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And although a couple witness had described her facial expression in detail, one even noting her striking good looks and facial beauty, none of them were able or willing to make a positive identification. But to those onlookers that were shown a few photographs of suspects, the investigators had noted that they all had paled, some shaking visibly, when shown the recent, senior high school picture of Mercy. But all refused to ID her as the girl in question, some even refusing to indicate Mercy was even at The Riverside Club, refused the offer of witness protection, and their fearful reaction wasn’t enough to bring to court. Not that the investigative team tried that hard, considering the less-than-upstanding nature of the victims involved. There was, after all, some degree of karma involved.

What the investigators would never know is that each witness had been paid a surreptitious visit soon after the incident by a certain young, beautiful, brown-haired girl wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off simply stupendous, freakish arm musculature. Her ultra-short skirt revealed monstrous legs whose only competition in muscularity were her own astonishing arms. The mortified witnesses could not help but recognizer her from the incident, just as they would soon recognize her high school picture again.

They also could not help but notice what was fastened on her wrists. Bizarrely enough, the girl was also wearing no less than three sets of police-issue, maximum security handcuffs that secured her wrists together. These special manacles were nearly ten times as strong as regulation-issue cuffs, and used only on those who might have the resources to cut through regular handcuffs. They also weighed ten pounds each, yet the powerful girl wore three of them as easily as bracelets. However, what was most disturbing to every eyewitness was that she had no escorts, no police around her at all. Their fear intensifying, each realized that although she was apparently bound, the murderous musclegirl was alone… and free. Furthemore, the girl had picked her location and time to visit each witness carefully, and each of them came to the mortifying realization that there was no one else was in the vicinity. Just one witness, and one young, incredible female predator.

In front of each now petrified witness, the girl smiled meaningfully and raised her bound hands high above her crop of long  brown hair, unfolding her shockingly muscled torso to flaring, majestic proportions that utterly dwarfed the cowering individual in front of her. Her scapulae winged outwards inhumanly, spreading almost a foot in each direction and effortlessly ripping out her shirt sides. Her huge, shaved underarms were now fully exposed, each actually bigger than her lovely face, and the musky scent of her arousal saturated the entire area. She delighted in her own unimaginable strength by rippling her obscene muscles to truly hellish relief, effortlessly straining the manacles to their breaking point. Her shoulder girdle was so massive, her lats so wide, that each side looked capable of devouring an entire human head in their oversized muscle-formed vaults as she swayed, growing increasingly pumped with her arms outstretched overhead.

Smelling her own arousal, she pushed her pointy chin up past the thick meat of her pectorals, and extending her exceptionally long, strong tongue, sensually licked her lips. As the girl moaned in self-lust, her freakish muscles bulged ever larger with arousal, pumping up as she savored the moment. She smiled dreamily – even well deodorized, she could detect that her exquisitely girlish smell was incredible. Sweet. Strong. Unbearably sexy. Like the nectar that now started gushing between her legs as her soaked panties fell torn to the grown, burst asunder from being unable to contain the monstrosity of her meat. Inhumanly, her underwear's destruction was due to a simple tensing from between the girl’s awesome legs... her sexual leviathan had exploded apart yet another pair of panties to reveal a hulking brute of a groin, bursting with muscular sexuality.  For the first time, each witness now saw the girl up-close in all her inconceivable development, and the sight of her inconceivably powerful genitals coupled with the smoky erotic scent of her ungodly strength simply overwhelmed them, their senses so overcome that each tumbled to the ground stunned before the self-aroused, beautiful beast. She looked at them, smirking. Even though she would never admit to thinking it, that’s where they belonged – on their knees, bowing at her feet. Beneath a superior sex that could literally dismember and consume them. Being spattered by her wetness, or better yet, her divine jack. She finally brought her hellishly sculpted arms down, coiling them and flexing her huge, towering biceps into a mindboggling, dominating display of unequallable muscularity.

It was also a menacing demonstration of ungodly strength, for she easily snapped all three manacles apart, almost inadvertently with her flex, like they were made of cheap plastic. Their hardened steel were clearly nothing to her. If any of the witnesses failed to register what she had just done to the handcuffs, a single satisfied glance with those deep blue eyes towards the three thick, shattered metal strands hanging uselessly from her wrists on the peaked backdrop of the world’s ultimate biceps would focus their mortified attention on the inescapable conclusion. Nothing was capable of stopping her. She never said a word, but she got her point across to every trembling witness. She could find them. And literally tear them to pieces.



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Of course, the psychologist also knew none of this. In as much as he had no idea that his online resume, his former employers, or word of mouth had attracted Mercy’s attention. Although he was genuinely shaken by the sheer goriness of what had been in the county morgue, the man was far more skeptical when it came to the story of the superhuman girl. After all, no witness identified her, despite allegedly getting good views of her face. Alcohol, drugs, and overactive imaginations combined with latent erotic longings were far more likely in his world. He’d shaken his head. After all, a girl catching a car, overturning it with her bare hands, and then ripping out the door before she literally destroyed several men, tearing one limb from limb? Popping a head like a pimple? Come on -- who’d believe that? That is, until he actually met Mercy today. And saw her muscles.

“Doctor…?”

He started, refocused, and saw that Mercy had finally indeed spoken. She was looking at him, her large blue eyes questioning but without any apparent emotion. He shook himself mentally, taking a deep breath to calm his own anxiety, coming back to the present. He especially avoided looking directly at her eyes, for it was easy to get lost in those deep, intensely azure pools that now regarded him with placid, childlike inquiry. Like the girl that the report described, Mercy was young, stunningly beautiful, and impossibly muscular; however, she also came across as almost naïve despite that tremendously built, powerful body. Except for that flash of anger when he tried to slap her, when she’d recounted her dream, Mercy displayed none of the emotional cues of vicious sadism like the girl in the report. Or the 10 year-old she had just made herself out to be in her dreams.

“Do YOU think that I’m… you know…” Mercy paused as if unsure to continue, and closed her doe-like eyes. Resigned, she sighed heavily while bringing up both unbelievably sculpted arms and coiling them in the beginning of a yawning stretch.  If her previous movement had resulted an symphony, these caused an earthquake. The therapist couldn’t contain gasping at the sight.

Gigantic lats appeared out of nowhere, instantly filling and then overcoming the armholes on her vest, effortlessly splitting apart the seams to flare out unrestrained as vast, massive wings beneath her rising arms. Her released lats kept growing and spreading, her enormous flare seeming to take up the width of the loveseat. Huge, vein-filled arms bursting with unimaginable muscle that now became alive with almost ludicrous bulges and angles as they flexed, both towering biceps turning into softball-sized ovals of visibly immense power. Arching her back, Mercy’s giant chest literally erupted, the spaces between buttons turning into gaping holes that exposed her granite flesh. Since she wore no bra, all he saw was the stunningly deep, notched cleavage between two monumental chest slabs of pure girl brawn that were easily tearing apart her top… then all the buttons burst and her monstrous pecs poured out like conquering armies, her small nipples shamelessly exposed amongst the shredded expanses of unearthly girlbeef. His jaw dropped at her bared, massive, hideously muscled chest. Instead of breasts, Mercy had separations, striations, and veins. Even under her girlish nipples, Mercy had no breasts whatsoever; she was 100% granite muscle -- simply too ripped, too shredded for any fatty tissue anywhere at all. Except for those small, exquisitely feminine nipples, her exposed chest was two hulking, masculine sculptures of ungodly gender-smashing muscularity.
 
“… sexy?” Mercy finished.

He was surprised by the unexpected ending of her question, and his head jerked up from ogling her now mostly-exposed, insanely muscular physique to look at her young, gorgeous face. To his consternation, Mercy was staring at him with her eyes narrowed. Her blazing eyes were blue lasers that pierced into his very soul. It was as if she could read his every thought. She took a deep breath, her face darkening like a thundercloud. Just the expression on her young face chilled him as she maintained her vest-shredding posture. By her hardened features and how she was measuring his response, he suddenly realized Mercy had done the fake yawn motion deliberately. But why would she…?

Beads of cold sweat started to form on the psychologist’s forehead, his stomach sinking into a bottomless pit of fear as he realized what was happening: in “innocently” adopting this posture, she knew what her incredible muscles would to her clothing. She’d burst right out, and she did. Mercy was showing off her mindboggling musculature. Like the girl did that night, right before she entered the van…! His horror grew ever greater, and it felt like he couldn’t even take a breath as he watch the beauty become a beast right before his eyes.


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Adjusting her arms to a more traditional outstretched muscle pose, a now barechested Mercy chuckled menacingly, her perfect teeth glistening. He stared helplessly at the unusually pointed, prominent canines that foreshadowed her ferocious inner predator. She slowly flexed first one massive, breastless pec into hellishly striated prominence, and then the other. The therapist paled, whimpering, as layer upon layer of freakish striations formed, networks of hose-like veins protruding over every inch of obscene pectoral development. She was so ripped, Mercy had dramatic dimples hewn into her huge pecs, the deep divots larger than some women’s breasts at her deltoid tie-ins.  Her visible power was ungodly – she looked like she could lift an entire freeway of vans. Mercy smirked and perked her astoundingly powerful, naked pecs demonstratively, flicking her small nipples up and down, before abruptly snap-flexing her chest into an utterly male-shaming display of inhuman muscular supremacy. Not a single inch of her colossal pecs wasn’t deeply etched with individual muscle fibers and veins that threatened to burst right out of her skin.

A small pool of urine started to form on the carpet, trickling down his pant leg as he pissed himself in fear at the muscles of Mercy. She glanced in disdain at the familiar reaction to her mindblowing muscularity – it was not uncommon for even more waste to unload from sheer terror when confronted with her inconceivable physicality. Her strength was fathomless, more than capable of crushing an army of men like ants. Just like she had done to a teenaged male gymnast as a mere 10 year-old girl. Or any man that found her sexy.

Mercy openly admired the nightmarish hulking muscularity of her bared, clenched chest, her hardening sex nubs noticeably erect amidst their flushing areolas. Lifting her arms overheard, she moaned in arousal from her own magnificent body, oozing brute strength out of every pore. Even the vaguely smoky, musky smell of her ungodly strength permeated the room from out of Mercy's enormous muscle vaults. Her erotic, heady scent flooded every inch of the room, adding to the sense of utter domination she exuded. The man huddled back in his chair, heart pounding from both fear and the irresistible tide of pheromones, as Mercy gave him a wicked grin, and then fully flexed into a monster double biceps pose with stupefying results.

The psychologist cried out in alarm as her exploding physique completely obliterated what was left of her top, her outlandish muscles summoned to their true colossal size, and she fixed him a look of absolute, dominant superiority. There was no comparison between her magnificent physique and any human. Not even a shred of clothing was now left on the beautiful girl’s matchlessly muscled, pumped upper body as she relaxed her pose, readjusting her position calmly. Mercy’s shy, hesitant demeanor had completely evaporated in the angry heat of her muscular explosion and self-lust.  He quivered in absolute terror, as a now brazenly topless, spectacularly muscular Mercy coolly regarded him with those deep blue eyes, a slight tug on the corner of her lips. She was an absolute beast, an animal muscled beyond all reason, and she was unleashed.

“You do find me sexy, don’t you…” she said huskily, her voice laden with threat as she affirmed the answer to her own question. A slight twisted smile played on her lips. Nothing that beautiful could also ever have seemed as sinister as the look on Mercy’s gorgeous face. Never breaking eye contact, she licked her top lip and then her bottom one, as if she was savoring his heart-pounding terror.

Still seated, Mercy reached for and grasped the heavy, solid knob of the door beside her, the room’s only exit. She twisted the lock on the door with a definitive click, and looked at him meaningfully. He swallowed hard, realizing that she was intentionally locking him in with her;  there was no other way out. Then to his disbelieving eyes, with one sinewy hand, Mercy simply twisted the knob right off the door. It didn’t even look like she had tried to do it; there was no jerk or dramatic eruption of bulging muscle, just the casual separation of the solid metal knob from the rest of the lock as it provided all the resistance of soft wax against the incomprehensible might of Mercy. He started to hyperventilate.


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As if to add punctuation to her question, Mercy leaned forward and held up the broken brass knob right in front of his face, muscles rippling all over her topless physique. Numbed, he barely seemed to register the sight: he was mesmerized by the hard sapphire eyes. He was all but hypnotized, as the incredible blue-eyed beauty with the barechested, unbelievably muscular body offered up the evidence of her shocking strength, inches from his glazed eyes. With a smirk, Mercy slowly waved it in front of him, patiently drawing his attention until blinking, he managed to focus fully on the snapped-asunder knob in the palm of her hand.

When she saw she had he was concentrating on the knob right before him, she closed her fingers on it… and crushed it like a marshmallow. The metal imploded, actually deforming, flowing, and shattering around her unstoppable fingers with screeches and crunches as her hand closed into a fist of ungodly strength. He stared agog at her fist, at the sinews visible beneath the skin of her barely fuzzed knuckles, at the large veins that protruded, feeding even more strength where no more strength was even conceivable. Mercy smiled ominously, and the man cowered away, afraid that she would send her fist straight through his head – he knew deep down that his skull was clearly all but an eggshell to her. Instead her fist slowly unclenched, and the sight of the solid metal knob’s remains sent him into more palpitations -- all that was left were the pulverized pieces on the floor, and on her hardened palm were tiny crumbs of absolutely annihilated metal, shattered beyond any recognition. Mercy had done that with one bare hand. Without any exertion whatsoever.

He started to cry softly, mortified by her effortless demonstration of unmitigated power. There really hadn’t been any doubt before, but for him, this up-close display of brute strength struck the point home: Mercy truly was the girl in the report. The muscles. The strength. It could be no one else. And she had just made escaping the room impossible.

“Watch” she ordered.

Still boring holes through him with her blazing blue eyes, Mercy took the mangled metal and pushed it hard onto her own bare chest, right where a breast should have been. Instead, all that was there was a massive, ridged slab of veiny pectoral muscle, and a small, feminine nipple. She smiled as she pressed harder and tensed the huge pec into freakish shredded prominence, stimulating herself as her brown sex nub started to fully erect. More veins rolled to the surface, and Mercy shut her eyes with a sordid, erotic moan. Her musk again inundated the room, making him sweat in terror and arousal as the scent of her sweet strength saturated the air.

She removed her hand from her pec, showing just how hard she had pressed the metal crumbs of the shattered knob against her unyielding chest muscle. He gasped, stunned. Her strength was so great that the metal had been plastered into a paper-thin patch over her nipple; it was so compressed so thin that it looked like brass paint. He could see every detail of her sexy areola outlined, and the etches of her striated pec. With a nasty snicker, Mercy again perked her pecs, causing individual veins and muscle fibers to emerge, bending the thin metal and making her nipples leap. She again licked her lips in arousal, and flexing harder and harder, concentrating on actually flexing just her lower pecs. the area around her nipples. Her aroused, hellishly hardened brown nub burst out of the metal as it flicked with her dancing chest sinew, causing the worn brass to disintegrate into flakes. She grinned at her strength and the psychologist gripped the chair, his face and knuckles white at her immense musclepower. Terrified out of his mind. And he didn’t even know what Mercy was truly capable of; that her erect nipples could shred hardened steel, that she could snap an inch-thick steel chain with a mere twitch of her hulking, breastless pecs.

Mercy abruptly stood up to her full 5’8” height as he flinched and cowered in the chair, sweating bullets as she loomed barechested over him. Her massive, flaring lats were fully visible from the front, pushing her huge chiseled arms out at 45 degrees and they were so broad, so vast that Mercy completely eclipsed him in her shadow. Her flare was so dramatic she actually looked like a gigantic winged creature about to prey upon him.

As she breathed, he fully registered, for the first time, the absolutely insane muscularity Mercy possessed even on her stomach. She didn’t have just six pack abs, or even an eight pack… the girl had a clear TEN pack. Two columns and five amazing rows of inch-thick blocks, fully separated even at rest. Only her tiny, sexy navel disrupted the jagged perfection of her magnificent abs. Abs so deep that one could lose a digit between the inhuman jutting bricks of hardened flesh. The muscular detail on her torso was something that Michelangelo would have been at a loss to capture on sculpted perfection. Surrounding the grid of abdominal ingots were individual slashing fingers of sinew that made up a stunning side-armor of steely obliques. The girl’s flesh was so hard, a sledge hammer would shatter itself against her midsection. Mercy was in better condition than any contest-ready professional bodybuilder, and it was an ordinary day for her. No man or woman could match her beyond perfect genetic structure, or inhuman level of conditioning. It was a realization that became even more pronounced when Mercy reached for the waist of her skirt…

“That's just the beginning...”


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She tore off her long wrapped skirt, turning around as she did so. He wheezed, uncomprehending at the bared spectacle before his eyes, the magnificent revelation of her nude ass. Mercy possessed a rear that he wouldn’t have believed to be humanly possible. It couldn’t be described as “tight” – her buttocks weren’t just in the same league as the most shredded male bodybuilder’s glutes, they were in another world. Hell, another universe. Mercy’s haunches were so deeply hollowed at their sides, the psychologist could probably have fit his entire hand in her carved, notched butt dimples. Every gluteal muscle wasn’t only separated, or even striated, her entire ass was actually ridged in three dimensions, carved from her waist to her bulging hamstrings. To his astonishment, Mercy’s shrunken – but paradoxically bulging –  gluteal blocks looked like they had been hewn from layers of sedimentary rock, but even that comparison couldn’t do her justice: the truth was she could actually crush such rock to sand between those amazingly hard, chiseled buttocks. She possessed the freakiest, scariest ass on the planet. And emerging from that unholy beast of gluteal granite, as that earlier glimpse of her huge jagged calves had suggested, were legs as monstrously muscular as Mercy’s arms. 

Oaken thighs each the size of his waist sprouted out of her ludicrously narrow haunches, completely carved into massive, rippling pillars of brute might. Mercy’s hamstrings were the equal of her freakish arm biceps, so full and peaked that they suggested actual hams had been stuffed into those leg biceps. The sweep of her quads seemed almost unnatural, so full were her muscle bellies that they looked ready to spew out of the gigantic hanging teardrops they formed. And even the slightest movement sent caused striations to deeply feather the granite beef that constituted the stronggirl’s hugely sculpted thighs. It didn’t seem possible that any mortal flesh could ever appear as hard appearing, but it was plainly visible right in front of him. Each muscle was the size of most other bodybuilders’ muscle groups. It was no longer a wonder how Mercy could actually catch a speeding vehicle when she had legs like these.

Between her slim ankles and small knees were the wonders of her calves and front shin muscles. Her anterior lower leg muscles were so well developed they were the size of a normal man’s calves, and visibly far harder. Behind them and her fully covered shin bone flared the double-headed beasts that he’d caught a glimpse of earlier, but were now fully exposed in all their shocking glory.  Mercy didn’t have calves; she didn’t even have cows. She had bulls on the back of her lower legs, hulking oxen that made a mockery of anything someone else could flex and call a calve muscle.  The extent of mass and separation of those strapping hulks made her look like she could leap and launch herself onto rooftops if she so desired. Mercy was so far beyond anyone else that Mercy could only be compared to, well, Mercy.  As she turned to face him, and as he stared agog at the muscular revelation of her lower body, the therapist could not help but notice the protruding network of veins that ran everywhere like rivers all over  the bulging, striated muscle bellies, especially the large-bore vessels that ran from her feet all the way up and into her…

Dear God…
“I’m all muscle. Everywhere.”

The muscles of Mercy were utterly unimaginable, even between her legs.

He stared, agog. Mercy wasn’t wearing any underwear, and beneath her ample bush, it was plainly obvious that even her crotch was stuffed and overstuffed with hideous muscularity. She was mind-boggling; never had any sex organ evolved into something so visibly powerful. Mercy’s overdeveloped vulva actually resembled a jutting ribcage, her internal vaginal muscles so hypertrophied they actually protruded externally in bulging, iron bands of shredded sex beef.  Her labia was so hardened with striated fuck muscle, it was actually serrated with steely, individual muscle fibers protruding like jagged teeth. Her cunt muscles were so impossibly developed that Mercy actually possessed the fabled vagina dentata of myth – but her muscularly fanged pussy far exceeded the legend of the merely incising cunt. Mercy’s vaginal jaws were not only steel hard, but had the strength to completely crush diamonds to dust. Just as ungodly as her fearsome, man-eating slit appeared, her huge clitoris was unimaginably pumped. The thick stud protruded out those heavy vaginal jaws, a squat sexual outcropping of erectile rock. And not only was it overdeveloped, Mercy’s clitoris was actually muscular, impossibly muscular, sculpted to a truly inhuman degree of sexual smooth muscle that only Mercy could possibly achieve. Her entire sex was so hard it far outclassed both genders of the rest of humanity, just like her muscular development.

Mercy moved right up to him, straddled the chair and stood over him, breathtakingly nude and utterly menacing with that bared, unstoppable groin weapon between her legs. Her beauty and muscularity were truly an unprecedented combination – she encapsulated physical perfection, covering and exceeding the entire spectrum from the female Figure to the male Olympia bodybuilding title.  In fact, she was the one person who could unify all the Olympia titles: surpass the entire Figure contest with her beauty, level the Fitness portion with her athleticism, and absolutely dominate both female AND male Bodybuilding ranks with her freakish proportionate mass and conditioning. Mercy was simply matchless, a physical specimen evolved beyond either gender. The current Figure holder was homely compared to Mercy’s beauty, while Mr. Olympia looked like a shapeless stick compared to her physique. And as to what was between her legs, there wasn’t even a contest –


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Mercy lowered herself onto him, giving him an eyeful of her shredded massive pecs, and spread her lats so wide that she completely filled his field of view. She hadn’t spread fully before, and he goggled as the girl boundlessly grew wings beneath her arms. Her aroused scent completely overwhelmed him, addling his brain and making him breathless with lust. Struggling helplessly against her overwhelming sexuality, he felt his groin stir with a mind of its own.  Mercy lustfully moaned, a sordid throaty sound that was as irresistible as the sirens of myth. He stared at a perfectly developed chest of young beef whose sheer brute muscular eroticism had no equal. She was more perfectly muscular than the entire Mr. O lineup, and sexier than a stageful of porn stars.  With a speed that amazed him, he soon involuntarily obtained the largest erection of his life… but was utterly outmatched by the supremely evolved groin that Mercy sported. 

Nonetheless, his tenting trousers abutted up against the hairy monstrosity of Mercy’s dripping groin as she straddled him. Feeling his erection poke impotently at her far mightier genitalia, Mercy smiled knowingly. Therapist or not, he was just like the rest; nothing could resist her… or survive her. "Your choice…” Mercy breathed, her voice a smoky jazz riff of temptation. She eyed him, the sapphire in her eyes hotter than an acetylene torch. But what he thought was desire burned with more than just sexual heat. For what this same therapist had done with Mercy’s sister Grace six years ago had been enough to seal his fate....

Grace had just married her high school sweetheart and been invited to Colorado Springs for the upcoming trials for the American track and field team. Already an amazing pole vaulter who had the ability to challenge even male competitors when she was on her game, it was obvious that Grace needed better mental preparation, and a psychologist had been enlisted to help. And “help” her he did, for Grace was as irresistible a girl as could be imagined – a tall, gorgeous blonde with a top model’s looks and an amazingly muscled body that typified a pole vaulting machine come to life.  The broad shoulders and powerful arms, with a flaring, thickly muscled back sprouting from small hips. Pert breasts that sat on visibly powerful pecs, just above a deeply chiseled eight-pack. Long, sculpted legs that any athlete would covet. At 18 years of age, Grace was the perfect example of the perfect female athlete. The psychologist was absolutely smitten by her looks, and her therapy, if it could be called that, was intense.

It could be said that the man was good at his craft, a master manipulator whose skills allowed his clients to succeed... and allowed him to succeed on his clients. It didn’t take long for him to make their sessions the height of pleasure in the back room, the pricking of the psychologist’s conscience no match for the lusty bounty of raw sexuality that Grace’s marvelous physicality could generate. Although she actually only had a fraction of the mental and physical gifts that her younger sister absolutely overflowed with, Grace’s personality was almost the opposite of Mercy. Whereas Mercy was often inhibited and brainy – her shockingly muscular body notwithstanding – Grace was all about meeting people and going with the flow. She was no match for this psychologist, who cajoled and enraptured her... and then completely abandoned her when Grace left her husband for him. In less than a year, a young Mercy saw her older sister’s marriage dissolve, and then watched her go from Olympic hopeful spiraling down to an emotional wreck over an anonymous older man. Grace had been crushed, but she refused to say who she had left her husband over, even to own family. Busy in academia, distracted as she appeared, young as she was, Mercy knew... and she begged her sister to report him. But Grace resisted, preferring instead to drown her sorrow by partying with a wild crowd from The Riverside Club.

Of course, one thing led to another, and soon Grace was involved in a heady mix of substances that she’d never dream of using, and with a set of rough companions she’d never dream of befriending. After yet another sky-high fling landed her skidding through the legal system, she told Mercy that she finally reported her old therapist, and mentioned the name of a man from Justice who said that a high-level investigation would be launched. Although a mere 12 year-old, Mercy had stared at her older sister, her tears spilling at the sight.

While Mercy had grown ever more powerful, her hypermuscled physique the embodiment of untold physical ability, her blonde sister was a bedraggled shadow of her former self, even compared to a couple years back. Though her eyes were glassy, there was enough of a semblance of this Grace to the pole vault champion that Mercy knew, for even the most dangerous drugs available on the street couldn’t erase the genetically endowed physique that Grace possessed. Admittedly, the contrast in muscularity had always been extremely noticeable between the two sisters, but now, when she was compared to her older sister... Mercy looked like she was a superior species -- she was that muscular at age 12, despite being six years younger than Grace. Aside from the fact that both were gorgeous, they no longer even appeared to be related when they were together. Well, it was no matter. The barely teenaged Mercy wondered who could take Grace seriously, a criminal high on drugs, let alone someone from Justice. As she expected, nothing came of any investigation of the corrupt psychologist; there probably was no investigation, if Grace had reported anything at all.

Several years later, Mercy wept the night that Grace disappeared for good, though her raped, broken body was found in a persistent vegetative state near the Riverside. Grace had somehow apparently overdosed, and although her body would recover, the specialists said her mind would be another matter. Mercy dove into her studies and the gym with new meaning – these men, who used and abused, they would all pay for their choices. She would find them, and she would make them all pay.
 
The therapist made his choice by undoing his pants and sliding his underwear down, and then bridging upward. Even though his better judgment screamed at him --  hell, his entire sense of survival was shrieking at him to look at what he was getting himself into -- the immediate needs of his own sexual desire were simply overwhelming. A nude Mercy was also overwhelming. But his needs, that had been so potently rewarded by countless episodes of pleasure in this very room, far outweighed the sane decision. He had indeed used up his measure of Grace, and in so doing, was at the Mercy of her sister, who was anything but her name. He gasped as his male wood came up against unimaginably pumped female iron.


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Mercy smirked at his reaction to her sizzling sex muscles, and lowered herself on him slightly. For her own amusement, she watched him buck his hips against her with increasing desperation, his fully erect penis ineffectually try to penetrate her insanely built, muscularly fanged pussy. The amazing girl laughed in derision -- it was like trying to enter a bank vault with a piece of straw. That was how puny and fragile his genitals were compared to hers.

In utter contempt, Mercy flexed open her beastly slit to its full size, and the man gasped at the alien sight of her amazing, carnivorous second mouth gaping open. She rolled her hips, and with a single gulp, her powerpussy snatched and engulfed ALL of his organs into her sexual maw. He shrieked as Mercy devoured his entire sexual apparatus in her own super-evolved groinbeast. Sexually, she was far beyond human! “Is this what you want?” she hissed as she slowly started tensing her vaginal muscles. Her amazing pussy bulged, the fanglike striations rippling and bunching visibly. He started to groan as the pressure became unbearable, but little did he realize that Mercy’s hairy mound of fuck muscle was exerting only the tiniest fraction of its strength, and she continued to effortlessly compress him.

The man struggled desperately to free himself, but even ten times his strength would have been pathetically futile against Mercy’s matchless musclepower. When he started to scream outright, Mercy closed her eyes and smiled blissfully, cocking her head to enjoy his agony. For what he had done, his screaming was music to her ears. Licking her lips, the vicious musclegirl allowed herself to clench her magnificent cunt. A blinding agony exploded from his groin as her ungodly love organ constricted itself into a solid granite hulk of otherworldly power, his trapped penis and scrotum not even providing noticeable resistance to the fearsome vaginal muscles of Mercy.

A single simple clench not only castrated him, but in a millisecond, she literally pulped and liquefied his genitalia within her powerpussy. Her crushing fuck vice was so immeasurably strong that his manhood was instantly pulverized into unrecognizable gristle, a smear that oozed out of her hellish slit like a paste. He stared at her in dazed horror as blood poured out of his amputated groin, unable to register his fate. As she opened her cobalt eyes to look implacably at him, Mercy’s smile widened; she wasn't done.

His sexual annihilation had been just for fucking Grace. What Mercy was about to relish doing was for taking Grace's life.


...to be cont'd...

[Jeremy Lightning]

Hey reaper, I totally forgot you had posted this here, but I gotta say, this story is just incredible, one of the best as far as muscle description is concerned, I hope that you're still writing somewhere, if so I left a PM in your box that I hope you answer. k+

[reaper0002000]

Okay, maybe the word "forthcoming" was not the best choice for the time frame ensuing.
Nonetheless, here we go to the finale....


...cont'd....

Her colossally muscled legs pressed down hard onto his lap, the weight of unstoppable muscles pinning him deep into the chair. Her gigantic hamstrings, those leg biceps whose flexed peaks matched those of her unreal arm biceps, bulged downwards into his thighs with ominous power, enough to push his femurs to their breaking point. As he gasped in pain, Mercy looked deep into his eyes… and flexed her hamstrings. The bulging of her leg peaks into bowling balls of granite was like two anvils dropping into chopsticks: his femurs shattered as he howled, his broken legs on fire. Mercy exhaled with vicious pleasure, pulsing her hamstring peaks and repeatedly crunching his femurs to more and more fragments as he screamed for her to stop.

Rolling back her narrow hips, Mercy positioned her erect, oversized clitoris at the crater where his male organs had once been. Licking her lips Mercy enjoyed the delicious feel of her pleasure organ erotically and aggressively pressing into his bloody, oozing wound. It was hellishly pleasurable, and her little sex stud had no give whatsoever – she was as hard as, no HARDER than steel! Mercy relished the thought of violating him somewhat at like a male would a female! With a terrifying grin, Mercy thrust forward. Her chiseled abdomen surged into spectacular bulging definition, each brick of her amazing 10-pack erupting with sensual strength as Mercy’s mighty genitals plowed into him, ramming into his pelvis with unstoppable fuck power. She raped him like the ultimate jackhammer she was, pistoning him with a force and endurance no dozen man could match, plundering him, ravaging his body pitilessly like a bull in a china shop!

In a demonstration of her inconceivable sexual strength and prowess, Mercy flexed her sexy carnivorous groin in a way no one else could. Her nightmare groin reopened its hellish mouth even wider, and seized more of his already annihilated crotch in a serrated grip of unappeasable ferocity – as if not satisfied with consuming his sexual organs, her insatiable musclemound wanted to devour the rest of him as well!

Mercy grabbed his flailing arms, and overpowering him as easily as a helpless child, consolidated her grip so she was crushing his wrists in the iron grip of just one hand. He screamed as the bones in both his captured wrists shattered, one by ones as she nonchalantly played with her fingers… then she started pulling up. As he felt the ligaments and tendons in shoulders start to burn, fires of pain stabbing him relentlessly as his connective tissues snapped fiber by fiber against the inexorable might of Mercy’s left arm. He stared in utter horror as he realized that like the third victim in the report, she was going to rip his arms right off his body. Instead, the gorgeous young musclebeast twisted her wrists and simultaneously coiled her arm across her body into a rear biceps pose, uncaring at what this simple movement did to him. So great was Mercy’s strength that she barely noticed the physical resistance his arms put up as they bent and his bones broke like matchsticks. All she cared about was fully peaking that freakish veined mountain towering from her arm, a muscle that no man could match. She snarled proudly and pumped it once, and the jagged bicep beast grew, the twin peaks surging like a demon beneath her already tight skin into inhuman, towering heads. She smiled at the ungodly symbol of her matchless man-killing strength.

She pressed her carnivorous, ravenous pussy up hard against his abdomen, her horrific ubergenitalia jutting into his torso as her unimaginable physique pinning him and his chair against the wall. His struggles to free himself were not even noticeable gestures against her fully naked, supreme hardbody. Inches in front of his dazed eyes, he saw an inhuman spectacle of matchless muscularity as Mercy slowly flexed one giant pec, then the other. Each ultra-masculine slab bubbled into freakishly hard striated masses that matched any merely human standard of development...exceeded it… and then doubled that standard. The spectacular stronggirl leaned forwards and snapflexed her bare breastless chest, her huge freakishly thick pecs bursting forward with such force they punched his face back with vicious speed. The back of his head was sent backwards so hard, it cracked the plaster, leaving him stunned. Mercy’s grin was fiendish. She twisted her torso slightly, and again slammed his face into one of her unyielding pecs. She repositioned herself slightly to forcefeed him an erect, perfect nipple. Her smile was now one of absolute contentment as she roughly ground his face into her perfect nipple, stimulating herself on one sexy nub that mutilated his lower face before she unrelentingly mashed his breaking face into the other steely nipple. Mercy didn’t care what effect it had on him, not even noticing how his facial features were being smashed, bones crumpling by the unforgiving ridged steel contours of her striated pectoral brawn as she repeatedly flexed her fearsome chest. She blissfully mulched his face with flex after flex, pumping up and arousing herself. When Mercy finally let up, his ruined visage rested in the notched depth of her cast-iron muscle cleavage. She resisted the urge to do a most muscular, and pop his head like a pimple with her huge pecs alone.

Instead, the nude musclebeast rose up, row after row of jutting abs repeatedly knocking back his face, her immense columns of female muscle rippling against his torso before her juicy, erect clit scraped his cheeks, until her hairy, steaming castrating superslit was right in front of his face. Between the weird toothy striations, it dripped with gristle, the pulverized remains of his own manhood. Mercy’s clitoris batted roughly on his forehead, female pleasure organ shot through with veins and muscular detail, literally throbbing with earth-crushing fuck power! Through tear-streaked eyes, he could see the steely, protruding striations of hulking vaginal sinew ripple hungrily on Mercy’s mighty mound – the mighty groinbeast that had castrated him! Her predatory clam was so pumped up with steely sinew, its jagged serrated lips looked like the fanged jaws of some hideous creature.

With another sordid moan, Mercy rolled her miniscule hips forward so that he got a face full of her ferocious, cannibalistic pussy. Her shredded glutes bunched into shrunken striated cubes that no bodybuilder could even hope to equal, remarkable ridges of muscle fibers carved from paraspinals all the way to hamstrings, Mercy viciously thrust her pelvis forward, smashed his face with her implacable, rock-hard sex, carelessly and effortlessly breaking and re-breaking his nose, his cheeks, his teeth. Pummeling him with hip toss after hip toss, she repeatedly pummeled his head into a bloody misshapen pulp with her mighty crotch. Mercy’s power pussy plundered him like a jackhammer, her vicious vaginal jaws seizing and then sinking its muscle-teeth into his flesh, tearing asunder chunks like a lioness on its kill! The last orgasmic thrust sent her rock-hard clitoris into his mouth, breaking his teeth like paper tabs. But her thrust didn’t stop at her mighty genitals filling his mouth; instead, Mercy flexed herself through the back of his mouth and deep into brain. He started to convulse as another orgasmic Mercy thrust sent her monstrous female leviathan straight through part of his skull, as if he were fragile paper-mache and not flesh and bone. Indeed, Mercy was so inhuman that the maw of her unstoppable sexual apparatus once again open up and seized his violated head in a vaginal death grip. His collapsing head was now in the fangs of her monster Mercy pussy!

...to be ended....

[reaper0002000]

...cont'd...


Mercy smiled… how many girls could actually do a skull-fuck and envelope a human head in their vagina? And no one else had the vaginal strength to do this… and she clenched her super Mercy groin. Her muscular sex hulk obliterated his entire skull like it was crushing a mere egg, carelessly ending his life as a mere afterthought to her lust. And she wasn’t done! Her voracious sexual jaws, jutting with insatiable strength, now seized the top his spine and in a freakshow demonstration of its own extraordinary power. Mercy made her powerpussy slowly rip his entire spine from his body with unreal groin flexes. Her inhuman sexual mouth devoured bone after bone, hungrily crunched each vertebrae until she had eaten his entire spine with her all-consuming Mercy vagina! Mercy sighed as mere spasms of her impending orgasm effortlessly annihilated bone to dust within her almighty fuck beast, feeding her ascent to a thunderous orgasm! With a sexy gasp, Mercy fully orgasmed and ejaculated with that look of pure blissful delight, and more jack than a dozen men could muster exploded out of Mercy’s spasming groin. Her freakishly muscular, hairy mountain of fuck-power sending a boiling torrent of sweet, strong Mercy cum erupting out with such force that she splattered the ceiling, with such volume that she flooded the headless, spineless therapist’s entire body in a baptism of unending sexual superiority.

After minutes of pure ecstasy, Mercy dismounted her newest victim, and the sight of the decapitated, castrated, mutilated male corpse sent another tingle of pleasure through her pumped up, ever-willing groin. Reveling in her unstoppable strength and muscularity, Mercy rose up into a double biceps flex of matchless majestic proportions. She was flexing for both her and Grace, and she was so big and powerful now she far exceeded what Grace could ever have become. Fully pumped into a state far beyond human, her massive lats flared outward and her biceps peaks towered to truly fearsome heights, Mercy ejaculated again, and another endless eruption of Mercy cum exploded out of her magnificent man-killing crotch in a geyser of male-shaming volume and force. After the torrent ceased, Mercy grinned and looked over her own astounding physique. Muscles everywhere, even – no, especially – between her legs. She was so powerful… what should have been the weakest part of her supreme body was actually its strongest, and it looked the part. Exultant, Mercy clenched it, hard, and her powerpussy turned itself into a jacked mass of shredded might, its entire muscle-frenzied bulk completely striating over, individual fibers of steel fuck sinew visibly erupting and protruding from above her clitoral hood, through jutting clit, and down the all the way to her anus. Mercy was more muscular than anyone could imagine, even down to her shitter. Mercy was so strong she could have bitten off multiple bars of steel rebar in her sphincter with a single clench, just as easily as her mighty cunt. After all, she had castrated two adult men simultaneously by biting their penises off with the two muscular holes of between her legs…

Little did those gangbangers realize that the incredibly built teenage girl who they were trying to rob had muscles literally everywhere. They found out the hard way, when Mercy overpowered them and then beat them both to within an inch of death with her bare hands. As they sprawled before her broken and bleeding, smashed nearly senseless by her immense young strength, the musclebeauty then stripped herself completely naked, jubilantly revealing the freakishly muscular physique that would be their end… the sadistic sex beast in her had been awakened! The gangsters couldn’t believe their eyes: the shamelessly nude young woman looked like a champion bodybuilder, with bulging veined muscle piled atop muscle! Not an ounce of fat visible on her nude physique Mercy laughed as they literally pissed themselves in fear as she flared out her gigantic back, her enormous hulking lats displaying her enormous power as she eclipsed both grown men in her monstrous shadow. Her sexy little nipples, erect now, twitched as Mercy made her massive but completely breastless teenaged pecs dwarf both adult men’s chests with pure young beef in fearsome pec flexes that sent veins protruding to the surface over the surging striations. She smiled evilly, anticipating the carnage, as she pumped herself up! Each huge, shredded pec on the gorgeous bare-chested girl’s breastless chest was easily as strong as both men put together! Mercy coiled her arms, her lats winging out, and showing off insane biceps peaks that were each bigger than a split baseball to the horror of the men – how strong was this girl? With a sexy moan, the nude musclegirl undulated her freakish 10 pack abs, clenching her shamelessly exposed preteen pussy harder and harder with each wave, now pumping up her pubescent pussy to ridiculous extremes. The men’s jaws dropped at what emerged beneath her sleek, sexy devil’s horns, thrusting out between her amazingly sculpted legs. Her hairy sex mound became seriously jacked, growing bigger than their scrotums, a young fuck monster harder than granite, striated with sexual sinew that kept getting visibly bigger and stronger with each delicious pussy flex! By the time she was done with her sick show, Mercy was seriously pumped; the nude teenager not only visibly outmuscled both grown men, she also outsexed them! Manhandling both men like rag dolls, Mercy forcibly raped them, summarily devoured both their puny tools at the same time with her insanely built teen body – one in her fanged pussy, the other up her striated ass. The aroused musclebeast controlled both men effortlessly with their cocks trapped in her amazing young sex and shitter, her sexy Mercy muscles in those parts dominating both adult men as easily as the rest of her matchless muscular body! As they begged and screamed helplessly, Mercy licked her lips, raised her arms to show off her incredible arm peaks, and then smiled adorably as only a younger girl can… She flexed her biceps to sharpened towers of unending might, gasping in arousal as her anus and vagina pulverized both dicks to mush with one effortless, lusty clench! Mercy was more than willing to use any part of her utterly jacked body to crush men like bugs! Mercy had made both men her bitches, bloodily raping both men with such vicious power that neither would have ever walked again… if they had lived.

The mere thought of how muscular and capable her body was itself an incredible turn on, but the indescribable sight of her own superhuman genitals was the clincher. The fanged man-crushing cunt, the steely clit....the fathomless fucking muscles of Mercy. With uninhibited glee, Mercy ferociously orgasmed into a most muscular the world would have fainted at, and jacked with such fuck power that her unending blasts of divine Mercy cum actually tore the plaster off the wall. “You’re right, it is reenactment,” Mercy told the mutilated, headless corpse. “Of what you should never have done with my sister.” She looked at the cum-soaked room, the flabbergasting amount of ejaculate she had produced. It was everywhere. On the walls, the ceilings, the ruined furnishings and the annihilated body.
On the file that she picked off the floor.

And as she had found out in her own genetic research, all of her amazing sexual fluids was infuriatingly resistant to DNA analysis. Mercy glanced at the report in the file, and leafed through the folder until found the what she had been looking for penciled on a small memo inside, amidst the autopsy report summaries. She wrinkled her nose. The name was somehow familiar to her... and then it came to her. It was the name of the Justice agent that Grace mentioned years ago. He actually existed. But he had done nothing for Grace… and worse yet, he knew the therapist. Who else could have passed these reports?

Mercy blinked, and a flicker of annoyance came over her beautiful young face as she looked at the clock and realized that it was well past seven. Justice was closed. Well, Justice would be served on another day.

Irritated, Mercy pulled the jammed door, her might easily overcoming the frame and tearing out a chunk of wall as the lock dislodged. In the same smooth motion, she continued to rip the entire door right off its hinges without any effort whatsoever. Her astounding muscles tensed to freakish proportions a she grasped the door between both hands and simply brought those powerful hands together. To her pleasure, it actually provided some resistance. With an anticipatory twitch of her nipples, Mercy flexed her ridiculous pecs, bringing only a fraction of their true power to bear on top of an equally meaningless flex of her sculpted arms. At a mere whim, the solid antique oak was instantly transformed into two shattered pieces of crushed wood, with only compressed splinters between her unstoppable hands. In the now deserted office, no one heard the noise she was making.

Entering the adjacent staff lounge, she made way to the stove and reaching behind it, grasped the gas outlet. One pull and Mercy wrenched several feet of the gas line straight out of the wall, leaks springing all over the tortured piping. With a flick of her wrist that sent her forearm muscles rippling like a snake’s den, Mercy snapped off the outlet like it was made of cheap plastic. As gas spewed forth, she crushed the thick metal outlet in her hand as easily as she did the door knob. She strode naked through the corridor, and retrieved a manual alarm clock with a flint attachment from her backpack in the waiting room. Returning to the staff lounge. she placed it on the counter. The destroyed remnants would hardly be consideration for the arson investigators who would pore through the wreckage of the massive gas explosion that would soon level the small office and literally blow the late-working doctor apart. Or whatever remained of him that was even identifiable.

... Epilogue....

Under the cover of night and impervious to the autumn chill, Mercy slipped out the back of the office. Her fearsome muscles rippling and bunching everywhere on her naked physique with even the simplest of movements, Mercy caught sight of her reflection as she got in her car. In the gathering darkness, her muscularity was visibly beyond what most of humanity could imagine. Her nude body was truly the ultimate in unappeasable power. Her expression was customarily distracted as she drove away, but the inside she smiled, and flexing her incredible, man-crushing muscles. Yes, Justice would be served by the muscles of Mercy… but then her cell phone rang, jolting the nude musclebeast from her reverie. Not recognizing the number, she considered letting it go to voicemail but then flipped on the car’s Bluetooth speakerphone. “Hello?” she said dispassionately
She could barely hear the voice on the other end of the line.
“Who is this?” Mercy asked more loudly.
There was the sound of coughing, then a weak voice whispered.
“Mercy, it’s Grace.”



...Concluded....

[rodman]

This does not sound like a conclusion but an intro to a new storyline and super erotic Mercy/Grace series. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

My mouth is literally hanging open as I read each and every incredible sentence! Dude, glad to see you back and writing again, not only that but your prose is better than it ever was! I hope you write more soon! k+!

[reaper0002000]

***WARNING: If you don't like gore, then you have the option of not continuing further.***

She Wanted More
by reaper0002000



The last time he’d seen her, Revaness had knocked him out with a single effortless punch. He’d made her mad, and without thinking, the Korean beauty threw a punch. Even though he had been looking right at the bulging muscles on her coiled arm, she was so fast, he couldn’t even see her send her fist into his face. She was so strong, she knocked him out cold with one blow. A single, unplanned nothing jab on impulse. Not even trying, but she was that strong! What he didn’t know was how much she’d surprised herself by secretly enjoying it, her own demonstration of dominating strength. As she looked down disdainfully at his unmoving form, she’d chuckled to herself, and made a quick flex of her arm in mock victory. Her bicep shot up, showing a sharp two headed peak almost two inches above her arm, stunning her. She stared at her own muscle in wonder, a warmth tingling starting to grow between her legs. Her muscles were visibly better than his… she was so fucking strong. The realization totally turned Revaness on, made her seriously drip. She wanted more.

Revaness absently stayed by the jerk to make sure he came around all right, but as soon as he did, she left. As she made her way out, she repeatedly flexed each arm, tingling and dripping as her bulging biceps seemed to just keep somehow getting bigger with each flex, veins rising to protrude on the surface of her hot Asian muscles. God, she wanted more.

So she worked out like a demon, her Korean muscles hypertrophying to shocking degrees as she lifted heavier and heavier weights with less and less effort. Bodyweight benchpresses soon became a warm up activity, and Revaness had to double that for easy reps before tripling it… and then doubling the triple. Pullups soon became an aerobic activity; she had to do single-armed versions, as that was the only way to remotely challenge her. Then she had to add weight to even that. Weights that strong men used for squats were soon another warmup for her; before long, she could do countless lunges with their squat weight. Revaness was delighted; there seemed to be no limits to her physicality. She became freakishly strong. Frighteningly muscular. And it made her only want more.

In her sleeveless top, Revaness was now incredible looking; her amazing facial beauty and unbelievably jacked body… she sported arms that most guys would’ve killed for. Her arms wasn’t just amazingly sculpted anymore, she was seriously big too. And not just big for a girl, but big for anyone. The young, pretty Korean had FAR bigger, MUCH more muscular arms than most guys. And still she wanted more.

It was not chance that brought them back together again, meeting at a gym across town. It was late at night, and he was the only one there when she entered. He was training hard. After all, he’d been totally embarrassed by a young Asian hottie – she’d floored him with one punch! He had taken to working out with renewed vigor, and although his muscles had grown, unfortunately, his ego outmatched their progress. Revaness had heard through mutual acquaintances that he was becoming even more of asshole, and when he slapped one of her friends, the Korean had decided that was it. She now walked up to him, and as usual, her scorching good looks distracted him from how stunningly jacked her physique now was. But he choked visibly as she came close, recognizing her, his eyes nearly coming out of his sockets when he began to register the insane muscularity of her bared arms. She always had great arms, but good Lord…!

“How big are your arms?” she called out. “15 and a half inches,” he replied, quite proudly.

“Flexed?”

“Yeah.”

Revaness smirked, “Mine are 17 inches unflexed.”

She brought her arm up, coiling it and watching her huge muscles form perfect sharply peaked shapes, complete with veins and dented striations. He stared in awe at her, and self-consciously glanced his own arms.“Wow, mine are so much better than yours,” she observed, admiring how absolutely genetically superior her muscles were to his.

She proudly flexed, and was rewarded by a vertical explosion of nearly 25% more size to her already scarily towering biceps, but those jagged peaks now clearly separated into two steeply angled heads of rock-hard brawn. Flexing harder brought shocking height and insane fibrous detail in the surging massive muscle belly that stretched her skin tight. Capable of biceps-curling 100lbs for reps on each arm, Revaness now flexed to past 20” of sharp-peaked veined brawn, her young jacked flesh literally as hard as steel. Revaness laughed at the contrast; her bulging arm looked like the ideal sculpture of perfect muscle development, while his arm was smaller and shapeless.

“I’m bigger, harder and stronger,” she taunted, her hard-on starting to noticeably protrude at her crotch. She smiled, realizing the statement was true not only of her biceps, but also of the frightening thing erecting between her legs. Revaness was bigger, harder, and stronger there too. She was starting to drip with arousal. She wanted more.

On a whim, she reached out and grabbed the far side of his head. Her young, clean Asian scent was overwhelming. Confused, he didn’t put up much resistance at first, as Revaness guided his head into the crook of her steely, bulging arm strangely using the back of her hand. He tried to pull away, unsure of what she was doing, and discovered that he was utterly powerless to resist her, unable to even move the back of her hand -- Revaness was so unimaginably strong. He found himself jammed between her thick forearm and beneath his chin, her thick, bulging biceps. Why she was using the back of her hand became evident when Revaness abruptly rotated her wrist. There was a loud sickening pop, and he shrieked. Even without flexing, just rotating her wrist caused her huge biceps to contract into an obscene, sharp vertical mass… and Revaness was so immensely strong, her muscles so developed that the mere shift of her biceps shape was itself strong enough to dislocate his jaw cleanly. She laughed as she felt her amazing biceps peak snap off his jawbone with a simple twist of her wrist! As he started crying in pain, trying futilely to pull away, her dimpled smile widened. It was sexy that she was so strong… she wanted more!

Revaness slowly clenched her fingers into a fist, causing her forearms to erupt into massive splendor, veins crawling liked barbed wire beneath the silky young Asian skin. Trapped between her bulging forearm and her freakish biceps, his jaw splintered audibly between the jagged twin heads that were merely tensed (still unflexed!) to already stunning, hideous prominence. Revaness nearly cummed at the sound of his jaw helplessly fracturing to her ungodly might… and she still hadn’t even truly flexed! She moaned musically, her freakish groin protruding and dripping freely, aroused by her muscles, her effortless, bone-breaking strength… And she wanted more. Looking lovingly at her unearthly peaked arm muscle wedging into his fractured jaw, she finally allowed herself to flex. Her fabulous biceps exploded to its full ungodly size, a split jutting mountain of muscle that was utterly unstoppable, shattering his already broken jaw into countless pieces. Her biceps was so strong it even shattered his teeth, her muscle fibers so hard they crushed enamel like eggshell. Revaness orgasmed at the sight, sound, and feel of her 20” biceps breaking him. She cummed, no, ejaculated with a load that would shame any man as she orgasmed, inadvertently flexing harder and causing her matchless biceps to surge even bigger and harder, now grinding and pulverizing his bones and teeth effortlessly with her unreal, inhuman muscle peaks. Revaness sighed in an orgasmic glow, seriously pumped. She’d dislocated, then broke, then crushed his jaw by just flexing her spectacular biceps. Her muscles, her strength made her orgasm heavenly. Revaness loved it, her musical laugh terrifying, for as easily as she broke him, with a mere flex of her biceps, she was only starting… she wanted more!

Releasing him from her biceps vice, she hungrily tore down the front of her vest to show off how fabulously muscular she was. Now proudly barechested, Revaness wasn’t wearing a bra – she didn’t need one: She was all but breastless, her young, sexy Asian nipples taut against absolutely hulking young Korean pecs. The dimples in her smile deepened as he gasped involuntarily, stunned even through the pain of a shattered face, at the revealed sight of her unreal, almost inconceivable muscularity.

Her exposed torso showed that her perfect, peaked, exquisite muscle shapes weren’t just limited to her magnificent biceps. Her pecs were beyond spectacular. Her shockingly thick slabs of pectoral muscle were breathtakingly defined masses, with chiseled notches and defined separations at rest. Any move that Revaness made turned her enormous, ripped pecs reform into angular, eye-popping ridges and striations. Her Asian nipples were small but unusually long, inconceivably sexy. Beneath the frighteningly thick pectoral overhand, her eight-pack of deeply hewn abs rippled…visibly hard as rock. But Revaness was actually even harder than that; she looked like she was sculpted from the densest hardest steel ever conceived. And every single muscle belly in her torso, from huge pecs to jutting abs, was actually peaked in shape. A genetic Korean freak, she had developed herself into a physical specimen that was literally muscular beyond human perfection… and yet she wanted more.

Revaness’ slit dripped at how scared he became when he saw how incomprehensibly muscular and ripped she was, just through this glimpse of what she had shown him. The already soaked denim on her bulging crotch began to jut, her fierce groin bulging so strongly it started to pop stitches as she became more and more aroused. She splattered the floor almost continuously now with her arousal. His fear of her muscles was about to make her cum again… and she wanted more. She violently tore the rest of her top off to not just show how ripped she was, but now to fully reveal her true muscular size as well. He whimpered in fear as he began to realized how seriously BIG she was. Revaness revealed pumped delts like striped pumpkins, bigger than what he would have thought possible. As her enormous lats flared outward like a 747’s wings, Revaness flaunted the truly unbelievable development of her now fully naked upper body.

“I’ve attained maximal hypertrophy,” she said as she spread her giant lats demonstratively, emphasizing not just her unreal cuts and perfect shape, but her frightening mass. She took a breath, and her mighty chest expanded beyond what he could have ever imagined, her jacked pecs as thick as phone books -- her jacked torso now visibly dwarfed him. Revaness smiled proudly; she had built herself into the ultimate in hypertrophy, and was now a stronger and more muscular girl than anyone could even conceive!

“Want to see how strong I am?” she asked coyly. Her hand shot out, her speed making it a blur as she seized him by the throat. He gasped, choked by her vicelike grip, but that was only the beginning. She toyed with the idea of tearing out his adam’s apple with a flick of her thumb. Instead, in a mindboggling display of musclepower, Revaness then lifted him off the ground and held him overhead effortlessly with a single arm. Her incredible muscles rippled, her size, shape and definition simply insane. The young jacked Korean smiled at him as she slowly raised and lowered him just a little, suspending his entire body weight like he was a toy, to show how easy this unreal feat of strength was for her. He clawed at her hand futilely, unable to even overcome the strength of even a single finger of hers.

“You don’t have to use all your strength,” he gurgled hoarsely, desperate.


... to be cont'd....

[reaper0002000]

...cont'd...


“ALL my strength?” she repeated, quizzical. Her pretty brow furrowed. “I’m not using even a fraction of my strength,” she informed him. Her musical tone dipped sultrily, “Do you want to see what my big, strong muscles can really do?” Revaness dimples appeared again as she grinned in a truly terrifying manner. Her freakish musculature bulged, begging to be unleashed. She was dripping again… and she wanted more. He paled in fear at her expression, and then he sputtered, making choking noises as her merciless grip tightened. Revaness lowered him so his terrified, gasping face was right in front of her gorgeous face.

“Your cartilage is nothing to me,” she told him casually , “I could snap every bone in your body without trying.” She looked deep into his eyes, telling him the truth. “I’m so strong, I can kill you without even intending to.” She glanced down meaningfully at her outrageous biceps peak, drawing his eyes down mere inches to the hulking twin-headed beast perched like a jutting vein mountain of pure brawn on her fabulously sculpted 20” arm. The arm that was holding him up, effortlessly defeating gravity. His eyes widened, absolutely terrified at the physical sight of her mankilling strength, and Revaness chuckled, her slit dripping freely in arousal as at her crotch, her freakish,hungry beast pushed so hard and so strong that it was threatening to rip denim, adding to her pleasure. She wanted more...

With a sadistically slow clench of her fingers, Revaness snapped numerous cartilage rings like straw. She dismissively released him and watched him stumble as he caught himself, wheezing for breath through a fractured windpipe. Standing against her, he visibly cowered from the waves of raw power that emanated from her barechested, freakishly muscular form. To her delight, just her sheer muscularity was overpowering him! She reveled in her size by again flaring her gigantic lats to insane breadth, eclipsing him in a ridiculously vast, flaring shadow. She exulted in her fathomless strength, boastfully clenching her bared hulking pecs repeatedly into monstrous slabs of striated beef that completely humiliated and dominated him as she sneered at him. With her breastless chest, Revaness could outbench him by a mile, and literally squash him like an ant against those young, massive, ripped Korean girl pecs!

Fixing him with an intimidating stare, she bent closer to him and brought her fabulously sculpted arms in front of her, scornfully exhaling slowly right into his face. As her warm, fresh breath blew over him, her traps reached higher and higher up her long neck, building bulging slopes of unquestionable brawn. Revaness smiled as she slowly crabbed barechested into a classic most muscular pose. Her young Korean super-pecs didn’t even look human anymore, her sexy erect nipples hanging beneath pulsing shredded angled masses of hulking, jacked muscular perfection. Perfect peaked shapes notwithstanding, she was bigger than a gorilla. Her eight-pack jutted out in chiseled, hardened prominence. Just when he thought she couldn’t possibly blow his mind further, Revaness grasped her pants… and tore them off her with effortless glee, looking strong enough to rip him apart just as easily with her bare hands. But she actually was far, far stronger than that…and she wanted more!

He took one look at her supremely jacked body and pissed him self in fright at the sight of her… her soaked, failing panties didn’t just fail to hide, but actually accentuated her monstrous fuck beast. He gasped at her shocking virility, and his terror actually got her off, made Revaness’ muscular groin flex into an immense orgasm! Her already huge pleasure organs truly hulked out, and she effortlessly ripped apart her panties like tissue paper, freeing her ravenous sex animal. He couldn’t believe his eyes: the size and striations of her outrageous pussy, and it was much, much stronge than it looked. “Maximal hypertrophy,” she repeated proudly, “even here.”

Revaness reveled in her shockingly jacked genitals, giving even greater force to a new onrushing climax! As his bladder emptied involuntarily with his fear, she ejaculated and absolutely flooded the floor with her pleasure. And Revaness was even superior to him here, for she jacked with greater force and volume than he could piss! Beneath her deeply perfect, clenching eight pack and from a fearsomely furious mound, endless ropes and gushes blasted from her mighty slit… till she completely soaked the ground. She smirked at his pathetic puddle of urine and her mighty ocean of jack. She was so superior to him! Revaness took a deep breath, now shamelessly nude, looked herself over. And almost brought herself straight to orgasm again, for her entire naked physique was even more pumped from her pleasure. She was bigger than she’d ever seen herself -- more hypertrophied than ever! Much bigger, and even more ripped. Veiny. Every single muscle was inflated to steel hardness, from her shredded, striated Asian ass right down to her stunning powerpussy. Revaness was an absolute hulk, absolutely everywhere! “I am so. Fucking. Strong!" she exulted, thrilled at her own incredible body! She was turned on hard, dripping again, incredibly hard, utterly insatiable. And she wanted MORE!

The nude Korean grabbed the top of his head with one hand, threatening to crush his skull with her strong fingers. “You’re going to suck my crotch… and you’re going to see how big and strong a girl can get.” Revaness forced his gaping, broken face into her pumped-up groin, impaling his mouth with her amazing erect clitoris, her own not-so-little super strong sex stud ! There was no give to her mighty pleasure organ whatsoever – her Korean meat was impossibly strong! Revaness brutally jammed his mouth harder into her muscular crotch, and her sex stud pierced his palate, making her gasp in pleasure as her huge, erect Korean clit proved so hard it actually broke bone. Even her clit was unstoppable! She coiled her arm, jubilantly flexing her amazing biceps into a stunningly peaked Korean mountain as she savored this latest triumph – she was so fucking strong, just her genitalia could break him! As her tensed adductors swallowed his already shattered jaw in a bone crushing embrace, Revaness now fully covered his mouth with the pumped-up bulk of her wildly dripping Asian slit, and she started yet another steep ascent into an earth-shattering orgasm.

The terrified look in his eyes was pure candy to her as she dominatingly flexed her magnificent chest into unreal slabs of girl beef, getting even more ripped with every second – striations covered every single inch of her huge, hellish pecs, even her fully erect, downward-pointing young long nipples. Her aroused muscles were beyond human. Watching his frantic desperation made Revaness climb ever higher with musclelust over herself…her own strength, her own muscles! And with her arousal, she got even bigger and stronger! She was so strong that killing him with her muscles would be too easy; she could have popped him like a pimple. No, she wanted more.

Revaness grinned fiendishly; she was going to kill him with just her sheer male-shaming sexual abilities – literally fuck him to death! With that delicious thought, the young Korean musclebeast climaxed, her slit a muscular fire hydrant of jack boiling over with unreal power and volume into his helpless mouth. Her first fuck spasm was so powerful that she spurted several feet of cum out his nose, blasting unending ropes of her amazing jack not just down his throat, but deep into his lungs as well. But she wanted MORE!

She closed her eyes in absolute bliss, an ascending, shockingly muscular Korean hurricane of pleasure as she raised both incredibly muscled arms, flaring her huge lats, but unbelievably, his head didn’t fall off her mighty crotch. Instead, his mouth became more tightly sealed against her still gushing slit as her freakishly strong clitoris pulled his skewered palate up further with its erection, while his shattered jaw was anchored in place by the vice of her adductors. She closed her eyes, grinning as she continuously filled him with a tsunami of her unstoppable, boiling Asian sex fluids. Flexing her gorgeous, spectacular Korean muscles to impossible size and definition, Revaness was not only stronger than any fifty men, but she could far outjack all of them put together! But still she wanted more!

Inhumanly strong, Revaness spread her lats to unreal width and made herself orgasmically gigantic! She was pure glory! Her 8-pack clenched into jutting splendor, and Revaness roared in exultation, forcing her already perfect Asian body to unreachable immortal heights as she reached an even higher sexual climax, her young pumped body truly godlike in muscularity. In orgasm, her sizzling slit became a lethal geyser of divine jack, exploding cum into his pathetically hapless body with the force of a nuclear bomb detonating. Young Korean muscles bulging with unheard-of might, Revaness came with such endless ferocity, his ears ruptured and his eyes exploded out of their sockets as her unstoppable rockets of jack shot out of his ears and eyes. Revaness filled his lungs, and still she jacked, moaning with pleasure, her shockingly strong rivers of cum now bursting apart his lungs and causing his torso to visibly swell with the torrential power of her insane sexual capacity. But she still didn’t stop! Emanating heavenly deep throaty moans, Revaness jacked endlessly as her impossibly powerful arousal started cracking apart his ribs from the inside – she was literally exploding him apart with the sheer force of her virility!

Finally, his face tore into separate pieces, his flesh unable to withstand the sheer strength and raw power of her fire-hose ejaculation! As his remains slumped off her incomprehensibly powerful Asian physique, her deadly jism spilled copiously out of every orifice of his lifeless body. Revaness’ gorgeous face was beatific in her bliss, her cheeks dimpled with her smile…and her glistening, fully pumped, nude Korean body was now impossibly muscular, the pinnacle of inhumanly muscular perfection. She looked at her matchless Asian muscles lovingly, at her almighty groin with its giant clit and endlessly strong slit; she was SO far beyond merely superior to any male, in any sense. She had literally jacked a man to death, tearing his face apart with the force of her virility, while drowning and overflowing him with her sexual prowess, her uncesasing sexual tsunami! Revaness was bigger and stronger and even sexier than she had ever been, ascending orgasmically into a state of incomparable muscularity….AND SHE WANTED MORE!


Concluded

[Jeremy Lightning]

k+! All I can say, dude, is I want more of Revaness!