour. Her biceps and triceps were truly enormous, with hard, bulging fibers of muscle clearly visible under her sun-tanned skin and veins crisscrossing everywhere. She then placed her hands on her hips and flexed her pecs, lats and abs. Her gigantic 85 inch bust bulged with muscle. Her huge pecs and tits pushed out from her ribcage, big and thick and striated with rippling muscle fibers. The cleavage between those two huge pieces of meat must have been fifteen inches deep. Her delts looked like bowling balls of muscle capping shoulders that were more than twice as wide as her hips. Thick, wide lats flared out to the sides, tapering down to her narrow, athletic hips and muscular, big ass. Her 8-pack abs looked like a washboard. Shit, her waist was only 30 inches, tiny on a body that was packed with 450 pounds of muscle. She flexed her quads and watched the huge slabs of muscle spring to attention at her command. Fibers and veins were everywhere. Her thighs measured an enormous 40 inches, more than her waist. Her calves were 28 inches, bigger than most guys' thighs. She smiled as she saw just how huge and shredded she was. Her blue eyes and long blond hair betrayed her roots in Siberia. She was dreadful and pretty at the same time. A goddess to die for...
She started to get hard as she looked at her body in the mirror and thought about the day ahead. She was gonna have a lot of fun. She loved her job as the muscleguard. She was gonna lift tons of heavy weights, eat tons of good food, snuff out some chickens just for fun, as many as she wanted, and fuck the shit out of at least five or six chickens. Her record was ten fucks in one day. Ten chickens fucked to death by Olga the Muscleguard.
Olga had been the Muscleguard at the Zhigrov Prison Camp for six months. During that time she had put on 40 more pounds of muscle, going from 410 to 450 pounds at her height of 7 feet 2 inches. She was a giant, bigger and stronger than most men in the world, and she was still young - only 19 years old. She was gonna keep getting bigger and stronger.
Olga was the only child of two elite members of the old Soviet sports
machine. Both her mother and father were shot-putters of the Soviet track and field
team. They were each plucked out of their villages in Siberia at a young age by
Soviet sports officials because they were the biggest and strongest girl and boy in
their whole region. Then they were trained at the special sports camp where they
lifted weights, ate huge amounts of food and got constant injections of steroids
and other muscle-building hormones and drugs. They got tremendously big and
strong and they both became champion shot-putters. And they were both very
aggressive. Big, strong, aggressive athletes. The sports machine encouraged them
to mate with each other so they could produce a child even bigger and stronger than they were. They produced Olga. Olga weighed 12 pounds when she was born. She was a big, healthy baby and a big, healthy infant. Olga thrived in the care of her huge parents. They knew she was going to be a great athlete, bigger and stronger than they were and they did everything to make it real, maybe too much. Besides her size, there was another unusual thing on Olga. Due to the strong genetic manipulation and hormones she had been given nearly since she was born, some secondary effects appeared soon. Her little, still innocent sex slowly changed into something that nobody expected - a penis. Moreover, both of her parents unfortunately died in a plane crash when Olga was only two years old and then there was nobody else willing to protect her. She was considered a monster, a failure, and she was sent to an ordinary orphanage close to Moscow.
Almost immediately everyone at the orphanage could see that Olga was
different. She was much bigger and stronger than any of the other kids of her age, both girls and boys and she loved to show off her strength by lifting heavy objects and by beating up other kids. Olga would pick up a tricycle on the playground and press it up and down several times with ease. No other kid could lift the thing off the ground. She already also became quite aggressive. Olga loved to walk up to another kid and punch him in the gut. She loved the feeling of her knuckles hitting the flesh of another human being. She loved watching the expression on the face of the other kid as the miserable little wimp buckled over in pain. Then she flexed her arm and watched her muscles in her shoulder and triceps bulge, the muscles that had just smashed her fist into the soft gut of the pathetic weakling. It seemed like this aggression was bred into Olga, just like her obsession with her muscles. Olga smiled as she watched her muscles bulge under her skin. She liked being big and strong. To her, the weakling deserved to get beaten up. That was just the way things were. Olga was big and strong and Olga could beat up anyone she wanted. And she loved doing it.
Because Olga was so much bigger and stronger than kids her own age, the
officials at the orphanage put her with kids who were much older. Even then, Olga
attacked the older kids. At least they could fight back. Olga didn't care. She loved to
fight. And she usually won.
By the time Olga was 13 years old, she was already bigger and stronger than
the oldest kids in the orphanage. She stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed 255
pounds, all solid muscle. The orphanage had a weight room and Olga ruled it.
At 14 years old she was 6'4" and weighed 295 pounds. She was so much bigger and stronger than anyone else that it wasn't even funny. She didn't pick on the kids in the orphanage anymore. She liked to escape into town regularly and get into fights with older men, punching them out and breaking their bones. She liked the sound of bones breaking.
A year later, just after she raped and killed one of her teachers (a female), Olga escaped from the orphanage for good. After she left the orphanage, Olga joined a gym in Moscow and supported herself by working for the Russian Mafia as an enforcer. Olga was the youngest enforcer and the only woman in the mob, but she was one of the most lethal. She loved making her victims suffer before she snuffed them out. She loved watching her huge muscles bulge as they crushed the bodies of her victims like steel vises. She loved toying and raping her prey, both men and women; raping them to death with her huge cock and muscles. Olga loved her work.
Olga kept growing and getting stronger. Besides working out twice a day in
the gym, she also became a skilled street fighter. For the first time she also had the perfect nutrition. The mob made sure Olga had plenty of food, supplements and steroids. By the time she turned 18 years old she was 6'8" and weighed 400 pounds. By now she was the most feared enforcer of the entire mob in whole Moscow. She was a lethal machine and she took pleasure in her work, making her victims suffer to the extreme before she snuffed them out. If the mob gave Olga a hit order on you, you would suffer a fate worse than death before actually being dead. Sometimes Olga would snuff her hits in front of the punk's girlfriend, friends or family.
As the wife looked on in horror, Olga would rip the arms off her husband.
She was so strong she could just jerk off a guy's arm like she was pulling off the leg
of a turkey. Then she'd take the bloody arm and use it like a club to savagely beat the
head and face of her prey until it looked like bloody pulp. Then she'd crush the guy's
ribs between her huge hands like she was crushing a cardboard box. Blood would be
gushing out of the hapless victim's mouth. He'd look up at the huge bitch who was
smashing him, pleading for mercy. But there would be none. Olga would laugh at
the little weakling's pleas and then flex her big muscles as if to say "You ain't shit
compared to these, punk. They're gonna snuff you out like a bug, and they won't
even have to work hard doin' it." Then, when the guy was almost dead from pain
and bleeding, Olga would place her hands on the sides of the guy's head and force
them together with the brute power of her huge pecs. Instantly, the little punk's skull
would be crushed like a piece of fruit by the massive muscles of Olga's young body.
Brains would spurt out of the smashed skull like shit. Olga would smile as she
watched her big hands crush the skull like paper mâché. Sometimes, instead of the
skull crushing, Olga would grab the punk's neck with her big hand and snap it like a
twig. Then she'd rip the head off the body, and hand it to the punk's wife before playing sadistically with the poor woman too. No witness. Another hit for the mob. Olga was the best.
Olga's reputation spread throughout most of the ex-Soviet Union. One person who heard about her was general Tarik, the absolute ruler of Tazikistan. General Tarik ruled by fear and intimidation. His police routinely rounded up opponents and put them in Zhigrov prison, one of the most miserable places in the world. He wanted life at the prison to be as horrible as it could possibly be. He wanted all his countrymen to know what could happen to them if they dared to disobey him. He thought Olga would make a perfect guard at the prison. A muscleguard. A gigantic, muscular guard who would intimidate the prisoners just by her sheer physical presence. A huge physical specimen who would be given absolute freedom to do whatever she wanted to the prisoners. General Tarik smiled as he thought of it. Olga the Muscleguard would be the symbol of the general's absolute power and supremacy. She would crush anyone she wanted.
So general Tarik sent his men to Moscow and offered Olga a big sum of
money to come to Tazikistan and become the main guard at Zhigrov prison. The job
sounded great to Olga. She would have all the food, supplements and drugs she
wanted. She'd be able to work out in a big gym with all the equipment she wanted
and thousands of pounds of weights and get even bigger and stronger than she already
was. And there were thousands of pathetic little prisoners just waiting to get snuffed
by her big muscles. She could do whatever she wanted to them. She was goddess. All she had to do was to eat, work out and fuck up as many prisoners as she wanted. This sounded like a lot of fun to Olga and she was on the next flight to Tazikistan.
...
As Olga was flexing her muscles in the mirror, she heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door to see a little guard holding a tray with a hypodermic needle and
some vials of liquid.
"Your morning drugs, madam," said the guard, visibly trembling at the sight of the huge, nude babe standing in front of him. The guard looked to be about the same age as Olga, 19 years old, but he was a shrimp compared to the giant Russian. He probably weighed about 130 pounds, which looked like nothing compared to Olga's 450 pounds of solid muscle. Olga was the ruler of the prison and she ruled the guards just like she ruled the prisoners. She outweighed all the other guards by at least 300 pounds. All the other guards treated her with utmost respect because they didn't want to get on the wrong side of all that muscle.
Olga inspected the vials to make sure they were the right drugs. Two
steroids, a human growth hormone and another drug that Olga got from a secret
laboratory in Moscow. She nodded her head in approval. Then she looked at the little
guard and said, "OK, you know what to do. Get to work." She turned around, so her
huge, muscular butt was facing the guard. The guard swallowed hard in awe when staring closely at her naked, tight ass and poked the syringe into the first vial
and sucked out the muscle-building liquid. Then he pushed the syringe into the huge
mass of muscle in Olga's butt and injected the drug. Olga could barely feel the
needle going into her flesh. She was so big and had so much muscle in her ass that
the needle was nothing to her. The guard did this four times, two injections into each
globe of Olga's massive butt, but still couldn't cope with the arousing view every time he did it. But touching it... no way! He always remembered one of the guards, who was said to be foolish enough to try to lick Olga's magnificent ass. She only laughed and the other day, they found him dead - raped and crushed beyond recognition.
Olga felt a rush surge through her body as the drugs entered her bloodstream, a rush of testosterone and other hormones. Her pride - her cock started to harden. She felt super strong and super aggressive. She was ready to kick some ass.
When the guard finished the shots, Olga turned around and faced him.
Olga's cock was now almost hard, as the muscle-building drugs surged through her
body, drugs that would make her get even bigger and stronger than she already was.
The guard gasped as he looked at Olga's huge body and her thick cock. Olga's stiff
cock was about 15 inches long and as thick as a beer can. More than a foot long, big
and thick, and as hard as a steel rod. It was huge and hard, just like the rest of her
body. Olga smiled at the guard's gaping stare. She was no longer ashamed of it, on the contrary, she loved having and using it. Moreover, for most of the people who had the outstanding chance to see her that way, she often was the very last person they saw at all. Everyone, both men and women, had the same reaction to her. They were overwhelmed by her physical superiority. She flexed hers arms and looked proudly at the 30 inch mass of biceps and triceps in her upper arms.
"Feel those monsters, Tarok," she ordered the trembling guard. "Those monsters are gonna have a lot of fun today. This big cock's gonna have a lot of fun too."
The guard put his little fingers on Olga's huge biceps. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle. Then he put both of his hands around Olga's flexing arm and even with both hands he couldn't get his fingers around even half of its huge girth. Olga smiled with a look of sheer arrogance.
"Fucking strong, Tarok. Stronger than 10 of those little chickens." Olga grabbed
Tarok's hand and placed it on her big, thick cock. "This big weapon's gonna burst
through some tight chicken asses today. It's gonna have a lot of fun." Tarok felt a
chill run up his spine as he thought about Olga's huge, rock-hard cock ramming up
some poor chicken's ass. He was sure glad he was a guard.
"Time for breakfast," Olga said as she turned around and bumped the guard
out of the way with her voluptuous chest. She put on a pair of boots and some workout
shorts as the guard stood there, trying not to stare at her tits nor her cock. Then she
swaggered out of the room, topless, with the guard following her like a little puppy dog.
Breakfast was served outside, in Olga's gym. The prison had a huge outside
yard where all the prisoners were kept during the day. The General had fenced off a
large area next to the building and had installed a huge amount of exercise equipment
and weights. This was Olga's gym. The chain link fence permitted all the prisoners
to see the entire gym and to see Olga's massive body as she worked out. There were
mirrors for Olga to watch her bulging muscles as she worked them and there was a
table for eating. And Olga did a lot of eating.
As Olga strutted through the prison door into her gym, all the prisoners
immediately stopped talking and stared at the huge muscleguard. Most of them
started trembling in fear. They knew the muscleguard was capable of ripping them in
half any time she felt like it. And they knew that a few of them were going to be snuffed
by Olga's muscles today. Olga loved to snuff the chickens. Olga walked up to the
fence and flexed her biceps. "Check 'em out, chickens," she said in Russian. "You
little chickens ain't nothing compared to these monsters. These monsters are gonna
fuck you up real good today. But first they gotta get fed. They gotta get fed lotsa
food so they can grow even bigger and stronger so they can fuck up you pathetic little
weak chickens even better." The prisoners mostly couldn't understand any of Olga's
Russian, but they knew well what she was saying. They trembled in fear.
The prisoners were puny. The people of Tazikistan were small to begin
with. The tallest men were only about 5'8" tall, a more foot shorter than Olga, and
most of them were 5'6" or less. They all had dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes. The
contrast between their puny, dark bodies, dark hair and dark eyes and Olga's huge
golden tan body, blond hair and blue eyes was incredible. The prisoners received
two meals a day at the prison, and each meal consisted only of a watery soup and a
piece of stale bread. So they were really scrawny, most of them weighing no more
than 120 pounds. And they were hungry all the time.
end of pt.1