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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: grbaclig on January 03, 2023, 03:30:27 am
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This story as an homage to the old Lucha films that I used to see on TV while growing up in San Diego. I tried my best to recreate the setting, tone, plot points, and (dubbed) dialogue of those films, including breaking the story up into 'scenes'. My Spanish is terrible so I apologize in advance for any errors.
The following story is an act of satire. All characters and events portrayed therein are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over 18 unless explicitly stated otherwise.
Scene 1
It was a beautiful autumn night in Mexico City, and the city's elite were gathered in the great hall of the Instituto Politécnico Nacional to celebrate the successful launch of a revolutionary new satellite. The celebratory gala was full of movie stars, politicians, and footballers, but one luminary outshone all the others, the legendary luchadora Figura Gloriosa, whose red sequined mask and ponytail were instantly recognizable anywhere on earth.
Famous for her dominant wins over female and male wrestlers alike, as well as her tireless commitment to fighting evil, the world-renowned wrestling champion known simply as Gloriosa to her billions of fans always drew a crowd, and tonight was no exception.
Over two meters tall in her high heels, the curvaceous amazon towered over the throng of admirers and reporters who showered her with praise as they gawked at her incomparable physique. With a MM cup bustline, buttocks the size of basketballs and shoulders the size of volleyballs, to say that Gloriosa had an hourglass figure would be an understatement. Similarly, it would be an understatement to describe the red sequined slip dress that she wore as skimpy, as it was short enough to reveal the lower crease of her buttocks, low-cut enough to expose the gulf of cleavage between her breasts, and completely backless as to showcase the rocky musculature of her back.
It would also be an understatement to say that Gloriosa enjoyed the attention of her admirers, famous as she was for showing off her body in her red-sequined wrestling outfit that consisted of a low-slung bikini bottom and a bandeau top that barely concealed her titanic bosom, as well as for constantly hitting bodybuilding poses to flaunt her unparalleled muscularity. And tonight, her admirers were plenty.
“Gloriosa!” a reporter called. “The International Bodybuilding Journal recently said that you are the most muscular human being in the history of the world. Is that true?”
“Judge for yourself,” Gloriosa laughed as she raised her right arm and flexed a towering bicep the size of a cantaloupe, which was all the more impressive for the incredible leanness and development of her physique, which would be the envy of any bodybuilder or physique competitor.
“Incredible!” the reporter exclaimed. “Why, your arms must be 75 centimeters around!”
“79 centimeters,” Gloriosa said with a smile and a wink, the curve of her pouty lips and the twitch of her dainty nose leaving no doubt that, beneath her mask, her facial beauty was just as impressive as her Olympian physique. “But who's counting, eh?”
Suddenly a handsome man in a tuxedo burst through the crowd of paparazzi. It was Rodolfo Saenz, the young politician who had been swept into the office of President by his crusade against corruption and poverty. He dropped to one knee before the buxom wrestler and produced from his pocket a lustrous diamond ring. “Figura Gloriosa,” he pleaded. “I beg you to accept my marriage proposal. Thoughts of your divine beauty occupy my every waking hour, and haunt me even in my dreams. Please grant me the honor of spending my life as your loving husband.”
The crowd murmured with excitement at the dashing young leader's expression of love as flashbulbs erupted all around. A sad smile passed across Gloriosa's lips as she bent down, her improbably firm breasts spilling from her flimsy dress until they were nearly completely exposed. “Senor Presidente,” she said, kissing his hand, “although any woman would be lucky to have such a bold and handsome husband, being married to me would put you forever in danger from the villains who constantly plan my demise, and would place the entire nation in peril. Please forgive me for being unable to bear such a burden.”
The crowd sighed with sadness, for they knew Gloriosa's words to be true. Her numerous victories over criminals, mad scientists and terrorists had won her great admiration from the law-abiding citizens of planet earth, but also drew the ire of evildoers the world over. A single tear rolled down President Saenz's cheek, and the crowd was saved from the awkwardness of the moment only by the fanfare of arrival for the scientists that they had all gathered to celebrate.
First and foremost among the scientists was Professora Sedienta, the beautiful blonde academic who had repeatedly set the scientific world abuzz with papers on topics as diverse as neurobiology, robotics and atmospheric phenomenon. She was clad as always in horn-rimmed glasses, black fishnet stockings, and a scandalously short labcoat beneath which she almost certainly naked, judging by perky breasts that wobbled freely between her lapels. “Gloriosa!” she cried, running forward to embrace the great luchadora. “How I have yearned to see you again! Truly it is an honor and a privilege to be in the presence of such a magnificent specimen of womanhood.”
“You are too kind, Professora,” Gloriosa said with a humble bow. “Congratulations on your latest scientific achievement. Truly the nation is lucky to have such a brilliant mind as yours in-”
Before Gloriosa could finish speaking, the beautiful scientist threw herself forward, burying her head between Gloriosa's massive breasts and wrapping her arms around Gloriosa's sprawling latissimus dorsi muscles.
“Professor Sedienta is right,” a scientist with a bowtie said. “We all owe you a debt of gratitude for defeating the Atlantean pirates, Gloriosa. For if you had not destroyed their mechanical golem with your legendary Tetas De Furia attack and retrieved our uranium core, the satellite project would have surely been doomed.”
“Quite correct,” a frail old professor in thick glasses added. “Gloriosa, the entire scientific community is indebted to you and your mighty chichachotas. I'm sure Professor Sedienta agrees.”
The beautiful scientist murmured in agreement, her voice muffled by Gloriosa's prodigious mammaries, as she ran her hands up and down Gloriosa's muscle-studded back and began to grind her pelvis against Gloriosa's muscular thighs.
“Think nothing of it,” Gloriosa said graciously. “It was my pleasure to bring those treacherous pirates to justice. Besides, it was a lovely day for a swim.”
Gloriosa's quip elicited a hearty laugh from the crowd, but the merriment was cut short by the sound of gunfire as a policeman burst into the great hall. “Get down everyone!” the officer called out. “Robbers have ransacked the biology lab and they're heading right for this very room!”
“It seems that not even the halls of academia are safe from evildoers,” Gloriosa said gravely.
Professor Sedienta removed her head from the great wrestler's cleavage. “Oh dear,” she said, straightening her glasses. “I am conducting a very important experiment on blood transfusion in the biology lab. I hope that these robbers have not disturbed my work.”
Making his way through the crowd, Captain Julio Ramirez, the head of the Mexico City Police Department grabbed the breathless patrolman by the arm. “What's going on, Jimenez?” he asked.
“Three men broke into the biology lab,” Officer Jimenez said. “We tried to stop them, but they were far too strong for us. These men were as large as wrestlers, Capitan.”
“Wrestlers, eh?” Gloriosa chuckled, rolling her muscle-capped shoulders. “This sounds like something that I should attend to, if you would not mind Capitan.”
“It would be an honor to fight beside you once again, Figura Gloriosa,” the police chief said.
Scene 2
Just then screams echoed from the far end of the great hall as two heavily muscled men burst into the room, dressed in feathers and had painted faces, carrying long wooden clubs with thick spherical knots at the end. “What unusual costumes,” Captain Ramirez said. “I can see why Jimenez thought that these men must be wrestlers.”
“Well let's see how these so-called wrestlers fare against a genuine luchadora,” Gloriosa scoffed, cracking her knuckles as her bowling ball-sized forearms rippled with thick cables of muscle.
“Wait Gloriosa,” Professor Sedienta cried. “See the jugs that those men carry over their shoulders? That is the blood that I am using for my experiment. Please don't allow it to come to harm.”
“I will be careful, Professora,” Gloriosa said, nodding curtly as she strode forward.
“Why would anyone steal blood?” Officer Jimenez asked as he drew his gun.
“No guns!” Captain Ramirez called. “There are too many civilians about!”
The venerable police captain was correct. Gala guests and serving staff alike ran from the garishly-dressed robbers as they advanced through the room toward the exit, and the police officers were lost in the stampede of fleeing civilians. Figura Gloriosa was not so easily deterred, however, and quickly spied a table that had been broken during the chaos. She charged forward with all the speed of an Olympic sprinter despite the ten centimeter heels that she was wearing, and ran up the table as if it were a ramp until she reached its edge, whereupon she leapt into the air, sailing over the heads of the fleeing guests and landing directly in front of the club-wielding robbers. “You there,” Gloriosa said firmly, “put down that blood and surrender immediately.”
The two burly men responded by swinging their clubs at Gloriosa's head, but she quickly raised her arms to intercept them. The clubs bounced harmlessly off Gloriosa's massively muscled arms, and the two robbers stumbled to regain their footing.
The feather-clad robbers grimaced, and swung their clubs again, this time bending down and aiming low at Gloriosa's ankles. But her years of combat training in the wrestling ring had given her lightning-fast reflexes, and it took her mere milliseconds to diagnose their attack and formulate the correct response. And so as the deadly clubs whistled downward, she sprang into the air, placing one hand on each robber's shoulder, and leapfrogged over them, spinning around with a flourish as they stared in feeble confusion at the empty space before them. “You gentlemen seem quite clumsy,” Gloriosa chuckled as she deftly unhooked the jugs of blood from their backs. “Perhaps if I unburden you of your stolen wares, you will put up a better fight.”
The robbers looked at each other in confusion, shocked at how quickly and easily the buxom wrestler had stripped them of their loot. Then they looked at Gloriosa, raised their clubs and snarled
Just then Captain Ramirez managed to fight his way through the crowd. “Your timing is quite impeccable Captain Ramirez,” Gloriosa said as the policeman stood by her side. “Look after Professor Sedienta's blood while I deal with these two thugs.”
The aging police captain reached out to take the large vessels of red liquid that Gloriosa held with ease, but was surprised by their great weight, his legs buckling as he struggled to keep his arms around the jugs. “Get the blood!” one of the robbers growled, and the other nodded.
Snarling, the two burly robbers rushed forward, their clubs raised menacingly overhead. But Gloriosa was ready for them, exploding forward in a burst of speed with her muscular arms outstretched, striking them with a double clothesline and sending them crashing to the floor.
By now the crowd had cleared, and Captain Ramirez was joined by a half-dozen of his men, who helped relieve him of the stolen blood. As the policemen struggled with the heavy vessels, Gloriosa reached down, wrapped her slender feminine hands around the robbers' ornate necklaces, and effortlessly lifted both men off the ground. Gloriosa's biceps swelled like split-headed mountains of womanly power as she held the two burly men in the air with their feet dangling above the floor. “Some wrestlers you two turned out to be,” the hulking luchadora chuckled.
“Wait a moment,” Captain Ramirez said, turning to his men. “Jimenez I thought you said that there were three robbers.”
“Yes sir,” Jimenez said. “I saw them myself, each one laden with a stolen jug of blood.”
“Well then, where is the third man?” the captain asked.
Just then, the two robbers in Gloriosa's hands screamed out in pain, their bodies seizing up for just a second before going limp. “What's this?” Gloriosa said as she examined them. “They've died!”
Gloriosa set the men gently on the ground as the police officers gathered to examine them. “Look here,” Officer Jimenez said. “Both robbers have blowdarts in the back of their necks.”
Captain Ramirez turned toward the door to which the robbers' backs had been facing as Gloriosa held them aloft. “That way men,” he called. “The darts came from over there. Hurry!”
Scene 3
The officers ran off to investigate, but the assailant was long gone, and they squinted into the night to no avail. At the same time, Professor Sedienta and her colleagues joined Gloriosa and Captain Jimenez. “Remarkable,” the old professor with the thick glasses said as he bent down to examine the robbers. “The clubs these men were carrying are perfect replicas of Aztec cuahholollis!”
“And their costumes resemble Aztec battle garb,” the bearded professor said. “At this rate, I expect to learn that those blow darts were dipped in curare. What do you think, Professor Sedienta?”
The beautiful doctor did not respond, occupied as she was stroking the bulging muscles of Figura Gloriosa's right arm as she gazed up in awe at the prodigious lady wrestler, licking her lips and grinding her hips. “Gloriosa, you were amazing,” Professor Sedienta cooed as she ran her fingers along the hulking woman's horseshoe-shaped tricep. “It is a privilege to watch your magnificent body in action, even in such dire circumstances as these.”
“You are too kind, Professora,” Gloriosa said, hoisting up the jugs of stolen blood in one hand. “I'll wager that you're happy to get your hands on these big jugs once again.”
“Oh, indeed I am,” the curvaceous professor giggled as she grabbed Gloriosa's enormous breasts and began kneading her fingers into them.
The professor's delightful double-entendre was just what was needed to relieve the tension of the grim events of the preceding minutes, and so they all threw their heads back in laughter.
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A great start.
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👀 OMIGOSH 🤯
A new Grbaclig story! 😱
I am absolutely one of your greatest fans (I run a discord server devoted to the genre... ) and I check back here every now and then just in case such a thing as this might happen.
Also from a border area (TX) so idk how this could be more perfect. She's a freakin' show-stopper from the start, as is the point ofc.
So excited to see what you bring!
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Cannot say how excited I am to see you back with another story for us to dig into. Can't wait for more of this!
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Scene 4
Police sirens roared through the streets of Mexico City, toward the Instituto Politécnico Nacional where Captain Ramirez and his men were doing their best to secure the chaotic crime scene. But on the outskirts of town, things were quiet and dark as a full moon, red as blood shown overhead. As a police car zipped along a dirt road on its nightly patrol, a bulky figure clad in feathers and face paint ducked behind a fence to avoid detection, cradling in his arms a jug full of blood.
Emerging from the shadows a few moments later, the lone surviving culprit of the biology lab robbery turned west and headed toward the mountains, careful with his hard-won booty as he made his way to a cave in the hillside that was well-concealed by gnarled tree roots and fallen boulders. Inside the cave, flickering torches lit his way down a path of collapsed walls and pillars long-covered with moss and dust, as he walked toward the maw of a high-ceilinged chamber lit with braziers and candles, the walls of which were filled with shrouded corpses. Carefully he walked to the center of the chamber, where an elaborate sarcophagus sat on a platform, surrounded by four mighty pillars of stone. Within the sarcophagus was a desiccated corpse wrapped in a robe made of black feathers with a golden jewel-encrusted headdress atop its skull, upon which was mounted a golden talisman of a papaya ringed in flames.
“Oh great Atlacoya,” the garishly dressed robber said, holding the jug of blood aloft. “I, your humble servant have returned with this offering of blood, gathered from many persons throughout the nation. May it bring you life, so that you may once again reign over this valley and its inhabitants.”
Carefully the man opened the jug and began pouring the blood into the skeleton's mouth. Almost immediately, the skeleton began to stir in its coffin, as living tissue began to reappear on its bare bones. A few seconds later, the jug of blood was empty, and the figure in the coffin was no longer a withered corpse, but was instead a ravishingly beautiful woman with lustrous black hair and creamy white skin. The robber set the now empty jug down on the ground, shaking with anticipation as he peered closely at the woman in the sarcophagus and reached out to touch her with a trembling hand. But as his hand approached her gorgeous face, her eyelids shot open revealing big green eyes as bright as emeralds. “Mistress Atlacoya, you have awoken!” he cried. “I have waited my whole life for the night of the blood moon, just to see your glorious return and bask in your transcendent beauty, carrying on the tradition of my ancestors these past 700 years!”
As the burly robber continued to stammer praises, the woman in the sarcophagus sat up, flung her slim legs over the walls of the coffin, and climbed out onto the floor. “Yes it is I,” she said sourly, “Atlacoya, the vampire queen of the Aztecs, finally awakened after these centuries of cursed slumber to take my rightful place as ruler of this world. But first I must take my revenge on the descendants of the one who vanquished me, as I swore to do some 700 years ago.”
“Oh my beautiful and deadly goddess,” the big man in the feathers groveled, “I will gladly help you destroy your enemies, but first could you please give me the reward that you promised my ancestors for guarding your tomb all of these centuries.”
Anger splashed across Atlacoya's face for just a second, but then a wry smile graced her ruby-red lips. One of her hands crept between the man's legs, while another pulled back her feathery robe, revealing her perky C-cup breasts, her slim stomach, and the delicate ruffles of her perfectly formed labia. “So you want a reward for your years of loyal service?” she laughed.
“Please, my queen,” the robber moaned, his member hardening under her skillful massaging.
“Fair enough,” Atlacoya purred as she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants to the ground, casting a sinister glance up at him as she massaged his hard on. “Let us begin with this small token of my gratitude.”
The robber's knees weakened and he slumped against a pillar as Atlacoya effortlessly slid his erect penis into her mouth, sucking it, licking it, and massaging it with her tongue. Her fellatio skill, honed by centuries of practice was too much for the man to bear, and he ejaculated almost instantly, slumping to the ground as Atlacoya rose to her feet, licking her lips. “Tell me, my faithful but greedy servant,” she chuckled. “Did you enjoy our little dalliance?”
“I... feel... so weak...” he whimpered. “I cannot even stand... What is happening to me?”
“Such a selfish lover, thinking only of yourself,” Atlacoya laughed. “Perhaps instead you should think about what is happening to me!”
With that, Atlacoya threw her robe aside, and stood naked above her whimpering servant, clad only in her bejeweled headdress. And as the man watched in a mixture of lust and awe as Atlacoya's body began to change before his eyes, her breasts swelling to D-cups, her buttocks growing rounder, her shoulders broadening and her slim legs widening at the hips, hamstrings and calves to become more shapely. Then, to his horror, he looked down at his one-bulky body had shriveled up, leaving him with the physique of a frail old man. “What is this?,” he cried. “What have you done?”
“Do you know nothing of vampires?” Atlacoya scoffed as she squeezed her newly enlarged breasts. “I have drained you of your sexual energy. It is my favorite way to feed. Such a pity that you did not have more vigor, my faithful and flaccid servant.”
“My body,” the formerly imposing robber groaned. “It is ruined!”
“Oh hush your whining,” Atlacoya giggled. “I haven't even given you your final reward.”
Atlacoya's smile widened and her mouth opened to reveal a set of vicious fangs, and as she approached her weakened servant, he feebly raised his arms and cowered in fear. “No!” he pleaded.
But his cries were quickly silenced, and the cavernous tomb echoed with Atlacoya's laughter.
Scene 5
It was a beautiful morning in Mexico City, and the shocking crimes that were committed at the Instituto Politécnico Nacional on the previous night were the last thing in Figura Gloriosa's mind at the moment, engrossed as she was in her workout. The sound of clanking iron filled the fully appointed gym in the basement of her stately manor as she pushed herself through a weightlifting regimen that would humble a circus strongman.
A week ago, after defending her world championship against the giant El Monstroso, Gloriosa issued an open challenge to any wrestler on earth who sought to best her. To the consternation of wrestling fans all over the world, the treacherous Gorilla Brothers had exploited a loophole in the international wrestling bylaws that allowed them to accept her challenge as a team, requiring Gloriosa to face both of them at once in a bout that was scheduled for this coming Sunday. No one would have thought less of Gloriosa if she had declined such an unfair match, but her sense of honor would not allow her to rescind her promise, and so she pushed her body harder than she ever had before in preparation for what would no doubt be an excruciating contest.
She stood, dripping with sweat, clad in her famous mask, as well as a skimpy spandex singlet cut dramatically at the legs, arms, back and neckline so that it was little more than a slingshot of shining red fabric, as to afford the great wrestler a view of her incomparable physique as she studied each movement of her exercises with unwavering focus.
The morning's routine concluded with squats of 1,500 kilos, an impossible feat for all but the mightiest men on earth, but well within the abilities of the legendary luchadora whose powerful thighs had prevailed against the most vicious leg-locks that the wrestling world had to offer. After her fifth set, she shouldered the barbell safely onto the rack and turned to the mirrored wall of her gym to savor the fruits of her labors.
She ran her fingers along the apollo's belt deeply gouged into her pelvis as she extended her right leg and tensed its throbbing muscles, and then left. With a haughty smirk she watched the thick teardrop-shaped heads of her inner and outer vastus muscles expanded so mightily with mass that skin crimped along their edges as they swelled against the bulging pillar of her femoris muscle, while the adductor muscles of her inner thigh hardened into sweeping wings, separated from her bulging quads by the thick cable of her sartorius muscle.
When she was done looking at her thighs, she shifted her gaze to the mirrors behind her and flexed her buttocks one at a time, delighted as the deeply-dimpled basketball-sized orbs contracted into striated blocks of muscle that looked to be carved from stone. “What a pity that there aren't more Gorilla brothers,” Gloriosa smirked as she stroked her muscle-swollen rump. “It will take more than two men to contend with muscles such as these.”
The great luchadora continued to scrutinize her musculature as she took her morning shower, but soon the sweet aromatics of her luxurious soaps and shampoos lulled her razor-sharp mind into a state of peaceful relaxation, which she carried with her as she dried herself off in her large ivory appointed bathroom, savoring the luxurious softness of her Egyptian cotton towels.
But her reverie was cut short as the peals of her doorbell echoed through the spacious halls of her home. “Who on earth would come calling so early on a Saturday morning?” she asked aloud as she quickly donned her mask and threw on a silk robe that clung to her curvaceous figure, outlining her narrow waist and round buttocks while also allowing her gargantuan breasts to bounce freely as she walked through her spacious, elegant mansion to get the door.
Scene 6
“Buenos dias, Figura Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said, removing his hat as the door opened.
“Buenos dias, Capitan,” she replied. “What brings you to my humble home at this early hour?”
“Gratitude,” Captain Ramirez answered as the towering wrestler escorted him into her sitting room. “The annual policeman's ball is being held this Friday, and I wanted to extend your invitation personally, in light of your heroic deeds at the Institute last night.”
“It would be my honor,” Gloriosa said as she poured two cups of coffee. “And speaking of last night's events, have you learned anything more about those strange men who robbed the laboratory?”
“Very little,” the captain said, shaking his head grimly. “They were normal men with normal lives and no criminal records. But there is one puzzling thing: at the autopsy it was discovered that both men had a strange mark on their chests, above their hearts. Look here.”
Captain Ramirez then produced two polaroid photos from his jacket, which showed blue tattoos in the shape of a flaming papaya. “What a curious pattern,” Gloriosa mused as she examined them.
The two crimefighters pondered the photos for just a moment, until the silence was broken by the arrival of a third party. “Good morning Captain Ramirez,” a lilting girlish voice called from above.
Captain Ramirez looked up to see a radiantly beautiful young woman descending the stairs, her girlish features glowing bright without the slightest trace of makeup, her shining brown hair held back by a simple headband. However, her appearance was far from innocent below the neck, as the yellow peasant dress that she wore was so daringly low cut that her melon-sized breasts erupted from the neckline like globes of honey-colored flesh.
The old policeman's eyes widened in lustful amazement as the buxom young woman skipped down the stairs, her bosoms bouncing and jiggling with every step. “Miss I'm afraid that you have me at a disadvantage,” Captain Ramirez said. “For I am sad to say that I don't remember having met you.”
“Really?” the young brunette said quizzically as she handed the policeman her hand to kiss. “Why it was not so long ago that you carried me from the flaming wreckage of Professor Llama's lair.”
“Captain Ramirez,” Gloriosa said, “Surely you remember Maria, the girl that I adopted a some fifteen years ago, after her home and family were destroyed by Professor Llama's were-alpacas.”
“Maria?” Ramirez said, jumping backward in shock. “Oh... forgive me, Maria. Of course I remember you, it's only that the last time we met you were merely a schoolgirl, and now you are-”
“And now she is still a schoolgirl,” Gloriosa said sternly. “Too young to be wearing such a revealing dress among guests at home, much less in public.”
“I'm not a child anymore,” Maria pouted, “I should be able to dress as I please!”
“As long as you live under my roof, you shall do as I say,” Gloriosa said, drawing herself up to her full height and thrusting her world-renowned bust outward authoritatively.
“And don't you always say that women should be proud of their bodies?” Maria retorted.
“Women should indeed be proud of their bodies,” Gloriosa said, “but you are still a girl, and girls should be modest, especially in public.”
“A fine thing for you to say,” Maria sniped. “I have studied all of your matches and seen all of your photos. The whole world had seen your chichis by the time you were my age.”
“When I was your age, I was a luchadora, “Gloriosa said sharply. “I fought my way up from a life of poverty and desperation. And it is because of my sacrifices, as well as my chichis, that you will be able to attend university next year.”
“Well maybe I want to be a luchadora as well, instead of going to university” Maria said.
“Absolutely not, I forbid it!” Gloriosa declared. “Wrestling is a violent sport with pain and danger at every turn. It's far too dangerous for a delicate young woman such as you.”
“Delicate?” Maria cried. “I'll have you know that I'm stronger than any of the boys in my school, in the entire country, even. Maybe you would have seen my trophies for weightlifting and kickboxing if you weren't too busy saving the world to make time for your family!”
Gloriosa drew back, wounded by Maria's comment, and Captain Ramirez stepped in immediately. “Please ladies, do not bicker so on such a lovely morning. Gloriosa, it's plain to see that Maria is no longer a mere child, and can make her own decisions. And Maria, could you please put on a more modest dress, just this once, as favor to me.”
“Fine,” Maria snorted. “I will change my clothes as a favor to you, but not because she said so.”
“I am so sorry that you had to witness such behavior, Capitan,” Gloriosa said as Maria stomped upstairs. “Maria is smart and dutiful, but she is also quite willful, unwilling to yield even a centimeter.”
“She takes after her adoptive mother, I fear,” Captain Ramirez said with a smirk.
“I fear this also,” Gloriosa said with a plaintive smile. “It is dangerous for a girl her age to be so bold, for in this world evildoers lurk around every corner, ready to strike.”
Captain Ramirez nodded as he picked the polaroids of the robbers' tattoos from the table, and examined them again. “Indeed, Figura Gloriosa,” he said, “and I can only wonder what evil is afoot now.”
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Scene 7
In her cavernous tomb just outside of Mexico City, the vampire queen Atlacoya sulked. “I can feel my beauty and power returning with each soul that I drain,” she said sourly as she ran her hands over her now-tight stomach and felt the heft of her breasts, which were now DD-sized, “but what a shame it is to possess such beauty without the adornment of clothing and accessories? And what use is such power with the adoration of worshippers?”
With a flourish, Atlacoya traced esoteric symbols in the air with her fingers, her green eyes flashing as she chanted words of power in a long-forgotten Aztec language. Her chamber was filled with the sound of groaning and shuffling as a handful of the mummified corpses that surrounded her stretched out their limbs, shaking off centuries of dust. Soon Atlacoya was thronged by reanimated temple guards and servants, who gathered around her in a circle and knelt. “I would prefer the adoration of strapping men or nubile women, but I suppose you will do for now, my loyal retainers.”
She waved for twelve of her guards to rise, hulking mummies not one of whom was shorter than 2 meters, clad in tattered remnants of feathered capes and tunics, their rotting foreheads bound with headbands of braided gold, each of them wearing around their neck a gaudy amulet set with a large green jewel the color of Atlacoya's flashing eyes. “Go forth into the sunlight, where I cannot tread, and bring to me clothes, jewelry, and appointments worthy of my station as queen of this world,” she commanded.
Atlacoya's temple guards saluted her and shambled from the tomb, as the vampiress slumped onto her stone throne. “You there,” she called to a trio of female mummies, “tidy up my royal chamber. It is dank and dusty in here, unbefitting a woman of my status. But do not worry, for tonight I shall feed and feed again, and soon more of your number will arise again to assist you in your work.
The trio of mummified handmaidens bowed and slumped off to separate ends of the tomb to begin their chores, and Atlacoya stared intently at the burning brazier set before her throne. “Yes, Tenochtitlan has grown greatly while I slumbered, and it is now overflowing with prey to sate my thirst, and plenty of shadows from which to stalk them. Soon I will be powerful enough even to walk in the sunlight, and I shall crush the descendants of the woman who ended my reign all those centuries ago, and take my rightful place as ruler of all the earth!”
And as the six mummified temple guards poured forth from the entrance of her tomb and shambled toward Mexico City, Atlacoya's laughter echoed in their ears as a reminder of her orders.
Scene 8
The fashion district of Mexico City was bustling not only with wealthy housewives and well-heeled socialites, but also with the city's more affluent young women, who were on summer break from their studies. Among these women were the world champion wrestler Figura Gloriosa and her adopted daughter Maria, who were strolling from one boutique to the next, perusing the finest wares that the great city had to offer.
People stopped and stared as Gloriosa glided through the aisles in a form-fitting sleeveless minidress that showed off both her outrageous feminine curves and her hulking musculature, and was perfectly coordinated with her signature mask. Maria was in tow, dressed in a floor-length shirt dress with long sleeves, her beautiful face, bountiful bosom and round behind turning heads despite the modest cut of her dress.
In an upscale French boutique, Maria lingered for just a moment to examine an elegantly cut halter dress with a plunging neckline and a long vent along the right side, resplendent in golden sequins. “Don't even think about it,” Gloriosa scolded, stepping in front of the dress. “Why, if you wore that dress, you would have every boy in town chasing after you.”
“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Maria grumbled.
Gloriosa raised her finger to admonish her adopted daughter, but her lecture was cut short by the sound of breaking glass and screaming from across the street. People gathered at the window to observe the commotion, and were horrified to see the luxury boutique across the street being ransacked by a group of large men in elaborate elaborate but tattered costumes, wielding long wooden clubs. Had any of the onlookers a proper background in Aztec history, they may have recognized them as temple guards of the fabled vampire queen Atlacoya, but as it was they merely gawked in speculation.
“A robbery in broad daylight!” one shopper exclaimed. “How brazen!”
“Those men,” another said, “there's something not quite right about them. Their skin is all withered and rotten. Are they lepers, perhaps?”
“Surely this is a stunt for television,” someone suggested.
But any doubts about the seriousness of the robbery were dispelled when two police officers arrived with guns drawn, shouting. Without hesitation, one of the temple guards lashed out with his club and brained the nearest officer, sending his dead body slumping to the ground. The second officer recoiled in horror and began firing his gun. The temple guard showed not the slightest reaction to the gunshots as he shambled toward the young policeman, while his compatriots filled their arms with jewelry and finery.
As a wave of panic spread through the onlookers, Figura Gloriosa readied herself for action, tearing her minidress to shreds to reveal beneath her famous wrestling costume, a skimpy red sequined bikini consisting of a low-slung bikini bottom and a bandeau top. A cheer went up from the assembled crowd, who were both relieved to have the legendary wrestler and crimefighter in their midst, and eager to see her in action. Playing to the crowd, Gloriosa cocked her hips and clasped her hands overhead in a freestyle bodybuilding pose, her muscles hardening into colossal blocks of tanned, sculpted perfection from head to toe, smiling with pride as she soaked in their adoration.
“Hypocrite,” Maria mumbled under her breath as she crossed her arms and pouted.
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Scene 9
Across the street from the French boutique, one of Atlacoya's temple guards advanced on the young policeman whose gun was now quite empty of bullets, clicking impotently as he backed away in panic. Suddenly the young policeman's heel caught on a crack on the sidewalk and he fell to the ground, cowering in panic as the hulking Aztec mummies stood over him, shoulder to shoulder, and raised their cuahholollis. But like a bolt of lightning Figura Gloriosa leapt into the middle of the fray, looking down at the frightened young law officer, her back to the temple guards. “Good morning officer,” she said with a smile, “let me to lend you a hand. Or better yet, let me lend you my back.”
As the temple guards swung their clubs, Gloriosa put her hands on her hips and spread her titanic lats, forming wings of muscle so wide that they shielded the fallen lawman from all of his attackers. And surely enough, all six cuahholollis struck Gloriosa, breaking instantly into useless splinters of wood as they collided with the rock-hard muscles that studded the great luchadora's sprawling back. “Figura Gloriosa!” the policeman cried with relief. “Thank God you're here!”
“And not a moment too soon, it seems,” Gloriosa said. “Quickly, go and call Captain Ramirez. I will deal with these fiends and make sure that no innocent bystanders come to harm.”
As the policeman scampered off down the street, Gloriosa spun to face the bulky undead robbers, and not a moment too soon as one of the temple guards lunged at her throat. With lighting reflexes, Gloriosa ducked down and planted her shoulder and grabbing him by the waist as he advanced, then stood up and tossed him backwards over her head.
Immediately she was confronted by another zombie who pulled a knife of glittering obsidian from his belt. The temple guard swung his knife, but Gloriosa was too quick for him, easily grabbing his wrist and deftly applying a twisting wristlock, causing the guard's rotting fingers to open, sending the knife clattering onto the sidewalk. Then, with a roll of her mighty shoulder, Gloriosa jerked the undead villain's arm so hard that he flipped into the air and landed on his back.
Across the street, Maria clutched her purse nervously as the crowd let out a cheer. “She's incredible!” a man cried. “Is it any wonder that she's unbeatable in the ring?”
“Yes,” another agreed. “Wrestling is the greatest martial art of them all, and Figura Gloriosa is its utmost practitioner.”
As if to punctuate those comments, Gloriosa slipped effortlessly past the clumsy swing of a temple guard and struck him between the shoulders with a double ax-handle strike, knocking him to the ground with a blow so forceful that it sent flower petals flying from the nearby bushes. Another grabbed her around the neck from behind, but she broke his hold by driving her elbow into his stomach, then grabbing him by nape as to rest his chin on her thick trapezius muscle, and dropping to the ground to administer a devastating stunner.
Gloriosa didn't have long to enjoy her victories, however, as the boutique's owner ran to the window, pointing at one of the temple guards, who was shambling away, his arms loaded with silks and jewels. “Gloriosa!” the man called. “That one is escaping!”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Gloriosa stated, cracking her knuckles.
But before she could react, she was struck from behind by a metal signpost, swung by the temple guard that she had first dispatched, who had in mere seconds recovered from an attack that would have incapacitated a living man instantly. Gloriosa winced, while behind her another temple guard grabbed ahold of a nearby bench and pulled it from the ground, its bolts popping loose. Gloriosa regained her composure in time to intercept another blow from the metal sign, but two temple guards struck her from behind with double ax-handle blows to the base of her neck, knocking her down on to one knee.
Back in the French boutique, the crowd was aghast. “What is happening?” a store clerk cried out. “Where are the police?”
“I tell you, these robbers can't be human,” another said. “This is horrific!”
Indeed, things looked quite grim indeed for Figura Gloriosa as three temple guards kicked at her from all sides, while two others filled their arms with stolen luxuries. Then, to the onlookers' horror, the sixth temple guard brought the bench slamming down on Gloriosa's back, slowly raising it to strike once more as the great luchadora grimaced in pain.
But just when things looked darkest, a high-pitched whistle cut through the air, and all eyes were drawn to the roof of a nearby boutique, where a masked woman stood, draped in a robe of shimmering gold. “Who is that?” an old man asked. “It looks like a luchadora.”
“She looks quite young for such a dangerous job,” a store clerk added.
And surely they were both correct. The woman on the rooftop was clad in a gold luchadora mask that covered the top half of her head, save where it left room for her brown pigtails to pull through, while leaving her face bare below the bridge of her nose to reveal beautiful youthful features. However, when she shrugged off her robe, any doubts about her fitness for combat disappeared, as her youthful body bulged with muscles so big and sculpted that few men on earth would be able to match. And her muscles were well displayed, clad as she was in a gold lame wrestling outfit consisting of boots, a thong bikini bottom and a set of pasties mounted on her improbably perky J-cup breasts.
“What an incredible physical specimen!” a man with thick glasses remarked. “Why, she reminds me of when Figura Gloriosa was just a girl climbing the ranks of the luchadors.”
“With a powerful body like that, she should make a great wrestler,” agreed an old woman.
And surely they were both correct. Before the temple guards could react, the girl in gold leapt from the roof in a missile drop kick and slammed her feet into the chest of the guard carrying the bench, who flew backwards into a flower bed, the heavy bench falling harmlessly to the ground beside him. A cheer went up from the various onlookers huddled at the windows of the nearby stores, who were amazed by the muscular young woman's bravery and athletic ability.
But their joy soon faded, as the five remaining mummies began to close in on the girl in gold, trapping her in a circle. Undeterred, she pointed her arms overhead and bent one leg against the other and began to spin rapidly in a circle, like a ballerina executing a pirouette. “Tornado de tetas!” she shouted as her heavy breasts slammed into one guard after another, knocking them from their feet and sending them flying backward onto the ground.
Again the onlookers cheered, and the young woman in gold beamed with pride as she flexed her muscles for the adoring crowd, bending her knees and twisting at the waist as she struck a rear double biceps pose, to show off her legs, glutes, abs, lats and arms all at once. Her entire body rippled with thick chiseled muscles that stretched her honey-brown skin tight as spandex and they swelled with power, and the crowd murmured in awe. “Such an amazing physique,” a young man said to his wife. “I wish you had muscles like that.”
“I wish you had muscles like that,” the wife retorted and the crowd around her laughed.
But the celebration was short lived, as all around her the temple guards began to rise from the ground. The girl in gold swiveled about, unsure of how to proceed against such implacable foes, when she saw Gloriosa picking herself off the pavement. The young woman ran to Gloriosa's side, and helped her to her feet. “Are you hurt, Gloriosa?” she asked.
“It takes more than a chair shot to take me out of a match,” Gloriosa said.
“That is good,” the girl in gold pasties said. “Because this match is far from over. It seems that these men refuse to stay down.”
And surely enough, the temple guards were beginning to close in on the musclebound women. “Then we'll have to make them stay down,” Gloriosa said. “Three for you and three for me.”
“I like those odds,” the young luchadora said as she ran to meet her trio of mummified foes.
Her scanty golden costume shone in the sun as she hopped up onto a nearby newspaper box and launched herself toward the trio, her muscles rippling with athletic prowess as her body twisted in the air to reposition herself horizontally to the ground, colliding with two of her attackers at once in a corkscrew crossbody that knocked them forcefully to the sidewalk. She sprang up with the practices ease of an olympic gymnast, and a third was upon her immediately, swinging an obsidian knife at the her throat. Her eyes widened, and she dodged out of the way just in time as the blade flashed past her and her rotting assailant stumbled forward. Wasting no time, she leapt into the air hooked her powerful calf around the back of his neck and slammed him face-first onto the ground.
A few meters away, Gloriosa stared down a trio of rotting villains, hands on hips and smirking, as if daring them to attack her. They obliged, charging one after another. Gloriosa snared the first in an arm drag and threw him viciously to the ground, spinning around in time to intercept the second and scoop him up easily, immediately slamming him down upon the first. The third came at her with his hands wrapped together in a double axe handle strike aimed squarely at her chest. With a smirk, Gloriosa tensed her immense pectorals, which rippled into tanned domes of striated muscle as big as pumpkins and as thick as bricks, and the undead robber's fists glanced uselessly off her chest. “Not a bad strike,” she chuckled as she flexed her pecs one at a time, each one taking turns contracting into a thick striated mound and relaxing into a sculpted slab, “I almost felt that. But let me show you how it's done.”
And with that, Gloriosa raised her fists in the air and brought them smashing down on the temple guard's chest, expecting him to collapse under the force of her mighty strike as scores of the most powerful wrestlers on earth had in the past. But her fists first struck the amulet on the guard's mummified chest, shattering the green jewel embedded within like glass. As soon as the jewel broke, the guard collapsed instantly to the ground and began to fade wither into dust before Gloriosa's disbelieving eyes.
Gloriosa looked at the pile of dust at her feet in which the fragments of the broken jewel sat gleaming in the sun, then to the pair of temple guards she had previously dispatched, who were once again rising to their feet, and then to new newfound ally who found herself surrounded the trio of zombies that she had herself so recently defeated. “Listen!” Gloriosa called to the girl in gold. “You must destroy their amulets! I can't explain it, but you must believe me!”
The young luchadora nodded at Gloriosa in recognition as three zombified guards began to close in on her. With lightning quickness, the girl in gold leapt into the air, striking the furthest temple guard in the chest with a bicycle kick, shattering the amulet around his neck and causing him to fall and wither away. “Incredible!” she said as she gazed in amazement at the rapidly decaying corpse.
But that moment of distraction was all that her opponents needed to get the drop on her, as a temple guard grabbed her from behind, bending the uprooted signpost around her stomachto pin her muscular arms at her sides. Her nearly bare breasts bounced furiously as she tried to wrench herself free, the temple guard clung relentlessly to the signpost to prevent her breaking free.
A meter away Gloriosa was closing in on the temple guards at her feet, who were once again beginning to rise. “A little slow getting up this time, eh?” Gloriosa chuckled. “Here, let me help you.”
And with that Gloriosa reached down and grabbed each of the burly mummies by the back of the neck and lifted them into the air with her mighty arms as if they were ragdolls, their feet dangling off the ground. Gloriosa held them aloft for just a moment before slamming them together chest first, smashing the green jewels set in their necklaces. Gloriosa dusted off her hands as the temple guards turned to ash before her, but her satisfaction was interrupted by a shriek.
The girl in gold was now beset by two mummies, one still struggling to hold her around her waist with the from behind with the bent signpot, and another that had grabbed her ankles as she tried to kick him away. “Let go of me, you fiends!” she cried as she thrashed about, her powerful young body rippling with sculpted muscles and her melon-sized breasts jiggling wildly as she struggled to free herself.
Quickly, Gloriosa bounded down the sidewalk to assist the young luchadora. She approached the temple guard who held the young woman by her golden boots and struck him with hammerfist blows on either shoulder, jolting him mightily and forcing him to release the gold-clad luchadora's legs. Instantly, Gloriosa grabbed him from the waist and bent backward, slamming the temple guard to the ground with a powerful suplex, which she immediately followed with a devastating elbow drop that shattered the green jewel on his necklace, turning him to dust.
Her legs free, the young luchadora in pigtails redoubled her efforts, raising her knees to her chest, then driving the heels of her boots into the temple guard's feet. The burly mummy stumbled, his grip loosened just enough for her to free herself. Without hesitation, the girl in gold leapt into the air, and torqued her muscle-packed midsection, rotating in midair and driving a picture-perfect spin kick, shattering the gem.
And just like that, the battle was over.
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Thank you for your outstanding work!
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This story has been great so far. Gloriossa and Maria are two awesome protagonists. I can't wait to read the rest of their adventures.
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Great work, Gloriosa looks to be a worthy conquest for Atlacoya.
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Scene 10
Amidst the chaos of the attempted robbery, the two buxom muscular women approached one another. “Thank you, Figura Gloriosa,” the young woman in gold said. “Without your aid I surely would have perished.”
“It is I who should be thanking you,” Gloriosa said. “ Those villains got the drop on me, and it was your timely arrival that saved the day. But to thank you properly, I must know your name.”
The girl in gold look surprised by the inquiry, as if she did not know her own name. “My name is... uh... Chica Vigorosa,” she said finally.
“How unusual that I have not heard of you,” Gloriosa mused. “A luchadora with your talents would have made quite a name for herself, I would imagine. Tell me, where do you train?”
The busty young woman once again looked surprised by Gloriosa's question, and began to nervously knot her fingers. But at that moment, Captain Ramirez appeared, thronged by a group of officers who immediately set about surveying the destruction. “Another luxury boutique robbery,” one officer said as he surveyed the jewels and furs scattered on the sidewalk.
“What do you mean another luxury boutique robbery?” Gloriosa asked.
“It's the third one this week,” Captain Ramirez said, “all with the same modus operandi. A group of large ugly men with incredible strength, seemingly impervious to damage, attacking a store in the middle of the day to steal designer dresses and jewelry. Did anyone see where they went?”
“At your feet, Captain,” Gloriosa said, pointing to the pile of ashes and weathered clothing that marked the remains of the temple guardians. “That is all that remains of your robbers.”
“I don't understand,” Captain Ramirez said, scratching his head.
“It's true, Capitan,” said the policeman that Gloriosa had saved moments earlier. “Figura Gloriosa and Chica Vigorosa bested the robbers in combat, and they disintegrated before my eyes.”
“How peculiar,” Captain Ramirez said, kneeling down to examine the faded raiments that the robbers had worn, finally picking up a headband adorned with an insignia resembling a papaya lit ablaze. “And now for the second time in as many days I see this curious symbol.”
“My word,” Gloriosa exclaimed. “That is the same symbol tattooed upon the men who attacked the Instituto Politécnico Nacional!”
“There's no mistaking it,” Captain Ramirez said. “You know, I have to visit Professora Sedienta to deliver her invitation to the policeman's ball. Perhaps she can decipher this symbol. If you would like to come along, I would appreciate your help.”
Gloriosa nodded. “It appears that I am embroiled in this mystery, like it or not,” she said. “And you too, my young friend... where did she go?”
And indeed Chica Vigorosa was gone, having disappeared in the commotion. “How mysterious,” Captain Ramirez said. “It's hard to imagine that a young woman with such a remarkable appearance would be able to go unnoticed. But anyway, it's fortunate that both of you were here.”
“Indeed,” Gloriosa said. “Maria and I were out shopping for dresses for the policeman's ball when- Oh no, Maria! In all this excitement I have lost sight of her completely!”
“Here I am Gloriosa,” Maria called, appearing from the crowd.
“Maria, thank goodness you are safe,” Gloriosa said. “But you look exhausted, sweating and nearly out of breath. What on earth have you been up to?”
“Oh... I... uh...” Maria said nervously. “I was merely staying safely in the boutique as you instructed, but those horrible monsters got me quite agitated.”
“Let's go home and freshen up,” Gloriosa said, lovingly placing a hand on her adopted daughter's shoulder. “Captain Ramirez, Maria and I will meet you at Professor Sedienta's house shortly.”
“Why do I have to come?” Maria asked.
“Professor Sedienta is one of the finest scientific minds in the world,” Gloriosa lectured. “You would do well to make an impression on her, as it would undoubtedly benefit your upcoming education.”
“She's one of the biggest perverts in the world, you mean,” Maria said, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “It's shameful the way she's always flirting with you and fondling you, as if you're the only woman on earth worthy of her adoration.”
“Nonsense,” Gloriosa said. “Professor Sedienta is the model of professional decorum. You're just jealous of the scientific admiration in which he holds my physique.”
“I'm not jealous,” Maria objected. “I'm not.”
“You always cross your arms and pout when you're jealous,” Gloriosa scolded. “Furthermore my word is final on this matter. Now let's fetch the car and head home.”
Scene 11
Captain Ramirez had just parked his car in Professor Sedienta's driveway when he saw Figura Gloriosa's bright red Alfa Romeo pull in behind him. He tried not to stare as Gloriosa's long, sculpted legs swung out of the car, barely covered in a miniskirt, her upper body clad in a sleeveless satin blouse that clung so tightly to her bulging torso that it looked as if it would split apart at any moment. In contrast, Maria was clad in a modest beige dress, exposing not so much as an ankle, although as always her curvaceous figure was evident beneath the prudish clothes that her mother chose for her.
“Buenas tardes, ladies,” he said, and greeted Maria with a gentle kiss on the hand.
“Buenas tardes, Capitan,” Gloriosa replied as she rang the doorbell.
The door swung open instantly, and the trio were greeted by Professor Sedienta who, in addition to her normal horn-rimmed glasses, stockings and stiletto heels, was dressed in a peignoir of green chiffon and black lace that was so flimsy that it was plain to see she was naked beneath it, and closed so lightly with a silken belt that it was precariously close to falling open. Captain Ramirez diverted his gaze instantly. “Forgive me, Professora,” he said. “We did not mean to disturb you while you were indisposed.”
“Nonsense,” the buxom blonde educator purred as she looked over her three guests, “I was just in my robotics laboratory, fiddling with my knobs and flicking my switch. Please come in, all of you.”
“Thank you kindly,” Captain Ramirez said, removing his hat.
Immediately Professor Sedienta draped herself against Gloriosa and began running her fingers up and down the towering amazon's musclebound arm. “Tell me Gloriosa, what stroke of good fortune has brought you to my door?”
“It is bad fortune as well as good, I fear,” Gloriosa said.
“Well then,” Professor Sedienta said as she stepped back, licking her lips as she looked Gloriosa up and down, “first tell me the good news while I fetch us some wine to soften the bad news.”
“The policeman's ball is on Saturday, Professora,” Captain Ramirez said, “and this year it is my honor to organize the event. Unfortunately due to the recent crime wave I have been negligent in sending out my invitations. I thought it best to deliver your invitation, and my apology, in person.”
“Oh I do so love balls,” Professor Sedienta said, returning from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and four glasses, her full round breasts bouncing freely beneath the sheer negligee. “I will certainly attend. Tell me, Gloriosa, will you be there as well?”
“Of course,” Gloriosa said. “And Maria as well.”
“Oh how lovely,” the professor cooed as she opened the bottle of wine and began pouring. “Maria I saw a dress at the French boutique that would be perfect for you―a golden sequined halter dress with a plunging neckline and a long vent.”
“It sounds lovely,” Maria smirked, knowing that it was the same dress that she had asked her mother to buy just a few hours earlier. “It was at the French boutique, you say?”
“Absolutely not,” Gloriosa interrupted. “Maria is a mere girl, far too young for such a dress.”
“Oh don't be such a prude, Gloriosa,” Professor Sedienta said as she handed wine glasses to Gloriosa and Captain Ramirez. “Maria will be off to university in a matter of moths, and besides, it's plain to see that Maria has blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Would you also hide a beautiful flower under layers of drab fabric?”
“I would if there were legions of unruly boys just waiting to pluck that flower,” Gloriosa grumbled.
“Be careful, Gloriosa,” the professor continued. “Repressing a young woman's natural urges does not extinguish them. In fact it intensifies them, and in some cases makes them so powerful that they may overtake her entirely.”
“Like a great inferno of lust that burns within her every waking moment, and even in her dreams, until she can think of nothing but carnal pleasures!” Maria added exuberantly, before quickly regaining her composure. “Or... uh... so I've heard.”
“Nonsense,” Gloriosa said dismissively. “All obstacles can be overcome with force and discipline, be they internal or external. But we are not hear to talk about parenting.”
Maria pouted once again, and Captain Ramirez moved quickly to change the subject. “There is also some bad news, Professora,” he said. “A string of robberies carried out by monstrous thieves.”
“Oh dear,” Professor Sedienta said as she handed a glass of wine to Maria. “Tell me more.”
Maria reached out eagerly for the wine, but Gloriosa plucked it from the air and poured it into her own glass, causing Maria once again to pout with jealousy.
“Well, it's really quite mysterious,” Captain Ramirez began. “Today Gloriosa thwarted a robbery, the third of its kind, that targeted luxury boutiques selling jewelry and women's clothing-”
“She didn't do it alone,” Maria cut in. “Don't forget Chica Vigorosa.”
“Quite right,” Gloriosa said. “I was assisted by an impressive young luchadora who helped me dispatch the monstrous thieves.”
“Two crimefighting luchadoras?” Professor Sedienta gushed as she played with the belt of her flimsy gown. “How exhilarating! Tell me more!”
“Well, anyway,” Captain Ramirez said. “These robbers wore curious costumes, much like the men who attacked the Institute earlier this week. And what's more both groups of criminals were decorated with this mysterious symbol.”
With that Captain Ramirez produced the headband adorned with a blue picture of a papaya ringed in flames. Professor Sedienta leaned forward and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses. “You know, I think I've seen this symbol somewhere before,” the gorgeous doctor said. “Follow me.”
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Scene 12
Professor Sedienta led her guests into her expansive library, and past rows of bookshelves until she came to a stop at a shelf that smelled of old parchment. “Here we are,” she said, plucking a visibly ancient scroll from the shelf. “Now let's see what we can learn about this curious symbol.”
Gloriosa, Maria and Captain Ramirez huddled around Professor Sedienta as she unfurled the scroll on a reading table. And there, clear as day amidst the arcane symbols and faded illustrations, was the mark of the burning papaya. “There it is!” Captain Ramirez exclaimed.
“This writing appears to be in the Aztec language,” Maria observed. “Is this scroll truly that old?”
“Well observed Maria,” Professor Sedienta said. “You see, this scroll is nearly 700 years old, and chronicles the ancient history of this region.”
“Can you read it, Professora?” Gloriosa asked.
The curvaceous blonde squinted at the manuscript. “My Aztec is a bit rusty,” she said, her face suddenly brightening as she turned to Gloriosa. “You know, Gloriosa, I recently read in an academic journal that a breast massage can improve a woman's focus and concentration. Perhaps if you assisted me in this way, I would be more able to read the scroll.”
“Very well,” Gloriosa nodded, positioning herself behind the professor and sliding her hands into the flimsy green nightgown. “If it will assist in the investigation, I will certainly oblige.”
“Oh yes, I can feel it working,” Professor Sedienta purred as Gloriosa's long feminine fingers began caressing the peach-colored flesh of her round breasts and squeezing her tumescent pink nipples. “You know I also read that clitoral stimulation can improve a woman's focus and concentration as well. Perhaps if I were to rub myself against the quadriceps of your mighty thigh I might receive even more benefit.”
“Very well,” Gloriosa nodded. “If you think that will stimulate your mind, go right ahead.”
“I don't think it's her mind that's being stimulated,” Maria pouted, crossing her arms.
“Enough with your jealous tantrums,” Gloriosa said to her daughter. “Can't you see that the professor is trying to concentrate?”
Professor Sedienta panted as she began to grind her pelvis up and down on the deeply chiseled ridges of Gloriosa's musclebound thigh, her body contorted like an exotic dancer, her sheer nightie barely attached to her lissome body. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “I can feel it working.”
Captain Ramirez fingered the brim of his hat nervously. “Perhaps Maria and I should leave you two alone to your... uh... research,” he suggested.
“No no no,” Professor Sedienta said. “It's much more stimulating if people are watching.”
The policeman shrugged apologetically at Maria as Professor Sedienta began to moan with pleasure, her skin beading with sweat as she bent over the ancient scroll. “Well Professora,” what have you learned?” Gloriosa asked as she pulled at the buxom professor's turgid nipples.”Can you tell us what the symbol means?”
“Almost...” Professor Sedienta panted. “I'm almost there... oh yes... oh I can feel it!”
Finally the beautiful blonde squealed loudly and collapsed, her knees on the ground, her elbows on the desk as sweat dripped from her head onto the ancient scroll. “Are you alright Professora?” Gloriosa asked. “I tried my best to follow your instructions, but I am no scientist.”
“Oh you were magnificent, Gloriosa,” the professor exalted as she pulled herself to her feet.
“And what of the scroll?” Captain Ramirez asked hurriedly.
“The scroll? What scroll?” Professor Sedienta asked confusedly, but then bolted upright with realization. “Oh yes of course. “This scroll tells is a history of the Valley of Mexico, written by Aztec scribes several centuries ago. It tells the tale of Atlacoya, a demon who ruled over this valley feeding off the life energy of innocent men and women to increase its own evil power, and demanding sacrifices of gold and jewels. This flame-ringed papaya is Atlacoya's sigil, worn by its worshippers.”
“Interesting,” Captain Ramirez mused. “I only wish that I knew how the information relates to the robberies.”
“Yes, it is quite a mystery, “Professor Sedienta said.
“I think it's clear that these robbers are worshipers of this 'Atlacoya' character, or at least they are pretending to be,” Maria said. “That would explain their unusual garb, and their fixation on luxury goods.”
“Hmm,” Gloriosa said, squinting in concentration as Professor Sedienta gently ran her fingers over the great luchadora's muscle-gouged midsection. “I don't see the connection.”
“You know, you may be on to something, Maria” Captain Ramirez said. “At least it's the best theory that we have at the moment. Tell me Professor, is there any more information on the scroll that may be of use to use?”
“The scroll? What scroll?” Professor Sedienta asked confusedly, but then bolted upright with realization. “Oh yes of course. The scroll says that Atlacoya's temple was located in a cavern west of the city. Perhaps that is where you should search for answers, Capitan?”
“There must be hundreds of caverns in the west,” Captain Ramirez sighed. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”
“The rest of the scroll is the retelling of an old legend,” Professor Sedienta shrugged. “It is the tale of how Atlacoya was finally defeated when a heroic woman in a red mask, great in stature and well-endowed of bosom, ate the magical papaya that was the source of Atlacoya's power, banishing the wicked creature from the mortal world for 700 years. See the illustration here?”
The group huddled around the scroll. “Gloriosa, the woman on the scroll looks exactly like you!” Maria exclaimed.
“Indeed she does,” Captain Ramirez agreed. “Gloriosa, perhaps this ancient Aztec heroine was your ancestor?”
Gloriosa stood over the parchment with her hands on hips, resplendent in her red mask as she towered over the others with her gigantic breasts thrust outward. Her face grimaced in concentration as she examined the illustration of the heroine of legend, who was depicted with her hands on her hips wearing a red mask as she towered over the other illustrated Aztecs, her comically oversized breasts lovingly detailed. “Hmm,” Gloriosa said. “I don't see the resemblance, myself, but you may be right.”
“Well, at least we learned what this symbol means,” Captain Ramirez said. “I will set our research team on the trail of this Aztec temple. Thank you again, Professor Sedienta.”
“It was my pleasure,” the beautiful educator giggled as she gazed up at towering wrestler.
“That much is obvious,” Maria snorted.
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Fantastic continuation ...
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eVery nice builkd up, can't wait to see how it ends.
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Awesome story so far! I enjoy the light hearted comic book style of the world, while still being a hot muscle story.
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Scene 13
The following morning found Figura Gloriosa hard at work in her gym once again, reclined on a bench as she rhythmically pressed a 1,000 kilo barbell into the air over and over. It was a weight that would crush the strongest men on earth, but it was merely another working set for the legendary luchadora who grimaced beneath her mask as she racked the barbell.
Sitting up, she turned to a nearby mirror, clasped her hands in front of her navel and began to flex her pectorals, which erupted into waves of muscle as she squeezed them over and over again, admiring the striated slabs of bulging feminine power that lay atop her chest, as big and thick as Mexico City phone books. “Those conniving Gorilla Brothers will be in for a shock if they throw chops at this chest of mine,” she said proudly, punctuating her exhibition with rapid twitches of her pectorals to make her colossal MM breasts bounce and jiggle within her lycra singlet. “And heaven help them if they find themselves at the mercy of my unstoppable tetas.”
Scene 14
After her shower, Gloriosa went upstairs to her kitchen clad once again in her luxurious but revealing bathrobe, and found Maria at the kitchen table with the morning newspaper and a steaming cup of coffee. “Gloriosa?” she said with a start. “I did not expect you to finish your workout so early.”
“I thought that 3 hours would suffice today. After the excitement of yesterday's battle, it is wise to relax.” But Gloriosa's contented smile turned to a scowl when she looked at the table. “Maria are you drinking coffee?” she asked sharply. “You know that you are too young for such things.”
“No of course not,” Maria said nervously. “I was... uh... merely making a cup for you.”
“Oh why thank you,” Gloriosa responded. “How considerate. But hold on, why did you make this coffee now if you expected me to continue with my normal 6 hour workout?
“Oh... I... uh...” Maria stammered as she glanced about nervously. “Did you see this morning's paper. You are on the front page yet again. Is that twenty times this year already?”
“Twenty-one,” Gloriosa said, smiling with pride as she took the paper in her hands. “But who is keeping count, eh? And what a perfectly timed picture of me and my mysterious new ally. Why it couldn't have turned out any better if we had posed for it.”
Gloriosa's words rang true, as the photo on the front page of the photo captured the two luchadoras in the midst of their battle, Gloriosa with her massive arms raised overhead to deliver a punishing double hammerfist blow as her titanic bosom jutted proudly forward, every shredded muscle in her body rippling with tension. Beside her, Chica Vigorosa floated in the air, the feminine curves of her muscular legs on display as she spread them wide in a flying kick, with only the merest scrap of gold lame concealing her sex as her pastie-clad J cup breasts bounced free above her shredded abdomen. “The newspaper says that Chica Vigorosa is quite the athlete,” Maria said. “Although of course I saw nothing of her myself, having hidden myself in the boutique during the fracas.”
“It's true,” Gloriosa nodded. “Despite her obvious youth her body is impressively powerful, like a coiled spring of well-honed muscle. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if one day she proves to be a formidable challenger in the ring. Although of course I will crush her as I crush all my opponents.”
For just a moment, Maria's face flushed with anger at her mother's boast, but she quickly regained her composure. “Her costume is quite distinctive as well,” Maria said. “You don't think it is too revealing?”
“Hmm,” Gloriosa said as she scrutinized the photograph. “No, I think not. Her costume is indeed quite revealing, but a luchadora must be an eye-catching performer as well as an athlete. And besides, every luchadora knows that the more clothes one wears, the more fabric that one's opponent can grab ahold of to execute throws and holds. Furthermore, a well-muscled luchadora may find that intimidation may give her an advantage over a smaller and weaker opponent if she is confident in her physique.”
“Well it appears that Chica Vigorosa is indeed confident in her physique,” Maria said.
“As well she should be,” Gloriosa agreed. “Her finely sculpted body is evidence of her training and pedigree as a wrestler, and it is as important to her performance as it is to her athleticism. I tell you Maria, a woman should always present herself perfectly for the occasion, no matter what that occasion is. And that reminds me, I picked up your dress for the policeman's ball this evening.”
Maria bristled with excitement as her adoptive mother produced a garment bag from the French boutique where they had gone shopping the day before, but her heart sank when Gloriosa presented her with a drab gray dress that even a nun would find dowdy, with its long hemline, long sleeves and high collar. “Thanks, I guess,” Maria said glumly.
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Thanks for the kind words everybody!
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This is great! There are so few female muscle stories involving wrestlers and even fewer involving luchadoras (in fact, this might be the only one?). I don't know why because wrestling introduced so many of us to the wonder of muscle women.
I always wanted to see a femuscle version of an El Santo movie.
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Scene 15
There was an unusual chill in the air as Figura Gloriosa and her adopted daughter Maria approached the governor's mansion for the policeman's ball on Friday evening. Captain Ramirez met them in the foyer and kissed their hands. “Ladies, thank you again for accepting my invitation, and let me say that you both look lovely as always,” he said, his debonair suit and coiffed gray hair seeming a bit out of place on a man who had spent his life in dogged pursuit of police work. “Please give your coats to the gentleman in the tuxedo and I shall escort you into the ball.”
Even in the foyer, the famous wrestler drew a crowd of admirers and photographers who stared in admiration as Gloriosa removed her luxurious mink to reveal a form-fitting red satin gown vented to the waist with a strapless bustier top, her bountiful physique bulging in every direction. Maria's overcoat was a drab affair, as was the gray dress beneath it, but much to Gloriosa's chagrin Maria had accessorized with a simple belt around her waistline that pulled the formless dress close to her hourglass figure, accentuating her ample bosom, broad hips and capacious buttocks.
“Who is this stunning young beauty that accompanies you tonight Gloriosa?” asked a reporter.
“She must be a fashion model,” another reporter offered.
“She's a foreign movie star,” said yet another, “I am certain of it, only her name escapes me.”
“No no no,” Gloriosa said. “This is my adopted daughter Maria, she is only a schoolgirl. Now if you will forgive us we have a ball to attend.”
“Maria, give us a smile,” said a photographer as he raised his camera, and of course the young woman was happy to oblige.
“From now on I will have to examine your attire more carefully before I let you leave the house,” Gloriosa grumbled as Captain Ramirez led them both out of the foyer and into the ball.
Maria smirked triumphantly, having correctly predicted that Gloriosa's pride would prevent her from showing any sign of displeasure in front of her adoring public.
Scene 16
The ball was a grand affair and after some mingling Gloriosa and Maria once again found themselves beside Captain Ramirez, this time in a stately parlor at the rear of the mansion, away from the crowd of local dignitaries and socialites. The 3 of them were making easy small talk when a handsome young policeman, no more than 20, with broad shoulders and a stately jaw ran to Captain Ramirez's side. “Capitan,” the young man said. “I have news from precinct 11.”
“Now now Miguel,” Captain Ramirez said. “I invited you to this ball so that you could take your mind off policework for once, and here you are prattling on about precincts when there are two beautiful women to whom you have not even bothered to introduce yourself.”
The young policeman flushed with embarrassment and removed his hat. “Oh forgive me,” he said. “Buenas noches, ladies.”
“Ladies this is Miguel, our youngest officer, fresh from the academy,” said the captain. “Miguel, This of course Figura Gloriosa, who needs no introduction, and this lovely young woman here is Gloriosa's daughter Maria.”
“Of course I recognize Gloriosa,” Miguel said nervously. “It is an honor to meet you. And I know Maria as well.”
Maria was caught off guard. “You do?” she asked. “I must apologize, but I cannot say that I remember having met you.”
“Well we didn't meet, exactly,” Miguel said, nervously fingering the brim of his hat. “I was two years ahead of Maria in school, and although we didn't have any classes together, everyone knew her as the most beautiful girl in Mexico City.”
“You are teasing me,” Maria said demurely, clasping her hands nervously.
“Not at all,” Miguel said. “I tell you, Capitan, all the boys in school would fight for seats near Maria. Some would even play sick just so they could steal a glance at her as they walked to the nurse's office.”
“Please, you are embarrassing me,” Maria said with a coy lilt in her voice, turning away and covering her face with her pocketbook as she began to blush.
“Yes Miguel, contain yourself,” Captain Ramirez laughed. “If you go any further you will be in danger of embarrassing yourself, as well.”
“That is the least of the dangers that he will face if he goes any further,” Gloriosa said coldly as she stepped closely to Miguel to emphasize her formidable stature, glaring down at him as she did.
Miguel went white from shock as he wilted under the angry gaze of the buxom juggernaut. “My apologies of course. I'll leave you all alone and get back to the murder scene.”
“Another murder?” Captain Ramirez asked, exasperated.
“What do you mean another murder?” Gloriosa asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I'm afraid so, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez sighed. “Three murders in as many nights. Two young men and one young woman. All of them in the western outskirts of the city.”
“How awful!” Maria exclaimed.
“Awful indeed,” Captain Ramirez said. “And what's more all three of them were found drained completely of their blood. What kind of fiend would do such a thing?”
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Scene 17
Outside the governor's mansion, a policeman lazily patrolled the side yard, cursing his luck that he was chosen to provide security while his comrades inside shared drinks with celebrities and dignitaries. “Why so gloomy?” a woman's purred from behind him.
Instinctively the policeman wheeled around, gun drawn, only to come face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and creamy white skin all shone in the moonlight as she smiled and walked toward him. The policeman's mood brightened instantly, and he stood up straight as the raven-haired woman slinked across the lawn, wearing an elaborate gold headdress adorned with a papaya, and clad in a black dress that was little more than a bejeweled corset with a one strip of silk hanging from its front and another hanging from its back to provide a modicum of coverage. She was long and lean like a ballerina, but with impressively perky DD cup breasts and a thick round rump, and all showcased admirably by her scandalous dress, and she smiled with ruby red lips as she offered her hand, clad in a black lace fingerless glove and adorned with jeweled rings, to the policeman. “Buenas noches, senora,” the policeman said, kissing her hand, and feeling his loins tingle at the electric sexuality of her touch. “I assume that you are here for the policeman's ball. Do you need me to show you back inside?”
“No,” she said pouting. “I'm afraid that I never received an invitation, and it is not my custom to go where I am uninvited.”
“A grievous error, no doubt,” the policeman said puffing himself up. “I promise you that I shall find the responsible party and ensure that they are punished, even if it is Captain Ramirez himself. In the meantime, is there anything that I can do assist you, Miss...”
“Call me Atlacoya,” the dark-haired vixen purred as she traced her hand down the policeman's chest, and began playfully toying with his belt buckle. “And I would be eternally grateful if you could procure for me an invitation to this lovely ball. I do so adore balls.”
“Regrettably I cannot,” the policeman stammered. “All this departmental red tape, you see.”
“How sad,” she said, pouting once again as she casually bared one of her breasts with one hand, while with the other she deftly undid the policeman's belt and fly with a few quick movements. “Well, perhaps there is something else that you can do to keep me entertained.”
Scene 18
Officer Jimenez cursed his luck as he walked the perimeter of the ballroom at the Governor's Mansion, while all around him his fellow officers mingled with the most beautiful and celebrate people of Mexico City. He ducked into an inconspicuous vestibule where intended to have a cigarette, carefully swiping a cocktail from the silvered tray of a waiter who hurried past him. Jimenez smiled mischievously as he poured the drink into his mouth, only to spit it out immediately as a man's scream sounded from the window beside him.
As the party swirled on, the guests to distracted by the din of the ball to notice the scream, Officer Jimenez drew his gun and opened the door to the veranda. “Who is there?” he called out. “What's going on? Do you need help?”
There was only an unsettling silence, contrasted against the noisy merriment of the ball. But then, as if out of thin air, a woman appeared before Officer Jimenez. She was achingly beautiful, with jet black hair, ruby red lips and emerald green eyes, and wore a scandalously revealing black dress that showed nearly all of her creamy white skin, including a pair of legs and buttocks so sculpted as to be the envy of any dancer, and breasts that must have been at least an E cup by Officer Jimenez's estimation. “Senora,” Jimenez said. “What are you doing out there? Did you not hear that screaming? Why it sounded as if a man was having his very soul pulled from his body.”
She then collapsed against the Jimenez, smashing her ample bosom against his chest and showing a well-defined bicep as she lay her forearm against her forehead in exaggerated weariness. “It was all so horrible,” she said. “That poor policeman. I ran as fast as I could, but in my panic I dropped my invitation.”
“Fear not,” Officer Jimenez said, adopting his most heroic tone. “It would be my please to welcome you back into the ball. Can you walk?”
“I can feel my strength returning, now that I am in your powerful arms,” she said, twirling gracefully out of Jimenez's arms and into the vestibule. “How ever can I thank you for saving me?”
“Think nothing of it, madame,” he said, pulling himself up to his full height. “Now please wait here while I go investigate.
Doffing his cap, Officer Jimenez went through the door onto the veranda and disappeared into the darkness. Immediately, Atlacoya closed the door behind him and locked it, smirking as she turned to enter the ballroom.
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Another great chapter. Cannot wait for more.
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Scene 19
In the ballroom at the Governor's mansion, Professor Sedienta was thronged by a trio of handsome young policemen. Wearing a blue satin dress with a keyhole cut in the bodice that forced the globes of her creamy breasts daringly outward. Her dress was so tight that it was plain that she was not wearing underwear, and it was also plain from the way that her nipples poked out like marbles that she was greatly interested in her suitors. “All of a sudden I find this wonderful party a trifle dull,” she giggled. “But I could think of so many interesting things to do with 3 strapping young men such as yourselves. Would you fine gentlemen care to join me in a more private setting?”
“I have the key to the guest bedroom,” one said.
“I have the key to the master bedroom,” said another.
The young policemen began to squabble over the best place for their rendezvous when all of a sudden Professor Sedienta pushed them aside. “Some other time perhaps,” she said as she began to make her way toward a woman who had just entered the ballroom from a vestibule near the veranda.
Professor Sedienta licked her lips as she eyed the ravishing dark-haired beauty, who had the broad shoulders and toned limbs of an athlete, but with the bountiful curves of a showgirl, all clad in a black corset dress that left little to the imagination. She stood, hands on hips with an imperious confidence as she surveyed the guests with the intensity of a predator stalking its prey, her bejeweled fingers and golden headdress sparkling opulently in the light of the chandeliers..
“I beg your pardon, senora,” Professor Sedienta said as she drew near. “I hope you won't think me too forward if I say that you look absolutely ravishing in that dress. Is it a Gucci?”
“Perhaps,” the curvaceous woman in black said as she looked the alluring academic up and down, her emerald green eyes lingering on the professor's cleavage. “I have so many dresses that I lose track of them. And might I say that you yourself look good enough to eat.”
“I do so love to be eaten,“ the shapely educator said with a playful laugh, “But I forget myself. I'm Professor Enid Sedienta of the Instituto Politécnico Nacional, here as a guest of Captain Ramirez.”
“You may call me Atlacoya,” the black-haired woman said, turning her chin upward haughtily.
“Oh!” Professor Sedienta exclaimed. “I ran across that name just recently in an old Aztec legend. You see, Atlacoya was the name of a terrible demon that once ruled over the entire Valley of Mexico.”
“She was not a terrible demon!” Atlacoya said forcefully, her eyes burning with anger as she took Professor Sedienta by the arm roughly. “She was a goddess! A noble queen of immense power and transcendent beauty, and the rightful ruler of this valley and all who reside within it!”
Squealing with delight at the forcefulness of the action, Professor Sedienta melted against Atlacoya's body, her nipples hardened to the size of sewing thimbles beneath the blue satin of her dress. “Such a powerful passion for history!” the professor squealed gleefully. “You must be an academic as well. Tell me, do you teach in Mexico City?”
Atlacoya quickly regained her composure and released the buxom blonde. “No, in fact I have been away from Tenochtitlan for quite some time,” she said, gently fixing Professor Sedienta's hair. “I hope that you will forgive for been so rough with you. It has been ages since I have been on a social call, and I'm afraid that my manners deserted me.”
“Think nothing of it,” Professor Sedienta said, gently taking the hand with which Atlacoya stroked her golden locks. “Although I find it hard to believe that such a beautiful woman as you is bereft of social appointments.”
“I have been gone so long that all my old acquaintances have long since left town,” Atlacoya said, curling her hand in the professor's. “And it is not my custom to go where I am uninvited.”
“Oh how unfortunate! Well please know that you are welcome to visit me any time you desire,” Professor Sedienta said with unconvincing bashfulness. “I live in that big blue house by the clocktower, you can see it quite well from this window.”
Professor Sedienta took Atlacoya by the arm and led her to the window, motioning toward her house. “Hmm,” Atlacoya purred, “perhaps I will visit you tonight. Later, after the townspeople have retired for the night, their prying eyes arrested with sleep. We can grab a quick bite.”
“Oh that would be divine,” Professor Sedienta giggled as she stroked Atlacoya's chiseled arm, running her fingers along valleys where her deltoids cleaved into her bicep and tricep. “I hope you don't find me too bold, but I must say that you have quite a remarkable physique. Tell me, are you a wrestler or perhaps-”
But then Professor Sedienta stopped cold as she glanced into the mirror over Atlacoya's shoulder, hoping to spy a glimpse of the ravishing raven-haired woman's sculpted derriere, but instead saw only her own reflection, as if the other woman were not there at all.
“Professora, are you quite all right?” Atlacoya asked. “You look as if you have seen a ghost.”
“Oh no,” Professor Sedienta said, pulling away from the statuesque beauty, her heart racing with fear. “It's nothing. Only I... um... I have had too much to drink and I'm afraid that I must retire to the powder room for a moment.”
“You poor thing,” Atlacoya said. “Please let me escort you. You look as though you may faint dead away at any moment.”
“I would not dream of imposing on you in such a manner when there are so many servants and policemen about,” Professor Sedienta said hurriedly. “But please, stay right here and I will be back.”
Atlacoya squinted skeptically at the professor as she hurried away, her high heels clacking on the floor and her round buttocks wiggling beneath the tight satin dress. Then, with a smirk, she strolled slowly across the ballroom, drawing stares from men and women alike as she began to mingle.
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Getting fun!
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Scene 20
Gloriosa, Maria, Captain Ramirez, and Miguel had made their way to the billiard room on the third floor of the mansion, and their conversation had turned to wrestling. “Your match against the Gorilla brothers will surely be a great challenge, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said. “Have you ever faced two men at once before?”
“Only once,” Gloriosa said. “At a match in Barcelona, many years ago I fought a match against the despicable Victor Plancha. In the struggle, the referee became incapacitated, and Victor's brother Hector seized the opportunity to enter the ring and attack me from behind.”
“A wrestler taking advantage of a fallen referee to cheat?” Captain Ramirez exclaimed. “And in plain view of the crowd? Why, never in my life have I heard of such a shameful act. Disgraceful!”
“Indeed,” Gloriosa nodded. “And the fans were rightfully furious at such an unprecedented act of treachery. And lucky for me that they were, for just when things looked darkest, it was their cheering that lifted my spirits, and I was able get my second wind, grabbing one Plancha brother in each of my mighty arms and suplexing them both at once, just in time for a new referee to enter the ring and count the pinfall.”
To punctuate her story, Gloriosa raised her arms in a double biceps pose, her mountainous biceps swelling to nearly 80 centimeters of shredded muscular power, streaked with veins and peaking above her impressively domed shoulders, her hulking triceps showing incredible definition below. Around the room, people stopped to marvel at Gloriosa's incomparable physique,
“Amazing,” Miguel said as he gawked up at the great luchadora's bulging arms.
“Oh please, mother,” Maria pouted as she crossed her arms. “Must you always regale us with these old war stories.”
Quickly, Miguel turned his attention to Maria. “Hold on,” he said, grabbing the cue ball from a nearby billiard table. “I just learned a magic trick. Watch this Maria!”
Miguel made a few elaborate hand gestures, and then to the astonishment of the others, the cue ball disappeared. “Where did it go?” Captain Ramirez asked in amazement.
“It must be around here somewhere,” Miguel laughed. “Wait, I think I see it. Hold still Maria.”
Then, with a flourish, he reached beneath Maria's shining brown hair and behind her head, and when he withdrew his hand it grasped the cue ball. “Oh Miguel you are such a flirt,” Maria blushed.
“It still smells of your perfume,” Miguel said playfully, wagging the ball under his nose.
Captain Ramirez laughed and clapped, but Gloriosa was far from amused, with her eyes narrowed in anger. “I know a similar trick, my ribald young friend,” Gloriosa growled as she snatched two billiard balls in one hand, cradling them between her long slender fingers. “Observe carefully these two balls that I hold in my hand.”
Then, without the slightest show of effort, Gloriosa squeezed her hand into a fist, and the two ivory balls were instantly crushed into shards and pebbles by her incredible grip strength. Miguel gulped and stepped away from Maria, his skin turning pale and beading with sweat, having clearly understood the grievous implications of the buxom juggernaut's demonstration.
“I-I forget myself,” Miguel stammered. “How presumptuous of me, indeed. Please forgive my forwardness, ladies.”
“Oh mother, why must you be so overprotective,” Maria pouted. “I can take care of myself.”
Gloriosa opened her mouth to respond, but was thronged by admirers. “Gloriosa,” a man called. “Will you sign an autograph for my children?”
“Gloriosa, what tactics will you use to combat the Gorilla brothers?” another asked.
Gloriosa turned to her adoring fans, and Maria turned to Miguel. “I feel so cooped up in here with all of these stuffy old men and women,” she said. “Let's go to the balcony.”
“I'm not sure that your mother would approve,” Miguel said nervously, eyeing Gloriosa's sprawling muscle-studded back.
“Oh she'll be busy with her fans for hours,” Maria said. “She won't even notice that I've gone.”
Then Maria took Miguel by the hand and glided across the room, pulling the reluctant young policeman behind her as if he were a child.
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Scene 21
In the ballroom, Atlacoya sat on the arm of an ornate couch. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, so that the definition of her finely toned muscles was visible to the crowd of admirers that had gathered around her, her pelvis and buttocks only barely concealed by black silk strips, and her back arched so that her tremendous breasts thrust outward, nearly spilling completely from her corset. “Senora Atlacoya,” asked a stately man in a tuxedo, offering his hand, “will you do me the honor of joining me in a waltz.”
“No,” Atlacoya said coldly, turning up her nose. “I don't feel like dancing. Bring me a drink. Only the most expensive will do.”
“Of course, Senora, it would be my pleasure” the man said, bowing crisply before departing.
“Such splendid jewels,” said an older woman, admiring Atlacoya's collection of rings. “They must be worth millions!”
“They had better be,” Atlacoya scoffed. “Or else my servants will suffer greatly.”
“Miss Atlacoya,” a young woman said. “I must say that I'm quite jealous of your physique.”
“Are you talking about my muscles or my breasts?” Atlacoya sneered as she flexed her broad smooth pectorals, which contracted into thick well-defined plates, making her bountiful globes of tit flesh jiggle vigorously as she did. “No matter. Either way you are right to be jealous. There is no woman on earth as powerful or desirable as I, and you would do well to remember that.”
“Such brazen confidence,” a strapping young solider with a waxed mustache wearing a dress uniform commented. “She must be a wrestler.”
The other guests nodded, for what woman other than a luchadora could be so heroically built and scantily clad without even an ounce of modesty. But then, suddenly, a great commotion could be heard through the door nearby as Figura Gloriosa entered the great hall. Instantly a crowd began to form around the world-famous wrestling champion.
While dignitaries and celebrities fawned over Gloriosa's unprecedented athletic success and incomparable body, Atlacoya's eyes focused on her shimmering red mask, as visions of her defeat 700 years prior filled her mind with rage. “That mask!” she snarled. “I would recognize it anywhere! There is no doubt that this is the descendent of the foul woman who consigned me to 7 centuries in darkness!”
Rising to her feet, Atlacoya forced her way through the crowd, throwing the elegantly dressed guests aside as if they were rag dolls, until finally she stood face to face with Gloriosa. The mustachioed soldier stepped forward and turned to Gloriosa. “Please allow me to introduce Senora Atlacoya, a long-exiled aristocrat who-”
Swiftly and viciously Atlacoya slapped the soldier, the force of her strike knocking him to the ground as the crowd gasped. “I am a queen, you fool,” she hissed before turning her gaze upward to Gloriosa. “You there, what is your name?”
“Surely you jest,” Gloriosa laughed. “The entire world knows the name of Figura Gloriosa, the unbeatable wrestling champion. After all, I am the most powerful and desirable woman in the world.”
To punctuate her boast, Gloriosa cocked her hips like a pinup model to accentuate her hourglass figure, then raised her arms in a double biceps pose with her fingers splayed to show off the glimmering red nail polish that matched her mask. As she flexed, Gloriosa's lats spread wide like the hood of a cobra, and her strapless bustier was unable to contain the swell of her muscular back, slipping downward and allowing her titanic MM breasts to spill outward like basketball-sized globes of flesh. The fabric inched down further and further, until it was barely containing her bosom, hung up on her nipples which could be seen beneath the red satin of her dress poking out like lugnuts.
The crowd was now abuzz with excitement over Gloriosa's display. “My word!” exclaimed the Governor. “Such a bosom! Surely there is no other woman on earth who can compare.”
“Her muscles get bigger every time I see her,” said a woman in a beehive hairdo and a ruffled gown. “It's no wonder that her strength is celebrated as well as her beauty.”
Gloriosa smiled, glorying in the adulation of the crowd as flashbulbs popped all around her and men and women alike swooned at her magnificent body. All except for Atlacoya, that is, whose fists were clenched in anger and whose lips twisted in a jealous scowl. Just then, the stately man in the tuxedo returned with Atlacoya's drink, and elaborate concoction of exotic liqueurs in a crystal goblet which he offered absent-mindedly to her, with his eyes drawn to the hulking luchadora's nearly-bare torso. “I see that you have met Figura Gloriosa,” he said to the seething vampiress. “Isn't she amazing? A goddess in the flesh!”
With a shout, Atlacoya smacked the drink from his hands, and as the glass shattered on the ground, she grabbed him by the lapels of his tuxedo and tossed him aside like child, his body crashing onto a nearby couch. The crowd fell silent as the raven-haired woman stepped forward and pointed a bejeweled finger at Gloriosa. “You fancy yourself a goddess, do you?” she growled. “Well this squawking rabble might believe you, but I know better! To me you are nothing but a bug! Mark my words, Figura Gloriosa, we shall cross paths again, but next time it will not be in a ballroom but on the field of battle, and I will crush you like the bug you are!”
As Atlacoya stomped off in the direction of the exit, her round dimpled buttocks completely bared as the silk of her gown fluttered in the air, the guests murmured amongst themselves. “Such an audacious challenge,” the soldier with the mustache said, stroking his bruised face. “And such a powerful strike, as well. Now there can be no doubt that she is a wrestler.”
“Is it true, Gloriosa?” asked a fat man with a monocle. “Is Atlacoya a rival of yours?”
“I have never heard of her before in my life,” Gloriosa said. “And surely I would not forget a name such as that.”
“But with such a strong body, such a spectacular costume and such a fiery personality she must surely be a wrestler,” remarked an old woman with thick glasses. “Don't you think?”
Gloriosa stroked her chin, deep in thought. “You may be right,” she said. “But how could such an impressively built luchadora have heretofore evaded my notice?”
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Scene 22
On the small balcony outside the billiard room, Maria leaned forward to smell the dahlias that lined the railing. Miguel stood a respectful distance away, looking out over the twinkling lights of Mexico City. “It is a beautiful evening,” Miguel said.
“I did not invite you outside to talk about the weather, Miguel,” Maria said with a smile.
“Oh, um, what would you like to talk about?” Miguel asked nervously, watching the door as if Gloriosa might burst through any minute and make good on the threat that she enacted with the billiard balls only moments ago.
“Tell me about yourself,” Maria said, stepping closer. “Being a policeman must be an exciting and dangerous job.”
“Oh it is,” Miguel said, backing up just a little. “Why just the other day I had to rush to a robbery at a luxury boutique, which was under attack by 6 gruesome robbers, more monsters than men.”
Once again Maria stepped closer to the handsome young policeman. “Oh how exciting and dangerous,” she said. “Tell me more.”
“Well there isn't much more to tell,” he said, shrugging with humility. “By the time I arrived Figura Gloriosa and Chica Vigorosa were dispatching the robbers with their wrestling skills.”
“Oh,” Maria said, taking Miguel by the hands and guiding him to sit down on a bench beside her. “Surely it was exciting to see those two crimefighting luchadoras in action.”
“Indeed it was,” Miguel agreed, perking up. “I was less than a meter from Chica Vigorosa. She was quite a sight to behold, so powerful and confident in her luchadora costume. You know, she appears to be quite young for a luchadora. Why, I'd be shocked if she were much older than you.”
“Really?” Maria asked. “Are you certain?”
“I saw her up close,” Miguel nodded. “And her face was as fresh and delicate as that of any schoolgirl. I tried not to stare, but I must confess that I was quite smitten by her.”
“You were?” Maria asked with a nervous smile.
“Very much so,” Miguel laughed. “And with such an incredible figure, who could blame me? Whichever school she attends, I'm sure every boy in her class is madly in love with her.”
Maria blushed, and turned demurely away from Miguel, but quickly regained her composure. “You know, Miguel,” she said. “Some of the boys at school say that Chica Vigorosa is far too muscular, and they find her unattractive.”
“I certainly disagree,” Miguel said. “I find strong and athletic women to by very attractive, indeed. The way that her muscles accentuated her curvaceous body was intoxicating. Why, I should be so lucky to have such a physical specimen for a girlfriend.”
“Intoxicating you say?” Maria giggled. “I wonder Miguel, if you had such a girlfriend, wouldn't you find it difficult to spend time with her? She would be forever occupied with training and wrestling.”
“Not at all,” Miguel said. “I would be happy to assist her in the gymnasium and cheer for her at matches. And afterward it would be my greatest pleasure to bathe and massage her magnificent body, anointing it in oils and lotions to ensure that it remained as healthy and beautiful as ever.”
“Oh that would be divine” Maria sighed dreamily, but quickly collected herself. “I mean... that is what I assume that she would think. But tell me Miguel, would you not be afraid to have a girlfriend so strong and powerful? Aren't you afraid that she might hurt you accidentally, in a lovers' quarrel perhaps?”
“I tell you Maria,” Miguel said. “If I had such a girl as my own, I would give her no reason to quarrel. I would wait on her hand and foot, and shower her with romantic gestures every day for the rest of my life. Not a moment would pass where I would not profess my love and gratitude to her.”
“Oh Miguel,” Maria gushed, blushing deeply. “Miguel, I have something that I must tell you!”
“Oh?” Miguel asked. “What is that?”
Maria rose to her feet, tittering with nervous energy. “Miguel,” she said. “I am-”
Just then klaxons sounded all over the property, and panicked screaming could be heard inside. “The fire alarm!” Miguel exclaimed. “Come with me, Maria, the staircase is just inside the door. I'll make sure you get outside to safety.”
Taking Maria by the hand, the handsome young policeman burst through the door and into the mansion.
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In the billiard room, Miguel made a beeline for the stairs with Maria in tow, but stopped when he saw a comrade trying to maintain order. “Hey, where is the fire?” he asked. “Is it safe to use the staircase or will we have to climb down from the balcony?”
“There is no fire,” the other policeman said. “It was Professor Sedienta. She was hysterically shaking Bishop Morales, claiming that there was a demon in the mansion and that we were all in danger. Captain Ramirez tried to calm her, but she would not listen to reason, and instead triggered the fire alarm.”
“That is quite unusual, even for her,” Maria mused. “Where is she now?”
“She ran downstairs,” the policeman said.
Miguel and Maria nodded to each other and ran for the staircase
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By the time Miguel and Maria made it downstairs, the shrieking of the alarm ceased, and the guests were calm again. “A false alarm,” Miguel said, shaking his head. “All this panic for nothing.”
“Well not for nothing,” Maria said, squeezing Miguel's hand. “I quite enjoyed seeing you in action. You were quite heroic and gallant, you know.”
Miguel blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “It's all part of the job, I suppose he said. “Hey look, there is Professor Sedienta now, with your mother and Captain Ramirez.”
On a couch in the ballroom, Gloriosa sat, cradling Professor Sedienta in her arms to calm her, as Captain Ramirez and Bishop Morales looked on in concern. “I tell you, she was a vampiress,” the beautiful professor pleaded as she pulled herself closer to Gloriosa and rested her head in the great wrestler's cavernous cleavage. “She cast no reflection in the mirror.”
“I saw this woman as well,” Captain Ramirez said. “She was quite well put together if I say so myself. I find it hard to believe that she was able to present such a striking appearance without the aid of a mirror.”
“It is well know that vampires can see their own reflections,” Professor Sedienta said. “For they possess demonic powers that allow them to see without light.”
“Vampires! Demonic powers!,” Bishop Morales scoffed. “In the 20th century? Such superstitious nonsense should be well beneath a woman of your station, Professora.”
“Don't you think I know that!” Professor Sedienta snapped. “But I tell you it's true!”
“Perhaps we should not be so dismissive,” Maria said as she and Miguel approached. “I've never seen her in such a state. There must be a reason for her distress.”
Instantly Gloriosa saw Maria's hand intertwined with Miguel's, and rose immediately to her feet, and Professor Sedienta yelped as she fell to the floor. “Hold my daughter's hand will you?” Gloriosa bellowed as she stomped forward, her colossal breasts wobbling heavily in her revealing dress. “You have some nerve to engage in such an immodest display in such austere company!”
Miguel instantly pulled his hand away from Maria and stepped aside, his eyes wide with terror as the hulking woman loomed over him. Quickly Maria stepped between them. “We thought there was a fire and Miguel was leading me to safety,” she snapped. “Or would you rather that I burn to death for the sake of my chastity?”
“Ladies please,” Captain Ramirez said, helping Professor Sedienta to her feet. “There has already been too much strife for one night. Maria, you know that your adoptive mother thinks only of your wellbeing. And Gloriosa, surely you should save your energy for your match with the Gorilla Brothers tomorrow.”
“Indeed Gloriosa,” Professor Sedienta agreed as she straightened her glasses. “You must surely save your strength, for I suspect that the woman Atlacoya who visited us tonight is none other than the demon Atlacoya that was described in the ancient scroll that we studied last night. And if I'm correct, the fate of the world may once again rest on your mighty shoulders.”
“If it comes to that, I will be ready,” Gloriosa said, nodding.
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Saturday evening arrived quickly, and the sun was setting as Figura Gloriosa and her adopted daughter Maria arrived at Arena Mexico, Gloriosa in a shining red robe beneath which she wore her costume, and Maria in a plain beige dress and matching handbag. They entered the performers' doorway, and were not surprised to see Captain Ramirez directing a squad of policemen. “Expecting trouble tonight, Capitan?” Gloriosa asked as the policemen fanned out to take their positions.
“After the chaos of this past week, I would rather be safe than sorry,” the old detective said, wiping his brow. “Four daylight jewel robberies, five murders, an attack at the Instituto Politécnico Nacional and now a panic at the Policeman's Ball... The Chief is up in arms to say the least.”
“That reminds me,” Maria asked. “How is Professor Sedienta?”
“She spent last night and most of today at the hospital under sedation for hysteria,” Captain Ramirez said, shaking his head. “But she seems to have recovered. I have two men watching her house as she recuperates, as much for my sense of wellbeing as hers.”
“That is wise,” Gloriosa agreed. “And it sets my mind at east to know that she is safe.”
“I'm glad to hear that, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said. “For you will face quite a challenge tonight. The Gorilla Brothers arrived just moments ago, and I must say that they are quite formidable men, nearly as large as you in fact.”
“Nearly as large perhaps, but not nearly as strong,” Gloriosa boasted. “I am more than a match for either of them, but you are correct that facing them at the same time will be a considerable task. However I have consulted with the finest wrestling minds on earth to devise an appropriate strategy, and I have trained tirelessly to ensure that I am able to implement it.”
“Well then, I won't interfere with your preparation further,” Captain Ramirez said. “Maria, would do me the honor of allowing me to walk you to our seats?”
“But of course,” the young woman said, taking his arm as they walked toward the promenade.
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Several kilometers to the west of Arena Mexico, Atlacoya seethed with anger, her naked body tense with sculpted muscles as she stomped angrily around in her cavernous lair, whose elaborate stone carvings and golden ornamentation were now spotlessly clean and festooned with fine fabrics, thanks to the tireless efforts of her zombified servants. Dozens of bulky tomb guardians watched her in attentive silence as she raved at her chief handmaiden. “I tell you, she was as big as a bear and as lean a jaguar. And her tetas were bigger than my head!” the beautiful vampiress growled. “How could a mortal woman possess such a superlative body? Answer me!”
The mummified woman only stared back in dull silence, her desiccated lips unmoving. With a shout, Atlacoya struck her and sent her head flying across the room as the other undead servants stood still, unmoved by the violent spectacle. As the headless handmaiden shuffled across the stone floors to retrieve her skull, Atlacoya examined herself in a large, elaborately framed mirror, running her hands along her toned stomach and hefting her E cup breasts. “Mark my words, faithful servants. Very soon I shall humble this arrogant wrestler and destroy her, finally gaining my revenge on the one who exiled me all those years ago.”
With a flourish Atlacoya spun around to a pair of handmaidens that waited by her wardrobe. “Bring me my sexiest shoes, a dozen of my finest jewels and a cloak that will allow me to mingle unnoticed with the pathetic wretches of Tenochtitlan,” she barked. Nightfall is near, and I must hunt. But first I shall avail myself of a little entertainment. A wrestling match, perhaps?”
As the sun set behind the mountains west of Mexico City, Atlacoya's laughter could be heard echoing from the mouth of the cave that concealed her temple, a chilling enough sound to make all the nearby birds take flight into the darkening sky.
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The arena was nearly full by the time that Captain Ramirez and Maria arrived at their seats, which were on the first level in a cordoned-off section reserved for celebrities, government officials, and the families of wrestlers. Maria sat on the end nearest the aisle, with an empty seat between her and the veteran policeman. They had just gotten settled in when, much to Maria's surprise, Miguel hurried up the steps, still dressed in his policeman's uniform. “I just finished at at the station, Capitan,” he announced. “And it looks like I have arrived in the nick of time.”
“Miguel,” Maria said with a start. “What are you doing here?”
“I should have told you Maria,” Captain Ramirez said. “With Professor Sedienta unable to make it, I raffled off her seat to the officers in my precinct. Miguel here was the lucky winner.”
“It was a stroke of luck to be sure,” Miguel said. “And how much more lucky to find myself seated next to such a gorgeous young woman.”
“Oh Miguel, you do go on,” Maria said, blushing.
Then the lights dimmed and the crowd began to settle as the announcer entered the ring to introduce the preliminary matches, and Captain Ramirez sighed contentedly, slumping down in his seat, finally able to relax for the first time in weeks. But unknown to the captain, on the other side of the arena, a beautiful dark-haired woman wearing a gold headdress and draped covered in a black cloak had just taken her seat on the front row along with two bulky companions in tench coats and hats, and was eagerly awaiting the main event.
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So great to see more of this ...
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After a three exciting preliminary matches, the crowd in Arena Mexico were whipped into a frenzy, and as the announcer stepped into the ring. Firs the announcer introduced the referee Julio Mendoza, a man with over 40 years of experience as a referee, who could thusly be trusted to officiate such a perilous match. Next the Gorilla Brothers were introduced to a chorus of boos. They were two big burly identical twins as hairy as their namesakes, Carlos clad in a black singlet and Cristobal in a white one.
Then the announcer cleared his throat. “And now ladies and gentlemen,” he called, “please welcome to the ring, fighting out of Mexico City with a record of 133 wins and zero losses, the World's Champion Figura Gloriosa!”
The crowd rose to their feet and cheered as Gloriosa emerged from the tunnel at the base of the arena, wearing her world-famous red costume consisting of boots, a low-slung bikini bottom and a bandeau bikini top, accentuated by the shining gold band of the World Wrestling Championship title belt. She strode confidently toward the ring with a look of steely resolve on her masked face as fans crowded the barricades to get near her, and flowers rained down upon her. In the ring, the Gorilla Brothers exchanged a worried glance as they watched the amazonian luchadora stalk toward them her massive muscles fully pumped, thoroughly shredded and glistening with sweat beneath the lights.
Gloriosa's aura of power and confidence filled the arena as she climbed the stairs to the ring, stepped effortlessly over the ropes and raised her hands for the adoring fans as two ring girls removed the World Wrestling Championship title belt and spirited it out of the ring for safekeeping, gazing reverently up at the incomparable luchadora as they did. And with a ring of the bell the contest was underway.
The Gorilla Brothers moved to opposite sides of the ring, Carlos to the left and Cristobal to the right, clearly intending to flank Gloriosa, who rolled her massive shoulders and carefully stepped forward, her knees bending just a little and her back arching just slightly as she readied her awe-inspiring body for action. Suddenly the Gorilla Brothers rushed forward, attempting to trap her in a double bear-hug between their beefy hairy bodies. But Gloriosa was ready and somersaulted out of the way with nimbleness that was all the more impressive for her massively muscled frame. Gloriosa's roll took her not only forward, but also to the side, and when she sprang to her feet she was behind Carlos, with Cristobal safely on the other side of the ring. Before Carlos Gorilla could react, Gloriosa grabbed him around the waist and threw him backward in a German suplex that was so forceful that the entire ring shook visibly from the impact.
As the crowd cheered the powerful takedown, Cristobal Gorilla rushed forward readying his arms for a clothesline. It looked for sure that the burly man had gotten the drop of Gloriosa, but at the last second she ducked low, placed her hands around his waist and rose up, flinging him over her head in a backdrop with such power that he seemed to fly at least 3 meters into the air. The crowd roared as Gloriosa stood still for just a moment and held the pose, her arms raised overhead, her legs pressed together and her back arched like a gymnast who had stuck her landing.
Then as Carlos struggled to his feet, she pounced on him like a jaguar, trapping him in a headlock between her bulging softball-sized bicep and her chiseled rock-hard ribs, his head barely visible beneath her gigantic breast. Carlos struggled to free himself, trying to push Gloriosa away or pry her arms loose, but the mighty luchadora only gritted her teeth and bared down harder, her upper body contracting into an array of bulging striated muscles of such incredible size and definition that the crowd could not help but cheer at the perfection of her tanned and sculpted physique. Carlos' knees were wobbling as Cristobal rose to his feet again, and immediately charged at Gloriosa, but as soon as he took a single step, she sprang into action, running to meet him with the helpless Carlos in tow.
In a display of spectacular athletic prowess that wrestling scholars would recall with amazement for years to come, Gloriosa leapt into the air struck Cristobal in the chest with a devastating drop kick while simultaneously stretching Carlos out in order to drive him face-first into the mat with a facebuster. The crowd roared with joy as Gloriosa rose to her feet and flexed her muscles for her adoring fans, raising her fists overhead in a myth pose, her lats swelling so big and round as to resemble a shield of sculpted muscular flesh, her eight abdominal muscles as perfectly cut as bricks and her thighs wrapped with cables of muscle so swollen with mass that the cuts between them looked like valleys in a mountain range.
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“Truly amazing!” Captain Ramirez said, clapping furiously. “I feel foolish for ever having doubted such a superhuman woman.”
Maria crossed her arms over her ample bosom and frowned, her jealousy written clearly on her face. “Hmph,” she pouted. “The way she parades around as if she's the only woman on the planet with big breasts and big muscles. It might do her well if she were the one being humbled for a change.”
“I wouldn't expect to see that happen anytime soon,” Miguel said. “Why even if there were four Gorilla brothers I do not believe that they could overcome her!”
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On the front row of seats, as all around her men and women cheered, Atlacoya bristled. “The arrogance of this wrestler knows no bounds,” she growled as she turned to her companions. “Nor does the clumsy incompetence of her opponents. I think that perhaps it is time to even the odds.”
Atlacoya's green eyes flashed with unholy light as she traced sigils in the air with her fingers, and beneath their trenchcoats and hats her two temple guardians began to transmogrify, slowly becoming more human in appearance until they were the spitting image of the Gorilla Brothers, right down to their black and white singlets. “Go now, my slaves!” she ordered. “Destroy that presumptuous woman in full view of her sycophantic followers. Do not stop until she is dead!”
Silently, the temple guardians left their seats and forced their way past the barricades, shedding their coats and hats as they rushed toward the ring.
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In the ring, the Gorilla Brothers, bruised and winded pulled themselves to their feet, huddling close and conferring with their facial expressions a mixture of disbelief and frustration as the buxom juggernaut Figura Gloriosa began to circle the ring, sizing up her next opportunity.
Then to the amazement of the wrestlers and spectators alike, a second pair of Gorilla Brothers climbed into the ring, mirror images of the originals, and made a beeline toward Gloriosa. “What trickery is this?” Gloriosa asked aloud. “I must face four Gorilla Brothers now?”
Quickly the venerable referee Julio Mendoza stepped in front of the second pair Gorilla Brothers, demanding an explanation. However the new entrants remained silent, and as the referee continued to interrogate the black-clad of the pair, the one in white slipped behind the old man and struck him with a chop to the neck, sending him down to the canvas immediately.
The crowd gasped in disbelief, and even Gloriosa herself seemed shocked by such a base act of disrespect for the tenets of wrestling. But the great luchadora collected herself quickly, rushing forward and, placing a hand on the chest of each intruder, shoved them roughly backward with so much force that they stumbled on the mat and fell over. Immediately she dropped to one knee and placed a hand gently on the aged referee's arm. “Senor Mendoza?” she asked. “Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
She did not have long to wait for a response, however, as the doppelganger Gorilla Brothers were on their feet and moving toward her again, and she looked up just in time to receive a swift kick in the face. Gloriosa fell backward, stunned as much by the illegal and unsportsmanlike nature of the attack as by the kick itself, and the crowd booed and roared with anger. Undeterred, both of the imposter Gorilla Brothers began kicking and stomping at the fallen champion, who did her best to cover herself and block their kicks as she worked her way toward the ropes and back onto her feet. Gloriosa winced in pain as the two silent attackers rained punches and kicks at her, but her rock-hard muscularity allowed her to withstand their blows, and with a mighty forearm strike to the chest she knocked one to the canvas, and then the next.
The crowd cheered with joy at Gloriosa's comeback as she looked down at the fallen interlopers, who had already begun to stir and rise to their feet once more. On the other side of the ring, Carlos and Cristobal Gorilla shrugged in confusion, but then nodded at one another and, deciding to press the unscrupulous advantage that they had been given, charged at Gloriosa and caught her off guard. Before Gloriosa could react, Carlos grabbed her left arm and Cristobal her right, each of them struggling to restrain only one of her musclebound arms as their sinister doubles rose from the mat.
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In the stands, the crowd was outraged, none more so than Miguel. “Captain, you have to do something,” he pleaded to his superior. “Have the men clear the ring! Those Gorilla Brothers have violated every rule of wrestling, and it's clear that they intend to kill Gloriosa!”
“I wish I could, Miguel,” the Captain said angrily, as the four men rained vicious and illegal strikes down on the hopelessly outnumbered luchadora, “but only a representative of the International Wrestling Commission can stop a match once it has begun. I have no jurisdiction between the ropes.”
Maria watched nervously, wringing her hands, but soon she could stand no more and sprang to her feet. “I have to go,” she said and bolted for the stairs.
“Maria, be careful,” Miguel said, grabbing her hand. “The people are on the brink of rioting, it's not safe for a helpless young woman like yourself.”
Without a word, Maria defiantly yanked her hand free and ran like a gazelle down the stairs and disappeared into the tunnel leading to the concourse. “Poor girl,” Captain Ramirez said. “No doubt she cannot bear to watch such brutality. I can barely stomach it myself.”
“I'll look after her, Capitan,” Miguel said, running for the stairs, but by the time he reached the concourse, Maria had vanished completely from sight.
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The crowd churned with a mixture of anger and outrage as, in the ring, the four burly men in singlets continued their violent assault on Gloriosa, when suddenly a flash of gold streaked down the aisle toward the ring. “Look there,” called a woman in an evening gown. “It's the young luchadora from the newspaper!”
“Chica Vigorosa?” asked her tuxedo-clad husband. “Yes, it must be!”
And indeed it was. The fresh-faced luchadora's muscles pumped like well-tuned pistons as she sprinted toward the ring, her nearly-bare J cup breasts bouncing freely beneath their golden pasties and her brown pigtails trailing behind her. The crowd gasped as Chica Vigorosa dove toward the metal stairs that led to the wrestling ring, then with an incredible display of gymnastic prowess, planted her hands on the middle step and launched herself upwards into the air, landing on the ringpost with her deeply dimpled, muscular buttocks fully visible in her golden thong as they pressed tightly together to anchor her balance.
In a flash she leapt from the ring post, flying across the entirety of the ring, wrapping her musclebound leg around the neck of one Gorilla Brother impersonator in a flying leg lariat and flinging him against the other as her chiseled mid-section torqued, rippling with muscular tension from the deeply-gouged apollo's belt on her pelvis to the steely plates of her abs to the shredded ribbons of her serratus muscles. The crowd cheered with amazement and relief as the two men fell to the mat, and Chica Vigorosa kipped effortlessly to her feet and hit an archer pose from one side, and then the other, showing off biceps that looked to be no less than 40 centimeters around.
Carlos and Cristobal balked at the sight of the scantily-clad, gold-masked muscle girl who stood before them, and that second of distraction was all that Gloriosa needed. Sensing that their attack had slackened, the hulking amazon broke free of their grasp and reached back, wrapping one arm around each man's head as to trap their necks between her bulging biceps and rocky forearms, and and flipped them forward onto the mat where they landed atop their doubles.
“Once again you have appeared to even the odds, my young friend,” Gloriosa said, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. And just in time as well, for I fear that this is no ordinary match in which we find ourselves.”
Chica Vigorosa nodded as she swirled her arms like a martial artist, and raised her fists in a fighting stance. “Very well,” she said. “Then we'll fight our way out.”
“No, we must not,” Gloriosa said, placing a hand on Chica Vigorosa's muscle-capped shoulder. “For you see, professional wrestling is the most pure and noble of all athletic endeavors, and no true luchadora would debase its rules, even in the most dire of circumstances. I tell you that even death would be preferable.”
“Yes, I see,” the young brunette said as the four brutish men pulled themselves to their feet. “Well then, let's wrestle as if our lives depend upon it.”
“That's the spirit,” Gloriosa said. “You take the pair in white and I shall take the pair in black.”
And so, as the four burly men rose to their feet, Figura Gloriosa moved to the left, drawing the men in black toward her, and Chica Vigorosa moved right, drawing the men in white. The crowd were on their feet now, eager for the match to begin anew, and at ringside the commentators had to scream into their microphones to be heard over the din.
Cristobal Gorilla moved cautiously as he sized up Chica Vigorosa, wary of the athletic prowess that she had already shown, but his doppelganger had no such compunctions and rushed at the young woman with his hands outstretched as if to strangle her. But Chica Vigorosa was too quick for him, dropping to the mat and catching his legs in a drop toe-hold that sent him tumbling forward into the ropes where he became hopelessly entangled.
Immediately, Cristobal pounced while the busty young luchadora was still on the mat, stomping at her with his big clunky boot, but time and time again she tumbled out of his way with the skill of an olympic gymnast. Cristobal's flailing attacks quickly tired out his large flabby body, but the Chica Vigorosa's muscle-hewn physique showed no signs of fatigue, and in a display of wrestling prowess far beyond her years, she rolled into a handstand and clamped her calves around his neck. Then, with every muscle in her fantastically developed body rippling with tension, she twisted and curled her body and threw the big headfirst into the nearest turnbuckle with a powerful headscissors takedown, landing perfectly on her feet just in time to see the sinister double begin to disentangle himself from the ropes. The crowd hooted wildly, overjoyed to see the heroic young woman overcome her unscrupulous opponents with such power and agility.
Across the ring, Figura Gloriosa cracked her neck and rolled her mighty shoulders as the crowd began to cheer her name. Invigorated by the roar of the crowd, Gloriosa's breath deepened and slowed, and her hulking muscles began to swell with power as she clenched her fists and tensed her powerful legs. “You have made a grave mistake, rudos,” she said to her opponents as she pulled herself up to her full towering height and thrust out her legendary chest. “For you have made me angry. I will try to restrain my strength, but I may kill you anyway, and for that I apologize in advance.”
The two men charged at her at once, swinging their bulky arms downward at her, but Gloriosa effortlessly swatted their fists away as if they were flies. Undeterred, the two men lashed out with mirror-image front kicks to Gloriosa's midsection, but their boots bounced helplessly off of the stony blocks of her shredded abdominal muscles. Immediately they swung their arms again, chopping at Gloriosa's chest, but her fully contracted pectoral muscles were as thick as bricks and as hard as steel, and their blows had no effect but to elicit a slight wobble from her enormous breasts.
Again they swung their arms, but this time Gloriosa snatched their arms from the air and spun around, flinging them forward with such velocity that they had no choice but to run into the ropes and bounce back toward the center of the ring, where they found Gloriosa waiting for them. With awe-inspiring ease she grabbed both men by the neck, one in each hand, and raised them into the air until her arms were fully extended, then slammed them to the mat with thunderous force that echoed throughout the arena. Gloriosa glared down at her hirsute opponents as she cracked her knuckles, and noted with surprise that even though Carlos Gorilla writhed on the mat in pain, his doppelganger was already rising to his feet again.
On the other side of the ring, Chica Vigorosa studied the man she had trapped in the ropes. “It is a poor wrestler that cannot even maneuver the ropes,” she quipped. “Here, let me assist you.”
And with that Chica Vigorosa dove over ropes as if fleeing the ring, but at the last minute grabbed the top rope and swung her entire body around, launching both of her legs in between the top and middle ropes, striking her opponent squarely in the center of the chest with enough force to knock him free. Her followthrough carried her through the ropes and back into the ring, where she landed with catlike grace as the imposter Gorilla Brother stumbled backward, fragments of green crystal falling from his bare chest, as if by magic.
And then, to the amazement of the crowd, the began to change before their eyes, transforming from a perfect double of Cristobal Gorilla into a mummified corpse clad in Aztec garb and finally into a pile of ashes atop of which rested a shattered amulet. “Gloriosa!” the young woman called. “It is the Aztec zombies once again! Do you hear me? The second pair of Gorilla Brothers are the same sort of fiends that we faced at the boutique!”
Gloriosa's eyes narrowed as she nodded in acknowledgement. “I suppose I should not be surprised by this turn of events,” she said to the imitation Gorilla Brother that advanced on her once again. “Very well. Let's end this charade here and now.”
The burly man charged at Gloriosa, but she rushed forward to meet him with a burst of explosive speed from her powerful legs, and grabbed him by the legs and by the neck, hoisting him up into the air as if he were weightless, and slamming him down upon her knee in a gutbuster that shattered the invisible amulet around his neck, quickly dissolving him into ash.
The two buxom musclebound luchadoras met once again in the middle of the ring and shook hands as Carlos Gorilla wheezed and crawled toward the ropes, and only a meter away Cristobal Gorilla struggled to pull himself to his feet with the aid of the turnbuckle. “You are bleeding,” Gloriosa said to Chica Vigorosa. “Are you injured?”
The young woman reached up and felt a trickle of blood running from a small split in her mask on the side of her face beside her left eye, a souvenir of the chaos in the ring. “It is only a scratch,” she said. “But I think I should tend to it soon. There is no telling what germs these villains carry.”
“Yes, that is wise,” Gloriosa said. “I only hope that next time we meet it under more congenial circumstances. Now if you will excuse me, I have a little more work left to attend to.”
With a smile, Chica Vigorosa bowed, and sprang from the ring like a jaguar, sprinting back down the tunnel from which she emerged to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.
As referee Julio Mendoza stirred on the mat, Gloriosa approached the Gorilla Brothers, who were dazed and exhausted from the beating administered by the two buxom scantily clad amazons. Grabbing them by the elbows as if they were children, Gloriosa shoved them into the corner with their backs to the turnbuckles. “So a two-on-one fight was not enough of an advantage for you, eh?” she growled as she loomed over them. “You have aligned yourselves with the forces of darkness as well?”
“I swear we did not!” Carlos cried. “Have mercy on us Gloriosa!”
“Please Gloriosa!” Cristobal pleaded. “We knew nothing of those men!”
“Cowards!” Gloriosa spat. “Perhaps my Tetas De Furia will show you the error of your ways.”
The Gorilla Brothers wept in fear and fought to hide behind one another as Gloriosa placed her hands behind her head and began to flex and relax her massive pectoral muscles in a complex rhythm, making her titanic MM cup bosom bounce more and more vigorously with every twitch. The crowd roared with excitement as Gloriosa began gyrating her hips and her gigantic breasts leapt forward and struck the Gorilla Brothers with enough force to make their knees wobble. Again and again Gloriosa slammed her colossal breasts into the Gorilla brothers, knocking them up and down and side to side with such force that the entire ring shook beneath her feet.
In fact, it was the shaking of the ring that finally awakened referee Julio Mendoza from his unconscious stupor just as Gloriosa ceased her bosomy onslaught. The Gorilla brothers, now bruised and broken from being struck dozens of times by the legendarily powerful breasts of Figura Gloriosa, collapsed to the ring, Carlos laying flat on his back and Cristobal on top of him. With a smirk of satisfaction, Gloriosa placed a single foot atop her fallen opponents, and once again flexed her mountainous biceps in triumph as the crowd whistled with joy and tossed their hats in the air. Quickly the aged referee's instincts kicked in, and he dropped to the mat and counted to the 3, making Gloriosa's hard-fought victory official as the peals of the ringside bell echoed throughout the arena.
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Love the Tetas De Furia. I am sure they struck the brothers with 3x the force of any other man's fists.
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Excellent work as always
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Thanks! This one is lots of fun to write, but it's probably a little difficult to read because it's so wordy.
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Scene 34
Throughout Arena Mexico, the crowd cheered the victorious luchadora Figura Gloriosa as she paraded around the ring, flaunting her ridiculously overdeveloped body over her fallen foes. Men yelled, women wept with joy and strangers hugged, all of them relieved that the treacherous actions of the Gorilla Brothers had been for naught.
All of them except for Atlacoya, who sulked and glowered as she pushed her way through the crowd and out into the concourse of the arena, stopping for just a second to glare in Gloriosa's direction. “I can see now that if I want something done correctly, I must do it myself,” she growled as she turned to leave, disappearing in a cloud of mist as she turned the corner.
Scene 35
On the other side of Mexico City, away from the hustle and bustle of Arena Mexico, Professor Sedienta's house sat in peaceful silence amongst the buildings of the Instituto Politécnico Nacional. But in her upstairs bedroom, the ravishing professor tossed uneasily.
Bathed in the light of the full moon that shown through the glass door that led to her private balcony, she lay in a lavish bed of white satin sheets and feathered pillows, wearing a flimsy nighty of white lace that lay open, revealing her lithe naked body which was beaded with sweat, as she squirmed as if wracked with nightmares. Finally, her body relaxed, her breathing steadied, and she began to drift into a restful sleep. But she was still for only a few seconds when a breeze ruffled her blonde locks and lacy neglige, and she awoke at once. “Such s chill,” she said. “I could have sworn that I closed the balcony door.”
Wearily, Professor Sedienta tied her nighty and sat up in bed and turned to the window. But her weariness was washed away in a tidal wave of fear as she saw, standing in the open doorway, the vampire queen Atlacoya, who stood with her hips cocked and her arms raised overhead and resting against the doorframe, wearing only a golden headdress, jewels, shining black stiletto heels and a black silk cloak that hung open to expose the creamy flesh of her finely toned musculature and her impressively perky E cup breasts.
Professor Sedienta gasped in horror as she hunched against the padded headboard of her ornately appointed bed, and pulled her sheets up to her neck as if to hide. Atlacoya laughed, and her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the dark as she licked her ruby red lips, and stepped forward, letting her cloak fall onto the floor as she slinked her way toward Professor Sedienta's bed. “What ever is the matter, my dear Professora,” she chuckled. “I thought you said that I could visit you whenever I pleased. Are you not happy to see me?”
“Go away monster!” Professor Sedienta cried. “Begone from my bedchamber!”
Atlacoya frowned playfully as she began to twist her nipples. “But only earlier you seemed so eager for a rendezvous, when you invited me to visit. Do you no longer find me attractive?”
“No!” the busty professor said, clamping her eyelids closed. “I will not be seduced by a demon, no matter how splendidly full her bosom, kissably pouty her lips, or perfectly sculpted her physique!”
Atlacoya's nipples were as big and as hard as marbles as she stood by the side of the Professor Sedienta's bed, and placed one foot on the mattress, opening her hips to display her hairless vulva. “But Professora, you said nothing of my exquisite papaya,” the bewitching vampiress purred as she stroked her labia, spreading them open ever so slightly. “For centuries men fought and died for the honor of feeling its luxurious caress. Does it not entice you?”
Professor Sedienta's will wavered, and she opened her eyes, first just crack but then wide with amazement as she gawked at the perfect pink ruffles of Atlacoya's lady flower. The raven-haired beauty stoked herself again, beaming with pride as she observed the alluring professor shudder with desire and emit a gentle moan. “No, I swear I do not,” Professor Sedienta said, but her blushing cheeks and quivering lips betrayed her surging lustfulness.
“Oh really?” Atlacoya laughed, flinging the covers from the bed and exposing the professor's nearly-naked flesh to the night air. “But look here, your own exquisite papaya is gleaming with moisture, as if it yearns for my touch.”
Professor Sedienta closed her eyes again, and clenched her fists, but already her hips were grinding with desire. “No, you are mistaken,” she gulped. “I'm not the least bit horny, I promise you.”
Atlacoya licked her lips again as she crawled up onto the bed, mere centimeters away from the shapely educator. “I beg to differ, Professora,” she said, “It is plain to see that your nipples are as hard as diamonds. And I do so adore diamonds.”
Then, with a mirthless chuckle, Atlacoya began to work her tongue around the areola of the beautiful blonde's left breast, sucking and kissing with skillful grace as she worked the tumescent nipple into her mouth. Professor Sedienta gasped and bucked her hips, her body coursing with desire and helpless at the vampire queen's masterful ministrations as the black-haired temptress moved to the right breast. “Oh my word,” Professor Sedienta panted. “My tetas have never known such rapture.”
“Of course not,” Atlacoya scoffed as she raised her head from the professor's bosom and began to trace her black-tipped fingers down the blonde woman's soft peachy curves. “I have spent millennia mastering the sensual arts. I can show you pleasures unknown to mortal flesh.”
“Oh yes,” Professor Sedienta begged, her body tingling from head to toe as the vampiress traced circles around the most sensitive spots on her skin. “I cannot bear it anymore! Ravish me! Bathe my body in the forbidden pleasures of your unholy sexuality!”
“What a splendid idea,” Atlacoya laughed as she began to kiss her way down Professor Sedienta's belly toward the her quivering vulva. “I think I shall do just that.”
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Scene 36
Downstairs in the front room of Professor Sedienta's house, two policemen lazily played cards as they watched the door. One of them perked up just a bit as he heard a nearly-inaudible whimper emanate from the upstairs hallway. “Hey, did you hear that?” he asked his comrade.
“I didn't hear anything,” the other patrolman said. “Now quit stalling, are you in or not.”
The first policeman nodded and dropped two coins onto the table, but he kept his head cocked in the direction of Professor Sedienta's bedroom.
Scene 37
In her bed, Professor Sedienta moaned, clenching her sheets and dripping with sweat as Atlacoya lifted her head from her victim's vulva, and licked her lips. “You taste divine, my dear Professora,” she said. “I cannot remember when last I supped upon such a delicious nectar. Would you care for a taste?”
Professor Sedienta was too wracked with pleasure to answer the inquiry, as Atlacoya began to drag the tip of her tongue up the blonde woman's torso starting at her engorged labia and proceeding toward her trembling lips. The black-haired demoness moved slowly, savoring the taste of her victims sweat as she crawled over Professor Sedienta on all fours like a predatory animal, until finally she was straddling the curvaceous educator's waspish waist and caressing her angelic face with bejeweled black-tipped fingers. Pausing for just a second, Atlacoya planted a passionate kiss on the professor's lips, their tongues wrestling in their mouths for what seemed like minutes on end.
Finally Atlacoya withdrew, rising up onto her knees, her fingers still drawing shapes on the helpless academic's trembling body. “You monster!” Professor Sedienta bleated. “What manner of cunnilingus is this that makes my body quake and erupt like a volcano of lust?”
“Do you know nothing of vampires?” Atlacoya scoffed. “I have drained you of your sexual energy. It is my favorite way to feed. Even now I can feel your sexual essence coursing through my veins and invigorating my body.”
Atlacoya moaned with pleasure as she leaned backward and arched her back. Then, as Professor Sedienta watched in amazement, the six abdominal muscles on Atlacoya's tight stomach hardened into perfectly symmetrical bricks as the cuts that defined them deepened, while the oblique and serratus muscles that frame her stomach grew more pronounced with every breath that she took. Atlacoya's deltoids grew in size as well, with each head becoming visibly defined from the others as the swelled with muscle and until they had transformed from the stately slope a dancer's shoulders to the muscle-capped orbs of weightlifter.
Professor Sedienta squirmed with awe and lust as she felt the pale woman's legs and buttocks growing bigger and harder around her waist, until it felt as though she were being squeezed by their bulging mass, and it was with a mix of lust and academic curiosity that she began to run her fingers along the slabs of Atlacoya's quadriceps, which now resembled a bodybuilder's more than a dancer's.
Then Professor Sedienta gasped in amazement as Atlacoya curled her fists upward toward her newly-muscled shoulders, and her toned lemon-sized biceps pulsed with mass, rising into sharp peaks the size of baseballs as her triceps swelled beneath them and her forearms rippled as they expanded to nearly twice their previous size.
Her eyes sparkling with predatory malice, Atlacoya then leaned forward as her shapely prisoner eyes widened at the sight of the vampiress' chest. Beneath her creamy skin her flat toned pectorals deepened and widened into plates of muscle that crimped with striations where they cleaved at the sternum, while simultaneously her ample E cup breasts inflated, growing wider and rounder until they would easily fill an FF cup brassiere.
Professor Sedienta whimpered with lust as she squeezed Atlacoya's meaty latissimus dorsi muscles, and ran her fingers over the upper shelf of her pectorals. “You horrible fiend,” the beautiful blonde cried. “You horrible, sexy, tantalizing fiend! There is no doubt that you are the murderer whom the police seek, the one who drains the very life from her victims!”
“They were merely hors d'oeuvres,” Atlacoya cackled as she began to drag her nipples across the professor's own. “What I really desire is a partner overflowing with sexual energy in. A partner like you, Professora. Why, most women would have been completely drained by such a caressing from my skillful tongue, but still you have desire in abundance, like a banquet of lusty delicacies upon which I have only begun to feed.”
“I beg you cease,” Professor Sedienta panted as she squeezed the muscular globes of Atlacoya's deeply dimpled buttocks. “I can bear no more of your uncanny tongue.”
“Very well,” Atlacoya said. “I have more than one pair of lips with which to drink of you.”
With a wry smile Atlacoya entwined her legs with those of Professor Sedienta and began to wiggle her hips with a driving rhythm, the deeply etched muscles in her abdomen stretching and contracting rhythmically as she gyrated. Thrust after thrust after thrust, Atlacoya continued to grind her vulva into Professor Sedienta's until their clitori became engorged and began to rub against one another. Melting with orgasmic pleasure, Professor Sedienta's head fell back and a loud moan escaped her mouth.
Scene 38
On the first floor of Professor Sedienta's house, two police officers sat in her front room, concentrating on their game of cards. At least until a load moan echoed through the house. “There it is again,” the first one said. “Are you going to tell me that you didn't hear that?
“Okay let's go,” said the second, drawing his gun as they rose from the table.
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Scene 39
Professor Sedienta lay on her bed, spread eagle and dripping with sweat, her breath uneven and shaky. Nearby, Atlacoya flashed an arrogant smile as she studied herself in a full length mirror, her body swelling with muscle in every direction as the passionate professor's sexual energy flowed through her. She straightened her arm to flex her triceps, smiling they grew so large that they jostled with her rear deltoid head, rhomboid, and latissimus dorsi.
She cackled with delight as she put her arms behind her head and flexed her core, rocking her hips from delighting as her six pack became an eight pack as the muscles in her abdomen grew and tightened all along her narrow midsection.
Then she thrust out her left leg and puckered with satisfaction as she saw her calf swell into two sharply angled bricks of muscle, while the slabs of meat on her upper legs stretched her skin so tightly that it creased around their edges as they expanded in all directions.
Finally she raised her arms in double biceps pose, flashing a venomous smile as her biceps throbbed with power, swelling to the size of grapefruits as they twitched and popped on her arm. Holding her pose she splayed her fingers and took a deep breath, as her pectorals pushed out from her chest one centimeter and then two, growing in width and depth until they looked like slabs of stone beneath her her creamy white skin. Exhaling through puckered lips, Atlacoya watched as her breasts swelled to GG cups and then to H, with areolae as big as saucers and nipples the size sewing thimbles.
“I cannot thank you enough for this little rendezvous, Professora,” Atlacoya chuckled as she walked slowly toward the bedside, taking care to make the rounded globes of her buttocks bunch into blocks of muscle as she turned away from the exhausted blonde educator. “Same time next week?”
“What more evil could you wreak, you infernal succubus?” she gasped. “I lay before you ruined by one devastating orgasm after another. My clitoris cries out for mercy!”
“Mercy? But this was mere foreplay to Atlacoya,” the vampiress cackled. “Besides you are a very generous lover and have so much more to give. But for now rest, and recover your strength.”
Then with a crash the bedroom door burst open, and the policemen charged with guarding Professor Sedienta's house sprang into the room, guns drawn mere centimeters away from Atlacoya. “Freeze!” the first policeman yelled. “Tell me who you are and what you are doing here!”
Atlacoya rolled her hips and shoulders, her entire body rippling with muscle in the moonlight, and laughed. “I am your queen,” she crowed, “and the queen of all who dwell in this valley, and soon in the entire world itself!.”
“Dios mio!” cried the second. “Look at the size of her!”
“She is a monster!” Professor Sedienta cried. “A wicked, sensual, irresistible monster. Shoot her now I beg you!”
Atlacoya stood up tall, now fully 2 meters high as she looked down at the two policemen with her green eyes flashing in the night, and tilted her chin upward as if challenging the men to attack her.
The patrolmen's guns were shaking in their hands as they watched the pale musclebound woman spread her back wide, her lats flaring from her trim waist like the hood of a cobra. “Stop right there, don't move!” the first one called.
“Yes, stop or I'll shoot!” the other said.
With a contemptuous snort, Atlacoya reached out and plucked the pistols from their hands with a speed that belied her muscular bulk. With a sneer she squeezed her fingers closed, the metal of the guns squealing as they bent into useless lumps of steel. “I'll call for backup,” the first policeman cried as he ran for the stairs. “Fight her off as long as you can!”
The second man gulped in fear as he reached for his truncheon, but Atlacoya turned her back on him contemptuously and strolled toward the open balcony door, swishing her muscle-swollen hips as she went. “Don't mind me, little man,” she said. “I was just leaving. But have no fear. I shall return.”
And then, stepping out onto the balcony, Atlacoya's body disappeared into tendrils of mist and blew away in the night.
Scene 40
Dressed in her bright red robe, Gloriosa exited the dressing room in the bowels of the arena to find Captain Ramirez and Miguel waiting for her, joined also by Officer Jimenez who now sported a black eye. “You were magnificent as always, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said. “Truly our nation is blessed to have among its number the greatest wrestler in the world, one who could overcome such a dangerous challenge.”
“Dangerous indeed, Capitan,” Gloriosa said gravely. “For the men who rushed into the ring were not Gorilla Brothers after all, but the same sort of monsters who robbed the boutique earlier this week. I do not think it was a coincidence that they attacked me here tonight. If the mysterious Chica Vigorosa had not appeared once again, it could have been the end for me.”
“Mysterious?” Jimenez asked. “Are you saying that you do not know her?”
“I have never seen her before in my life,” Gloriosa said.
“Hold on Jimenez,” Captain Ramirez said. “What happened to your eye? Was there a disturbance in the crowd?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Officer Jimenez replied sheepishly. “My wife accused me of ogling Chica Vigorosa's bosoms and clobbered me with her handbag.”
The other 3 laughed heartily as Jimenez hung his head in shame. “It would be hard indeed not to ogle such an impressively built young woman in such a scanty costume,” Captain Ramirez joked, turning to the young officer in training. “I imagine that is especially true for a virile young man like you, eh Miguel.”
“Truthfully,” Miguel said. “The only girl's body that I was concerned with was that of Maria.”
At those words Gloriosa's eyes popped wide open, burning with anger, and she grabbed Miguel around the neck and lifted him into the air, his feet dangling off the ground as his face began to turn red. “How dare you say such a thing about my adopted daughter, you cur!” she growled, raising her other hand into a fist, her massive bicep curling into a boulder of feminine muscle that tore through the silk of her robe like a whale bursting out of the sea, trembling with power as she drew back her hand.
“Gloriosa, please!” Captain Ramirez pleaded. “He's just a boy, please show mercy!”
Officer Jimenez began to pull on Gloriosa's arm in an attempt to free Miguel, but only wound up dangling from it like a child from a tree limb as the colossal luchadora supported his added weight without the slightest sign of exertion.
“Please... Gloriosa...” Miguel squeaked. “I mean only that... Maria fled her seat... I was... thinking only of her safety... I swear it.”
“So you let my daughter run off into that rabid crowd, when you knew for a fact that there were assassins about that wish only ill to me and mine?” Gloriosa snarled. “You coward! You wastrel!”
Just then Maria appeared around the corner in her dowdy purse and handbag, and threw herself upon her adoptive mother. “Gloriosa no!” she yelled. “Let him go! Miguel tried to run after me, but I hid in the ladies washroom and he was too much of a gentleman to pursue me there. I swear it!”
With a grumble, Gloriosa released Miguel and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. Maria ran to him immediately. “You should know better than to flee from the protection of the police in such a dangerous situation,” the colossal woman scolded her daughter. “Such fear is unbecoming of a daughter of mine. I daresay that you could learn a thing or two from Chica Vigorosa, the valiant girl who fought bravely beside me this evening.”
“Hmph,” Maria said defiantly. “Perhaps I am braver than you think.”
Gloriosa leaned down to continue scolding her adopted daughter, but stopped for a moment. “Maria, you look different,” she said. “You have changed your hairstyle only since we arrived?”
It was true, for Maria's hair, which was normally held behind her ears by a simple headband now fell stylishly over her left eye. “Oh...” Maria said nervously. “When I fled to the bathroom, I began to play with a new hairstyle, to... uh... to take my mind off of the horrible violence in the ring.”
Captain Ramirez laughed and put a hand on Maria's shoulder. “A young woman through and through,” he chuckled. “I think it looks lovely, Maria. If only I could distract myself so easily from the dangers looming over us.”
“I, too, am worried,” Gloriosa said. “For I must fly to America tomorrow to defend my title, leaving Maria at home, alone and unprotected.”
“I can take care of myself,” Maria snapped. “I am the junior national champion in judo and karate, not that you could be bothered to notice.”
“How about this Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said, quickly stepping between the two quarreling women. “I will assign a few policemen to your house to guard Maria while you are away.
Maria's face brightened suddenly. “Yes that would make me feel much safer,” she said with a mischievous grin. “And please be sure that Miguel is one of them, so that my hospitality can make amends for the injury that Gloriosa doubtless caused to him.”
“Absolutely not!” Gloriosa growled. “I forbid it. I will not allow that vagabond near my chaste and innocent daughter.”
“Come now, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said. “Surely you owe Miguel that much after nearly choking the life from him. And Jimenez and Rodriquez will be dutiful chaperones, I assure you.”
Officer Jimenez snapped to attention. “Gloriosa, I swear on my life that no harm will come to your daughter or to her virtue while I am on duty.”
“Very well,” Gloriosa grumbled, glaring at Miguel. “But if you lay one hand on my pure and virtuous daughter, I shall give you such a thrashing that even the Gorilla Brothers will pity you.”
Miguel gulped and trembled, as beside him Maria squirmed with excitement and licked her lips. But before any of them could speak a uniformed officer rushed toward them. “Capitan!” he cried. “We just got a call from the patrol at Professor Sedienta's house. There has been at attack!”
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"like a whale bursting out of the sea" what a perfect line!
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And I'm totally loving this story so far. There's always something exciting and important happening in every scene. And the world you're building here is just a blast. Gloriosa's overprotectiveness of her adoptive daughter's chastity is also an interesting addition, considering how scandalous Glories herself is, it really makes her an interesting character. I can't wait to see where you take their relationship! Masterful work as always!
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And I'm totally loving this story so far. There's always something exciting and important happening in every scene. And the world you're building here is just a blast. Gloriosa's overprotectiveness of her adoptive daughter's chastity is also an interesting addition, considering how scandalous Glories herself is, it really makes her an interesting character. I can't wait to see where you take their relationship! Masterful work as always!
Thanks! I'm happy you like the world. It's pretty silly, but lucha movies usually are, and I think that's what makes the story fun to write.
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Scene 41
Gloriosa, Maria, and Captain Ramirez stood over Professor Sedienta's bed as the ravishing blonde educator trembled beneath her bedsheets. “It was horrible,” the professor sobbed. “Again and again I came, each orgasm more powerfully sensual than the one before.”
“That doesn't sound so horrible to me,” Maria pouted, crossing her arms.
“Why put on this jealous demeanor,” Gloriosa scolded. “Can you not see that Professor Sedienta is within an inch of her life.”
“She looks fine to me,” Maria frowned.
Ignoring her daughter, Gloriosa leaned over the professor's bed, her enormous bust hanging mere inches away from the gorgeous blonde. “Professora,” she said seriously. “Is there anything that I can do to bring you comfort. A cup of tea perhaps?”
Professor Sedienta licked her lips as she ran a finger down the ridge between Gloriosa's pectoral muscles and into the deep gulf of her cleavage, tugging at the red bandeau top that strained to contain the great luchadora's tremendous breasts. “Yes Gloriosa, before it is too late,” she pleaded. “Please allow me to take your nipples into my mouth. According to my research, sucking upon breasts may restore vitality to those who have been drained by vampires, if the breasts in question are sufficiently powerful.”
“My chichis are the most powerful in the world,” Gloriosa boasted, standing bolt upright and tearing her top away before climbing on top of the reclining blonde beauty. “Here Professor, please avail yourself of them, if you think if will help.”
Professor Sedienta moaned as she maneuvered both of Gloriosa's big, thick nipples into her mouth at once, then began audibly sucking them as she grabbed Gloriosa's buttocks and squeezed them tightly. Captain Ramirez and Miguel looked awkwardly to the ground, trying not to look up at the sapphic tableau unfolding before them. Maria meanwhile, crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. “Her breasts aren't that great,” she huffed.
Moments later, Professor Sedienta laid back down in her bed, humming in satisfaction. “Oh thank you, Gloriosa,” she cooed. “I may yet recover, thanks to your legendary chichachotas.”
“I am glad to hear it Gloriosa said as she stood up and retrieved her bikini top. “And hopefully with your aid we can get to the bottom of this mysterious attack.”
“It's no mystery who attacked me,” Professor Sedienta said. “I tell you it was that woman Atlacoya who confronted you at the Policeman's Ball. And there can be no doubt that she is none other than the vampire queen of the same name in the Aztec legend.”
“That is quite an outlandish theory, Professora,” Captain Ramirez said.
“It is no theory, for I have seen proof with my own eyes,” the great educator said. “With my very eyes I saw her fine figure growing in stature and in muscularity, her delectable breasts growing bigger and rounder with every breath she took. She was nearly as big as Gloriosa, I swear it, as the patrolmen.”
“Nearly as big as myself?” Gloriosa said skeptically. “There is no one alive who could compare even remotely with my perfectly developed body. You must be mistaken.”
“Perhaps not,” Miguel said as he rushed to Captain Ramirez's side, his hands full. “Look here, two pistols, mangled and bent just as the Professora described.”
“A mere parlor trick,” Gloriosa said, taking the pistols from Miguel with her dexterous hands. “Why I was bending steel before I was old enough for my quinceanera. This proves nothing.”
Then with startling ease, Gloriosa crushed the two mangled pistols together into a lump of metal as if she were working with dough instead of hardened steel.
“But looks at this,” Miguel said, holding up an embroidered cloak of black silk. “This is one of the pieces stolen from the boutique robberies earlier this week. There's no mistaking it.”
“By God you're right,” Captain Ramirez said, snatching the cloak away from the young officer. “Professora, if what you say is true, then no one in this city is safe. I'll order every available man to search the caves to the west. We'll bring in the Army, even.”
“Except for Miguel, of course,” Maria said eagerly. “For he must stay by my side... to protect me, of course... while mother is away defending her championship.”
“Yes, there's no debating that now,” Captain Ramirez said, his brow furrowing in frustration. “And I'll double the guard at Professor Sedienta's house as well.”
“Policemen are of no use, I'm telling you,” Professor Sedienta barked. “I need crucifixes and holy water.”
Captain Ramirez exchanged a worried glance with Gloriosa. “I'll send for a priest,” he said.
“Make it a young one,” Professor Sedienta said. “Big and strapping with strong hands and soft lips. In fact, now that I think of it, send two priests. And tell them to stretch beforehand.”
The crowd gathered in the room laughed, relieved to see that the lascivious academic had recovered her spirits, but as they left the bedroom, their somber mood returned as the light of the full moon shown through the open balcony door.
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Scene 42
The next day was a dreary, rainy affair, much to Maria's dismay. In her large and elegantly appointed bedroom, she gazed sadly out over the swimming pool, where she had hoped to lounge in her bathing suit to seduce Miguel. As she put her bathing suit back in the wardrobe, her disappointment deepened as she discovered that the yellow peasant dress that she had purchased to showcase her ample bosom had been disposed of. But her spirits perked up nonetheless when she heard the doorbell ring. Flinging her door open, she ran from her room and toward the stairs.
Scene 43
In the foyer of Gloriosa's sprawling mansion stood Captain Ramirez, Miguel, and two other policemen. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she sang, floating down the stairs toward them. “Can I get you some coffee.”
“That would be lovely,” Officer Jimenez said, looking around to survey the various doors and windows of the enormous house. “Tell me, has Gloriosa left for her flight?”
“You only just missed her,” Maria said disappearing to the kitchen and returning with a silver tray of coffee cups. “But please, make yourselves at home.”
The policemen sat down, all three of them on the couch, and Maria perched on the armrest nearest Miguel and placed a hand on his shoulder. Miguel flinched from her touch as though wounded. “Are you absolutely certain that Gloriosa is gone?” he asked nervously, jumping to his feet.
“Oh she is halfway to the airport by now,” Maria giggled. You have nothing to fear from her. She only makes those threats because she is overprotective. She would never harm a policeman.”
“My aching neck begs to differ,” Miguel said, laughing nervously.
Maria ignored him, turning instead to the other men. “I have been thinking about the best place for you men to station yourselves,” she said. “I think that you should stay here near the front door, while you should stay in the kitchen near the servant's entrance, and Miguel will stay in my bedroom.”
“I'm afraid that won't do, senorita,” Officer Jimenez said. “Your mother left very clear instructions with Captain Ramirez. “Rodriguez and I are to stand guard outside your bedroom, while Miguel stands guard in the kitchen.”
“I should have known,” Maria said. “Very well. At any rate, lunch is nearly ready.”
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Scene 44
Later that night, the sun was setting, and Maria had retired to her room under the watchful eyes of officers Jimenez and Rodriguez, while on the first floor of the mansion Miguel paced dutifully from room to room, eyes and ears fully alert to capture even the slightest disturbance. Now in the front room near the base of the spiral staircase, he paused for just a moment to pour himself a cup of coffee. But no sooner had he filled his cup, but it dropped to floor as he leapt to attention at the piercing sound of a young woman's scream from upstairs. “That sounds like Maria,” he said aloud.
Ignoring the shattered porcelain at his feet, and slipping only a little in the spilt coffee, the dashing young man bounded up the stairs, only to hear another scream. “Jimenez, Rodriguez, what's going on?” he asked as he reached the top of the stairs.
But there came only silence in return, and it was plain to see why, for in the dim light of the upstairs hallway, the bodies of his comrades could be seen collapsed on the floor outside of the door to Maria's room, which was ominously ajar. Miguel drew his gun and advanced slowly toward the door. “Help me!” Maria's voice cried from within. “Help me Miguel!”
Gathering his courage, Miguel burst through the door to find the room bathed in the soft light of a dozen candles, but without a single human being in sight. Then suddenly the door slammed closed behind him, and before he could react he was struck sharply on his wrist, and his gun clattered to the floor. Miguel spun around, reaching for nightstick to defend himself against his assailant, but once again he was outmatched and found himself lifted off of his feet and slammed back first into the wall behind him. He winced in pain as he felt powerful hands lock his wrists in a vice-like grip and pin his arms to the wall, and finding himself quite helpless his blood began to run cold with shock.
But as his eyes opened and adjusted to the soft light of the room, he had an even greater shock in store for him, as he was face to face with a pair of sparkling brown eyes lined with lustrous lashes, a dainty aquiline nose, and pair of full pouty lips spread wide in an expectant smile. “M-maria?” he asked. “Is that youuumf-”
Miguel's words were cut short as the radiant young maiden brought her face to his and planted a deep and passionate kiss upon him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, and mashing their lips together until he was breathless. He gasped for air as she finally withdrew, releasing his wrists and fixing the locks of silky brown hair that tumbled over the left side of her face. “Of course it is me, silly,” Maria giggled. “Who else would be in my bedroom?”
“I heard your scream, and I thouuumf-”
Again Miguel's voice was stifled by the intrusion of Maria's tongue in his mouth, and he heard her mewing with delight as she wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him close to her, digging her fingernails into her back. “That was just a ruse,” she giggled, releasing Miguel and taking his hands in hers as she looked him up and down, licking her lips. “Oh, but you looked so gallant rushing to my rescue. My hero!”
Maria walked backward toward her lavishly appointed queen-sized bed, pulling a reluctant Miguel behind her as he looked about the room in confusion. “But what happened to Jimenez and Rodriguez?” he asked. “They were out cold.”
“Don't worry about them,” Maria assured him. “I knocked them out before they could see me. No one will know of our little rendezvous.”
“Ah yes,” Miguel nervously chuckled, his wrist and shoulders still hurting from having been himself subdued by Maria mere moments ago. “You are quite the young athlete, I remember now.”
“What's wrong?” she asked, batting her eyes. “Why the other night you said that you find strong women to be very attractive. And I am a very strong woman.”
As if to prove her point, Maria spun around on her heels and tossed Miguel onto her bed as if he were a ragdoll. “Oh my, oh my,” he said nervously, pulling himself up onto his elbows amidst the downy softness of the bed. “You know Maria, I just remembered that I have to leave. Quite urgently.”
“Why would you want to leave?” Maria asked, her lips bent downward in an exaggerated pout. “Don't you desire my company? Why the other night you said I was the most beautiful girl in Mexico City. You were teasing me after all, weren't you?”
“Not at all,” Miguel said, quickly standing up from the bed. “Why I daresay that you're the most beautiful young woman in all of Mexico, the entire world even, but you see-”
“And you are a handsome young man, Miguel,” Maria said, flying to him and undoing the top button on his shirt. “And you know what beautiful young women and handsome young men do in a bedroom, don't you?”
Maria popped another button, and then a third, her eyes sparkling with eager mischief. Miguel was shaking now, his psyche torn between his attraction for the stunning brunette, the nervousness brought on by her aggressive flirtation, and his fear of her powerful and overprotective mother. “Please Maria,” he gulped as she untucked his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but I beg you to restrain yourself.”
“I'm tired of being restrained!” Maria cried, grabbing Miguel around the waist and tossing him back onto her bed. “I feel like a caged tiger, yearning to break free. I'm tired of being shackled by my station, by my mother, and by these horrible frumpy clothes!”
With a yell, Maria tore the drab gown from her body, ripping it to shreds as if were made of tissue paper. She stood before Miguel now completely naked, perky breasts the size of cantaloupes thrust proudly forward, heaving with every impassioned breath that she drew. But it was not the size of her breasts that made Miguel's eyes pop open with amazement, but rather the size of her muscles.
“Dios mio,” the handsome you man blurted out as his eyes drifted up and down her bare body. “Maria you have such big... everything!”
And it was true, for despite her relatively youth, Maria's physique displayed a level of muscularity that would shame most men twice her age. From her delicate jawline to her dainty feet, she bulged with thick, sharply defined muscles that accentuated each curve of her feminine form, a fact that appeared to please Maria to no end. “How sweet of you to say,” she tittered, cocking one muscle-wrapped leg to the side and raising her arms overhead in a myth pose that made her already well-defined muscles harden into shredded distinctness. “Tell me Miguel, which are your favorite muscles on a woman's body? The biceps seem like an obvious choice, no?”
Maria then dropped her arms into a double biceps pose, her arms swelling to over 40 centimeters in circumference as her biceps contracted into perfect spheres of muscle. Miguel was too overcome by awe and desire to speak. “Oh my,” he gulped. “Oh my. Oh my.”
“No?” Maria asked with a giggle. “Perhaps you are a leg man, then.”
Lowering her arms, Maria turned to the side and arched her back so that her round peach-shaped buttocks thrust outward like globes, then slowly leaned forward, causing muscles to contract into sharp definition beneath her flawless honey-brown skin, from the curvaceous slabs of her quads to the bulging pillars of her hamstrings to the calves that jutted out like diamonds above her thin feminine ankles. “Oh my,” Miguel gulped again as his penis began to swell with lust. “Oh my. Oh my.”
“But of course,” Maria laughed. “Nothing excites a man quite like a woman's chest.”
Turning to face Miguel, her brown eyes fixed upon him like a tigress stalking her prey, Maria clasped her hands in front of her navel and squeezed her pectoral muscles, making them erupt into striated domes, then letting them relax into thick slabs. Again and again she flexed her sculpted pectorals, squishing her J cup breasts together between her arms as she contracted the flex, and letting them bounce free when she relaxed.
“Oh my,” Miguel drawled as his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the bed.
Maria was upon him instantly. “Miguel!” she cried. “Speak to me. Are you alright?”
“I think so,” he said groggily. “Just a rush of blood from my head, I think.”
“Oh dear,” she said, straddling his midsection and working on the buttons of his shirt. “This is quite serious. We must get you out of these restrictive clothes at once.”
Before Miguel could speak, Maria had flipped him over on the bed with the practiced ease of a judoka, and removed his shirt completely. With the side of his face planted in the bed, Miguel's eyes fell on a framed photo of Maria and her adoptive mother, with Gloriosa flexing a bicep the size of a soccer ball with a young Maria hanging from her arm. Then he found himself being flung around again, this time facing another photo, this one featuring Maria posing on a vespa as her hulking mother easily held it aloft with a single hand. Miguels blood ran cold with fear as recalled Gloriosa's incomparable power, as well as her threats against his safety should he interfere with her daughter's virtue.
Maria yanked Miguel's pants from his legs and ripped his boxer shorts to shreds, flipping him once again onto his back and straddling his midsection, licking her lips as she ran her hands up and down his chest. He opened his mouth to object, but she was upon him instantly, cramming her tongue down his throat in another violent kiss. He was nearly out of breath as she withdrew, wrapping her fingers around his shoulders and, in her aroused state, squeezing so hard that he feared she would break his collarbones. “Miguel,” she said softly. “I have never been with a man before. You must promise to be gentle with me.”
“Gentle?” he whimpered. “You are as strong as a bull, I couldn't hurt you if I tried!”
“How sweet of you to say,” she tittered. “But I daresay that I am stronger than any mere bull.”
As Maria's thighs tightened like a vice around his waist, squeezing so tightly that he felt his organs may pop like balloons, Miguel was struck by the thought that her love may prove more dangerous to him than Gloriosa's anger, and in that moment his fear and pain extinguished his lust. “Maria,” he stammered. “Although you are surely the most desirable woman that I have ever laid eyes upon, my desk is piled high with important casework waiting for me at the police station.”
Maria rose up, her face once again affecting an exaggerated pout. “But Miguel,” she implored, “surely you have heard that once a young woman is aroused, she must be given release of her passions, lest she become stricken with ovarios azules and fall ill. It is a very serious ailment Miguel.”
“I have never heard of such an illness” Miguel said skeptically. “Well nevertheless... perhaps I can take you to a clinic on my way to the station.”
Once again, Maria's powerful hands clenched Miguel's shoulders as she leaned forward, dangling her incredible breasts above his face. “But Miguel, why would you do such a thing?” she asked, slumping forward and enveloping his head in her voluminous bosom. “Your desk is so cold, flat and hard. And my tetas are so warm, round and soft. Do you really want to leave, Miguel?”
In the embrace of Maria's perfumed bosom, Miguel grew instantly hard, and he lost all will to resist the ravenous young brunette. “No,” he said weakly, his voice muffled by Maria's fleshy orbs.
“Oh Miguel, I have waited so long for this moment!” Maria cried gleefully as she sat up, wiggling her thick tight buttocks on the young policeman's stomach. “There are so many things that I want to do to you, and so many things that I want you to do to me.”
“I want to do whatever you say,” Miguel whimpered, hypnotized with lust as the busty muscle girl began to dismount him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“What a romantic thing to say,” Maria beamed as she went to swing her leg over the young man to dismount him. But she found herself obstructed by a long hard object, as if someone had planted a flagpole in the middle of her bed. “Miguel, did you bring your truncheon into the bed?” she asked. “How kinky.”
“My truncheon?” Miguel asked. “Of course not. You threw it away with my pants.”
Maria frowned as she hopped off of Miguel and lay beside him. “Then what is this thing that-”
Looking down, Maria was struck speechless as her eyes fell on Miguel's swollen penis, 30 centimeters long and as thick as a soda can. Her brown eyes widened with wonder and she began to lick her lips as she leaned closer to his erection. “What a magnificent verga!” she gushed. “Now I see where all that blood went when it rushed from your head. We are going to have such fun together!”
Planting her hands on Miguel's ribcage and splaying her legs, Maria raised her body up off the bed, her incredible muscles tightening as she balanced on her hands atop his chest. Miguel winced in pain, the weight of Maria's muscle-laden body focused on his chest making him fee like his ribs would crack at any moment. Then, slowly, Maria began to pivot her body downward, and lowered her eager vagina down onto Miguel's tumescent penis.
Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as she slid down the handsome young policeman's turgid member, squeaking with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she struggled to accommodate him. Finally, she had engulfed his massive erection, her body beading with sweat and cheeks flushed as she rested the muscular globes of her buttocks on his pelvis. “Miguel?” she asked him gently as she traced her fingers delicately up and down his torso. “You will be gentle with me, won't you?”
Miguel stared up in awe at the busty musclebound beauty that perched atop him, her big brown eyes sparkling and her shining brunette locks falling to one side. “I should ask you the same thing,” he gulped.
Maria began to gyrate upon his pelvis with the rhythmic finesse of a dancer, bending his rock-hard penis to and fro as she twirled it around inside of her vagina. Miguel's eyes popped open and he grabbed the bedsheets for support as bolts of pleasure ran through his loins. Fully in control, the athletic young woman atop him placed her hands behind her head, her biceps balling into rocky spheres and her lats swelling like meaty wings as her shredded abdomen flexed and contracted with the swirling of her pelvis, her huge breasts bouncing vigorously.
Miguel's ejaculation was imminent when Maria clamped her thighs around waist, nearly breaking his pelvis, and her vagina seemed to tighten around his member. Suddenly her gyrations became more and more forceful, violently jerking his midsection back and forth and up and down, and bending his hardened cock drastically in one direction and then another. The pain was so great that Miguel couldn't climax, and he realized with horror that Maria might ruin him forever. Quickly he realized that his only escape would be to relax his erection and shrink from the grip of her vagina. But the sight of Maria's bounteous body above with so intoxicating that he was powerless to subdue the lust throbbing in his loins.
He shut his eyes and began to imagine the most mundane things he could think of. He imagined doing maths homework in school, completing paperwork at his job or anything that he thought would distract him from the sexual gymnastics that Maria was performing atop him. “Oh no,” he moaned.
“Miguel, what is wrong?” Maria asked without the slightest disruption of her gyrations. “Are you all right? Why are your eyes closed?”
“I can't look,” he moaned. “You are too pretty... too sexy... too muscular... the most beautiful woman in the world. I... I can't...”
“Oh Miguel, you are so romantic!” Maria gushed. “I... I... W-what is the feeling coming over me? It feels... so good... I think I am going to... to...”
Cries of pleasure began to emit from Maria's mouth as she began to tremble and her eyes rolled back in her head.
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Scene 45
Outside Maria's room, Officers Jimenez and Rodriguez began to stir. Jimenez awakened first, wincing as he rubbed the back of his heavily bruised neck. His ears pricked up as he heard a young woman's cries echoing faintly through door behind him. “Rodriguez, wake up!” he hissed. “It's Maria, she's in danger!”
With great effort the two men pulled themselves to their feet. Jimenez tried the doorknob, but found it to be locked. Immediately he rammed the door with his shoulder, trying to break it open, but the sturdy old door didn't give a centimeter. “Hold on Maria!” Rodriguez shouted. “We're coming.”
Rodriguez slammed himself against the door next, but also to no effect. “Let's try it together, on the count of 3,” Jimenez said. “1... 2... 3!”
Scene 46
The door burst open, and the two police officers fell into Maria's room, but pulled themselves quickly to their feet, their guns drawn. But to their surprise, they saw Maria sitting calmly in a chair beside her bed, dressed in a drab and baggy gown, reading a book in the candlelight. Even more perplexingly, Miguel lay on the bed, spread eagle in his policeman's uniform looking exhausted and defeated, his eyes bleary and his skin drenched in sweat.
“What's going on here?” Jimenez asked, using the barrel of his revolver to tilt the brim of his cap up. “I swear that I heard you screaming, Maria.”
Instantly, Maria scowled. “You most assuredly did!” she snapped. “I was attacked by a group of Aztec zombies, and poor Miguel had to fight them off all by himself while you two lollygagged out there! Surely I would have died if not for his heroic fortitude.”
“Hey Miguel,” Rodriguez said, “are you all right? You look like you ran a marathon then got hit by a train!”
“I can't feel my legs,” Miguel whimpered.
“Poor boy,” Jimenez said glumly. “Wait a moment Miguel... your pants are on backward. And your shoes are on the wrong feet.”
Maria sprung from her chair and wagged her finger at the policemen. “Lucky that his head is not backwards as well, no thanks to the two of you! Why even now you gad about in here as those fiends that attacked me make their escape across the lawn!”
Jimenez and Rodriguez glanced toward the open balcony door, then nodded to one another. “Don't worry, we'll track them down,” Jimenez said, pulling himself up to his full height and placing his hand over his heart. “You stay here and look after Miguel.”
As the two older policemen ran from her room, Maria hurried to the door. “Oh I most assuredly will,” she giggled as she closed the door.
“Maria?” Miguel squeaked.
Ignoring his pleas, Maria walked to the massive oak wardrobe that stood against her wall, and plucked it off the ground as easily as if it were a pillow and set it down in front of her bedroom door. She then turned around, her lascivious eyes falling on the helpless young man on her bed. “That should prevent any further misguided attempts to rescue me,” she said.
“I think it is me who needs rescuing,” Miguel said, closing his eyes and swallowing hard.
But when he opened his eyes, Maria was on the bed again, completely naked and crawling toward him like a powerful, ravenous beast. “Oh Miguel,” she cooed. “Finally we are alone again. Tell me again what you said earlier, about how I was pretty and sexy and muscular. Did you really mean those things?”
“Where would I find the energy to lie to you?” Miguel asked. “Maria, I swear that you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes upon. Your face is perfect, your breasts are perfect, your muscles are perfect. It's all so overwhelming.”
“Hmm,” Maria purred in satisfaction. “Just to be clear, Miguel, do you think I am sexier than Gloriosa?”
“Oh yes,” Miguel said. “Sexier even than Chica Vigorosa.”
“Oh my,” Maria said with a coy smile. “Chica Vigorosa is very sexy indeed. Are you quite sure that I am sexier than she is?”
“Absolutely,” Miguel said. “When I first saw her, during the robbery in the fashion district, I thought that she was the most gorgeous girl that I had ever seen. But you surpass her in every way.”
Maria wrapped her arms around Miguel and kissed him gently on the cheek. Then gently on the lips, and then passionately upon the lips, her tongue wrestling his own into submission as she began to remove his shirt once again.
A shiver ran through Miguel's body once again, the memory of Maria's calamitously powerful lovemaking still fresh in his mind―and in his bruises. “Maria, I beg you-” he began.
“You don't need to beg me for sex, Miguel,” she said, cutting him off. “I want it. I need it.”
In mere seconds, Maria had him undressed again, and was covering his body with kisses. “Saints preserve me,” he wept as he crossed himself.
“Miguel,” Maria asked, pouting as she ran her hands along his crotch. “Why is your verga soft? I thought you said that I was the sexiest woman in the world.”
“I just had an orgasm,” he said. “I need time to recover. Did you not have an orgasm as well?”
“Oh yes, I most assuredly did,” Maria laughed. “And I want another one. And another. And another. And I cannot bear to wait any longer, Miguel. You must get hard immediately!”
“I can't,” Miguel implored. “I am no longer aroused.”
“Well then I shall have to arouse you,” Maria said as she rose up, standing upon the mattress. “You know Miguel, just a moment ago you said that I was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes upon. You said that my face, breasts, and muscles were perfect. And you hurt my feelings.”
“I am so sorry,” Maria Miguel pleaded, half from politeness and half from fear. “Whatever did I do to make you unhappy.”
“Well,” Maria giggled as she turned away from Miguel and thrust her buttocks outward. “You said nothing about my tepalcuanas. They are quite sexy too, don't you think?”
Maria put her hand on her head and began to sway her hips like a belly dancer, her thick dimpled glutes bulging into smooth round globes and contracting into striated blocks as her hamstrings bulged like she watermelons beneath her skin, and her calves contracted into upside-down hearts of smooth beveled muscle. “They are... amazing,” Miguel exhaled.
Maria dropped into side splits, slamming her big round buttocks down on Miguel's stomach and knocking the wind out of him. “Touch me, Miguel,” she purred as he gasped for air. “I long to feel your hands on my skin. Let us arouse each other.”
Obediently, Miguel began to rub his hands along Maria's glutes and thighs, mesmerized by the feel of the chiseled rock-hard muscle beneath her soft brown skin. Giggling, Maria began to wiggle her hips as she squirmed from the electricity of his touch, making her incredible backside bounce and flex.
But still, Miguel remained flaccid, his tender penis feeling more pain than pleasure from the weak pulses of blood that his exhausted heart pumped into his depleted groin. Marias gazed downward at his slackened member and frowned as she wiggled it around in her hands. “Miguel, why isn't your verga hard?” she asked dejectedly. “I thought you said I was sexy. Or is it perhaps don't you want to give me pleasure?”
“You are the sexiest woman in the world, I swear it,” Miguel pleaded. “And I want nothing more than to give you pleasure. But you have exhausted me. It will take time for me to regain my vigor.”
“How long will that take?” Maria pouted as she began to play with Miguel's flaccid unit.
“I-I don't know,” Miguel stammered. “15 or 20 minutes, maybe?”
“20 minutes!?” Maria groaned. “But I want you inside me right now, Miguel! But very well then, maybe there is something else you can do to give me pleasure while I wait...”
Slowly, Maria began to slide the muscular globes of her buttocks up Miguel's chest and over his chin, planting her knees on either side of his head and rotating her pelvis so that the moist tenderness of her vulva rested upon his mouth and nose. “Your thighs are so big and so hard,” he mused, his hands caressing the young woman's colossal quadriceps. “It feels as though you could crack my skull like an egg.”
“Oh yes, I absolutely could, Miguel,” Maria giggled. “So if you what is good for you, you will prove your love by licking my papaya. Lick me as if your very life depends upon it.”
Miguel felt the steely-hard thighs of his musclebound admirer tighten around his head, the playful nature of the action doing nothing to lessen the danger of the power behind it. Taking a deep breath, Miguel began to slowly lick up and down the ruffles of Maria's labia, parting them gently as he near the clitoral hood so that the tip of his tongue could play gently on the pink pearl of her clitoris. Maria's eyes popped open and her jaw hung loose as she leaned backward twisting her big, thick nipples forcefully as she moaned and moaned with pleasure.
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loving this so far. Continue the great writting.
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Love banter like, “Gentle?” he whimpered. “You are as strong as a bull, I couldn't hurt you if I tried!” “How sweet of you to say,” she tittered. “But I daresay that I am stronger than any mere bull.”
Love how the younger woman "woman handles" him, tosses him around like a rag doll, without even realizing it.
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Love banter like, “Gentle?” he whimpered. “You are as strong as a bull, I couldn't hurt you if I tried!” “How sweet of you to say,” she tittered. “But I daresay that I am stronger than any mere bull.”
Love how the younger woman "woman handles" him, tosses him around like a rag doll, without even realizing it.
loving this so far. Continue the great writting.
Thanks!
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Scene 47
Before long, the sun rose over Figura Gloriosa's stately home, and beautiful morning chased away the rain of the pervious day. The three policemen sat at small table in the kitchen, digesting their breakfasts as Maria brought them coffee. “It's a complete mystery,” Jimenez said. “Rodriguez and I searched everywhere and found to sign of the Aztec zombies that attacked you. We even swept the neighborhood, but it's as though they vanished without a trace.”
“It's a mystery, that's for sure,” Maria said, suppressing a giggle as she eyed Miguel. “I am very lucky that such a brave and vigorous young man was available to tend to me.”
“You did good to survive the perils that you faced in that bedroom last night, Miguel,” Jimenez said, nodding solemnly. “It's a miracle that you weren't seriously injured,or even killed.”
“You don't know the half of it,” Miguel sighed, wincing from the pain that wracked his body.
“We'll get you back to the station for a medical exam,” Rodriguez said. “But there's no doubt you'll be on desk duty for the rest of the week.”
The three men rose to leave, and Maria took Miguel by the hand. “Thank you again for last night, Miguel,” she cooed, her eyes hazy with a schoolgirl crush. “I hope to see you again soon.”
The two older men laughed an Rodriguez slapped Miguel's shoulder, eliciting a wince of pain from the young policeman. “Careful, Miguel,” Jimenez joked. “A young woman's affections can be more perilous than a whole army of mummies.”
“You don't know the half of it,” Miguel sighed.
Scene 48
Later that day, Miguel sat behind a desk with half his body wrapped in bandages, alphabetizing files in the high-priority holding cell block of the precinct house. It was a big windowless room on the far side of the police station, and with its single cell empty of prisoners, Miguel was able to focus on the tedious work before him to distract his mind from the pain that Maria had inflicted upon him with her powerful and relentless lovemaking.
Miguel's rest was disturbed when the doors suddenly flung open, and a quarter of policemen bustled in, struggling to restrain a suspect. To Miguel's shock and horror, the suspect was one of the mummified Aztec Temple Guardians who had been robbing luxury boutiques and jewelers throughout the city, and who had twice made an attempt on the life of Figura Gloriosa. “Get the cell door, Miguel!” Officer Jimenez called.
Miguel scrambled to his feet, but moved with purpose, and was able to open the heavy steel-barred door to the holding cell just in time for the other officers to toss the mummified fiend inside.
Slamming the door closed, Officer Jimenez removed his hat and wiped his brow. “What a stroke of luck,” he said. “There was another daytime robbery, but this time we captured on the fiends.”
“Hey Miguel,” Officer Rodriguez said, pointing to the undead warrior who had already risen to his feet, and was shaking the bars of the cell. “Is this one of the gang that attacked you last night?”
Miguel looked at the hulking zombie, who was now pacing in his cell. Wary of lying to his comrades, Miguel squirmed a bit. “Who can tell one mummy from another?” he asked.
“Fair enough,” Jimenez said as he and the other officers began to file out of the holding block. “Just keep an eye on him until we figure out what to do him. And don't worry, those bars are three centimeters of solid steel. It would take a bulldozer to get through that cell door.”
“Of course,” Miguel nodded eagerly. “I'll be on the lookout for anything suspicious.”
The door swung shut, and Miguel was alone with his silent prisoner, who know sat motionless in one of the steel benches along the cell wall. The young man looked at the monster, focusing on the green jewel that hung on his ornate amulet. “So those green jewels are where you monsters get your power, eh?” he asked. “I wonder where the jewels get their power, though.”
The sound of a ringing phone ended Miguel's pondering, and when he picked it up, he heard Officer Jimenez voice on the other end of the line. “Miguel, there's one more thing I forgot to mention,” he said. “Maria asked to stop by the precinct house and bring you a homemade lunch, to show her gratitude for your saving her life. It's against policy, but given the circumstances, we agreed to let her visit you. And if I know women, she's got something more in mind that just lunch, eh Miguel!”
“Oh dear,” Miguel gulped, his aching body shuddering in fear. “You know, I don't think-”
“Who are we to stand in the way of young love?” Jimenez laugh. “And don't worry, we'll switch off the closed-circuit cameras so you two can have some privacy.”
“B-but what if I need help?” Miguel asked nervously.
“You're something else, Miguel,” Jimenez laughed as he hung up the phone. “You fight off a whole platoon of mummies, but you're scared to talk to a pretty girl.”
Miguel replaced receiver, and nervously checked the video monitor that showed the hallway leading to the high-priority holding cell block. Sure enough, there was Maria, striding breezily down the hall in one of her drab formless dresses, the elegant s-curl hanging over her face her only decoration. Miguel looked about the room frantically. He thought of escape, but there was only one door into the windowless room. He thought of hiding, but other than the holding cell, the desk and the filing cabinets, the room was bare. Maria was nearing the door, when he glanced nervously at the keys on his belt, and then to the bulky undead monster that sit in the holding cell. “I think I might be safer in there with you,” he chuckled nervously.
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Scene 49
Maria was giddy with anticipation as she closed the door to the high-priority holding cell block behind her. “Oh Miguel,” she sang, setting the basket down on the desk. “I have some treats for you. And more importantly, you have a treat for me. A big, thick, hard treat!”
Not seeing Miguel anywhere, she began to look around the room. “Miguel, wherever have you gotten off to?” she asked. “The policeman at the desk told me that you were-”
It was then that Maria spied the object of her affections, curled up in the corner of the bench in the holding cell, with one of the Aztec zombies sitting idly at the other end, still as if it were dead.
“Oh. Hello Maria,” he said nervously.
“Miguel, how did you come to be locked in that cell?” she demanded. “And with one of those rotting villains no less?”
Miguel shrugged. “It's quite a long story,” he said. “But as you can see I'm quite stuck here, and although I would dearly love to see you, I cannot.”
“Hmph,” Maria said with a frown. “This will not do at all.”
Then, striding up the cell door, Maria grabbed a steel bar in each hand, squeezed her slender feminine fingers tight, and began to pull. The beautiful brunette set her jaw, and soon the thick metal bars began to bend. Miguel's eyes popped open in awe as the powerful young woman continued to pull the metal bars further and further apart, the squealing sound of the deforming steal echoing through the cement room. Soon, Maria had forced the two bars so wide that she could easily walk into the cell. “Dios mio,” Miguel gulped.
Maria ran through the bars and lifted Miguel into the air, squeezing him close. “Oh Miguel,” she gushed, dropping him roughly back onto the bench. “Nothing will ever keep me from you, I swear it.”
Miguel glanced nervously at his cellmate, who was staring at the newly-created gap in the steel bars with cold dead eyes. “It's nice to see you too Maria,” Miguel said, “but what will we do abouuumf-”
In the brief moment that Miguel had looked away, Maria had flung herself upon him and jammed her tongue into his mouth. When finally she relented, the young man's jaw was aching, and he was starting to grow aroused despite himself. “I have a surprise for you, Miguel,” Maria giggled. “I know you fancy muscular girls, so I came right over from the gym so I could be fully pumped for you.”
On the other side of the cell, the mummified Temple Guardian had risen to his feet and had begun shuffling toward the mangled cell door. “That's great, Maria,” Miguel said, “but maybe-”
Miguel's words died in his throat as Maria stripped off her dress in a flash and stood completely naked before him, her sculpted body fully pumped just as she had promised, with every muscle bulging with mass and every cut deep and sharp, her brown skin glistening with sweat in the light of the holding cell. “Tell me, Miguel, what do you think of my muscles?” Maria asked. “Don't they look incredible?”
Before Miguel could answer, she adopted a side chest pose, and Miguel could only gawk in silence as muscles erupted on her body from head to toe. Her calves were cut like diamonds, her quadriceps bulged like slabs of marble, her bicep bulged like a rock beneath her skin, and her pectorals sprang from her chest like mesas of striated muscle from which hung her tremendous breasts, which were so large that they rested on her thickly cabled forearms.
Miguel's eyes bugged out of his head as he ogled Maria's bountiful bulges, and once again he began to feel lightheaded as the blood rushed from his brain to his massive member. “Oh my,” he gulped as he slumped down against the wall, his head aswim. “Oh my. Oh my.”
Maria swooped down upon him instantly, stroking his forehead. “Miguel, you have fainted again,” she said. “Are you quite alright?”
“I didn't faint,” he said. “Its just that the sight of you gets me so aroused that I lose control of my faculties, and feel lightheaded.”
“You certainly know how to flatter a girl,” Maria giggled as she straddled the young man and began to unbuckle his pants. “But flattery will only get you so far, Miguel. I need more. Much more.”
As soon as Miguel's pants were removed, his girthy penis sprang forth fully erect, and Maria's eyes sparkled with delight. “Please Maria,” Miguel pleaded. “Can we not wait until later this week. The doctor told me to avoid strenuous activities.”
“But I need verga now,” Maria pouted. “Why are you being so coy? Didn't you just say that you were aroused by the very sight of me?”
“Of course I am,” Miguel objected, “but-”
“And if the mere sight of my muscles arouses you,” Maria purred. “Surely you would like to feel them as well... to run your hands over them and to kiss them?”
Then, her lips puckering seductively, Maria slowly curled her arms into a double biceps pose, the long lean slabs of her biceps contracting into rocky peaks the size of mangos that throbbed with power. “Oh dear,” Miguel gulped as he stared at the young woman's bulging arms, captivated by the movement of her shredded muscles. “Oh dear. Oh dear.”
“Touch them, Miguel,” Maria purred. “Kiss them. I long to feel your lips upon my flesh.”
Obediently, Miguel leaned forward and grabbed ahold of Maria's Olympian arms, awed by the delicate softness of her skin and the unyielding hardness of the muscles beneath it, as the swelling mass of her young biceps stretched his hands wide. Then as Maria squealed with delight, he gently kissed her left bicep and then the right.
“Now tell me Miguel,” Maria asked sternly, looming over him as she stood up, the upward view of the schoolgirl's sculpted buxom body emphasizing her physical superiority over the young policeman. “Do you want to make me wait, or make me cum?”
“I want to do whatever you say,” he droned, mesmerized by her overdeveloped musculature.
“As well you should,” Maria purred as she whipped Miguel's pants off with a quick tug.
Licking her lips, Maria lowered herself down onto Miguel's erection, squealing with delight as she savored its heroic length and girth. She began to roll her hips gently, her hands resting lightly on Miguel's chest, and he moaned with pleasure. “Oh this feels so good, Maria” he said. “For a second I was worried that you were going to go crazy like you did last night and-”
But before Miguel could finish his sentence, Maria began to slide vigorously up and down on his swollen cock, pounding her powerful buttocks into his pelvis over and over, smashing his hips and legs against the stone floor of the cell, her vice like grip squeezing his shoulders so forcefully it seemed she would pop his arms from his sockets. Once again he could neither ejaculate or relax, and his nerves lit up with pleasure and pain to such an intense degree that he could not even squeak a plea for mercy from the lustful musclegirl. Over and over she slammed her pelvis against his, until he was sure it was crushed to powder, but still she continued, squealing with delight as his monumental penis thrilled nerve endings throughout her womanhood, from the outer labia to the depths of her birth canal.
Minutes had passed, and Maria was beginning to quiver as an orgasm built inside of her, when a sudden loud crash startled her out of her reverie, and both she and Miguel jerked their heads around to see that they were now alone in the cell. “The prisoner has escaped!” Miguel cried as the sounds of shouting policemen drew nearer. “We must sound the alarm!”
“For goodness sake,” Maria pouted. “What does a girl have to do to get some privacy?”
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Scene 50
Captain Ramirez burst into the high-priority holding cells with his gun drawn, joined by Officer Jimenez. Quickly they made their way to the holding cell, where they found Maria seated calmly on the bench against the wall, clad as always in her drab formless dress, checking her hair and makeup in a compact mirror. On the floor next to her, Miguel was splayed out with his bandages askew. “Miguel!” Captain Ramirez called, rushing to help the young man to his feet. “Are you all right?”
“You arrived just in time,” Miguel groaned. “Or else I might have been killed.”
“Oh it was horrible!” Maria added, springing to her feet, suddenly affecting an air of distress. “That horrible monster escaped from his cell. I surely would have been killed if Miguel had not rushed to my rescue and driven the fiend away.”
Officer Jimenez let out a low whistle as he examined the mangled bars of the cell. “Will you look at that!” he exclaimed. “To think of the brute force needed to bend these steel bars...”
“Indeed,” Captain Ramirez nodded solemnly as he dusted off Miguel's uniform. “I wouldn't think any creature on earth possessed such incredible strength, except for Gloriosa of course.”
“What about Chica Vigorosa?” Maria asked. “Do you reckon that she could bend those bars?”
“I don't think so,” Captain Ramirez said. “Chica Vigorosa is a remarkable athlete and quite powerfully built, but she's still a mere girl after all.”
“Well I think Chica Vigorosa may be stronger than you give her credit for,” Maria huffed.
Officer Jimenez clapped Miguel on the back, eliciting a wince from the young man. “Another brush with death for our heroic young cadet,” the older policeman said. “It must be terrifying to be at the mercy of a creature so monstrously powerful as to bend steel like tinfoil.”
“You don't know the half of it,” Miguel sighed.
“I only wish that monster hadn't gotten away,” Captain Ramirez said morosely. “He was our only hope of solving this mystery. Curse my luck!”
“Don't be so quick to curse you luck Capitan, it may be turning,” Officer Rodriguez said, entering the room. “We have men following that Aztec mummy, and he may lead us to their hideout.”
“Say, that's not a bad idea,” the old detective exclaimed, springing into action. “Rodriguez, tell the men to keep their distance and report back as soon as they learn something. Jimenez, fetch Professor Sedienta and tell her to bring every book that she has on Aztec legends. Miguel, you and Maria come with me to the airport--Gloriosa should be returning soon, and I fear that we shall once again need to prevail upon her for assistance against the forces of evil.”
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Scene 51
“My men say the monster went into a cave here, a few kilometers to the west of town,” Captain Ramirez said, pointing to a map of the Valley of Mexico spread out on the table in Gloriosa's study as he tapped his foot on the polished marble floor.
Miguel sat on a nearby couch, trying to keep his weight off his bruises and contusions, while Maria sat next to him, feigning interest in the discussion as she eyed the young cadet like a hungry cat watching a bird in a cage, clutching her purse with fingers that twitched with anticipation.
In the center of the room stood Figura Gloriosa, resplendent in a form fitting skirt and ruffly low-cut blouse, with Professor Sedienta clinging to her like plastic wrap. “Then there's no doubt about it,” the professor said. “This cave must be the long lost temple of the vampire queen Atlacoya, the source of the evil that has the city in its grasp. Oh Gloriosa, what will we do?”
As the beautiful educator stroked Gloriosa's sprawling back and nuzzled her head against Gloriosa's breast, the legendary luchadora pursed her lips in thought. “We have no choice but to take the fight to the villains in their lair,” she said in short order. “How many men can you spare, Capitan?”
“Not enough, I fear,” the old police captain sighed. “My mean say that they saw over a dozen of these mummified Aztec warriors guarding the cave. And of course there's no telling how many are inside, not to mention what other dangers that Atlacoya has in store for us.”
“It will have to be enough,” Gloriosa said. “This evil must be expunged, once and for all.”
“Hold on,” Maria said suddenly. “It's nearly sundown. This vampire queen will be at her most powerful at nighttime. Isn't that what you said, Professora?”
“Yes, quite certainly,” Professor Sedienta replied. “Vampires are nocturnal hunters, stalking their prey at night and resting during the day.”
Miguel chimed in as well. “If we wait until tomorrow morning we'll have more men available,” he said. “Since the President is leaving for Geneva and we won't need a security detail at the palace.”
“That's good thinking Miguel,” Captain Ramirez said. “Why, tomorrow morning we could have twenty men rested and ready to attack.”
“Then it's decided,” Gloriosa said. “We will rise at dawn and meet at the police station, then stamp out this foul evil once and for all.”
As the group collected themselves to leave, Maria turned to her adoptive mother. “Gloriosa, may I borrow the car?” she asked. “There's an event at the arena that I would dearly like to attend.”
Gloriosa's eyes narrowed in suspicion. “The only event at the arena tonight is an open tryout for luchadores and luchadoras. Why would you attend such an event?”
“Oh... I... uh...” Maria said nervously. “I was merely hoping to watch some boys from school. They are eager to become wrestlers and I thought they could use support for such a trying ordeal.”
Gloriosa nodded. “It is true that making one's way as a wrestler is a trying ordeal,” she said seriously. “And also that the support of the fans is a great buoy to a wrestler's spirit. Okay, I will permit this. Only you must promise me that you will not wander off alone with all of these mummies about.”
“I promise,” Maria said gaily, as she turned to leave.
But as she headed toward the door, Maria collided with Miguel, who was rising slowly from the couch on his tender legs. Maria's purse fell to the floor, and out spilled a golden mask and a pair of golden boots. “Oh what lovely boots,” Professor Sedienta remarked.
“Those boots look familiar,” Captain Ramirez said, scratching his chin. “And that mask as well. Why they're a spitting image of the boots and mask worn by Chica Vigorosa.”
“Oh... oh...” Maria stammered as she hastily shoved the gold lame articles back into her purse and hurried to leave. “These are... um... props for a school play.”
Once again the great wrestling champion's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she grabbed her daughter by the wrist. “Not so fast,” Gloriosa said, brushing Maria's s-curl away from her face, exposing a cut beside her adopted daughter's left eye. “And where did you get this cut? It looks like it was made by a wrestling boot.”
“Oh... I... uh...” Maria said nervously.
But before the young woman could respond, her adoptive mother's eyes opened wide with realization. “Wait a moment,” Gloriosa said, her brow furrowing with anger.
Suddenly, Gloriosa grabbed Maria by the collar of her prudish gray dress, and with a great yank, tore the dress to shreds, leaving her adoptive daughter standing unclothed in the middle of the room. The others gasped in amazement, not only at the extremity of Gloriosa's action, but at the state of Maria's body, which was bulging with well-honed muscle and naked except for a gold thong and two golden pasties adorning her perky J cup breasts.
“How can this be?” Gloriosa exclaimed. “Maria are you truly Chica Vigorosa?”
A defiant smirk graced Maria's face as she put her hands on her hips, thrust out her bountiful bosom and tensed her bulging muscles. “Yes, I admit it,” she said proudly. “I am Chica Vigorosa!”
“It seems impossible,” Captain Ramirez said. “But it does explain some things.”
“It explains a great deal!” Miguel cried.
“Oh my word,” Professor Sedienta exclaimed as she ran to the muscular young brunette and put her hands on her shoulders. “Maria, I've been so occupied with my research to notice that over the years you have blossomed into a magnificent young woman. I have been treating you like a child instead of allowing our relationship to... deepen. Can you ever forgive me for being so inconsiderate?”
“I am pleased to accept your apology, Professora,” Maria said, smiling with satisfaction as the buxom academic ogled her chiseled physique.
“This is unacceptable!” Gloriosa bellowed. “You have disobeyed my orders not only by flaunting your body in public, but also by becoming a luchadora. I tell you that the tribulations of a luchadora are too much for a schoolgirl.”
“A fine thing for you to say,” Maria snapped, turning up her chin. “You had already wrestled a dozen matches when you were my age.”
“When I was your age, I was no mere schoolgirl,” Gloriosa retorted. “I was in training for 50 hours each week, and my arms measured 39 centimeters around.”
“Well I train for 52 hours each week,” Maria crowed. “And my arms are 40 centimeters around.”
“A likely story,” Gloriosa said dismissively.
“Measure them if you'd like, then,” Maria huffed as she raised her arms into a double biceps pose that made Captain Ramirez mouth drop open in amazement, and made Miguel quake with fear.
In a flash, Professor Sedienta removed a measuring tape from her labcoat and licked her lips as she began working the tape around the bumpy circumference of Maria's muscle-swollen arm. “Yes it's every bit of 40 centimeters around,” she exclaimed. “In fact, Maria, I am sure that if you pumped your arms some more they may grow even bigger.”
“A fine idea,” Maria agreed as she straightened her arms and curled them upward again and again, each flex pumping more and more blood into her prodigious arms, until her biceps trembled with power, rising like chiseled rocks beneath her tight brown skin.
“Oh my word,” Professor Sedienta gushed, grinding her thighs together in excitement. “A full 41 centimeters! What a gorgeous specimen of feminine muscularity!”
“Bah,” Gloriosa scoffed. “Any schoolgirl can add muscle mass, but one needs a physique as hard as steel to withstand the savage collisions of a wrestling match.”
“Hmph,” Maria snorted, “I have honed every muscle in my body to perfection. I'm certain that my physique is harder than mere steel. Come test me if you don't believe it!”
With a confident toss of her hair, Maria folded her arms behind her head and tensed her core, causing her 8 chiseled abs to harden into blocks of muscle while her serratus rippled to life, looking like piano keys beneath her skin. “Oh what spectacular abdominal muscles,” Professor Sedienta purred as she dropped to her knees and began to run her fingers over the lines of Maria's deeply carved midsection. “Why they feel so hard that I wouldn't be surprised if they could deflect bullets! Sadly without my Mohs testing kit there is no way to be sure―unless, Maria, you would be so kind as to allow me to use my lips and tongue to perform a measurement instead.”
“By all means, Professora,” Maria said, beaming with pride as she relished the adoration of the beauteous blonde. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of scientific inquiry.”
Moaning gently, Professor Sedienta began to peck at Maria's sleek and shredded abdominals as she ran her hands up and down the curves of Maria's obliques. Captain Ramirez and Miguel watched with eyes wide, hats held over their groins to conceal their growing erections, but Gloriosa's eyes were narrowed in suspicion. “Hold on,” she said, “I can't quite put my finger on it, but somehow it seems that there is more going on here than just scientific measurement.”
“Nonsense,” Maria quipped, reciting Gloriosa's previous words back at her. “Professor Sedienta is the model of professional decorum. You're just jealous of the scientific admiration in which he holds my physique.”
“Oh yes, I am practically dripping with scientific admiration,” the professor sighed. “Maria, I feel certain that your muscles are indeed harder than steel, easily as hard as topaz, or perhaps even chromium.”
Gloriosa scoffed, unimpressed. “It is not enough to withstand damage,” she lectured, “A true luchadora's body must be a lethal weapon, from head to toe. Take me, for example. Even my luxuriously soft tetas are capable of felling the mightiest of foes with a single blow, as you have seen.”
“And my Tornado de Tetas attack is capable of no less,” Maria boasted, “as you have seen.”
“Oh this is a very serious matter, requiring careful attention,” Professor Sedienta said, taking a pocket calculator from her labcoat as she rose to her feet. “Maria, would you mind if I felt your breasts―purely for scientific purposes, of course.”
“It's would be my honor to have such an esteemed scientific mind examine my chichis,” Maria said rebelliously, thrusting out her perky melon-sized breasts as she looked at her mother with an expression of smug satisfaction. “Please help yourself.”
Professor Sedienta gently began to massage Maria's right breast with one hand while she clicked at the calculator with the other, her eyes twinkling as she watched the firm young flesh jiggle and bounce, then moved on to the left breast. “Yes, the calculations are very clear,” she said at last. “Maria's tetas have a jiggle factor of 80,085, the optimal value for combat―the same as your own, Gloriosa.”
“Enough of this!” Gloriosa shouted, stomping her foot and causing the entire room to shake. “No matter what, I am still your mother, and you will obey me. And I forbid you to leave this house!”
“I will be a luchadora whether you like it or not!” Maria shouted in return. “I am going to the tryouts, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me.”
With that, Maria grabbed her purse and stomped toward the door. “Oh, you think not, eh?” Gloriosa said coldly, and in a flash she reached out and grabbed her adopted daughter by the elbow.
“Unhand me!” Maria demanded, torquing her body and twisting her arm, breaking free of Gloriosa's mighty grasp.
But Gloriosa was in no mood to be ignored, and immediately lunged at Maria, who responded in turn with the lightning reflexes of a world-class athlete, locking up with her adoptive mother as their muscle-hewn bodies rippled with power. “Ladies please,” Captain Ramirez begged. “There is no need for such a violent display, after all-”
“No, Capitan,” Professor Sedienta objected. “This conflict must not be left to fester. They must settle it now, even if they must spend all night with their sculpted bodies entwined, glistening with sweat, straining and moaning... Oh, it's all too much to bear.”
Soon, Gloriosa's immense size and power began to weigh on her adopted daughter, and Maria began to falter. But she was quick to adjust, and dropped to her back, tossing Gloriosa over her head with a judo throw, and sending the buxom giantess crashing into an antique table and chairs, which broke into splinters upon impact. Maria kipped up and turned around just in time to see Gloriosa rise to her feet. “So you really want to be a luchadora, eh?” the hulking amazon growled, kicking off her shoes and tearing off her skirt and blouse to reveal her wrestling costume consisting of a low-slung bikini bottom and a bandeau top. “Well let's have your tryout right here!”
“Do your worst!” Maria said, stepping out of her shoes and raising her fists in a martial arts stance. “I am not afraid of you!”
Gloriosa rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, her massive muscles swelling with power as she tensed her body for combat. “If you are not afraid of Figura Gloriosa, then you are even more foolish than at first I thought,” the great champion said as she stalked toward the smaller younger woman. “Now have at you!”
Once again the two women locked up. Gloriosa was quick to act this time, using her great mass to pull Maria off balance, then snatch her left wrist and apply an arm wringer. Maria winced with pain as her adoptive mother twisted her arm forward, wrenching the young woman's muscle-wrapped shoulder. The three onlookers was uneasily as Gloriosa twisted Maria's arm violently forward, worried that the might wrestler might grievously injure her own daughter, but this was just the opportunity that Maria was waiting for. Instead of falling to the floor, Maria leaned into the twisting action and flipped forward, landing on her feet. In a flash, she snatched Gloriosa's outstretched arm and bent forward, tossing the colossal amazon over her shoulder with a perfectly executed seoi-nage.
Captain Ramirez pulled Miguel aside just as Gloriosa's body came crashing down on the couch upon which he was just sitting, smashing it into a hundred pieces. Maria grimaced and rubbed her shoulder as Gloriosa rose from the wreckage of the furniture, brushing fragments of cloth and wood from her hulking body. “It's good to see that the money I spent on your judo lessons wasn't wasted,” Gloriosa chuckled. “But perhaps you should try to damage me, instead of the furniture.”
“A fine idea!” Maria's shouted, her face flashing with anger as she shot forward and launched a front kick at Gloriosa's muscle-studded stomach.
But Gloriosa's well-honed instincts served her well, and she quickly took a step backward, avoiding the brunt of the kick and catching Maria's foot with practiced ease, holding the young woman's curvaceous muscular leg at full extension. Almost immediately, Maria leapt into the air, her body rippling with muscle as she spun in the air and swung her free foot at Gloriosa's head. Again, Gloriosa's reflexes saved her as she ducked under the kick just in time, but had to release Maria's foot in order to do so, allowing the graceful young woman to land easily on her feet.
Once again Maria lunged forward, driving her good shoulder into Gloriosa's stomach and wrapping her arms around Gloriosa's enormously girthy legs to attempt a double-leg takedown. But she had underestimated the strength her adoptive mother's titanically muscled body, and not only was Gloriosa able to absorb the force of the shoot without leaving her feet, she was able to grab Maria by the waist and jerk her up into the air, flipping her upward so that her legs rested on Gloriosa's shoulders. Then Gloriosa flung Maria violently downward, powerbombing her onto an antique coffee table, which exploded into shards of wood and glass as her body crashed through it and slammed against the marble floor.
Captain Ramirez and Miguel gasped at the brutality of the move, and Professor Sedienta looked away in horror, but Gloriosa was unperturbed, turning her back on her fallen daughter and walking away. “Well little girl, how do you fancy the life of a luchadora now? Are you ready to abandon this ludicrous dream of yours?”
Gritting her teeth, Maria pulled herself up off the ground. “Never!” she cried, wiping a trickle of blood from her mouth. “As long as there is an ounce of life in my body I will persevere!”
Then, with a shout, Maria charged forward and leapt into the air feet first, and Gloriosa turned just in time to see her daughter's ankles lock around her neck. Muscles swelled with effort throughout Maria's body, from bulging calves to her swooping lats as she twisted her body in midair to execute a powerful hurricanrana, her midsection so punishingly lean that every sinew rippled as she flung Gloriosa to the ground, her body crashing through a display case containing priceless historical artifacts.
The towering luchadora rolled back onto her feet quickly, but Maria was already upon her, lashing her adoptive mother with one powerful chop after another, channeling both her years of martial arts training and her years of pent-up frustration as she swung again and again at the bulging domes of Gloriosa's pectoral muscles. Rocked by the force of her daughter's expertly executed strikes, Gloriosa staggered backward. “That's for not letting me buy that gold dress for the ball!” Maria cried, enumerating her grievances one after another as she continued to chop at Gloriosa's chest. “And that's for not letting me wear that cute pink bikini to the beach this summer! And that's for not letting me go to the dance last year! And that's for not buying me a pony for Christmas when I was 9 even though you are the richest woman in all of Mexico!”
Finally Gloriosa backed into the great oak desk, the last piece of furniture left in the study, and leaned against it to regain her footing. As Maria's next chop whistled toward her, Gloriosa flung her arm up just in time to intercept the blow and to grab Maria by her prominent trapezius muscle, while with her other hand she reached between Maria's legs and lifted her easily into the air in a military press, her latissimus dorsi muscles swelling out like wings and her triceps bulging out like American footballs. “Enough!” she bellowed as she held her squirming daughter aloft, mere inches from the ceiling.
Then, with terrifying force, Gloriosa slammed her adopted daughter down onto the heavy oak desk, which broke in half as Maria's muscle-hardened body crashed into it. Captain Ramirez and Miguel cried out in shock, and Miguel drew his gun. “We can't let Gloriosa keep this up,” he said. “I'll shoot her if I have to.”
“And risk making her angry?” Captain Ramirez demanded. “No, Miguel, there's nothing we can do for Maria now but pray.”
It was Professora Sedienta who took action, running to Gloriosa and draping herself against the hulking luchadora's colossal arm. “No more, Gloriosa, I beg you!” the professor cried. “Can't you see that it's your own daughter that you are brutalizing?”
“In this moment, she is nothing more to me than my opponent, and I will do whatever it takes to defeat her,” Gloriosa said coldly, shrugging the buxom blonde away as she turned her attention back to Maria. “So, my rebellious daughter, are you at last ready to surrender?”
Maria breathed heavily through gritted teeth as she pulled herself to her knees using the remnants of the desk, her muscle-knotted back trembling with strain and her striated deltoids tense with effort. “No!” she bleated. “I will never submit! Not to you, nor to anyone else!”
“We shall see about that,” Gloriosa snapped. “I have submitted stronger than you.”
Gloriosa grabbed her daughter's legs roughy, and stepped over them as to apply a figure four leg lock and break the girl's spirits once and for all. But Maria's years of jiu jitsu training served her well, as she squirmed nimbly out of the hold and wrapped her thighs around Gloriosa's left leg and wrapping her hands around Gloriosa's ankle. Maria's quadriceps popped with definition, her heart-shaped calves pulsing straining against her brown skin as she squeezed with all her might, and managed to slam Gloriosa onto the floor. Their legs intertwined, Maria moved quickly to interlock her legs with those of her adoptive mother in a scissor position, so that one of Gloriosa's legs was at her front while the other was behind her back.
Then, as the jaws of the three spectators dropped open, Maria clenched her bulbous buttocks tightly, putting incredible pressure on Gloriosa's pelvis. Gloriosa clenched her fists as her olympian body began to tremble. “You disgracious urchin,” Gloriosa groaned. “How could you use an illegal submission of such deadly power against your own adoptive mother?”
“In this moment you are nothing more to me than my opponent,” Maria said defiantly. “And I will do whatever it takes to defeat you!”
“Very well then,” Gloriosa panted, “You will find that I am well trained in submissions myself!”
With a might yell, Gloriosa rolled onto he side, reversing the scissor lock, as her own stupendous buttocks tensed into bulging blocks of muscle, and Maria began to whimper and squirm under the pressure of the hold. Back and forth the two musclebound luchadoras tossed, until they were drenched in sweat with their prodigious bosoms heaving with each pained breath, and just when looked as if either of them could submit at any moment, a thunderous bang rang out, and the two combatants were jarred out of their competitive furor.
Across the room stood Miguel, a sheepish look on his face as smoke wafted from his gun barrel and from a hole in his shoe. “Please forgive me,” he stammered, “in all the excitement, it just went off.”
Captain Ramirez seized the moment and stepped forward, his hat still covering the crotch of his pants. “Ladies please!” he pled. “Gloriosa, you must save your strength for tomorrow's battle, for there is more at stake than just your pride. And Maria, have you not already proven your worth, having fared better against Gloriosa than any of the wrestling champions that she has dispatched in the ring? Professor Sedienta, surely you have something to add.”
But the professor was dumbstruck, still frozen in place with her jaw agape and her eyes wide as she gawked at the leg-locked sweat-soaked luchadoras panting on the floor. She blinked once, then twice, and then fainted dead away as Miguel and Captain Ramirez hurried to catch her.
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“I'll shoot her if I have to.” “And risk making her angry?” Captain Ramirez demanded.
Love that line. The only effect bullets would have on her is to maker her angry. Love it!!
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A charming oddity. I look forward to each new installment with delight. !Viva Mexico!
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Scene 52
“Be sure to stick to the main roads, Miguel,” Captain Ramirez said as he helped Professor Sedienta into the car. “I've radioed ahead to let the men guarding the Professor's house know you will be arriving.”
“I'll be careful, Capitan,” Miguel said as he started the car.
“You're quite sure that you're alright, Professora?” Gloriosa asked, leaning down, her huge breasts nearly spilling completely from her bandeau top. “Is there anything that I can do for you?”
“I can think of oh so many things,” Professor Sedienta begged. “I would love nothing more than to explore every centimeter of your amazing body.”
“Now now, it is surely too late for scientific research,” Gloriosa said.
“Quite right,” Captain Ramirez added. “Better get going, Miguel.”
With a nod, Miguel put the car into gear and drove away into the night.
“I hope you get a good night's sleep, Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said. “For I have the feeling that tomorrow will be a taxing ordeal filled with many great dangers.”
“Let's hope for the best, Capitan,” Gloriosa said gravely, “but prepare for the worst.”
Scene 53
“Boy the traffic sure is bad tonight,” Miguel said as gripped the wheel tightly, his eyes focused, attempting to ignore his passenger.
Mere inches away on the bench-style seat of the police car, Professor Sedienta had reached into her labcoat and begun fondling herself. “Can you imagine it, Miguel?” she asked. “Two such amazing specimens of the female anatomy living in one house, perhaps working their powerful perfectly developed physiques in the same gymnasium, perhaps showering together, perhaps washing one another's bodies, perhaps even giving in to their deepest carnal pleasures. Oh it's almost too much to bear.”
Miguel gulped. “M-maybe there is some road construction up ahead,” he said nervously as the cars ahead of him slowed to a crawl. “Yes, that must be what it is. Boy what terrible traffic.”
Moaning, Professor Sedienta put her back to the door and unbuttoned her lab coat to reveal that she wore beneath not a stitch of clothing other than her black stockings. She undulated on the seat, her curvaceous hips pumping, her tight stomach stretching, and her heavy breasts lolling from side to side. “It is such a long, long way to my home,” she cooed, “whatever shall we do to pass the time?”
“I know,” Miguel suggested, tittering anxiously “let's listen to the radio.”
Reaching down without letting his eyes stray to the lascivious professor's naked body, he switched on the radio. Instantly, Professor Sedienta stretched out her right leg and flicked it off with the heel of her shoe. She then stretched her left leg up onto the back of the car seat, her legs now spread wide as her hand began to dance around her womanhood. “I was thinking of something more... physical,” she purred.
“Uh, maybe we can play a game?” Miguel suggested as traffic ground to a halt.
“A lovely idea,” the lusty educator giggled. “I shall try to guess the length of your verga, when fully erect. If I am correct, I get to do whatever I want with it.”
“That's not exactly the type of game-” Miguel began to object, before he was interrupted
“31.5 centimeters,” Professor Sedienta said flatly, as if stating a scientific fact.
Miguel was stunned that the professor had so quickly guessed the exact length of his manhood, but tried to remain calm. “You made that guess quite quickly,” he gulped.
“Over the course of my studies on male anatomy I have learned to calculate the size of a man's verga by examining the dimensions of his nose, lips, and thumbs,” she cackled lasciviously. “And judging by the space between your eyes and nose, your verga must be quite girthy, as well.”
“You know, in truth I've never measured it,” Miguel laughed nervously as he hammered on the car horn. “So I guess we'll never know for sure. Let's try something different now-”
“I have a measuring tape right here,” the professor said lasciviously as she crept up to him and put a hand between his legs as her breasts pushed against his arm and her lips hovered around his ear. “All that is needed now is to bring you to a point of full excitation. A trifling matter, of course.”
With amazing dexterity, Professor Sedienta undid Miguels flies with a few quick motions of her fingers and was soon massaging Miguel's penis with an elaborate series of movements that immediately brought his member to full attention. “You know I think I know a shortcut,” he said in desperation, jerking the car off the main road and onto a darkened side street.
The sudden swerve of the automobile tossed Professor Sedienta fully into Miguel's lap, her thighs wrapped around his, her labia mere centimeters away from his turgid manhood. “Oh my, what a bold move,” she purred as she embraced him, “I was beginning to worry that you didn't fancy me.”
“Oh please, Professora,” he begged. “I am promised to Maria, and I cannot betray her! She would crush my body into a lifeless pulp with her great strength! Even more so than she is already doing!”
Professor Sedienta frowned as she withdrew from Miguel and slumped back into the car seat, and Miguel breathed a deep sigh of relief. But then an eager smile crept across the winsome blonde's face. “Tell me everything Miguel,” she said as her hand crept to her pubis. “Describe to me in painstaking detail every centimeter of her anatomy, every tryst that you shared, every drop of fluids passed between you. I must hear it all--for scientific purposes, of course.”
“I don't think that I should,” he said.
The curvy academic leaned forward to reply, when suddenly mummified arms burst through the windows behind, grabbing her around the arms. Before Miguel could react he met a similar fate, and they both were pulled from the car.
Then, as the drivers stuck in the traffic jam watched in horror, a band of Atlacoya's temple guardians disappeared into the alleys of Mexico City with Miguel and Professor Sedienta slung over their shoulders, making their way west.
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“I'll shoot her if I have to.” “And risk making her angry?” Captain Ramirez demanded.
Love that line. The only effect bullets would have on her is to maker her angry. Love it!!
A charming oddity. I look forward to each new installment with delight. !Viva Mexico!
Thanks. I am happy you enjoy it!
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Scene 54
The sun was only rising the next morning, and Figura Gloriosa shared a silent meal with her adopted daughter Maria. The awkwardness of their breakfast was interrupted suddenly when an urgent ringing came at the door. Gloriosa rose to her feet and was shocked to see a visibly worried Captain Ramirez waiting, hat in hands. “I fear that you bring unfortunate tidings, Capitan,” Gloriosa said grimly.
“Most unfortunate indeed,” Gloriosa he said. As Maria rose to join them. “For you see, Professor Sedienta never made it home last night. Both she and Miguel were stolen from their car not five miles from here.”
Maria covered her mouth in shock, and Gloriosa clenched her fist in anger. “Then there is no time to lose,” the towering wrestling champion said. “Captain Ramirez, take your men and meet me at the cave on your map. With luck they are still alive.”
“I'm coming too,” Maria said. “Just let me get me costume.”
“Absolutely not,” Gloriosa said. “I forbid it. It's far too dangerous. I'll not lose my only daughter to these reanimated fiends.”
“I'll not stand by while the man I love is in danger!” Maria shouted, stamping her foot.
“Then I advise you to start walking,” Gloriosa said. “For neither I nor Captain Ramirez will drive you. Now Captain, make haste.”
Captain Ramirez shot Maria an apologetic glance and then ran to his squadcar, with Gloriosa right behind him heading toward her Alfa Romeo. Maria slammed the door behind them and slumped against it, her arms crossed as she frowned.
Scene 55
Atlacoya's temple sparkled with stolen luxuries, but the stone pillars to which Miguel and Professor Sedienta found themselves bound were cold and bare. Their arms stretched overhead with their wrists bound in cuffs while their legs hung free, they nervously watched their captor preening in a full length mirror, although her reflection was quite invisible to her captors.
Naked except for her papaya-emblazoned headdress, glittering jeweled rings and a golden necklace set with a diamond the size of a silver dollar, Atlacoya admired her muscle-engorged body. She puckered with delight as she admired the shredded blocks of her abdominal muscles as she rolled her hips and twisted her waist. She slapped her round muscle-packed buttocks, which were as big as futbols. She kissed her biceps, which were as big as honeydew melons. Finally she hefted her LL sized breasts and laughed. “How I adore the abundance of my body,” she crowed. “Soon I will be so powerful that not even the accursed sunlight will hinder me, and every army in the world will have the privilege of gazing upon my incomparable beauty as one by one I crush them beneath my heel.”
“Wicked monster!” Professor Sedienta cried. “You're not half the woman that Gloriosa is!”
With a laugh, Atlacoya walked slowly toward the pillars where her captives were chained, just a few meters apart from one another. “Perhaps not,” the ravishing raven-haired vampiress laughed. “But with the help of your endless sexual energy, I will become so much more than she could ever be.”
“You won't get away with this, fiend!” Miguel cried, shaking uselessly at his chains.
Atlacoya smirked as she walked to him and ran a black-tipped finger down his chest. “If only I could say the same for you, my well-endowed young constable. But it appears that you have been quite depleted of sexual vigor already. But perhaps I shall enjoy you as a midnight snack.”
“Gloat now, foul demon,” Professor Sedienta spat, her body bare except for her stockings and glasses, and her labcoat which hung open and in tatters, “any moment Gloriosa shall arrive to rescue us, and with a dozen policemen.”
Atlacoya licked her lips as she sauntered back to the professor and began to run her hands along the peachy flesh of her hips and thighs. “Let them come,” the vampire queen scoffed. “But first, you shall come.”
“I won't!” Professor Sedienta protested as Atlacoya's skillful tongue began to tickle her labia.
But almost immediately Professor Sedienta's mouth hung open and she began to moan, as the temple rang with Atlacoya's laughter.
Scene 56
Police squad cars squealed to a halt in the clearing outside Atlacoya's subterranean lair, and as the officers filed out, guns drawn, Figura Gloriosa's red Alfa Romeo slid to halt nearby, kicking up clouds of dust. Springing from her car just in time to see temple guardians armed with clubs and knives begin pouring from the cave that led to the vampire queen's temple. “Remember men, aim for the jewels on their chests!” Captain Ramirez shouted. “It's the only way to put them down permanently!”
As gunfire erupted around her, Gloriosa strode purposefully toward the cave opening, swatting temple guardians away like flies, with cuahhololli clubs and obsidian daggers shattering against her steely musculature as she stalked toward her goal. “You men deal with these lesser monsters,” Gloriosa said. “Leave their mistress to me.”
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Scene 57
One after another, Gloriosa dispatched mummified temple guardians as she made her way through the torchlit tunnels of Atlacoya's lair. This one she defeated by shattering the jewel hanging from his neck with a mighty chop, and the next she defeated by slamming him chest-down onto a rocky outcropping that broke his amulet into glittering green shards.
Finally, Gloriosa could see a chamber opening up before her, her goal close at hand. It was a grand edifice, Gloriosa thought to herself, nearly as large as a futbol pitch with a ceiling as high as a cathedral, furnished with elaborate braziers and opulent sculptures of Aztec origin, and its walls covered in intricate bas relief carvings. At one end of the chamber was an ornate throne sitting atop many stone steps, surrounded by a gallery filled with kneeling cushions. And on the other end of the chamber was a great sacrificial altar, darkened with centuries of spilt blood and ringed by 4-meter high pillars that were clearly hewn for the purpose of restraining sacrificial victims. Miguel hung from one such pillar, his eyes wide and his pants straining to contain his massive erection as he watched Atlacoya gleefully licking Professor Sedienta into one climax after another.
“You demon,” the professor gasped, her legs resting on Atlacoya's bulging trapezius muscles as the muscular vampiress held her aloft by the buttocks, her pale white fingers squeezing the soft peach globes of the curvaceous educator's rump. “What sort of monster would lick a woman's papaya so savagely without fondling her breasts even a little?”
As Gloriosa approached the altar, she stopped for just a second, startled by the black-haired woman's muscularity, which had increased greatly since their confrontation at the Policeman's Ball, to the point where she was nearly as large as Gloriosa herself. Steeling her reserve, the great luchadora announced her arrival with a stomp that shook the entire chamber and caused flames to flicker in the braziers and hanging tapestries to sway on the walls. “Unhand that woman, foul demon,” Gloriosa demanded. “For it is now time for you to face the light of justice.”
Atlacoya laughed as she lifted Professor Sedienta's sweat-soaked body from her broad shoulders, and lay it gently against the pillar from which it was suspended. “Well well well, the mighty Figura Gloriosa,” Atlacoya sneered, her tone turning quickly venomous. “Welcome to my temple. I hope you like it, for you shall spend all of eternity here after I crush you like the bug that you are!”
“You have grown greatly in stature since last we met, vampire,” Gloriosa stated, rolling her shoulders. “But not nearly so large as to crush Figura Gloriosa.”
“Oh but I am not done growing yet,” Atlacoya laughed as she began to tremble. “Behold!”
Then, as Gloriosa's eyes widened in amazement and horror, Atlacoya began to grow taller, centimeter by centimeter, and every muscle in her body began to swell and throb as if she were being inflated with sinew. “What foul magic is this?” Gloriosa gasped.
Atlacoya cackled with glee as her shoulders swelled until they were as big as basketballs, the cuts between the deltoid heads inches deep as they knotted into her triceps, which bulged out from her arm like horseshoes of muscle so freakishly large that they crimped her creamy white skin along their edges, as her biceps expanded so large that they resembled howitzer shells while relaxed at her sides.
Not that her arms could hang at her sides for long. Atlacoya's back billowed out with muscle until she was a meter wide, and then kept growing until her rhomboids, trapezius, and teres muscles were so large that they bulged from her back like peaks in a mountain range, and her lats were so bloated with muscle that they rubbed against her shoulders and triceps, forcing her arms outward at a severe angle.
Arching her newly-engorged back, Atlacoya laughed as the cuts in her already-shredded midsection deepened and multiplied as her abs bulged into 8 perfectly symmetrical blocks, and her serratus sprang outward into thick chiseled ribbons of muscle as sharply defined as the keys of a piano. Even her feminine waistline bulged with muscle, with her apollo's belt, sartorius, tensor fasciae and gluteus medius popping with definition and framing her succulent pink labia, which quivered with delight as her body continued to swell with muscular power.
Her buttocks erupted into globes of muscle so large and round that either one of them could fill a normal chair, bulging dramatically outward with dimples deep enough to fit an apple into. Her quadriceps began to jostle one another as they inflated, every cable of muscle perfectly visible as her gigantic thighs expanded to the thickness of car tires. Above her feet, which now appeared quite tiny by comparison, her calves sprang out into bulging blocks of muscle so large and sharply cut that they would have looked like cinder blocks if not for their perfect upside-down heart shape.
Finally, Atlacoya's pectorals swelled out from her chest by another 2 centimeters, then 4, then 8, then 16, growing in height and width as well until they were as big as suitcases and nearly touched her chin. Then, as Gloriosa stared in horror, the vampire queen's breasts began to expand, ballooning to the size of beach balls with nipples as large as shot glasses.
Now standing nearly 3 meters high, her body bulging with brutally shredded muscles that were so big and so thick that it looked impossible for her to move for their bulk, Atlacoya looked down at Figura Gloriosa and laughed. “What's wrong little woman?” she jeered. “You look absolutely aghast. Have you never gazed upon the body of a goddess before? Here, let me give you a better look.”
Wiggling her hips Atlacoya extended her arms, then bent her elbows, fanned her fingers, and slowly curled her arms into a double biceps pose of horrifying proportions. Her biceps curled up her arms into boulders of muscle the size of volleyballs, growing bigger every second as they contracted into mountainous peaks that rose as high as her ears, so large that her massive forearms could barely bend a single degree inward, her triceps bulging below as large as watermelons. Flashing a wicked smile, Atlacoya cocked her arms slightly forward, making her massive latissimus dorsi muscles spread out like wings of bulky flesh that reached halfway to her elbows.
“Foul demon!” Professor Sedienta cried. “You won't get away with this you monstrous sexy fiend, no matter how tantalizingly muscular your accursed body has become!”
“On the contrary, my darling Professora,” Atlacoya chuckled. “My victory is all but assured. For with the help of your delicious libido my strength will soon be uncontainable. Every person alive will bow to my magnificence, starting with your beloved Figura Gloriosa.”
“Never!” Gloriosa cried, stomping with indignation as she balled her fists in righteous anger. “I will never surrender to a monster such as you, not as long as I have a breath left in my lungs!”
With a shout Gloriosa charged forward, barreling headlong toward the gargantuan vampiress, at the last minute lowering her shoulder and driving it into Atlacoya's left leg for a single-leg takedown. Atlacoya merely laughed as Gloriosa's body collided uselessly against the massive bulk of her muscle-girded thigh, falling to the ground with her shoulder throbbing with pain. But Gloriosa was not easily deterred, and was quickly back on her feet, wrapping her mighty arms around the beauteous behemoth's colossal thigh and clenching her hands together for leverage. Gloriosa strained with all her might to pull her opponent off balance, but Atlacoya planted her foot and the slabs of muscle in her colossal quadriceps swelled so large that Gloriosa's fingers were pried instantly apart by their throbbing bulk. Then, with a flick of her leg, Atlacoya sent the great luchadora flying across the chamber where she crashed into an engraved basalt pillar as thick as an oil drum, the force of her impact bringing it crashing to the ground on top of her.
“Whatever was that?” Atlacoya laughed as she once again pumped her immense biceps, watching in delight as they contracted into impossibly shredded mountains of muscle. “It felt as though a tiny, insignificant bug landed upon my leg.”
Gritting her teeth, Gloriosa lifted the stone pillar off her body and rose to her feet. Then, hefting the massive column into her arms like a battering ram, she charged toward the preening giantess with her powerful legs propelling her at a speed no Olympic sprinter could hope to match, and drove the pillar squarely into Atlacoya's stomach. Atlacoya did not so much as blink as the stone pillar cracked into a pile of useless debris upon collision with her musclebound abdomen, preoccupied as she was with kissing her own gargantuan biceps. Gloriosa's momentum carried her forward as well, and she collided off of the pale-skinned juggernaut's adamantine stomach like a pebble bouncing off a mountain, and fell into the pile of rubble below.
“What poor sportsmanship to attack an opponent unawares,” Atlacoya said mockingly. “Why you did not even give me a chance to prepare by flexing my abdominal muscles, like so.”
With another sinister cackle, Atlacoya placed her hands beneath her colossal breasts, raised lifted them upward to provide an unobstructed view of her muscle-packed midsection. As she flexed her core, her entire torso erupted into an array of muscles so fantastically chiseled that it resembled a cobblestone street, with every single bit of flesh knotted with muscular development, from her ribcage all the way down to her pubis.
Gloriosa struggled to her feet and scrambled backward, cowed by the gigantic muscles of the beautiful vampiress. “Impossible!” she exclaimed. “No creature on earth can possess such a powerful physique.”
“How lovely of you to acknowledge my superiority,” Atlacoya crowed as she let her gigantic breasts bounce free, her ruby-red lips pulled back in a vicious smile. “I suppose it's no surprise that an puny little bug like you is awed by the majesty of my body. Why even I myself am amazed at the divine development of my beauteous muscles. But enough of this foreplay, let us embrace.”
“Step lively, Gloriosa,” Professor Sedienta called. “She must surely be ponderous with all that sexy mouthwatering muscle packed onto her body. If you outmaneuver her you may yet prevail.”
Gloriosa nodded, and primed herself for movement, but before she could even set her feet, Atlacoya streaked forward with blurring speed, and snatched Gloriosa around the waist in a vicious bear hug. “Impossible!” Gloriosa exclaimed. “No creature on earth can possess such explosive speed.”
“Imagine thinking that I, Atlacoya queen of the vampires, was possessed of even a single imperfection,” Atlacoya said haughtily. “Perhaps you need a closer look at my majesty.”
Slowly Atlacoya began to squeeze her arms together, pulling Gloriosa tighter and tighter into her. Gloriosa tried to use her free arms to resist the vampiress' crushing force, and having nothing before her except for a gigantic pair of milky-white breasts, pressed her arms against their pillowy soft beach-ball-sized enormity in an attempt to avoid being swallowed into the cavernous gulf of their cleavage. “Oh, a breast massage,” cackled Atlacoya. “What a delightful idea. My chest has been feeling very tight. See here?”
Atlacoya raised her arms, lifting Gloriosa up until her eyes were even with the black-haired giantess' collarbones. Then she flexed her mammoth pectoral muscles, which erupted outward from her her chest with each individual muscle rolling and pulsating as if there were pythons moving beneath her creamy skin, swelling so massively that they obscured her delicate feminine chin and swallowing her opulent diamond necklace. Then, with a faint cracking sound, the great diamond exploded into shards of sparkling dust, pulverized by the titanic pectorals of the gorgeous vampiress.
“Oh dear,” Atlacoya pouted playfully. “I adore diamonds, but they are so soft and fragile, no match at all for the unstoppable power of my incomparable muscles. Tell me, puny little bug, do you think that your skull will fare any better than that unfortunate diamond?”
Then, Atlacoya began to force Gloriosa into her bosom, the legendary luchadora's body failing under the immense pressure of the vampire queen's clench, her head now fully subsumed in the sea of cleavage between Atlacoya's colossal breasts. With a wicked laugh, Atlacoya released her bear hug and held Gloriosa aloft, the great wrestler's head trapped between her titanic mammaries as she squeezed them tightly together with her enormous pectorals. “To think only a few days ago, you stood before me, declaring yourself the most powerful and desirable woman on earth, proudly flaunting tetas bigger than my head,” the gigantic vampiress cackled. How much bigger now are mine? Why they are so large that I cannot see your head at all!”
“Monster!” Professor Sedienta cried at Atlacoya. “Let her go. Spare Gloriosa and squeeze me between your chichachotas instead, I beg you!”
As Gloriosa struggled to free herself from Atlacoya's bosomy embrace, pressing with all her might against Atlacoya's impregnable midsection, beautiful giantess laughed. “Fear not Professora,” she purred. “Our bodies shall entwine again soon enough. But first I must fulfill my vow to avenge myself upon the bloodline of the woman who vanquished 700 years ago”
Miguel and Professor Sedienta gasped in horror as Atlacoya opened her mouth wide, a pair of pearl-white fangs emerging. “It's too horrible,” Miguel cried. “I cannot watch.”
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Fantastic! Will Atlacoya drain the mighty Gloriosa making her weak and helpless, making her great legs quiver and buckle as she sinks to her proud knees? Or will she continue to dominate her with her superior strength and pound into Gloriosa's own "indestructible" abdominals like they are made of putty?
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Love the muscle, Love the incredible strength and love the dialogue. Cannot wait for the next installment!
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Scene 58
Just then a piercing whistle echoed through the stone temple, and all eyes turned toward the sacrificial altar, upon which stood Chica Vigorosa, her muscular young body thoroughly pumped and primed for battle, and beading with sweat.
“How delightful,” Atlacoya purred, “I shall save you for dessert.”
Chica Vigorosa acted quickly, bounding to a nearby pillar and leaping up to plant her feet upon it, then launching herself toward the towering vampiress. She landed squarely upon the jutting shelf of Atlacoya's pectorals, and quickly snatched the golden papaya-adorned headdress from off the nest of shining black hair, leaping to the safety just as Atlacoya's hands clapped together with such force that the wind generated by the clapping made the surrounding braziers sputter.
Anger shot across Atlacoya's face as she whirled around to face the gold-clad interloper, relaxing her pectorals. And allowing Gloriosa to drop to the ground. Gloriosa was dazed and gasping for air, but she recovered her heroic vigor quickly, as she watched the imposing juggernaut loomed over her daughter. “Presumptuous girl!” Atlacoya spat. “You have stolen my most prized piece of jewelry!”
“That's right!' Chica Vigorosa declared. “And just as the legend said, I shall banish you from this earth by destroying your sacred papaya.”
“With a triumphant smile, Chica Vigorosa tossed the golden headdress into a nearby brazier, where it began to blacken almost instantly. But to the young luchadora's dismay, the acton seemed to have no effect on the vampire queen, save to make her even angrier. “Impudent wretch!” Atlacoya snarled. “That headdress was a gift from the Aztec King Ahuitzol to show his subservience to me, and it accentuated my cheekbones perfectly!”
“But... but...” Chica Vigorosa stammered as she backed away from the imposing mountain of supernatural muscle. “I thought...”
“No Maria,” Professor Sedienta implored. “The legend said that Atlacoya was banished by having her sacred papaya eaten!”
“How am I to eat such a thing?” Maria objected. “Why even if I-”
But Maria's objection was cut short by a vicious downward chop from Atlacoya, her massive arms streaking through the air at blinding speed and slamming the young luchadora to the ground violently. With an angry shout, Gloriosa launched herself shoulders-first into the back of Atlacoya's knees in an attempt to topple her, but even those smallest muscles on the vampire queen's body were impervious to harm, and the legendary wrestler slumped uselessly to the ground..
Chica Vigorosa pulled herself off the ground, grimacing in pain, and Gloriosa ran to her side. “Maria,” she said. “If we survive this dire situation. I shall punish you severely for disobeying me.”
“If we survive, I shall be happy to be punished,” the girl in gold replied.
“Oh how touching, a deathbed reconciliation between a mother and daughter,” Atlacoya laughed as she put her hands on her hips and flared her massive lats, which were so broad as to fill the entire space under her arms. “Well certainly I shall do my part to ensure the death bed,” she said, smiling in satisfaction as she looked down at her impossibly shredded musculature.
“Listen Maria,” Gloriosa said. “If we are to overcome this monster, we must strike at her with all our might. Hold nothing back!”
Gloriosa placed her hands behind her head and began to flex and relax her pectorals while gyrating her hips, her MM breasts shaking as she unleashed her Tetas De Furia attack, while a few feet away Maria pointed her arms overhead and bent one leg against the other, spinning rapidly in a circle as she unleashed her Tornado De Tetas attack. Again and again the luchadoras struck Atlacoya with their powerful breasts, peppering her thighs, pelvis, abdomen, and arms with hundreds of strikes until they were exhausted, gasping for air. But the raven-haired giantess was unmoved, still admiring the development of her massively muscled body as she held her lat spread. “An erotic massage? What a wonderful gesture, despite you tiny little tetas.” Atlacoya scoffed. “Allow me to return the favor by showing you the power that can only come from the chichachotas of a goddess!”
Atlacoya rose to her tiptoes and arched her back, then snapped forward with incredible speed slamming her beach ball-sized breasts downward, striking Gloriosa with the left and Chica Vigorsa with the right, knocking the two luchadoras violently to the ground with such force that the entire temple shook from the impact.
“Maria!” Miguel cried as he shook at his chains. “Atlacoya, if you've hurt her I swear that I'll...”
“You'll do what, exactly?” Atlacoya cackled, as she hit a side chest pose, her gigantic breasts spilling over her forearms as pectorals erupted into domes of muscle so large that they nearly eclipsed her face. “Can you not see that my muscular perfection is unassailable? You can do nothing aside from worship me and beg for mercy, just as your precious little girlfriend will soon be doing.”
“Never!” Maria grunted as she struggled to her knees. “I'll never worship you!”
“Oh but you will,” Atlacoya said as she ceased her posing, “and your impudent mother as well. After all I am the most powerful and desirable woman on earth, a goddess in the flesh, and no mortal loins can resist the allure of my sensual pleasures.”
Then, puckering her ruby-red lips as her emerald-green eyes sparkled, Atlacoya swiveled her hips open began to run her hands up and down her midsection, gyrating slowly as her fingers traced the cuts of her abs, apollo's belt and inner thighs, her perfect pink labia glistening with moisture. “Look away Gloriosa!” Professor Sedienta called. “Look away Maria! Don't look at her panocha, no matter how beautiful and succulent it appears!“
But the buxom professor's warning was too late, for the luchadoras were already gazing up at Atlacoya as they began crawling toward her on hands and knees. Gloriosa's lips were trembling as she approached the jutting diamond-shaped heads of the hulking vampiress' left calf, mesmerized by the sharp beveled cuts on its underside as it bulged out, impossibly large, above her slim feminine ankles. At the same time, Maria's breath shuddered as she pressed her lips against Atlacoya's right calf, which was nearly as big as her head, and began to run her hands up and down its perimeter, tracing her fingers along its edges where it pulled so tightly against the vampiress' creamy skin that it seemed ready burst through at any moment. And as the two luchadoras planted kiss after kiss on her chiseled calves, Atlacoya laughed. “I'm sorry my dear Professora, but they have no choice in the matter,” she cackled with glee as she began to twist her big pink nipples, gazing down at the two prostrate heroines. “They want nothing more than to shower my magnificent body with adoring kisses.”
The vampire queen's words appeared true, as Maria rose to her knees and rubbed her hands lovingly up and down the bulging pillars of Atlacoya's hamstrings as she gazed up in awe at the enormous peach-shaped derriere that loomed above her.
Gloriosa had risen to her knees as well, her hands gripping the thick columns of muscle on Atlacoya's colossal thigh, her entire body trembling as she summoned every ounce of her heroic willpower to resist the throbbing desire in her loins that compelled her toward the raven-haired giantess. “Maria, you must resist!” the great luchadora begged her daughter. “Do not be overcome by your lust!”
“It's no use!” Maria cried as she began to rub her hands around the muscular globes of Atlacoya's glutes in a circular motion. “Her tepalcuanas... so big... so thick... so sexy...”
“They are glorious, are they not?” Atlacoya bragged. “It's no wonder that you want so desperately to rub your tetas against them.”
“No!” Maria cried as she ran her fingers along the crease where Atlacoya's titanic buttocks jutted out over her hamstrings. “I... I... I will not!”
“Oh but you will,” the monstrously muscular vampiress cackled. “I can feel the nerves in your nipples crying out for stimulation. If you do not trust your own body, perhaps this will convince you.”
Slowly Atlacoya began to flex her buttocks, one at a time, first the right and then the left, making each one contract into a striated block the size of a milk crate and then letting it relax into a perfectly rounded globe. After a few such repetitions, Atlacoya began twitch her glutes mightily, making her expansive behind bounce vigorously beneath Maria's hands. Maria moaned with desire, her nipples growing so hard so quickly that her gold pasties popped from her skin and fell to the ground, leaving her bare-chested as she drew ever closer to the vampire queen's tremendous buttocks. Mewling with lust, Maria began to rub her amazingly perky J cup breasts against Atlacoya's buttocks, steadying herself by wrapping her arms around the hulking giantess' curvaceous waist and gripping the deeply-cut blocks of Atlacoya's abdominal muscles.
Gloriosa groaned as she fought to keep from grinding her sex on the monstrously swollen slabs of Atlacoya's quadricep muscles, but it was as if her clitoris had a mind of its own, pulling the rest of her body forward as it throbbed with desire, until finally Gloriosa found herself rutting against the vampire queen's mighty leg like a bitch in heat. “You horrible monster,” Gloriosa groaned. “I swear that I will overcome your unholy seduction and make you pay for what you are doing to my daughter!”
“Oh really?” Atlacoya laughed. “I think not. I think you would much rather worship my incomparable, irresistible muscles. See how powerful they are?”
Placing a finger beneath Gloriosa's chin, Atlacoya tilted the great luchadora's head upward just as she began to flex the bicep of her other arm. Gloriosa's mouth hung open as the massive slab of muscle curled into a mountainous peak the size of a volleyball, rippling with definition and thronged by the swollen bulges of her forearms, shoulder and triceps. Gloriosa's fingers trembled as she reached upward to caress the enormous boulder of female muscle, her breath shaking as she watched it twitch beneath the creamy-white paper-thin skin from which it seemed ready to burst at any moment. As the lust churned within her like a kettle boiling over, Gloriosa's nipples swelled and hardened with such fantastic force that they tore through her bandeau top, shredding it like tissue paper as it fell to the ground.
The walls of the ancient temple echoed with Atlacoya's laughter as she stood, reveling in her sexual domination of the two beautiful, buxom, muscular luchadoras who clung to her colossally muscular physique, caressing her with every part of their bodies. She smiled with wicked arrogance as Gloriosa and Maria both found themselves before the gigantic vampiress, staring up in awe at her humongous breasts. “Yes, my little worshipers,” she cackled as she ran her hands down backs of the supplicant wrestlers. “Gaze upon the majesty of my divine chichis, so big and sumptuous that no mortal tetas could possibly compare. Do they not make you ache with desire? Do you not long to fondle them and lick them until your tongues ache with soreness?”
“Never!” Gloriosa shouted, even as her lips quivered.
“I won't!” Maria cried. “I'll never suck on your damnable tetas!”
“Oh but you will!” Atlacoya cackled. “I can feel your clitori throbbing with desire, even as your tongues deny it. But soon even those lying tongues of yours will worship my magnificence.”
And surely, Gloriosa and Maria began to squeeze the firm soft flesh of Atlacoya's beach ball-sized breasts with trembling hands as their lips began to pucker with lust.
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"The legend said that Atlacoya was banished by having her sacred papaya eaten!"
I think we can guess what that really means ...
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Scene 59
Behind the scene of unbridled sapphic lust, Professor Sedienta squirmed in her chains, grinding her hips together and whimpering with desire. But finally, after much struggling, the ravishing professor was able to free one of her hands, slipping it out from the sweat-slick shackle. Reaching out, Professor Sedienta felt the ritual altar at her side, and frantically began grasping at the objects that lay upon it. “Please Gloriosa, Maria, you must hold on!” she begged. “Only for a few more seconds.”
First Professor Sedienta's grasping hand found a ritual knife of obsidian, still razor sharp despite its incredible age. “Professor!” Miguel whispered, praying that his voice was just loud enough to reach the buxom blonde's ears, but not so loud as to alert the hulking giantess who stood mere feet away. “That knife may be able to cut the bindings on our wrists! It's worth a try at least.”
“No this will never do,” she said, and roughly tossed the knife away.
Next the professor felt her fingers run across a key, old and crusted with patina, precisely like the shackles that held both her and Miguel captive. “A key!” Miguel whispered excitedly. “That key must unlock these chains. Hurry and free us, and we might yet rescue Gloriosa and Maria!”
“No no no,” she said with a disappointed huff, she knocked the key clattering from the altar.
Finally, Professor Sedienta's eyes lit with excitement as she wrapped her hand around a cylinder of polished opal about as long and thick as her forearm. “At last!” she gushed as she slid the opal between her engorged labia and into her welcoming vagina.
Again and again the beautiful educator thrust the polished shaft of sparkling red gemstone into her sex, twisting it and twirling it as she moaned with desire at the sight of the wanton carnality that played out before her.
Scene 60
Adoringly, Gloriosa and Maria rubbed their faces against Atlacoya's breasts as they ran their fingers up and down the rocky ridges of her serratus muscles and ribs, and struggled to stretch their hands around the muscular slabs of her lats. “Yes, surrender yourselves to me,”Atlacoya cackled.
“Maria,” Gloriosa pleaded to her daughter, even as her lips edged toward Atlacoya's nipples, “look away. Do not gaze upon her tetas!”
“I... I can't look away,” Maria panted, her entire body trembling with desire. “They are so big... so beautiful... so powerful.”
Atlacoya's laughter echoed through the stone chamber as the two luchadoras collapsed onto her, and began to kiss her areolae and suck on her nipples. “What skilled tongues you have my little slaves,” she crowed as her nipples hardened to the size of D cell batteries between the lips of the buxom musclebound wrestlers. “Why it has been centuries since my chichis have received such adulation. I think they are finally ready to receive your final offering.”
With a quick swipe of her black-tipped fingers Atlacoya ripped the bikini bottoms from Gloriosa and Maria, leaving them naked except for their boots and masks. Then, with practiced ease she grabbed each of them above the knee and turned them upside down, lifting them into the air and pressing them close to her so that her engorged teats entered their lust-enflamed vulvas. Gloriosa and Maria moaned with helpless pleasure as the vampire queen's steely-hard nipples massaged their clitori. “Now, you impudent mortals,” the impossibly muscular giantess said, her voice dripping with venom, “Your sexual energies will be mine, finally fulfilling my revenge against the woman who banished me 700 years ago. And drinking of your strength I shall grow even more powerful, and there will be force on earth to oppose me!”
Hanging upside down, their naked bodies dripping with sweat as they dangled with their heads before Atlacoya's pubis, Gloriosa and Maria's eyes met, blurry with both lust and fear. “Do not cry, Maria,” Gloriosa said. “A true luchadora must be brave, even unto the bitter end.”
“It is not for myself that I cry,” Maria said, “but for my beloved Miguel. My last thoughts will be only of my love for him, even if all I can see before me is the papaya of this foul demoness.”
Turning her head to the side, Gloriosa also gazed upon the perfect fringe of Atlacoya's labia, when all of a sudden her eyes beamed with a last desperate gleam of hope. “Yes Maria, thats it!” she cried. “Remember the words of the Aztec scroll. Atlacoya was defeated when my brave ancestor ate her papaya―the very source of her demonic power.”
Maria struggled to think clearly as orgasmic waves of pleasure rolled over her young body. “Wait...” she said. “Do you mean..?”
“Yes!” Gloriosa exclaimed, looking her adopted daughter in the eyes with great sincerity. “Chica Vigorosa, will you once again do me the honor of joining me in battle against the forces of evil, and help me tag team this papaya?”
Setting her jaw, Maria nodded, and summoning all of her will, began to pull herself close to Atlacoya's groin. Her adoptive mother followed suit, and soon their lips met as they pressed their faces against the vampire queen's vulva and began to work their tongues up and down her demonic labia, massaging her devilish clitoris with their tongues.
Instantly, Atlacoya's eyes widened in fear. “No! Stop!” she cried. “I command you, cease your licking and sucking this instant!”
But Gloriosa and Chica Vigorosa would not hear her, and they licked the contours of her vulva with all of their might. Atlacoya trembled and released her grip on the two women, the athletic lucahdoras quickly squeezed her enormous breasts between muscular legs to avoid from falling to the ground, and wrapped their arms around her titanic thighs to steady themselves as they continued to heroically perform cunnilingus on the Aztec demoness.
Trembling, Atlacoya fell backward, her enormously muscular body knocking basalt pillars to the ground and shaking the temple to its very foundation as she began to writhe with pleasure. “No!” Atlacoya cried as her body bucked violently with the force of her supernatural orgasm.
“Yes!” Professor Sedienta cried as crumbling rocks fell all around her. “That's it Gloriosa! Keep going Maria! I'm almost... almost...”
Then suddenly an explosion of light erupted from deep within Atlacoya's vagina, throwing Gloriosa and Maria from her body. And they watched before their very eyes as Atlacoya's muscle-engorged body began to shrink, her gigantic breasts deflating by a cup size with each passing second as her temple crumbled around her.
“Maria!” Miguel cried as stones fell like dominos all around him. “Help me!”
In a flash, Maria darted across the chamber, and tore the chains binding Miguel as if they were made of tissue paper as she planted a passionate kiss upon his lips. “Oh my dearest!” she gushed. “Even as my body thrilled with the sexual pleasures of the demon Atlacoya, my heart thought only of you. I was horrified that we would die before we could embrace one last time!”
“We still may!” Miguel cried. “This whole place is falling down around us!”
With a nod, Maria scooped Miguel up in her powerful arms like a child and turned to run toward the exit. “Gloriosa, we must flee!” she called to her adoptive mother. “Grab Professor Sedienta and let's be on our way!”
But before Gloriosa could take a single step toward the masturbating blonde beauty, an avalanche of stones fell form the ceiling, blocking her way. “Curse you, Atlacoya!” she yelled. “Even in death your treachery knows no bounds!”
But with no time for mourning, she joined her adopted daughter in a mad rush to the tomb's exit.
Scene 61
Outside the Aztec tomb the earth shook, and Captain Ramirez nearly fell to the ground. “Hey Capitan,” Jimenez cried as he helped the venerable detective to his feet. “What do you think that was?”
“Either something very good or something very bad,” Captain Ramirez said as he steadied himself against his car.
Seconds later, a cheer went up from the assembled policemen as Figura Gloriosa and Chica Vigorosa emerged from the mouth of the cave, with Miguel safely cradled in his lover's musclebound arms, mere moments before rocks began to pile around the cave entrance. “Tell me Gloriosa,” Captain Ramirez said eagerly as he approached the great luchadora, careful not to ogle her bare body. “Is it true? Has Atlacoya been defeated?”
“She has,” Gloriosa said, and once again the air was filled with cheering.
Maria gingerly set Miguel on the ground and lovingly combed his hair with her fingers. “Oh Miguel,” she cooed. “This horrible episode has made me realize how much we truly need each other. Let us be married so that we are never apart again!”
“Married?” Miguel gulped. “Isn't this quite sudden?”
“Oh but Miguel,” Maria purred, pulling him close so that her large perky breasts mashed against his chest. “The sooner we are married, the sooner we can have our honeymoon!”
“I was afraid you would say that,” the young man whined as his comrades laughed heartily.
“What did I tell you Miguel?” Officer Jimenez said. “A young woman's affections can be more perilous than a whole army of mummies.”
“Very true, Jimenez,” Captain Ramirez laughed. “But tell me, where is Professor Sedienta?”
Gloriosa bowed her head solemnly. “I'm afraid to say that we were unable to rescue her,” she said. “But I am sure that her last thoughts were of our great nation, and-”
But just then, a few small rocks tumbled from the opening of the cave, and Professor Sedienta scrambled out, her already-brief clothing in tatters and her glasses askew, the opal phallus still lodged between her legs. She coughed and shook dust from her hair as a mighty cheer went up to celebrate. Gloriosa ran to her side and embraced her, and the opal cylinder dropped to the ground with a thud. “Professora, you are alive!” she beamed. “I have never been so happy to see you!”
“It was quite miraculous,” the buxom blonde said as she fixed her glasses and straightened her hair. “As the temple fell all around me, a large boulder dislodged me from the pillar upon which I hung, and rolled toward the entrance of the cave, clearing me a path through the rubble.”
Captain Ramirez ran to the celebrated researchers side, hugging her gingerly about the shoulder to avoid touching her naked torso. “Tell me Professora,” he said eagerly, “how do you feel?”
“I... I...” Professor Sedienta said, her voice tinged with confusion. “I'm not horny.”
“That is the most unbelievable part of this whole story,” Maria quipped.
A murmur of shock and disbelief went through the assembled crowd as the curvaceous professor recounted her story. “I was pleasuring myself vigorously with the opal verga as I watched Gloriosa and Maria embroiled in passionate lovemaking with the demon Atlacoya, worshipping her muscles and lavishing her with kisses. Why the air was so thick with the scent of papaya that I could hardly breathe. I tell you it was the sexiest thing that I have ever seen in my life, and when I finally reached climax it was as though decades of pent up lust were released. Oh what a fool I've been these long years! So much research left to gather dust while I busied myself with sexual dalliances. My botany! My robotics! I have so much research to do!”
“What an incredible story, Professora,” Captain Ramirez said, even as the assembled policemen grumbled in disappointment at the loss of the gorgeous educator's legendary libido.
“It's good to hear that you have renewed your professional vigor,” Gloriosa said as Maria joined her at Professor Sedienta's side. “Because tomorrow Maria and I have our annual gynecological appointment, and we would be most eager for your attention.”
Instantly, Professor Sedienta's eyes clouded over with lust, and her lips began to pucker. “A mother-daughter vaginal exam?” she asked excitedly as she locked arms with the beautiful luchadoras. “I suppose my research can wait one more day!”
And with that the valiant men and women assembled in the valley let forth a mighty laugh, their spirits lightened not only by Professor Sedienta's innuendo, but also by the knowledge that the forces of evil had once again been defeated, and the world would live to see another day.
FIN
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:bravo:
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So sad to see this has come to an end ... :'(